#okay im seriously proud of how the makeup turned out

[a-na-dhil]

time to shine and post my dabihawks cosplay here cause i fucking love it

+ bonus:

#okay im seriously proud of how the makeup turned out #i did it myself for the first time ahjdndkwkfle #and hawks was just so good ngl #mha dabi #mha todoroki #mha #mha cosplay #bnha cosplay #bnha #dabihawks #dabi #hawks #touya todoroki #takami keigo #toukei #hot wings #dabihawks cosplay #dabi cosplay

[neon-junkie]

Ok first of all who said that you could make panty thieves Bad Batch a thing and why do I love it so freaking much! I just wanted to pop in and let you know I’m totally digging the idea, oh and to drop a little scene about the boys and reader going to a club and she just so happens to be a short black dress with some red panties on so let the teasing ensue! And whoever can hold the most shots gets her panties for the night. Okies now I throw myself out a window, love you and your writing ❤️❤️❤️

Aaaaaah okay, you've encouraged me to write a part 3 to the pantie thieves trope!

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: Drinking, Teasing, Lingerie, Flirting, Gangbang mention, Strip tease, Nightclubs.

Part 1 is [here]

For context, this is how you're all sat at 79's (because im too lazy to write it out properly.)

Tension has been thick in the air ever since you flung your panties at the Batch, informing them that they can fight over who uses them next. They know. You know. They know that you know. You know that they know. And yet, nobody has spoken about it? Minus Crosshair, who called your move "brave," the next day, and Tech, who smugly smiled from across the Marauder at you.

It's been a week since that 'incident', and since then, your panties have finally began going missing again. Your underwear draw is no longer overflowing, shutting with ease, and the boys have returned to their flirtatious comments and remarks. Life seems fair, and after a smooth series of missions, you suggest heading to 79's to celebrate.

They agree, deciding that you'll all head out for the weekend. It's currently mid-week, giving you more than enough time to put your secret plan into place. A trip into Coruscant's flashy malls is in order, and despite Wrecker's offer, you choose to go alone, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

Saturday night arrives, and you're fortunate enough to be spending it in a hotel room. Two rooms have been booked, four double bed between all of you, and you're yet to have the 'talk' on who's sleeping where. The tension in the air informs you that the Batch also have a few surprises planned, and by the end of the night, you won't mind which bed you fall into, or who will be cosying up with you.

You finally have a proper station to do your makeup, rather than crouched over a seat on the Marauder with a pocket mirror pressed between your thighs as you attempt to plaster your makeup on. A shower is in order, and you decide to change into something cosy as you continue your routine. Before finally getting dressed, you shoo Echo and Tech out of the room, and inform them that you'll head over to the other room in a few minutes.

It's time.

This is the Bad Batch; they're a proud group of clones who take their squad's colour extremely seriously. Black and Red. A perfect colour combination, that is currently looking rather flattering on you. You're wearing a tight, skimpy black dress, the hemline barely covering your ass; you can feel the dress riding up whenever you bend down, revealing the flirtatious choice of underwear beneath. Wine red underwear has been brought for this specific occasion, a bra that can be seen when you bend forward, panties that catch the attention of curious eyes, paired with stockings, hold securely around your thighs by a garter belt.

You look lush, divine, and extremely slutty, more than a meal for your boys to enjoy. Once your heels are slipped on, you exit the room, shimmying across the hallway to where the boys are currently waiting for you. You punch in the code, and announce your arrival innocently. "Are we all ready to go?" you question, acting as if you're not the hottest thing to ever wander into their lives.

There's silence, their jaws dropping as they notice your presence. Every single one of them is reacting the way you expected. Wrecker has his mouth wide open, and his cheeks are swiftly turning pink. Echo is politely looking away, as flustered as ever. Crosshair has the smuggest grin you've ever seen, with a lustful glisten to his eyes. Tech is raising a brow, his rosy cheeks barely hidden beneath his glasses. And Hunter is attempting to look at you politely, despite the sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Y-Yeah," Wrecker is the one to break the silence.

"Well, c'mon then," you signal, urging them to follow you out of the hotel room. There's awkward shuffling from the Batch, barely moving a pace forward, before Echo shakes his head, breaking the tension thick in the air.

"Is nobody going to comment?" Echo grumbles, gesturing to you. "You look... beautiful," he sighs, finally addressing the elephant in the room.

The Batch is nodding in agreement, chewing at their bottom lips. It's painfully obvious that they want to say more, but words fail them - or polite words fail them, seeing as they're spoilt for choice, but their choices aren't exactly appropriate.

"Yeah, you look hot!" Wrecker finally blurts out, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink the second he realizes what he's just said. You can't help but laugh at his eagerness, muttering your thanks through your laughter.

"Divine would be a more accommodating word," Tech suggests.

"The colours... did you pick them out... for us?" Hunter slowly questions.

You nod as you sweetly reply, "yeah."

"We're being spoilt," Crosshair comments with a chuckle.

"Not yet, you're not," you grin, having more tricks up your sleeve. "Now come on, I want to get a good table!"

On your command, the Batch finally exit the hotel room, sticking to you closely as you begin your journey to 79's. You're not the only person dressed up tonight; they're all sporting smart but casual clothing, ironed shirts, tailored pants, polished shoes. You've never come across this attire before, so maybe they also went out to buy something for the occasion whilst you were doing the same thing?

The taxi journey feels painfully long, but before you know it, you're entering the club. It's already busy - when isn't it? - but you manage to find a cosy booth tucked away in the corner. A few of the Batch head straight to the bar, ensuring that there's always at least one of them present. No doubt, if you're left alone, you'll be swiftly snatched up by any of the other clones, who have all had their gaze in your direction since you walked through the door.

The first few sets of drinks go down smoothly, relaxing your nerves, settling the tension in the air. By now, your ears have adjusted to the music, and your eyes can see clearly through the neon lights flowing overhear. Your boys seem pleasant, chatting as a group, coddling you in the middle of them, until you announce that you're heading to the bar.

"Let me accompany you," Tech offers as you slip out from the booth, following him over to the bar. His shoulder presses against yours as you rest your hands on the bar top, patiently waiting for your turn to order. Tech remains silent as you order, but a brow is raised as he overhears your request, chewing at your bottom lip smugly once the bartender goes to collect your drinks.

"Did I hear that correctly?" Tech questions.

"Maybe," you smirk. "What did you hear?"

"...30 shots," Tech clears his throat, his stomach already turning at the thought of having to do one, let alone five. "Five each, I assume?"

"Yes, but they come with a catch!"

"Oh? Do tell."

"I'll tell you when we're back at the table," you reply with a thick glisten in your eyes.

Tech's concerned expression slips onto the other Batchers faces when you eventually walk over, a tray of shots in your hands. You carefully place the tray on the table, remaining standing as you catch their full attention. "I have a challenge for you boys," you proudly state.

"We're listening," Hunter comments, his eyes flicking between you, and the liquor glistening on the table.

A soft sigh slips from your lips as you rest your hands atop of the table, bending forward slightly, half to get closer to them, half to catch their gaze of your breasts hanging playfully in front of them. "Whoever can hold the most shots wins a prize!" you instruct, grinning playfully.

"What's the prize?" Echo questions.

"I'm not telling! You'll just have to wait and see," you coo. You stand upright, your hips shifting as your body moves, and your eyes trail over the men before you as you ask, "are you all in?"

There's a mixture of expressions, but all of them say yes. Curiosity and uncertainty is present around the table, eager to see what the prize is. You shuffle back into your seat, huddled between Wrecker and Hunter. Most of the Batch look sheepish as they raise their first shot, minus Crosshair, who has experience drinking his brothers under the table. You join in on downing the first one, coughing once the liquor has run down your throat.

Tech and Echo are also coughing, Wrecker and Hunter are questioning their life decisions, whilst Crosshair is smugly picking up his next shot, commenting "giving up already?"

"No!" Wrecker grumbles, and swiftly makes a dash for his next one.

After that, the shots flow... reluctantly. Echo has to tap out after four, excusing himself to the restroom. Tech joins him, swiftly putting his fourth shot back on the table before he makes another mistake. Hunter taps out after three, feeling double the amount of liquor in his system thanks to his heightened senses. Crosshair is taking his time, chuckling to himself at his brother's low barriers.

"Awh, augh..." Wrecker grumbles, eyeing up the fourth shot, sitting on the table in front of him. "I dunno..." he sighs, rubbing the back of his head, his shirt tightening around his toned chest as his hand moves.

Echo and Tech return, a glass of water each in hand, and despite their drunken states, they begin encouraging Wrecker to take another shot. "Do you need some encouragement?" you suggest.

Wrecker's eyes turn wide, and a single brow raises as he asks, "what kind of encouragement?"

All eyes are on you. You smirk as you pick up Wrecker's shot, shuffling up onto your knees, giving you that extra boost to reach his level, despite him sitting down. You can feel the hem of your dress rising, your barely covered ass hitting the cool air of the club; Hunter, who is beside you, politely averts his gaze, whilst the others slowly tilt their heads in an attempt to view more. You bring the shot up to Wrecker's lips, and instinctively, he tips his head back, allowing you to pour the shot down his throat.

"Nice job, big guy!" you praise, placing the now-empty glass on the table. Wrecker grumbles in response to the flavour, but hasn't decided on if he's tapping out yet. It's just him and Crosshair, and given both of their current states, you know who will win.

As you sit back down, crossing one leg over the other, Crosshair leans forward to catch your attention, sitting on the other side of Hunter, two seats away from you. "I could do with some encouragement too," he smirks, and Hunter rolls his eyes at Crosshair's comment, stuck in the middle of you two.

"That so?" you raise a brow. Shuffling onto your knees again, you pick up another shot from the table, and clamber across Hunter's lap. You're practically on all fours, ass on display, with Wrecker behind you losing his mind at the sight. Slowly, you feed the shot to Crosshair, who locks his gaze onto yours as he takes his time lapping up the liquor.

Hunter looks like he's about to burst when you finally move away, returning to your seat. There's a light layer of sweat forming above his brow, and his tattoo is failing to hide his flushed cheeks; no doubt, he caught more than enough of an eye full as you bent over him.

"You gonna let Crosshair win?" you ask Wrecker, who still hasn't taken his final shot.

Wrecker grumbles, a hand resting on his stomach, clutching at the thin fabric of his shirt as he thinks things through. "I guess I am," he sighs, not wanting to risk getting into a state.

Crosshair chuckles, his hands crossing over his chest as he raises a brow at you. "So, what's my prize?" he asks.

Your expression matches his, sly and mischievous, and you keep it on your lips as you slowly stand. The booth may be cramped, but there's just enough space for you to fit between the table, and Crosshair's legs. Your eyes remain fixated on his as you slowly lift the hemline of your dress, fingertips running along the lacy bands of your garters, soon reaching your panties.

You overhear each member of the Batch gasp, gawking at your bold display, minus Crosshair, who watches the show hungrily. With your fingertips on the waistband of your panties, you shimmy them off, the fabric falling down your hips. The hemline of your dress moves perfectly, not displaying anything, teasing what might come later.

Red, lacy panties fall to your ankles, and with your eyes still on Crosshair's, you step out of them. Using the heel of your heels, you pick the panties up, and bunch them up in your hand, a move that you definitely didn't practise whilst alone in the hotel room earlier. You take a seat on Crosshair's lap, who moves into your touch, pulling you tightly against him.

Your panties are swiftly stuffed into his shirt pocked, the red lace poking out of the top. "For later," you comment. Crosshair groans, his hands gripping at your thighs; the arm around your waist slips higher, dancing with the hemline of your dress that is threatening to flash your prize at both him, and the Batch at any possible moment. The Batch is on the edge of their seats, not bothering to avert their gaze; they want this, they want you, and the liquor in their system has helped their confidence.

"For later?" Crosshair softly chuckles. "Mhm, a sweet prize, but we had something in store for you too," Crosshair comments, moving a hand from your thigh to gently cup your chin.

Hunter side glances you, grinning smugly, softly chuckling at Crosshair's comment. Crosshair notices his Sergeant looking, and decides to give him orders. "Why don't you tell her, Hunter?"

"Hm, alright," Hunter agrees as he shuffles closer. One of his large hands finds your thigh, squeezing at it playfully, admiring the sensation of your stockings pressed against his palm. He leans in close, and keeps his gaze on yours as he explains, "we'd like to make a mess of you, once we're back at the hotel room."

You suck in a heavy breath, your back straightening, cheeks becoming rosy at the thought. All of them want to make a mess of you, all five of them. Just when you think things can't possibly get any more tense, Echo places a hand on your shoulder blade, shuffling in behind you as he joins in on riling you up. "Don't think that we haven't noticed the way that you've been teasing us lately," he chuckles.

"Yeah, it's time we got our revenge!" Wrecker chuckles, peering behind Hunter at you.

"Honestly," Tech sighs as he rests his elbows on the table, opposite to you. "It was... unfair of us to partake in explicit acts without your permission, but given that you've since been encouraging us, we can only assume that you're eager for more."

Your heart is thumping in your chest, riled up from the series of men who all have their hungry gaze on you. You should have expected this, for a group of men to finally snap at your playful flirting, and put you in your place.

"So?" Hunter speaks up, catching your attention as your gaze was flicking between each of them. "What's it gonna be? Do you wanna stay here a little longer, or head back already?"

[to be continued]

#ths is so poorly written but im sad about todays episode okay just lemme live #tbbwriting #thieves #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb echo x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #swwriting #nsft #reader insert #f!reader #female reader #star wars #pantie thieves

[aomine-ryo]

Your last ask was seriously funny! We need more of that. If possible, can I request different scenrios where the s/o of the gom gets asked questions by the s/o of their boyfriend's teammate(s) about their night (because reader has a looot of love marks).... this is so freaking specific, im sorry😂😂 if you cant do it it fine, if you do, then i appreciate you and your writings (i love your blog and im also a simp for Aomine)

Aren’t we all a simp for Aomine 😭💕 I really couldn’t think of anything for Midorima and Murasakibara without it being too repetitive and boring so I unfortunately left them out of this one, so I’m sorry and I hope you don’t mind too much!! xx

Scenario: Kuroko, Kise, Aomine and Akashi’s s/o being questioned about their love marks

Kuroko

It was a rather chilly Wednesday afternoon and you were watching Seirin’s practice as you usually would. While you initially came there to watch your boyfriend play, you actually also ended up becoming quite close with Kagami, Izuki and Mitobe’s significant others who also came to watch quite often.

As you watched over the practice while chatting away with your friends, you began to feel rather warm due to the gym’s heating, so you took off the scarf that you’d wrapped around your neck. Not thinking too much of it, you continued with your conversation, only to notice that your friends had their eyes fixated on your neck. “Why are you guys looking at me like that?” you questioned, trying to decipher the strange smirks and nods they shared with each other.

“Y/N, your neck...” Mitobe’s s/o trailed off, getting caught up in giggles before they could finish.

“What? Is there something on my neck?” you asked, beginning to panic as your hand immediately reached for it in the fear that there was a bug on it.

“I’m guessing you and Kuroko had some fun last night,” Kagami’s s/o giggled, causing you to freeze as you came to a realisation of what they were referring to.

You quickly wrapped the scarf around your neck again to conceal the red marks your boyfriend had left the night before. Filled with embarrassment, your averted your gaze and fixated on the boys’ practice to avoid making eye contact with your friends. Of course, they didn’t let you off the hook that easily.

“I didn’t think Kuroko was the type to leave marks, but damn he really went to town on your neck, huh Y/N?” Kagami’s s/o teased, making your face turn red with embarrassment.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“So, was yesterday a special night? Or does he always leave marks like those?” Mitobe’s s/o interrogated.

“It’s always the quiet ones...”

“Oh my God, stop,” you said, unable to hold back the giggles from the ridiculousness of their comments. “It was just a normal night okay?”

The two of them shared a look before hooting a long “oooooh,” making you wish you didn’t say anything at all.

“So it’s a normal thing then?” Kagami’s s/o continued, the grins on their faces growing wider and wider.

“I’m gonna pretend like I can’t hear you,” you said finally, looking everywhere but at them. You didn’t lie when you said that though. They kept teasing you, but you just sat there as though they weren’t talking to you.

Eventually, they got tired of it, but they didn’t hesitate to shoot you knowing glares when practice ended and you hurried over to Kuroko to escape them.

“Is everything okay?” Kuroko asked you, when he noticed how much of a hurry you were in to leave.

“Yeah, they just saw the marks from last night,” you informed him, making him blush at the memory of the previous night’s events. “So can we just leave before they come here and embarrass me even more?”

Not wanting to draw any attention to himself, Kuroko agreed with you after letting out a small chuckle. “Sorry about that, Y/N,” he said sincerely, not knowing how he’d respond to remarks if he were in your position.

You gave his hand a tight squeeze and flashed him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, I’ll let it slide because last night was really fun,” you beamed, causing his face to flush red before the two of you left the gym after exchanging brisk goodbyes with the team.

Kise

It was just another practice day at Kaijo where you were casually chatting with your friends. They weren’t normally people you would hang out with, but you’d gotten quite close during these practices since they were the significant others of your boyfriend, Kise’s teammates. Whilst you considered them friends, they weren’t exactly close enough where you’d feel comfortable sharing personal details about your relationship, so you would often stick to light hearted stuff— which you quite enjoyed because they always gave you a good laugh.

“Y/N, is this the first time you’re wearing a scarf?” Moriyama’s s/o asked you, eyeing the bright blue scarf that Kise lent you this morning.

“Yeah, it is,” you nodded.

“I can tell. It’s really not your usual style— it’s not even wrapped properly,” they continued, giving you a pitiful chuckle as Kasamatsu’s s/o bobbed their head in agreement.

“Yeah, I know. I was trying something new, but I’m not sure I like it,” you sighed, fiddling with the end of it. To be honest, you didn’t even want to wear it. It was only there to cover up the bright red marks Kise left all over your neck the night before. You wanted to cover it up with makeup, but you remembered that morning that you needed to buy a new bottle of foundation because Kise accidentally knocked your old one over while playing around with you and broke it.

“Here let me wrap it properly for you,” Kasamatsu’s s/o offered, shuffling closer to you and taking your scarf off before you had time to protest.

And just like that, you were left bare-necked, with both of their eyes glued onto you in shock as your face flushed red. You immediately snatched the scarf back and wrapped it back out of embarrassment.

“Oh my God Y/N! Your neck was covered in hickeys!” Moriyama’s s/o squealed, making you want to dash out of there.

“So you and Kise got it on last night huh? Go on, give us the details!” Kasamatsu’s s/o urged excitedly as they nudged your shoulder with their elbow.

“Details? It was nothing,” you said nervously, desperately searching your head for a way to change the topic.

“Nothing? Y/N, those marks were plastered all across your neck! He barely left any spots untouched,” Moriyama’s s/o laughed.

“Well, what do you want me to say? We were just messing around,” you shrugged. “Can we please move on—“

“Hey guys,” Kise chimed in, cutting you off with a kiss on your cheek. You looked around in confusion and realised that he was on his water break and began to prepare yourself for what’s to come. “What’re you talking about?”

“Well, Y/N was just showing us those marks on their neck—“

“I wasn’t showing them to you! You saw them against my will,” you corrected as you buried your face in your hands.

“Shhh, seems like you two had fun last night,” Kasamatsu’s s/o giggled.

“Oh those! I kind of got carried away, didn’t I? Sorry, Y/N-cchi,” Kise said sweetly as he wrapped his arms around you apologetically.

“We were trying to get Y/N to spill some details but they’re too embarrassed,” Kasamatsu’s s/o said as you continued to pray that this hell of a conversation would end. You hated how charismatic Kise was sometimes, because it often ended with him slipping into conversations like this so easily and just fuelling the fire.

“Embarrassed? Y/N-cchi, you don’t need to be embarrassed. I left those marks there for a reason— you should be proud of them!” Kise sang as your friends nodded along, a smug look on both of their faces.

“Ryouta please stop,” you whined as he only hugged you tighter.

“But those marks look nice on—“

“Captain! Hasn’t this water break gone on long enough?” You called out to Kasamatsu all of a sudden.

