#she likes twice too... makes me want to keep an eye out for twice concerts and see if she wants to go lol

[wonysugar]

Sana spotting reader in the crowd at the concert and keeps looking at her the whole show, then tells her manger to bring you backstage after the show and she ends up taking you back to her hotel room…smut of course. Thank you!

tags : belittling, humiliation, spanking (or just plain degradation if you’d like), sana has a strap, smut with plot!

content warning : smut! that’s..it lol

pairing : fan!femreader x sana minatozaki

word count : 2k

a/n : thank you so much for requesting, sana’s my bias so i had a super fun time writing this!!<3 also I’M SO SORRY FOR KEEPING YOU WAITING!! i hope the wait is worth it!

there you were, standing in line for the twice tour concert happening in your city, you would’ve came with a friend, but nobody in your circle really likes kpop the way you do.

plus, you didn’t want anyone you knew to see you fangirling over a girl group who doesn’t even know you exist which would get significantly worse when sana comes on stage.

you brought your twice lightstick and a silly little sign that reads “sana please kiss me i need you badly”, this was a one in a lifetime opportunity, you needed to confess your undying love to your soulmate if given the chance! listening to your own thoughts playback in your mind, you giggled at your delusions. god, you’re hilarious.

before you knew it, the line progressed and you were finally sat for the concert. fanchants ready to be yelled out, lightstick set up. oh you were so ready. plus, you got front seats too, so you were even more hyped.

then, they appeared. suddenly, everybody just lost their shit you included and started screaming for their bias. song after song, dancebreak after dancebreak, the crowd was going absolutely wild. while yes, you were enjoying the performance as a whole, but you just couldn’t stop staring at your favorite member. and surprisingly, she stared back most of the time! smiling at you and winking as she sang, just basically fueling all of your delusions. the rush of it all gave you the confidence you needed to do this.

you waited until she looked at you again and just held the sign up, you didn’t give a single fuck about the people behind you, they didn’t matter! you needed to make sana remember you by something, even if it was lowkey embarrassing!

she took a few moments to read it, squinting her eyes, then.. giggled??

oh she wants you badly!! is what you told yourself because you and facing reality are not a good match! she took the sign from your hands and showed it off to the other members, earning a bunch of laughs and giggles from them, followed by some talking.

oh nevermind, she’s most likely making fun of you.

embarrassed, you started looking around, pretending you didn’t know what was going on as if everyone didn’t just see that she grabbed the sign from you. but then, you spotted her writing something on it with a sharpie. intrigued, you watched her as she finished up writing. she jogged over to you and handed you back your sign as she winked at you. you smiled nervously and muttered a confused ‘thank you’ before your eyes darted at the writing.

your eyes widened, both in confusion and very pleasant surprise.

‘stay here after the concert, a manager will come get you ;)’

oh my god.

-

the final song finished and everybody cheered loudly for the last time. you had a great time, but you just couldn’t stop looking at your sign, reminiscing about what she was planning. was she trying to get you arrested? why would she wink though.. maybe she winked just so you would stay and THEN she’d get you arrested???

your mind ran wild as you quickly reached for the exit of the arena, trying not to get caught by whoever was out to get you, but before you could, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

fuck.

“excuse me, ms. minatozaki is requesting to see you, i believe.”

trying not to hide your defeat and fear of what could possibly happen, you nodded. “yup. lead the way!” you said, over enthusiastically. he motioned for you to follow him and he took you backstage, where, surprisingly, no other members were present. just her. you unintentionally gulp as the staff leaves you two alone.

god she’s literally staring you down. you would’ve been excited about being so close to her in person but the situation right now was kinda preventing that, you fidgeted with your hands. right as she was about to speak,

“are you gonna get me arrested? look, it was a silly little joke i had no intentions of making you uncomfortable and i’m honestly really sorry if i di-“

“relax, baby” she interrupted, “i found it endearing. i mean, it’s not like you’re a creepy old man, are you?” she slightly tilted her head as she asked the question.

you hesitantly shook your head. wait, did she just call you baby?? you felt that you could just die right then and there.

“so, why are you panicking? if i was trying to get you arrested, i wouldn’t be smiling and winking at you all show, would i now, cutie?”

your jaw slightly dropped at the amount of pet names that she just kept casually throwing around. does she not know what that can do to someone who’s like. infatuated with her??

“no, you wouldn’t, i don’t think.” you stuttered out. she giggled at you, eyeing you down, her gaze ending up on every single part of your body.

“are you free tonight?” she asked you, an innocent smile plastered on her face.

-

quite frankly, you were originally planning to go home right after concert, lay on your bed and watch tiktoks for like 5 hours straight but… let’s just say making out with the sana minatozaki on her hotel room’s bed was significantly better than that.

she unfortunately pulled away from you and looked into your eyes as she slightly panted, “what are you into, baby?” she asked you.

not knowing what to respond, you looked around nervously, still not over the fact that you’re about to fuck an idol?? your favorite one, at that. was this even allowed???

“uhm.” you finally responded, “i don’t know.. girls?” you awkwardly chuckled.

fuck, maybe being funny wasn’t the best approach, she looked like she was genuinely asking. you could tell from the drop of her expression that she was getting impatient, she subtly sighed, almost pulling away from you.

which…. you always found it kind of sexy when she got frustrated at her other members, or something of the sorts.

biting back a shy smile, you kept staring at her. then, as if something in her mind clicked, something in her eyes sparkled and she smirked.

“oh… i see where this is going.” she playfully smirked, getting closer to you again as if she could feel your face growing hotter by the second. “you’re into people treating you like garbage, aren’t you?”

you hesitated, but you ended up silently nodding. was she psychic??

“oh how cute. so if i were to fuck you roughly as i called you names, you’d like that, hm?”

you froze, then turned your head to look at anything that wasn’t her face. god that sounded so hot.

“answer, you bitch.” she grabbed you by the jaw and made you look at her, her eyes piercing through you. you swore that you could’ve came right then and there, but you obviously had and wanted to keep this going.

“y-yes sana, i’d like that. alot.” you squirmed under her, her eyes still not leaving yours. she scoffed.

“i knew you were a complete slut as soon as i saw you.” she kissed your neck, earning a relieved sigh from you as she unbuttons your shirt. “also,” she added,

“it’s ms. sana, got it?”

-

next thing you knew, she was violently dicking you down from behind with her strap. wait, why did she even bring it along with her on tour? whatever, that didn’t even matter right now, what mattered was that your twice bias was literally inside you and that you felt like you could squirt just from that. an exaggeration, but she was just that good at fucking you.

“fuckfuckfuck sana right there..” you moaned out, throwing your head down on the pillow before you stammered nervously, “i-i mean, ms. sana!”

in response, “aren’t you a cute thing. this is the fourth time you’ve made that mistake. does it feel that good?” you heard her giggle. okay, she didn’t sound mad, but you still needed to be careful next ti-

before you could even finish that thought, though, you felt her hand smack one of your cheeks with full force, making you flinch and unintentionally whimper at the impact. fuck, that hurt.

“apologize.” she coldly ordered you, her pace getting faster by the second, causing you to lose your breath. recollecting your thoughts, you let out a nervous “i’m s-sorry ms. sana fuck i’m sorry..”

“god.. look at you. ass up for a girl you barely even fucking know.” she hummed, clearly amused by all of this, amused by how easily you gave in. she gently scratched and pet your head as she would a dog, still roughly pounding you from the back. “are you stupid or just a horny bitch?” she mockingly giggles.

“that’s just what you are, isn’t it? a little bitch in heat. hm?”

if her purpose was to fill you with shame, then it was very much working. you felt humiliated. when you really thought about it like that, you are literally letting a stranger fuck you. not only that, but you went to her hotel room. maybe she was right, maybe you are just a whore.

“come on baby, say it. admit how much of a slut you are.” she pulled on your hair, forcing you to hold yourself up. you whimpered and moaned loudly at the sensations, trying your hardest to form a correct sentence, “yes ms. sana i’m a s-slut! fuckfuck i’m a slut for you p-pleaseee fuck me harder..”

your dignity and self-respect now long gone, your only priority was cumming. she probably caught onto that quickly, though, since she immediately started changing her pace, going at a much slower speed, much to your despair. you whined. “such a good bitch for mommy. are you getting close?” she asked.

mommy?? oh this woman wanted you dead. her words and the noises coming out of her contributing in making it harder for you to keep your composure. god you were a mess, being undone like this, being used like this, being at someone’s mercy, sana’s mercy. it turned you on so much.

moaning out consecutive mhms in response to sana’s question, she hummed, grabbing your waist. then, unexpectedly, she rams into you, her strap fucking in and out of you, covered in your slick. “then we’ll cum together, okay?” she orders, panting. you eagerly nod, head pressed into the pillow.

you feel your orgasm building up, your noises getting higher and louder. she quickly started shamelessly moaning louder too, good girls and just like thats escaping her mouth.

it didn’t take long before her breathing stopped for a moment, pulling on your hair with such a force. she moaned out your name, and that’s when your own mind blanked. that feeling in your lower stomach was now replaced with complete euphoria, and it was amplified by the fact that you knew it was caused by sana. you didn’t care about how loud you were being, you didn’t care about the people next door, you wanted them to know who was making you feel this good.

as you both came down from your high, you felt her pull out. it took you some time to actually sit up, but your legs weren’t exactly in the best state right now.

“do you do this to every fan you meet?” you ask her, laying down on your side, sounding kinda muffled due to your head still being in the pillow.

“hm, no. i’ve never done this before. i guess it was something about you.” she said, smiling as she was tying her hair and then eventually taking the strap off of her, setting it down on the nightstand.

then, you remembered your so called delusions. maybe they weren’t entirely delusions after all!

-

you took your bag, all dressed up and ready to leave the hotel room, she on the other hand, stayed naked, because that’s apparently how she sleeps. you say your goodbyes very obviously eyeing her bare body and head to leave, but she stops you.

“here’s my number, i’ll text you and eventually let you know when we come back here.” she winks at you, then sends you on your way.

well! getting dicked down by sana minatozaki wasn’t exactly on your bucket list this year, but it was certainly very welcomed, considering you went back home giggling to yourself and did your own thing when you arrived home, still thinking about all of it..

from now on, you could never allow yourself to miss the upcoming tours.

#sana minatozaki #twice smut #kpop smut #kpop gg #female reader #smut #sana x reader #sana x female reader #sana minatozaki x female reader #twice sana #twice

[mechaknight-98]

Force of Will (NSFW) Ft: Chaeyoung *Twice

Authors note: congrats to twice for another successful string of concerts I hope they can rest and pursue whatever endeavors fill their hearts.

Part I kinda

The baby tiger of twice was acting less like the timid baby of twice and more like the proud monarch of the jungle as she bounced on your cock, hours after finishing a grueling flight. After another string of insanely successful concerts. As tiring as the concerts were they always left her violently charged with sexual energy.

Something about being adored by thousands set her off. Typically it wasn't a problem because usually she had you at her disposal to keep that energy in check, but with you working on an intense case these last few days had you stuck and busy.

Chae understood of course you were both young professionals who took their craft seriously and moved with exceptional care. It is what attracted her to you at the start of your relationship.

So Chaeyoung held all of the virulent horniness inside herself until she got home and found you sleeping. She bit her lip. She should let you sleep honestly but her body raged against her as her lust overcame her. She reaches into your sweatpants past your underwear and begins to stroke your already hard cock. She smiles. Even off in another world, your body was always ready for her. A testament not only to the compassion you had for her but your sexual compatibility with each other. You begin to rouse as the dream you are in becomes too sexually charged and wakes up to Chae’s face. She smiles at you but it’s not cute it is the look of raw sexual tension and hunger.

“Morning Tiger.” You say dazed and confused. You attempt to look at the clock but Chose jerks your head so you're still facing her. Chaeyoubg then forgoes a greeting and goes straight to kissing you. Her extensions fall along the sides of your face as she continues stroking you. As usual, her lips taste like strawberries. Or at least that's what your addled brain currently is perceiving. She breaks the kiss to take off her skirt, safety shorts, and underwear.

“ I have missed you so much.” Chaeyoung cooed. Her body vibrated with sexual anxiety as she began to fully undress, “the tour was so stressful and I need relief. Can you give me relief?” as Chaeyoung spoke her eyes widened with each word hoping that her seduction would be enough to rouse you from the haze of fatigue. You stand up now shaking off the dust in your mind as Chaeyoung falls onto the bed. She smiles at you with lustful glee.

“Where do you//” you begin but in her almost feverish lust Chaeyoung cuts you off

“Stuff my pussy with cum till I can't walk anymore.” you nod. You look over to your clock to make sure that tomorrow isn't the day you're meeting with clients. After verifying you flip Chae over and plunge into her sodden pussy. Chae screams as you fill her. Her mind blanks for a moment before she can speak again. You begin to thrust. She is so much tighter than usual. Chaeyoung moans and speaks out in a lusty haze. “Oh god, I missed this dick. I want to ride it every fucking night.” Chaeyoung moaned. As she speaks you increase your pace of filling her driving her crazy. You watch as her tight little ass begins to jiggle with each thrust and an idea pops in your head. You pull Chaeyoung’s hair. She jolts up to you as her body arches into yours.

“You're such a slut, Chae. Stroking me off while I'm sleeping.” Chaeyoung's pussy tightens at your words,

“I'm a slut only for you honey.” Chaeyoung moans as you continue to thrust into her. You feel her getting closer to release and decide to help her get there. You put your hands over both her nipples then you lean to her right ear, “cum for me tiger.” you whisper seductively as you twist her nipples. Chaeyoung screams from the pleasure raking her petite body. Her orgasm is like an eruption from her as squirt and profanities ooze from her two major holes. You continue to thrust her as she cums unrelenting. You watch as she starts to black out from the pleasure until she passes out on the bed. You smile and spoon her.

“Goodnight Tiger,” you say as you fall asleep again.

Chaeyoung wakes earlier than you do, however, and she “takes advantage” When she wakes up she feels your still hard cock poking her. She remembered that you were supposed to fill her. So hopping on while you sleep should be fine. Right. Chaeyoung flips you on your back before mounting you. Her movements force you awake as she reassures you.

“It's okay honey. Your tiger just needs her milk,” she says eyes full of unfettered passion. As she rides you her walls clamp down in ways you are not used to. “Just let go, baby. Cum for me.” Chaeyoubg hums repeatedly as she transitions from riding to bouncing on your cock. Chae begins to lose herself to the pleasure again and forgets about you filling her and decides to use you some more for her pleasure

“Play with my nipples again baby.” Your tiger demands so you comply, with a languid pace, you run your hands from her waist to her breasts. As you do so she moans intensely “Oh god baby yes.” she says as her pussy clamps down on you further you cry out as you fondle her sensitive nipples as she cums again. You let her flow through her orgasm as she continues to bounce on top of you riding out the rest of her high. As she falls onto your chest she whispers those magic words

“Use me, baby,” she says. All of your service pays off as you begin thrusting again her pussy is an overstimulated mess as you thrust in and out. Your tiger's tired whimpers spur you on as you chase your finish.

“Yeah fuck me harder. Just like that.” chaeyoung smiled her voice so blissed out and pushed you over the edge as you unleashed into her. Unsatisfied you keep pounding into her as your balls expel all the cum they had been storing. Chaeyoung groans as she hits another high. Which extends yours. When the two of you finally both calm down. Chae looks at you with happy eyes.

“I did miss you, babe.” Chaeyoung says “Not just your dick.” she said as she idly began stroking you again. Not to get you going she just liked to play with it.

“I can see,” you say content. “How was the concert?” you ask

“Oh, they went great. You were right Once love the new songs, plus We got to do Hello again and I love that song.” your tiger said happy

“It's my favorite as well,” you reply. Chae Young's face soured before asking

“I guess you have to get ready for work now?

“No. Well, not anymore. I finished the case yesterday and am taking a few days off as of now.” you answer looking at the clock. Chaeyoung grins mischievously before saying

“Oh, then we have plenty of time then.”

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #male reader #twice fanfic #twice smut #chaeyoung twice #chaeyoung smut

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Princess & The Playboy (Part 1)

Summary: After one of the reader's last concerts of the year, she unexpectedly runs into notorious playboy Dean Winchester, quarterback of the LA Wolves. Only Dean's a big fan and he seems to want more than just a photo if given the chance...

Masterlist

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping

A/N: I promise there'll be more Dean and reader interacting in person next part! Needed to set the scene with this!

_________

You groaned the second you were alone. You’d survived the summer tour but you were exhausted. All you wanted was a greasy hamburger, chicken nuggets, and to sleep for a month. After changing into a pair of joggers and oversized hoodie, you texted your bodyguard Eric, telling him you wanted to get out of there quietly. He knocked twice on your dressing room door before entering with a smile.

