#weekly streams are better for him so ! good !

[undercoverpena]

2. lemon twist

frankie morales x f!reader | chapter two of do me yourself

summary: a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

wordcount: 3.4k chapter warnings: [see masterlist for series warnings] meet cute, flirting. fluff. flirting in person and over IG. frankie being a single!dad to a son. frankie gives reader/you a nickname (paint related from chp.1) no other descriptions or name used. no use of y/n. an: thank you so much for all the love on chapter one, and the bonus graphic. I'm so happy to bring you chapter two! also, WE'RE POSTING WEEKLY BABIESSS

prev chapter | frankie's ig

key: frankie is in bold, you are in italics

A soft, melodic tune pulls you into the land of the living, aware of the tug of it, and the immediate reluctance you have to leave the comfort of your dreams.

Your hand hesitates, reluctant to emerge from under the snug warmth of your sheets before your fingers are tapping and searching, all sluggish with sleep, groping blindly as it crawls against the wooden top of your bedside table. It's only when your fingertips connect with the screen does the world fall into silence.

Nothingness. Stillness. Peace.

The perfect environment for your mind to come to itself as you slowly open your lashes, raising a balled-up fist to rub slumber away, as your gaze meets streams of light rolling in through the breeze-blown curtains.

Then it hits you.

Comes to you in a trickle. Then a flood.

One after the other, memories of last night rush over you. Messages sent and received coming to you, recalling the way you'd tucked a pillow under your chest as your thumbs replied quickly to each incoming DM. Then, you recall the giddiness, how it fluttered through you—how it still remains. Still ever-present and very much thrumming inside of you as you begin to smile.

It remains on your face as you roll out of bed. A brief memory of something he said making you laugh as you wash your face, and another when you brush your teeth.

That feeling stays with you as the sun glistens through your kitchen window. One which adds a glow to the place, making the little smoke stains on the walls and the chips on the kitchen counter seem better, less noticeable—and less irritating.

You smirk as you wrap your hand around your mug—because is it too soon to wish him a good morning? Should you wait for him?

Sighing, rolling your eyes, you land on the dresser you were sprucing up in the place a dining table should be. Your eyes linger on it—teeth picking at the skin on your lip—just as it does so each time you come in this room.

A reminder once again that this place should be a home you’ve been building for years, and not just the last few months. There should be photos on the walls of a relationship playing out alongside family and friends, but those ones placed in between are still just empty.

Like so much of your home.

Taking a sip of your coffee, you drop your stare to the newspaper under the feet of the dresser. The stories were told in black and white splotches over in many shades, dotted around as you tested and checked to see what would make the old, worn thing look like something new. The same thing you’d somehow managed to get delivered through a smile and a sweet, please.

You had been, for so long, undecided on the shade.

Yet, as you gaze upon it now, your imagination begins to weave a vivid portrait. It conjures the image of what it might resemble should you succumb to the shade that's gradually painting itself in imaginary strokes.

Sliding your phone from your pocket, you open up your DMs.

Does butterscotch orange come in a paint type suitable for wood? It does. You at work today? Desperate to see me? Just looking to help someone shift paint they can’t sell. What you looking to paint, Rainy?

Taking another sip of your drink, the warmth kisses your palm similar to the temperature blooming in your cheeks from conversing with him again.

Choosing, instead of words, to snap a photo, knowing it'll be easier, simpler.

Watching it send, the little speech bubble appearing as your mind drifts to the hair above his lip, the facial hair along his jaw—the little patch you’d wanted to graze your thumb over.

You think of the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles; when he’d looked pleased to see you in the paint aisle—something akin to a modern-day meet cute you see on the TV.

You coming in today? If I can… gives me something to do this afternoon.

You bite your lip, considering it—whether it’s too forward to make a flirtatious comment. The two of you skirted around it last night, practically river dancing—not quite stepping over, but not quite retreating either.

I’ll get you it ready at the main desk. My hero, Frank.DIY Don’t push it.