“Oi Kise, get your ass back on the court!” Kasamatsu yelled back in reply, causing Kise to sigh.

“Why’d you do that?” Kise pouted.

“Because I like watching you practice,” you said innocently. “You’re playing a game now aren’t you? Why don’t you go score a cool dunk for me?”

Just like that, Kise immediately lit up. “I’ll score the best dunk you’ve ever seen!” He said cheerily before turning back to your friends. “Take it easy on Y/N-cchi, it’s my fault after all.”

“Yeah yeah, we’re just joking around for the fun of it. It’s not funny if it goes on for too long anyways,” Moriyama’s s/o replied reassuringly.

“Great. Thanks,” Kise grinned. Just as you thought he was going to leave, he suddenly leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “You know, those marks on your neck really do look pretty— I might just make some more later.”

And like it was nothing, Kise strutted off confidently, leaving you with a face that couldn’t be more flustered even if you tried.

Aomine

It wasn’t unusual for you to have marks all over your neck since everyone had already gotten used to it. The first few times the team and their significant others noticed them, there were a lot of questions and reactions, though they were mainly directed at Aomine so you didn’t mind all too much. Of course, you’d still try to hide them as much as you could, but makeup is expensive and to be spending so much on concealing marks that would just appear again within a week or so seemed quite redundant to you. You also tried to tell Aomine to limit the marks to places that clothes could cover, and while he’d agree beforehand, he’d often end up getting carried away and doing what he wants.

It was the day of an important preliminary match for Touou and you met up with the significant others of Wakamatsu and Imayoshi at the stands of the arena after wishing your boyfriend good luck. Upon greeting them, their eyes were immediately directed to your neck— which you expected. You tried covering the marks up with makeup but they were still quite visible. Furthermore, it was the summer so a scarf or turtleneck was not an option— you weren’t going to suffer for something this trivial.

“Y/N, did you even try to cover that up?” Wakamatsu’s s/o asked with a sigh.

“I did! I think I need to get some better foundation, honestly,” you groaned as you took a seat next to them.

“My God, that Aomine really doesn’t quit huh? Even before a big game?” Imayoshi’s s/o asked.

“Somehow he’s even more riled up before games. I really don’t know how he has the energy,” you sighed.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” Imayoshi’s s/o said with a smirk.

“Well, of course I like it. Just let me complain, will you?” you joked.

“Haven’t you tried telling him to take it easy with the marks?” Wakamatsu’s s/o questioned.

“I have— many times. But he never listens.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he’d ever really listen to things like that,” Imayoshi’s s/o said.

“That’s just Daiki for you,” you shrugged.

“Well, was last night fun?” Wakamatsu’s s/o asked suggestively, nudging your arm.

“Yeah it was,” you said, beginning to feel slightly flustered as your mind wandered back to moments from the night before.

“Oooh, go on, give us the details,” Imayoshi’s s/o said excitedly.

“No way. That’s only for me to know,” you said firmly. “Besides, I’m way too tired to be going into details anyway,” you added as you let out an exhausted yawn.

“My God, how long were you up till?” Wakamatsu’s s/o asked.

“I don’t even remember— I think it was 2 a.m.?” you guessed, cursing Aomine and his stamina for keeping you up so late.

“Don’t you think he’d be too tired to play today then?” Wakamatsu’s s/o asked.

“He’s an idiot, but he wouldn’t be up so late unless he knew he could handle it,” you replied.

The topic quickly died out once the game began, and all of you were so consumed with it that all of you’d completely forgotten about the marks. And of course, Touou won with a massive lead— with Aomine scoring almost half of the points. He truly was incredible, you thought.

Akashi

You were often very good at hiding marks left behind by Akashi, but there was this one morning where you were in such a rush that you had no time to cover them up. So as you headed to the gym to watch Akashi’s practice like you usually would, he seemed to notice the red spots on your neck. As a smile spread across his face, he took his jacket off and handed it to you.

“Sorry for rushing you so much; I don’t like being late. Here, wear this so you can cover those up for the most part,” he said, eyeing your neck with a look that had no traces of regret whatsoever.

You took his jacket and zipped it all the way up so that it would cover your neck. “Shouldn’t you be apologising for leaving the marks instead?”

“I wouldn’t have left them if I thought I’d have to apologise for it. They look quite pretty on your neck if I’m being honest—I’m just saving you from being interrogated,” he explained coolly as you neared the gym.

“Well, I have a feeling that it’s gonna happen whether I like it or not.”

And just as you expected, when you got to the gym and met up with Mayuzumi, Hayama and Nebuya’s s/os, you were greeted with a few strange looks. “What’s up with the jacket, Y/N?” Mayuzumi’s s/o questioned.

“Oh, Sei gave it to me because I was feeling chilly,” you lied with a shrug.

“You don’t usually zip it up all the way though. It looks weird,” Hayama’s s/o pointed out. You didn’t realise that they were this observant until then.

“Y/N’s probably hiding something under there then,” Nebuya’s s/o said jokingly, almost as if they knew exactly what was going on but tried to pass it off as something humorous.

“What could I possibly be hiding?” you played along, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Nebuya’s s/o said suggestively, still clearly joking.

“Could it possibly be hickeys?” Mayuzumi’s s/o guessed, causing the group to break out into a chorus of hoots as you genuinely questioned whether they had psychic abilities.

“What? Why would you say that?” you laughed, still determined not to give it away.

“I want to say that I did some incredible detective work, but there are still marks poking out ever so slightly from your neck that gave it away,” Mayuzumi’s s/o explained, drawing all the attention towards your neck as the other two tried to spot it.

You let out a sigh, “Alright, you got me. I didn’t have time to cover them up this morning.”

“Let us see them!” Hayama’s s/o said a little too excitedly.

“Why do you need to see them?”

“It’s the prize for our investigative abilities,” Nebuya’s s/o said.

Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly unzipped the jacket, revealing the bright red and purple marks spread across your neck and earning a gasp from all three of them.

“Akashi really doesn’t hold back, does he?” Hayama’s s/o giggled.

“Sounds about right— it’s Akashi Seijuro we’re talking about after all,” Mayuzumi’s s/o commented.

“So, did you have fun last night, Y/N?” Nebuya’s s/o grinned.

“Well, yeah,” you mumbled, beginning to feel a little embarrassed as you zipped the jacket back up.

“There are a lot of marks though. Is he really that rough?” Mayuzumi’s s/o asked, a slight hint of concern in their voice.

“Kind of? I don’t know. It feels weird talking about it. But he has his moments,” you answered, not knowing how much you should be sharing with them.

“He just seems so cool and collected that I can’t believe he did that much damage, you know?” Nebuya’s s/o explained.

“Yeah I get what you mean,” Hayama’s s/o nodded along as all of their heads turned to take a look at Akashi, who was instructing his team about something.

“Can we please move on from this topic, it’s weird,” you said quickly, not liking that they were all probably thinking about Akashi in a whole different way now.

They were somehow quite understanding of your request and the conversation quickly moved on to a different subject matter so that whatever happened between you and Akashi remained between the two of you— and you hoped that it would stay that way.

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #kuroko no basket x reader #aomine daiki #kuroko tetsuya #kise ryouta #akashi seijuro #aomine daiki x reader #kise ryota x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #knb #generation of miracles

[pianorexic000]

Sweetspo Saturday

Hi y’all, so today is sweetspo Saturday.......

it speaks for itself. By the way, none of these are mine. I take no credit I have 0 creativity.

I dream of collarbones and thigh gaps, of hips jutting out and ribs just visible, casting shadows on porcelain flesh. I dream of crop tops and denim shorts, of thigh highs and sugar highs. And when I lay in bed at night, counting the calories of the day before my mind can’t help but wander, and I press into my doughy stomach, feel the hips hiding underneath, and remind myself how far I’ve come, and how far I still have to go.

Please listen, I know, I know it’s hard but listen, focus, you, you the most beautiful person on this whole entire planet you are going to make it, I promise you sweetheart, you’re going to make it. Think about it, think about how skinny you’ll be, how happy you will be, how you are going to be able to wear what you want, how you are going to be able to eat what you want and no one is going to make you feel bad for eating, no one. They’re going to be jealous, so fucking jealous, jealous of how you look and how you feel. They’re going to envy you. So stand up, keep your pretty head up and go. Exercise, drink water, eat less, eat healthy, sleep, do yoga, dance around. Get skinny and be finally happy. Please be finally happy.

You’ve been so disappointed in yourself lately. You’ve cursed those girls with a fast metabolism and regretted so much, sweetie. Countless of times you’ve thought, planned and wished to be skinny. I know you want this so badly, honey. But it’s never going to be given to you, sugar. You have to work for it and make yourself proud! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

I know you’re very impatient with your weight-loss. You want to lose it NOW and would do anything to wake up tomorrow at you ugw. But that’s never going to happen, doll. It’ll take time, but you will get there, sweetie. You just have to be persistent and never give up. The road is very long, and there will be days where it’ll feel hopeless, angel. But i promise you that those days where you feel incredibly sexy and comfortable in your own skin are just around the corner. You’ll get there baby, but it’ll take time. So don’t beat yourself up.

You’ll look good in everything; you remember that bikini with the cute print? yes, you’ll look beautiful in it. you won’t look like a fat pig.

people will be jealous; they’ll envy you. you’ll become thinner while others are getting fatter.

you’ll be dainty; you’ll be the lightest in the room. everyone will be able to pick you up effortlessly.

others will compliment you; people will look at you and say “wow, have you lost weight?” “you look great!” “i wish i looked like you.”

you won’t be able to keep more than a cup of food down; you’ve trained your body, you and your body both know its limits.

you’ll have power; you can can control how you look, you’ll have control. self control instead of eating everything in sight. you’ll be proud when you refuse a chocolate bar someone is offering.

are you going to keep saying “i’ll do it tomorrow”

or are you going to start today?

you’ll get there sweetie, make them regret the day they dare call you fat; they’ll start talking GOOD behind your back; “she is losing so much weight omg” “ i wanna look like her.” “im so jealous of her tiny waist.”

make it happen, you cause the gain of weight

and the loss of weight.

It's Okay!

You were really bad this weekend weren’t you? You ate fatty food and cheated on your diet? I know you bash yourself for pushing yourself further from your goal, but it was just Easter and you were enjoying spending time with your family. Unfortunately that included eating. Thin is all you think about cutie, why would you stuff your face uncontrollably like that, sugar? You can’t stop now, i know it’s hard but it’ll be worth it in the end.

Meanspo

Dear You,

You’ve grown up being the “big” girl. You’ve grown up being the “I want seconds” girl. You entered college being the “let’s eat out because it’s easier” girl.

When will you be the “I eat healthy” girl? The “people can pick me up” girl? The “I love my body” girl?

Today? Oh, right, you say tomorrow. Funny, that’s what you said yesterday.

It’s YOUR fault you’re fat. You don’t control your fatty urges to binge and stuff your face. One day, you’ll regret that. And that day is TODAY. If you regret it, then make a change. Skip that meal. Eat less calories. Exercise and burn what you have consumed and stored from your past pathetic eating habits. Get rid of your fatty urges. BECOME SKINNY…Become beautiful. Because if you don’t start today, you’ll only hate yourself tomorrow… again.

Do it. Do it so you can wear cute short shorts without everyone looking at your thighs and being disgusted.

Do it for that bitch who always called you fat at middle school.

Do it for that fuckboy who never looked at you as girlfriend potencial.

Do it so you can be confident.No seriously you’ll never be confident with that big tummy dude.

Do it so you don't ALMOST DIE in fitting rooms.

Do it for the cute clothes.

Do it for the summer.

Do it for the pool parties and how all of your friends will be SHOOK at your perfect body.

Do it for that life little baby. You deserve it. You deserve so much happiness.

Imagine you’re sitting at your desk in your perfectly decorated bedroom. You’re doing school work (all A’s of course), and since the lighting is good, you stop studying for a second and take a selfie.

You notice your collarbones are perfectly peaking out, and your chest bones are slightly visible. You have no makeup on but you still look absolutely gorgeous. Your flawless skin (that you got from not eating junk food all the time) looks great on your camera. Your thin arms look especially toned in this picture, and your smile is unforgettable.

You decide to post it to Instagram, and it instantly gets likes and comments saying how gorgeous you look. You want to keep studying…but the amount of likes and attention is distracting!

You think to yourself “Amazing how my life has changed. 30lbs ago I barely got 30 likes. My grades were bad and I had horrible acne…it’s so great what being thin can do to a person”

One day I won’t have to suck in

One day I’ll sit down and not have belly rolls

One day my thighs won’t touch

One day I’ll be able to see my ribs

One day I’ll step on the scale and smile

One day I’ll be able to smile at my protruding collar bones

One day I’ll wear the clothes I want

One day I’ll be confident

One day I’ll be skinny

do it for the boy who leaves your snapchats at read. imagine how quickly he’ll reply when he sees how good you look in your new body. do it for the girls you envy, the girls who show up in crop tops and short shorts whilst you hide behind a baggy sweater. imagine how proud you’ll feel when you can finally wear what you want and look just as good, if not better than them. do it for the people who bullied you about your weight and the boys who turned you down because of it. watch them gawk and whisper among themselves at how much weight you’ve lost. do it for the mean girls, the ones that walk around school like they own the place, the ones who’s parties you never get invited to, the ones that all the boys want. prove yourself to them. soon they’ll notice you and you’ll be too proud to care. own your new found confidence, throw your own parties, feel wanted. do it for the boy you’ve been crushing on since the first time you met. make him want you just as you wanted him. laugh at yourself as he chases after you. watch him suffer just as you did. do it for the bikini you’ve never had the body to wear. make your old self proud. wear that bikini. finally feel good in it. go to the beach and the pool and show it off. it belongs on you. do it for yourself. do it for your own happiness and do it right now. you deserve this. it might take some time and maybe you’re growing impatient. but it’s okay, everything good takes time. so be safe, stay strong, and don’t give up. this will be worth the wait. trust me.

I literally cannot fucking wait until I’m thin. I can’t wait to not feel like the outsider in my friend group. I can’t wait to not feel like the ugly friend. I can’t wait to be as thin as my best friend and for people to not see me as a charity case. I can’t wait to be able to go shopping and not worry about what will hide my fat. I can’t wait to see my collarbones and feel great in shorts. I can’t wait to be able to post selfies confidently from any angle and get as many likes as all the thin girls from school. I can’t wait to be someone else’s thinspo. I can’t wait to be happy with myself. I can’t wait to be thin.

Okie lovey, I know you might have had a rough couple of days or maybe you’ve been doing everything right and you just need a little pick me up. That’s okay too. I’m here for you, maybe not there physically but I’m still here. Make some tea, and take a bath; while you’re in there light a few candles and take time for yourself. Paint your nails read a book or simply think about bettering yourself. You’re almost there, I’m so excited for you! I’m going to be there when you cross that finish line (UGW). Finished with tea? Are you hungry? No. Exactly, chin up sweetheart, you got this. I love you

10 Reasons I want to be Thin

1. A flat stomach looks so good in anything. 2. No more armpit fat. 3. Finally have a thigh gap (again). 4. Feel beautiful and in control 5. people you already know will ask you how you did it, new people you meet will fall in love with you. 6. Go on adventures and have fun without worrying about your fat jiggling around. 7. Tan outside or at the lake without wanting to die because you’re too fat for a bikini. 8. Going out to parties and making friends because you’re confident and beautiful. 9. Not wanting to cry every time you see your full body in a mirror/ reflection. 10. Not crying in general anymore. Finally being happy.

11 Reasons Why I'm Doing This

1. To be the skinny friend

2. So I can be lifted up and be called light

3. To wear anything and still look cute

4. To have pretty bones to show off

5. To hear those words; ‘Have you lost weight?’

6. To not feel guilty when having a sweet treat (occasionally!)

7. To wear tight jeans and not have a muffin top

8. To not want to cry every time I look in the mirror

9. To not feel embarrassed in a bikini or swimsuit

10. To sit on someone’s lap without fear of crushing them

11. To finally feel happy with myself

They are in the kitchen making dinner. It smells so good, and all you want to do is have some. But would that make you happy? Would that food actually do anything for you? Sure, it would taste good. But as soon as you swallow, it would be gone. You’d take a drink of water, and the taste would wash away. Five minutes of fun, and then you’d be full. Full of food, regret, hate, shame, and disgust. Today would be yet another day wasted. So go ahead, eat the food. Be the fat tub of lard you always have been. Or don’t. Don’t eat the food. Be a day closer to your goal.

The choice is yours.

#sweetspo #proana #anorexia #edthings

[youranxiousnerd]

Showtime Thoughts

bc i am in love with julia lester

spoilers below

First off, why is this episode so short?

ngl i forgot mazzara was a regular

ricky ded besties

awww nina and the letters 

she looks very good in her dress

ashlyn and ricky look so good

“We’re screwed!”

ash and ricky are too funny like where were they this season?

chaotic and pretty best friends

sidenote, why did they go see north high’s production? 

oh my god ricky and nina are talking

SEBLOS IN THE BACKGROUND

i am taking what i can get

RICKYS FACE WITH THE CARD!!!!!!!!

my favorite part of the episode

his makeup looks very good

he looks very good

as @organic-guacamole said, he is very pretty

its been like three minutes and it already is so chaotic

yessss kourtney’s mom!!!

so howie and kourt are fine? gah since when?

“look for the shortest fork” mood

I CANNOT TAKE EJ SERIOUSLY HE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGRY BIRD

big bird ej comin at you

oh

PORTWELL DATE

wait isnt this ejs last show? is he going to miss his last afterparty for a date?

true love bitches

GINA MY LOVE

“Is he with us?”

NORTH HIGH SET OUR BEST BOI ANTOINE ON FIRE APS GET READY

seb being a supportive boyfriend is everything i needed

jenny is frazzled

i love how all the techie turned actors are nervous at some point during the episode

REDLYN CONTENT

awww thats so cute love the callback!!!

ooo howie is here

love how the writers leave a cliffhanger and then close the book before it turns to tragedy with one line

mazzara and ej, thats it

jenn what

why is mike there?

that was so unnecessary like aren’t mike and jenn over?

LILY

“did we forget to build a moat around the school” 

let ricky be single challenge

she just said “lol” i cant

props to ricky for keeping calm during the show after he saw mike and jenn

ah so lily is a child of divorce?

“lily scram”

RICKY AFTER THE CURTAIN OPENS WHY IS THIS FUNNY

STOP MAZZARA IS THE VOICE OVER

HE SOUNDS REALLY GOOD

how did ricky do that so fast-

put on gloves over the cast, makeup, and a mask?

i dont work with costumes 

AMERICA EXPLAIN

The one scene we get from the show...

Yay Steph!!!!

“Big Red has not thrown up in twenty minutes” ashlyn’s little smile

“she heard wrong”

someone please explain how spotlighting the judge is a good idea it makes it seem like things went wrong

“Carlos is a seasoned professional” honey carlos is on the verge of a mental breakdown

“He says help

Communication

Seb translating for Carlos is beautiful dramatic, yes, but im right. 

im so proud of them. they go from not talking for a week to seb being able to tell how carlos is feeling based off a stoic expression.

SOULMATE SHIT

IM SORRY NO BOP TO THE TOP CALLBACK

LIKE NONE

WHO WANTS TO RIOT WITH ME?!?!

wait so carlos goes from on the verge of a mental breakdown to full on performing and speaking?!?!?!? Speaking well too, not stumbling.

he looks so comfortable on stage when not even ten minutes ago he looked like he was going to vomit?

h e l p

ashlyn’s little laugh!

NINI IS A FORK IM LAUGHING THIS IS GREAT

big red lookin’ at his girl

ricky what are you doing?

ASHLYN AND GINA

I QUIT THEY’RE ADORABLE

GET IT KOURTNEY

howie’s little mouth drop

i cant with sebs costume i should not be laughing how is he able to do a kick line

ASHLYN MY LOVE

be our guest was enjoyable. it had a lot of moving parts. frankie and dara sounded really good. it’ll probably grow on me the more i listen to it.

is it just me or did be our guest lack some energy?