“Great show tonight,” he said. You rolled your eyes, Eric grabbing your backpack for you. 

“Like you pay attention to anything besides harassing the security team,” you said, resting your forehead against his strong chest. “I never want to tour again. I’m so tired.”

“You’re just cranky cause you’re hungry and need sleep,” he said rubbing your back. “You only have two more shows this year and then we can sit on the couch eating cookies and binging divorce court.”

“This is why I keep you around, buddy,” you laughed, taking a deep breathe before looking up. “Speaking of food-“

“Let’s get you out of here and full of some chicken nuggies.”

“Back in five,” you said to Eric thirty minutes later, your wallet in hand and panic button in your pocket. He let you go out without it sometimes but not after a show and especially not when you were in the press so much lately. 

It was nearly midnight as you walked into the nearly empty McDonald’s, a guy in a hoodie at the counter with his back to you. 

“Hi,” you said, stepping up to the other register. “Can I get a quarter pounder with cheese, a medium fry and a twenty piece chicken nugget with barbecue sauce? Oh and a bottle of water.”

You paid, the girl behind the counter staring at you like she recognized you but was too nervous to say anything.

“Holy shit,” said a male voice. You glanced left, the man in the hoodie pushing it down to reveal him in a black baseball cap. He was incredibly handsome and had such pretty green eyes. Something seemed vaguely familiar about him but you couldn’t place it. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N…and apparently you eat like a linebacker.”

“Dance on stage for three hours every night and you would too,” you said, the man humming.

“Do you mind if I get a pic?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you said, the man handing his phone to the girl behind the counter who eagerly took a few. He was practically giddy when he got his phone back, a bag of food coming out for him.

“Thanks for indulging me,” he said. You noticed a few strands of confetti on top of his hat and smiled. He must have been at the concert. He almost walked away and out the door when he spun around, parting his lips. “Can I give you my number?”

“Sure,” you said again. It was much safer to just take the number and hand it off to Eric to do a background check on the person than try a rejection. The man scribbled it down on the back of your receipt, your cashier now acting as his wing woman and making sure he had a pen.

“I uh, hope to hear from you soon,” he said, flashing you a wink before leaving. You eased when he was gone, the girl at the counter handing you your bag of food after a moment. 

“He’s so hot, isn’t he?” she said, your eyebrows raising. Not the reaction you were expecting from her.

“Mhm. Thanks for the food. Have a good night,” you said, quickly leaving. You ducked outside, Eric waiting in the backseat for you. 

“Any trouble?” he asked, nodding to the man farther down the parking lot, slipping into a large SUV.

“Just a fan,” you said, handing him the paper with the guys number. He gave you a side eye as he took it from your fingers. “He was harmless.”

“I’ll check it out to be sure,” he grumbled, stealing a fry from your bag. “Did you get me-“

“Yes I got you your nuggets,” you said, Eric relaxing back into his seat. Your driver headed for home and in twenty minutes you were on your couch chowing down. Eric was at the kitchen counter, lazily scrolling through his phone, probably grateful that you were secure in the house for the night.

You watch his eyes go wide, gaze shooting to you.

“I swear I didn’t do anything.” You kept eating your burger, Eric silently watching you. “Dude, you’re freaking me out.”

“That fan from McDonald’s posted the pic of you,” he said. You rolled your eyes and got up, sulking over to him.

“Oh tell me he’s not some whack job.”

“He’s Dean Winchester,” he said, showing his phone to you. You shrugged, walking back to the couch. “Dean Winchester? NFL quarterback? Three time Super Bowl winner?”

You stared at him, Eric groaning. 

“He’s the quarterback for the LA Wolves…he went to Kansas State the same time you did, Y/N. You probably went to his football games.” He rolled his eyes at you. “How do you not realize you’re taking a picture with a sports legend?”

“I must have missed it with all my free time over the past dozen years with all the touring and ten albums and other shit in my life. And frankly you’re the one that told me it doesn’t matter who it is, I need to be careful of everyone, whether they’re famous or not.” He sighed, putting his phone away.

“Alright, I get your point,” he said, returning to eating. “Dude’s kind of a player anyways it seems like. Nice guy but I know you’re more the sensitive guy type.”

“Emotionally available,” you corrected, plopping down on the couch once more. “Why would you think he’s into me anyways? Plenty of people are fans without wanting to get in my pants.”

“Well, it’s Dean Winchester so he definitely wants in your pants,” he joked. “Also the caption, genius.” 

You quirked your eyebrow, Eric tossing his phone over to you. You pouted when you went back to the post, actually reading it this time.

DWinchester67 Y/N Y/L/N Saturday Night Concert at the Wolves stadium. AMAZING TIME with the crew. Worth getting ragged on by the boys all week for taking them to the show just to see them belt their hearts out to #FinishLine (video soon)

Then had the awesome luck to snag a pic with Y/N grabbing a midnight snack. I was dying on the inside at meeting my crush. Sorry for being awkward when you were trying to get your grub on. Next time it’s on me ;)

Your eyes met Eric’s when you finished, his chicken nuggets nearly gone. 

“Yeah, like no reason he’s into you, right?” smirked Eric. You grumbled, returning to your late night dinner. “I’ll background check that number in the morning.”

“He’s a player that wants to have sex. Don’t bother with the background work. He’s harmless.”

“As you wish, princess,” he said with a little bow, earning himself being hit in the face with your balled up burger wrapper. “The abuse I put up with. Tsk tsk.”

“Yeah, yeah. Tell that to your generous benefits package,” you said, Eric chuckling as he double checked the back doors were locked one last time. “Eric…”

“Mhm,” he hummed, ruffling your head gently as he walked past the back of the couch. “See you in the morning, kiddo.”

“Night. Oh!” you said, sitting up on your knees on the couch, Eric throwing his head back. “It’s nothing bad! Just…can you ban everyone from the house until ten? I really want to sleep in and try to catch up.”

“You want me to fend off your team? After Dean Winchester posted that? What do I get out of this?” he teased, crossing his arms. You batted your eyes, jutting out your lip. “You got to do better than that.”

“I’ll buy you box seats to an LA Wolves game of your choice?” He looked blank faced which meant he was really tempted to take the offer. But Eric didn’t like extravagant gifts from you for doing his job. He already said his paycheck was more than enough and he barely accepted the Christmas and birthday presents you’d get for him.

You held up a finger, Eric calculating the move.

“Give me one good reason for not accepting.”

“First off, it’s too much. Second, I’m your primary protection agent and need to be available-”

“Please Eric? They’re going to be vultures in the morning with that whole post and you haven’t had a day off in six months. You’re as exhausted as I am. I’m asking as your friend, not your boss.” He grumbled, shaking his head. “Is that a yes?”

“It means I’ll think about it and I’ll see you in the morning,” he said. “We’re going to watch football all day. I’ll teach you all about it.”

You growled, Eric snickering the whole way out.

Dean POV

The first game of the season was always a good one. The team was healthy. We had home field advantage for once. 

And I really enjoyed the hell out of playing football in a packed stadium. It wasn’t an ego thing like for some people. No, I loved putting on a show and entertaining people for a few hours a week, give them a fun escape before they had to return to the reality of their lives.

That’s what football had always been to me and I knew for most fans, it gave them that same sense of belonging.

And women tended to really like seeing a bunch of muscular men run around in tight pants.

“Winchester, surprised you’re here,” said Michael. I glanced over my shoulder in the locker room, a big smirk on his face. “I thought you’d be in the burn unit with how hard you crashed and burned with Y/N Y/L/N last night.”

I rolled my eyes at the taunts of the room, ignoring them as they riffed on me for a good ten minutes. When Benny walked in though they finally calmed down, Ben taking a seat in his cubby beside me.

“Let me have it,” I sighed. Benny leaned in close, covering his mouth from the rest of the room.

“If you really want that girl to go out with you, you got to do more than make an insta post. She’s classy. She’s not going to fawn over you like every dipshit you’ve dated because you’re good looking. So you better impress her.” He gave me one last look before reaching down to his duffel and pulling out his cleats.

He had a point. Y/N had never cared for cocky flirts. I could remember her in college, always spending time at parties with the shy academic guys that chatted her ear off about music theory and english papers. I swear the only time she gave a single jock attention was when she’d grab a guitar in the late hours of the night and sing a song none of us had heard before. She could stop a group of drunken college students in their tracks with a single note. Nowadays her music was all pop but back then, just her and a guitar…I’d have sworn an angel fell out of the sky straight in front of me.

No woman had made my heart swell up with comfort and longing the way she had the night I laid eyes on her for the first time. 

The years had done little to diminish a teenage boy’s crush. If anything, seeing her last night, getting to talk to her for even a brief moment, made my insides burn hotter than before. Maybe it was only a crush, an infatuation with a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful voice.

I felt Benny’s stare on me as I lazily watched my feet before me.

“You’re still in love with her.” He said it as a statement so I didn’t respond. I’d never claimed such a thing despite Benny insisting on it back in college. But he’d always been good at sensing those kinds of things.

Or at least he wasn’t afraid to say it out loud.

“I talked to her in english lit once, about you.” My head snapped up, eyes wide as he was now down to his boxer briefs, tugging up his pants. “She heard what happened to Sam.”

“Why are you bringing up Sam?” I whispered, giving him a hard glare. Benny smiled, curious since he knew not to bring him up unless I did. “Half the school offered their condolences. Of course she-”

“She didn’t. She offered…hope. Apparently her little brother went missing once too.” I turned my head away. 

“Everyone who knows anything about Y/N Y/L/N heard that story. Congrats. We both have little brothers that were kidnapped and never heard from again. Fucking awesome we can share that trauma,” I spit out. Benny leaned in close, gripping my shoulder.

“She wrote a song for her brother. Finish Line. She showed it to me long before she got famous. Look up who it’s fucking dedicated to and maybe realize there is a deeper reason why you fell in love at first sight with that girl. I have a feeling she’s the only girl in the world that could get you and you knew it long before your head did.”

I was seething, storming out of the locker room and into a trainers room next door, quickly shutting the door behind me. What the fuck was Benny thinking bringing Sam up right before a game? I could handle thinking about a girl but Sam?

I angrily typed Finish Line dedication into google, freezing at the short paragraph that appeared as the top result.

Chart topper Finish Line by Y/N Y/L/N was notoriously written by Y/L/N in her senior year of highschool after the disappearance of her younger brother, Max. Max is presumed to have been abducted while walking home from a friends house. The music video of Finish Line states the song is “For Max & Sam” although Y/L/N has never stated who Sam is. Fans theorize “Sam” is a representation of all abduction victims however…

I immediately tapped on the youtube video of the song, scrolling all the way to the end, bottom lip wobbling as I read the stark white letters against the black background.

She never gave me the time of day back then yet she knew who I was, what it felt like to have a piece of you go missing and you couldn’t do anything about it. She put my baby brother in a song for her baby brother and we weren’t even friends.

I swallowed thickly, forcing myself to calm down. 

“Sammy,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Is this a sign or something? Is she as fucked up as I am and the world doesn’t know it? Is that why she’s never been seen with a boyfriend her whole career? Did she shy away from connections when I buried myself in meaningless ones? Are we both so screwed up on the biggest stage in the world and that’s why I still feel breathless when I see her? Tell me I’m not crazy, Sammy. Tell me there’s a reason I’m still head over heels for this girl.”

I slowly opened my eyelids, staring at coach who was staring back at me on the other side of the room by the far entrance. I quickly cleared my throat and turned to leave, coach’s whistle stopping me in my tracks.

“I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about son, but my advice as someone who’s been married longer than you’ve been alive…you know when you fall in love. That’s the easy part. Admitting it and trying to get the balls to say it to her face is the harder part.”

“Sir, she doesn’t even know I exist. Or barely knows I do,” I said quietly. “I should-”

“Your little brother, god rest his soul, wants you to be happy, Winchester. So shoot your shot with this girl so you can stop having an existential crisis before my home opener, got it?” I glanced over my shoulder, coach’s face surprisingly soft for how close we were to game time. “She must be special to tame you.”

“She had me the whole time. The rest were me trying to forget.” He nodded, picking up his playbook again.

“Then go get this girl so you have your answer,” he said. “And stay out of my training room before games. Only place they can’t find me.”

“Yes sir.” I ducked back into the locker room, Benny gave me a raised eyebrow, silently asking if I was okay. I nodded and sat down to tie up my shoes, an idea sparking in my mind before I opened instagram. “Ben, take a picture of me.”

“Good god,” groaned Michael from my other side. “Like your insta doesn’t have enough shirtless selfies.”

He snagged my phone out of my hands, sighing as he took a photo of me smirking in my cubby.

“I regret being your friend,” he said, handing it back to me while Benny chuckled. 

“Same, Michael,” I smiled back before I was on insta and typing furiously. I posted before I could stop myself, Benny and Michael sharing a look and immediately going to their own phones. But they weren’t fast enough apparently.

“Winchester are you serious?” shouted Gabe from across the room, the whole team looking at their phones now.

“Yup,” I said, standing and tugging on my under armor v-neck, my shoulder pads and then my jersey. 

“You can’t force a girl to go out with you!” he shouted. 

“I’m not forcing. I’m offering a donation to her charity if she does feel inclined to go out with me,” I said with a shrug. Benny grabbed my shoulders, looking at me like I was crazy.

“Five million dollars? That’s not what I mean when I said impress her you idiot!” he said.

“That’s what the picture was for,” I said with a wink, my phone already buzzing non-stop at the incoming flood of texts and calls. “You think she’ll take me up on my offer?”

“This fucker’s really about to get a fucking date with Y/N Y/L/N through a fucking bribe,” said Michael, shaking his head. “Dude, you’re crushing so hard it’s in psycho territory.”

“One date is all I want,” I said, smiling when coach walked in, rolling his eyes at me. “Come on boys, time to focus on the game!”

Y/N POV

I was currently hiding in my bedroom, reading a book on Sunday evening, Eric doing his best to get my agent and manager and PR head out of the house without force. As expected, they’d reemed my ass out for not capitalizing on the Dean Winchester picture in the moment but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about hanging out with pretty fuck boys for publicity’s sake.

But I had followed him on my private account no one knew about. It’d taken a moment but I remembered who Dean Winchester was in our college days. He was flirty back then I remembered. And a good football player I guess. But I just remembered what happened in the spring semester, how the whole campus knew his pain before he had a chance to even process it.

My heart ached for a boy I’d said nothing more than a passing hello to at parties. 

I still felt that ache whenever I sang Finish Line. I’d never realized Dean went on to his own version of fame all those years ago. But I knew the hurt still existed in his heart. There was no healing it but some part of me wished I could soothe it for a moment. I forgot in the music sometimes. Maybe he could do the same when he played his games.

Maybe I really should have talked to him last night.

My phone buzzed and I saw a new post, this one of him making my jaw drop. “Hot damn you are good looking, Winchester.”

Then I shrieked when I looked at the caption.

DWinchester67 Hey @Y/NY/L/N it was fun running into you last night. How about you take me up on my offer and let me buy dinner for our first date? 

Oh and to sweeten the deal, I’ll donate five million dollars to your charity if you say yes (plus another million for each touchdown I throw tonight, those are freebies for ya). 

You got my number so waiting on you sweetheart. ;)

Eric was in the room before I could raise my head, eyes darting around the room before he determined there was no threat. 

“Jesus, girl. I swear if you saw a bug-”

“Dean Winchester asked me out. Publicly.” Eric narrowed his eyes as he tucked his gun back into the holster. 

“Okay…you made it clear to the team today you don’t want anything to do with a publicity stunt. What’s the problem?” You tossed the phone to the end of the bed, Eric sitting on the bench at the bottom to pick it up. He did a double take, eyes skirting to meet yours. “I’m doing a full background check on this man. He either really wants in your pants, to profit off you or he’s obsessive. To be honest, I don’t like any of those options.”

“Me either but five million dollars to the charity? Plus more? That could help kids, Eric. We could find a safe way to do this, right?” He pursed his lips, nodding once.

“One date at a place of my choosing. My team will be there in the background and I’m going to talk to this boy and let him know all of the ways I can kill him if he tries anything.” You smiled, Eric handing the phone back. 

“You’d kill your favorite football player for me. You’re too sweet Eric,” you chuckled. He stood up, adjusting his sports blazer.

“You know why I stuck with you when my agency assigned me to the Princess?” he asked, a dry laugh leaving his lips. “You always listened to me. You didn’t always agree but you listened and we could have conversations. We could have conversations about safety without you acting like a brat or me like an asshole. You respected me and that earned you loyalty all these years later.”

You stared your hands in your lap. “My parents lost one child. I don’t want them to lose another.”

You were surprised to find him come closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, turning to face you. He tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling softly. 