It’s the third visit you’ve made, and while you gloss over the paint chippings on the door, you do notice the circular stains on the floor.

They’re brown, smudged slightly at the edges as though someone has, at one time, attempted to clean (whatever it was) quickly after it had appeared. It’s clear they had failed.

Your eyes scan over it, for a moment forgetting anything and everything.

Just existing in today's scent, which happens to be singed wood—chippings of it practically in the air—as the sound of an electrical saw starts up and begins screeching in some distant corner until you hear your name being called.

And it silences everything.

That voice could pull you from anything, you think.

A crisis, your thoughts, a spiral.

You’d heard his voice plenty all last night as you watched videos of him hanging shelves, answering questions likely sent to him on how best to prime a wooden handrail, and still, you weren't sure you were sick of his voice.

That, and DIY had honestly never sounded so hot.

After the shortest walk to the counter, a brief hello, a grin you wish you could try and smother a touch, you’re leaning on the counter. His eyes focused on you, watching every move you make as though looking anywhere else would be a crime.

“You got a Sharpie there?”

Frowning, you feel you can breathe easier when his eyes drop to the counter—rustling around the till area as you rest your elbow.

“Because I forgot mine and I think I should ask for a signature this time.”

Pausing, he slowly lifts his chin, then eyes. “Funny.”

Shrugging, you grin, watching him ring up the tin—occasionally smirking to himself, before shaking his head as you pay, your phone vibrating on the counter that you continue to ignore.

“You gonna be alright with that?”

Scrunching your nose, you pocket your phone and tilt the can on the counter. “Painting a dresser or carrying this to my car?”

Something sparkles in his eyes, a little shimmer. His mouth opening, likely ready to spill nothing but charm and flirtation again, when another voice cuts through—one gruffer, more tinged in age.

“Francisco, what you d—oh, I see.”

Your smile remains, even as you stare up at the older man—the one with wiry whites and spotted greys you’d seen sitting behind the counter on the day you left to get coffee with Francisco.

It’s notable, how smaller, and thinner the older man is—how he moves like he’s pained by each step until he slumps into a chair and puts on the brightest and biggest of smiles before offering his hand.

“The name’s Harry.”

You look at it, only briefly, flicking your eyes to Frankie who looks like he’s wishing the earth would open up at his feet and swallow him whole. A somewhat twisted, forced blank expression and the mildest of eye rolls follow when your hand slips inside Harry’s, offering your name.

“Thought it was Harold,” Frankie says, rather bitterly.

“You have to call me Harold, but she can call me Harry.”

Smirking, you bite your tongue, rolling your lips as you smooth down your blouse—trying not to make any more eye contact with the man you’d really come to see.

Sliding the paint closer to you, you offer a softer smile, one that is nothing short of kind. “It was lovely to meet you Harry, and I’ll see—“

“—Rainy.”

His voice cut through as the can slid from the counter, the sudden acknowledgement of the weight showing—likely scorched across your face as your arm drags down, shoulder going with it, just about saving it from the ground.

It’s only as you look up, do you find Frankie half over the counter, spotting the key rings and cart tokens rolling around the floor—the stand on its axis from his sudden movement.

So, is Rainy my name now?

You caught that?

I did 😏

I wasn’t thinking.

I have to ask.

Here we go.

Do you always wear the hat or is it a Frank.DIY thing? And is it Frank or Frankie or the newly learnt Francisco?

Whats wrong with my hat? And Frankie and Morales were taken.

Morales your surname? I feel I’ve hit a sore spot.

Yes. And you have but you can make it better.

How?

Meeting me for a very boring lunch this week.

You’re really twisting my arm. Which is mean. You saw the stress my shoulder had to endure today.

I tried to warn you. I’ll let you bring your Pinterest board and your saved Reels.

I fear you just want me for my organisational inspiration.

Can’t help you decide if I’m the man for your project if I don’t know what you’re after.

Fair, I guess I can meet you for a business lunch.

Would you be more into meeting me for lunch if it wasn’t a business lunch?