NATIALIE IS SO AGGRESSIVE

awww gina bb

portwell!!

“my mom sent me jordan fisher”

big red and ricky!!!

...what is big red doing? has he been faking sick?

“PLEASE EVERYONE REMAIN IN THE SAME ROLE YOU STARTED IN” 

BEST LINE OF THE SEASON OMFG 

alright what the hell is up with howie?!?

kourtney is so excited and then downer howie comes to ruin it

nina just write “thanks for being the best bro and glad youre not dead”

btw kourtney and gina look really good in their costumes

ASHLYN!!!!

SHES SO PRETTY THANK YOU

redlyn!!

gina and jamie!!! 

he looks so proud

glad gina gets to see her family!

cute scene, jordan is a nice addition!

RICKY AND THE BOWL

julia lester is killing it with the vocals

big red is so in love

seb bouncing in the costume 

“she’s never looked at me that way before” evil smirk

PORTWELL GLANCES

my heart fricking stopped when carlos went on stage 

being early on your cue/missing is awful would highly not recommend

a bop to the top callback after this would have been perfect

those harmonies!!

THEYRE SO IN LOVE

ummm phone call?

CHIPS BIG SCENE

...why wasn’t seb cogsworth? 

alright that was really good. everyone (even the backup) sounded really good. portwell rights! ashlyn rights! kowie rights! acting rights! 

so mazzara and jamie?

Ashlyn is the perfect Belle fight me

“Eat it Zackey Roy!” how about “yay kiddos, nice job!”

ej’s little dance

“bc you’re ginas brother” 

he is enamored by her it is adorable

EJ CASWELL RIGHTS

“hey, jordan fisher, would you like to f up one of three stableish ships in hsmtmts?” “sure, im in!”

ej!!!

aww hopefully he doesnt take the conversation too heart. they both like each other so much.

Portwell is so enjoyable to watch.

return of the bro

ej go get your girl dont worry about her brother please

SOMEONE TOUCHED THE PROPS

all hands on deck

“Can you just jump off something high”

I seem to remember Ricky falling from something high last episode, is that correct? 

She tells this to one of her most UNSTABLE kids

Oh shit

Miss. Jenn

Wtf

like what the actually hell

look at the kids faces they’re heartbroken

Miss. Jenn why. You’re stressed about the show, but you’re not performing it. They are. They have to worry about lines and cues and pitches, not you. Miss. Jenn has literally gone at the kids this season. Opening night speech too Ash and Ricky, shutting Seb down, that comment. She has become obsessed with the Menkies and North High. It has gotten really bad. These kids have put everything into this show, even their relationships (both platonic and romantic) and that is how you repay them? 

I didn’t think they would address this, I lost hope after last week but I am so glad they’re going too.

Someone send Seb after Miss. Jenn please, let him rip into her, he would do very well.

Miss. Jenn is supposed to be the role model and she just told a kid to jump off something high.

nina has been a godsend this episode, props to her!

haven’t been the biggest nini fan this season (off and on for me), but she was very behaved this episode. 

if there is anything the east high kids are good at, it’s bullshitting their way out.

“aim for my face” character growth

I KNEW IT

LILY WHY HOW WHEN WHY 

WTF THEY END THERE I CANNOT WITH CLIFF HANGERS

I liked the episode. Didn’t love it, but liked it. I really wish we got to see more acting, like we didn’t even see Big Red and E.J go on stage. Not even the iconic yellow dress. Some of the drama is so unnecessary, like why Mike and Jenn? What is with the Kourtney and Howie drama the writers insist on having, can’t they just be happy?

Besides the whole harness incident (burn that harness and mask it is causing so many problems) the production went very well, too well. This is East High we’re talking about.

Promo thoughts because what

oo they’re sneaking, maybe Big Red’s thingy

YES ASHLYN GETTING THE LOVE SHE DESERVES

oo Kowie confession?

portwell please be okay

what is up with carlos’ hair?

so seb, miss. jenn, and carlos scene? this has the potential to be very beautiful.

“It’s not over” not this again... 

i’m thinking carlos and seb are going to talk to miss jenn.

Sidenote, if we do not get a good seblos scene I will riot.

Hopefully Miss. Jenn apologizes with a billion sorrys

rini you just broke up please dont get back together 

im scared

if it is a scene where they close the book i will be very happy

Are we getting a flash forward scene? I’m pretty sure Miss. Jenn said Menkies aren’t till two plus weeks after the show.

We know based off the promo pics Ej and Gina are at the cast party, what went wrong?

Wait do we not get to see the finale of the show?

We better see the goddamn transformation

how does lily home and core four song fit in? im more curious about the lily one.

In conclusion, I am not ready for this to be over and the transformation needs to be sent to hell.

#disney+ #hsmtmts #hsm series #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ricky #ricky bowen #nini #nini salazar roberts #nina #nina salazar roberts #ej #ej caswell #gina #gina porter #portwell #ashlyn #ashlyn moon caswell #ashlyn moon #ashlyn caswell #big red #redlyn #kourtney greene #kourtney #howie #kowie #seb #seb mathew smith #carlos rodriguez #seblos

[anythingandeverything1d]

Cheating

You walked in the front door, tripping over shoes and silently cursing. Harry always left his shoes right in the door for you to trip on. You reached down to pick them up but were surprised when you noticed they were a pair of heels, and not your pair of heels. You set the bag of food down on the counter before walking into the bedroom, shoes in hand. “Harry who’s shoes are-” your voice stopped. Harry looked up, panicked, and guilty. The girl in your bed rolled off the side, pulling her pants up and throwing her shirt on. You dropped the shoes and stared. She grabbed them and ran out the front door while Harry got up, walking towards you with his arms in the air.

“(y/n) wait, just please..I can explain.” You didn't say anything, you looked at the red hickey plastered on his neck and turned around walking out. “Baby wait.” He grabbed your wrist and you smacked him across the cheek, tears falling from your eyes.

“Get out. GET OUT HARRY!” you screamed. He stood in front of you shocked. You pushed your hands into his chest. “Harry get out.” You pushed him towards the door.

“Baby-”

“Dont do that. Don't you dare call me baby.”

“(y/n)...” You looked at him, tears falling down your cheeks. 

“You need to leave Harry.” You grabbed his keys off the counter and threw them at him. “I don't care where you go but it needs to be somewhere far away from here.” You turned away from him, walking into the bedroom and locking the door. You collapsed against the door, holding back your sobs in until you heard the front door close. You got up and reached for the bed, freezing when you saw her bra laying in the sheets. You knew you couldn't stay here, you knew thinking about what just happened in YOUR bed would actually make you sick. You also knew that driving was not an option seeing as the tears were clouding your vision and you could barely breathe between the sobs escaping your mouth. You grabbed your phone. There was only one person who lived close enough and wouldn't judge the situation. “Gemma..” you cried into the phone.

“Oh god. What did the idiot do now?”

“Can you come get me? I just don't think I can stay here...”

“Say no more sister, I’ll be there soon.” You quickly threw some clothes into a bag, grabbed your toothbrush, phone charger, and hairbrush. Gemma pulled up, walked in and hugged you. She grabbed your bag and carried it to the car as you locked the door behind you. Thankfully Gemma didn't ask too many questions, she made you a cup of tea and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You quietly thanked her and sipped the tea, trying not to think about what had happened. She sat across from you and waited for your breathing to return to normal before talking. “So what do I need to kill Harry for?”

You took a shaky breath, tears returning to your eyes. “He- he” you were crying again and Gemma scooted closer placing her hand on yours. “There was another girl-”

“You don't have to talk about it (y/n)...” Gemma softly smiled at you. “Not until you're ready.. and I won't mention to Harry that youre here or that I know what happened. Stay as long as you need. I really mean it when I say that, you are my sister whether youre with Harry or not.” That made you cry more. You hugged her tightly and smiled.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too girl. Forget my brother, he's an asshole anyway.” You laughed and she smiled. “You can have the guest room, its the door on the left. Make yourself at home, seriously.”

You told her you would as she walked away answering her phone that had been ringing. You grabbed your bag off the floor and dropped it on the bed in the room. You were exhausted at this point, your eyes were so puffy from crying they felt as if they weren't able to stay open. Your throat hurt, your nose was so stuffy you couldn't breathe, and you had a killer headache. You sat on the edge of the bed, tossing your phone on the floor. Harry and texted and called more times than you could count. The door cracked open and you looked up confused, but Olivia ran in jumping on the bed and laying on your lap. Olivia was Gemma’s cat. You and Harry had watched her a few weeks ago when Gemma went out of town, and clearly she remembered you. You scratched her ears before getting up, changing into pjs, and climbing under the covers. Olivia rejoined you, purring slightly as she snuggled with you. You were grateful for the distraction, the soft purr, and the feeling of something snuggled next to you. You didn’t do well sleeping apart from Harry, in fact when he wasnt with you, you barely slept at all. Having Olivia was helping a little though, you were able to fall into a distracted and restless sleep. 

When you woke up the next morning, you felt worse than you had the night before. You felt hungover even though you hadn't had a sip of alcohol. You stumbled into the kitchen where you found Gemma eating a bowl of cereal and scrolling through her phone. “Morning.” you mumbled grabbing a bowl for yourself.

“You look like shit dude.” she said looking up from her phone.

“Well I’m glad because that pretty much how I feel.”

She frowned and held up her phone. “This might cheer you up..” You looked at the article of Harry. He was in his boxers standing on the street, tears streaking down his face, and getting into a car. You just shrugged and sat down. “Come on (y/n) perk up we are doing something fun today.”

“We are?”

“Yes. We are not letting you sulk around the house questioning my brothers dumb life decisions. We are going shopping.”

“In public?”

“Well that's where shops are so yes.”

“I don't think I’m ready.”

“Oh I know you aren't ready. Thats why we are going. Youre not about to feel sorry for yourself all day. Nope. You are going to get Harry off your mind, which is why we will no longer be talking about him, reading about, or thinking about him okay?”

You ate another bite of cereal and nodded. “Fine.” you grudgingly said. She grinned. 

“Good, go get dressed then and wear something cute. You can borrow clothes if you need too.” You finished off your bowl and jumped into the shower. You took a nice long shower, soaking in the hot water and letting your mind relax. You quickly got dressed, applied some makeup and fixed your hair. Gemma was waiting for you in the living room and she smiled when you walked in. “Now that is what I’m talking about. You look like a person!” You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“Whatever.”

“No whatevers. Now, hand me your phone.”

“What? Why?”

“Because Harry has been calling and texting you all morning and all night. Today is a no Harry day. Your phone can stay here.”

“But-”

“(y/n) youre never going to focus on shopping with him calling and texting. Take a break from the media, the rumors, the-”

“The rumors? There are rumors about this now?”

“Technically they are the truth but obviously no one has confirmed it which is why they are rumors still. But anyways everyone is on your side of the argument.” She shook her head “no no, this is a no Harry kind of day. We are not talking about this right now. Now leave the phone.” You followed her instructions, a girls only day is what you needed and you were definitely not ready to think about or talk about Harry. You tossed the phone into the couch and followed her out the door.

You and Gemma spent all day shopping and were finishing the day off with dinner. You had a really great day. Your mind hadn't wandered to Harry once and you hadn't even had the urge to cry once either. It was a winning day. Gemma had ordered you a bottle of wine and the two of you were going to town, laughing and singing at the table. It really was the perfect end to a perfect day. Until in walked Harry’s hoe. You wouldve recognized her anywhere, the fake eyelashes, the dead dying hair, the slutty composure. You stopped laughing and frowned. Gemma followed your gaze and shook her head. “Is that her?”

“Yeah.”

“What a prick. She's not even cute.”

“Im cute, she's ugly, and yet she still slept with Harry.”

“Harry’s a real disappointment. We should talk to her.”

“What? No.”

“Come on (y/n). Go tell her off.”

You stood up. “Youre right. She ruined everything.”

“There ya go.” You took a step forward, your breath catching in your throat. Tears falling down your cheeks. You turned and sat back down. “Im proud of you.”

“Its not her fault. Its Harry’s.”

“Damn right it is.”

“Im not ready to talk to him Gem”

“You don't have to..you need to heal a little before you talk to him. Otherwise youre just going to cry when you see him.”

“Ugh...give me the bottle.” you said reaching your hand out. It was safe to say that you and Gemma were wine drunk by the end of the night. You had finished almost 3 bottles of wine by the time dessert came out and you were having a great time. Gemma had called an uber and the two of you could barely control your laughter at the fact you were wine wasted. When you got home, the two of you were stumbling up the stairs together, leaning on each other and laughing at each others laugh. You opened the front door stepped in and smiled at Olivia. “Olivia!” you shouted through a laugh, Gemma following suit.

“(y/n)..” Harry’s voice whispered. You and Gemma stopped laughing. Harry stepped out from the kitchen, he looked terrible at least from what you could tell. He looked a little blurry, but his face was very red. Gemma stepped forward.

“Harry..you need to go.”

“No what I need is to talk to my girlfriend.”

You started laughing again, earning a confused look from Gemma and Harry. “Girlfriend? Is that what you think we are?”

“Baby..”

“I’m not that dumb. I wouldn't date someone who cheated on me.”

Gemma seemed to have sobered up real quick. She grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him towards the door. “Harry you need to leave.”

“Yeah.” you said stumbling forward. “Leave.”

“Are you drunk?” Harry asked leaning in closer to you.

“I’m wine wasted.” you laughed looking at Gemma who smiled.

“You like rarely even drink though.”

“Clearly not, she had almost 2 bottles at dinner.”

“2 bottles?” Harry look concerned.

“You've driven the girl to drink.”

“(y/n)” Harry’s tone had changed. He seemed to be very concerned.

Youre expression changed. You looked at him closer, you remembered the previous night. Tears formed in your eyes, sobs starting to echo through your chest. Gemma pushed Harry towards the door again, coming to your side. “Harry go. Cant you see you being here is upsetting her.”

“I just want to talk.”

“You can't talk your way out of this one little brother. She needs time.” You dropped to your knees, looking up at him. You were crying again, you couldn't tell if it was because you were drunk or because it had clicked again that Harry had cheated on you, and that he wasnt even yours anymore. Harry watched with a pained expression on his face. “Harry youre upsetting her, just please leave. We were having a great time until you showed up.”

“A great time?” Harry asked turning to her. “You got my girlfriend wasted Gemma.”

“She’s not your girlfriend Harry. You ruined this one. Im trying to fix it, to fix her. But you had to go and screw it up like always.” That made you cry harder. You didn't want them to fight just because of you.

Harry turned and stormed out not saying anything and Gemma kneeled at your side. “Its okay...shhh (y/n) breathe.” You tried breathing but were struggling. Gemma pulled you to your feet and escorted you to your room. She set pjs out and told you change while she was getting some tea. A few minutes later she returned, placing a cup of tea on the bedside table. You had changed and were sitting with your knees to your chest in bed, tears still falling. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. “I’m sorry (y/n)...I really didn't think he would shoe up.”

“Its not your fault. He probably tracked my phone and anyways it was bound to happen eventually.”

“It shouldn't have happened tonight. You said you weren't ready.”

“I don't know I ever will be.” Gemma looked at you surprised. “I love him Gemma. I love him more than I love anything else. But he broke the one promise he swore on. He broke my trust. He killed everything we had. I don't know how to forgive that..”

“You just have to give it time. Time will make it hurt less.” You nodded and yawned. Gemma yawned in response, standing up and saying goodnight. For the first time ever, you picked up your phone scrolling through his texts, listening to his voicemails, reading tweets and catching up. Turns out Harry had made a statement. He had admitted the whole truth to his millions of followers on twitter. Management probably loved that, you thought. He had tagged you in apology tweets, photos, and then of course fan accounts had stepped in. There was a hashtag associated with everything too. Of course, the thing that got you was his last voicemail. He was barely speaking clearly, tears clouding his voice. You could hear the snot in his voice. 

“(y/n)..I’m so sorry. I can't- I can't even apologize enough but baby I love you so much. That was a mistake, a drunken mistake. I broke your trust, I hurt you, but (y/n)...I can't live without you. I don't think I can go on without you. I-I don't know what I need to do to help you forgive me...I don't know if you ever will but baby I won't live in this world without you. I know what I did was screwed up. I know I’m a terrible person. I deserve to put in hell for what I did but just tell me-just tell me theres hope. That theres hope one day I’ll have you back..that one day you could love me again.”

You couldn't breathe. The pain in his voice killed you. You missed him, you wanted to comfort him, and yet you also wanted to kill him for what he did. Your phone buzzed again and you looked down reading the text from Harry. *Just know that I will NEVER stop loving you baby, you will always be my person. Sleep tight, don't let the monsters bite.* You dropped the phone and groaned. Of course he had to tuck you in..he had to be cute. You wiped the tears from your eyes, washed your face, brushed your teeth, of course you spilled water all down the front of your shirt so you also searched for pjs. You couldn't find any. You rummaged through the dresser and came across a large white tshirt. When you unfold it the familiar font caught your eye. It was Harry’s tshirt. It had the heart with his name inside, the album cover on the edge and an arrow going through the heart. You put the shirt to your nose, breathing in his smell. You quickly threw the shirt on, climbing in bed, and falling into a peaceful sleep, Harry on your mind.

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Cheated (part 2)

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[pastelbrachypelma]

Blind Date

Requested by @swampythesweetsketch ! Thank you for your suggestion and I hope you like it!

~

“I’m so nervous,” Murray admitted, sitting in front of the mirror and staring at himself. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Dude, c’mon!” Sly retorted, barely looking up from where he was putting a top coat over Murray’s nail polish. “If he doesn’t like you, then I’m Santa Claus!”

“That can be arranged,” Bentley teased. “Seriously, though, Murray. Just be yourself. That’s how to be the most attractive.”

“Yeah,” Murray looked away. “I guess. But…”

“Hey,” Sly slid onto the vanity, gently pushing aside a makeup palette with his tail as he sat directly in front of his friend. “Stop worrying, okay?” He grinned. “You know this guy is into you. You’ve been talking for ages. It’s worth a shot at least, right?”

“Right!” Murray squared his shoulders like he was going into battle, and wasn’t wearing holographic nails and a smokey eye. “Thanks for doin my topcoat for me, Sly. And thanks for helping me with my suit, Bentley.”

“No problem,” his brothers said simultaneously.

Sly patted Murray’s shoulder. “Go get ‘im, pal.”

“We’ll be waiting,” Bentley promised.

Murray smiled, and headed out the door.

“All right, Sly,” Bentley said, “you know what to do.”

Sly grabbed his binocucom and cane. “On it!”

~

Murray was already nervous enough being in a sizable crowd with bounty on his head, but, just as Sly had assured him, Murray was the best at disguises out of all of them, and nobody would recognize “The Murray” with makeup on.

He liked his makeup look; just a foundation to match his skin tone, a little contour, blush, and a smokey eye. Sly had helped with his nails, and they looked good. It wasn’t like Murray couldn’t have done it on his own, but Sly wanted to help, and he was better at nails than at eyeliner. Murray chuckled to himself, thinking of the last time Sly tried to do a winged liner. He’d looked even more like a raccoon than usual!

He was sitting alone at the table, waiting for his date, like he had been for the better part of an hour. Every time the door opened, he would look up, expecting to see a handsome man looking for his table. But, it was just couples or families. He sighed. He was sure a blind date would’ve been better, seeing as nobody could turn him down just because of his weight, but maybe the guy had guessed, judging by how much Murray talked about recipes. Or maybe he thought Murray was a sissy, or…

The door opened again, to someone by themselves. Except Murray could recognize that tail in his sleep. Sly had a satin jacket over a button-down shirt, hair slicked back. He was wearing the dance shoes they’d stolen from India, and was looking a little lost. Murray was a bit worried for two reasons. The first was that Sly was here at all; had something happened? The second was that Sly could only handle big crowds if he was at a social event. Parties, he liked. There were excuses to mingle in small groups. He had never liked large throngs of people. If Sly has a panic attack…

But instead, Sly found him (after pretending to have been looking for him) and waved. Murray waved back, confused, as Sly strode forward confidently through the crowd.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Sly said, brushing dust off his lapels. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“You didn’t,” Murray said, a bit confused. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Sly demurred, giggling shyly. “Oh, don’t be silly! How could I ever turn down a hunk like you?”

