#sorry to this interviewer but these guys are the best i would eat this shit UPPP if i was him. like i already am

[wellenklavier]

much to think about. - florian dropping the hardest line ever ('we succeed' ...) - Receive our music Very Deeply - ralf is going to ~inflict injury~ on this interviewer - the audience are patients in their hands..... - poor interviewer is sooo put off. "oohh its frightening im horrified" well shut up im built different and this is kinda hot

#theyre def fucking with this guy a little but i also feel like they believe it asdfghgfds #sorry to this interviewer but these guys are the best i would eat this shit UPPP if i was him. like i already am #i could talk about Why the brits dont like them very much but im having too much fun rn #kraftwerk

[tojiluv]

EYES DON'T LIE — choso kamo [chapter nine]

description: in which a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband… OR in which you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.

warnings: nsfw near the end. sexual tension. choso’s a flirt.

notes: last chapter for now as i will be taking a break for my exams for a week or two. i'll update again if i have time but please be patient and wait for the comeback lol.

You didn’t even attempt to get off at your stop; instead, you waited for the next one to come by before realizing you were heading to his and Yuji’s home with an anxious heart. Still clad in your work uniform, you made it up the steps with a boost of confidence, only to crumble at the sight of the front door.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you hesitated to ring the doorbell. You knew Yuji wasn’t home today; he had informed you over text that he was watching a late-night basketball game with Toge and Megumi.

You kept pacing, your purse swinging against your side with each agitated step, thoughts swirling in your head about how to approach this. What if he didn't want to see you? What if your theory about his confession was wrong? What if he rejected your attempts?

But before you could overthink it any further, you took a deep breath and rang the bell.

A few seconds passed, and you found yourself second-guessing your decision. “Fuck, this was a bad idea. I should go —”

Before you could even attempt to bolt, the door swung open, revealing Choso standing on the other side... shirtless, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Hey," He said, his voice soft and welcoming. "I wasn't expecting to see you. Uh, Yuji’s not home —"

You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how to begin, struggling to keep your eyes from wandering to his naked chest. "Uh, I know. I’m actually here to see you… can I come in?" You confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Choso’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting that, before nodding quickly to let you in. Stepping into the home, you felt your anxiety ease slightly as the atmosphere was always cozy and inviting. The comforting scent of incense filled the air, and the soft glow of the television in the living room added to the peaceful ambiance, always welcoming you.

"Take a seat. Uh, let me go grab a shirt," He murmured, realizing he wasn't dressed properly in front of a lady, before rushing back to his room.

You nodded and sat on the couch, wringing your hands together as you tried to gather your thoughts. A few seconds later, Choso came down the stairs, this time wearing a gray sweater. You felt a tiny bit disappointed, but his presence beside you was calming and reassuring for some odd reason.

He cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting slightly. “Do you want anything to eat or drink…?”

You shook your head, a small smile present on your lips from his offer. “I’m okay, thank you though.”

Choso nodded, his gaze flickering around the room for a bit before taking a seat on the couch beside you, his eyes back on you as he waited for your reason for showing up.

Shit, this is a bit awkward, you cried inwardly.

“I’m sorry for coming here unannounced. I didn’t have your number, and Yuji told me you would be home today… so yeah,” You rambled a bit, your voice trembling slightly from the nerves.

Choso looked at you, concern evident in his expression. “I understand. What's on your mind?”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to reveal. “It’s about that interview… the one your group did yesterday,” You began, your words tumbling out in a rush. “I watched it last night. I didn’t really expect you guys to show up randomly on my TV.”

You let out an airy laugh, the nerves kicking in much harder as you rambled. However, Choso let out a small chuckle at your joke, helping to ease the tension.

You continued, “I don’t know if I’m overthinking it but… what you said about the future girls of your dreams,”

He listened quietly, his expression unreadable in your eyes. 

“Was that about… me?” You felt somewhat embarrassed asking him this. “I—I mean like, uh, you know —“

Choso reached out and took your hand in his, his touch gentle and comforting. You slightly flinched at the familiar coldness of his hands enveloping yours, glancing down as you grappled with your true feelings for the man in front of you. Was it desire or something else?

“If that’s what you’re asking, then, yes, it was,” Choso confirmed, observing your face heat up at his direct tone.

I was right then… But why?

Seeking reassurance from his comforting touch, you gathered the confidence needed to be more direct. It was now or never.

“So, about that and never forgetting that moment… why did you say that on live television?” You didn’t quite grasp that part; why confess something so personal and than swiftly change the subject?

Choso rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, his eyes flickering between yours with a palpable tension.

“I know you’d come that way,” He stated, his desire for you evident in his expression.

Your mouth parted, caught off guard by his response, especially his indication of wanting something more. Yet, deep down, you understood. The tension between you had been palpable, evident whenever your eyes met or during natural conversations like the one in the kitchen a few days prior. However, you couldn't comprehend how he could be okay with this, knowing that you were Yuji’s best friend.

Choso waited patiently for your response, sensing the conflict within you. He didn’t want to pressure you; instead, he simply wanted to express how he felt, true to the promise you both made not to hide anything.

He sighed. "I know this may be too much, especially given the circumstances we're under. I just thought you should know... but I understand the promise we made,"

“I don’t regret it.”

You tightened your grip around his hand, lifting your head to convey the depth of emotions stirred by his words. Choso looked puzzled, unsure of your intentions.

"The night of the party, you said you didn’t regret it even after knowing who I was… I feel the same way,” You confessed, glancing down at your intertwined hands.

“I just didn’t know if it was right to admit that too, especially knowing that I was keeping this secret from Yuji. But no matter how many times I try to push it away… I’ve been feeling different about what happened between us.”

You pushed past the boundary you both promised not to break, unable to retract the words you'd been struggling to admit. Quickly turning your head to focus on the television channel, you couldn't bring yourself to meet his intense gaze any longer, feeling shy after your confession.

But earlier, you had told yourself to move on from this, yet now you were doing the opposite.

Suddenly, two fingers gently pressed underneath your chin, tilting your head upward to meet his eyes once more. This time, you could see a hint of yearning in his gaze, causing your body to feel much warmer than before.

Choso tilted his head, studying your features intently as your lips parted, the minimal distance between you now barely existent. You caught the sly glance he made at your parted lips before he returned his focus to your eyes, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

"Tell me what you want," He voiced, his fingers still holding your face to ensure you wouldn’t look away from him again.

You gulped quietly, the sound of the television fading into the background as your beating heart became the only thing you could hear. The way he was speaking to you was causing you to fumble over what was right and wrong, and right now, what you both were instigating definitely went against what your mind was shouting.

Yet, despite the internal conflict, your body leaned further into his touch.

What do I truly desire?

“I—” Another glance was made towards the movement of licking your lips. You could feel the distance decreasing with each passing second as you spoke, your breathing erratic and your heart beating faster than you thought it could handle.

“I want you, Choso.”

His eyes darkened, humming with interest. "Do you?"

"Yes," You breathed out, the words barely audible in the tense air.

You could feel his breath against your lips, your mind blanking on what could happen if you just moved a bit closer. Your body was pushing for the lust and desire of what you craved, yet your mind stayed focused on the first task you wanted to handle.

"I just don't want to lose my friendship with Yuji," You admitted, ensuring that you both understood the potential consequences your actions could cause if you were caught.

"You won't," Choso stated firmly, squeezing your hand reassuringly with the other. "Your friendship with Yuji is strong, and it can withstand anything. And as for us... well, whatever happens, I'll be here to help."

You knew what this meant and quickly agreed to it inwardly, your body's needs overpowering your subconscious. Leaning closer to him, you placed a hand on his thigh as you both stared at each other with the same craving.

"Then tell me, what do you want?" You asked sensually, your eyes heavy-lidded as you raised a hand higher to place it against his chest, just like the first time.

The priorities of Yuji and the promises made earlier were no longer a concern for either of you. Instead, you both focused on the matter at hand, anticipation causing your thighs to press together.

Choso's eyes narrowed, his skin flaring up from the way you stared at him with such need through your seductive eyes, your body flush against his. Unable to resist any longer, he gave in to your temptations.

“I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you again, pretty girl.”

Your body burning from his lewd words, morals thrown out the door, you leaned up higher and smashed your lips against his. All signs and chances of pushing him away faded from your mind as you focused on the feeling of his wet lips molded against your own.

The kiss poured out the bottled-up passion and thirst you both held in since you laid eyes upon one another weeks ago, each longing to recreate those moments of ecstasy you experienced. His lips hungrily kissed yours, his hands lowering to grip your waist with tension before pushing you to sit on his lap. You could already feel his excitement growing underneath your uniform skirt, your underwear pressed against his bulge as the clothes were the only thing blocking any further contact.

Kissing each other deeply, you both parted to catch your breath, heavy breathing mixing between the two of you for a few seconds. Then, he moved again to kiss you even harder than before, not allowing the chance for second thoughts on the decision you both made to linger.

You retracted your earlier words, succumbing to the allure of his burning touch. You never wanted this feeling to end, despite the secrecy of it all, as you found yourself once again engaging in a forbidden affair with your best friend's brother. Unlike the first time, you didn't have an excuse for this encounter.

As his hands slid underneath your shirt to reveal your bra, the front door opened loudly, and a voice rang throughout the house, causing both of you to immediately part lips. Eyes widened and hearts dropped as you recognized who it was.

"Big bro, I’m home!" came the familiar voice, shattering the intimate moment and filling the room with unease.

Yuji was home.

⇽ chapter eight | chapter ten ⇾

© 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐯 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

#🔮 oryluv #❥ — ❝ tojiluv ❞ #❥ — ❝ tojiluv ❞ eyes don’t lie #choso kamo #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x you #choso kamo x y/n #choso kamo x female reader #choso #kamo choso #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso x you #jjk choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk men #choso fluff #choso angst #choso smut #jjk au #jjk smut #choso kamo fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen choso

[myseungsunglove]

Love and affection | Ksm

Soft late night thoughts: Everyone expects Seungmin to be more reserved in public with you since it’s his first relationship, but he is anything but.

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: language, mildly suggestive

Word count: 775

✎ More sleepy thoughts for you. Sorry bout it. I can’t help myself when I get tired. This is utter trash so don’t mind me. ◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

「© August 18, 2023 by mysweethannie」

Being Seungmin’s first official relationship, people generally expect him to be much more reserved with you, especially in public. It is well known and established that Seungmin doesn’t display public acts of affection often. Those occasions are rare, and any affection he gives is usually much quieter and behind the scenes. At least so it’s typically been with his members.

Much to your surprise and everyone else’s, he is anything but reserved with you. He’s always been close to you, but the second he got the courage to ask you to be in a relationship, that closeness was amped up in the physical touch department. It wasn’t that he was trying to get others to notice him touching you, he just wasn’t afraid to stake his claim. Which honestly, shouldn’t have surprised anyone, least of all you.

Being an idol comes with its complications. The fact that you’re both idols, helps ease some of those. You were JYP’s double experiment of allowing Bang Chan to select a female member for the group. The experiment had been a raging success, thankfully.

So, Seungmin didn’t feel the need to hide with you. He even went so far as to admit that when you had asked him once why he was so open with you. He wasn’t afraid to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, bring his head to rest in the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss there with his plush pink lips. He always held your hand when going somewhere. It didn’t matter if you were just leaving to go home, his fingers always found yours and threaded together with your small hands, holding firmly and grounding you to him. You’d lean into him, grabbing his arm and rest against him as you walked together.

You didn’t expect every little touch to feel electric, but nothing set your skin ablaze like Kim Seungmin’s touch. His long, delicate, slender fingers knew exactly what they were doing. When you were seated next to each other in an interview which was often, he’d keep his hand planted firmly on your thigh, squeezing gently or grazing up and down your leg while he talked. You weren’t always sure he knew he was doing it, but sometimes, his hand would roam a little higher than usual and you’d look at him, a shit eating grin plastered on his face as his thumb rubbed circles on the inside of your clothed thigh.

Seungmin often kissed you in front of cameras, it didn’t seem to matter where you were. He’d stroll up to you after entering a room, smile and press his lips against yours in a short but meaningful kiss. When you were getting your hair done, he’d lean down and kiss you softly without a word and walk away as quickly as he came. When you guys were stretching before a performance, he’d sometimes pull your arms close to him and around his waist, your bodies pressed together as he kissed you quick and hard. The more heated kisses were typically reserved for behind closed doors, but they had occasionally happened in front of others.

One such kiss happened very publicly. The first time you said I love you had been in an emotional moment at an award show while accepting an award for best kpop artists of the year. Chan had let you speak, and with your last words you had thanked Seungmin for his unwavering support as a friend, member, and partner and that you wouldn’t be with the group and a successful vocalist without him. You had ended with “I love you so much.”

You stepped away from the mic, Felix stepping up to speak, and Seungmin grabbed your hand, pulling you close, his hand landing softly on your face kissing the air from your lungs. You were somewhat hidden behind the boys and he though Felix would be enough of a distraction, but it didn’t stop the crowd from reacting and the cameras catching everything. When he pulled away he had whispered I love you against your lips for the first time, cameras be damned. You’d made headlines for your awards show kiss, but thankfully the critics were all positive, gushing about how in love you were and wishing they had something like the two of you clearly did.