It depends on what kind of lunch we’re talking about.

I’m very badly trying to ask you out on a date.

Oh, that’s what you’re trying to do.

Unless I’ve read this wrong.

Nope, read it perfectly. I guess I have to confess to you that I really would love to go on a brunch date with you, Francisco.

Lunch date. Let’s not get too romantic. Don’t want you to fall head over heels and visit where I work twice in two days.

Has Harold told you how hilarious you are?

It’s nice—the place he’s chosen.

All washed in bright white, yellow splashes and pastel accents. Plants adorn as much of the walls and ceilings as humanly possible, with guitar-infused music softly playing as the door clicks into place behind you.

It's so nice, in fact, you almost want to live here. To spend an infinite amount of time brushing your thumb over the leaves to see which ones are real and which ones are very good fakes. So pretty that it’s the kind of place that if you weren’t looking for him at a table, you’d snap a photo of it all and send it to a friend.

But, as soon as your eyes land on him, he's the only photo you want to take.

White t-shirt, with a dark shirt thrown over the top, still very much all broad-shouldered and wide chest as he smooths his hand down as he stands.

The hat, one that you'd assumed would be a staple, is all but gone, curls at odd angles as though his fingers have been teasing them—tugging and pulling as the ends slightly frizz—as he moves around the table when you approach.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he grins, hesitancy thrumming before he must question himself, snaps himself back into place from dragging his eyes up and down you.

Then, he’s moving, gently—enough time to register he’s moving to hug you, and plenty of time to politely decline.

But you don’t.

Allowing his hand to slide over your waist, delicate, very much cautious and all but respectful, at the same time as his breath flutters over your cheek. You almost turn your chin, wishing to all of a sudden curl into it before his lips graze your skin, lashes fluttering before you feel him moving back.

And, fuck, the scent of his aftershave is still washing over you in thick waves. It does its best to slide up your nose and make a home there as heat rushes to your cheeks.

You almost turn, almost catch the last bit of his lips, eyes focused on his, holding, burning them in as you find yourself unable to tear away from it. Two people, swirling, completely lost in only the other—the rest of the world fading to a muted shade, nothing compared to the hue he exhumes in the centre of brightness and pops of colour.

A thing you turn over, unable to stop yourself from stealing stares as he pulls out your chair, before joining you by sitting opposite.

“Thought this was a safe bet, wasn’t sure what kind of lunch person you were.”

“More of a brunch person, honestly.”

He smirks, flicking his eyes up, even if his head is tilted down at the menu.

“It’s very nice—not been here before.”

A brow arched, he smiles—shyer, the beginning of the dimple appearing before he casts his eyes back down.

“What do you recommend, Francisco?”

You don’t miss his snort, the way he sticks his tongue in his cheek as he gives you that look—one that makes you want to keep flirting and testing him all at once. One that makes you clamp your jean-covered thighs together, but secretly hope he notices you doing so.

If he does, he doesn’t show it. Instead, using his index finger to point at various parts of the menu, recommendations falling, rolling—a shimmer in his eyes at certain parts, that makes it easy when someone comes over to ask for your order.

You suspect it’s a favourite, the one you’ve chosen. Something is written into the way he holds your gaze before he stumbles over his words, practically trips, to say his.

It’s only when you’re alone, do you rest your elbow on the table—the coldness of it rising up your skin, rooting you—as you lean your chin on your palm. “So, do I get my Pinterest boards out now or…?”

“Funny.”

You bite your tongue as you smile, staring, admiring. “So, outside of terrorising a man in his own shop, running an Instagram, what does Francisco DIY do?”

Shaking his head, he takes a sip of his water—a bead collecting, remaining on his lower lip for a ridiculously long time, before the tip of his tongue casts it away, and sweeps it from your view.

“My… my friend fights—like MMA. He stopped for a bit, but now he…”

You wait, let it form—let him decide what it is he wants to tell you and when, and how. Sliding your feet out under the table, stretching as you relax into the chair, finding his eyes fixed, concentrated.

“I go to some of his training.”