“Don’t lose hope now, kiddo. I’ve always admired that about you.” You looked away, Eric stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Someday we’ll find the truth. I promise.”

“My mom wishes it were me,” you said, shaking your head. “If I didn’t make my parents so much money I’d think they’d be plenty happy to let some crazy fan take me away forever. All because I was five minutes late to pick up Max and he decided to walk home.”

“Hey!” Eric gripped your shoulders hard, hard enough that you felt the strength of his hands down in your bones. He was always so gentle you with guiding touches here and there you often forgot he was as deadly with his hands as he was a weapon. 

You met his gaze, Eric sighing.

“That is not true and you know it.” His stern expression softened when you shook your head.

“She told me the day we had a funeral for him Max should have been there and I should have been the one missing. So I know, Eric.” He pulled you into a hug, letting you squeeze him tight.

“I know she did,” he whispered, your chin resting on his shoulder. “She has so many regrets from that time and knows what she said broke something with the two of you. But I have had countless conversations with them over the years. I know you trust me so trust me when I say, you are their world and it would destroy them to lose you. She always asks me if you’re happy because she says you put on your fake smile for her. She doesn’t blame you one bit for it.”

“I hate when you have points,” you said, closing your eyes, getting another squeeze from him. 

“Happy to help my buddy. So you don’t give up on Max yet, alright? Everyone else has. If he’s out there, he needs you to keep going for him.”

“No wonder your team adores you. Soft cuddly bear under all the threats of violence aren’t you?”

“It’s how I land so many chicks,” he chuckled. He kissed your temple and stood, cracking his back. “Respond back yes if you want to. Let me look into this Dean Winchester before you agree to anything else though.”

You hummed, clearing your throat when Eric was in the doorframe. “I-I do remember one thing about Dean in college. He had a younger brother Sam that went missing too. Never found him.”

Eric kept his back to you for a beat, nodding once. 

“Do you think Dean is a bad guy?”

“Gut check says no. Probably just wants a hookup,” he said before stepping out and pulling the door shut fast behind him. “Rowan, I swear to god you bother this girl tonight and I’ll shove my glock up your ass.”

“He asked her out! I need to talk to her!” he yelled back on the other side of the door. You sighed and put on your noise canceling headphones before going to instagram and tapping on his post. 

Y/NY/L/N @DWinchester67 One date. As friends Winchester

Not five seconds later you received a winking emoji and “friends” in response. 

“Dear god, you’re going to be a handful, Winchester.”

________

A/N: Read Part 2 here!

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester x reader #football au #au #dean winchester x #dean winchester au #spn au #spn fanfic #dean winchester x you #football player!dean x reader #series #supernatural fanfic

[ameliora-j]

Could you do a super cocky Niall that y/n does not like? Maybe they meet because y/n works at one of the concert venues that Niall is touring at, and even though everyone loves him, she thinks he's over confident and arrogant, as he keeps flirting with her and dirty talking (he's single in this scenario, of course). Eventually she ends up seeing him in his boxer briefs in his dressing room, and he sees that she's turned on, so he takes advantage and starts working her over with more flirting and dirty talk. And when he has her in the palm of his hand, he dominates. He has her get on her knees and beg for his cock, and he keeps telling her to take it deeper, and he's condescending and patronizing, and he keeps making her admit how good it tastes, etc. :D (Sorry, this is super horny lol. I'm excited for tour Niall!)

ugh i can’t wait for tour!niall sosowmen — i’m gonna start it from the dressing room part kinda hehe ᵕ̈

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content -> mean dom!niall, cnc, oral (m!receiving), degradation, spit kink, humiliation, breath play, face fucking, slapping facial creampie, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

you sigh softly as you walk through the halls backstage at madison square garden. niall was now fifteen minutes late for sound check—and as the sound manager at the venue—you were tasked to go retrieve him.

you have no idea why everyone is in love with this guy, he’s so inconsiderate of others’ time and he’s too cocky for his own good. he could sense your annoyance with him, thus he’d been annoying you all week. you can’t help but wonder how such a cocky jackass could sell out madison square garden for four days.

you knock on his dressing room door twice before opening it. “horan! what could you possibly be doing that’s making you fif-“ your speech slows as you see him standing in the middle of the room, clad only in his boxer briefs. he was clearly freshly showered as his hair was wet and small droplets of water were still falling down his chest. you swallow thickly as you continue “-teen minutes… late?” you whisper.

niall smirks a bit, he knew you were into him, and he’s finally got you. “what was that, pet?” he hums, uncurling his body from where he was drying his hair. “didn’t quite catch that” he says, turning to face you—the imprint of his cock now visible.

you stammer, your mouth opening and closing a few fines as your throat runs dry. niall chuckles as he strides closer to you. “wha’s’a matter? cat got y’tongue?” he taunts, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“come in” he orders lowly and you nod softly, allowing the door to close behind you. “kneel” he whispers. without second thought, you drop to your knees and look up at him with bright eyes and widened pupils. “i knew you wanted me” he laughs meanly, hooking a finger in your cheek and forcing your mouth open.

he leans over and spits on your tongue, smearing a rough palm over your face. “made a pathetic attempt at hidin’ it, petal” he laughs. he forces your jaw closed once more, ordering you to swallow his spit from a look alone, and you don’t dare disobey.

“i’m going to make you suck my cock… n you’re going to tell me how much you like it… okay?” niall speaks slowly, as if you lack the intelligence to understand what he’s saying to you.

“okay” you say, your voice raspy as you hadn’t spoken in a while.

“she can speak!” niall gasps mockingly, and you flush a bit in embarrassment. “open your mouth” he hums, and your jaw drops before he’s even finished his sentence. “what a slut” he laughs, pulling his cock free. he slaps the head on your tongue a few times, and you hum at the taste of his precum. “do you like that, pet?” he hums softly.

“tastes good…” you slur, muffled around the thick muscle of his cock. he gives you no time to say more as he’s shoving his cock down to the back of your throat. you gag harshly, holding his hip as tears spring to your eyes.

“it’s okay baby, you can take it” he mumbles. he holds your hair back in a ponytail, using it as leverage while he fucks your face. the room is filled with the sound of gags and niall’s moans and grunts. your drool is causing a puddle to form on the floor below you. you gagged repeatedly each time his cock pressed into the back of your throat, slurping at the mess you were making as your spit began to bubble at the base of his cock.

niall sucks in air through his teeth, his head falling back a bit. as his balls slap against your chin, you stick your tongue out and lick around them—niall all but whines in pleasure. he swears quietly under his breath, looking down at you and pressing his cock all the way into your mouth, his heavy balls pressed close to your chin. “stick out your tongue” he growls as you gag. you press your tongue against his balls once more and he pinches your nostrils together.

you look up at him with wide eyes, a bit panicked as you fight for breath. you choke on his cock, your eyed rolling back as you let out a whine while niall holds you down. “you can take it baby, your fine. i’ll let you breathe soon” he mutters, grinding against your face and causing his cock to move around in your throat. “oh fuckin hell it’s so tight” he moans, pulling out when he sees your face paling a bit.

you cough harshly, heaving over breaths as tears cascade down your face, your mascara smeared. “tell me you liked it” niall orders, patting your cheek roughly as his left hand strokes over his dick.

“i liked it…” you whimper, shifting on your knees as you pout at him. “i-i really like the way you choke me on your cock… it… tastes so good i want your cum please” you say through deep breaths. niall smirks with pride, forcing his cock back down your throat with no warning.

“that’s a good fucking whore” he grunts, beginning to fuck your throat once more. he holds your face still, using your mouth and throat as if they’re his own personal fleshlights, relishing in the filthy sound of your gags and whines. he pressed his cock as deep into your throat as it’ll go, taking his balls in his hands and forcing them into your mouth as well as you gagged harshly.

“said you want my cum, right?” he grunts, looking down and spitting on your face. you whine softly, gurgling out something that sounded similar to a ‘please’ which causes niall to chuckle. “you’ll get it, pet” he growls, thrusting roughly into your throat a few more times.

you feel his balls swell and tense up against your chin, and he whines as he pulls out, stroking his cock rapidly. “fuck, stick out your tongue” he moans, his hips stuttering as he fucks his hand, the tip of his cock pressed to your tongue. you follow his orders with ease, moaning as the first drops of his cum drizzle onto your tongue. you moan softly at the taste, and the vibrations send niall fully over the edge.

he lets out a loud, throaty moan as his eyes close in pleasure. his cum sprays out in ropes onto your tongue, cheeks, and nose as he lets out a slew of curse words. niall thrusts into your mouth a few more times to ride out his own orgasm before slowly pulling out, breathing heavily as he looks at you.

“you look so pretty covered in my cum” he smirks softly, pushing your hair back. “i knew you would” he winks—noting the first pick up line he’d laid on you.

#twisted tuesday! #nsfw.nani #dark.nani #niall horan #niall horan x reader #niall horsn x fem!reader #niall horan smut #niall horan headcanon #niall horan fic #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan blurb #niall horan drabble #niall horan dialogue #niall horan angst #niall horan fluff #niall horan x you #niall horan x yn #niall horan x y/n

[self-indulgent-writer]

sadie sink with a fem!singer reader? like she wrote a song for sadie and she sings it for her?

Sadie sink x reader

You sat at a desk with your guitar, notepad, and pencil. You were strumming chords and writing them down along with lyrics that came to your mind whenever you thought of her.

Sadie is your girlfriend for almost a year. For your one year anniversary, you wanted to write a song for her. Except now you are kinda starting to regret making that decision because you are coming at a loss for words.

You got startled out of your focus by your phone ringing. You looked up and saw that Sadie wanted to FaceTime, so you answered.

“Hey baby, what’s up” Sadie said before you could say hi.

“The sky,” you snickered as she glared at you “no I’m just joshing ya. I’m writing a song.” You smiled at her.

“Oh. I thought you just finished your album though.” Sadie quirked and eyebrow. You nodded your head, half listening to her and half writing down more words in your notebook. “Ok. Well I have to go now. They’re calling me to film. Love you”

“Love you too, babes.” You kissed the camera on your phone. When Sadie hung up, you started to strum more chords that went along perfectly to the words.

;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;

You were at the last concert of your tour. It was your anniversary today and you planned to sing the song now. Luckily this concert started at 9 pm, so you had the morning with Sadie and the afternoon preparing for the concert. Sadie was in the front row looking up at you.

(For the sake of the story pretend you made Stop the World I Wanna Get Off with You by Arctic Monkeys)

“Hey guys,” you were so desperately trying to catch you breath. “Uh, so we are at the end of the tour, and this is my last concert of it. So because of that I wanted to officially let you guys hear my new song that I made for my girlfriend and out one year anniversary.” The crowd cheered.

Open Sesame

(We've places to go)

We've people to see

(Let's put 'em on hold)

There's all sorts of shapes that I bet you can make

When you want to escape, say the word

Well, I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do

With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room

And I don't wanna lie, but I don't wanna tell you the truth

Get the sense that you're on the move

And you'll probably be leaving soon, so I'm telling you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Eyes the colour of

(Water left in mud)

Icing sugar dust

(Crazy green flashes)

It's a funny thing that I cannot explain

Don't you know the train keeps a-rolling?

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Well, I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do

And I don't wanna lie, and I don't wanna tell you the truth

And I know we got places to go, we got people to see

Think we both oughta put 'em on hold and I know you agree, yeah

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

You finished the song and the concert ended. As people started filing out, you jumped off the stage and Sadie ran to you. She engulfed you in a strong hug and squeezed you tight.

“Thank you so much for that..” she sniffled “you didn’t have to do that for me you know.” Sadie wiped her tears of joy. You patted her head and returned the hug twice as strong.

“I love you, Sadie”

“I love you more”

#Sadie Sink x reader #Sadie #Sink #Sadie Sink #Max Mayfield x reader #Max #Mayfield #Ziggy Berman x reader #Ziggy #Berman #Ziggy Berman #Max Mayfield #stranger things x reader #fear street x reader #fluff

[uramilf]

can you write a ross x singer reader where the reader is pregnant and they have been keeping their relationship on the low so when they make it official their fans are completely shocked

A/N: Yes this is actually adorable

Ross came into your shared bedroom and lay down on the bed beside you. You groaned as he woke you up; you already weren't getting enough sleep with the baby on the way, nausea waking you up at least twice every night. He had been playing a show at a venue that wasn't too far away, so he was able to come straight home to you. "Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered. "It's ok, love. How was the show?" "Good. Really great, actually. The boys want to know how you're feeling." "Like I'm growing a human inside of me," you grinned. "So not fabulous." Ross smiled sympathetically. "I know it's tough, darling, but the sickness will be over soon and-" "And then the extreme back pain and the kicking and the constant intense pressure on my bladder will start," you interrupted him with a laugh. "God, it's really a joyful experience, isn't it?" Ross rubbed a hand over your stomach and kissed you. "I know darling. You're so brave, you know that?" "It'll all be worth it anyway when little baby Macdonald gets here, right?" Ross agreed and kissed you again, before asking how your day had been. "Oh, it was alright. I went down to Costa earlier for a coffee and when I got back there was some paparazzi photos online - and get this; my baby bump was totally showing and nobody's even noticed yet." "Really? I thought The Sun would be all over you the second you started showing." "I know. I have to say, people are gonna lose their minds when they eventually find out." Just then, Ross's phone rang. "Oh, it's Matty. Must've forgot something in my car." But Matty's voice sounded panicked. "Y/n, have you been on Twitter recently?" he blurted out. "No, why? Matty? What's happened?" "Fuck. I'm sorry guys, I know you wanted to keep your relationship and the baby a secret for a while longer, but some photos have come out of the two of you leaving my house on Sunday. Everyone knows." You thanked Matty for letting you know and hung up the phone. Ross was already scrolling through the photos on Twitter, but to your surprise, he wasn't annoyed. He was smiling. "Oh, babe, all your fans are so excited for you, look at these comments!" he beamed. You had a look through the photos yourself now. There was one of Matty with a hand on your stomach, saying bye to his future niece or nephew, and one of George doing the same. There was one of Ross placing a kiss on your head with an arm around your waist, and one of him helping you into the car, where your slight baby bump was visible. You scrolled through some comments and smiled as widely as Ross had.

"Oh my god! I can't believe two of my favourite people in the world are literally having a baby together!! I've shipped them ever since that photo of them dancing together at a Taylor Swift concert came out."

"Look at Y/n's little baby bump, she's actually fucking glowing."

"AWWW another '75 baby! I hope they're best friends with Adam and Carly's kid. Y/n and Ross make such a gorgeous couple."

The comments made your eyes fill with tears when you realised that both your fans and Ross's were over the moon for you. It wasn't long until the calls came flooding in, from your friends who weren't aware of your pregnancy yet, Matty's mum, even Carly who already knew but wanted to let you know she was always there for you for some mum-to-mum advice. You looked at Ross with a big smile on your face before you went back to sleep that night. "Can you believe we're gonna be parents?" "No, darling, I can't. You're gonna be the best mum." "I love you, Ross." "I love you too. So, so much."

#ross macdonald #ross the 1975 #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald x reader #the 1975 #adam hann #george daniel #matty healy

[ontheshroom]

Close To You

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Smut! ⚠️

A/n: uhhhhhhhhh

Synopsis: Jack and Tr go to an event.

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“Hello, welcome.” You and Jack are greeted as you walk into a ballroom filled with music executives and artists.

“God, I didn’t expect this to be so uppity.” You gasp.

“Don’t be nervous, baby. You’re the best-looking one in here and the most charming.” Jack reassures you, squeezing your hand.

The two of you find the table that reads ‘Harlow’ on it and take your seats.

It shouldn’t be too long of a night. You and Jack always thoroughly plan these nights, an hour and a half for the speakers, dinner being served about thirty minutes into that, and finally, the final hour and a half reserved for any networking Jack may need to do. You never rush him not make him feel as if you don’t want to be there, but splitting the night up makes it easier for the both of you to cope with being out knowing in reality you’d both rather be together at home.

“You look so nice in your suit, baby!” You gush, straightening up his tie.

He really does, he has his nice rings adoring his fingers, his black and white suit perfectly complimenting your black dress alongside his red bottom dress shoes that match your red bottom heels.

“I could never look as good as you do.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you.

After a bit, the lights dim down and the speaker is tapped twice signaling someone is getting ready to speak. Jack grips the leg of your chair pulling it closer to yours before wrapping his arms around it.

You cuddle into his side and place your hand on his thigh as you both listen to the speaker who introduced himself as Mr. Montgomery. Without realizing so halfway into his speech you begin rubbing Jack’s thigh in a calming way. The smoothness of his suit material feels good on your palm.

“If you keep rubbing me like that, I’m gonna have to take you to the bathroom,” Jack whispers in your ear.