Murray wanted to laugh. Sly liked playing the effeminate gay. The question was, why was he doing that in the first place? At that moment, the door to the restaurant opened again, and Bentley rolled his wheelchair inside. People who were waiting for a table stepped aside to give him room. He was disguised as well, a cloth hat matching the more casual dark wash denim jacket he was wearing over a black necktie. Murray could appreciate the aesthetic...but he was still confused.

Bentley made his way towards the table. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, pitching his voice deeper in contrast to the way Sly’s had been more high-pitched. “Hey! What’re you doing here?” He glared at Sly.

“I should be asking you the same thing,” Sly pointed an accusing finger at Bentley. “I’m here for my date!”

“So am I,” Bentley said, and Murray smiled, starting to catch on. “One of us has the wrong table and you, buddy,” the turtle wheeled into Sly’s space, making the raccoon step back, hand splayed on his heart in dramatic offense, “are definitely at the wrong table. This gentleman is far too handsome for you!”

“I think he’s just the right amount of handsome,” Sly argues. “Just look at those bulging muscles,” he gestured, and Murray flexed, having a bit of fun now that he was in on the joke. “A man like that deserves the world!”

“Guys, you’re gonna make me blush,” Murray grumbled under his breath. Sly winked before sliding back into character as Bentley charged further.

“And? You still kept this gorgeous man waiting! Look at the poor guy’s makeup! All smudged because you were off…” Bentley waved his hand as he searched for an insult, “vaping!”

Sly gasped. “Do you think I would smoke around such a deceptively delicate flower?! The nerve!”

Murray looked over again as the restaurant doors opened. It was his real date, a buck with gold chains draped artfully around his antlers, dressed to the nines in a slimming suit to complement his slender body. Murray recognized the designer logo on his tie, and felt shame creep up his throat as he thought of his thrifted jacket and pilfered shirt. Even the silk skirt he was so proud of made him feel like a freak next to this guy.

“What’s going on here?” The buck spoke, his voice like molten chocolate, as he approached the table. “Which of you is Murray?” His eyes slid approvingly over Sly, and Murray hid his face. “I hope it’s you, handsome.”

“Sorry,” Sly slid in beside Murray, hooking his arm through the hippo’s. “I’m taken. Happily.”

“Me too.” Bentley took Murray’s hand, glaring at the buck.

The deer narrowed his eyes, then laughed. “Oh, thank god,” he said, relieved. “I could never be seen with such a,” he waved his hand derisively, “hideous beast.”

“Hey,” Sly said, voice sharp despite the different pitch. Murray recognized it as the raccoon’s “don’t fuck with me” voice, a rarely seen anger flashing in his eyes. “Murray is amazing! He’s funny and kind and always knows what to say!”

“His strength and skill can’t be matched!” Bentley agreed.

“And tonight, he’s my date.” Sly declared. “So fuck off.”

“No, he’s my date,” Bentley argued. “You fuck off!”

As his two friends bickered, Murray watched the deer walk away. He felt a little bit upset at the rejection, but his friends were nearby, defending him on what was technically their night off. He felt warm inside even so. It was good to be with his brothers again.

Once the deer was out of sight, Sly deflated. “Ack, my throat,” he complained. “I don’t know how you do those high-pitches voices, Murray. I feel like I’ll be raspy by tomorrow!”

Murray chuckled. “It takes practice.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Bentley suggested. “I think we’ve caused enough of a scene.” He glanced at the table. “Nothing needs to be paid for, right?”

“Nope. I didn’t order yet.” Murray replied.

“Let’s get Chinese,” Sly said, stretching as Murray got to his feet. “I saw a great place on the way over.” He locked his arm through Murray’s, hiding a yawn in the hippo’s bicep.

“Do you mean you saw it or smelled it?” Bentley asked, guiding Murray to the handles of his chair. That was about equivalent to hand-holding, Murray knew.

Sly laughed. “Both!”

“Chinese sounds fantastic,” Murray said, sighing in the fresh air. He was still upset about being stood up. He was glad for his friends, but…

“That guy was a complete jerk,” Bentley grumbled, going back to controlling his own chair as Sly let go of Murray. It wasn’t a sudden “no homo” sort of thing, though. It was more of a natural progression as they walked together on the sidewalk, with Bentley’s chair a half-step ahead. “What didjya day his name was?”

“Pierce Monogram,” Murray said. “Trust fund baby, I think. Works in the family business selling shoes.”

“That’s ironic,” Sly mused, swinging his arms up to rest behind his head as he walked. “He wasn’t wearing shoes.”

Murray laughed. “No, I guess he wasn’t. That’s a dealbreaker for me.”

“Murray, you don’t wear shoes either,” Bentley said.

“Exactly!” Murray went on, still laughing. “Somebody has to wear the shoes in the relationship!”

All three of them laughed, and couldn’t stop laughing until they reached the Chinese.

~

“Ah, the smell of sweet, sweet MSG,” Sly licked his lips as he set out the various cartons and bowls.

“This isn’t going to give me indigestion, is it?” Bentley asked skeptically, wrinkling his nose.

“No, no, I got your egg rolls and plain rice here,” Sly set out the food separately for Bentley before using a set of chopsticks to serve himself liberal amount of pork fried rice and vegetable lo mein, claiming one of the containers of scallion pancakes for himself.

“Man,” Murray grinned, slurping his hot and sour soup, “I forgot how good Chinese food actually is.”

“Right?!” Sly beamed. “Glad I thought of it. I haven’t had a good Chinese in months!”

“It’s delicious, I agree. Pass the wonton soup, Murray?” Bentley asked.

“What’re we watchin?” Sly asked between shoveling noodles into his mouth.

Murray blushed. “Are you guys gonna kill me if I say I wanna watch “Pitch Perfect” again?”

Sly swallowed noisily. “Nah, I like that one all right. It’s funny.”

“I’ve no objection,” Bentley said, taking off his glasses momentarily to clean them of the fog from his soup. “It’s date night, after all. You always pick the films for date night.”

“You guys still wanna call it date night?” Murray asked.

The gang had always jokingly held “date nights” for self care, movies, and video games. But that had been before Murray was officially out of the closet. His friends were straight. He thought they hadn’t had a date night in a while because his friends didn’t want to do that sort of this with him now that he was out as gay.

Sly leaned forward. “You okay, big guy?”

Murray sniffled. “I...I dunno, I thought you guys...didn’t wanna do this with me anymore.”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Bentley asked.

“I’m gay,” Murray confessed. “I like guys.”

“So?” Sly twitched his tail in confusion. “You’re still my brother. My friend.” He waved his tail in Murray’s face, making the hippo sneeze. “In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear,” the raccoon snuggled up properly against Murray’s side, chittering quietly, “I love you, pal.”

“So do I,” Bentley affirmed. “And...not to be too blunt about it, but...it was pretty obvious to me that you weren’t straight. But,” he cleared his throat, smiling. “That never mattered to me. You’re still my brother. And I still love you.”

Murray rubbed the tears out of his eyes. “Thanks, guys.”

“Sure thing, Murray,” Sly replied, butting his head against Murray’s shoulder before sitting up to properly shovel more food down his throat.

“I’ll get the DVD,” Bentley abandoned his food momentarily and rolled his chair over to set up the TV. Once he was done, he took his food and rolled closer to the couch, so Murray could enjoy his comfort, too.

Murray smiled warmly, happily chowing down on Chinese food and shouting all the words to the songs at the top of his lungs.

That was the best part about being home, Murray decided as he laughed at Sly nearly choking on a wonton and Bentley snorting soup out his nose. Being with the people who loved you unconditionally.

#personal #sly cooper #sly cooper fanfic #it’ll be on ao3 soon i’m just lazy #this was such a cute and wholesome suggestion i love it #murray #bentley #blind date

[angrylizardjacket]

the band with no name {Douglas Booth} 2

A/N: 1654 words. A bit shorter, but we’re getting into things now. idk how i feel about it, please give me feedback.

[PART 1]

Flop of The Month, your band, has an instagram account with exactly two posts on it, and Douglas feels like both and idiot, and a creepy stalker, for the amount of time he spends flicking through the two photos without actually liking them, for fear of you realising who he was.

Colson, however, seemed to have no such reservations.

“Look, I’m on their story,” Colson’s grinning from ear to ear as the cast and crew break for lunch the Monday after they’d seen your band play, showing Douglas his phone, and your band’s instagram story. It showed their notifications, highlighting how Colson had liked both photos and followed them, and had the caption ‘how’d the rap devil find us?’ and ‘not complaining tho’. 

“Bloody hell,” is all Douglas can bring himself to say, wearing a half-smile as they made their way to the costume department to get changed before lunch. It had been a low effort day, just jeans and t-shirts, but it was always safer to not eat in costume. Hair and makeup could stay and be touched up however.

Your band’s page had begun the day with 217 followers, and ended it with over a thousand. There wasn’t a link to your personal page, and so all he can do is scroll through your Facebook while waiting for Colson to be ready to go.

Y/N: weird question Y/N: also, hi Y/N: but yeh, weird question Y/N: was your friend last night mgk?

Douglas takes a moment to compose his thoughts before typing out his response.

Douglas: hi back Douglas: and yes.

There’s a few minutes of silence, and Douglas can feel his scalp itching beneath his wig, just a little, but he tries to ignore it.

Y/N: cool. Y/N: well it was nice meeting you guys!! Y/N: looking forward to seeing if ur band is real btw Douglas: probably wont be for a while Y/N: im happy to wait Y/N: if u want me there that is Douglas: if we ever actually play a gig, you’ll be the first to know

You send a blushing smiling emoji back, and Douglas finds himself strangely pleased.

“Is that her?” Colson asks, eyes shining as he pulled on his leather jacket; with his wig and makeup, he still absolutely looked the part. Douglas quickly slipped his phone in his pocket, knowing that a faint blush dusted his cheeks despite his best efforts. As he waffled his way through an affirmation, Colson’s smile just grew wider.

“I still don’t understand why you were being so vague; she probably would have jumped you there and then if she knew you were part of the Motley Crue movie, man.”

“Yeah,” Douglas said, his discomfort mounting at the insinuation, “that’s the problem, dude; first of all, I don’t know if she like the band themselves, or just the music, and if she does like the band,” he paused, shrugging a little, quietly embarrassed, “what if she likes them better than me?”

“They’re all married,” Colson says, like it immediately solves everything.

“Man, you know that’s not the issue,” Douglas sighed, but it’s clear he wasn’t done, and Colson just waited, eyebrows raised, “you know, girls who are like... like... how did you say it the other week? When that girl from Instagram was in your DMs every other minute?”

“Clout chasing,” Colson nodded sagely, suddenly understanding all too clearly his co-star’s apparent fears, “well she doesn’t know who you are yet.”

“Exactly,” Douglas exclaimed, glad the craft services tent was finally in view, feeling himself grow hungrier by the moment, “and I think I wanna keep it that way, just for now.”

“Better pray she doesn’t watch Jupiter Ascending,” Colson snorts, just as Douglas punches him in the arm. 

The next day, he messages you first, sends a photo of himself and the rest of the band out of costume, but holding their instruments, all wearing heels to help make it easier to wear them around set. 

Douglas: the band says hi Y/N: shit, you guys have instruments and everything Y/N: getting less sketchy by the minute

You follow it up with a winking emoji, and a photo of yourself, out in the sunshine, dressed impeccably, makeup dark and sharp, holding a stack of posters beside your head, advertising your band’s next gig; this Saturday.

Douglas: are you inviting me? Y/N: only if you’re saying yes

Your confident coyness amuses him, despite the way the shoes are pinching his toes, and he tells you he’ll be there.

The next day, you send a link to a band name generator, but more interestingly, you send it right around the time he’s getting his makeup done, early in the morning.

Douglas: early start? Y/N: my shop won’t open itself Douglas: your shop? Y/N: mini mall tattoo parlor hahaha

“She owns a tattoo parlor?” Daniel asks, reading over Douglas’s shoulder between takes, “you’d better make your move or Colson’s gonna go for her.” 

“Go for who?” Colson himself calls across set where his makeup’s being touched up.

“You weren’t meant to hear that!” Daniel shouts back, though he’s grinning, and adds, “Y/N. She owns a tattoo parlor.”

“Really, shit man, Doug she’s cool as hell,” Colson muses, before snorting, addressing Daniel, “gimme some credit, I’m letting the man shoot his shot; he’s my bro, not my competition.”

“Thanks man,” with the slightest smile, Douglas puts his phone away as the scene is reset around them, and Colson joins him in the middle of the living room set.

“I expect free tattoos, however,” he says with a faux seriousness, “because if you like her, like really like her, I’m gonna wingman the shit out of you.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely, man,” he claps Douglas on the shoulder with a surprisingly sincere expression.

It’s Colson who suggests, the following day, sending a video of Douglas playing the bass, asking if you had any pointers. They’re at band rehearsals again, blasting through their repertoire, when they get to Take Me To The Top, and as the song dies down, Colson makes the suggestion.

“Why are you filming it?” Iwan asks, and Colson’s smile is all teeth where he’s holding Douglas’s phone, answering before Douglas has the opportunity.

“Tryna help impress that punk chick from the band last weekend.”

“You’re actually talking to her?” Iwan asks with a bright, almost incredulous smile, “after everything that happened? She must really like you.” He muses, and Douglas feels his soul leaving this mortal plane.

“Smart move; asking for advice from her, lets her know you think she’s talented, and, well, you know,” Daniel shrugs, wiggling his fingers with a casual air. Douglas frowns, but Colson’s nodding.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” he agrees, and finally Douglas clues in. Dexterous fingers.

“Don’t be gross, guys,” he sighs, already regretting letting Colson help at all, “just take the damn video.”

It only takes thirty seconds for you to respond in All Caps.

Y/N: ARE YOU IN A MOTLEY CRUE COVER BAND

“I’m fucked,” Douglas mutters under his breath, staring wide-eyed at the message.

Y/N: you play so well dude just relax your stance and shoulders Y/N: fkn love take me to the top Y/N: seriously a motley cover band??? Y/N: you just instantly got 100x cooler

“Okay, maybe I’m not fucked,” he concedes after a moment, quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

Y/N: now i have to see u guys play!! Y/N: if that’s alright of course

“Nah, you’re definitely a little bit fucked,” Daniel offers over his shoulder, and Douglas pushes his face away.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Douglas grumbles, and Daniel shrugs bemusedly. 

“At least she thinks you play well,” but Douglas isn’t listening to him, he’s frantically tapping away on his phones, scowling, “what ‘re you doing?”

“Trying to come up with a name for our band -”

“Our fake band?” Iwan asks, arms crossed over his chest wearing an amused little smile, “do we have to play along with this too?”

“Not if you don’t want, just don’t... don’t tell her it’s fake is all.” Douglas offers, and the rest of the band nods.

“So how long are you going to play along with this bit?” Daniel ask, and Douglas heaves a sigh.

“Not sure; until I can trust that she’s not just in it to meet the actual band -”

“Which she doesn’t know you know,” Iwan interjected again, and Douglas nodded a little. After a beat, the rest of the band looked to each other, and seemed to share some sort of silent communication, before turning back to him.

“Okay,” Colson agrees easily, “if you’re serious about this chick you’ve known for five days,” he emphasizes, though Douglas doesn’t seem phased, “if we ever run into her, we’ll pretend we’re in a Motley Crue cover band.” He agrees, while Iwan and Daniel silently agree, though they look rather amused at the whole situation.

“There’s just something about her,” Douglas muses quietly.

“It’s the fact that she’s the coolest chick you’ve ever met,” Colson tells him with far too much authority, “and your little posh, school-boy brain wants to try something new.”

“Hey -” Douglas scoffed, though he was quickly talked over.

“She looks like she’d punch me in the face but I’d be okay with it,” Iwan adds, which, strangely enough, the rest of them agree to with various mischievous smiles. Douglas doesn’t exactly deny that he feels the same way.

“What’s our band name gonna be?” Daniel asks finally.

“The Fourskins,” Colson answers back immediately, grinning wide and proud of himself.

“Absolutely no-”

“That’s kind of genius,” Daniel snorts over Douglas’ protest, and so, on a three-to-one vote, their fake Motley Crue cover band is named The Fourskins, and Douglas kind of thinks he’d rather come clean there and then to you, rather than suffer through ever typing or saying that name to you. But he doesn’t. 

He really hopes you’re worth it.

#Douglas Booth #douglas booth x reader #douglas booth imagine #colson baker #mgk #machine gun kelly #daniel webber #iwan rheon #The Dirt #the dirt cast #the dirt cast imagine #the dirt imagine #the angry lizard writes

[ubernoxa]

A Stupid Dare - Chapter 11: A Pair of Idiots 

A Guns N’ Roses FanFic

Chapter Summary: Duff and Delilah being cute. That’s it. That’s the chapter

“Good morning,” Delilah woke to Duff’s hot breath on her back.

“Good morning, Duffles,” Delilah giggled back at Duff’s confused reaction.

“Duffles?”

“Yeah, Duffles,” Delilah replied messing up his already messy bleached puff of hair.

“I’m gonna go make some breakfast,” Delilah wiggled her way out of Duff’s arms. Once she stood up she immediately felt Duff pull her back down.

“Hey!” Delilah squealed as she fell back onto the mattress.

“What’s up?” Duff asked as he wrapped his arms gently around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Hopefully the roof, I’m not a fan of getting rained on,” Delilah replied earning a chuckle from Duff and a frustrated groan from Slash.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Delilah said as Slash’s eyes fluttered open.

“It’s okay,” He lied as he rolled over and covered his head with a pillow.

Once he heard her leave, Slash threw his pillow over towards where Duff sat.

“what the fuck!” Duff easily caught the pillow that was thrown at him.

“I’m not saying that I want you two to have sex in your bed because I don’t wanna see that, but you seriously need to fuck her or something,” Slash said in a hushed tone, so Delilah wouldn’t hear him.

“Dude,”

“Seriously, it was absolutely painful watching you last night. Don’t get me started on this morning. How long were you watching her sleep. That’s creepy shit if I ever knew it,” Slash defensively held his arms up as he spoke.

“Slash,” Duff sighed as he plopped back into his.

“I don’t care how fuckin cute she looks. Just fuck her. Fuck her then date her. Date her and then fuck her. I don’t care just do something. If you won’t I will,” Duff threw the pillow back at Slash nailing him in the face.

“Chill out Duff, I’m only fucking with you. Just be more blunt with her about your intentions,,” Slash laugh before rolling back and went back to sleep.

Delilah stood in the kitchen searching through the cabinets hoping to find something to make for breakfast for the guys.

“Looking for something?” Delilah almost jumped as someone wrapped their arms around her waist.

“Food,” Delilah’s words were no louder than a whisper.

“What are you making?” Duff quickly opened the fridge to look through the food that Mags and the other girls had bought for them.

“I don’t know, maybe breakfast bowls?”

“Delly, what’s that?” Delilah’s heart skipped a beat when she heard him call her Delly.

“Well Duffles,” she paused and looked at the sly grin that was plastered on his face. She smiled to herself as she noticed that he might actually like her nickname for him. Little did she know that Duff would let her call him anything.

“A breakfast bowl is a bunch of random meat, potatoes, eggs, and vegetables. My brother and I would make it all the time back home. It looks like you don’t have any eggs, so random meat and potatoes it is,” Delilah shrugged as she found a bag of potatoes in a random cabinet.

She looked cute with her hair an absolute mess. Duff gently tucked a long strand of hair behind her petite ear. They locked eyes for a moment and both of them froze.

Delilah was panicking. She was internally screaming. Should she say something? Should she mess with his hair? Should she go and cook?

“Hey Del, are you making us food?” Axl’s words caused Delilah to take a step away from Duff and turn towards Axl. It was like the spell that had been casted over her and Duff had been lifted.

“Breakfast bowls,” Delilah smiled when she received a smile from him.

“Duff, are these potatoes good? Or have they gone bad?” Delilah rambled as she handed one of the potatoes to Duff. He immediately sniffed it and shrugged.