“Good at DIY and MMA training? Starting to wonder why you’re single, Butterscotch.”

He laughs, soft, rich. “Just… haven’t been looking to date.”

Nodding, you let out a heavy exhale. “I wasn’t either.”

His lips purse, twitch to the side, a smirk half forming somewhere in his cheeks as he leans over, elbow resting on the table, foot catching yours under the table.

Mirroring you entirely as the two of you just stare. And, normally, it would be weird. Odd. But, it doesn’t feel it. If anything, it makes you want to commit each crease from his smiles, each wisp of hair along his jawline that crawls up his cheeks—the patch that could be traced with your thumb, an almost heart shape left, ready to be stamped with a pair of lips.

Your eyes only pull from it when your drinks arrive—when the moment is broken by the real world—as you lean back, let your eyes move to your server, thanking them as you take your drink. And then, the two of you are alone.

“Might change my Instagram name.”

Brows lifting, he pauses his glass close to his lips. “Oh yeah, what to?”

“Rainier Grey—makes me sound elusive.”

Snorting, he shakes his head, sipping on his water before placing the glass down close to your hand. Fingers brushing against it, a thing which makes your eyes flick over your screen.

“I dare you.”

“You dare me?” you say. “How old are you?”

“A man too old for dares.”

You brush your index finger over the back of his fingers, lingering on it, noticing the way they flex as you do as if battling to take your hand in his.

Even if you’re determined to go halves, Frankie’s insistence beats you.

All ‘Don’t argue with me on this, alright?’ said in a tone deeper, more serious than you'd heard to date. And, it's hard not to let heat lick up your spine at the sound.

Even if he’s giving you kind brown eyes as you hold your hands up in defeat.

Smirking, you watch him pay, spotting the picture in his wallet of a boy with a missing-tooth smile almost as big as the man in front of you.

“Alright Morales, but next time it’s my treat.”

“Next time?”

Smirking, you bite your lower lip as you stand, grabbing your things. “Think you’ve earned it.”

Each step to the door feels heavy, a fluttering in your stomach—a grin that can’t be wiped, barely doused when you say goodbye to the people behind the counter.

It grows wider when he gets the door for you, the cooler, outside air creating a vortex of his aftershave all over again (that you hope finds a way to bury itself into your skin) when he opens it.

It’s odd, almost insane—the giddy way you feel as the two of you walk to your car. His fingers are so close to brushing yours, the distance to your little vehicle becoming shorter and shorter as you desperately wish for another few blocks.

Disappointment flares, trying to scratch out the happiness inside your stomach as you pause at the car, trying to smile, but finding it difficult.

Rubbing the back of his head, you watch him roll his lips. “I had a great time.”

Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you nod, “Me too.”

“Won't have to wait long, you've promised me brunch.”

“Think I said I’d pay. But, if you want brunch, I’m down to blow your mind.”

You realise too late, mouth hanging open, the words hitting—landing in his ear as you watch him process them.

It’s sluggish, almost lagging, the way his face lights up, the way his eyes widen and his smile grows into something close to what you had across the small table—not tinged in any way by the upcoming goodbye.

“Well, if that’s—”

“Shut up,” you say, cutting him off, hand ready to push his arm, but you slide it around his waist.

Face close to his, bodies almost flush.

You watch him swallow, how his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he flicks his gaze from eye to eye.

Licking his lips, he smiles. “Can I kiss you?”

The moment you nod, he’s leaning—lips brushing over yours, fingers tightening on his waist as you move with him, all delicate, smooth, downright velvety as your other hand finds his neck. Feels his pulse against your palm, the warmth of him against your skin, before your lips part, deepening it, letting him have more, as much as he wants—

Then, he moves you. His palm meets your car, guiding you back until your spine meets the side of your vehicle, and he leaves another mark of him—thumb and four fingers—in the grunge the city throws at your car.

The other is the one he leaves pressed against your lips, all invisible, sweet and aching. Leaning in, your fingers find purpose on his neck, skating around, teasing a low curl as you lick into his mouth delicately.