Your hands instantly stop and you feel your neck heating up out of arousal and embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I d-“

“Never apologize for touching me, baby.” Jack cuts you off before nodding toward Mr. Montgomery, telling you to listen.

Too into the story of Mr. Montgomery’s career, you don’t realize Jack removing his hand from the back of your chair and instead places it on your thigh. You wrap your left hand around his right arm and rub it adoringly as you listen. Your hold against Jack’s arm tightens as his hand travels up.

“Be good and be quiet for me,” Jack whispers as his hands slip into your underwear.

“F-“ You cut yourself off and bite your lip.

Jack rubs slow, small circles on your clit, occasionally dipping down to collect the slick that has leaked down and use it as lube to rub your clit.

“Mmm.” You hum quietly.

“So in conclusion, anything is possible if you make it possible.” Mr. Montgomery concludes his speech.

Jack fingers you eagerly, hitting all the right spots. As the people around you erupt into applause, you find yourself cumming.

“Shit, so good!” You moan.

A waiter catches as they walk past your table.

“She really liked his speech.” Jack nods with a tight-lipped smile.

Jack removes his fingers and sucks on them as if he’d already gotten his food and enjoyed his meal.

“What’d you say? ‘Shit, so good’?” Jack asks with a smile.

“You’re gonna kill me, Harlow.” You sigh.

The night passes quickly after you and Jack eat. After one more speaker and only a few people meeting with Jack, the two of you are in the car back to his apartment.

“Jack! We were in public!” You scold him.

“So were we that one time at the theater, at the park, on that drive home, backstage at my concert, oh, and on the plane.” Jack lists off.

“Well, that was really public.” You cross your arms.

“You came really fast.” Jack shrugs.

You stare at him in disbelief before rolling your eyes.

On the way up to his apartment, Jack couldn’t get his hands off of you.

“These old people are gonna hate me tonight.” He says, kissing your neck.

“Why?” You scrunch your eyebrows.

“Cause they’re gonna hear my name being screamed all night,” Jack smirks, opening the door for you.

“I wasn’t lying when I said you look so good tonight.” He says, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to his bed.

“I wasn’t lying when I said you look so good tonight.” You mimic him.

“Show me then, baby.” Jack laughs.

“You are such a cornballll.” You giggle.

“Only for you.”

Jack flips you over gently unzipping your dress, leaving a trail of kisses on every inch of skin becoming exposed. You remove your arms from the dress, allowing him to pull it down your legs. The dress required you not to have a bra on, so you’re left in just your thong.

Jack kisses down your spine, causing you to moan lightly before following the actions he just previously did with your dress with your thong.

“Mmm,” You moan as he kisses your core.

“Flip around, Y/n. I wanna see that pretty face as I make you cum.” He smiles.

You turn around and a moan nearly falls from your lips as you see Jack in his white button-up and slacks. Jack stands in front of the foot of the bed as he undoes his button-up and pulls it down his arms. He removes the white wife-beater under it and the look of his bare upper body makes you clinch your legs shut. Jack undoes his belt and pulls it through the loops before throwing it somewhere in the room. As if he couldn’t contain himself anymore he takes off his pants and boxers quickly. He pulls your legs apart before climbing between them. Jack coats himself in your slick, rubbing his dick through your folds.

“Fuck me, Jack.” You sigh, resting your head back on the pillow.

“I am, baby, I am.” He kisses her neck.

He slides in slowly, thrusting all of himself in you.

“Mhm.” You moan.

Jack grips one of your hips, rocking you with his thrusts, pushing him deeper and deeper into you.

“Oh, Jack, just like that.” You moan.

“Look at my pretty girl,” He moans.

You open your eyes to see him already looking down at you, eyes focused on the way the pleasure he’s making you feel is showing on your face. Your hands grip his shoulders as he fucks you.

Jack’s hips begin to rock into a hungry pace, making your eyes roll back in their sockets.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, god.” You moan.

“That’s not my name, baby.” Jack groans.

“Jack! Fuck.” You moan, arching your back as your high approaches.

“I’m gonna cum, Jack.” You moan as your legs begin to shake.

Your skin heats up and your stomach tightens before you squirt on Jack.

Jack sucks in a sharp breath before he cums in you, releasing the breath with a loud groan.

“Fuck.” Jack pants.

Jack pulls out and lays down on his left side, pulling you close to him before slowly sinking back into you.

“Let me be close to you while we sleep.” He says, kissing your neck.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #dad!jack #jack harlow dialogue

[spade-riddles]

Submission: Kaylor TED Talk 💘

Okay, hear me out. I think the Midnights album is a 13 track love letter to KK and the evolution of the Kaylor relationship, looking back reflectively. I think there's other little things splattered in the songs but for me, it all screams Kaylor. For this to apply, you have to believe they're still together, in secret. I've only listened to the album twice so I'm sure there's so much more I've missed, but I just had to get my initial thoughts out of my brain! Sorry if it's not too cohesive.

1. Lavender Haze: the beginning of meeting KK and the bearding. Taylor just wants to stay in the lavender Haze with KK and ignore the media saying she should marry whichever beard she has at the time

2. Maroon: living together in NY in the height of the Kaylor days ("my roommates rose" - they were "ROOMMATES", sounds like something two roommates who were also together would joke about)

3. Anti-Hero: Taylor admitting dating her is a problem because of her very squeaky clean marketed image and she's worried she'll lose KK because of this ("I'm the problem, it's me")

4. Snow on the Beach: Big Sur Trip, Taylor & KK falling hard for each other, the VS performance together ("stars by the pocketful" - you drew stars around my scars)

5. You're On Your Own, Kid: Taylor realising she's on her own with the bearding situation, and the only person she searches for who understands, is KK whose in the same position, but perhaps Taylor doesn't like KKs Beard of choice ("we're the best of friends", "there's just one who could make me stay" - KK convinced Taylor to move to NY)

6. Midnight Rain: Taylor reflecting on all her beards that she's had to protect her and KK ("my boy was a montage' - this made me think of how the media always have slideshows of all her "Boyfriends")

7. Question...?: Kissgate! 💋 (There's a part of the track that sounds like massive applause at a concert)

8. Vigilante Shit: Taylor and Karlie, 2022, preparing to give up their beards and claim their revenge on JK ("so on the weekends" - reminds me of "giving me your weekends", "lately she's been dressing for revenge" - Taylor and KK have both worn revenge dresses recently, "thick as thieves with your ex wife" - like Kaylor always used to be)

9. Bejeweled: Taylor has to still shine in public, with her polished image that she didn't want to ruin in Anti-Hero, is still "required" to protect her and KK, but she can make sure she owns the story when she goes out in public. I feel like she sings this song with a bit of a wink, like only she knows when she shines in public why she does and its not what most people think ("they ask do you have a man, I don't remember" - could this be any louder?)

10. Labyrinth: This song convinced me Kaylor are still together, they've navigated the labyrinth of their whole relationship in the public eye and then in secret. It talks about someone who knows her so deeply, and I think it's the most beautiful song on the album, talking about how she's falling in love with KK again, even after so many years. It gives me Daylight vibes ("I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around" 🥺)

11. Karma: I think this is about bearding again, ("Karma is my boyfriend", - he's the reason she gets what she deserves in KK "I keep my side of the street clean" - she's kept Kaylor secret for years now, "Karma is the wind in my hair on the weekend" - another weekend vibe like in Cardigan)

12. Sweet Nothing: Sounds like a lullaby 🥺, maybe Taylor reminiscing on early Kaylor days and Big Sur again and how Karlie has always been there for her despite the pressures of Taylor's career ("I wrote a poem on the way home" - YAIL vibes, "you're in the kitchen humming" - barefoot in the kitchen vibes, "I run home to your sweet nothings")

13. Mastermind: Now we get to the closing song which cemented this theory for me. How Taylor orchestrated her whole meeting with KK at the VS show, and how that led to the dominoes falling into place for them to blossom in to Kaylor. And how Karlie knew all along ("none of it was accidental", "saw a wide smirk on your face, you knew the entire time" - just go and watch the VS backstage meeting with them)

Thanks for coming to my Kaylor TED Talk 💘

[kawaiisakura143]

Love Ain't a Science (Egon Spengler x Sakura Rosas)

(The inner kpoppie in me wants to use this song & I don't know if it's just me, but this feels like a confession song towards the stubborn yet oblivious scientist.)

✿

It was a regular day at the firehouse; calls kept flooding in & out, but it didn't stop Sakura from enjoying the little bit of peace she had for herself. While Peter, Ray & Winston are out on a bust, Janine is having a date with Louis. All that is left in the firehouse is Sakura in the main lobby, organizing files & Egon tinkering down in the lab. Sakura had her headphones on listening to music as her way to motivate her to work. A song started playing that reminded her of a certain scientist. She hums through the song as she walks toward the filing cabinet to file some paperwork.

Why do you keep studying me?

You are no Einstein

Why do you measure angles?

This is no sine or cosine

She begins to sing along to the song as she continues to organize heading back & forth to the desk to pick up manila folders & paperwork swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song.

Pushing and pulling

That's not quite my style

If you're gonna give up in the middle

You'd better stay away from my heart

Sakura was having the time of her life singing & dancing to herself, giving herself a mini-concert; after all, there was no one there to judge her...or maybe she spoke too soon.

You think too much, that's your problem

Being stuck in your head will do no good (no good)

Quit wasting time measuring angles, finding answers

Better make a move

Down at the lab, Egon became a bit frustrated at his work of trying to upgrade the PKE meter, so it could pick up even higher levels of psycho-kinetic energy. Egon sighed in frustration, he lifted up his glasses & pitches the of his nose trying to calm himself down from the frustration. He began to look around the lab then a tiny idea popped up in his head as he starts to crave for something sweet...'Maybe a Twinkie won't hurt' he thought as he left the lab to head upstairs. As Egon finally reached upstairs he spotted the empty reception desk that confused him for a minute then saw Sakura coming back singing with her headphones on while holding a folder in her hand like a prop, he just stared at her in confusion but then confusion turned into amusement as he quietly stared at Sakura "performing" to what supposedly an imaginary audience.

🎶Love ain't a science, don't need no license

The more you sit there thinking, it's a minus

Don't try to be a genius, why so serious?

Follow your heart (Ooh-ah)

Let your heart lead you, what you, what you waiting for?🎶

Egon's eyes widen as well as a sudden shade of pink appears on his cheeks as he hears Sakura singing he was shocked on how magnificent her singing was, but something else caught his attention 'Is this song about me? Is she singing about me?' He immediately became observant as he watched Sakura dancing to the song, he seems so mesmerized of what’s happening in front him.

🎶You got a crush on me

You're gonna fall for me

Theory is no good when it comes to love

It's all useless, uh-huh🎶

As Sakura still had her headphones on not even noticing that Egon was just standing there watching her sing & dance to the song just having the time of her life when she thought that she was all alone in the lobby.

🎶Rather than Mr. Know, all Genius Einstein

More like a bulldozer Curious Frankenstein

Charge forward, clumsy yet fascinating

Straight away, push hard rush, got a crush on me🎶

Egon quietly leaned himself against the filing cabinet as he continued to watch Sakura sing & dance in front still unsure if the song is about him or not. He was distracted on what’s happening in front of him, he forgot why he came up upstairs for.

🎶Why don't you know it's fun 'cause the answer's missing

Why don't you know it's exciting 'cause the answer's unknown

Let our love be like having a screw loose (Let our love be like having a screw)

Like a fool who knows only one and nothing else🎶

As Sakura was singing the bridge of the song she gracefully spun from the corner of her eye she spotted a figure standing there. She quickly stopped her movements & took off her headphones seeing Egon watching from the filing cabinet, her eyes widened in shock & the color immediately drained from her face of embarrassment…was he watching her the whole time? “D-Dr. S-Spengler…uhhh what a surprise…I didn’t hear or see you come in, s-sorry f-for m-my unprofessionalism. I thought I was alone &…umm I’ll get back to work I-I’m so sor-” "You have a very nice larynx & ethnochoreology, you seem like you enjoy the act of performance." Egon interrupted Sakura's stammering as he tried to calm her down from her almost having a breakdown by complementing her singing & dance moves. "O-Oh...w-well...thank you, Dr. Spengler, anyways I should finish up with these files...umm...is there anything I can help you with? Since you're up here.." Sakura spoke up as she grabbed a stack of manila folders left on the front desk & took them to the filing cabinet. Egon stared at Sakura still trying to figure out if the song she was singing was about him, but he didn't want to bring it up since it would add more embarrassment for her...the clear image of Sakura singing & dancing was now stuck in his brain that he would never forget. "Umm...Dr. Spengler? E-Egon? Is everything oki?." Egon quickly snaps out of his trance & looks down at Sakura with a sly smile "My apologies for spacing out, just wanted to check if you're doing well that's all. I'll be in the lab if you need anything." Egon slowly turns around then heads back down to the lab as he continues to process what he has witnessed.

Love ain't a science (Mm-mm) (Ah)

Need no license (Mm-mm)

Learn more about me, 'bout me (Ooh-ah)

Already enough, you know 'bout me (Oh, woah)

Egon smiles then lets out chuckles as he can't get over how Sakura danced & sang that song that is now stuck in his head, the whole ordeal that happened made him find Sakura quite adorable. He sighed as he slowly went back to tinkering with the PKE meter, back upstairs Sakura was now sitting down with her head down at the front desk contemplating her existence of embarrassing herself in front of the scientist. She sighs as she slowly pulls her head up & took a glance at the clock, she begins to replay what just happened then something stuck out to her...that smile...was he smiling at her? She blushes furiously as she screams on the inside, this is the first time she ever saw Egon smile let alone at her...does this mean something...I mean the song kind of fits the vibe of the oblivious scientist. She lightly slams her head against the desk then slowly picks her head up then slowly stands to continue finishing her job at the now quiet firehouse.

Love ain't a science, don't need no license (Oh baby)

The more you sit there thinking, it's a minus (Minus)

Don't try to be a genius, why so serious? (Ooh yeah)

Follow your heart (Ooh-ah)

Let your heart lead you, what you, what you waiting for?

✿

(Well that was fun & I guess a little out of character for Egon, but still fun I had fun writing this^-^)

#Spotify #ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters egon #egon spengler #dr egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #ghostbusters oc #oc x canon #self ship #self shipping #Yes I listen to Kpop😌 #twice #formula of love

[airi-p4]

Love in the sky - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | …

Remember my ‘Love in the sky’ fic that I wrote for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers almost 1 year ago)? Well... I was satisfied with the one shot but I couldn't stop myself from writing more. I have 5 chapters in total planned, but we'll see if or when I'll finish them... (not soon for sure, considering how long this one has taken me despite being almost finished...)

So... Enjoy?

AO3

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Chapter 2

As soon as Marinette arrived at the hotel, she let herself fall on the bed. She was exhausted, but at the same time she couldn't stop giggling to herself. She had met Luka Couffaine from Kitty Section! And he invited her out! Twice! To his band's concert and to a date. A date ! And she said yes! To both! And she had also invited him to her fashion show- which was going to be hell but also super exciting! Even more: he said he would try to come! And as if all of this wasn't enough, he also said he wanted to kiss her! Luka Couffaine from Kitty Section- the man of the moment and the sexiest human alive- wanted to kiss her! Her ! Clumsy-disaster-mess Marinette Dupain-Cheng!

' KYAAAH ' Marinette rolled on the bed fuzzing with enthusiasm. She couldn't believe it. She wasn't even wearing her lucky socks, or her favorite cologne, not even her lucky earrings! But she had to be the most fortunate person in the world.

Marinette took the phone out of her pocket and started typing, ' new contact ', and then added the email and telephone number Luka had written down for her. She used one of the selfies they took together on the plane as his profile picture- one in which he wore his sunglasses- and saved the new information.

Her eyes glowed, satisfied, at the new contact in her agenda, with a lovestruck smile. At that time, a message arrived on her phone.

L: 'Hello. Marinette? This is Luka. Just wanted to make sure I got the number right'

M: 'Hi! This is Marinette. Yes, this is the right number! I just put yours on my phone! Thank you for your message. And for today. And everything'

Her reply was sent almost immediately, in a spatz. She was too excited to control herself. Before she could decide what else to say, Luka replied to her text message.

L: Great. I'm glad I didn't get the wrong number

L: I enjoyed our time a lot, so I'm the one who should be thanking you. You're a funny, beautiful lady, Marinette. I'm very glad we met

M: I'm very happy we met, too

Marinette blushed while typing. She wasn't used to lovey-dovey messages. Especially with HOT people like the one and only Luka Couffaine.

L: I'm happy to hear that

L: I could talk to you all day, but you should rest now. A long week awaits you and, for what you told me, you have barely slept in the last two days. I want you to be healthy

Marinette pouted a little. She wanted to keep talking to him instead of sleeping… What if she woke up and everything was just a dream? The idea was terrifying! Before she could start typing, another message arrived.