Every little touch meant the world to Seungmin. You were his and he was yours. He didn’t have time to be anything but real, and he wanted you so he doted on you as though you were the most important thing in his world. Because you were his everything.

#kim seungmin fanfic #kim seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin one shot #kim seungmin Drabble #kim seungmin imagines #kim seungmin fluff

[tumbleweed-writes]

Now That I Have You: Chibs Telford X OC Fic. Chapter One

This was the very first fic I wrote for this fandom like a million years ago. I'm currently giving it a rewrite/edit on A03, but thought I'd post it as I'm editing in case anyone wanted to check it out. Not sure it's my best work but it was my first.

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Molly Garrett let out a sigh pure irritation taking over as she turned the key in her little rundown blue Volkswagen bug. The ignition sputtered a few times as the car struggled to come to life.

Her honey blonde bangs hung in her dark eyes, damp from the heat of California sun and her lack of air conditioner. She struggled to bring her sad old car to life grumbling under her breath.

"Shit." She blurted out as the car sputtered a few more times refusing to start up. She widened her eyes realizing the word that had just slipped out of her mouth.

She glanced in her review mirror looking at the little boy strapped into the backseat clutching a Spiderman action figure.

Cursing wasn't exactly a good habit to have in front of a five year old boy who would more than likely pick up on the impolite language.

"Sorry baby. Don't say ever say that word okay." She apologized not surprised that the boy didn't respond to her.

Mason hadn't spoken in days. This entire situation hadn't been easy on either one of them.

Thinking about how frightened her little guy was made her want to break down. Her son was the most important thing in her life. Mason was her world.

She closed her eyes holding back the tears; she had sobbed enough in the past few years for a lifetime. Her son needed her to stay strong.

Molly let out a laugh feeling a small victory as her poor little bug finally came to life. She took a final glance in the review mirror making sure that Mason had remembered to fasten his seatbelt.

She smiled at the sight of the family dog sitting up beside Mason, a little fat female pug named Rocket. The poor dog was panting just as hot as her masters.

Molly made sure the coast was clear hoping that she could see as well as she thought she could around the small Uhaul trailer. The uhaul was hitched to the back of her bug blocking most of her view. She said a small prayer as she pulled out of the McDonalds' parking lot.

They had to eat cheap for this road trip, so cheap burgers and fries had been on the menu for days now. Luckly there was a McDonalds everywhere and that was often the easiest thing to get a five year old to eat.

She felt a little irresponsible letting Mason eat so much unhealthy food, but she reminded herself that it was just for this trip. As soon as they got settled she could get him back on a more well rounded diet.

Today all she'd managed to get down for lunch was a crappy salad and an iced tea. It had been the cheapest thing on the menu. At least Mason had eaten all of his chicken nuggets though. It seemed to be his favorite food and she'd hoped that it would cheer him up.

It would be okay, she reminded herself. Once they got to California and she was able to start her new job at Saint Thomas then everything would come together.

Charming, California seemed to be the perfect place to start anew. She'd sent in her application to several hospitals all over the country, but Charming had caught her eye and much to her relief the local hospital there had hired her on the spot with just a phone interview.

She'd chosen her new home partially for the name; Charming. It was silly she knew picking a home because of its name, but what better place than to start a new life than in a place called Charming?

At twenty seven years old, Molly Garrett finally felt like she was starting her life on her own terms.

She had faith that it would be a better life; a safer life for her son and her. She hoped and prayed that it would be a life that would hopefully be free of the violence they'd both long endured.

She'd escaped an almost six long years in a marriage from hell with a man who hit first and asked questions later.

Brian Parker had seemed like a sweet guy at first, Molly and he had met in college both in their final year. He had swept her off of her feet and had seemed to be a good match for her.

She'd been impressed by her husband when they first met. She's felt like he was a practical prince thanks to his affluence and his gentlemanly charm. She was just a poor girl on scholarship who had grown up in a trailer right outside of New Orleans with a single working mother and two siblings. She had come from so little and Brian had come from so much in comparison.

Brian came from a nice wealthy family; he had a promising future at a job at a nice well-established real estate firm. The job was at a firm that his family had owned for years. He'd grown up with privilege and he'd been so willing to share that privilege with Molly. He'd showered her with gifts and promises.

He had promised her a comfortable life with a nice safe home and a future full of children and maybe someday grandchildren. She could admit she'd been blinded by both the promises and the presents he'd bestowed upon her. He'd made her feel so special to be worthy of such expensive nice things. He'd given her jewelry and nice shopping sprees. It was more than she'd ever known. She felt like a fool looking back seeing how he'd showered her with such things and love bombed her as a way to lure her in

Two months after dating Brian, Molly had become pregnant. Soon after she'd found out she was carrying his child, they'd gotten married. She had been so excited starting a life with a man who she was sure would protect her from all of life's horrors.

It had turned out though that the only horror she would have to fear would be her husband.

The violence hadn't started until Mason was two. No he hadn't been always kind to her before that but it was the first time he'd put his hands on her at least in a violent act. He'd been belittling to her up until that point and sex had at times felt like something she was pressured into. She'd always blamed herself for his verbal abuse and had been in denial about the lack of consent in some of their sexual acts. She'd told herself she was ungrateful and horrible to deny him and when he'd insulted her she'd believed that it was her fault. She'd been taught to believe that she was so less worthy than him. She'd been conditioned to think that she was just the poor piece of trailer trash that he'd given an opportunity to rise above her station. When he lashed out at her, she told herself that it was her fault. The act of physical violence had stunned her.

Molly had excused the violence the first time it'd happened. She'd made excuses for her husband.

She'd tried to tell herself that Brian was under a lot of stress; his temper had just gotten the better of him. His father was his boss and he was the prodigal son expected to be a model employee and that wasn't easy when he was trying to support a young family.

Brian had apologized to her, promised her it would never happen again, but he'd lied. It seemed that his temper got the better of him over and over again. Soon the physical abuse was as just as regular of an occurrence and the emotional and sexual violence

It was the same cycle over and over again. He would apologize and claim he was a changed man or worst convince her that it had all been her fault really. When she thought about leaving he'd lure her back in. She would come back to him hoping against hope that this time would be different. It was insanity she knew; believing that each time would be different. Wasn't that the definition of insanity though; doing the same action over and over again expecting a different result?

She knew that she should have left the second Brian hit her but she'd been blinded by naïvety and a poor sense of self worth. Honestly she knew she should have been out the door the second he started to mistreat her verbally. She'd been blinded by him though. It felt as though she'd been under a spell.

Brian had killed her self-esteem telling her that no man would ever love her like him. No man would ever want her especially after she'd had a kid. She was his and that was that. He reminded her of how lucky she was; how privileged she was to have the life he provided.

Molly had had believed him for three long years. She'd hidden it all from family and friends and from Mason as well. She had played a happy loving wife pretending that her life was just peachy with her adorable son in her husband's nice old house.

Her breaking point had been when Brian had struck her in front of her baby. He'd had a long day at work and she'd made a mistake in his eyes by not having dinner waiting on the table when he got home.

Her brother had discovered the bruises on her body. Jack Garrett was no fool. Her brother knew about the violence and he'd tried to talk his baby sister into leaving time and time again. He'd even threatened to call the police.

Molly had finally started to see the light after that beating, and had started to listen to her brother. She had enlisted him in helping her leave, helping her find a job far away.

Brian found out about her plans to leave somehow, he had made her pay for ever thinking about leaving him. Bruising her body and cracking one of her ribs.

The abuse that night had been severe more severe than it had ever been. Mason had witnessed the entire thing.

The boy had witnessed his mother on the floor crying begging him to go upstairs and play. He'd watched as she'd cried out telling him that it was all okay when it clearly wasn't.

The boy had been silent since that night. Her body still ached from the violence her soon to be ex-husband had put her through.

It was as though a light switch had gone off in her brain when the violence had ended. She'd looked in the mirror studying her battered body when it hit her; she knew that she couldn't live like this. This wasn't a way to live; it was a way to die. If she stayed she would die and if she died her child would be left without his mother to protect him.

She had to save her baby from this life and from his father. She had no doubt that without her there to protect Mason, that Brian would turn the violence onto his child. He was already neglectful of the boy at best. Without her there to shield her child the anger Brian had inside him would have nowhere to find an outlet other than his son.

The morning after that beating, Molly's sister Candace had helped her pack up her things while Brian was at work. The two women had stuffed what little she had into a Uhaul trailer. She had left setting out west that night leaving her old life behind without a trace.

Candace had wanted her to stay in New Orléans, but Molly knew that she couldn't stay in Louisiana. The only way Mason and she would be safe would be if they disappeared.

That had been a week ago. Molly and Mason had been on the road for a week now and we're finally right outside of Charming heading for the rental home she'd recently signed the lease on.

The little house wouldn't be much; just a tiny two-bedroom house with one bathroom and a kitchenette and joined living area. It was dainty but in a quiet neighborhood.

Jack had found the rental for her; he'd been the one responsible for setting up her new life, arranging her lease and cosigning for her. She just hoped that someday she'd be able to find a way to repay her big brother. The home would not be much but it would be hers and that made it feel like a dream come true.

The little rental property was a big step down from the sprawling old plantation home that Brian and she had lived in for years. It had been in his family for decades a grand home that she had been so entranced by when they'd first married.

The people she knew had all been so jealous of her life; not realizing that it was a lie. Behind the old glorious home and fine lifestyle, it had been years of pain and fear.

She just hoped that the fear was over. The pain had to be over and it could never happen again, she told herself.

This was a new life. She knew that she had to make it work, not just for her but for Mason. Her baby boy deserved a good happy life. They both were worthy of a good life.

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Molly rushed to get Mason ready for his first day of daycare. It was summer time so he wouldn't be able to start school for a few more months at least.

So for now the hospital's daycare would have to do. She had managed to land a job as a phlebotomist.

People were often a little freaked out once they found out that she drew blood for a living. She used to joke that she was the resident hospital vampire at her old job in Louisiana. She was always amazed Brian had even allowed her to maintain a job back home. She guessed he liked the way her job made him look. He'd been able to brag that his wife worked in healthcare and was so giving and kind. Her accomplishments at work made him sound better to those he wanted to impress. He'd been able to present them as a hardworking couple successful in their own careers. It was a career she loved. She knew now that her career was hers alone. She had worked hard for it. She was responsible for her accomplishments. Brian didn't get to take credit for her hard work.

She knelt down in front of Mason straightening his dark hair noticing that it had gotten a little too shaggy, but he wasn't too keen on hair cuts. His dark hair was one feature he'd inherited from his father.

For the most part Mason took after her; they shared the same hazel eyes, the same slightly round face, and the same smaller features such as their noses.

Molly spoke trying to sound cheerful and not stressed. "You're going to have a fun day today. You'll meet a ton of new friends, I bet. You're going to have such a blast. Maybe mommy can meet some new friends too. I bet we're both going to have a good day today."

Mason didn't reply. He only nodded his head as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

She pulled at her blue hospital scrubs knowing that she looked like hell. She hadn't had the time to straighten her hair, so she'd just pulled it back into a messy bun.

At least she'd managed to put on a little makeup though. So hopefully she didn't look like the walking dead. She knew she was exhausted though. She knew that the exhaustion would be all worth it. This was the first day of the rest of her life.

She hadn't had much time to unpack anything the night before. She'd spent all day before unloading the uhaul on her own. The first thing she'd made sure to do was unpack Mason's bedroom.

Her bed still remained disassembled and most of their belongings remained in boxes around the rental home. She had slept by Mason's side the night before, in his little bed on his Spiderman comforter. They'd eaten cheap pizza the night before surrounded by boxes and watching kid's movies on the portable dvd player she'd packed.

The little house was not what she'd hoped for. It was so hot inside that it felt like an oven. She had spent hours on the phone trying to get a hold of her landlord. She'd hoped that he could come take care of the problem, but so far she had been unsuccessful. He dodged her calls until finally making an excuse that it would take a while to get someone out to look at the problem. She'd been told that she was just one of the many properties her landlord owned, so she would have to be patient.

For now it seemed that Mason and she would just have to sweat it out and make do.

She took Mason's hand in hers as they left the house. She held the one hand that wasn't clutching his action figure.

The Spiderman toy seemed to be a comfort to him. He brought the toy everywhere he went. He even slept with it like it was some kind of teddy bear. She'd worried he might leave it at the daycare, but he seemed unwilling to even consider parting with it this morning. She was willing to allow him the comfort despite her concerns about a misplaced forgotten toy.

Molly turned on the radio to an alternative rock station as soon as they got into the car, hoping that she could entice Mason into his favorite activity. He loved to sing along with the radio though he was too young to get most of the lyrics right.

It always managed to make her smile seeing him sing along like he didn't have a care in the world. She lived to see her child happy. It had been the one thing that kept her going throughout her marriage to Brian. Her child had been a lifeline through the misery.

Her smile failed to come though as Molly glanced in the backseat and spotted her silent son.