All teasing, caressing, the arm around your waist tightening as the two of you remain almost flush against the car.

And it’s dizzying, all unexpected—but then, so is he.

More so, when you part—nose against nose, eyes opening to find his doing the same.

“I should…”

Your fingers slide, wiping his bottom lip before resting it on his chin, nail stroking against the hair there. “Okay.”

“I’d like to,” he begins, slowly stepping back, allowing cooler air to flow between where your bodies were pressed together, “Not wait to see you again—and, help you. With your project.”

Rolling your lips, you smile. “I’d like that too—both of them.”

“Alright.”

“Okay,” you smile. “Let me know.”

Nodding, he steps back up on the curb, hand wiping across his mouth.

You actually changed your handle.

Told you, I don’t back down from a dare

Guess I owe you one.

Can I cash it in at any moment?

As long as it’s appropriate, yes.

There goes my idea of daring you to strip in the shop and make out with a paint tin.

Have to just dream about that one.

Oh, I will Francisco.

NEXT CHAPTER ->

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[auras-moonstone]

someone requested this but i lost it😫😫 the request asked me to write a story about reader being a streamer and jack and her meeting through one of mason’s streams. i hope you like it! 💖

locked up in your arms — jack champion

word count: 1,581

pairing: jack champion x streamer!fem!reader

summary: y/n’s crush gets exposed during her stream with mason, but luckily he feels the same.

Y/N HAD STARTED HER TWITCH CHANNEL PURELY FOR FUN, NEVER EXPECTING SO MUCH PEOPLE TO START FOLLOWING HER. She did pretty much everything—reactions to movies, music, chatting, occasionally gameplays. People were instantly drawn in by her charm, kindness and sense of humor.

And Mason Gooding had been one of them. He absolutely loved her channel, so when he saw Y/N was a huge fan of the Scream movies, he didn’t hesitate to reach out and asked her to do a stream with him. She, of course, said yes. The viewers loved their dynamic, and their shared streams became something they did weekly.

“You have gotten so much better at this game” Mason said as they finished playing Dead By Daylight.

Y/N grimaced “Sure, I still suck. I mean, my gaming experience starts and ends with the Sims”

Mason laughed, and was about to respond when the sound of his phone interrupted him. “Jack Champion just texted”

The girl gulped, hoping that the mic didn’t catch that. To say she had a crush on that actor was an understatement. Her face turned a dark shade of red, and prayed that it wouldn’t be that noticeable through the camera.

“He says, Mason tell the people I say you’re a sussy baka” the streamer read the text, trying not to laugh.

“Did he just say sussy baka?” Y/N pressed her lips together.

“Don’t make fun of my boy!” Mason warned her.

“I’m not! I thought it was ador- hilarious” holy shit she almost said he was adorable.

“And tell Y/N the Sims is a great game, and I bet she builds beautiful houses” Mason continued.

“I do build beautiful houses. Thank you, Jack!” she said, glad the stutter didn’t come into play.

oh god y/n is about to go into cardiac arrest

hey! don’t expose her lmaooo

girl is crushing hard

didn’t we know she had a crush on jack already??? have you seen her scream 6 reaction???

omg yes she totally thirsted over him for two hours straight.

Mason bursted out laughing at the comments. “I need to see your Scream reaction holy shit. Why did no one ever tell me?”

“They’re exaggerating” they weren’t. “And drop it! You’re not seeing the reaction”

“I so am” Mason said. “In fact, why don’t we react to your reaction?”

“Why don’t we end the stream and never talk again?” she frowned, acting annoyed.

“You’re so adorable!” he laughed. Mason actually thought she and Jack would make an excellent couple, and he was so going to make that happen. “Anyways, that was the end of an eventful stream. Now we gotta go, Y/N needs to put ice on her cheeks”

“I hate you” she said as she ended the video call.