L: I wouldn't want you to miss our date

Marinette felt the burning up to her ears.

L: I'm looking forward to meeting you again.

L: Oh- and don't forget our offer. I hope you give it a thought.

L: Sweet dreams, Marinette <3

Ok- now that was something: A HEART . He sent her a heart! Marinette squealed. Her own heart beated faster and she could feel those familiar yet long forgotten butterflies on her stomach.

Falling in love.

How was she supposed to sleep when all she could think about was Luka and how beautiful New York looked through the window under her lovestruck sight. Everything glowed pink. Even the boring hotel room seemed to be magically glowing with bubbles and sparkles. She couldn't stop giggling or get Luka out of her head.

She rolled on the bed again so effusively she miscalculated the bed's length and fell down to the floor. 'Ouch' she protested, but soon stared at her phone again with a wide hopeless smile to re-read Luka's messages. She realized 5 minutes had passed since his last message and she hadn't replied yet. She typed in panic.

M: I'm looking forward to seeing you too

M: Sweet dreams <3

Marinette squealed again. She sent him a heart! A heart! An emoji she barely used anymore. She even had to scroll down the list to find it. The thought and possibility of it eventually becoming her most used emoji excited her. Was she going too fast? She was too excited to even consider it!

L: I'll have to dream of you, in that case

L: probably not very difficult when you're already the song in my head ;)

Luka sent her a photo of part of his smiling face with a handwritten paper with a heart and 'Ma-Ma-Marinette <3' written on it. He was on a bed and wearing what she assumed was his pajamas: a white t-shirt with Jagged Stone's logo on it. His muscular arm was showing and almost distracted her from the new message that arrived.

L: Sleep well <3

Marinette squealed again, drooling over his photo with a foolish grin on her face. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she didn't regret it. Not at all.

She wanted to send him a selfie in return, but when she opened the camera app, she stopped when noticed how messy her hair and makeup were. Of course it would, after more than 8 hours on a plane, rushing to get it, panicking, sleeping on Luka's shoulder, her reunion with Sabrina, the taxi and the check in at the hotel… She decided to take a shower before sleeping and, once finished, she fell asleep before she could even touch her smartphone again.

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When Marinette woke up, it was still night time. 'Stupid jet lag!' Marinette groaned. But before anything, she hurried to check her phone. There was a message from Alya, one from Sabrina and another one from her mother. She would check those later. She first needed to make sure her meeting Luka was real- and there it was. His contact, his selfie, his messages… And the heart emoji. She squealed once again.

' It wasn't a dream! ' She fuzzed. Ok- There was no way she could go back to sleep. Instead, she started looking for more information, photos and videos of Kitty Section online. They were indeed gorgeous… All of them. She was so focused that she didn't realize she was literally drooling over Luka's photos.

DAMN . What a way to kill people. So unfair! How is it allowed to be so perfect? Leave something for others, guys!

And yet, under the makeup and stage personas, they were very sweet and fun- totally enjoyable to be with… A few hours later, at work with Audrey Bourgeois in 'Style Queen' building, she could grasp the contrast between people and personalities after meeting the famous stylist in person. How could people so insensitive, cold, arrogant and cruel even exist? In the same world in which gentle, fun and enjoyable Luka existed?

The world was surely unbalanced...

So, in short- dealing with her work at Audrey's was HELL. If it wasn't for the time she could work on her own designs and her part of the show, and for how excited she was to meet Luka again, she would have already jumped from the tall building Audrey's headquarters were in. Ok, no. That was exaggerating (especially with her fear of heights),  but it really was stressful and exhausting, the worst part of it being to have almost no time to talk with Luka, except for 'goodnight', 'good morning', 'rest well' and a few updates of how they were doing.

And heart emojis.

Those tiny digital hearts gave her LIFE and strength to keep going.

Marinette's stress peaked on Sunday. Jet lag was still messing with her sleep schedule, and it was Audrey's turn for the fashion event. Her models would show off her newest style trends and she was going to be successfully acclaimed, like usual. Marinette couldn't help it but respect her for how well she managed to keep her cool despite the pressure she was under. Failure wasn't allowed, she had to keep the high level. And yet, she never faltered to confidently present her newest ideas. Probably being heartless helped, though.

In the end, the event was a mess behind the curtains but a success on stage (mostly thanks to Marinette's work). Audrey received applause and then everyone was invited to celebrate at a fancy hotel. Marinette had tried to turn down the invitation, but Audrey Bourgeois personally insisted and escorted her there. She couldn't escape.

YET .

She was glad her sleeves were short so it made it easier to check her clock nervously every five minutes. Kitty Section's concert was in two hours. She had to go! Didn't she deserve a reward? She had to flee!

She still doesn't know how, but she managed to sneak out despite Sabrina's vigilance (probably her being distracted with that Delmar guy helped). Whatever- in a blink of an eye she was already in the taxi towards Kitty Section's concert arena.

She freaked out for a moment when the security guards asked her for her accreditation and she couldn't find it- but it had been her neck since that same morning and that made her feel a little stupid. And soon, she was in. Now she had to find Luka and-

"Marinette! Just in time!" Luka appeared out of nowhere and welcomed her with a tight, needy hug she reciprocated. "Come with me"

Marinette blushed when he held her hand to lead her. Not her wrist, but her hand properly secured under his grip. All her tiredness and stress from the fashion show, wiped away in a moment, easily, as if the butterflies in her stomach were acting like vitamins. It amazed her how Luka had so much power over her. That was totally new.

They reached their backstage room and Kitty Section's members, plus Mylene, waited there with concerned faces.

"Guys, Marinette is here!" Luka raised their hands together and everyone smiled as if they had just received salvation. "Marinette! Our savior!" They all exclaimed, moving closer.

'What's going on…?' Marinette didn't even need to ask before Luka knew what she was going to say.

"I'm sorry to ask you this since you're our guest but… I kind of- suffered a wardrobe malfunction during rehearsal and our stylist quit and took most of our costumes with her and-"

"Your stylist quit?" Marinette blinked.

"That's because Luka wouldn't stop praising Marinette and her work and she got jealous… Everybody knew she had a crush on him..." Juleka interrupted, making Marinette blush. 'Luka said that about her? '

"Well- in my defense, I only said the truth and you all know that. It's not my fault she didn't take it well!" Luka shrugged.

"Yeah- and you're also biased" Rose giggled with Juleka. He couldn't deny it and he didn't plan to either.

"Anyway- We don't have anyone else to rely on, now, Marinette. Could you help us with our outfits, please? We'll pay you as much as you want. We're desperate" Luka pleaded winking with his hands pressed together. "Please?"

How was she supposed to resist the begging faces of them? And Luka's glowing puppy eyes? Impossible!

"Sure. I'll help you" Marinette giggled, and all the members jumped to hug her in gratitude. Soon, she returned to her 'serious work self', confident and demanding. "Ok, let me see what you've got. There's not much time left"

Marinette was astonished at the few amount of clothes they had available. That 'Volpina' sure was cruel, stealing all that…

Juleka, Rose and Mylene helped Marinette, explaining the clothing changes they were expecting to have- one for hard rock, one for pop-rock and another one for ballads and T-shirts for the closure. 4 sets in total.

That was a lot of work, but Marinette was outstanding in her job. And challenges? Oh, she loved them! She studied the photos of their expected outfits and managed to make it work miraculously.

"That should be perfect" she fondly stared at their first round outfits on them. And all the members couldn't believe how she managed to make those in such a little amount of time. They all looked amazing. "Now, what was that about ripped clothes?"

Marinette squeaked at the sight of the broken zipper on Luka's pants, below his long shirt. And the sexy boy smirked full of teasing, knowing exactly what he was doing. Ugh! As if it wasn't bad enough for her poor heart!

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Meanwhile, Juleka did all the members' makeup and hair styling. She was insanely good at that and Marinette finally understood why they didn't hire any make-up professional.

The spotlights were bright over Kitty Section, but Marinette doubted they really needed them to shine. Wow...! Their aura surely changed on stage! Charismatic, confident, magnetic... and hot.

As she had already said before: illegal, they should be illegal!

And the way Luka turned to secretly wink or smirk at her from time to time? Marinette was sure that if Mylene hadn't been there to keep her steady, her knees would have already failed to keep her standing.

Heck- Did he really need to be so EXTRA? What a showman!

His hair flip, his partly exposed chest, his electric guitar riff, a high kick to the air… And what was he thinking about running up the stairs where Ivan's drums were and doing a backflip WHILE playing his guitar? What if he got injured?

Crazy .

Kitty Section's guitarist, the man she was head over heels with, was crazy. But he was so damn cool, handsome and hot. How was she supposed to resist him when he was so attractive? She fell deeper for him at every movement and breathing he took.

And then, by the end of the concert, he just ripped his shirt off, tearing the clothing, buttons jumping around and his bare chest and abs exposed, while he slid on his knees on the floor, his body leaning back and his just fixed tight pants tearing them once more in the process, exposing his black underwear underneath. AGAIN.

Dead. Marinette was dead.

And most likely in heaven.

That sight live, and from close by with all the music and sensations resonating inside her was outbursting. She had had to really pass out because when she opened her eyes Mylene was holding her and handed her a tissue that ended up being covered with blood coming out of her nose.

How was it even possible for someone to be so- Argh! Everything! Sexy, confident, crazy, hot, kind, sweet, funny…

INCREDIBLE. Out of this world .

It was too much for her heart to handle. How could she have been missing them for so long was a mystery and a regret. So many lost opportunities and concerts she could have attended… But if she had known them earlier, her meeting with Luka would most likely never have happened in the same way… Luka admitted he had been especially interested in her because she didn't scream or recognize him. And if she had known him as she does now… The plane's pilot would have alerted the passengers for heavy turbulence as the whole plane would have vibrated with the echo of her loud incoherent, fangirl screaming.

By the end of the concert, they were ecstatic. Adrenaline was rushing through their bodies and fatigue practically forgotten.

"Let's give a round of applause to all the members of the staff too! Come on!" Luka called, signaling all of them to get on the stage. Marinette stayed at the side, looking, but Luka tilted his head to encourage her to join them too. 'Me ?' he could read in her lips. He nodded and she frantically shook her hands in denial, overwhelmed and nervous. Luka laughed and, with a gesture, he asked Mylene to accompany her on-stage.

Marinette blushed at the smile Luka was giving her and when she faced the audience she felt breathless. This is what it felt to be in front of an audience of 5.000 guests.

Wow…

Luka reached to hold and raise her hand. "Give an applause to our stylist for today, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" Marinette squeaked in panic and looked back at Luka, who winked and let go of her hand to clap. She bowed shyly and after performing one last song, the concert ended...

...but the real encore was about to start.

As soon as the lights closed, Luka pulled Marinette's hand and guided her to one of the upper parts of the stage, where the spotlights rested. Some of the guests were still singing and begging for a second encore, refusing to leave, but most of them were already leaving or had already left. From above, the view was even more impressive.

"Marinette" Luka called, his fingers naturally interlacing with hers. She looked up to him and blushed at his handsomeness. The way he breathed deeply and heavily from exhaustion was making her feel hot and expectant. He really gave it his best. He continued: "I hope this moment is memorable enough, because I really want to kiss you".

She had no words for such sincerity. Her fingers squeezed his and she closed her eyes, giving him silent permission to proceed.

Memorable, he said... But no, it was more than that. It was magical. Miraculous. The perfect first kiss of the lots she hoped they could share from now on. Soft, tender, delicate and loving at first, hungry and more wanting next.

And time stopped.

They kissed, again and again, until their lips were sore.

No regrets, totally worth it.

Luka rested his forehead on hers and they happily smiled. "You're too cute. I could kiss you all day" he confessed, and Marinette flustered again.

"M- me too… I wish time could stop here forever…" she lamented. She didn't need a clock to know it was past the time she should be sleeping.

"I know," Luka empathized, squeezing his hand. "But you have a great deal of work tomorrow and the day after. And even if I'm sure you're going to nail it, you need to stay cool and focused. I'm not going to be the one who ruins your career for a few extra kisses I'm going to give you next Wednesday. If you still want them, of course"

Marinette pouted cutely. "Of course I want them!" And Luka silenced her with another long kiss before speaking again. She felt the corners of his lips rise while kissing.

"Let's go back. Juleka will get mad at us for disappearing" Marinette nodded. "Did you have fun today?"

"The best concert of my life. You're all amazing… But the encore was even better" she gave him a quick kiss on his lips before sticking her tongue out playfully. He smiled fondly and kissed her again, just before they arrived at their room backstage.

Kitty Section stared at them with knowing smiles when they entered hand in hand, lipstick ruined, Marinette's cheeks bright red. "Sorry for being late! Has the after party ended already? Can we join?"

"It's been over for a while, dumbass! Why don't you change your clothes already? The fans are still waiting outside and the security guards are mad and want to go home. The staff is rushing us out"

"Sorry, sorry! I'll hurry up!" He didn't seem sorry at all, Marinette noticed, and her face burned when he took off his shirt before getting in the improvised changing room. "Wait here for a moment, we'll take you to your hotel"

"Oh, no need! I'll take a taxi! I don't want to bother you guys. You must be tired"

"Why don't you stay with us today? I'm sure Luka wouldn't mind sharing his room with you…" Rose suggested.

"Oh, no! I- I can't-" her face burned at the thought. How was her heart supposed to handle so many emotions in one day? Impossible.

"Guys" Luka sighed. "She has her big presentation soon. And she has been working all day. As much as I wished to spend more time with her, I don't want to ruin our favorite fashion designer's career. Think of it as a long investment plan so we can keep seeing her. She can come to our hotel anytime if she becomes our stylist" he winked.

"I'll think about it… I need that fashion show to be a success first" she fanned herself with her hand.

"Of course. And I'm sure it will" he smiled fondly at her.

"Thank you, Luka" she smiled back at him.

"Awwwwww. They are so in love!" Rose fuzzed and Marinette sinked shyly between her shoulders. "So cute!"

She fell asleep as soon as she got in her bed, leaving Luka's photo on the screen, which soon faded to black out of inactivity.

#my fic #airip4 #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette #Pro LukaMari

[bambisnc]

impurities [ft. h.yj]

pairing : yunjin x winter's sister!reader genre : fluffyy w tiny sprinkles of angst cw/tw : kissing + use of caps/swearing + reader gets sister-zoned by yunjin like once ;-; wc : 1k !!

sister's bsf!yunjin mmm

she's been besties w minjeong since forever and your sister is very possessive of her

not to say that she isn't possessive of you !

she just wants the 2 main girlies of her life not making heart eyes at each other tyvm

but how can yunjin help herself from falling for you? you're so sweet, so cute, so pure well at least that's what she thinks; extremely different from her ditching classes, being stuck in detention 24/7, playing in a rock band self

you've always been her biggest supporter - always been there to cheer her on, to wipe her tears because she can't help that your presence makes her want to show all parts of her to you - the good, the bad and the ugly

so she drops in some a lot of flirty remarks around you, teases you in the hopes of seeing your oh so adorably flustered face as you struggle to respond to her way too suggestive quips

yunjin is always quick to keep winter's annoyance at bay however by also making sure to gush about "this gorgeous girl she's been talking to who she met at one of their band's concerts"

you're pretty fed up of this hot and cold behaviour of hers, to be honest

because how can yunjin go from looking at you like she could see entire galaxies in your eyes as she follows you around like a lost puppy to coolly ignoring your attempts to make conversation with her, droning on and on about how she has to get some other girl's number? and there's also the millions of times she's referred to you as the sister she's never had... :/

obviously winter ends up finding out eventually bc come on. yunjin really isn't that subtle with her ogling

but gasp gasp? she's actually really supportive! she gives you both her blessings to "finally fucking make out or something the tension is killing me ugh"

absolutely letting no time waste, yunjin decides to properly confess and get a chance to woo you how you deserve to wooed :( &lt;3

but,

seems like there's trouble in paradise!

because you're apparently going out w someone?! yunjin physically feels her heart breaking when she sees you hug a pretty girl w long black hair and her then kissing your cheek TWICE and calling you 'darling'?? she's never seen her around before and you couldn't already be this close with just a friend???

completely dejected when she explains this situation to her bsf, minjeong goes :O and then her face turns a rather angry (or flustered?) shade of red on hearing your alleged lover's description

she apparently knows who that girl is and she can definitely confirm that you're not dating her

minjeong sus. yunjin will confront her suspicious behaviour another day. but right now you're more important; if you were not romantically involved with that girl.. why would you pretend to be..?

as she sees you walk towards where the 2 girls were sitting on yunjin's bed, winter immediately shouts something about "needing privacy right now and claiming that you both must not enter the room at any costs and leave RIGHT NOW !!!!!" yunjin is pushed out the door to an equally shocked you

"isn't that your room.." you very cleverly point out "i've learned not to question your sister's strange, strange ways.." yunjin mutters back

she knew what winter wanted her to do, she could practically hear her menacingly excited laughter

so yunjin fixes a charming smile on her face and offers a little walk, just you and her &lt;3

you nod, despite there being visible hesitance written all over your awkward figure

the "little" walk ends up going on for rather long, seeming longer than it actually was, in fact, due to neither of you saying a word to each other

but finally when you decide to attempt some small talk, yunjin interrupts you, "why did that girl kiss you yn."