She shook her head as she pulled out of her driveway hoping that maybe the daycare would help Mason come out of his shell.

She feared that Mason might never recover from what he'd witnessed. He was afraid, she knew that.

She had done her best to explain things to him in a way that a five year old would understand.

Molly had told him that they were going on an adventure, to a place called Charming. They were going somewhere where he would meet new people and get to live in a whole new house. She'd tried to sound upbeat and make it sound as though they were doing something so grand. She'd tried to keep positive hoping that it would hide her anxieties and fears.

She had been unsure what to say about Brian. Molly knew that the time would come when she would have to explain to Mason why he had seen daddy hurt mommy and why daddy wasn't here with them.

She just hoped that she could find a way to explain it all. It wasn't right, a five year old child having to see something that horrible. She felt so guilty for letting him witness it all. Deep down inside she knew Brian was the only one to blame for his actions. She knew she had been a victim in this.

She hated herself for exposing her beloved child to something so terrible though. She felt pure shame for allowing herself to stay with a monster out of fear.

Molly took a deep breath knowing that she would never allow that to happen again. No one would ever lay a hand on her or her baby ever again.

This was the right choice, she reminded herself. She was doing the right thing.

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Of course Molly's bug chose that morning to get a flat tire. She was just lucky that she made it to a garage before she got herself into a wreck. She had to think it was a miracle that there happened to be an auto mechanics close enough to reach. Perhaps God was looking out for her? She had to hope someone was looking out for her despite the flat tire.

Chibs Telford raised an eyebrow as a pathetic looking Volkswagen Bug pulled into the parking lot of TM Auto.

The car was a sad sight; the paint on the right side was chipped and fading and the transmission sounded just awful.

It was still early; the garage hadn't even opened yet. He had come in early though wanting to bury himself in his work to avoid thinking about his personal troubles. He was thankful for the work even if the garage was still technically not open. He knew that he could manage to get the owner of the car checked in and take care of business despite the closed sign on the door. He was grateful for the distraction of work. It was a relief to his over exhausted brain and aching heart.

Chibs made his way over to the car as it came to a stop and a young woman opened the drivers' side door giving him a smile.

"I've gotten myself into a real mess." Molly stated giving the man who was slowly approaching her a sheepish smile.

She ran reached up tucking her side bangs behind her ear as the man spoke. "I'd say I agree love. How are ya even runnin that thing?"

She raised an eyebrow a little taken back by his Scottish accent, and the word love. She had expected to hear neither from the mechanic. A Scottish accent was an odd thing to encounter in Northern California

Molly felt her cheeks flush as she found herself staring at the thin scars along the Scotsman's cheeks. She looked away fearing that he thought she was rude for staring. She mentally scolded herself for being so rude. She'd been raised with far better manners than to gawk at something someone couldn't help. She felt like a jerk for even staring away making so clear she'd been gawking.

Chibs wasn't surprised that she turned her eyes away from him after staring for a bit.

He had long ago become accustomed to people's reactions to the scars Jimmy O' had given him before he'd taken Chibs' family and banished him from Ireland.

The pain had finally ended now that he'd gotten his revenge. Now that Jimmy O' was dead and gone and he knew that his girls were safe.

He tried not to let his mind focus on his girls for too long. His girls made his heart ache more than ever lately. He knew they were safe but they were so far away. Things had changed between his girls and he so quickly.

Fiona and he had come to an agreement just a few months ago; their marriage was over. There wouldn't be a divorce on Fiona's insistence. In Catholicism marriage was a sacrament that couldn't be broken, so divorce wasn't an option...or that was what Fiona had claimed. Chibs felt bitter over the refusal to even consider the divorce. He felt bitter about it all to be honest. It hurt though he knew in the end it was right...ending the estranged relationship entirely...agreeing to just be coparents to Kerrianne.

It had hurt losing the wife he had so long pined for. No, he'd not been faithful to her during their time apart. He'd allowed himself to fall into the chaos of SAMCRO and the women who serviced the club. His heart had belonged to Fiona though. It felt painful to realize that his heart could no longer be hers. He had no idea where to place that love now.

At least he still got to see his Kerrianne. He made a trip to Belfast as often as he could to see his soon to be fifteen year old daughter, hoping that they could build the type of relationship a father and daughter should have.

Kerrianne had been told so many lies about her father, by Jimmy. It had been hard for Chibs to convince her that her da was a good man despite his status as an outlaw biker. He'd done his best to prove his love and devotion to her. He'd allowed her to remain in Belfast knowing it was her home. He'd sacrificed the chance to take her back to the states with him. He'd given up that dream letting her remain in her home knowing it was what she needed.

As time went by and Kerrianne and he became close. They spoke on the phone weekly and developed a relationship. He sent her gifts often. It felt as though a void that had long existed in his heart had finally been filled. He was getting a chance to be a father. He loved having his little girl back in his life again.

Chibs could admit that he was a little taken back by Molly's accent as well. It was distinctly southern; strange to hear in Northern California.

He was also taken back by the woman's features; he would be lying if he tried to say that she wasn't a beautiful woman.

She wasn't very tall she barely came up right at the center of his chest. Although she was petite she had a nice figure, full hips and breasts. He could spot the figure even in the unattractive scrubs she wore. Her hair was a dark blonde; almost the color of honey and her eyes were a pretty hazel.Her complexion was milky and smooth looking. Her hands seemed petite and her short nails were painted a lovely shade of lilac.

He found himself glancing down at her left hand at her ring finger. He was a little shocked that there was no ring there. Still though that didn't mean that she was single.

A girl like that had to have a man somewhere. He felt foolish for even looking for a ring. He knew that even if she had no man in her life. she would probably never want a man like him. It was a foolish hope thinking of her in that way; checking for signs of her being available. He felt like an old fool for even considering her relationship status.

It was her smile that really caught his attention. It was friendly despite the fact that Chibs often intimidated people given his appearance and his ties to Samcro. Usually people didn't smile at him. She had a pleasant smile though her eyes looked tired. He was not accustomed to people smiling at him so politely. The smile made him feel warm inside. He felt silly for the thought; feeling a soft cozy glow under her gaze.

Chibs snapped out of admiring her looks as he managed to speak. "Looks like ya hit a nail on the back right tire... and yer transmission is shite."

"Yeah...like I said, I've gotten myself into a mess...and now I'm late for my first day of work...great." She replied though the last part of her statement seemed to be more to herself than to him.

He was shocked as she opened the backseat and leaned in helping a little boy out of the car. The boy was tiny; delicate. Chibs was certain the kid was small for his age. The boy seemed healthy at least; his hair was dark, loose shaggy curls that made him look angelic. His eyes were identical to Molly's hazel bright and clear. The boy held on to Molly's hand staying close to his mother.

Chibs felt a sense of embarrassment realizing that he'd just cursed in front of a child. Sure he had done far worse in his life but he was sure that the boy's mother wouldn't appreciate his language. He grimaced sure he was about to get an earful about the foul language in front of a child even if had only been one word.

He did his best to give the boy a smile as he spoke up hoping to smooth over any upset he may have caused the kid's mom. "Sorry I said a bad word little lad."

Mason stared wide-eyed at the strange man not saying a word. He moved behind his mother's form hiding from Chibs' gaze.

Molly cleared her throat quickly speaking up trying to explain her son's silence hoping that the Scot didn't take it as rudeness. "He's shy."

Chibs nodded his head understanding. He'd found that most kids that didn't know him well enough were just as intimidated by him as adults were. Which he could admit was hurtful. He had always loved children. He had loved his nephew back in Belfast when the lad had been growing up. He'd spent so much time with him and had appreciated being involved in his life. Now though he knew that most kids tended to shy away from him. They took one look at his face and felt fear. He had found comfort in the Teller boys at least. He liked being Uncle Chibs to them. It had felt healing to be around the boys. He knew Jimmy O' had not taken being Uncle Chibs from him at least when it came to the Teller boys...his heart ached knowing that Jimmy O' had taken his nephew from him though.

Chibs pulled his mind from thoughts of his late nephew as he spoke nodding back to the poor Volkswagen. "We're a bit backed up ere, but I can get yer car in this afternoon. Don' know how long it'll take though, Love. Like I said, we're a wee bit backed up. Lotta wrecks last week, lots of folks coming through for summer trips getting into wrecks. Plus we gotta a few custom bike jobs ahead of ya. I can't promise fast work, but we'll get ya fixed up anyhow."

Molly gave him a smile thankful that her car would be repaired and not break down on her anymore. She spoke taking a look at the name stitched into his gray works shirt: Chibs, she found herself unsure if she should call him that or not. She was quite certain the man's parents had not given him such a name. "Thank you so much...uhm.."

Chibs raised an eyebrow realizing that she was asking his name. He took himself by surprise saying his real name and not the name everyone but his family called him. "Filip."

"Filip." She repeated causing him to do something else that he found astonishing. He felt a genuine smile develop across his face. He couldn't help but to like the sound of his name on her lips.

She spoke again reaching out to take his hand. "I'm Molly and this is Mason."

Chibs nodded in response as he took her hand in his giving it a firm shake, unable but to enjoy how soft her skin felt against his calloused hands.

He was shocked that he was so reluctant to let go of her hand. He shook his head wondering what had gotten into him.

Maybe it was just that he'd been alone for too long. He found himself unable to really get back into the biker lifestyle once Fiona and he had agreed to end their relationship.

All those years Fiona and he had been estranged he had found himself easily falling into a pattern, booze and croweaters.

He'd sleep with any one of the girls who hung around the clubhouse, a different girl just about every night.

Nights of drunken sex with women whose names he couldn't even remember by the next morning no longer felt fulfilling to him.

After Fiona and he had agreed to end their marriage, Chibs had found that he could not sink back into the life of meaningless sex with crow eaters. He had discovered that he just didn't enjoy it anymore. It felt cheap and it made him feel empty. At first he thought that maybe he was just getting old, but then he'd realized something.

He was lonely. He longed for something more, something real. He watched Jax with Tara and Gemma with Nero and he felt so alone. He laid in bed at night without anyone by his side and fretted over his future. He had come to the realization he would die alone without love. He'd so long hoped Fiona and he would reunite but that dream was dead and he knew it was for the best...but it still hurt. He had finally realized that he was truly alone. It was a realization that made his heart ache and yearn.

He felt so foolish but as he stared at the pretty blonde he found himself wondering what it might be like to lie by her side at night. He shook the thought from his mind knowing he was just an old fool. There was no way a woman like her would ever lie by the side of a man like him.  

Molly spoke up as she stared down at her cheap red plastic watch unaware of Chibs' inner turmoil. "Is there a phone I can use?...I need to get a rental car and I need to call Saint Thomas Hospital and explain why I'm late."

Chibs nodded his head not astonished by her workplace. The scrubs made it obvious, there was only one hospital in Charming. He sighed more sure than ever now that she would never have the time of day for him. She was a responsible adult with an important job who would not be interested in the outlaw biker. Sure, he knew Tara had loved Jax despite her mainstream job, but there was history there. Chibs knew he held no history with Molly. They were from two different worlds. She would not want anything to do with his world. 

"I can have someone give ya a lift to the car rental place. As far as a phone, I'm sure I can sort that out too." Chibs stated as he turned getting the attention of one of the prospects motioning over to the man.

He spoke to Ratboy as the man came up to him. "Can ya take Molly and her boy ere down to Davis Rentals, and let er use yer cell too. She needs to call her work."

Molly widened her eyes a little surprised by the friendly gesture of allowing her to borrow a cell phone.

She spoke hoping that it was clear just how thankful she was for the kind action. "Thank you, Filip. I appreciate it more than you know."

Chibs ignored the look on Ratboy's face as he spoke the smile once again developing along his face. "Yer welcome, Love. Just leave yer number with Ratboy here and We'll get to ya when yer cars ready."

Molly nodded trying not to show how strange she thought that the man who was giving her a ride was called Ratboy. What was it with this place and the employee's nicknames? "Thank you so much."

And with that she let the prospect lead her and her son away to a tow truck.

Chibs watched her walk away cursing the yearning in his heart. He told himself he was an idiot for the feeling. He was trying to bat out of his league and he was too beaten down and worn to even dream that he could charm her. Charming her would be foolish. She was a mother and most likely just saw him as the older dirty mechanic who had been providing good customer service.

Chibs was surprised as Mason turned to face him looking at him through the back window as the tow truck pulled away. Mason did the last thing Chibs' had expected considering the kid's silence. He stared as Mason waved.

Chibs raised his hand waving back without having to even think about the action.

He shook his head as the tow truck faded out of view. He let out a sigh trying to knock Molly and her boy out of his mind.

As lovely as he found Molly, there was no point in daydreaming about her ever giving him the time of day.

A girl like that didn't need a man like him.