“Seem fine to me,” he shrugged back to Delilah.

“What do you ever know about potatoes?” The words sounded sour as they left Axl’s mouth. He clearly wasn’t a morning person.

“They don’t give the last name McKagan to the French,” Duff cockily replied.

———-

Delilah stood in Mag’s bathroom staring at her reflection. If only her parents could see her now, a smirk unknowingly formed on her lips.

“You should wear this,” Mags handed Delilah a ‘skirt’ as Mags called it.

“Mags this ‘skirt’ is barely longer than the one I wore when we first met,” Delilah protested as she held the fabric in her hands.

“This skirt, unlike the fabric you wore that night we met, is form fitting and won’t flash every living soul,” Mags quickly rebuttaled as she walked into the bathroom.

“Why can’t I wear pants?” Delilah wined leaning back on the toilet.

“Because it’s going to be 104 degrees Fahrenheit out tonight. I dont want you to pass out or melt from the heat!”

“Don’t underestimate me, I once wore a floor length dress with long sleeves in 90 plus degree weather,” Delilah teased back earning a laugh from Mags.

“Oh Honey,” Mags shouted emphasizing the O in honey.

“Unless your dress was made of leather, it’s not comparable. Your dress let your skin breathe. You will BOIL if you wear those pants. I love you Del but COME ON,” Mags replied as she comically waved her arms in the air for added dramatic effect.

“Plus girl you got legs that are to die for. Why not show them off?” Mags added earning a smile from Delilah.

“Fine!” Delilah agreed and put on the skirt. Even though this skirt was only a little longer than her old one, she almost felt comfortable in it.

“So who is Motley Crue?”

“They are the band the boys are opening for tonight. They are all borderline insane and from some of the shit I see them pull, I don’t know how they are still alive,” Mag’s laughter filled the bathroom where the two of them were getting ready.

“Oh,” was all Delilah could reply.

“This one guy Nikki, I have seen him light himself on fire both on stage and at parties. Im also pretty sure their guitarist is a vampire or alien or something. Their singer is hot though, but he knows it. I honestly don’t remember the last time I saw him without a girl literaly swooning over him. Their drummer is a sweetheart at times though, BUT those are the ones you gotta watch out for. They are a little much for me, so I usually stay away from them,” Mags focuses on the mirror as she spoke trying to fix her makeup. She wanted to look perfect for Derek tonight. Also known as the guy who she has been spending every other night with. She was excited to introduce him to Delilah and Stevie.

“A little much?”

“They make great music, but they are comple sleze bags too. The Nikki guy who lights himself on fire, he is the worst,” Mags added leaving the bathroom leaving Delilah alone.

“Hey it’s my favorite girls!” Delilah smiled as Stevie hugged the two of them as they entered the back stage area.

“Wow this place is nice,” Mags commented on the clean doors and mirrors. On top of everything there were even multiple rooms backstage.

The girls quickly followed Stevie who was in no way sober to a door that had a piece of torn paper with Guns N’ Roses written on it in sloppy handwriting.

“Look what the trash dragged it!” Stevie yelled as he walked into the small room.

“Cat not trash Stevie. Nice try though. It might help next time if you were a little less drunk,” Mags teased.

Everyone was sitting around drinking, well everyone except Axl and Izzy.

“Hey Delly!” Delilah smiled at Duff who motioned for her to come sit next to him. She walked over towards him without hesitation and plopped down next to him. To say she had been waiting all afternoon to see him was an understatement. She even wrote a couple of puns to hopefully get a laugh out of Duff.

Mag quickly shot her brother a raised eyebrow as she watched Delilah or ‘Delly’ sit next to Duff who immediately shrugged and sat down next to Slash. He loved his sister dearly, but he wasn’t gonna cock block his band mate for the rest of his life. He tried, but some things will always find a way. Atleast it was Duff and not Axl.

“So are you girls coming to the party tonight,” Slash asked only shortly realizing what was going on. He was too preoccupied with his guitar earlier.

“Party?” Delilah asked as Duff pulled Delilah onto his lap earning a glare from Mags.

“Yeah with Crue. They always have these big parties at their place after they play. Are you coming?” Duff asked as he mindlessly played with her hair.

“Mags you going?” Delilah asked across the room.

Mags wanted nothing more than to say no, and forbid Delilah from going. She sighed. She wasn’t Delilah’s Mom and it wasn’t her place. The least she could do was look after the girl.

“Hell yeah” Stevie turned towards his sister, and this time it was his turn to send a confused look her way. Mags hated the boys of Motley Crue more than she hated Axl. Why did she agree to go?

Little did he know that Mags wanted to yell no. She wanted to ‘forbid’ Delilah from going because she knew what happened at those parties, but she couldn’t. If she said no it would bring both unwanted drama and stores she would have to share which she was in no mood to share, so she agreed to go. At least this way she could also keep an eye on Delilah.

—————

“You were amazing!” Delilah cheered as Duff and the rest of the guys walked in from the stage.

“Not tooo shabby!” Mags gave her brother a hug after a performance well done not giving a care in the world about him being drenched in sweat. She was proud. It was about time that all of his hard work was paying off.

Stevie and Mags led their small group back to their room backstage or as Delilah earlier called it the kingdom of booze.

Before Delilah could walk away and meet up with Mags at the front of the line she felt Duff’s fingers intertwine with hers. She froze and shot a confused looked towards him.

“Come Delly, walk with me,” he whispered into her ear before placing his cowboy hat onto her head. She looked even cuter with the giant smile that formed on her face. She was beautiful.

She obliged. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She assumed only drunk Duff saw her as attractive, and sober Duff only saw her as a friend, nothing more.

“Did ya like the show?”

“Yeah, I just told you I did Duffy,” she giggled back.

“Well I like you saying that you liked the show,” his smile was setting her heart on fire. Butterflies were causing chaos in her stomach as she tried to form some sort of reply.

“Hey, did you hear about the new restaurant on the strip? It’s called Karama and they don’t have a menu!” Delilah asked Duff mentally preparing herself to make sure she didn’t mess up the joke.

“How do you know what to order?” Duff asked curious into where she was going with this.

“There’s no menu because you get what you deserve,” the two of them laughed like idiots.

Izzy and Duff groaned as they heard Delilah’s pun. “Ohh God it’s a match made in hell,” Izzy muttered under his breath so only slash could hear.

“What’s that?” Mags asked as she pointed to Duff and Delilah holding hands.

“My bassist and your friend,” Stevie causally replied as he poured himself a drink waiting for her to freak out.

“Were you...I don’t know...supposed to cock block him and your entire band?” Mags sarcastically asked stealing her brother’s drink. Was she happy? No. Not even in the slightest.

She then watched as Duff and Delilah walked in giggling about what Mags could only assume to be one of his stupid puns. That’s when her heart melted a little. Only a couple of hours ago was Delilah on the verge of tears about leaving her family and her old life behind.

Stevie smiled as he noticed Mags relax when Duff and Delilah walked into the room laughing and giggling without a care in the world. How was he supposed to keep those two apart? Hell he would bet that they would lighten a dark room.

“Well I did at first, but this isn’t what happened last time. From what I heard they’re taking it slow. Duff might do stupid things, but I trust him to watch over her. He’s a good guy. Plus how am I supposed to keep those two apart,” Stevie pointed over towards Delilah who currently had a strand of Duff’s hair places above her upper lip like a mustache. They were acting like a pair of idiots.

Mags remained silent as she watched the two of them giggle. Delilah needed this. Mags knew Delilah needed someone to distract her and cheer her up, but she just wished it could have been her instead of Duff.

“Hey Mags,” Delilah shouted across the room noticing her friends saddened mood. Delilah went to return Duff’s hat, bur he quickly gave it back to her whispering into her ear, “Delly this looks way better on you,” followed by a quick kiss on her cheek. He could feel Mags stares across the room.

“Wanna go and listen to the show?” Delilah added as she finished her drink and walked over towards Mags who quickly followed her. Delilah was hoping that watching Motley Crue would raise Mag’s spirit. She hated seeing Mags down.

The two girls walked towards the stage. The original plan was to watch the show from the audience, but Mags quickly changed her mind when she noticed how packed the bar was. She always admired Crue fans, but they were ‘alot’ and Mags didn’t want Delilah to feel uncomfortable. She heard that a could girls were taking their bras off and throwing them at Vince during the show. They found a spot backstage where they could clealy hear the music while keeping out of the groupie’s way.

About half way through the set, Mags finally got the courage to ask Delilah the question that had been burning at her, “so you and Duff?”

“I have no idea. He so sweet and kind and funny, but I don’t know if he likes me back. What if he is just being nice?”

Mags laughed at Delilah’s cluelessness. “Del, first off he calls you Delly. He is making lists of real bad puns and jokes for you to laugh at. Don’t get me started on the way he looks at you,” Delilah blushed at Mag’s words even though they came out more of frustrated than sweet.

Mags froze for a second and wondered if Duff was Delilah’s first crush. She never heard Delilah once mention any guys outside her ex fiancé.

“So you’re not a fan of Duff,” Delilah raised her eyebrow.

“Ugh, how do I explain it,” Mags grunted and leaned back against the wall.

“He is going to be a rockstar. I’ve been on this strip long enough to know what happens here,” Mags watched as all of the excitement that once filled Delilah evaporate. Mags was mentally scolding herself. Why did her mouth deceive her like that?

“I just thought,” Mags watched as Delilah pull her knees into her chest.

“Well how about we make a deal,” Mags paused waiting for Delilah to look up.

“A deal?”

“You can date Duff, but if he hurts you I will beat the living hell out of him,” Delilah nodded and laughed as Mags hugged her.

“Come on let’s get back to the guys, cow girl. There is a huge after party that you are not going to want to be sober for,” their laughter filled the hallway as the walked back towards the room.

#guns and roses #duff mckagan #gunsandroses #axl rose #gnr #axl #duff mckagan / oc #slash #guns n roses #steven adler #the dare fanfic #the dare

[fiftyshadesgrl]

This is part one of a brantley gilbert series im working on. Hope everyone enjoys it.

Is this the wrong thing to do? After everything that went down between me and Brantley, should I really be doing a meet and greet with him? The last time we were in a room together a lot of words were said and our relationship ended. I thought we were going to last forever. We were engaged, I was planning a wedding while Brantley was drinking himself into a early grave. As I pull up to the venue my hands start sweating and I seriously think about backing out, but he has sure come a long way and I just want him to know that I am proud of him.

45 minutes later

Its my turn next in the meet and greet. All of the fans stand behind a curtain until it is our turn. Security motions for me to head out to see Brantley. I take a deep breath and realize its now or never. I walk from around the curtain and Brantleys eyes go wide. "(Y/N), is that you?" I smile and nod, he opens his arms and grabs me. This feels so good, just like it used to. His strong arms is what made me feel safe. I sigh and start to tear up but then I pull away.

He smiles and eyes me up and down. "(Y/N), youre the last person I thought would walk around that curtain."

I place my hand on the side of his face and wish things were different. "I just wanted to come and tell you how proud I am of you."

"Well darlin, you couldve called." He says with a sigh. I cant believe Im standing here in front of him. Those blue eyes just peer into my soul. My heart skips a beat when I hear his songs on the radio. Sometimes I feel like some of them has been written just for me.

Security tells Brantley they need to wrap up the meet and greet. Brantley looks annoyed but he has a show to put on and many fans that he cant let down.

We get our picture taken and then he turns to me. He grabs my hands in his, "do you have a backstage pass?" I shake my head and say, "no just vip."

He called his manager over and whispered something in his ear. His manager produced a backstage pass. Brantley took it from him and handed it to me. "Here darlin, you can watch from backstage and then we can hang out afterwards."

I shook my head, "Brantley I cant accept this. I dont want you doing me favors."

He placed it around my neck. "Then this is a favor for me. Please I really want to talk to you after the show."

How could I say no to him. He really looked sincere and there is some things that I could get off my chest after the show. So I nod and he has the biggest smile on his face. "Thank you (Y/N). It really means alot to me."

"Youre welcome." I go to hug him and he surprises me by kissing me on my forehead. His manager leads me to Brantleys dressing room. "Make yourself at home honey."

"Thank you. Is it alright if I smoke in here?" I ask showing him my pack of cigarettes. He chuckles, "BG is like a chimney. Ash tray is on the table. Drinks and snacks are in the other room if you want anything. If you need anything else just holler."

I nod and light my cigarette as he walks out the door. Its really nice in here. A big leather couch is against one wall right across is a mirror with lights around it. A chair sits in front of it but Brantley doesnt seem the type to need makeup to go on stage. I put my cigarette out in the ash tray and sit back in the couch. It feels like a cloud. I look around trying to find something to occupy me, I flip through my phone. I snap a picture and send it to my best friend with a text saying 'guess i get to go backstage.'

He sends a text back saying 'be careful. Dont let him hurt you again.' I roll my eyes and shut my phone off. I get up and decide to go get something to drink. When I open the door Brantley is on the other side, I think he was giving hisself a pep talk before coming in. He looks worried, "youre not bolting already are you?"

I shake my head. "No, I was going to get something to drink." He sighs like he is glad that I wasnt leaving.

"You mind if I come with you?" He asks shyly.

"Of course not. This is all for you anyways."

We walk down the hall to the room that has the sign catering on the door. He holds the door open for me and as I enter his hand brushes mine. I feel the sparks way down deep and I know he does too.

After we enter the room I grab a water and he gets a plate of food and a tea. The room is quite crowded and noisy. He looks at me and asks, "wanna go back to the dressing room?" I shrug and mouth its up to you. He nods towards the door and I follow him. He pushes the door open and holds it for me.

When we get back to the dressing room he plops down on the couch and puts his feet up on the table. I sit down on the other end of the couch and he looks like he is affended. "What are you doing all the way down there darlin? I aint gonna bite ya."

I smile and scoot closer to him. I take a sip of my water and light another cigarette. I smoke alot when Im stressed or nervous.

"Wheres your food darlin?" He asks looking at my bottle of water.

"Oh, um." I look down at my hands. "Im not hungry."

He shakes his head, "no, I aint having it. Youre gonna eat. Here take my plate Ill go get some more."

Before I could say anything he placed his plate in my lap and was already out the door. I really wasnt hungry. My nerves were getting the best of me and my stomach was in knots.

Brantley came back in a few minutes later with two huge plates of food. I raised my eyebrows at him as he sat down. "You dont expect me to eat that do you Brantley?"

He shook his head, "no one plate for me and the desserts are for both of us."

I picked at my food as we talked about old times and before I knew it they were calling him for the show. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch.

"Come on (Y/N), you can watch from the side."

He opened strong and the crowd went wild. After a few upbeat songs he pulled out his acoustic and sat on a stool center stage.

"Welcome everybody yall are amazing."

The crowd cheered loudly as he took a sip of water. He looked over at me and winked causing a face splitting grin to appear on my face.

"I figured wed slow it down a bit for a while. These next few songs mean alot to me. I wrote them for someone special and maybe just maybe."

He looks over at me again.

"She just might hear them tonight."

He starts playing the best of me and glances at me every now and then. Then he starts you dont know her like I do. Then he finishes with you promised. He gets emotional during that song and he looks directly over to me when he sings the last line.

"No matter what you do, you know Ill always love you.

Hell I have to, cause I promised."

The tears streamed down my face. I knew he meant it and after all these years, deep in my heart. I knew I still l loved him. I never stopped, but thats what scares me. Hes changed yes but how could I forget the past?

He was still looking at me as I turned and walked back to the dressing room. I couldnt let him see me cry, so I sat in the dressing room and cried. I went to light my cigarette but couldnt find my lighter anywhere. Brantleys lighter was gone too.

My eyes went to his duffel bag and thought maybe he might have a spare lighter in there. I unzipped it and tried not to look to much at anything but I felt a lighter and as I pulled it out a paper came flying out too.

"Oh shit, I hope It didnt rip."

I picked it up, a picture fell to the floor. I bent to pick it up and saw it was the last picture me and Brantley had made together. That was the better days before everything went bad. I cant believe he has kept it all this time.

"Yall have been awesome tonight! I love yall see ya again soon."

I heard Brantley closing the show so I shoved the paper and picture back in his bag and zipped it quickly. I grabbed my cigarettes and ran to the exit.

The cool air hit my skin like a gift from heaven. I had to take a breather for a moment cause I didnt know what to say to him. Why has he kept that all this time? Why did it make me smile that he did? Because I love him but I cant tell him. Tonight was just to see him and go home.

I sit with my back against the building and lit my cigarette. I looked down at the lighter in my hand and was surprised to see it was the zippo I got him for his birthday one year. This man, does he keep everything.

The band starts coming out of the doors and start loading the bus with equipment and luggage. A few minutes later Brantley came struting out looking frustrated. He couldnt see me because I was sitting behind the door.

I heard him say to his manager, "why didnt you stop her! I need to go find her."

Before he climbed the steps on the bus I stood up and said "you looking for me?"

I could see the relief wash over him. He ran over to me and grabbed me up in a big hug. "I thought I lost you again baby girl."

I smiled and pulled away from him. "Im right here. I just needed some air." He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in for a fierce kiss. It shocked me for a second then I was kissing him back. Our tounges exploring each other mouth. I nipped his lower lip and he growled in response.

I pulled away but he rested his forehead on mine. We were both panting and I managed to find the words. "Brantley, I....I cant do this."

"Come on the bus with me, we can talk cause theres some stuff I need to tell you."

"I dont think thats a good idea Brantley."

He sighs and those blue eyes pierce right into the depths of my soul and break down whatever barriers I had built to keep him out.

"Please, just to talk. I promise."

I nod, "okay, just to talk."

He smiles and grabs my hand. He leads me towards the bus and motions for me to go first. He doesnt speak to anyone but heads straight for his room. He closes the door behind him.

He sits down on the bed and pats the place next to him.

"You can sit baby doll, dont worry I wont do anything."

"I know, I trust you." I sit down next to him but for some reason the words that I have been wanting to say will not come out. Thank god he spoke first.

"Listen (Y/N), I know the last time we saw each other I was a complete mess."

"Complete mess is putting it lightly." I say

He sighs, "ok, I was a complete dick. I know I hurt you and I said things I didnt mean. I swear to you I have changed. I love you (Y/N) I always have, and if you give me a chance." He grabs my hand and I look into his eyes. "I promise you I will make up for everything baby."

I really do believe him but why is it so hard to just give myself to him. "You cheated on me Brantley. You told me you didnt want me anymore. I wanted to marry you and have a family with you. I saw all of that happening but it was all just one big lie."

"Baby look at me." He says as he places his fingers under my chin. My eyes meet his once again. "Im so sorry for everything. After all these years it still eats at me what I done to you. I was fucked up at the time. The booze and pills had me all kinds of fucked up but it didnt mean I didnt want you. I honestly cant tell you why I said that but I can tell you I didnt mean it." I start crying and try to look away but he wouldnt let me.

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I was to stupid to realize it. I shouldve treated you better when I had you but for some reason I thought you would always be there. When I sobered up and realized you was really gone I went crazy. I went everywhere and anywhere that I thought you would be. I cried every night and every day I felt like my heart was just gone."

I wiped my eyes and whispered, "Im so sorry Brantley."

"No, no baby, Im the one whos sorry. I dont blame you for leaving me. Hell nobody did. Mama jumped my case everyday for a month about it."

I sniffed, "I found the picture of us in your duffel bag."

"You did?"

I nodded, "I wasnt being nosey I promise. I lost my lighter and couldnt find it or yours so I thought maybe you had a extra one. I didnt look at anything or at the piece of paper the picture fell out of."

He sighed and it looked like he was glad I didnt read it. "I kept that picture because thats all I had of you. Every night before a show looking at it would give me the boost I needed to have a damn good show. When I sleep, I put it under my pillow. I know its stupid but I have to have you with me or I cant survive."

I smile and before I knew it I was kissing him. He kissed me back at first then he gently pushed me away. "Woah baby, you said you only wanted to talk."

I straddled him and pushed his hat from his head. "I know what I said." I kissed his cheeks then his eyes then his lips. "Listen to what my heart is saying now."