... this, quite validly, offends you, "oh i'm sorry am i obligated to tell you about each and every single person i'm romantically into?"

"uh no! of course not it's just um how could you just.." she's at a loss of words because such hostility from you makes her confident persona crumble so fast that at any other moment you would've laughed. a lot.

"i don't want to be talking about this with someone who thinks of me as their sister" you bitterly spit out, ready to walk away from her before the tears threatening to spill over your waterline make their way down your now heated face

as you turn, however, yunjin grabs your wrist and pulls you back, forcing you to fall into her arms as you desperately clutch her shoulders to not fall

"yunjin ??? WHAT do you think you're doing???" before you can push yourself away from her she brings her face so, so close to yours that you can smell the sweet, fruity fragrance of her lip gloss and forget running away, all you want to do at this moment is connect your lips to her ever so kissable ones

ignoring your question, her attention remains focused on her original goal, "can i.."

you move one of your hands to cup her cheek and and finally steal a peck from her but before you can let yourself completely drown in the feeling of her warmth, she pulls away and with a finger on your lower lip and continues, "can i please know why you were with that girl?"

dazedly you let the truth slip out, "minji's .. friend.. she isn't.. i'm not with her or anythi- mmph!" and just like that yunjin finally kisses you like she's wanted, hell, like she's dreamed of for ages now and you're more than happy to let all her previous actions be forgiven - as long as she keeps holding you just like this &lt;3

notes : for the ppl waiting for the yunjin/yn/rina fic mwah &lt;3 + [m.list]

#order's up~! 📋⋆𐙚 #pastries.♡︎🍰 #div creds : @/jilval !!!!!1 #le sserafim x reader #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin #le sserafim yunjin #le sserafim #lsrfm #lsrfm x reader #yunjin #kpop #kpop gg #kpop gg x reader #yu jimin imagines #aespa #huh yunjin x you #huh yunjin x fem reader #huh yunjin fluff #kim minjeong

[frankymca]

A year ago

When I think back about who I was a year ago all I remember is being a mess. I remember the girl that cried in the crowd of a concert because she missed her ex. I remember the girl that skipped meals and hid in her car for lunch breaks at work. I remember the girl that was sick of trying and failing, so she only did what was easy. I wanted to be liked by people whose opinion I did not care about prior, I wanted to fit in with my friends, to have natural hair and wear skinny jeans. I wanted to not be me.

I realized how self-centered I was for months and years before that. How I put myself on a pedestal and “how dare you talk shit about me, you’re just jealous because you peaked in High School and I’m peaking now“.

Good for me I did not peak at 19. I was a bitch at 19.

When my ex broke up with me I thought it’s her loss, I’m great and she’s missing out on that. Now I know that I was far from great. I was toxic and terrible and everything I thought I wasn’t. What I am trying to say is; If I would have been my ex, I would have ended things way sooner, gosh, if I would have been her, I would have never started thing off with me in the first place.

This is not about her, though. Although lately, everything is about her again. So, hey Augs, if you’re seeing this (and I know you will or at least that’s what I’m telling myself), how’s things going? Everything sitting tight? February is kicking butts again, as usual, you know how it is with me and that time of year. But besides that I’m a lot better now. Have you seen what I’m up too lately? Lots of cool shit… totally… 100%… definitely not just saying this to appear cool. Well, I guess I still can only dream to be half the person you are. I really don’t know if you’re happy and it is not my place to ask but I’m glad the fighting with your friends seemed to have found an end, I’m glad you and your sister get along better now, I’m glad you finally dropped out of school. Not because I want you to have a miserable life, just because I know how much school took a toll on you. I hope you find something that’s more your cup of tea.

I’m losing my focus again, something I try to allow myself to do lately. Not everything always has to be straight forward and thought through till perfection.

What I was trying to say, I only remember the bad parts of me from a year ago. I always only remember the bad parts of my life. Isn’t your brain psychologically supposed to forget the bad stuff and hold onto the good things? I wouldn’t know, I stopped reading about psychology about the same time I stopped buying clothes at least twice my size and call half a cucumber a “healthy lunch“. I cannot be my own therapist, and I cannot be anyone else’s either.

I only remember the bits of my past that make me roll my eyes in cringe so far back that I can see parts of my brain that I can name since Junior High but never admitted because being good in biology is not the emo-punk-alt-mix image that I wanted people to have about me. Turns out just because you listen to Fall Out Boy religiously, wear black jeans and keep a skateboard in the trunk of your car at all times does not make people think you’re cool and edgy and alternative. Bummer.

What I’m trying to say is, not all of me sucked a year ago.

I just went through an old Pinterest board to find ~the perfect playlist cover~, (as one does), and I have gotten flashbacks of the person I was a year ago. And damn, was I a sick little bitch. And not the kind of bitch I referred myself as earlier in this text, but the female empowering kind of bitch. The way Hayley Williams, Melanie Perkins and Michelle Obama are sick little bitches!

Not that I could compare myself with any of those women, not that I would even stand a chance to be in the same room as any of these women.

But I was badass. A little at least. While I was in the worst period of self-consciousness ever, since I was 12, or 14, or 16, I was also the most confident I ever was. I might have treated myself like absolute garbage but I sure as hell did not let anyone else just look at me with wrong intentions. While I always had thick skin for peoples comments (quite literally, because the most people were talking shit about me was my weight), I never stood up for myself. I simply did not care about any of that enough. And now finally I did? That’s a change I did not expect in my last months of being a teen girl.

All I’m trying to phrase with this one is that sometimes I guess I do need to cut myself some slack. I did outrageously stupid things like going to a concert 200 miles away from home while continuously telling my mom that I went with my ex – who she didn’t know I stopped talking to approximate a year prior (some day I will tell her the truth, maybe) – but I did some epic shit like going to a concert 200 miles away from home while continuously telling my mom that I went with my ex. To keep this short and simple, my vision board around that time is something I can only dream about now, but then again, isn’t that the whole purpose of a vision board? Whilst my hair was chocolate brown, a color I haven’t seen on my head since I stared 7th grade, I was living my best life as a natural red. You can take the hair dye away from me, but you cannot take the color red out of my soul. I was courageous, I was bold, and I was fucking red. So although I was being an insecure pain in the ass for everyone that had to hold a conversation with me, I was the absolute definition of rockstar girlfriend in my dreams and behind the curtains. And now that I do not have a 9-to-5 that requires me to keep my hair, well, not crazily colored, and I have no tears left for peoples that I want in my life but who do not want me to be in theirs, I think it is time to let the curtain fall and let the world get a glimpse of who they have been missing out on. It is time to let Fran be the center of my consciousness again. After all, it is hard to be the fun aunt if you have no fun stories to share. Oh wait, did I say too much now? Hm, no time for explanations, I think I’m reaching the word limi-

#fran writes #im not interested enough to end it like this #but I wanted to post on different social but its too long for that

[punkscowardschampions]

Java Pt.2

Ava: [biting his lip because it’s one place you really can with no fucks and you gotta because the feels are too damn high now, making a grumpy noise into his mouth because life is so unfair]

James: [moaning her name into her mouth with all the !! because it’s the first chance he’s even had to say it cos couldn’t be namedropping to Jay when Teddy has already namedropped her to Chlo and there’s no telling when he’ll get to chance to say it out loud again because of this bloody holiday, PULLING her hair out of his way and her jacket collar too if needs be, going over the lovebite he gave her again v dramatically because never letting that fade whether she’s wearing his shirt or not]

Ava: [DIGGING your fingers into his shoulders because feeling like you could fall despite both your efforts to be as close together as possible because you’re so turned on you cannot sit still in the slightest, breathing into his neck at the pulse point, breath only getting more erratic however hard you try to calm it down]

James: [such a noise at the contact and how hard it is because it’s the most she can really do and you both know that and fully appreciate that she’s doing it, stopping what he’s doing with his lovebite so that it isn’t muffled, however quiet he has to vaguely keep it for this setting and sleeping Jay’s sake, so she gets to hear and remember it fully, doing the absolute most to let her feel how turned on he is because in no world is he staying still either, the movements getting more insistent and !! as her breathing does, maintaining EYE CONTACT by cupping her face like she did his earlier except it’s much more an intense hold ofc]

Ava: [yes, can’t be waking this baby, also don’t want to be caught by anyone, so we have to have some level of decorum about this, so we’re biting our own lip here as our eyes are rolling to the back of our head for a hot sec before attempting to refocus back on his as we also make a more concerted effort to make our movements rhythmic and in time with his, getting as close as we can without initiating anything here ‘you promise you’ll write?’]

James: [‘I already have’ looking over at wherever the bag he gave her is so that she will too, not at all casual spoilers there but we can’t help giving them considering the decorum he do have to have in other areas which is gonna be proving a difficult task now that y’all’s movements have synched up how they have and it’s making you feel a type of way ‘but I’ll write more’ emphasis on that last word because never over when she said it so we gotta be indecent about it, touching the lip she was biting down on with even more !! than before when he was lingering hardcore pre-kiss]

Ava: [adorably darting your eyes from him to this bag because you can’t look away for long enough the first time to take in exactly what he means, when you have, shaking your head at yourself like get it together ‘I’ll read them later’ speaking against his fingertips with such solemnity because need to give them serious concentration which you are incapable of currently]

James: [a nod like yes you absolutely should, as seriously, because THINKING about her doing that is almost as much fun as he had writing the letters lbr ‘we should order a car, savour the journey taking triple the time in comparison to the route which brought you to me’ because throwback to what she said earlier when shading Teddy lol, because fr, he’s the sort of bear that would give her a lift home even if it wasn’t a shameless ploy to spend more time together with slightly more chance of privacy, which we know it is, guiding her hand to his trouser pocket so she can get his phone out because why do it yourself when it’s saucier that way duh]

Ava: [opening your mouth to make a NOISE but staying silent and grinning at him with the energy you wanted to expend there ‘you can’t possibly be expected to take public transport twice in a day’ like this is FINE and your wife would approve tbh, staying looking for this phone for far longer than is necessary before eventually handing this phone to him like there you go, so helpful, resting your head on his shoulder]

James: [an amused smile of his own at her grin and what she said like mhmm so true bestie and his own lip bite obvs when she is taking her time looking for that phone cos dying about it, has never summoned a car quicker in his life I’m sure whilst on the other hand making no effort to move or move her yet, soz not soz gotta play with her hair very softly for a moment and give her big heart eyes]

Ava: [kissing along his neck to his ear but having to give him the softest lovebite just behind his ear when he bites his lip, it probably won’t leave a mark but right now there is and you’re not okay about it, pressing it slightly harder than you did it like !! doing a faintly shaky sigh too ‘there’ like there we go, that needed to be done]

James: [SQUEEZING her leg the way she did his hand earlier, definitely hard enough to leave a mark himself because he’s as !! about everything she’s doing and her sigh and how her voice must sound, not okay either and can’t decide if he wants this car to hurry the fuck up or if he never wants to leave this bench rn, both are true honestly]

Ava: [this leg grab making you arch yourself into him involuntarily, so you’re face to face again, LOOKING at him before you simply have to launch a full makeout attack because otherwise the sounds you are about to make will be too unhinged and you just gotta, putting both your hands back in his trouser pockets to do the most]

James: [thank god for the makeout cos you need to shh as well sir and there’s no chance you would otherwise with everything that’s occurring and how high your feelings are, she’ll be lucky not to be missing a button herself on her jacket, either that or have a broken zip depending what she’s rocking, because he is PULLING at it with feral levels of !! trying to get her closer to him and moving again and his hands into it to be able to touch her body more without fully undressing her in this park simultaneously]

Ava: [‘I want you’ as something you are incapable of keeping inside, the force of which those words strain out of your mouth as you’re trying to grit your teeth and ride through the feeling, the way we really don’t care right now and can’t be reasonable or sensible]

James: [‘I’m yours’ because he has yet to say it, it’s always that she’s his, and this is the perfect time to, once again everything coming together in that peak romance oh my watch has stopped kinda way for this to be the first time he does and for there to be the level of feeling behind it that there clearly is]

Ava: [will let your car turn up to stop you just fucking in this park because absolutely would now and we’re not thinking of any reason not to, despite the obvious ones, literally all we can think about and care about is that he just said that]

James: [agreed, y’all are welcome for that convenient yet very necessary timing because he totally would too and you don’t need to be caught doing that on this day, get your sleeping child and all the bags in the car sir even though you’re shamelessly LOOKING at her the entire time, doing the most LINGERING touches ever when he shamelessly helps this gal in as well even though she does not need help]

Ava: [you have enough time here to sober up into realising that wouldn’t have been a good idea, even if you still know you would make the same choice given another opportunity lol, soz not soz, am soz how long it takes to get your pushchair into a car seat and into this car though, not an easy task even though you should be pro by now ‘is she asleep for the night?’ almost mouthing this because gotta be quiet because it probably is that sort of o’clock by now, peeping at her like hope you stay asleep even though it won’t be our problem ‘cos just that sort of bear]

James: [I know you’re the sort of bear who’ll make it look easy even though it is very much not because you are well practised and your wife has literally never lifted a finger to help you at any point in her life so you’re essentially a single parent when it comes to tasks like this, giving her a smile back in response as a yes because baby Jay should be and you’d be glad about that even if you weren’t busy af in this moment for the looming holiday moments that have to come after, follow it up with a very relieved big breath when everyone is in this car and you’re all set because this is the most alone java have been and thank god, LOOKING at Ava again for what is a second but would feel like an age because the intensity of it]

Ava: [me worrying about the seating arrangements and whether there’s a baby between y’all or James/Ava has to be in the front but I’m sure you got one of those big cars/the kind that’s almost giving limo but is more a boujee minivan moment so Jay can be facing y’all but not cockblocking so aggressively like that lol, doing the inverse and taking a deep breath in you’re not letting out for again what would feel like forever]

James: [I love that you’ve thought about this long and hard boo, oh the perks of being rich because we simply cannot do a love actually child dressed as octopus moment and cockblock java THAT bad haha, imagine, but no, instead catch this boy taking her hand and holding it while they both dramatically breathe lol, silently asking her if she’s okay and if everything they both shamelessly wanna do in this car rn is]

Ava: [exactly what I was picturing lmao, not today, not when there’s a goodbye to be said without the need for the word, circling his palm the same way you did his cheeks earlier with your thumb, as if you’re doing the thinking you aren’t and don’t need to do before you lean further into him to kiss his cheek indecently yourself ‘it only becomes more true’ as a whisper because feelings have not changed from a hard yes to a no, of course]

James: [touching the lil lovebite she did behind his ear as she kisses his cheek because that’s the only thinking he needs to do about it too, nothing has changed for him either, hence undoing her seatbelt (because I imagine her putting it on automatically when she got in, as I do) and pulling her closer to him, initiating the kind of soft and romantic makeout sesh that the bench one couldn’t be, it goes without saying it’s as intense as that though in its own way]

Ava: [when your hands end up either side of his face so you can press on this lovebite again, though coincidentally, insistently because we would love to cover you in them for all the reasons, lowkey getting so comfortable/into it here you’re laying down on him]

James: [doing a GASP that turns into a soft and quiet NOISE the more she presses on that lovebite herself because not okay about it, taking off her jacket because he could not on that bench and the need to touch her more is as real, being !! and almost rough about getting under however many layers of clothes she has on rn on her top half in contrast to these deep af but still soft kisses because NEED to as well as your bodies also staying as close as they can possibly be, his hands running over every inch of her, memorising again how they do, but also pressing insistently against her skin himself in a mirror move he isn’t even aware of]

Ava: [TORN between trying to help him and enjoying the contrast here and thus letting him continue to be rough about it, getting distracted by the need to try and reach your bag to get a condom because going to need to initiate this hookup immediately, that’s for sure, obviously you can’t actually get in your bag though so this is just a losing battle]

James: [it doesn’t take a genius to work out what she is trying to reach for but cannot because you’re thinking the exact same thing so once again guide her toward your pocket, this time to reach for his wallet instead of his phone because they are always there and slightly easier to get hold of whilst continuing to be this extra]

Ava: [SQUEEZING his thighs, half as a thank you and half because you wanna ‘we can take it slow’ said into a makeout that is proving you absolutely cannot and we both know it]