#chibs telford #chibs sons of anarchy #chibs telford fanfiction #Chibs Telford x oc

[ariesbilly]

Au where the hargrove-mayfields move to Hawkins and the first person billy befriends is robin

And billys lamenting that he needs a job but it’s fall so the pools closed and the local mechanic isn’t hiring and he’s not having much luck anywhere else either, until robin offers up that the local country club is looking for a new waiter and billys like “no country club is gonna hire me” and robins like “we just gotta clean you up real nice and if that doesn’t work just drop some names to get you in” and billys like “whose name am I supposed to drop…”

And that’s when robin suggests using the harringtons for clout. “There’s Paul, and Elaine and their son Steve who’s super obnoxious but all the girls seem to think he’s cute. If you’re into that sort of thing” a wink and a nudge in billys direction

And billys like alright fine let’s go with that. So he gets dressed up all nice, ties his hair back, puts in his best face for this interview, and the lady is STILL a raging bitch but like in a passive aggressive way until billys finally like “before you continue with the thinly veiled insults and bitchy attitude, do you actually need a waiter or can I leave?” And the lady’s like “the positions been filled, goodbye”

And as billy gets up to leave he remembers robins advice and goes “such a shame I’m gonna have to go back to the harringtons and complain about the terrible staff in this place…”

And the lady immediately perks up like “you know the harringtons?” And billys like “yeah duh. How else do you think I learned about this position?”

So he ends up getting hired. Cut to his first day of work he’s running all over the place taking rich assholes orders, wondering if the money is really worth his sanity and dignity at this point.

And there’s this one table where this preppy pastel polo wearing brunet is sitting by his lonesome. And as billy passes by the guy chirps up like “I ordered a sweet tea and club sandwich half an hour ago” and billys like oh shit that’s right and immediately goes to get him drink at least. And as he’s pouring this guy starts going on about how billy looks overwhelmed and he must be stressed out, and it’s like he’s trying to sympathize but also it just comes across incredibly douchey and it’s pissing billy off. And the guys acting like he knows billy. All “I’ve seen your type a thousand times before. Let me guess- wrong side of the tracks right? Maybe trailer park? Dads in jail, mom took up a drug habit? Forced to raise yourself?” And billys two seconds away from saying fuck this job and decking the guy right then and there until he laughs and goes “I’m sorry. That’s the kind of shit my dad says all the time to help. I was just testing it out to see what it felt like. He’s the kind of guy to make waiters want to spit in their food.”

And billy just clenches his jaw real tight and says “I’ll go check on your order” and the guys laughing like “you would do it wouldn’t you? Spit in my food?”

And billys trying to walk away before he causes a scene but the guys following him, starts giving some woe is me story about having a rich daddy and how hard it is to be in that environment all the time surrounding by trust fund babies and whatnot and billys like “let me play you the worlds smallest violin 🙄” and the guy is just eating him up like…smarmy smile on his face, thinks billy is sooo entertaining, thinks he’s actually making himself look good in this conversation, totally full of himself, not a clue in the world

So anyway billys about to throttle this guy until he finds out it’s Steve harrington. And normally this would mean n thing to him except Steve’s kind of the only reason billy got this job even if he doesn’t know that, which makes it even worse, so billys changing his attitude real quick. Putting on a fake smile, suddenly going pleasant. Makes sure Steve has the best dining experience and leaves zero complaints.

Steve becomes a regular after that. Always making sure to sit in billys section, always there to rile him up. And billys so so close to snapping every day like the amount of self restraint he has is truly incredible

Until one night while on his shift it’s not just steve there. His parents are dining with him too. And billy sees firsthand how Steve goes from cocky smug bastard to sinking in his chair, head down, looking utterly miserable. Even catches a bit of a fight between steve and his dad while they were off in what was assumed to be a private corner. Billy overhears how Steve’s dad just rips into him, destroying any semblance of self confidence. And billy…begrudgingly feels bad for the guy after that.

And maybe after billys shift he finds steve still hanging around…and he offers up a smoke. And they start lamenting about shitty dads. And maybe Steve apologizes for being such a dick. And billys like “yeah okay. But you do that shit again I will actually kick your ass”

And Steve’s like “wow you accepted that apology real easy” and billy shrugs and says “I’ve been fucking with your food this whole time so we’ll call it even”

And Steve’s appalled and disgusted and billys laughing but it forms a weird truce between them lmao

And the of course ya know flirting kissing fucking falling in love you know how it goes

#harringrove #if any of this sounds like a plot from Dawson’s creek….it’s because it is #the beginning of it anyway I fucked around with the rest lmao

[i-am-baechu]

Chapter Six: The One About Breaking In 

Summary: “Did you just ask me if I sell coffee in a fucking coffee shop?” And with that, Taehyung was smitten by the Barista in the crazy flower sweater vest. Friendships will form but most importantly Taehyung will finally meet his soulmate. 

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Genre: Idol au, strangers to lovers au, barista reader!, slow burn (friends with benefits to lovers kind of), semi-short storyish format, friendships, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

Main pairing: Idol! Taehyung x Barista! Reader 

Side ships: Hoseok x OC 

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, homophobia, smoking cigarettes, drugs and alcohol usage 

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

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“Taehyung said the guys are waiting in his hotel room.” 

Today, Taehyung invited Y/N and her roommates to hang out with everyone. He also wanted to introduce her to the rest of Bts. She saw this as a big step for their relationship (?). He was also meeting her friends and even though she talked about them a lot, it was his first time meeting them. She was so excited but also very nervous. Nikki and Julia are...unique to say the least. Marie sadly couldn’t make it because she had a doctor's appointment. Something about being sore. 

Last night, she watched multiple interviews to give somewhat of an idea of who they were and what to expect. She knew that a clip on the internet wasn’t the best research but she really didn’t want to read the interview (she was in a lazy mood). As she did this, Nikki was looking up their net worth and Julia was texting Hoseok. 

“This sounds like the start of a porn, Y/N.”

“Nikki, can you not? It’s literally ten in the morning.” 

Nikki shrugged her shoulders and ran her fingers through her curls, “That doesn’t mean anything to me. I can’t wait to beat your boyfriend.” 

“You're not going to beat him up...fucking hell.” 

The girls entered the hotel and walked straight into the elevator ignoring all the rich looking people. When the doors closed, Julia let out a loud sigh making Y/N look at her with furrowed eyebrows, “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m so hungry. Why couldn’t we stop for breakfast?” 

“I told you Julia, they have food for us and I want us to eat the food they paid for.”

“I really wanted that muffin...”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Julia and stared at the silver doors. She was still irritated at Julia for ruining her date a couple of days ago. She really wanted it to happen because it would be a step in the right direction of being his girlfriend (well soon enough). When they came home that night, Julia tried acting like nothing happened but that just made her more annoyed. Nikki told her that at least Taehyung took her away to spend time together but that wasn’t the point. Hoseok sent her text saying he was sorry about everything and she didn’t know if she should blame him or Julia. 

When the doors opened, the girls walked through the empty and Y/N was praying that her annoyance would disappear the moment she saw his chocolate eyes. They went up to the door and she thought it was weird that there were no bodyguards but maybe they were on a break. She knocked on the door and she looked at the wooden door with a confused look, “That’s weird.” 

“What’s wrong?”

She turned towards Nikki with furrowed eyebrows, “I don’t hear anything on the other side...he said that they were waiting for us.”

“Maybe you should call him.”

She nodded her head and walked away from them. She pressed his icon and she was shocked at how fast he picked up, “Is everything okay Y/N?” 

“I knocked on the door and no one came.”

“We didn’t hear a knock...”

“It's the hotel next to the Italian restaurant, right?” 

“Baby, it's the Japanese one...”

“Shit, I’ll call you back.”

“Wait-”

She hung up and stared at the carpet with a blank face, how could she get the hotels mixed? She was usually really good at remembering things. The nerves probably got to me...She was annoyed at herself but she shook it off, this wasn’t going to ruin her day. She was determined to make this day good. She turned around and walked back to them to tell the girls that it was the restaurant on the other side of the road. When she walked back before she could process anything, Nikki kicked down the door and Julia clapped her hands. 

Her mouth dropped at this and ran towards them with a shocked face, “What the hell!?” 

Nikki looked at her and shrugged her shoulders, “No one was answering.”

“So you kicked the fucking door down?”

“Yes?” 

Y/N slapped her forehead and stared at the door with a blank expression, “What the fuck are we going to do? We can’t pay for this shit. Oh my god.”

Julia let out a small laugh and looked inside the room with curious eyes, “I wonder what they have.”

“We need to leave now.” 

“Wait, that dress is really nice.”

Nikki walked in the room and looked back at Y/N, “This is the wrong hotel, isn’t it?”

“Yes, now get the fuck out.”

“But Y/N this dress is nice.”

Nikki picked up the dark blue sequin dress and placed it on top of her body, looking in the mirror. Julia walked in and looked at the mirror with her head tilted, “I like that color on you.”

“I know right, it's perfect for my skin tone.” 

Y/N shook her head and looked around the empty hall with a panicked look before sending a glare at them, “Guys, we need to go.” 

“Y/N look, this is your size.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow and bit her lip, “I don’t care...this is wrong.”

“It’s your favorite color.” Nikki picked up a lavender mini dress that was a deep v-neck that had ruching at the hip. The dress was really nice and Y/N kept looking at it. She shook her head at this and turned her back towards the girl, “Guys this is trespassing. This is wrong.” 

“I think Taehyung would like this dress. Don’t you think Julia?” 

“Yeah, it would make your boobs look great.” 

Y/N glanced over her shoulders and saw that Nikki was holding up the dress still. She shook her head and looked at the cream wall, “Guys we can’t....” 

“I know you want to...”

“Nikki, don’t gaslight me.” 

“Just look at the damn dress on.”

Y/N sighed to herself and turned around to walk into the same room that she was scolding them for. She snatched the dress from her hand and put the fabric against herself. She raised her eyebrow and the dress would look great on her, “It's pretty but we're leaving now.” 

“Y/N...you should take it.”

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Nikki with a shocked look, “I’m not stealing this dress.”

“I mean, is it stealing?”

“Yes, yes it is.” 

Y/N’s phone started ringing and she took out phone (she sent a glare at Nikki who was looking through the person’s make up bag), “Hello...”

“Baby is everything okay?”

She glanced up to look at the two girls who were trying on jewelry and shook her head, “Yeah, everything is okay.”

“I was just missing you. Where are you?”

“I’m making my way there right now. Sorry we got sidetracked with something.”

“Okay, just let me know baby.”

“I will baby...i’ll see you soon.” 

“Okay bye.”

“Bye, bye.” Y/N sighed at her phone and shook her head. She put her phone in her pocket with a blank face, Why me? She tossed the dress on the bed and grabbed the back of the girls' collars, dragging them out of the room, “We are leaving and I swear to god if you tell the guys what you did, I will kill you.”

“You won’t break in and steal but you will do murder. What are your morals?”

“Nikki, shut the fuck up.” 

Extended Ending: 

The guys were really easy to talk to and they kept giving her compliments, something that made her blush. Taehyung had her sitting on her lap while Nikki sat next to Jin and Julia next to Hoseok. Nikki and Jin got along great (maybe too great) and Jimin thought Julia was funny. There were two people that were keeping to themselves, Yoongi and Namjoon. She kind of felt bad that they didn’t seem included with everything. She leaned forward to whisper in Taehyung's ear, “Are they okay?”

Taehyung glanced up at his two hyungs, “They’re observing everything. They like you guys, I’m sure.” 

“They do?”

“Yeah, if they didn’t like you guys then they would’ve said something.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief and smiled at this, “That makes me feel good.” 

Taehyung smiled at this and his fingertips touched her clothed thighs. Just the small touch from him sent a shiver down her spine, “I can make you feel better if you stay over tonight.” 

“I-Is that a promise?”

“Oh princess, it is.” 

Y/N nodded her head and she glanced at Nikki to see her taking out a gold ring out of her pocket. She showed the ring to Jin and Y/N mouth dropped when she realized that Nikki stole from the hotel room. She shook her head and hid her head in Taehyung’s neck, “Take me away from them, please.” 

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #Bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #hoseok x oc #that irish barista

[katasstrophy]

How do you think the bllk guys would respond to fans making tiktoks and edits fo them?? The spicy kind included bc I know they would have teenage fans thirsting after them. I def see Isagi having more fo the hype and underdog edits and the first time he saw one that compared his U20 goal to Noel Noa's from whenever, Isagi started tearing up. Bachira's edits have a lot of electronic music, and Kaiser has a lot of "KNEEL" "yes daddy" edits lmao

people would ABSOLUTELY make a bazillion fan edits of the blue lock guys. ego is positively overjoyed about it – it’s basically free publicity for the neo egoist league. the players are SO self-absorbed about it too it's not even funny, you bet your ass they would eat that shit up. not to be controversial by bringing real people onto the dash (lmao JOKES) but it’s kind of giving that pedro pascal vanity fair interview, the infamous “do you think you’re a heartthrob?” moment. only difference is these mfs wouldn’t even try to lie bc they know they’re hot shit someone pls smack them.

if you have eyes? you’ve probably thirsted over one of them at some point sorry i don’t make the rules. hence the ungodly amount of spicy edits of them found online tread with caution lol. but chris prince def takes the cake. i mean literally have you seen that ass 👀 (cannot believe i'm saying this about a canonically british guy what have i become.) people don't even have to lift a finger, his own tiktok page is chockfull of thirst traps he posted about his goddamn anatomically perfect greek god body. i feel like our model pretty boy yukimiya would also be a fan favourite. aryu a 100% has his own glam filter that gives you THE best ✨✨ sparkle effect and all the influencer girlies (gn) are obsessed with it.

omg if isagi ever saw a video of someone comparing him to noel noa he’d no joke bawl his eyes out my precious baby boy :(( wouldn’t be able to hold back from commenting smth lame like :O on the video either. queue the internet collectively losing their minds over a colon and a capital ‘O’ typed by the goat isagi yoichi himself. if kaiser ever saw a “kneel” thirst edit of himself it’s over for humanity he’ll never shut up about it he’s sooo insufferable i hate him. unfortunately it’s unavoidable because ness sends him like five of those tiktoks every day why are they like this.