His hands were on my sides sliding up and down, his thumbs were under my shirt. He was tracing lazy circles with them. He leaned forward and kisses my collarbone then my neck. "You sure baby." I nodded.

I pulled his shirt up and over his head. He did the same to me. I was wearing a black lace bra, he growled as he kissed the tops of my breast where the lace touched skin.

"God damn baby, I have been missing and wanting this all these years. Im afraid its a dream."

I smiled as I kissed up his neck up to his ear. I whispered "trust me honey, I dont think your dreams can make you feel as good as Im gonna in just a few minutes."

"Holy fuck." He said as he pulled away and took my lips in a searing kiss. He unclasped my bra with one hand. My hand skated down his chest and stomach and came to rest on his belt buckle.

"Make love to me Brantley."

He smiled, "oh baby, with pleasure."

#brantleygilbert #bgnation #bg #brantleygilbertfanfic #brantleygilbertsmut

[telling-our-stories]

Coming out stories

A heads-up. These are the original stories, however, they are anonymous. This wasn't intentional, I just screwed up and didn't tag. These stories, aren't mine, so if I've posted yours and you want it taken down. Please, just ask me.

Alright.

I am tired of people who are against the LGBTQ+ community. Its alright to have an opinion. It is not alright to put people down for being themselves. The first pride was a riot, a fight for what they believe in. I'm trying to do the same. I'm trying to gather the stories of the fallen, the ones who are still standing, the people who are willing to fight for everything they are. And I am fully willing to take a stand and fight to prove we exist. To prove that we're here, and we aren't backing down.

Hello, my name is Dustyn. I'm here today to collect stories from the LGBTQ+ community. There's a lot of people who are against us, which is exactly why we need to stand our ground. I'm not asking for a fight, I'm asking for your stories. My story is not yet finished, though I'm a bisexual trans male. Our stories are important, because they show who we are and how far we've come. I've struggled a lot in my life, but I've made it. So have others. Here are some of those stories. We'll start with mine. I've gone through many identities, mostly trying to figure myself out. I'm still doing that. My family doesn't accept me for me, but I have many friends who do. There are so many accepting people in life, and I appreciate all of you who are proud to be who you are. Whether closeted or not, you are all valid and amazing.

"Hello my name is Melissa and i am bisexual. My family didn't really have a harsh reaction to it other than the fact that they didn't understand it at first. That was most of my trouble was people saying that bisexual wasnt valid. Im sorry mine is so short but i think the moral is that you are valid. No matter what you identify as on any spectrum in the LGBTQ+ community. Also even if your outside of the LGBTQ+ community and your just an ally. We love you and you are all valid.”

"Salutations everyone. My name is Talan. I am non binary, panromantic and i am currently between asexual and demisexual. I was raised in a very christian household where my mother and father had very strict beliefs. They believed that being anything but straight and to me being anything other than my assigned gender was a sin, and many people still say that to me. When I came out to my dad he flipped, he took me out of school for a year and put me in online school. During this time in my life I had reached a dark time where i thought that it was never going to get better but trust me it does. I am still living with my dad who does not accept me and at this point we don't talk that much, but it does get better. We have gotten to the point where we can have a civil conversation with each other and im back in school. I have an amazing girlfriend and multiple qpps who i love very much. Everybody at school is very loving and supporting. Remember that family is not chosen for you, you make your own family. If you ever feel down than just know that there are so many amazing and kind people in the world who love you for who you are, no matter what that may be. You are loved."

“I'm glad you reached out to me, anything to help people understand more about the LGBTQ+ community. I am 19 now and I came out to my family at the age of 14. My parents were the typical ones who said it was just a phase and it would not last but here I am five years later and I made it through. There was a point where I had no one to turn to but then i met my amazing boyfriend. He helped me through the good and the bad and showed me that there were things to stay for. I am now in college and pursuing a career in photography at the University of Arizona. I hope that could help a bit!”

"Okay. Well. My coming out experience was definitely not expected in the slightest. I was in the 5th grade. Realizing that I liked both boys and girls was quite the revelation. I had a lesbian friend who was the first ever gay person I met or knew. I remember being backstage of a show I was in and just crying through the words, "I know I'm supposed to love guys, but I love girls too". After that. I didn't tell anyone else, until 6th grade. I was a track meet and a group of people I sat with was talking to my lesbian friend about kissing. I forget the exact conversation, but I spoke up and said I would kiss her. A Christian girl in my class was nearby and heard. She was disgusted. Therfore by the end of the week, I was completely outed to my entire school. It was ugly, but it got better over time I guess. I'm a junior in high school now. I have yet to come out to my parents, but at least I know that I am finally comfortable in my my sexual orientation and gender identify (demigirl, which I didn't figure out until a few short months ago)."

"Hey, I haven't actually come out to everyone yet but I have told a few people and all of their reactions were positive "oh you're bi? cool" and that was it. No "so do you like me?" or anything which was super great. So I was "straight" and when I heard about the LGBT community I was "straight" for about another five days. I did some thinking and realised I'd actually liked girls before, and shortly after came out as bi to a few of my close friends at the time. They were all supportive, bar one who said "you're just looking for attention lmao".Coincidentally, she had also come out as pan and had received the usual "you're attracted to pans?". I go to a Christian school, so it would be pretty disastrous if the news leaked out, but naturally it did. Not everyone knows, maybe about 10% of my grade. I suspect some teachers found out about how some people were LGBT (not many though, there's about 5 of us), because our dean of year gave the "you're too young to know that" talk. Mostly at school we get sheltered from all LGBT news and details at all, and my parents hadn't told me much about it either, even though they are supportive and would be okay if I came out as bi."

"I'm bisexual. I first came out to my elementary friends over the phone 3 years after we went to different middle schools. They were mostly all so accepting and I was so overwhelmed I hung up on them. I spent a few minutes laying on the ground clutching that phone to my chest, I'd never felt so loved. I cried and cried and cried because these people atleast the ones who accepted me see me different now but are okay with it. Two years later, now, I still haven't come out to my parents. I still need a few years but I'm a little bit more open at school now most of my friends accept me. Others were cut off, I can't do that with my family so they still don't know. Not as if they would take me seriously either way. I want to get past college get a place a stable life then maybe I'll be ready, just maybe. Thank you for listening to my story."

"I was surrounded by my Uncle and his husband for years. I always knew that gay people existed. When I was younger I never thought anything different of myself; I thought I was one of the boys.

 It never really clicked that I was the only one who saw it that way.

When I was 7, my mother and sister suggested I take dance I shot them down saying "that's for girls."

They didn't get it.

I wasn't entirely sure what came over me in that moment either but I know it felt right.

As myself and the people I knew grew up I realised I wasn't happy with the way I looked. I tossed it up as your typical dislike.

~every girl went through that at my age didn't they~

All the girls I knew were so happy that they were becoming women and I just sat in the back wondering why I didn't feel the same way.

I still didn't get it.

Once my depressed state got worse I decided to read into ways to love yourself and your body.

I started taking selfies, dressing up, wearing heels and makeup, forcing myself to sing even though I hated the way I looked and sounded.

It got worse.

I broke down when nobody was looking and acted like it was fine; like I wasn't praying that whatever I was feeling would go away for even a second.

And one day I looked in the mirror and I thought "this isnt right. This isn't me. This isn't what I want. Who in the hell is that person staring back at me?"

And I accepted it. That I would never be who I should be. That I would never be happy. Because nobody would love me. Nobody would want me. And nobody would accept me. Because if I was happy then that meant my family wouldn't have had the little girl theh thought they had gotten.

And up until recently no one knew that I broke down every night, that my thoughts got so bad I wanted to drown in my own tears so that maybe it would all be over. Because to me coming out to them was worse than death.

And here I am years later. My family knows but they don't care. They don't try to comprehend that this repression it kills me all the time. So I gathered my money got myself exactly what they told me they would never let me have and I lie. I go behind their backs and I live like the man I really am online. I bind my chest and I hide from their sight and when they ask I say it's just their eyes.

Because if they knew - if my mother knew - they would rather me suffer day after day than be who I am."

"heyo, i read your post and id like to put something to it.

i am a part of the community, havent came out to my parents yet, because i know for a fact id be sent to a psichologist or thrown out. but i am me online

an old friend of mine is a trans guy and found me a few weeks ago. he said he saw that i support LGBT+ and it was so comforting for him. a friend who i haven't talked with for 9 years!after he told me that he lost half of his family for being himself, his dad ignores him since, but he has a boyfriend and got his life together

and that i could be a little comfort for him is really nice. even the people who are closeted can be helpful in the community."

"Well, my mom took it well. I had gotten stuck in my closet and then she got me unstuck and I told her I was queer.

My brother, we were sitting in the car and he told me he always knew, but I had to keep it a secret from my dad or else bad things would happen.

My friends hugged me and started to use my name and pronounsSo coming out to my dad and stepmom, it wasn't even a coming out but a forced outage.

They took my phone away the night of a Panic attack that I still have nightmares over and searched it. They read all my messages.... everything.

I wanted to scream for it to stop, but I knew it wouldn't. They told me that they loved me, but I had to stop being me and I have to go back to being a girl who was cishet

But once you have a taste of freedom of who you really are, you can never go back ...I couldn't hide again. I just had to wait till I could spread my wings and be free somewhere else."

"Ok so for the thing you tagged me in, I don’t exactly have a coming out story yet, and I’m not sure of my identity entirely. I’ve tried out tons of labels and am sticking with queer at the moment just cuz it takes the stress off of picking an extremely definite word to describe me. I came out as queer last year, but I don’t consider it a coming out story because 1) I only told my friends and not my family, and 2) queer doesn’t completely define me. In real life, I’m doing my best to go back in the closet, but I think my “friends” may have told other people who spread rumors around my school, so it’s been difficult. A bunch of people make random references to me liking boys (I’m amab) and it made me uncomfortable enough that I started telling them I’m straight. I’m planning on staying as far in the closet as possible until people get more accepting and I understand myself fully."

"It's not a coming out story (mostly) but it's a realization of sorts.

Yesterday our Social Studies teached asked us to form groups and discuss a contemporary issue that we would present at the front in a few minutes. Long story short I suggested LGBT+ community and rights, which my group mates accepted. I live in a really conservative country (with at least 81% of the entire population identifying as Christians) and that's an extremely taboo topic. It ended up leading the teacher asking us to raise our hands if we believed the lgbt community should be allowed Civil Union, not considering religion an all. I was so afraid to raise my hand, but it was what I believed in and I couldn't live with it if I didn't show it, so I raised my hand. I didn't really do this as a member of the community, I wasn't thinking of myself. I was thinking of a world where this is accepted in my country, where I can go outside and be open and love whoever I wanted to, and I guess the idea of standing up for what I believed in was what pushed me to do that. A big majority of the class was against, and I was just so afraid even though some small logical part of me knew they would not do anything.Today, our Civics teacher had us grouped again to make a live news report and once again, my group (international news) got assigned lgbt+ community because of our listed problems yesterday. I suggested interviewing a member of the community and basically came out to two people I knew were trustworthy (nearly all three other members in that group but thank God I think the third one did not hear) and we agreed that I could be used if I only had my voice recorded and edited to not sound like me. Just a few hours ago I found out that one of my classmates, who I thought was a nice sweet boy, turned out to be a big homophobe. "Sodom and Gomora and Liberals are teaching unnatural things" kind of guy.I guess that broke something in me, because another thing I was really passionate about for when I grew up was this certain job, though no one supported me. I used to want to do that so much the idea of anything else repelled me, sometimes the idea of the other more "acceptable" jobs brought me to tears. Somehow this one admission that I thought everyone should have the right to at least a civil union and finding out my classmates didn't believe in that crushed something in me hard enough that I lost the passion to do that job I wanted. It makes no sense how this connected with that apart from the fact that neither are things I have been or would be supported on, but I guess seeing that this world isn't really safe made me lose hope.I felt scared to raise my hand, almost like I was actually coming out (which I now realize I'm absolutely never doing to many of those people) and the realization that some place I thought was a safe space for me, because all of those people in that class, I thought I could trust them. I've been with them since before I could spell "friend" correctly, they're family to me, I believed I would be safe and accepted, and then came to find out that wasn't quite the case...But well, basically I was terrified then crushed to find out that I could have outted myself to a group of people who would not take my news lightly

Found out some people I thought were friends thought people like me were broken

Found out some people I used to have the biggest crushes on didn't even believe in letting people have a civil union."

"I’m very excited to see brave people like you ready to start a revolution, so I thought I’d share my, sorta, coming out experience.

So I have divorced parents meaning I’d have to come out to four parents. This happened mainly last year. I was pretty sure I was bi, (tho I now identify panromantic demigirl) I knew my dad and stepmom would be great with it, and they were. But when it came to my mother, well, she wasn’t really homophobic, but she had different ideas about how a gay person should behave. She outed me to her after overhearing a convo with my friends. She then told me I was too young, and gave the “its a phase” talk. She knew I was fairly open about it because I lived by a motto to “be so myself that other people feel brave enough to be themselves too” But she believed a gay person should keep it a secret. Nowadays I don’t believe in the process of “coming out” I am open about my sexuality and gender but I don’t do formal coming outs. I always believed that if straights don’t have to, neither should I just because I “don’t fit a default” My mother wants me to come out to my stepfather even tho he already knows. I thought sharing a coming out story that also showed you should never feel obligated to come out. My mother guilt trips me about it, but I remain rooted in my beliefs that I shouldn’t have to come out, which I think is valid.

Hope my story can help anyone and just wanna say you are so so valid, amazing and powerful and should never feel pressured to be open if you don’t want to. Long live the revolution!!!🏳️‍🌈."

"Hello! I read your post about collecting LGTBQA+ stories and I thought Id share my brief experiences as a bi girl from Germany ^^

Tbh I never made a big deal about coming out, as I personally feel it goes to show that we're revealing a wierd secret, and Id like my sexualtiy to be something normal, not a main identifying characteristic. And everyone of my friends or classmates that I mention it to appear to have no problem with that whatsoever, and as far as I know Im not percieved as predatory either.

My family, however, is a whole different matter. While Im sure that my mums side of the family would be perfectly fine and my parents know already, when youve heard your fathers parents talk about eastern europeans and other immigrants using only slurwords and your uncles parents have expressed their absolute disgust about seeing a gay couple enjoy a nice picnic at the park, you get very cautious about who you tell. Especially since I dont want to put the supportive family in the position of having to consider whom they can talk to about this.

Another thing that Ive noticed after my exchange year in Sweden and seeing my first pride, though not having the time to attend, on my way there in Copenhagen, is how little support my country gives to this community from a social perspective. At my swedish school, all the teachers had a rainbow keyband from a *seminar about LGBTQA+ people*, something Im sure Germany would never do, and all of them kept it. There was no question whether you support us or not, it was an acceped part of social life and no big deal; we even did a private introduction round for pronouns!

And then I came back here. During pride month, there were no rainbow decorations, the most I saw of a parade was two discarded paper flags on the ground afterwards. When I vented about this to my ally friend, she only said that "some people and companies just like to stay neutral". Try all of them in Germany, but sure.

I know our community has come far, but I can also see that it isnt fsr enough, and that is the fight I am still fighting.

Hope this helps ^^."

"Alright. Mine isnt that interesting but I'll do my best :)

I came out as bisexual when i was in the sixth grade. It wasnt a huge deal to my mom. She said okay and we went on with our lives. Around the end of that year, i told her i thought i was trans and she said i wasnt. I came out to her again six months later and she said the same thing. There was a lot of yelling. Mind you, she isnt transphobic at all. The third time... she was so done with me. She yelled and so did i. It took four different times for her to accept me, and even then, i had to do the last time over text because i was scared of her reaction."

"So, my name is Ell. I identify as queer and demigender. I don't know what to say here really early than it's important to find others like you when you're not as close to your family as you used to be. Because of your identity. My family is more accepting than most, but still. The community online is so so important to me, and this project makes me really happy. So thank you. "

"I was at sea world and my mom was in the car I was talking about how my dad was super homophobic. My mom says that my dad acts like it’s a disease I said will if it is then I have got it, My mom is understanding and says that she will love me no matter what."

"So, I’m non-binary and bisexual. That’s a big no-no in a latino family like mine, it’s always grow up, get married with the opposite sex, and have kids. I don’t know why I felt that I could just say anything to my mom one day and she immediately objected. “Are you sure you’re not a lesbian or just confused? You can’t like more than one gender. Also, what’s this about a non gender? You’re either a boy or a girl, that’s it.”

Thankfully after a lecture and me apologizing (though I did nothing but tell her more about me) she let the subject go. I’ve never told my dad because I know mom just will get in the way and say I’m lying again, but at least my friends are understanding and almost completely LGBTQ+."

[1rosex]

BTS reaction to sleeping with their best friend when drunk

Request: ¡Hola! Can I request a bts reaction to them sleeping with their bbf when they are both drunk and the morning after , since they don't have romantic feeling for one another they just take it as a joke ( something like " omg I didn't know you were that good at it"idk😂) and go on being friends thank you !

Warnings: smut

Masterlist

I HIGHLY SUGGEST READING THE REQUEST SO THIS MAKES SENSE!!

Jin

Jin woke up, despite being drunk he could actually remember last nights events. He narrowed his eyes, laying there with a headache trying to recall every last bit. You were both drinking and joking around, next thing he knew you were kissing him. Soon, you two were moving rhythmically under the sheets.

Jin smacked his lips together and felt along his waist, seems he'd passed out before he could get dressed. You shuffled besides him, sitting up and yawning as Jin kept remembering memories and piecing them together. All of a sudden, he shot up into a sitting position and glared at you.

"Whoa Jin- what's wrong?" You asked, he'd scared you when he moved so fast.

"You didn't give me a blowjob last night!" He suddenly said, offended. You were trying really hard not to laugh, but you couldn't help it. Your lips pulled up into a dumbfounded smile.

"What?"

"I make you spaghetti, and this is how you repay me. I thought we were friends Y/N." He shook his head as he hurried to get changed, leaving you behind laughing at his reaction.

"I was tired!" You called out after him.

He eventually made you two breakfast and made sure to tend to your hungover pain, because Jin's the best friend out there no matter what.

Namjoon

Namjoon struggled to get up, his head was pounding. His mouth was sour with the aftertaste of beer, he didn't remember how drunk he'd gotten. That was usually not a good sign. Namjoon jumped when he realized he didn't even have a shirt on, and he definitely didn't have pants on either. Namjoon took a minute to collect his thoughts before looking over at the other side of the bed. You were barely starting to wake up, realizing the same thing he had. You both stared at each other for a long time.

"Did we..." He asked, trailing off.

"I think we did." You nodded, looking around. Namjoin nodded, calmly. "We're not like.. Anything else though..?"

You shook your head. Namjoon nodded again. He didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you, even if last night had been nice. He'd rather not focus your friendship on it, he didn't want to use you.

"A lot bigger than you thought huh?" Namjoon suddenly said, turning to look at you knowingly. You rolled your eyes and looked away, throwing the pillow at him. "Oh shush! I'm going to be sore for the next few months thanks to you."

"What'd you expect Y/N? You didn't go so easy yourself, my makeup artist is gonna be curious." He rubbed the tight muscles over his chest and neck before yawning. "You want to go get some pancakes? Im starving."

Yoongi

You were abruptly pulled out of your dream when a pillow made contact with the side of your face. You grunted, your eyes popping open and searching your surroundings. You were in Yoongi's bed, and you were cold. You looked up, Yoongi was standing over without a shirt holding a pillow above his head.

"About time. You were drooling all over the sheets." He grinned slightly before handing you a clean shirt. You didnt quite realize why, until you felt your bare skin against the sheets.

"Oh dont tell me we...." You groaned as you grabbed the shirt and sat up to get it on. The dresser had a glass of water and a pair of bottoms too. The pounding in your head told you you'd been terribly drunk the night before, and the fact that you were naked in Yoongi's bed was enough for you to assume the rest.

"Oh we did. Why? Are you that disappointed?" Yoongi joked. You quickly shook your head, of course you weren't. He was your best friend, you were just hoping it hadn't ruined that friendship. But judging by how Yoongi was acting, it hadn't. "Your voice isn't quite so annoying when its calling out my name." Yoongi grabbed some clean clothes out of the dresser by the bed and started to head for the bathroom.