James: [a noise of agreement like mhmm yep also into the makeout while he’s undressing the bottom half of this gal not at all slowly or casually and starting to touch her, stealing the thumb trick to use indecently on her here, soz not soz it’s gotta be done]

Ava: [when you’re trying SO hard to stay quiet that the only acceptable next step is putting this condom on with your mouth because you literally cannot, getting on your knees on the floor of this car like remember when because all the memories are necessary]

James: [STARING at her exactly like he did when she first did that, not even intentionally echoing it we’re just that !! again that we cannot look away, but reciting something to her because he could not get his words out that day to read anything we all remember but on this occasion he has gotta, I like to think it’s the last line he has written in his fancy notebook, as she’ll find out when she reads it all, because this is a goodbye but not really, it’s only a goodbye for now, a whisper not only because they gotta be quiet but also because his voice is hoarse]

Ava: [when you can’t help but keep LOOKING up at him with big eyes because you really do love listening to him and especially when it’s something he’s written, which just hits different to whenever it’s a quote from another author; trying to concentrate though because you wanna do this properly but also as hot as possible]

James: [aw how adorably blushy he will be from her looking at him like that and from saying something that feels the most finished of any of the stuff he’s told or read to her so far because it’s made it into the fancy notebook, love that for you sir]

Ava: [all the encouragement you need to be honest, out here forgetting that you’re meant to be hooking up because you’re just enjoying watching his reactions and only getting to make your own out of view of this driver/quiet in comparison to how you would]

James: [we love when anyone forgets a time limit or where they are, what a mood, especially for y’all rn as you’re gonna have to go the longest you have since you got together without seeing each other when that time limit hits, live your best lives, including this man once again pulling her hair and PRESSING on the neck lovebite he never leaves alone]

Ava: [not wasted time when you are SO about giving this boy pleasure and seeing him get to lose control, even if you must maintain some here, as much as you can get away with]

James: [he is eventually gonna have to drag her back to him though if only to avoid being LOUD and losing it more than y’all can get away with, I say as if a brazen hookup isn’t about to ensue here lol and clearly in a much more extra position than her just being vaguely subtle in his lap because there’s no chill to be found, he’ll be here throwing this girl onto the seat on her back with her legs raised so dramatically that she’s basically folded in half, nothing casual about any of it, her ankles are as close to her head and shoulders as possible, thank the lord for a privacy screen and a list of car sex positions calling this one the seashell haha]

Ava: [well that’s very appropriate, you sea witch, about that for you, entirely about how shameless it is because you so rarely get to be, at least for now, so have at it lads, lose yourself over it]

James: [he will be trying to run his mouth because feelings are too high, giving her in the moment poetry basically as per, but you’re both welcome that you’re gonna have to kiss so much to shh because I’m not dropping an ILY on this day]

Ava: [we all know y’all are being the most extra, we’re here saying everything but, just all the whispered sweet nothings right now]

James: [you both gotta do what you gotta do rn and we gotta let y’all, within reason, but the driver and sleeping baby Jay are both welcome that you’re somehow managing not to be screaming crying in this car and that it won’t last forever because of how worked up you already were]

Ava: [baby Jay gonna have to sleep through a lot, I’m sure, so you’re safe, we’re allowing that, just like we’re allowing you to both die here without anything stopping y’all, it’s the least we can do considering]

James: [mhmm, they need it and they need the recovery time snuggle he’ll be pulling her into immediately afterwards lying here on this car seat because don’t wanna be separated and it’s getting closer and realer]

Ava: [can’t even think about it because crying is not an option when he already feels bad enough going for all the reasons he doesn’t want to himself, so probably just here being quiet, holding him to us like someone is trying to snatch him right this second]

James: [tea, we all know he wants to cry himself too, for all the reasons, and that there’s so much he wants to tell her about how his entire fam not just his wife suck but cannot bring himself to because where to even start with that and what a miserable convo to have, so here sad as hell, trying to write on her like she’s a piece of paper and his fingertips are a pen but still not knowing what to say so it’s just a few half finished words she wouldn’t be able to decode before he gives up and is just holding her as tight as he can as well]

Ava: [it’s coming but definitely not one you can fit into the now as we sadly redress ourself because can’t get out of this car semi-naked, nor can you put this task off forever when you’ll be there before you know it]

James: [helping her in that effortless like a dad way, so lovingly, whether that’s doing a zip up or some buttons or straightening the clothes, whatever the vibes, just being soft and tender about it, same goes for her hair that he’s really messed up, gently smoothing it off her face and clothes and then tying it up for her because he can, he’s a girl dad (hate that phrase had to use it to make myself lol at the cringe because the vibes are sad atm) passing her the bag he packed for her so even if she doesn’t look in it yet she can hug that to her for the added comfort and reminder she has all that to look forward to]

Ava: [do hug this towards you and also bring your knees up to your chest, resting your head back on him and reaching to find his hand because you can’t verbalise anything right now but you need to be with him for every second you can steal here]

James: [hold her hand and do a lil kiss on her head when she rests it on you, using his other arm to pull her in even closer to him somehow and keeping it wrapped around her, whispering her name with all the feeling ever, savouring the fact he can still say it for now even if there is a massive tinge of sadness in his tone here]

Ava: [shaking your head, slowly so you cut down on some of the drama but you’re like I truly will cry, you can’t do this to me boy lol, hiding in his chest like nope]

James: [letting her hide there because he wouldn’t be able to deal with seeing her face rn, they are both too close to crying, saying ‘I wish I’d picked [insert a flower here that is seasonal and maybe grows in the park they were in]’ because what he’s saying is that if he had they could’ve used it as a countdown for when the flower blooms/she could’ve picked the petals/any of that kind of nonsense, saying this as if he was SUCH a fool not to think of it, despite how clearly distracted in all the ways he was]

Ava: [‘you will have given me a way to count the days’ quiet because of how you’re laying but he’ll be able to hear despite the small voice ‘I’d like to stop until you get back’ like you can just be frozen in space and time and not deal]

James: [‘yes, but’ not finishing his sentence because it doesn’t need to be said that nothing he has given her feels like enough for how big these feelings are rn, besides which he’s then distracted by how much he HATES the idea of her being frozen waiting for him when he feels like he was before he met her, waiting for his life to be less shit and what he loves most about her is how she’s brought him to life and we’re not trying to switch places/drag her down to that, SUCH a frown because cannot express all of this ‘oh’ as small but so no no its tone ‘I’d hate to think of you akin to my broken watch’]

Ava: [giving him a little squeeze, the pressure incomparable to what it usually is, ‘sorry’ still entirely sincere though because we’re trying so hard not to do this, to make it worse ‘I’ll try’]

James: [making a comforting sound to go with the touches he is doing like shh it’s okay ‘don’t be, darling’ as sincerely because gotta feel how we feel ‘you are trying, very hard, I know that, I feel that’ emphasis on the word feel, touching her chest like there]

Ava: [hugging him truly like a child now, sorry about that, digging our fingers into your arms now with a different but still intense as hell energy, the dad energy got to us ‘I’ll be good’ and we really mean it]

James: [we’re not soz, hug it out lads, a nod like I know you will be ‘of course, you’re my good girl’ the first time we’ve ever said my instead of a, because gotta in this moment]

Ava: [🥺 x a billion as we’re making some effort to actually look at you again because can’t not in this moment ‘what do you want?’ in a I will give you whatever you want energy]

James: [‘this’ because she is all he wants and it cannot and will not be overstated ‘you’ as if he needed to make it clearer because the 🥺 are forcing him lol]

Ava: [nodding even though your face is an inch from his right now and you could say it or just kiss him but you need to do the most with this movement and the way you can use it to brush your lips against his because so serious]

James: [me here like don’t you DARE say ILY rn because I nearly typed it then haha, instead brush your cheek against hers with identically slow almost tortuous energy, blowing away a strand of hair that has escaped his updo he did for her already with his !! breathing]

Ava: [my boo says shut your whore mouth, sir, your feels are so dangerously high lads, this is not a safe space rn lol, here fixing his hair with shaky hands because you can’t deal]

James: [honestly, I say not yet bitch it is simply too soon, you will wait goddamn it, not him taking her shaky hands and kissing them over and over like he can fix it, I’m fine]

Ava: [smiling at him, genuinely even if it’s one of those almost crying kind of smiles, shaking your head like you can pull yourself together, ‘when we get to mine, you should just let me go, let this be it’ because you are gonna have to RUN inside your house to not be sobbing on these streets and begging him not to go, you know it]

James: [holding her head so gently in both his hands for a sec, tucking that tricksy strand of hair behind her ear like oh you behave yourself, opening his mouth to disagree but knowing she’s right, a look over at his sleeping child like true because can’t just leave her in the car forever with an unknown man driving it while you scream and cry, reaching to similarly stroke baby Jay’s hair with all the love like okay yes, my mind is made up, that’s what we shall do]

Ava: [doing an even sadder smile because it is what needs to be done, doesn’t mean we’re happy about it]

James: [looking at her like but you aren’t home yet because true, before he’s kissing her again, trying to put all the emotions into it that they don’t know how to/we won’t let them verbalise]

Ava: [literally just passionately kiss until you get to her address because there is nothing else you can say or do lads]

James: [agreed, it’s the mood and it’s the moment, open her car door for her like an old fashioned gentleman when y’all do get there but you gotta just stand there and watch her go inside then you’re not allowed to follow however tempted you are to walk her to her door, those are the rules]

Ava: [sorry to not let you be a full gentleman but we really do have to run, no looking back allowed, praying you can avoid your parents and get to your room before you have your meltdown]

James: [baze like hello??! You sir you get back in the car and you be driven the short distance home, you’ve avoided it for as long as you can unfortunately]

Ava: [me like do I let you message him the minute you’re going through this bag or do I make you wait because you think that’s the right thing to do lol]

James: [I say wait because you’re trying to do the right thing, it feels real]

Ava: [okay, so this is giving the next day, we’ve had a night of being the drama, pining, the full nine yards, he should be there now and thus it’s ‘appropriate’ to check in]

Ava: Have you had chance to check out the spa facilities yet?

Ava: I’ve read [the letter that’s most appropriate for your emo mood], thank you

James: No, thank you for your continued prioritisation of my well-being, unfortunately, I regret to inform you, I haven’t 

James: soon perhaps

James: I’m sorry you felt so [however is letter appropriate] last night

Ava: It’s the only appropriate way for me to feel, however comforting the jumper is, it can only give me so much

Ava: I can’t trust anyone else to prioritise it, I could book you in for treatment myself, I’ve checked their website

James: Jay made me read [the book Ava got her] to her [an insane number of times, idk I don’t have a child I read bedtime stories to], if that’s any consolation

Ava: I am pleased she likes it

Ava: sorry that I did not have enough time to get you a book that’s a bit more challenging though

James: Apologies aren’t necessary, it was a thoughtful gift and the reading of it reminds me of you

Ava: You’re the thoughtful one, I can only aim to be a lacklustre second

James: Your aim would have to be woefully off not to be first in everything, and it isn’t

Ava: That does remind me, are you the second or the third of your name?

James: The third, why?

Ava: I have to know what to call the bear, of course

James: I see

Ava: It would feel wrong to give him another name

James: I can’t argue with that, he was deliberately chosen in my image

Ava: I’ll cover his fuzzy ears if I call you cuter 

James: You must, I insist

Ava: How is it, is it okay?

James: My sister didn’t come, which whilst it feels unjust to me personally, being given no such out, her absence will prevent numerous arguments

Ava: What excuse did she come up with?

James: Her husband-to-be has to work and she can’t possibly holiday without him, especially with us

Ava: Hmm, I do appreciate her sentiment 

Ava: I’d love to have an excuse like that to hand 

James: As do I, alas none of mine carry the same weight

Ava: Doesn’t your sister work for your dad too? I feel like Teddy has said so before now

James: Yes, she went to King’s before that as well, naturally

James: it’s all an enforced family affair

Ava: Wow, that’s all very… close

Ava: Is that how you feel, close to them?

James: My father’s approach to everything is too coercive to feel anything but contrived, be it a career path or what should be legitimate family ties, I’m afraid

James: I keep trying though, to form bonds in spite of him, or perchance to spite him

Ava: That’s clear, I would say you’re where you are now not just for your wife, by any means

James: Thank you

James: but enough about them, which letter are you in the mood to read currently?

Ava: [a happier one because getting to talk to you has made us feel slightly better is the vibe]

James: I’m relieved you’re feeling a little better too, I’ll admit my own mood has been transformed after hearing from you

Ava: I don’t wish to keep you, well, no, I absolutely do but if you have to go, at any point, feel entirely free to

Ava: I don’t know what the rules are here

James: I think the rules are ours to create

Ava: Isn’t that a nice thought

James: It’s a pleasant reminder that freedom does still exist

Ava: This is freedom, to be, textbook definition

Ava: no logic or rationale can be applied to how much I need you

James: It’s not a nice thought how scarce my opportunities are, and will be, to take care of that need for you

James: I’m sorry, I wish I was more available

Ava: Me too but I’ve always understood that you won’t be, so it’s okay

Ava: I don’t entirely hate the idea of being driven mad by the desire, really

James: No, there are worse things to be driven mad by, that’s a good point

Ava: Loneliness and boredom spring to mind, all too readily

James: Yes, they’re determined to be at the forefront

Ava: I’m going to trek to [another obscure bookshop, assumedly] today, on the authority of [the man at the bookshop you sent us to before you left], but that’s as busy as I can bear to be with anything that isn’t related to you and what you left me

James: [nerd out about that bookshop and any others that are nearby because you’re that sort of bear and it’s cute + a good way to show how easily you lose track of time when talking to this gal/don’t wanna be on this fam holiday]

Ava: [likewise join in and tell him how little you’ve read of the book he left for you because can’t concentrate yet for lovesick reasons]

James: [talk to her too about the chapter he read aloud to her because he would’ve sent her that last night/v early this morning as he does every night without fail even though they didn’t have a chance to talk or anything then and always wanna know what she thinks of it]

Ava: [have your little book club, try not to die too hard about how into it you are whenever he reads to you]

James: [it’s deserved while you can cos he’s gonna be killing himself trying to keep his child vaguely entertained on this not kid friendly hol]

Ava: [catch your father inevitably working from the bar/seeing if he can have his own extramarital affair as per, your mother and Chlo having all the spa treatments and Teddy trying to entertain himself any way he can as per, thanks guys lol, at least her parents are helpful]

James: [you’ve nailed it there boo, thank god for Chlo’s parents and the fact she can’t get as wasted as Teddy and his mum will because of being preggo, we take what silver linings we can get]

Ava: [unlucky slag, I’m sure you push your glass of wine to a very big glass undoubtedly but no one wants you fucking with this child so you will not be enabled to be worse than you are]

James: [you could get away with it when nobody knew and I’m sure you did hun but everyone is aware now, except Ava, soz girl]

Ava: [oh the unfortunate drama of it all, would you like to do someone else now, as we’ve got this vibe set?]

James: [I’m down to, lemme just have James leave the chat and then we can decide what we fancy doing]

James: Excuse me, but with the heaviest heart and sincerest apologies imaginable, I have to go

Ava: Ah, not at all

Ava: Perhaps I will get to speak to you tonight?