Mason texted her a few minutes after the stream ended.

hey ur not mad at me, are u?

no, i’m not. i just am a little bit embarassed

now everyone knows about my crush

did jack say something? pls tell me he was not watching the stream anymore.

i don’t know. he didn’t say anything, so maybe he left before you exposed yourself

very funny

anyways he’s going to find out. people are for sure sending the clips 😫😫

why are you so worried?

it’s not like you’re going to meet him.

no i know

but idk, i don’t want him to think i’m a weirdo

for having a crush??

don’t be silly. he won’t, jack is the sweetest guy on earth.

okay fine

maybe you’re right

i’m overthinking as always :)

MASON ALMOST LET OUT A SCREAM OF EXCITEMENT WHEN THE TEXT ARRIVED. He had been pretty much hopeless about his plan, so he was caught off guard when Jack told him he was going to LA that weekend. Now, there was one last thing to do.

hey y/n/n

hey mason what’s up?

are you free this saturday??

yeah why?

devyn, jasmine and jenna are dying to meet you, so they told me to invite you :)

we’re doing a picnic!!

yess i’d love to!

GREAT I’M SO EXCITED

why?

BECAUSE😬😬

you’re so weird

thank you

see ya on saturday

Mason couldn’t shake the smile off his face as he opened the group chat he had with Jasmine, Jenna and Devyn.

she’s coming!!!

the ship is about to sail!!! 🚢

she’s going to hate me but it’ll be worthy

i still can’t believe how red she turned during the stream. she’s absolutely adorable

okay but can we talk about how smiley jack was when we showed him the clips???? he’s down bad too

that’s why i’m doing it. i wouldn’t if i weren’t sure they are attracted each other.

i can’t wait till saturday😫 they’re going to be so cute!!!!

he’s going to kill her with adorableness with his dad jokes

he already killed her with the sussy baka thing. i can’t believe he said that. he’s lucky he’s pretty

Y/N, AT THE SAME TIME MASON WAS TEXTING ON THE GROUP, OPENED THE MESSAGES APP. She had a huge smile on her face as she texted.

he really thinks he’s being a mastermind 😭😭😭 it’s so funny

i know 😭 i bet he’s planning everything on the gc with the girls. he has no idea. i feel powerful😎

you are so cute 😫 i can’t wait to hug tf out of you

cute? so, in your scream reactions you call me hot and say you’d be lucky to have been one of my victims and irl you call me CUTE? 🙄

you’re not ethan landry, jack

he’s top 1 on my love of my life list

what place am i in?

third

THIRD?? who’s second? 🥺

taylor swift

oh yeah. should’ve figured.

well, to make you feel bad, you’re in my top 1.

i don’t feel bad at all, jack

oh… well okay. i am totally fine being in your top 3, tbh. at least i made it.

NOW i feel bad😫

i really want to hug you, like the thought of it brings me butterflies

just a couple of hours left ❤️❤️

we have two entire days alone before we meet with the group

i can’t wait to see your pretty face in person🥹🥹

ughhhhhh

stop being so sweet when you’re not here😫😫

i’ll see you in exactly 8 hours :)

good night gorgeous 💕

night pretty boy 💖

Y/N STOOD IN FRONT OF THE METAL STAIRCASE, WITH A SIGN THAT SAID LOVE OF MY LIFE #3. She offered Jack to pick him up from the airport, so there she was, waiting anxiously for her boy.

She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. They had been talking for a while now—he sent her a dm only a few days after the stream, and had been talking non-stop ever since. Both of them have been open about their feelings for each other, as they were pretty obvious, and they basically acted like a couple. Even though that had never met in person, until now.

Jack’s heart stopped when he caught sight of the beautiful girl with the sign, which made him laugh a lot. He pushed through the people, muttering quick so sorry’s until he reached her. Y/N was looking up at him attentively, as if trying to take in every detail about him. The sparks in her eyes made his stomach go crazy.

“You’re real” he breathed.