#—ping! new message from (anon) #omg this was so fun thank you!!! #there's already so many edits of the manga and anime people would lose their shit about them irl GUARANTEED hehe #idk how to tag thisss #blue lock #just in case

[decaydanceredacted]

i have come here today before you horny fucks to start a debate; which fob member can eat pussy the best? i’m picturing smfs era fob here bc i know pre-h pete can’t eat pussy for shit. here’s my ranking and my theories

1. patrick. i knowww that man can make you feel good. he doesn’t seem like the type to be amazing at it but he will rock ur fuckin world. have you shaking n seeing stars n def gets off on seeing you feel so good. plus his fingers. need i say more

2. pete. he’s slightly better with his fingers or his dick but. that man would eat you out until you had beard burn along ur thighs and knows to pay attention to ur clit. would def enjoy having his hair pulled and leaving marks all over you and he’d just about combust if you rode his face

3. joe. this was so difficult between everyone and i know he’s a guitarist so he’s good with his fingers but i’m sorry when push comes to shove..,,, that’s not to say he’s terrible at all and he’s def good in bed. that being said i KNOW folie joe would leave you crying with just his tongue

2. andy. the guy sounds like a fucking sex fanatic from the interviews i’ve heard and i think he’d like receiving more than giving but. will still do it. is better with his fingers or maybe even toys? he strikes me as quite freaky in the sheets so probs likes torturing you but yeah. not great w his mouth i’m afraid

my wifi is out and i’m writing this in my notes because tumblr won’t load and i feel like i’m in a sex draft. i’m having withdrawals. this was actually way harder than i thought 😭 they all have pros and cons in bed and i would commit a felony to test this theory - sun anon

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#ps #pw #jt #ah

[andvys]

Chapter 8 was so good!!!! I swear I eat this shit up every time you post. Also tysm for making a separate blog for notifs for your writing, I have so many notifs on for fics that I end up missing all their updates 🫠

But anyways I’m actually excited about Steve’s story arc w reader. I like the idea of him still having that mom energy like he does w the rest of the people in his life. Like he doesn’t seem mad at the reader which is cool, but idk she needs more positive parental love in her life.

ALSO Chrissy trying to fuck Steve??? OMG. Eddie is losing bitches left and right to Steve 😂😂😂 poor dude. Steve is such a great guy fr.

Also honestly it’s so obvious Chrissy is avoiding Eddie bc she knows their breakup is coming like bro pls just call her at this point 😭 he basically dumped her in that interview. Actually wait that’s such a power move 🫣 with how nosey Hawkins is I totally can see everyone reading that interview and being like “oh dang when did Eddie and Chrissy break up?” And then that spreading like wildfire. Chrissy finding out they’re over through another magazine incident would be so fucking funny (cue the shriek from the “who is she?!” Family video scene in ch 4).

Anyway, amazing chapter as per usual! Sorry for the long ass anon message 😅

-🍓💜 @strawberries-n-lavender

Thank you so much! 🥺 (the separate blog was the best idea, it’s also not stressful like maintaining a taglist)

I’m glad you’re excited to see more of Steve! He is gonna be the friend that reader needed 🥺

Yes, Chrissy wanted Steve 🫢 maybe she wanted him all along?

YOU ARE RIGHT! She is definitely trying to avoid him! And can you imagine? Everyone thinking that they are broken up already and then her confronting him about the interview all angrily? 😂

(never apologize for long messages, I adore them!)

#andy’s asks

[estcsy]

Have you had any main character moments in any one of your DR’S RHAT you would like to share with us? 👀👀👀👀

YES OFC I DO HAVE SOME MOMENTS THAT UN HUMBLED ME

- there was this nice lady helping me out at the calvin klein shoot, I don’t know where everyone else was but it was just me and her and she was like fixing my clothes and my makeup, so yk being in a photo shoot for calvin klein I didn’t have that much clothes on 💀 so she was like “I’m sorry if this is awkward” as she like fixes the bra I have on and I’m like “it’s fine don’t worry :D” and then she was touching up my makeup and she was getting all blushy when she got close to my face I was very flattered

- we were walking out of a restaurant and people were like trying to get my attention, a girl stuck her hand out in front of me making half a heart (implying she wanted me to finish it) so I finished her heart and she literally went into a manic episode in the middle of the street like screaming her ass if I thought she was gonna pass out

- seeing my face on building/ billboards

- when I post a new picture and everyone freaks out and sets it as their profile pic

- I already mentioned this but z gets mad when someone says I don’t deserve to be main rapper, to be fair me and him are basically on the same level but the only reason why I am main rapper is because I don’t run out of breath and that’s because I scripted I don’t 😭 but he’s amazing and he defends me with his life I love him

- this is kinda bad but the way 4townies will go to war with someone that says I’m not the best 4th gen female dancer, singer, and rapper is actually so funny

- I smiled at this really nice interviewer and he like went “oh my god” and then continued the question I was very confused till I connected the dots in my head but that was very nice of him

- idk what the hell 7 million people people are doing on my live like do they not have anything better to do? 😭

- I could do something like lick my lips (BC YK THEY’RE DRY) AND THE PEOPLE WILL EAT THAT SHIT UP

- my fat ass bank account

- people were either getting lip fillers or reducing their lip filler to make their lips look like mine, I don’t really understand why like my lips aren’t like fantastic or anything they’re pretty normal 💀 I appreciate tho

- I do this fun little thing where I give something of mine to fans, so we’re like walking down the street with them everywhere so I take off my chain and give it to this guy and yk he was pretty excited but then I made a tiktok of him finding out how much it’s worth LMAO, he said “not only is it hers, it’s worth 3k”

- after working with me people always go on social media and say I’m nice and it makes me really happy :D

#shifting #turning red #4town #4 town x reader #reality shifting

[lavenderlilac-hellhole]

incorrect OC quotes #1 <3

Aster: I'm following up on following up on the last time I asked about letting me into the library for more than ten minutes.

Eden: Out of the question! ^_^ Sorry, the budget's already stretched too thin as it is!

Aster: But it doesn't actually cost any money just to stop timing me every time I walk in there?

Eden, trying to push them out: There are other reasons... But I don't have time to explain!

Aster, pushing back: Then I'll wait.

Eden: .......................... Okay. ... It's because... I don't like you very much- [They immediately shove a book cart at them to get them out and shut the door, leaning against it to keep them out] MY HANDS ARE TIED ON THIS!

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Lettie: My body is a temple! I would never sully it the way so many do nowadays with their dangerous lifestyles of Loud Music and Abstinence!

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Eden, being interviewed: LOVE is like... Beauty and the Beast!

Aurelius: Love is what you are looking at right now. ;)

Madelyn: There is no such thing as love.

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Eden, embracing a photo of Lettie: Isn't she cute? I could just eat her alive! Madelyn: Eh... Too bony.

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Madelyn: What a treat. You're like a human choose your own adventure game. One where most of your choices lead to bad endings.

Lettie: : o What do you mean? I want you to get the best ending!

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Lettie: Luckily, I found a wonderful source of virgin blood... Rosario: Is that a 14th century battleaxe!? Aster: Will we be able to TOUCH the swords? Lettie: 👁️_👁️ Oh you'll touch the swords...

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Aurelius: Eden, check the curtain. Make sure SHE is not eavesdropping on us. Esmee, the moment Eden opens the curtains: Hello! I was just eavesdropping on you. What were you guys talking about? Can I join?

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Lettie: Here, please drink this. : ) Rosario: Huh? What, is it like, vodka or something? Lettie: It's a spicy little spirit I like to call my blood. Rosario: Well your blood tastes delicious. Why do you call it blood? Lettie: It's the blood out of my body, so I like to call it my blood. ... Anyway, bye!

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Rosario: Guy in a fistfight clearly winning but he's sobbing and wailing the whole time Aurelius: Guy visibly getting his ass wrecked in a fistfight but he's talking shit about the other guy like he's winning

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Aster: Is the pain bad? Lettie: It's not that bad. Aster: You don't have to lie to yourself... Lettie: I'm not lying to myself, I'm lying to you.

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Esmee: The Lorelei, huh... A siren that lures ships with her beautiful voice and destroys them. 😒🤔 Lettie: [Horrifying laughter as she shoves entire roses, stems and thorns and all down her throat like a penguin eating a fish]

#Incorrect OC Quotes #Aster Helios (OC) #Eden Koizumi (OC) #Leticia Lorelei (OC) #Aurelius Adelpha (OC) #Madelyn Renoir (OC) #Rosario Argyrus (OC) #Esmee Koizumi (OC)

[lolnotactive]

tokyorev actorau!rambles (excuse any typos bye)

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actor!mikey is always checking on his co-stars after filming a fight scene. ‘i didn’t hit you did i?’ is definitely something he always says.

i can honestly imagine the tokyorev cast being very fucking funny… i feel like actor!mitsuya always laughs during a serious scene (same with actor!takemichi like he could just be filming a scene where he is supposed be getting beat up or crying and just die laughing)

actors that forget their lines the most have to be baji, chifuyu, draken (emma stays laughing her ass off at him) … i think actor!kazutora is always asking the director if he can help with camera because it looks fun “wait, can i help with this scene?” he says while running off set.

what baji, chifuyu and draken do/say when they forget their lines

baji - i think he’ll look directly at the camera with a certain face and everyone will just know and start laughing at him “don’t laugh at me!” he says while laughing at himself.

chifuyu - “fuck” i think he says that a lot especially when he forgets his lines and he definitely over-exaggerates it a lot but not in a bad way more in a funny dramatic way.

draken - he can’t be serious, i think he stumbles over his words and covers his mouth with his hand to start giggling about it so he would definitely be like “i am so sorry” while dying of laughter.

all of them find dying scenes funny, they mess up the scenes by saying something cringy other than lines or making a funny face while there supposed to be seriously dead in the scene.

um … baji & chifuyu really do be bestfriends on set and on the show, they are always play fighting and ruining eachothers scenes on purpose “oh—i’m sorry was i in your shot?” and they definitely end up having a bunch of interviews together (when the whole cast has an interview together it is definitely chaotic and most of them can’t sit still).

actor!naoto makes fun of his serious look

actor!hanma has a spritz bottle laugh that ends up literally killing everyone during a scene

actor!hina doesn’t forget her lines but her placements during a scene everyone (especially takemichi) has to remind her “hina your supposed to be over here” and she’s just like “oh-“ like she’ll being doing a scene and end up doing a certain hand movement or gesture she isn’t supposed to do but they end up going with it anyways AND she definitely makes fun of the death scenes and laughs when takemichi has to film a crying scene with her and he’s just like “are you laughing at my tears again?”

actors!peh & pah have to always be running off somewhere, literally no one can ever find them when it’s there turn to film…

actor!kisaki is always defending his character tbh and whenever someone tries to get on him about it he is like “ok but didn’t you character do *insert random thing that can be held against them* though”. i also feel like he is always fucking with the props (baji too! he definitely breaks something and is like “aw shit” cause he knows he is gonna get in trouble)

actor!mitsuya IS LIKE TOM HOLLAND THAT ONE TIME … lemme just show you WATCH. actor!hakkai gets on him about it all them time like “dude you are gonna get fired STOP” and he is definitely the one to have to watch him on interviews

actor!sanzu is always fucking up his makeup by accident and always has to go back to the makeup trailer like “yeah… it smeared again” (he pisses the makeup artist off THEY KNOW HE DOESNT MEAN TO THOUGH) like he’ll wipe his face with his hand and forget he has on important makeup

actors!emma and draken are always making fun of each other and i do feel like they would be the ones to actually end up dating in real life

actor!senju is hyper and is always running around on set, i think actor!wakasa laughs a lot during scenes and enjoys his lollipops (a real life sweetheart though)…

actor!taiju has to swear he isn’t mean to his fans “don’t be afraid to talk to me guys”ANDDDD is a real life sweetheart

actors!hakkai and yuzuha give off real sibling energy though … they embody it so well (they are definitely best friends in real life and always being seen at events together)

actors!mikey and draken are bestfriends irl also and they are always being seen together ON set and OFF set, always eating and having long drawn conversations, their trailers are across from eachothers… (also with baji and chifuyu and kazutora they are always in one of the others trailer tbh)

actor!ran does his own braids tbh, always fucking up props and always laughing

actor!rindou definitely pulls pranks (he just looks suspicious) with his co-star baji (you already know his ass be pulling pranks) and i think draken be pulling them too especially on mikey and he just be like “bro…” definitely be beating they ass fr MIKEY IS DEFINITELY THE MOM OF EVERYONE LOL

actors!smiley and angry are brothers in real life of course and definitely pop up a lot in the bloopers together … literally always getting in trouble, always in one of their co-stars trailer, always missing with pah & peh lol (OH AND angry can’t be serious for nothing… especially when filming them crying scenes)

they all get on eachothers nerves, they all LOVE there fans like they love to piss yall off (mostly .. BAJI, mitsuya, draken, emma & hina (loves to piss yall off TOGETHER) and chifuyu and SANZU (he is always fw yall PLS)

actor!hanma claims he dating all his fans when he gets asked who is he dating “literally my fans” (mikey, baji, mistuya and chifuyu too)

LASTLY when the whole cast has to do a table read they are just as invested as WE are … complaining, coming for eachother, laughing and definitely crying at the scenes they have to later film… yall they have so much fun together, the whole cast is more like a big ass friend group.