Ava: Good luck

James: I hope so

James: enjoy [the bookshop and the others he mentioned] until then

Ava: 💙

[fkyumerica]

david shot his dad in elementry school, took his car, and 8 girl wives

i said no

he thinks everyone he sees is his wife

https://www.facebook.com/friends/suggestions/?profile_id=100000345692854 this might be ghostmanes face falling down

surgery

how many other boys did

they injected me with 8 kilos of crystal meth

lindita and her family would go out and live as barns

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thats them

they shoved everyone out of their house at other people

and kept doing that

go fuck each other

alabama

him and chad callahan

and other gay boys

brett

timmy devin

greg

craig

cody

jeffery

small?

not man gross?

gay

her too?

gay

i eat and shower all the time

says she is erin branka

honey booboo their kid, and alexis the older one he went with

he is chipper

david

they rent out those apartments behind the hannibal lecter prison cell

wendys

the gas vents open up there

into those rooms

to fuck in

wooo eyes

they all do it

the it crowd

you havent had a look

slang

whose hot

you

he went with paris hilton

brett's dad

laura

lindita was honey boo boo

brett and paris hilton's child, mate her away from me

maid marium

they made her a orangutang

as a infant

free food

alexis was fucking him in front of church

holy communion day

I did not want to have a celebration after

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFSpTJ9cCzM they wear other fake face pieces just to lie

he is divine

mental retardation

no i am your child you cant tell me anything

to anyone

they say it and do it

now i sit here till we fight

and i get others to have sex with you too

for freesome

anything today

woo touch anyone

brett wanted to steal the gayest ones to make others suffer

caligula/tom/brett after fucking paris hilton/britnee he was brad

so did his gay two timing dad

jim

jo fake law cops

lori fake stores

and fake banks

then back to jo go in it

follow each other

i fuck you both in the woods

deliverence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7umYXThzhg8 every breathe you take i breathe out alcohol and you cum with me

they all will and you dont believe it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08l16I3Ab3c here is his retarded black family pushing buttons everywhere cant figure anything out

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvRQz16DaiE i was going to go to allen park high school with them

david brass knuckle hit me twice in the back of my head

trying to get into my house

hid like leon

broke in and raped me

kissing the back of my head

standing up

num nuts

he even had a gun at him on stage so i couldn't get together with twiggy

old black men hid as kids to live next door to me

about 15 in a line to rape me every night

they do it they saw it

me unconscious

and chris pig kisses them thank you

they all would willingly fuck each other

i wouldent

it was pig group mate a couple years

then the ones who didnt

go at all of them and attack with kids since

cant call us together to calm us down

he took a razor blade to my shirt to cut it off at their concert

david did

then anne marie came over with a knife at me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1b04q67zDig this could be her and she keeps inviting korn guys over

to ruin your shit

shooters need to be stationed at their designated areas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wU3KWXx21s kenan and kel at beginning

is them

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-uxyptLEhc they get taught by male transvesdite strippers

taking off their cock is the transvesdite

hopping and living in and out of anyones backyard

that masked african dancer, they made a battle to fk him after

i know how to pamper her

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZmYffwjXMI my sweet 16 was a pop up tent hahaha

I didnt like that shit

they leave the transvesdites at anyone

the guy her husband doesnt look like to make her hotter

their sons, gay white sailor men do this

jlos?

billionare club

sofia bogard she left she he goes here to this one if she looked like him more

mother

and kids to me hi im tom

move in and hey youre my gays

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=122114112146104812&set=gm.1576440763186957&idorvanity=920777885419918 no. you want to watch sports with us.

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=339172432147405&set=a.121466250584692 she was 28 and steve irwin's daughter on right, she robbed them and a bunch of other houses of their money

each house had stacks of 100s

that girl let her do it she got high, left

then right, thomas edison's family, kept building their same house over and over again

to the right, left, out

and she thought she ran every store

kimberly/courtney love/nancy/speugen/anne marie is her

and stephanie, left, turned into lori

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10160199791947198&set=gm.6667663779998443&idorvanity=1624257187672486 this was both their moms the whole time and she robbed everyone

and she made fun of me at homecoming looked like i had to shit

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=7176505942399042&set=gm.1280407412656770&idorvanity=1107035629993950 they are this family, and the tv show families

no ceiling new home

why do i do it for the experience i dont know if id like it or not

so i try it ehh

it was go to college

party

slept with like 30 girls already right up to them hi

they will remember me forever

date all of them

some pregnant whoa wtf stay with me

for a girl, party, date all the guys, one proposes whoa what will it be? come home with me and they get married as a joke if their parents force them to

then they attack their parents

and she robs that guy

gave her a ring

old women say about it hey get a ring

it always meant that

and get pregnant at 12 or 7 you can be fat

i did at 14

we look old now wtf wee

there needs to be a dna database, of age, who is genetically related

and blood type, which weather area they live in and are from

and are designated to

and where they went and are and did

i guess i have to run it D:

elizabeth bell was dj on full house

jo was tilly the neighbor

daria was dj

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=6758861787525659&set=gm.6807059089412827&idorvanity=902050169913778 national lampoon, jo's parents, the ones in the show

everyones parents get the discount

the friend with black hair is jo

the sister they said was me or another retarded girl

and the guy is her dad when she can date him

or david bowie

ryan?

retarded and wasted so you feel safe

stop and stand in there trent

he is ryan too

jo/sarah shephered/sarah smith with a skin penis

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=379535231305933&set=a.182938574298934 jo

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what it was growing up

I had to compete with this thing at 5

so it would go

there were different groups of women

to how men would date them

and they bring them together

and attack everything

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=665795712367460&set=a.410519197895114 did elizabeth bell cheat

if she lost weight i knew she whored, and i would only think it was from that nothing else

and her with those people at a high school it is it right there her whoreing

she might of gave birth to three at once at age seven

wayne and anne marie had a kid it was her elizabeth bell/lori if she gets tased the guy on the right will date her in that show what we do in the shadows

rudy is wayne

ruined the south

edison

tom has a gun

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pfffft

shes dead already

angela might be their original mother

of mary sue and anne marie

and lori and david

her dad shot her the cleaner is him, didnt want her alive anymore

goes in those apartments behind wendys

i dunno she looked like her (didnt have a look guy is him)

she said she is jo's mom too

then her parents, sean and penny

then their parents, tom and britnee

tom is edison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlAg13gLuB8 tom and britnee

they piss on themselves and that is how they talk

ooh ooh ooh

and smell like old people

celine and james

then oral sex then they talk to their family

and cecilia the granddaughter

backpack of money

hands it out to all her family to have the same eyes

marie antoinette was that stephanie from full house

same as the movie

two older women mated with alden, had their kids go in a toy store unattended, and ran out of the store with the toy for their mom to come in

ashley and hailey gibson, were black, natalie and michelle, and in destinys child

with their moms

the two smoking sisters in simpsons

18:20 him talking to them too

and joooooooooo the daughter with her mouth had to teach her how to be sexy

for kids

19:00 mary kate olsen

is her

and woo what a roller coaster ride

abandon it all

getting hit once was it

they can tell what these kids look like to kill these women, they leave it with a man

dark hair, they have it on them walking around

white guys will shower and leave it

dark hair men do not

and white old men will leave it in a house

goes for the ride wooo then a stop and drop off

princess dress

[songs-about-girls-like-me]

chapter 6: the school camp pt.2, romance defeat

In an obvious turn of events, I found myself in the bathrooms mirror and still didn't like my look for the disco. Not that it was bad, it just didn't have the vibe that I wanted… and I looked underdressed as hell. But I decided again to not let that make me feel stupid or ruin my night. The idea of a dark place blasting music was so exciting for me, like a concert or a club and I was ready to dance my heart out. Nothing was stopping me from dancing, not even my ugly shirt.

The september air was fresh and the sun was just finishing setting as I left the sinks with my long shadow. I walked pass the stone benches where most of the girls were sitting and made my way to the path of gravel to wait.

"Hey" one of my classmates was there too.

"Hey" I said back.

"Are you excited? Do I look alright?" She seemed nervous, with a glimpse of a rush in her eyes. I understood the feeling and broke into a smile, excited, though I praised myself for looking chiller. I looked so chill. Maybe a bit too chill, but whatever.

"Yea, you look great" I said to her. The sun had disappeared between the trees in a matter of seconds and it was officially dark now.

"Thanks!" She sighed. She was significantly taller than me and was kinda popular, but in a way where she was more like... an exact live version of an insecure pawn to the actual popular girls, like in a disney channel movie type of way. I noticed she was wearing lip gloss and felt a bit like a baby bug next to her. I guessed she had something to talk about, and me, being so extremely low profile made her trust in my secretiveness. "Rees. I like someone, do you want to know who he is?" There it was. A smirk crossed my face. I loved secrets almost more than anything.

"Yea, tell me"

Our instructors were now asking us to follow them.

"Girls, follow the line, let's get back to the house!"

"You promise-promise to keep it a secret?"

"Yes, duh"

"I like [random boy]" said Emma as we walked up the path of gravel. In the dark, I managed to hide a grimace from her. I'd known girls found him cool and hot, but hearing it in the flesh was crazy. He was popular, but had zero appeal in my eyes. He looked like an ugly TV host to me, with a horrid gelled hairstyle.

"Oh, cool" I assured her.

"Do you think he could like me? Like… do I look nice?" I though she should care about anything else but that dude. I didn't find her cool (mostly because of this insecure pawn attitude she had) but still: it was insane that she liked him. I just guessed love was like that.

"Sure!" I nodded my head as we made our way around a flower bed of violets. "He- you're awesome Em." I had to suppress my disapproval on her crush while I tried giving her my take on what she should do, cause she kept asking. [Random boy] was ugly but "cool/popular" and I guessed that's just school hierarchy. Then my heart started feeling the electronic dance pop coming our way from the main living room in the house.

The disco was mid but it felt like a big deal, and I liked the fact that the space had a lot of windows, all with a dark view to the woods and they had an actual disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Our teacher, a 40something man with a really funny vibe who said math was "his passion", was there as a chaperone/ adult in charge and he helped making strobe lights with a lantern. Half an hour later, the room was stupidly hot with tween's sweat despite the weather being around 12°C and they had already played Pa Panamericano by "Yolanda be Cool and DCUP" twice. I was having fun, and appreciated that the music was actually really really loud, to the point where it was hard to talk over it. Ella and I had danced together to some songs and got really excited when they played California Gurls cause it was the song our teacher was choreographing in Jazz. But when some Ke$ha or Jason Derulo got played, I would become someone unrecognizable. TiK ToK was already an anthem and I felt great to be able to dance to it in a party type of context. I tried hard to not feel shy. I knew I could be cool and have fun, and so I kept dancing, with my hands in the air and moving my hips like yea.

A group of girls with boys started forming in one of the corners of the room, leaving out everyone but the "popular crowd" to dance between them like they were any different from the rest of my classmates. Like we were all kids, except for them who were actually cool and grown-ups, and were actually meant to be in this party scene.

I didn't care about other girls outdoing me in terms of hair or clothes, or the fact that they had more friends or those aeropostale shirts. I didn't mind if they were closer to our teachers, or talked to boys. Or the fact that I was wearing my grass-stained jeans tonight and they had brought body mist. But for some reason I minded the dancing.  And the popular girls had this obnoxious air about them while dancing, as if they could dance better than the rest of us girls. They, and specially Mia (yes, the one who had cursed on the name of Jazz and then found it too hard) were now showing off their dance skills as if they deserved to be thought of as "cooler than everyone else". I couldn't help but care. They all were dancing in a group mixed with girls and boys. I needed to prove to myself that I could be seen dancing. And I kept catching Mia, looking conceited, with her eyes closed and slightly uncordinated arms, quietly making everyone agree to her being the coolest newest most awesome girl here. And I cared. I was not going to silently agree to her being awesome. I knew I was a better dancer. To the trained eye (meaning, me) she even looked clumsy, while everyone liked how she danced.

So I danced and when I felt shy I reminded myself that my dance teacher had given me a little more attention lately, and I forced myself to losen up and listen carefully to the music (which is what I do even to this day lol). I danced telling myself I was really cool and then at some point I decided I needed water. The place was really dark as I crossed the room and got to the hallway leading to a second lobby where they had put out a cart with small plastic cups of water. The lights were dim, coming from the kitchen in the next room. Aaaand I lowkey knew Brody was going to be there and that's why I chose to get water right at that moment, even if part of me thought I was being insane.

"Hey" I picked up a cup from the cart. He was wearing a padded black nylon jacket that seemed too warm. I would always forget how “whatever” he actually made me feel. His outfit was better than mine but I reassured myself that my vibe was cooler. I was chill and outgoing.

"Hi" he said.

"Needed some water" I drank from the small cup, finishing half the water in one go.

"Same." He seemed nervous. Or maybe he was just sweaty. The vibe between us was a bit weirder than usual but I still wanted more water.

"I'm having fun, are you?" I tried to make conversation.

"Yes. Kinda needed a break"

"Yea. It's so hot." He nodded and I drank water. He drank water too. "Aren't you hot?" I asked, noticing beads of sweat on his face.

"Yes! I actaully am. I should take-" He stopped mid-sentence and took the jacket off.

These cups were probably the ones they used to make 100ml lime jelly for our dessert, and when I finished two of them, I took them to a trash can nearby. I picked up a third cup. We were too quiet for a second. And then for another second. I didn’t know what I had expected or wanted from this scene. I didn't like him like that, he was just a boy, and a short one at that.

"Oh, you're here?" a voice appeared from the hallway. It was Mia, and her blonde curls made an actual cool look, even if it was a bit messy with the humid air. "Oh, you took your jacket off? Why? It's kinda cold." Brody and I had been talking from across the cart and I almost felt she didn't notice me cause I was standing 1 metter away from him. But I knew it was impossible.

"Do you want my jacket?" Brody stepped up to her, looking a bit more confident for the first Time.

"Yes, sure." Mia turned around to face me but avoided eye contact while he put the jacket on her shoulders. I suddenly felt as if I shouldn't be there. But I was there first and I actually wanted water so I tried my best to pretend I though nothing about it. I took another sip from my cup. "Thanks.” She gave him a smile. “Come on, let's get back!! Wooo!" she said.

"Sure!" He said meeting her energy.

I was left alone with my water. I felt pissed off. And I felt young looking at them act like that, even if they didn't even looked cool. She took him so swiftly though, I was lowkey impressed even if I was also pissed. I could’ve never done that. It didn't really matter if she took him, cause I never would've. I wasn't decided on anything like that.

I kept thinking. Mia and Brody made no sense together. She was way "cooler" than him. And she didn't seem emotionally involved at all. I thought someone had probably matched them together. I could see Miles, Brody’s friend, behind it. He was the one trying to create a scene that day he told me Rome thought I was pretty, or liked me or whatever it was. Somehow I had no doubts, it was Miles. Either way, Brody wasn't anything mine or even close to me, and I was okay with that. I accepted my defeat on romantic drama for the night, knowing the only bubbly feeling a would get in my heart was the beat of the music inside my chest, and I took the third plastic cup to the trash. It was good that I didn't actually liked lame ass Brody, and the fact that I could keep on dancing all night (at least until 9 or 10pm) .There it was, a beat I recognized making a fuzz inside my heart: it was Justin. The first notes of Baby were playing in the main room and so I sprinted my way back to the hall. "Ohhh, Ohhh" I was screaming and was physically caught to stop my run by a bunch of my nice girls classmates, just in time for Justin to start singing the first verse.

#chapter 6 #chapter six #the school camp #romance defeat

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AHHH IM HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT YOU REALLY DID DESERVE IT

If namjoon cried in front of me you best believe I’m climbing over peoples heads to console that man

And the Aquarium sounds really fun I’m happy you enjoyed Santa Monica but it’s sad you literally just missed on JK 😭

i know another anon said they were jealous of you going to a concert but I don’t want you to be offended by that please! Thanks for your wishes for the rest of army to see them as well

i think it’s better you didn’t focus on taking photos and videos either because then you would have been watching through a screen and not taken everything else in

I was so worried that we weren't going to get the tickets, and then it would have felt like a waste of money for us to go out there, and then I was worried she wouldn't really enjoy the concert, but I think we both really had a good time.

My friend looked at me when Joon started crying because she knew I would be and damn was I. I love that man. He deserves every ounce of love we give him, truly.

The aquarium was so much fun! We both took really cool picks of the jelly fish while we were there and now they're our lock screens lol. Also at some point we found a shop while out that sold plushies and so now we have matching plushies lol. Santa Monica was really nice! It was Friday when we went and the sun was out but it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold by the water and we just had a good time at the pier and in the area.

Bestie, the way I hung my head when I saw he was in SM... it was so delusional of me lmao but I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did. The video he got of the sunset is actually phenomenal and I like seeing them do like mundane things you know?? For a long time it felt like BTS couldn't even breathe without people jumping down their throats about it but it seems to have cooled off scrutiny wise. So I hope they really enjoy this break and have a good time, social media updates or not (I'll just have to dream about bumping into JK ;;--;; we were like passing ships in the night... lmao)

Also I don't even remember someone saying they were jealous. If they did I just took it as a joke, you know? But I do hope army's that can afford it can go, they're so much fun. I don't agree with fans like are like "you should only go to one concert" I say if you have the resources and time to devote you should go to as many as you want.

I will say that trying to focus on the stage and focusing on the big screen was rough, I kept bouncing back and forth. I think I eventually settled on the screen for most of the actual performances because it was kind of hard to see them on stage (they really did look like ants...)

Here's like, one good picture I got. They spelled out BTS LA 2021 for a bit. I'm so bummed I didn't get a pic of the lights for Jins birthday.

#anon #answered #also my friend was a little confused by light sticks at first #she thought it was like a bts only thing #and then i got to tell her about how like ALL kpop grouos have lightsticks and official colors and fandom names and stuff #she was flabbergasted #she had so many questions about stan culture #we sat on the pier talking about it for a while im sure anyone that walked by was like wtf #she likes twice too... makes me want to keep an eye out for twice concerts and see if she wants to go lol #also i did send her a screenshot of the seoul concerts and she was like omg how fun would it be if we went #and i was thinking to myself dont push this its going to be expensive youll get your hopes up and then not be able to afford to go #hey i need a sugar daddy