"Im taking a shower, you can take one here when I'm done." Yoongi disappeared behind the door before you could say anything. You shook your head as you fell back onto the bed and curled up into the sheets. This wouldn't ruin your friendship, but wow was it a story.

J-Hope

Hoseok sat up, stretched with a smile on his face. He gave a refreshed sigh, then turned to see you curled up besides him. Hoseok screamed and fell off the bed, yanking you out of your dreams and causing you to sit up. "Hobi whats going on?" You asked, groggily. You remembered the night before faintly, and it seemed that he was starting to remember too. You'd been drinking, gone home with him, and the rest was history. That might explain why you were laying in his bed.

"Oh my god you saw me naked!" Hoseok yelled, even though he was standing in front of you still naked since he'd passed out before he could change, and still hadn't changed. You watched him for a second before looking away. "Yeah, and I still am seeing it. Stop jumping around.."

"You already saw my dick last night why are you looking away now!" Hoseok threw his hands up in the air. After a short pause of silence, both of you burst out into laughter.

"Seriously?" You laughed as you reached for your shirt to get on, Hoseok looking for a clean change of clothes as well.

"Im just saying! If anyone asks though, you've never seen your best friend naked. That includes the incident at the pool. I am pure."

Jimin

Jimin looked over at you, who was finally waking up and trying to understand the situation. Jimin had been up for a while now, piecing the events of last night together. Jin had bought you guys drinks, and then he had to go take the rest of the members to McDonald's because they wanted McDonald's. They'd left you two alone, and after a while things had escalated. Jimin had come to the conclusion that he had slept with you, and he didn't regret it. You two were so close that it hadn't been awkward at all, he'd felt relaxed.

"Good morning." He smiled at you as just sat up.

"I feel like im dying. I cant believe we actually got so drunk that we made out." You whined, rubbing your head. The morning after was definitely not an enjoyable time, espicially not when you had the sore muscles to prove the night before too.

"Guess you can't me a small mochi anymore?" Jimin asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Yeah you're right." You said. "I can now call you a tiny mochi."

Jimin smacked you with the pillow as you burst out into laughter, falling back onto the bed. Jimin blushed, smiling as he put the pillow back down and stretched his sore muscles.

"Lets go out and eat something. Im seriously drained after last night."

Taehyung

Taehyung was so tired the next morning, he didn't budge at all even after your multiple attempts to awaken him. After a while you just gave up, laying besides him and waiting for him to come around on his own time. After a few more moments of Taehyung snoring, his breath hitched as his eyes started to open. He gave a big yawn, groaning at the sudden pang of pain in his head. Taehyung rolled over, seeing you curled up besides him.

"Oh that's why." Taehyung muttered to himself, realizing now why his lower half was bare.

"Morning." You muttered. It went quiet for a while, the two of you breathing in sync.

"You know to be honest, I thought you'd be a whole lot worse at that." Taehyung said bluntly. You laughed, shaking your head as you rolled in the other direction. "Good teamwork!" He called after you too, making you laugh even harder. "You know just how to ruin the mood don't you?" You asked him. Taehyung just grinned.

"This doesnt change us does it?" Taehyung asked. He definitely didn't regret the events that had taken place last night, but he also didnt want to ruin the good friendship you two had going on. You sat up and shook your head. "Well, we were drunk."

Taehyung nodded. He gave a fully body stretch, looking like a cat that had just awoken from a long nap.

"I think I drank way too much. Can we go get some water? Then some pizza? I don't even want to look at what I sent out last night."

Jungkook

Jungkook woke up that morning, groaning about the pain in his head. He didnt know getting that drunk could cause so much pain. He yawned, then carefully pulled himself up into a sitting position. He felt someone else on the bed, whipping around to see you in the midst of waking up. His eyes went wide, slapping his hands over his chest to realize he was shirtless. He lifted the sheets too, examined down there for a second before slamming the blanket back down around his waist. You rolled over and looked at him, half awake, half asleep.

"Holy shit I just got laid." He said, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, by your own best friend. Can you even be proud?" You joked as you rubbed your eyes.

"Yeah thanks. You know, its an absolute honor. Plus, I don't think you were so against the idea of it being your best friend either last night." Jungkook winked at you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked while propping yourself up on your elbow, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh jungkook!~" Jungkook yelled out, mimicking your voice. Your face went red as you pushed him, laughing. Jungkook fell over and giggled before looking back at you.

"Im pretty sure we're both naked right now. Who's getting out of bed first?" He asked. He'd been okay with it last night of course, since he was so drunk. Thats not to say he regretted it, he'd slept with you by choice. But you were still just best friends and now, being sober, he'd gotten shy again. "Rock paper scissors." You shrugged. Jungkook agreed, but soon regretted it when he lost.

"Im going to make a beeline for the bathroom and if you look at or say anything to me I swear I'm never sharing my kimchi with you again"

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[fuckyeaharadulov]

I Remember You - Dylan Strome (Part 3)

Okaaaaayyyy. So. A whole lot of life happened. But Im finally proud to present to you part 3. Please Enjoy.

Part 1   Part 2  

  As the month passed, the time for the Roadrunners to come back to Texas grew near. I’d finally get to see Dylan again. We talked pretty much everyday slowly getting to know each other. A few days before the game I got a call from Dylan asking if I had made a decision on which game I wanted to attend.

“We play on Friday and Saturday evening both at 7pm. If you want I can get tickets for both games. You won’t come alone will you?”

“As much as I’d love to come see you on both days I work on Friday and won’t be able to get to San Antonio in time for the game to start. It’s about an hour drive plus evening traffic, I can’t do it so just the Saturday game, and no I won’t be coming alone. Jacey would kill me if I went to a hockey game without her. Besides, she was really pissed off that she didn’t get to meet you in the first place.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that, but I had to go. I’m excited to meet her since you said she was the one who introduced you to me in the first place. I really have to thank her.” I could tell he was nervous about something because towards the end he started to ramble. “I’ll tell Wally I want to have 2 tickets for you guys waiting at will call. All you have to do is tell them your name and I think show an ID and they’re all yours.”

“You really don’t have to do that Dylan. I can buy the tickets.”

“But this way I know you’ll show up. You’ll feel bad if you have tickets there waiting for you and you don’t even use them.”

“You know I hate it when you’re right, but I’ll be there any way. Don’t you know my favorite hockey player will be there? Why wouldn’t I go?”

“Oh well I didn’t know you liked Lawson that much, I’ll have to let him know.” I laughed at his comment, but before I could come up with a witty remark my thought process was interrupted. Dylan told me he was about to go into the rink for practice and he would text me when he was done.

The week flew by quickly and at lunch with Jacey I received a text from Dylan telling me that the tickets for the game were secured. He told me how excited he was to see me that he really hoped I liked the seats he picked for us.

“I can’t believe you told him we wouldn’t go tonight. I wanted to so bad.” Jacey said while picking at her food.

“I know, but with work I just don’t think I could do it. It’s going to be a nightmare with all the traffic and we wouldn’t make it to the game in time. At least not in time for warm ups.”

“So? We don't have to be there for warm ups.” She didn’t make eye contact, but rather messing with her phone the whole time, still eating because she had to be back at her office in 20 minutes. “Are you happy with how your makeup and hair look today?”

“Actually yeah, I decided not to wear foundation cause of this new moisturizer I tried. I thought I was having a good skin day.” I continued to ramble on about my skin and new moisturizer glancing up to see Jacey’s evil grin.

“That's great. I'll be at your house at 6. I just bought us 2 tickets for tonight's game. We’re sitting behind Tucson’s bench. You buy gas and we’ll call it even.” I didn't even have time to think and get words out of my mouth. She hit the order button on her phone and we were set for the game tonight. “I don't think you should tell Dylan. Surprise him. He’ll love it.”

“He’s gonna be upset. I told him we wouldn't be there and I’d see him tomorrow.”

“He’ll forgive you. I have to go back to work now, but I’ll be at your house later. Is your Roadrunners shirt clean?”

“Yeah, but it won’t be for tomorrow when I really need it.” We left the restaurant and went our separate ways back to work. I seriously contemplated telling him we’d be there for the game tonight. It was incredibly difficult, but I contained myself when he started texting me asking how my day was going and if I had any plans for tonight. I didn’t exactly lie by telling him Jacey and I were going out after work.

Jacey got to my house very shortly after I did already wearing her shirt and a pair of black leggings. I didn’t want to match her intentionally, but I decided to wear leggings as well choosing comfort over style after being in work clothes all day long. Knowing Dylan was already at the rink getting ready to go out for warm ups, I sent him a quick text wishing him luck and telling him I’d watch the game after dinner.

Once we got to the AT&T Center we parked the car and got through security. We did the usual pregame routine, slightly less rushed, and made our way to our seats right behind Tucson’s bench. Warm ups were already completed, both teams were back in their locker rooms and time was ticking down towards the puck drop.

With 5 minutes to go, the announcer came over the speakers and the team started skating onto the ice. Shortly after all the players were out of the tunnel, I could see all the Roadrunners ready to make their way onto the ice. I couldn’t see Dylan yet because I knew he always had to be the last one out. I also knew he had no idea I was there, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. He skated around for a minute and made his way over to the bench since he wasn’t in the starting shift for the game. Our eyes met instantly because we were right there in the first row behind their bench. A huge smile spread on his face practically going from ear to ear. He took his time turning around and sitting down starting to focus for the game.

The whole game flew by so fast. Being a Rampage fan (when Tucson isn’t playing them), it was hard not to cheer for them at some points in the game. That all changed when I saw Mason Geertsen skate by Dylan. He immediately turned around and started skating after Mason. From there it escalated to a shoving match, but AJ Greer and Lawson Crouse came in with the refs to break it up quickly before it could get any worse. Both Dyan and Mason got minor roughing penalties and went to the sin bin still yelling at each other through the glass.

By the end of the game the score was tied 2-2. Jacey and I were sitting on the edge of our seats. The game went immediately into overtime. At the beginning of the five minute overtime period I got a tap on my shoulder that made me jump nearly 5 feet in the air. A trainer with a Tucson polo was standing behind me.

“Hi, are you Ashlyn?” He said after giving me enough time to calm down.

“Um, yes?” I replied very confused as to how he knew my name.

“Okay, well, um, Mr. Strome has asked that I escort you back to the locker rooms when the game is over. I’ll be standing by the entrance for section 8, so meet me at the stairs and I’ll take you the rest of the way.”

“Oh wow, okay, is it okay if my sister comes?”  He said assured me that it was fine and then quickly left to wait for the end of the period.

Only 3 minutes into the period Klim Kostin from San Antonio scored and ended the game with a 3-2 Tucson loss. Jacey and I made our way up the stairs to the exit and met the trainer exactly where he said he’d be. He asked if we were ready to go and with a nod we started making our way to the locker rooms. After a few minutes of walking we were led to a door with several other girls waiting outside as well. He turned to us and said to just wait there and Dylan would be out shortly.

We stood awkwardly for a few minutes getting looks from some of the other girls waiting. What felt like an eternity was worth it when I saw the door swing open and Dylan walk out with a huge smile on his face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be upset? You guys lost.” I said even though I knew he wasn’t bothered by the loss because he knew I was there.

“We lost because you lied to me and said you weren’t coming, but I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am that you’re here. I’m going to hug you, okay?” I turned around and glanced at Jacey giving me a strange look. I turned back around and said okay. He wrapped his arms fully around me and I was consumed by his entire stature. He didn’t squeeze me too tight, but just enough that I knew he had been longing to do that since we met.

We broke from the hug and I looked up at him. I flashed a quick smile and turned toward Jacey again.

“Dylan, this is my sister and best friend in the entire world, Jacey.”

“Hi Jacey, it’s really nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you already.” He stepped up to her and I’m assuming asked if he could give her a hug because she nodded very small with a smile and he leaned over and gave her a little side hug.

“I’m really happy you guys came today, but why did you decide to come after all?”

“It was my idea, it was a last minute decision at lunch today.” Jacey piped in before I could even put the blame on her.

“Well I’m glad you did. It was a nice surprise. Thanks Jacey cause even I couldn’t convince her. Are you staying the night here in San Antonio or are you going home?”

“We are going back to my house. Jacey is spending the night with me and we’re gonna hang out tomorrow in San Antonio before the game.” Jacey looked at me kinda relieved because I was sure she didn’t want to do all the back and forth from her house to mine again tomorrow.

“Okay that’s good, I’ll let you ladies go home before it gets too late, but call me when you get there so I know you are safe.” Dylan leaned in again for another hug and placed a quick peck on my temple so that nobody else could really see.

“Thank you so much for letting us come back here. It was nice meeting you.” Jacey said starting to walk away.

“Bye Dylan. We’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled, not wanting to turn around and leave. I wanted to stay with him forever.

“Bye. Please stay safe.” We walked back the way we came and out to the foyer with the crowd still slowly exiting the arena. We got to the car and began the regular routine of leaving the game once again.

On the way back to my house, we stopped and got food and ate in the car. While eating Jacey brought up that she thought it was weird that he told me he was going to hug me and that he asked her before he did as well.

“Yeah, I told him about how I don’t like being hugged, or touched for that matter. I also told him you were kind of the same way. He wanted to make a good impression and asked first.”

“Ha! Dylan Strome wanted to make a good impression on me? Really?” The thought was a little interesting since he’s kinda famous in the hockey community.

Half an hour after getting food we arrived back at my house. Once we got settled in I gave Dylan a call. I told him he was on speaker so he could hear Jacey as well. We let him know how much fun we had at the game and thanked him once again for bringing us back to meet him at the locker rooms. After we were done with all the thank yous Jacey went to take her make up off and get ready to go to bed. I took Dylan off speaker and laid down on my bed.

“It was so nice to finally get to hug you. I’ve been waiting since we met to do that.”

“I know. Me too. You give the best hugs. I didn’t want to leave and I most definitely can’t wait until tomorrow. I miss you already.” Not even realizing the last bit came out of my mouth, I waited for his response. There was a slight sigh of what sounded like relief.

“I miss you too. I sat in my hotel room waiting for your call, but I kind of stink and I need to shower. I’ll text you when I get out okay?”

“Okay. Talk to you later. Bye.” We hung up and I just laid there thinking about the plans for tomorrow. Jacey walked back into my bedroom and sat on the bed next to me. She let me know that the bathroom was all mine when I was ready. I got up and went to my dresser, got some pj’s and headed to the bathroom to shower.

When I came back I had a text waiting for me from Dylan. We exchanged a few messages until he had fallen asleep. While Jacey had already been dead to the world asleep, I was having trouble getting comfortable on account that there was another human in my bed. I was used to having my dog come visit from my parents house every once in a while but not another person. I had the TV on playing The Office because I can’t go to sleep without it on. I clicked ‘Continue Watching’, blaming Netflix for judging me. Before I knew it, I looked at my phone and saw that it was 3:37 am. I put it screen down on my mattress and slipped it under my pillow. I groaned quietly and tried to shut my eyes, but right as I did my phone started ringing as loud as it possibly could. Wondering who the hell was calling me at this time I scrambled around trying to get it out from under my pillow and tried to turn it down before it woke Jacey up.

I looked at the screen and saw Dylan’s name. I answered, very confused, with a very hushed hello.

“Hello?” He was whispering as well probably trying not to wake up whoever he was bunking too.

“Dylan? Is everything okay? Do you even know what time it is?” I said, still confused.

“Yeah. Everything is okay. I woke up a little bit ago and had some questions for you. Did I wake you up?”

“They couldn’t wait until in the morning? No you didn’t wake me up, but you should be asleep right now.”

“ You should too. What is your excuse?” he said. He was right, I explained that Jacey wanted to sleep in my bed too, so I just didn’t have enough room for the usual position I slept in. He responded with a ‘yeah uh huh sure’ and was absolutely positive that it was because I was actually lying awake thinking about him. He wasn’t entirely wrong. My mind did drift to him, but mostly about what I was going to wear tomorrow.

“Yeah of course I was thinking about you. I was actually thinking about what I was going to wear tomorrow. You see, I was forced against my will to go see my favorite hockey player and now I don’t have a Roadrunners shirt to wear when I see them play tomorrow.”

“ Well I’ll see what I can do about that. What do you have planned for tomorrow?”

“ Jacey and I are going to a few malls in the area, grab some lunch, and then go to the game. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have morning skate and practice but I’ll be done at 11, want to meet for lunch? I have to go back to the hotel around 4 though.” I was a bit surprised he wanted to have lunch with us but really excited because I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could before he went back to Arizona.

“Absolutely, I’ll figure out where we’re going to lunch and I’ll text you the information. How are you gonna get there? Do we need to pick you up?” I felt bad for the all the questions.

“No. I’ll just get an Uber. It’ll be fine. Don’t you worry about me. You need to get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Sweet dreams.”  He pressed the end button before I could protest, my phone screen went black and the sound in the room returned to just the quiet audio on the tv. I turned over and immediately fell asleep.

#I remember you #dylan strome #stromer #tucson roadrunners #arizona coyotes #i remember you part 3 #nhl fic #nhl #strome daddy #nhl fanfiction #part 3

[willgayers]

Some hc of Bev testing her makeup with all the Loser's (Richie marking everyone with the lipstick lol) and each one with a different makeup and my God, they would look BEAUTIFUL!!!1!1!

oh my god holy shit im sorry it literally took me like forever to write this but here you finally go!!! 

ps: mike is my personal favorite here

so beverly is a makeup artist student

and for her final project she has to do different kinds of makeup

like an 80s makeup,, 90s… etc

and she needs six models

what a fun coincidence

so one day she calls all the losers to her own condo downtown

she doesn’t tell them what’s up but she promises there will be pizza and root beer so the boys r like well damn aight

and they show up all together at the same time around 6pm ,,, to find beverly’s makeup all over the living room table and they glance at each other like “….”

ben sighs because the poor boy’s been thru lord knows how many makeup projects already  

“brace yourselves.”

stan is about to sneak out but richie smirks and grabs him by the arm and goes

“you’re not going anywhere stanley you’re gonna be a pretty boy”

stan wants to slap him

beverly walks out of another room and sees her friends and she’s like “hey!!! who wants to go first”

everyone turns to look at ben who looks back at them and he’s like “ugh fine” and walks to the living room

anyway beverly had imagined them to sit in the kitchen eating pizza and waiting for their turn and then one by one come to the living room but she thought wrong bc all the losers are sitting around her and watching curiously as she does ben’s makeup

it’s an 80s makeup look,, some purple/pink eyeshadow , fake lashes ,, strong blush and hot pink lips

“looking hot hanscom” richie winks and ben just rolls his eyes because he’s used to this

“ok who’s next” beverly asks

“eddie!!!!” richie basically shoves his boyfriend to the couch and eddie shots a glare at richie bc he hasn’t even finished his pizza slice yet

“do u wanna eat that first” beverly asks

“yeah just gimme a sec” eddie says and stuffs the rest in his mouth and then swallows

“done,,, now make me gorgeous”

eddie gets a 90s makeup look,, simple nude smokey eye with a little kohl and also nude lips + lipliner. mascara big time because this boy has such pretty lashes

“am i done???” eddie asks

“you’re done” beverly nods “nEXT”

eddie gets up and richie’s staring at him

“what” eddie asks

“you … actually look.. good” richie utters out and eddie blushes a lil but shoves him playfully

“ha-ha richie”

“im sERiOus you’re bEaUtiful what the shit eddie”

eddie just ignores him but glances at his reflection from his iphone screen and kinda likes the look

stan is next

“do i have to do this beverly”

“yes you d-do stan.” bill says from the floor, biting on his pizza. stan shots him a scowl and bill smirks wide bc he’s EXCITED to see what’s gonna come out of this

beverly starts putting makeup on stan and he’s very sUsPicIous because beverly’s been putting eyeliner on his eyes a LOT now

“are you doing me the kiss- band makeup or what”

“you’ll see”

then she starts to put golden lipstick

stan is like wTF

“ok you’re done”

bill is smirking wide at stan so uris grabs the mirror from the table and his eyes widen

he’s cleopatra

“WOW did you seriously just do this” stanley says

“yeah”

stan tilts his head in different directions to see the makeup from every angle

“that’s actually really cool”

stan gets up and then sits down to the floor next to beverly

“ok mike you’ve been sitting quietly for the whole time. your turn” beverly says and mike tries to hide behind his pizza box

“miiiiichaaeeeeelll” richie is winking from the corner

“MICHAEL” stanley fakes a super low voice and mike sighs and puts the box down before he sits on the sofa too

mike is getting the old man look google results for this one suck btw 

and the losers have a hard time trying to hold in their laughter as beverly’s doing his face

they try to think that ok,,, it’s not that fun but every time they look at mike again they all start cackling

“WHAT IS IT!!!” mike tries

“you’ll see” beverly smirks

“wHAT iS IT cOmE ON gUyS I CAN SEE YOUR FACES ITS SOMETHING BAD ISNT IT” mike is starting to laugh too

“see for yourself” beverly hands him the mirror and mike bursts out laughing

“oh my… oh my oh my,” he fakes an old man voice and they all laugh again

my favorite ship is losers club + freakin HAPPINESS

once they’ve finally cooled down it’s bill’s turn

“OH oh oH can you do something super pretty with bill’s face” stan asks bc he’s starting to get really into this whole thing

“sure” beverly nods “im gonna do him the 2010’s look”

“which is???”