#sorry if i missed anyone #tokyo rev actorau #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #ian finna tag all these mfs #tokyo revengers actorau #keisuke baji x black reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke #draken #draken x reader #mikey x reader #draken x emma #nahoya x reader #smiley and angry #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #tokyorev headcanons #tokyorev rambles #mitsuya takashi #hakkai shiba

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙧𝙮 || niki lauda x reader x james hunt

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : flirting with james shouldn’t have been a problem, because you and niki weren’t even that serious anyways, right?  well, it turns out you are serious, but it also turns out not to be quite the problem you expected.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 2.8k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : smut (threesome, dubcon (slight), oral f and m receiving, dp/anal, spitroasting, slight degradation/dumbification, overstimulation, spanking), touch of angst, possessiveness, niki being mean (guys, it’s niki), pwp

based on a request by @creme-bruhlee which was based on a thing I told him I was working on which I wasn’t actually working on yet but then I casually wrote in one sitting when I was supposed to be doing my sleepover gah

                       You certainly didn’t like James Hunt.  After all, you were all but contractually obligated to hate him in solidarity with your boyfriend and his biggest rival, Niki.

But you did appreciate James— for his undeniable talent as a driver, and for what he brought out in your boyfriend.  Not just on the track, but at times like this as well.

It started rather innocently, at least as innocent as any press event could be.  Niki wore you proudly on his arm, for most of the interviews: you knew that a lot of this for him was simply a publicity ploy to improve his image, but it honestly didn’t bother you that much since it was partially for publicity on your part as well (you had your own career to advance, after all).

What bothered him, though, was when James started to suddenly chat you up, undeniably flirty but just to the level that it could almost be construed as polite.

He waited until Niki was pulled away for an interview and stood just behind the camera, asking you a million questions and finding dumb excuses to touch you: first it was something in your hair, then admiring your bracelet (Niki gave it to me, you told him; Twice now he’s shown that he has fine taste, James winked in reply) until he finally stepped closer and rested his hand on your lower back.

“Let me show you what a real driver can do, sweetheart,” he offered lowly, leaning in so close that his lips brushed against your temple, and you caught Niki leaving the interview suddenly in the corner of your eye.

“And let me show you what happens when you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” Niki interrupted, shoving James back off of you before hitting him square in the jaw.  You gasped, as did the many reporters and drivers watching, but soon Niki’s attention was turned back to you, fire in his glare.

“Hey, I was just trying to be personable—” James defended as he held his face in his hand, but Niki ignored him, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you behind him out of the press tent.

“Looks like the infamous Hunt/Lauda rivalry has come to a bit of a head, possibly over Lauda’s girlfriend—” you heard one of the reporters explain to a camera, but soon the buzz faded to silence as Niki took you further away.

“Where are we going, Niki?” you asked nervously, trailing behind him as best you could.

“Somewhere private where you can learn your lesson,” Niki answered, making you swallow dryly.  He wasn’t the sort of person you wanted to be in trouble with.

He found an empty garage and all but tossed you inside, pinning you to the wall at each shoulder.  

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, letting Hunt put his hands on you like that?” he hissed.

“I didn’t let him, he just did it!” you defended.

“Then you tell him to stop!” Niki explained, exasperated.  “Instead of standing right there, right in front of my face and doing nothing!  You can’t imagine how it feels to see another man put his hands on you— and that man...”

You hadn’t realized he cared about that sort of thing; you hadn’t realized he cared about you that much.  “I’m sorry, Niki, it won’t happen again.”

“You’re right about that,” he hissed, “it won’t happen again because you’re going to bend over that toolbox and learn not to test me."

You opened your mouth to protest and yet you were already doing it, feeling your cheeks burn as he pulled your dress up and rubbed his calloused hands over your ass and thighs.

A yelp jumped from your mouth when he hit you, but your thighs clenched together, too. "Now would be a good time to start apologizing," he suggested coldly.

"Niki, baby, I'm so so sorr— ah!" you whined again when he hit you even harder, the sound of his skin on yours echoing around the garage.

"Do you want to flirt with him? Would you rather be his flavor of the week?" Niki interrogated.

"No! Just want you, I swear," you promised, biting your lip to hold back a moan when he hit you twice in a row.

"You'll have me," he promised. "You need to remember who you belong to."

If you weren't so desperate you would've probably protested to that language, but your panties were soaked from almost nothing at all and you were in no position to debate with him.

The sound of his uniform unzipping was like music to your ears, and you purred a little when he pulled your panties down your thighs slowly. "Are you enjoying this?" he realized. "It's supposed to be a punishment and still you're soaking wet. Is that for him or me?"

"You, Niki, fuck me, please," you whined, the sound shifting into a gasp as he pushed inside you roughly, a little too deep and a little too fast for how little you'd been prepared. It was usually some level of struggle to take him but this was a very new circumstance: now he was fucking you with a point to make, with a message to send. And you got that message loud and clear as he mercilessly pounded into you, nearly knocking over the toolkit you were bent onto. "Fffuck," you stammered, holding onto the aluminum for dear life while he grunted behind you.

"You can moan louder than that, no need to suppress yourself," he encouraged.

"They could hear us, they're not too far away—"

He spanked you again and you cried out, realizing he likely wanted them to hear you; he wanted those reporters to make sure everyone knew that you were his. "Tell them who's fucking you so good, hm? Tell them who you belong to."

"Niki," you sobbed, "yours, baby, I'm yours..."

Just then, the door to the garage swung open and you gasped at the sight of James Hunt. You tried to kick Niki away and cover yourself but he didn't budge— he didn't even stop fucking you, much to your humiliation.

"I'm a little busy here, James," Niki explained with a smug grin.

"I can tell— listen, if you're gonna make us all hear this, could you at least do it right?" James frowned. "Your girl has many talents but acting is not one of them."

"Are you saying this is a performance?" Niki realized.

"You'd be able to tell the difference if you'd ever heard a woman actually finish but with you, that's impossible," James laughed. "Smart move going from behind, though, spare her from having to look at—" James motioned to his face broadly— "this whole situation you have going on."

"If you think you can do better, Hunt, I'd love to see you try."

You started about a thousand questions but didn't finish any of them, and James grinned as he shut the door behind himself. "I told you I'd show you what a real driver can do, didn't I?" he addressed you, crossing the room to where Niki had you pinned down.

Before you could say anything (not that you knew what to say), James grabbed your hair and kissed you, not quite rough yet but completely dominating as his tongue slid over yours and tickled the roof of your mouth.

"You wouldn't be doing that if you knew where her mouth had been, James," Niki chuckled.

"That sort of shit doesn't bother me, Lauda," James explained once he'd broken his lips away from yours. "It's called confidence in my masculinity, look it up sometime. I know exactly what's been in her cunt, too, and I'm still gonna show her how a real man eats pussy."

You got a little nervous at the sound of that, but wetter as well.

Niki circled to face you, clutching your jaw and examining your expression carefully as James hungrily licked and sucked at your cunt.

"If you're going to eat her cunt then let me fill it with my come first, give you a little taste of victory, eh?" Niki joked, but James pushed him away and you whined slightly when your boyfriend's cock slipped out of you... but it was only a moment before James knelt behind you, swiping his tongue over your swollen bud and drenched opening as you purred.

"I hope your jaw isn't too sore, Hunt," Niki sneered.

"It's not," James assured with saccharine faux-sweetness before diving back in to taste you further.

James stopped to lean his head out to the side. "Think she likes the sound of that, Niki— she clenched down on my tongue real tight."

"If you come for him, you won't like what I'll do to you," Niki warned you harshly. "You won't sit right for a week, at least."

"Oh, I see," Niki smirked. "You want me to tear up that little ass... should've known, you have that look about you: the kind of girl who acts innocent in public but turns into a whore when the lights go out."

Yet again James caught you reacting to what Niki said, though this time he didn't need to announce it since your own moan gave you away.

"Go ahead and fuck her then, Hunt, and get her ass ready for me," Niki instructed. You were surprised when James obeyed, standing up and unzipping his uniform as well to start rubbing his cock over your dripping pussy.

"You want it, sweetheart?" James taunted. "Ask very nicely."

"Fuck me, James, please," you sighed, and he was much more gentle than Niki had been as he filled you, letting you savor every inch of his length.

"Sounds so lovely when you say my name like that, do it again," James demanded, slowly beginning to rock into you.

"James," you breathed, gasping when Niki pushed his cock against your lips; you could taste yourself on him and it turned you on even more.

"I think we can find a better use for your mouth than boosting James' ego, yes?" Niki groaned as he started to fuck your mouth, holding your head steady. "Certainly he doesn't need any more of that."

You moaned loudly around Niki's cock when James circled his finger around your tighter rim. The first knuckle pushed in and you felt your knees wobble. Then back out again, then to the second knuckle-- each twist of his finger he went a little deeper, he even went so far as to spit on your hole which made you choke from more than just Niki's cock down your throat.

"Your girl's gotta sweet little cunt, Niki," James groaned as he fucked you faster. "You should let your pit crew use her, too, give 'em a morale boost."

"Maybe I will if she doesn't behave for us today," Niki considered, weaving his fingers into your hair to start fucking your face more roughly.

Your legs threatened to give out with the way James was fucking you; your eyes rolled back in your head with a suppressed moan as Niki kept using your mouth.

Around the same time Niki pulled his cock out to rub it over your face, James pulled out to slap his swollen head on your clit.

Another finger pushed into your ass and you made a sound that you hardly recognized as your own. "If I had known you liked it up the ass so much, you would've never taken it anywhere else," Niki promised with a growl.

Once James decided both your holes were ready, they seemed to have no trouble at all manhandling you into the position they needed— surely it was the first time you'd ever seen them work together— and soon you found yourself balanced on James' lap while Niki found his place behind you.

"Do you think you can take us both, sweetheart?" James taunted as you felt both of them teasing your holes.

"Well, I've never been fucked by two massive dicks before," you admitted, "and you have big cocks, so..."

"I'll miss that wit of yours when you become a mindless, drooling fuckdoll in the next two minutes," Niki stated plainly.

It only took ten seconds.

Your hands weakly held onto James' shoulders as you bounced on top of him, moaning lowly as you were filled beyond what you thought possible. Niki had to hold your waist to help guide you, occasionally thrusting forward to fill your ass with every inch of him.

"Ah, fuck," you moaned, reaching beside you to grab Niki's forearm in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

James tore your dress down the front and latched onto your tits, sucking hard and even letting his teeth graze one nipple while Niki used his free hand to pinch the other.

Even when your eyes fell shut and your brain was totally empty, you could tell them apart just by touch. It was Niki sucking a mark on the side of your neck, but James grabbing a rough handful of your ass. It was Niki that reached around to rub your clit, but James that nibbled and sucked on your earlobe while whispering things so dirty that your face burned hot.

"We can both feel it when you come, do it again," Niki demanded just before your third hit you.

"Give us a good squeeze, sweetheart, wanna feel that cunt milk me," James agreed.

"I-I'm coming," you gasped as your head fell back, both of them laughing and cooing proudly.

"There she goes."

"Good fucking girl."

"Gets tighter every time."

You only regained your ability to tell who said what when you felt Niki's lips against your ear, his voice soothing your aching, quivering body. "You want to be full of come, don't you?" he presumed, and you nodded sleepily. "We'll fill you as deep as we can, and you need to keep it in you for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Niki," you agreed softly.

They picked up their pace and you felt like a ragdoll as they thrust into your limp body, chasing their highs as recklessly as always until you lost your voice from moaning so loud.

James finished first, though you imagined this was one race he would’ve preferred not to win.  He bit down on your shoulder as he filled you, hard enough to leave a mark which you knew would anger Niki when he realized it.

"Tell me who you belong to," Niki pleaded one last time, coming inside you the moment you answered "you, Niki."

And then it was just the three of you, standing there in a sweaty jumble of limbs, catching your breath and trying to process what had just occurred.

“Do you think we can get out of here without too many reporters seeing?” Niki asked James.

“I’m going to worry about getting out of the girl first, then the building,” James decided, and the two of them helped lift you onto your numb legs, your body slow to recover from the onslaught of sensations that had been forced on you this long.  If anything was more jarring than being filled by both of them, it was both of them pulling out at once.  Come leaked out of you from more places than you cared to admit, and since James had torn your dress, Niki gave you his uniform to wear which left him in only the undershirt and boxers he wore beneath.

“I can’t believe I’m getting your spunk on my uniform right now, Hunt,” Niki grimaced, making James laugh as he zipped himself back up.  Funny enough, he looked the most normal after all this of the three of you; maybe because he always had that ‘just had some freaky sex’ look about him.  You and Niki were a bit newer to the game, so you didn’t wear it as well, but honestly you thought he looked pretty cute with his curls all messed up from when you’d run your fingers through them.

“Well,” James announced with a puffed chest and proud smile, “next time you two are having a lover’s spat, give me a call and I’ll lend a hand or cock as needed.  But I think I’ll take my leave now.”

What do you say after something like that?  Apparently the answer is nothing, considering you just nodded slightly and Niki gave him an awkward wave as he disappeared out the door with the nonchalance as his arrival.

Plunged into silence, you glanced over at Niki who was already staring at you.  “So?” he asked.  “Was he better?”

“No,” you answered right away.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Relief washed over you when he pulled you into an embrace and kissed your forehead; you couldn’t think of the last time he was so affectionate.  “Let’s get back to the track and find you a new dress, hm?” he suggested.  “One that James Hunt absolutely won’t get his hands on.”

#niki lauda x reader #james hunt x reader

[hangovercurse]

The GQ Couples Quiz

You, a famous actress, and your boyfriend, MGK, do an interview about your relationship for GQ.

Request: “Can I get a Colson Baker imagine where you do the couple interview for buzzfeed please”

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I changed it to the GQ interview because I couldn’t find the one for Buzzfeed, sorry!

Word Count: 2480

“Hey guys I’m MGK”

“And I’m Y/S/N”

“And this is the GQ couples quiz.” You both said at the same time before busting out in laughter at the corniness.

“I think you know way more about me than I know about you.” Colson said, a nervous look on his face.

You giggled, “I think I know some stuff that could get you into trouble.”

The producers behind the cameras laughed at that. “Okay, I’ll go first.” Colson picked up the cards in his hand. “What is my full name?”

You smiled, “Starting off with the heavy stuff here, guys.” You said, looking behind the cameras with a laugh. “Your full name is Richard Colson Baker.” Colson made a face at the use of his first name which made you giggle.

“Yeah, but if anyone calls me Richard or Richie,” he pointed straight into the camera, “I will come for you.” You giggled at his silliness, looking at your own card which held the same question.

“Okay, what is my full name?” You looked up at him, “If you get this wrong, I will walk out of here.”

His eyes went wide, “I think I know my own girlfriend’s name Ms. Y/F/N.” You giggled, nodding in approval, and letting him continue. “Where was I born?”

You rolled your eyes, “Houston, Texas. Easy. Where was I born?”

“Y/B/T” He said with a grin, flipping to the next card.

“What is my secret talent?”

“You say this is your secret talent, but you talk about it all the time so I don’t know if it counts.” You said, “but you can juggle.”

He nods, “That’s the only talent I have so it counts.” You giggled, shaking your head. “Yours is that you can balance shit on your head, right? Like cups and plates and shit.”

You nodded, “together we make a whole circus act.”

You both laughed, his entire body moving as he did. Eventually, he calmed down and looked at the next card. “I’m gonna look like such a shitty boyfriend.” You laughed, waiting for him to read the question, “What’s my favorite meal?”

You laughed harder, “you don’t know my favorite meal?”

He threw his head back, “I know what you eat a lot but like, I couldn’t tell you what is specifically your favorite meal.”

You giggled, “yours is Soul food. Like chicken and mac n cheese and all that.”

He nodded, “I was gonna say chicken wings, but you’re right.”

“Every time we go to Cleveland you drag me to that one place and you get so excited about it.” You told him and he smiled. “Do I wanna ask you what mine is?”

“Dude, you are gonna make me look so bad.” He shook his head, but tried anyways, “I mean, I know you like making breakfast with me and Case, but I don’t know if that’s your favorite meal or not.”

You grinned widely, excited that he got it right. “No, you’re so right. Like, it’s not the best food,” he pouted, “but the fact that we all make it together is really cute.”

He blushed, reading the next card. “What is my favorite song to sing around the house?” He started laughing in the middle of the question, making you laugh with him.

“Oh my god, what doesn’t he sing around the house?” You said to the crew behind the screen. Slim and Baze were standing to the side, laughing with you. “I guess normally its whatever he’s working on. Like I swear, no one is more obsessed with his music than he is.”

His cheeks were red and he buried his face behind his cards. “I’d like to disagree but I really don’t have a favorite song to sing around the house. It’s just kind of whatever’s in my head.’

“So, then I still get the point, right?”

“I guess you still get the point.” He sighed.

“Okay this one is different for me, what is my favorite song to dance to?” You asked, grinning slyly at him.

He rolled his eyes, “if you play anything by 24kGoldn, she will be dancing to it. If you play anything I’ve come out with, she skips it.”

You gaped, “I do not skip it you ass! You just don’t make good dancing music. There’s nothing wrong with that, I just can’t dance and cry at the same time.” By the end of your statement, you were both laughing like little kids. “But Goldn, he makes some dance-worthy music.”

Colson shook his head but continued. “What was the name of the first song I ever released and my first album?”

“Lace up.” You announced, making the x symbol with your hands. Colson nodded, smiling at you fondly. “Uh, your first song was…” you trailed off, thinking. “It wasn’t Wild Boy, was it?”

He shook his head, “nope, earlier than that. It was never on an official album.”

Your eyes shot open in realization, “Oh! Alice in Wonderland!” You shouted and he nodded, smiling proudly.

“I swear to God I look so bad right now.” He complained.

You chuckled, shaking your head, “We’ve gotten the same number of questions right! I wouldn’t have gotten that if you hadn’t told me it wasn’t on an album.” He let out a sigh but you continued, “what was the first piece of film I ever appeared in?”

You could tell he was thinking, “like commercials and stuff count?” You nodded, “you were in that Febreze commercial when you were like, 12, weren’t you?”

You laughed really loud, your head going back and your eyes shutting. “I hate that you know that.” Colson pumped his fists in the air, celebrating his correct answer.

“If you were to ask like your first actual like movie, it was Nerve, cause that’s how we met.” He said, a wide grin on his face. You nodded, matching his energy. He looked at the card, his eyes going soft. “Okay this one’s cute, when was our first date and what did we do?”

You giggled, remembering the long path to your relationship. “Our first actual date was on April 23rd, 2019. We went to a little drive-in movie and you borrowed Baze’s truck and we sat in the bed and uh… let me just say we didn’t do much watching.” The crew members started laughing with you, so much that you had to take a few seconds of a break.

“We’ll cut the break out, don’t worry.” The assistant director said. Colson’s face was red, trying to hide his laugh as you went back to the video.

You cleared your throat, “when was our first kiss?”

He chuckled, “It was not that night, funnily enough.” You both giggled, hiding your face in embarrassment. “Our first kiss was the night before. It was my birthday and we were in this huge house and there were a ton of people around and I realized that you were the only person I actually wanted to be with at that moment in time. So, we snuck out to the backyard with a bottle of something and spent the rest of the night getting drunk with each other. And at some point, I kissed you.” You smiled, the memory of that night coming back to you. “And then I asked you on said first date.”

There were a few scattered “awes” from the production team, which you laughed off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was cute, next question.”

He shook his head at you but read the next question, “Ugh, these are all so cheesy. When did I first say I loved you?”

You chuckled, “You were on tour and I hadn’t seen you in like two months except on the phone. So, when you got back, you took me and Casie out for lunch and then we went to this skate park. I remember I was teaching Casie how to skate and you just kind of blurted it out. And Casie and I both looked at you like “what the fuck did you just say?” and you got really embarrassed about it and then Casie said “finally!” like she had been waiting for it.”

You were a giggling mess, happiness flooding your body as you remembered the moment. “No,” he started, “you don’t understand. Casie figured it out like weeks before me. We were talking on the phone, and this kid, my nine-year-old daughter, started teasing me about how nervous I was to tell you.”

Your grin widened. “I swear Casie would’ve killed me if I hadn’t told you that day.”

“I will have to thank Casie at some point.” You said as you flipped to the next question. “What is my favorite movie and TV show? You gotta get them both right.”

He put his head in his hands, letting out a sigh. “I know your favorite movie is Nerve for obvious reasons,” he motioned up and down his body, “however, I know you’ve seen The Dirt about a hundred times, so.” He pointed his head at you and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s so egotistical.” You said to the camera. “But you’re right, Nerve is my favorite movie not only because its how we met but also because it was the first movie I was ever in. But if you were to ask my favorite movie that I’m not in, it would be The Dirt. You get 2 points for that one.”

Colson nodded, “hell yeah. Okay, what do I consider my biggest career accomplishment?”

Your eyes went wide as you realized you didn’t know the answer. “I could say like three or four different things right now.” You whined, looking to him for help. “When Miocic started coming out to your song, when you recorded with Crue, when Cena started using your song. You’ve done so much shit.”

He chuckled, “yeah but what’s the most important one, like to me?”

You tilted your head, “Was it when you performed on New Year’s?” You asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He laughed, “you’re a goddamn mind reader, I swear.” You smiled, sighing in relief, “yeah, it wasn’t like the biggest thing but it was the most important to me.”

You smiled, “we’re just on the same wavelength.” He rolled his eyes at your goofiness. “Okay, okay. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

He chuckled, looking down at his hands, “if its something I did and we’re like, in public, you just won’t talk to me and like you won’t let me touch you.” He turned to the camera and the rest of the room, “like we are both very touchy people, so if she stops holding my hand or something, I know I fucked up.”

You giggled, nodding in agreement, “but if I really mess up, she’ll let me know.”

“We’re very big on communication.” You smiled, both of you stifling laughter at the many memories of you arguing over stupid things. “But it’s why this works, y’know?” You said to the camera.

“You should get this one, what’s my biggest fear?” He asked, the room falling silent.

You turned to look at him, a soft smile on your face. “Losing Casie.” You said, “or me, but mostly Casie.” You both knew how much he loved Casie. It was what attracted you to him so much in the first place. And since you’d known him, Casie had become equally important in your life.

He nodded, “yeah. I’ve had, like, actual nightmares about it. Scariest shit.”

You let the answer linger in the air for a second before pulling out the last card. “Okay, last question. When did we first meet and when did you first realize you liked me?” You grinned up at him and he blushed.

“First day we met was the day of the Nerve read through and we hit it off immediately. But I realized I “liked” you,” he used air quotes when he said the word liked, “when you did that ladder scene. I remember thinking like, “damn, that girl is fucking metal.””

You laughed, “I was so terrified but I was trying to keep calm because I wanted you to think I was cool.” You squeezed your eyes shut, “I was freaking out.”

Colson laughed with you, pausing to catch his breath, “but the first time I realized I loved you was when I was on tour. Normally I called you before I went out after the show, but this one night I was really burnt out and the only thing I wanted to do was to sit on the bus and facetime you. And even though I was like four hours behind you and it was like 5 am where you were, you stayed up with me and we just talked for a while. And then you fell asleep without hanging up and I couldn’t bring myself to hang up. So, I just, as creepy as this shit sounds, I just watched you sleep. And I had that thought of like, I could do this every night and not get bored of it. And that’s when I realized that I loved you.”

The look on your face explained your emotions perfectly, and it was something the internet talked about for a while after the video was released. Colson blushed, “now you gotta say when you first realized you liked me so I don’t look like a little bitch.”

You laughed loudly, body shaking. “Ok, first time I realized I liked you was when you brought Casie to set. Like, the way you acted with her and everything was so sweet. Like I was already attracted to you but that was the point where I was like, woah.” You made wide eyes to prove your point. “I realized I loved you the same facetime call. I hate being woken up and I was really mad when my phone rang. But then I saw it was you and my heart literally did a little backflip. The next morning, I woke up to the call still going and you were asleep on the other end and I realized that I would never answer a facetime call at 5 am for anyone else.”

He smiled fondly at you, “we’re so in sync.” You giggled, agreeing.

“Okay, that was our really cheesy GQ couple’s quiz. Thank you guys so much for watching. Stream Daywalker by MGK and Corpse.” You said to the camera.

“And go see Y/N’s new movie out on Netflix!” Your boyfriend said giving a thumbs up to the camera.

The director gave you the signal to cut and you let out a sigh of relief, looking over to Colson, who was already looking at you. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you too, dork.” You mumbled, moving from your chair to his, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #colson imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff

[the-desolated-quill]

You guys REALLY want me to drag The Batman, don’t you?