“contour and stuff like that”

bill swallows and blushes a little as he sees the excitement on stanley’s face

in the back of the room mike is still doing grandpa impressions and eddie and richie and ben are losing it

“so you’re gonna use that one now. okay and now that one. uh-huh… interesting” stan is watching very closely

bill is done!

“wow.” stan just says

“what” bill asks

“eyebrow game STRONGgGGg right” beverly smirks at stan

“yAaasSS GIRLLLL” stanley jokes 

“well well well,” ben speaks from the corner “there’s only one left”

everyone turns to look at richie at the same time and tbh he feels a little scared because these people don’t look like his friends

“alright you bunch of drag queens and the godfather im going”

“whatcha gonna make me bevs” richie asks as he jumps down on the couch

“well first im gonna shove your hair out of your face”

she shoves richie’s hair back from his forehead with a pink hair band on and eddie smirks in the corner bc richie looks funny. but also cute

actually all of them think he looks cute like that

beverly starts to pat something weird and thick on richie’s nose and richie’s a little disgusted

“what are you doing…”

“im giving you a bigger nose”

“wHY”

“just let me do it ok”

sounds fake but ok,, richie thinks and just stares at beverly 

then she grabs something that looks like a piece of flesh and richie yelps out

“WHAT THE fUcK IS THAT”

“it’s a fake scar”

“ARE YOU MAKING ME THE FREAKIN LEATHERFACE”

stan and bill laugh in the front row

“no,,,” beverly rolls her eyes in amusement

once the scar is on richie’s face beverly starts putting on some guyliner

“ah!!! i get who you’re doing!!! because of the hair right???” eddie then asks

“yeah the hair inspired me” beverly says

then she pulls out a fake mustache and richie’s eyes widen

they all burst out laughing as beverly’s trying to put it on richie’s face but he keeps on scrunching his nose and twisting his lips

“rICHIE STAY STILL” beverly tries

“BUT IT TICKLES”

the mustache is finally on and beverly lets richie’s hair fall loose

“now who the hell am i” richie asks and grabs the mirror

he’s captain hook (just imagine the scar somewhere)

“WOW” he says

“like it???”

“i look fucking badass”

“what do you think eds should i keep the mustache ;-)”

“pls dont”

“how come,,, i think you could totally rock that look”

“thanks michael i think so too”

bev looks at the clock and it’s 10pm already

”finally done,,,, im starving gosh" beverly is about to get up but richie shoves her back down

“uhm no. i think it’s only fair we do your makeup too”

“what???”

“that’s actually a f-funny idea.” bill says

stan is already picking out some makeup he thinks looks interesting

“SIT DOWN BEVVY” richie smirks and pulls her to the couch

“oh my god please at least give me some pizza” beverly begs and ben hands her the box

“thanks babe” beverly goes and ben turns bright pink

mike nudges him on the side and gives him a creepy old guy wink

“what are you even gonna make me” beverly asks as she munches on her pizza and eddie is applying foundation on her face

“we’re gonna make you,,,, beautiful.” richie just simply says, starting to draw her eyebrows

“move over tozier” stanley goes and shoves himself between richie and eddie,,, starting to tap blue and orange eyeshadow to beverly’s eyelids

“oh my g-god stan…” bill mumbles

“shut UP william, this looks amazing” stanley says concentrated

eddie’s done with foundation so he moves away and bill starts doing the bronzer

mike and ben are debating whether they should put nude or bright blue lipstick

boys think the blue one is COOL

so they decide to use that one

the makeup is done and they all stare at beverly,,, looking impressed and incredibly proud of their work

almost a happy tear rolls from the corner of stanley’s eye because now, he is an makeup artist

“WAIT!” richie then says

“what???” they all ask

“one more final add.”

he grabs a black eyeliner and a red lipstick and kneels in front of beverly,,, starting to write to her forehead with the eyeliner

the losers snicker a little and eddie rolls his eyes

then richie puts the eyeliner away and grabs the red lipstick and creates something with one swift move

“done” he says and drops the lipstick to the table

he grabs the tiny mirror and hands it to beverly, who starts to laugh

she has blue/orange eyeshadow, overly thick eyeliner, way too narrow eyebrows, too much bronzer, shock blue lipstick and the word LOSER on her forehead, a V over the S just like eddie’s cast had it

“WELL???” richie asks

“a beautiful look boys. im proud of you”

and they are all so smitten

especially stan

@superbyersbros @xbell22 @donthateonk8 @stenbroughbros @reddiebrekmyheart@itsgreywaterrichie @donvex @blueeyespurpleskies@ageorgymi@oh-youre-the-worst@eddiekaaspbraak @whipashwhipash @rissyq @richietoaster @edskasqbrak@urtury@bukiminajimu @kcutieeesblog @stansmansuris @adorefack @reddieaddict @icyeyes102@denbroughbill @graveyardshipper @taletellingsir@anxiety-freak-yuuri @rheddie@queertrashmouth @richiefreakingtozier@castletozier @tohzier @80soleff @lonewolfhard @low-key-dying @sad-synth @richietoaster @badboyharrington @beepbeep-losers @temptedtozier@kaspbraccs@kylieee827-blog @sad-synth @low-key-dying@officiallyreddie@reddietofall @stanleyboii @eternitynurarms @remushlupin@turtleneckrichie@rosegoldrichie @80srichie @asteroidbill @lonewolfhard 

#i like to call this the;;; how many ships can i sneakily fit into one hc list- hc list #losers club #hcs #it 2017 #it 2017 fanfiction #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #stanley uris #reddie #stenbrough

[constel-langst-ions]

Genderfluid!Lance Part 2

Here, have the team reacting to genderfluid!lance.

@genderfluid-alien here’s a followup for the genderfluid prompt!

—

Keith sat in the dining room, shortly after finding Lance.

Shortly after he found out that Lance was genderfluid.

The team had questioned him when he arrived back in the kitchen, no Lance at his side. “He’ll be here soon,” Keith explained, guilt piercing his gut as he used the pronoun, “he’s just getting ready.”

Keith stopped himself in calling Lance ‘she. It hurt. He wanted to let Lance know they were loved, that he loved them.

But Keith couldn’t. Not yet.

And more importantly, how would the team react? Keith didn’t know why he said the team was accepting. He didn’t know, really. It wasn’t certain.

But the paladins were good people. Surely, they would come around?

Keith hoped so, especially when Lance awkwardly walked in, wearing a sky blue skirt and a white t-shirt, tucked in.

Oh, Keith hoped they would be okay with it.

—

Lance shot Keith a tiny smile, a slight lip curl.

She smiled even wider when Keith subtly gave her a thumbs up.

Maybe it would be okay, Lance thought.

She turned to the gawking team and confused alteans. She gave a slight wave, her pink necklace bouncing where it sat on top of her shirt.

Lance had done her own makeup, but it was simply. No popping eyeshadow or eyeliner, light mascara, light concealer. She didn’t want to go all out yet.

And yet, the team stared. Jaws dropped. Eyes wide.

“Hi, guys.” Lance said quietly, her voice a little higher. Lance had taken vocal classes, to train themselves in range so they could fit their voice with what they felt that day.

Pidge was the first to speak, adjusting her glasses. “Uh, what is this, Lance?”

“What is what?” She spoke, still quiet. But she had a teasing tone.

Pidge waved her arms at 'him’. “This. Arent you, like, a boy?”

“Seriously, Lance? This isn’t the type for jokes.”

“Oh, that looks wonderful on you!”

Allura and Shiro spoke at the same time, Shiro sounding annoyed, Allura sounding excited.

They looked at eachother, their words contradicting eachother’s.

“Well,” Lance said, “I’ve decided that today is as good as any day to come out.”

Lance inhaled.

“I’m genderfluid.”

—

The team stared, all except Keith and Pidge.

Keith already knew, of course. Pidge seemed to understand, so she simply pushed her glasses farther up her nose and shrugged.

“Oh, cool. You look good today, then.” Pidge said, her voice matter-of-fact, daring the other paladins to challenge her.

Hunk was the first to snap out of it.

“Oh, yeah, I agree with Pidge. Very pretty. I like the skirt color, too. It brings out your eyes.” Hunk grinned at his best friend.

Lance smiled at Hunk, arms behind her back. She was making herself appear smaller, Hunk could tell in her body language.

Keith smiled at Lance. “Nice outfit choice.” Was all he said, his eyes soft and gentle, welcoming.

“Genderfluid?” Allura and Coran both spoke, confused.

“It means I switch what I identify as most days.” Lance explained. “Just so you know, I have a white necklace for non-binary, pink for female and blue for male. Obviously, I’m female today.”

Allura walked to Lance, hesitantly tracing her fingers over the necklace. “Oh! I have old dresses and other clothes that you could have, if you’d like”. Allura beamed.

Coran sauntered to Lance next. “My.. Lance? Well. Lance, I accept you for who you are. I’m proud of you for telling us.” Coran spoke, giving Lance a quick hug.

Lance’s eyes landed on Shiro, who had not yet stood.

She uncomfortably shifted. “Shiro, I hope you accept me and agree to use proper pronouns, even if you dont like it.”

“What?” Shiro squawked. “Oh, no! Nononono! Im just, surprised. Uh..” Shiro shifted.

“Well, Im trans, so it just surprised me that there’s another someone who identifies as a different gender than what they were born with.” He gave an awkward smile, finally standing and walking to Lance.

They hugged.

Yeah, maybe it was going to be okay.

—

#only ship here is klance #if you look #langst #kind of #pidge #hunk #shiro #lance #allura #coran #keith #genderfluid!lance #trans!shiro #acceptance #genderfluid #this prompt was so fun to write #part one is on my tumblr somewhere #shorter than most of my writing #pidge gunderson #lance mcclain #hunk garret #garett? #who cares #not me thats who #my writing

[klinejack]

hi divvy! i know you are MAD right now, so don't answer this until you feel like it, but when you're ready i'd love to hear your thoughts on music on the sabbath and yom kippur! i love hearing you talk about jewish things tbh.

first off i’m so sorry i didn’t answer this whole time. it’s not that i was so mad (that came and went) but i did need a little distance from thinking about it and then i thought why not wait and see how the rest of the holiday goes before replying.

secondly oh my goodness i can’t believe you love hearing me talk about anything XD but it feels really nice that you enjoy my random outbursts about religion. i get that it must be weird for people (especially ones who know me irl) that i have this whole aspect of me that doesn’t fit at all with the way i present myself/live my life (for the most part- except the people who only know that part of me, of course, my students/congregation members etc). i have such a weird dual personality when it comes to this but anyway that is a HUGE can of beans for maybe another time.

but anyway here’s a bottom line about me to help us in this discussion about music on shabbat (im just gonna call it shabbat from here on cuz “the sabbath” is so weird for me to write for some reason) and holidays:

my elementary school was a secular zionist/traditional jewish day school. this might sound completely ridiculous so i’ll break it down- it wasn’t an orthodox place (girls and boys did everything together, nobody had to dress or act a certain way because of religion, and it was basically non-denominational so… secular), but it was traditional in the sense that we did morning prayers every day from the traditional (i guess u could call it orthodox) prayerbook, we learned Torah every day and everything to do with jewish traditions/ritual practices, learned about Israel, jewish history, etc. we, of course, studied all of the secular subjects (including french) at the same time. at the time i also went to a jewish summer camp from age 6-12, but it was more traditional and pretty jewish/israel intensive. we also prayed every day, observed shabbat in the orthodox sense (no electricity, no “work”, special activities, lots of food and rest), and even had special events on certain days like tisha b’av (the fast day commemorating the destruction of the temple), and maccabiah games at the end of the summer (like color war/olympics, but we had to talk hebrew the whole time or we lost points XD). my favorite part of camp was an event called ma’apilim, where the counselors would wake us up in the middle of the night and the entire camp would run through this simulation of the experience of the holocaust refugees being smuggled into palestine in the mid-40s. i can describe that whole experience for you in detail if you want but maybe not right now since i’ve rambled so much already.

SUFFICE TO SAY i grew up in a seriously jewish environment, but not a religious home. as a teenager i went to a jewish high school, though not at all as religious, and became active in my synagogue youth group. OH also, when i was 9, my parents switched us over to the reconstructionist synagogue (from a conservative one) so my sisters and i could have a real bat mitzvah (in orthodox and conservative shuls girls aren’t allowed to read from the Torah like boys do). so thru high school i was very involved in jewishy things and my synagogue, and i got really attached to reading Torah and the prayer service in my synagogue. my reason for emphasis is because, as i’ve said, i’d been exposed to the traditional prayer service for most of my life, but praying in this shul has always been a completely different experience.

in school and in camp, despite the traditional service (and separation of boys and girls, in camp only), i was always able to sing out loud as much as i wanted. but, traditionally, prayer is lead by an individual- the cantor- and the congregation (and the rabbi) only “participates” out loud in certain parts. that’s how it is in most synagogues in montreal except the temple and mine. in my shul, we’ve never had a cantor, and the entire service is basically communally led. our rabbi was also very special. our leader for 40 years, he was a pioneer in the reconstructionist movement, creating his own prayer book (not new prayers, just his own translation and commentary and additions) and passover haggadah. he wasn’t a singer, but he had a musical soul and when he led prayers it just moved me every time. the tunes for the prayers were sometimes the same as the traditional melody, and sometimes not. it always took me awhile to get used to new melodies or songs he would introduce (i’m so inflexible, what a shock), but i would always eventually suck it up. for him. basically for 25+ years i got used to doing things a certain way in my shul. i also watched through the years as new people came and left, including my entire generation (moved away/got married/not interested in synagogue), until the whole makeup of my shul was essentially completely different. but we’ve always had a few core members that stuck around, and the melodies have always remained. i was always proud to carry it on.

so, a little about the reconstructionist movement and synagogues in montreal. reconstructionism began post-holocaust when the founder, mordechai kaplan, realized how difficult it was becoming for people to continue to have faith in  religion after such trauma. people couldn’t connect, or didn’t want to be involved at all anymore. so the movement began as a place for these people, to maintain a connection to judaism without feeling the pressure of having to believe in god or accept all of the traditional tenets of the religion. this isn’t the same as reform, by the way, which a lot of people think is the only other denomination of judaism besides orthodox/conservative. i don’t wanna give a lesson on denominations rn, but basically reconstructionism is all about adapting and shaping judaism so that it can fit into your life and inform your values without infringing on however else you choose to live. okay all of that just to get to this motherfuckingpoint:

playing music on shabbat/(certain) holidays is part of the laws of shabbat, codified by rabbis during the temple period as part of the Talmud. these laws, which are basically a breakdown of all the things you cannot or must do on shabbat, are what is considered oral Torah, just as binding as the laws in the written Torah from moses. they had to break it down because “on the 7th day you must rest” isn’t exactly specific, so how can you know if you break the law? there are 39 things that are listed as “work” which you cannot do on shabbat. the two main reasons for not playing an instrument on shabbat are: the instrument might break and you might be tempted to fix it (and in so doing, do one of the 39 acts), and the fact that instruments were played in the Temple, and we’re not supposed to be doing anything they did in the Temple until we’ve built the new one (hence no more sacrifices even tho almost the entire book of leviticus deals with the priestly ritual laws).

okay so those are the rules. now, for me personally. what’s my problem? i’m a member at a reconstructionist synagogue, not an orthodox one. i’m not a religious person. i don’t keep the laws of shabbat on a regular basis. what. is. my. problem?

maybe i should have mentioned, along with my heavily traditionally influenced childhood, there was also a point in my life where i did decide to keep all the rules. for about 5 years in my mid twenties i became completely zealous when it came to the laws of shabbat/holidays (maybe cuz i was trying to get my jewish teaching career off the ground idek). i walked 45 minutes each way to shul. i even walked clear across town on saturdays to get to the theatre in time to meet my mom for the ballet at 8pm after sunset. i made them turn off the microphones if i was going to be on the bimah (pulpit) in shul. i was a bit insane, but nobody was offended and neither was i, i just tried it out and eventually decided it wasn’t for me.

i guess what i’m trying to say is that my problem with music in synagogue comes from a few places: 1- my “traditional/religious” brain saying NO it’s just NOT ALLOWED, IT’S TOO MUCH. YOU BREAK SO MANY RULES AS IT IS, and i guess that’s harder to turn off than i would like 2- the shul i grew up in and love was one where our collective voices were the instrument, and that alone has had a huge impact on my spiritual growth. i don’t like being drowned out (my own and other’s voices) when i’m praying. 3- while my rabbi occasionally would whip out the guitar, this new rabbi has it out every single shabbat. to me, prayer and ritual worship are not a performance. when i see someone on a “stage”- in this case the bimah- with an instrument, i’m in the mind frame of a concert, and all of my attention is focused on the musician. i just can’t pray like that. when i lived in nyc i worked at this huge reform synagogue that had like 5 rabbis and 3 cantors and every friday night service was like a broadway spectacle with a full orchestra and choir and what not. it was beautiful, but i couldn’t concentrate on the praying. i don’t know how many people could. i understand that for most people music in itself is a spiritual experience, and that makes complete sense, but for me, my spiritual experience in synagogue is hearing voices in prayer.

i just realized i didn’t talk about yom kippur specifically. yk is one of the only times of the year that most jews in the world decide to do the exact same thing (the other is passover). jews who eat bacon every morning and work all day on saturday will put their lives aside and fast. most will even be in synagogue for kol nidre (the night before) or neilah (the night of), depending on your ethnic background (for ashkenazis the former is most important, for sephardim the latter). the main part of the kol nidre service (which is the beginning of yk), is the kol nidre prayer itself, which is supposed to be chanted 3 times, starting off soft and each time getting progressively louder. as a child i led the kol nidre service once in the conservative shul where we went, and it was unbelievable i’ll never forget it, so i’ve always had a special connection to this prayer and melody. in my current shul we’ve always had a choir, and a cantor, for the occasion, much like many traditional congregations do. i’ve never really liked it because i can’t sing aloud all three times, and therefore don’t feel the same connection to the prayer, but i dealt with it. bringing in an orchestra was just kinda a last straw i guess? i didn’t want to have to deal with all of that negative bitterness as i’m trying to ask god to nullify my vows so i can be clean again.

oy gevalt. this was an essay, and not a well thought out one at that. sorry :// my main point is, basically, that for me music on shabbat is complicated, and it’s not just about the law, because clearly i’m not a “follow every law” kinda person. i don’t feel like i fit into any particular jewish mold, thanks to my upbringing, and i can’t really connect to any of the denominations, so i pick and choose what’s meaningful to me. luckily i stuffed a lot of information into my brain (thank you mcgill jewish studies), and i feel more comfortable doing so than i might have in my youth because i actually know and understand my options. maybe i’m not the best jew i can be, but i’m trying to be the best divvy. :)

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