Like… I try to keep a kind of ‘live and let live’ attitude with these films nowadays. I personally can’t stand Thor: Ragnarok for example, but whatever. Each to their own. But honestly, the sheer number of bad takes I’m seeing about The Batman, it reminds me of Iron Boy. How dumbass MCU stans keep insisting that Iron Boy is how Spider-Man should be done when that’s so objectively wrong, which you’d know if you had even so much as glanced at a Spider-Man comic. That’s where I’m at with The Batman right now. People pretending this film is a masterpiece and the perfect Batman film when it’s so clear it’s not. Joel Schumacher’s Batman films are closer to the source material than this crap.

And just the sheer lack of self awareness too. No joke, I’ve just seen someone on Tumblr admit that the ‘Riddler’ doesn’t actually have anything to do with the actual Riddler (he doesn’t even really leave riddles) and is kind of interchangeable with any other villain, and yet still describes him as a good villain, even though they literally just spelt out why he’s not. (Honestly he has more in common with Prometheus than the Riddler, but of course Prometheus wouldn’t be sexy enough, so they changed it to something more marketable because that’s how art works, am I right?) And then you’ve got the people going gaga over bisexual Catwoman, even though she’s not really bisexual and the woman who could be construed as a girlfriend if you squint hard enough gets killed off, which is the basic definition of ‘bury your gays’. It’s like Birds of Prey, but somehow even more homophobic (and people thought that shit was good too).

And I’m getting SICK of people woobifying Robert Pattinson. I’m sorry, but the constant lying and bullshitting in interviews isn’t charming. It’s just annoying. And people claim that it’s because of Twilight and his bad history with the press, except if that’s the case, why the fuck is he taking on a high profile role like Batman? Just stick to indie films. It’s like when Oscar Isaac complained about how Disney handled Star Wars, only to then jump straight into Moon Knight, an IP owned BY THE SAME COMPANY! Why would you do that Oscar?! At best you look like an idiot, and at worst you look like a fucking hypocrite!

I’m sorry if I’m coming across like an arrogant, gatekeeping snob, but it’s just so fucking infuriating to see everyone taking part in this bullshit production. The Batman has got to be one of the most cynical and shallow movies I think I’ve ever seen, and yet we’re deluding ourselves into thinking that this is a) a good Batman adaptation, and b) high art. No. Let’s be brutally honest. The reason people are clamouring to this fucking movie is because they’ve been fed a steady diet of MCU crap over the years and now something different has come along and people are praising it simply because it’s different, even though ‘different’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘good’ and it’s not even that different in the first place. It’s like if you spent your whole life eating McDonald’s and then got treated to Burger King. Your main takeaway shouldn’t be that Burger King is the best thing ever, but rather that you desperately need to start going to some other restaurants and broaden your palette. 😡

#anti the batman #dc #quill has a moan #feel free to send me angry anons about how wrong and stupid I am because that’s bound to make me change my mind

[writingtoforgetreality]

Gold Rush (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist]

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Summary: Your career was blossoming, especially with your new role in “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. Working on set was a dream come true. It was never your intention to fall for one of your coworkers. Not when you knew that he would never look at you that way.

Words: 2,637

Warnings: language, it’s Anthony Mackie’s world & we’re just living in it, angst, feeeeeels, maybe I cried, maybe I didn’t, we’ll never know, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Inspired by: “gold rush” by Taylor Swift

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

You scored big time when you were casted in the upcoming Marvel series “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. Working alongside Anthony Mackie & Sebastian Stan had been more than you had ever wished for. The atmosphere on set was harmonious. Everything would have been fine if it were not for your stupid crush on your fellow castmate. Mackie picked up on the fact that you liked Sebastian almost immediately & he teased you about it one too many times. No matter how obvious his teasing, it seemed like Sebastian was completely oblivious to it. Or he acted as if he had no clue. You were not quite sure about that.

The press tour was going strong, which meant that Seb, Mackie & you were teamed up for every interview. Now, that was not something that bothered you too much. After all, you were more than comfortable around them. But when some interviewers did not know where the line was, you got frustrated. Like, okay, we got it. Everyone with eyes knew Seb was hot. But as an interviewer, you should know when to stop. Shamelessly flirting in front of the camera with basically a stranger? Sorry, but you had no explanation for such a behavior. Yes, some interviewers flirted with you, too. But you were great when it came to brushing them off while staying polite. Of course, Mackie’s teasing did not make this any easier for you. Every now & then, he would bring up the chemistry you & Seb shared on screen. And off screen. Like usual, you laughed at him & so did Seb. During interviews, you teased each other a lot, it was a playful manner you all enjoyed. And the audience loved the three of you for it.

Sometimes, when Seb answered a question that had him explain scenes with you or something similar, you hated the butterflies you felt inside. You hated how your cheeks warmed up. You hated that he had such an effect on you. You hated Seb. You hated him for being so perfect. You hated him for being a literal God. You hated him for ruining every other man for you. Because nobody could ever compare to him. And you said that even though you were not even in a relationship. Hell, you were not the only person who looked at him that way. If the interviews were not proof enough, a look at social media did the job, too.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

“So (Y/N)…” the man sitting opposite of you started. It was not a lot of times that questions were directed at you. Usually, people were more excited to talk to the guys. No offense taken. “The chemistry between Sebastian & you can be felt even after such a short trailer. My question is…are you two, like, a thing?” of course. If you got a question, it was about your love life or about how great you looked in your suit. The others got complex & well thought through questions & you got this shit. Internally rolling your eyes, you stayed professional & answered casually.

“Sebby & I are friends. We work well together. We know each other well enough to communicate with our eyes, body language & so on. Some people mistake that for dating, apparently.” finishing off with a sarcastic chuckle, you had to hide the fact that you wished that there was more between you two.

“I gotta say. Even I think they’re dating sometimes.” Mackie smirked when he spoke up which earned him a light slap from you. Seb only hid his face behind his hand & laughed quietly. It was nothing new. You were used to his teasing by now. Looking over at Seb, you could not help but admire him. Even when he was embarrassed, to you, he was the most beautiful person on this planet. Not a single flaw. Just…perfect. If only you had enough courage to do something about your damn feelings.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

I see me padding across your wooden floors

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

“Stop that.” Mackie walked over to where you were sitting. Finally, you had a break after hours of giving interview after interview. Looking up, your face turned into one of pure confusion.

“Stop what?” he exaggeratedly rolled his eyes at your question.

“The daydreaming.” it was a simple statement. But why would he tell you to stop that?

“What? Is it forbidden to daydream now?” chuckling at him, you offered him one of your coffee cups. Your handler brought you two because you had not slept much that night. But Mackie needed one just as much & he gladly accepted it. Still, he could tell that you were trying to change the topic. Not with him, though. Sitting beside you, he sighed loudly.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” he looked straight forward when he asked that question. Your face fell at his words but maybe, maybe, if you played dumb, you could get out of this conversation without any awkwardness.

“Tell who what?” your innocent eyes bore into his side profile & you saw him shaking his head slightly. A low chuckle escaped him.

“Tell Seb you like him or I will.” he stated & your eyes widened in fear.

“You wouldn’t dream of it.” exclaiming frantically, you grew more nervous at the thought.

“I wouldn’t trust that thought.” & after a few seconds of silence, you breathed out loudly.

“Yeah, sure. And I’d risk our friendship for that? Forget it.”

“He likes you, too, you know?” he casually stated. Your face changed, but only for a second. He was wrong. Someone like Seb could never like you back.

“Stop, Mackie. Don’t just run around assuming shit.” you pushed his shoulder playfully but it did not do too much. What a surprise.

“My running around assuming shit isn’t assuming. It’s facts. You guys are awful, by the way. It’s exhausting, watching you two trying to dodge your feelings. Why can’t you just, I don’t know, get everything sorted out & be happy together? If someone deserves that, it’s you.” yes, Mackie could be sarcastic but when push came to shove, he could be serious, too. And that last part, he meant by heart. Was it true? Did Seb like you? More than a friend? Maybe you should just tell him. Life was too short to be filled with what if’s. It was now or never, right?

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it

And then it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

'Cause it could never be

Wrapping up for today, the three of you decided to grab some take-out & eat it back inside your hotel. After quickly showering & dressing more comfortably, you made your way over to Seb’s room. Mackie was already there, he texted you at least ten times to hurry up because they were starving to death. Dramatic diva. Knocking softly, a smile spread across your face when Seb opened the door. Stepping aside to let you in, you greeted Mackie briefly. He was already eating so why the hell was he rushing you earlier? He could be such a child. Seb handed you your food & motioned for you to take a seat on the bed. Take-out in a hotel bed? It should be illegal. Usually, you were not one for eating in bed but whenever you where staying at a hotel, it became some sort of a routine for you. Same for the guys. For a while, the three of you just talked & ate your food. Conversation always flowed easily with them. You knew all of their secrets & they knew all of yours. Well, except for Seb having no clue about your silly crush on him. When he & Mackie discussed a topic you did not know too much about to actually engage in their conversation, you found yourself stealing glances at Seb. If it were not enough for him to be so gorgeous, of course he had the best personality to match that. God really took his time with him. And the weirdest thing of it all was that Seb never let that thought get the best of him. He was aware of people admiring him but that never changed him.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

Mackie got a phone call & said goodbye to you before leaving the room. Which meant that Seb & you were alone. It was nothing special, the two of you spent a lot of time together. This time, though, you wanted to confess to him. Finally, you wanted to tell him how you felt. Could you live with the rejection? Well, if things turned in that direction, you had no choice but to. Seb’s lips moved but no sound came out. You zoned out & simply stared at him. Your thoughts were running wild. The sun had already started setting & the golden light illuminated his features in such a beautiful way. It almost looked like a movie scene. He was the masterpiece others could not keep their eyes from. You were this close to speaking up, taking a deep breath for preparation. This could change your bond with him forever.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

A phone ringing interrupted you. It was not yours. But Seb pulled his phone out of his pocket. The moment he saw the notification, he started smiling so brightly. The smile you had grown to love so much. It brought a grin to your face, too. The things this man could do to you, completely unaware of the effect he had on you.

“What?” you asked when he could not stop staring at his phone. Had Mackie sent him a message?

“Nothing, it’s just…” he stopped before saying too much but you were having none of it.

“Aw, come on, Sebby. You can tell me anything.” encouraging him, your hand found its way on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. Seb seemed almost shy right now. And this was weird because he usually was everything but shy when he talked to you.

“There’s this girl & she’s just…amazing.” your face fell the moment he started talking. No. “I asked her for dinner but when she hadn’t replied after hours, I started losing hope. She just messaged me back.” his smile was sheepish & you hated that you had to admit that he looked happy right now. Genuinely happy. But you were not the reason of his happiness. Another girl was.

“And? What did she say?” deep down, you knew the answer & you actually did not want him to say it out loud. But you were best friends, after all, it was kind of your duty.

“I got myself a date. I’m going on a date with her, (Y/N)!” he beamed & pulled you into a big hug. One, that made the butterflies act out. Fuck, that hurt.

“That’s great, Sebby. I’m happy for you! You deserve it.” your excitement for him was fake but the sincerity behind your last words were not. If one person on this planet deserved endless love & happiness, it was him. Mackie was wrong. Seb had never liked you. Not in that way, at least. And his date saved you from embarrassing yourself & ruining your friendship. That did not change the fact that you felt like crying right now. You could not shed tears in front of him, could not show how much it actually affected you. No. You had to fake a smile. And that shit hurt like a bitch.

At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it

'Cause it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

'Cause it will never be

“Something’s wrong with you.” Mackie stated at breakfast. No shit, Sherlock.

“What makes you think that?” feigning innocence, you rolled your eyes when you saw the look he was giving you.

“Clearly, you’re upset. Did something happen after I left you with Seb yesterday?” he hit the nail on the head with his assumption.

“Yeah.” was all you answered. His eyebrows raised, he waited for you to continue. But when he noticed that you were not planning on engaging in any more conversation with him, he pressed further.

“Did you tell him? Did he mess up?” if Seb messed up, he would kill him. There was no other person who was better for him than you. The two of you deserved each other. And everyone seemed to realize that but you.

“I wanted to tell him.” admitting quietly.

“But?”

“He got a notification.” your short answers made Mackie freak out. He grew frustrated with you when you dragged out this entire conversation.

“(Y/N), come on.” he urged.

“Sebby has a date.”

“With you? But that’s great.” his smile was small but present. Did you finally realize that you were feeling so much more for each other?

“With another girl.” then you looked up at his face, your eyes glossy. Clearly, you were trying to keep it together but he could tell that you had a hard time doing so. Yes, Mackie would kill Seb. He could have sworn that Seb only had eyes for you. The stolen glances, the efforts to make time to spend more with you. What the fuck was going on? When he saw your first tear falling, he wasted no time in pulling you in for a hug. You were broken, all because of one man. But the thing was that he was not just any man. He was Seb. Your best friend. Your everything. But he would never be yours. Not in a million years. Because he only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was not like you did not have options. Hell, you declined so many people over the time. All because of him. And you were afraid that this would not change anytime soon. Because you did not think you would ever get over him. Your heart was ripped into a million pieces & the only person who could help you fix it was getting excited over his upcoming date. Whatever you thought could be between you guys, it was nothing but a dream. Something that could never be.

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Published (04/22/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @buckysleftarm420 (thanks for your support <3)

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