“I mean, there’s this theory that we are actually characters in some big videogam-“

Jack grabbed her by the cheeks to pull her close to him, so their foreheads were touching. His smile could literally light up a whole town “You can tell me all about your interesting theories, which you know I love to hear. But right now I’m deciding if I should kiss you or hug you”

“In that order, please” she said, completely wonderstrucked by his close presence.

And so they kissed. Y/N found out Jack was a slow kisser, which she absolutely enjoyed because she never wanted that magnificent kiss to end. And Jack discovered Y/N was very touchy—her hands wouldn’t stay in just one place, but she explored every inch of visible skin.

“Now I want my hug” she said after a couple of seconds of trying to recover her breath. Jack threw his head back laughing before embracing her in the so awaited hug. “Yup, never leaving these arms” she squished her cheek against his chest.

The grip around her shoulders tightened “Thank god, cause I didn’t know how to tell you that you’re now forever trapped in here”.

“Um, could you please move?” one old woman said.

Y/N sighed as they pulled away “Taylor Swift was right when she said forever is the sweetest con”

“I’m sorry. You two are really adorable but I want to get home already” the woman said.

“No, it’s okay. We’re sorry” Y/N smiled kindly.

“Let us help you with your baggage” Jack offered, taking one of the suitcases while Y/N grabbed one of her bags.

“How long have you two been together?” the woman asked as they walked her to a taxi.

“Oh-uh…” Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. She wanted to think they were together even though they never said the word ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’.

“Three months” Jack spoke up. “We live in different states, but we talk everyday. We never made it official, but in case you were wondering, and this is for you too Y/N/N, I feel that we are a couple”

The woman looked at Y/N, waiting for her answer. The girl smiled brightly, feeling the weight of her heart evaporating “I feel that way too, Jack”.

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[starryeyedjanai]

rolling the devil’s dice

kinktober prompt: sweat | 4k | explicit tags: omegaverse, alpha steve, omega eddie, camboy steve, scent kink

read on ao3

Eddie's an idiot. Certifiable. Undeniable.

Just- he knows better than to do shit like this.

But that doesn't stop him from being an idiot from time to time.

He started watching this camboy's streams - King Steve, he calls himself - months ago.

He was just looking at first, just browsing to see what was out there, see if there were any cute alphas he could find to jerk it to.

He thought his type was maybe a bit different from what he assumed was normal for everyone else. He's not interested in the macho alpha type, the type to get possessive and mean and demanding when they sniff out an omega slicking up.

No, he tends to go for softer types of alphas. Alphas who don't think with their knot, for one. Alphas who let their omega take charge sometimes, let their omega lead them instead of forcing them to follow, who don't subscribe to the whole "weak omega, strong alpha" shtick.

It's not even that he doesn't enjoy being taken apart and pieced back together by someone - he loves being a good boy for another omega - someone who gets it, someone who isn't demanding it from him. He loves betas who can get him out of his head for a little bit.

It's that most of the alphas he's encountered have been ones who expect him to be the one who's submissive and that grates on his fucking nerves. He does not like alphas who think that sex between them can only be one way.

So he specifically has to go searching for ones who don't fit the typical "alpha" vibe.

He has to leave his small town for the city nearby and go to alternative clubs to find alphas who aren't afraid of getting their asses fucked and showing how much they like it. Because those tend to be the ones that won't act like a raging asshole when it comes time for Eddie's heat.

He thought it might be a tall order, finding even one alpha online who checked all his boxes, but maybe it was presumptuous of him to think that. But he grew up in a small, backwards town in Indiana. The alphas here were hardheaded assholes who couldn't take no for an answer most of the time and wanted their omegas to be perfect, petite housewives.

But online, there's a plethora of alphas to choose from. Alpha women and men who spread themselves out on a bed and take themselves apart for their audience to see. Alphas who jerk themselves dry, whimpering the entire fucking time.

Eddie doesn't really have the spare money to subscribe to all the lovely alphas he sees when browsing OnlyFans for the first time, but he can spare enough money for one subscription, which means he has to make a choice.

He finds a few people that he might like to subscribe to and then he finds him.

King Steve.

The name alone almost deterred him because - really? - an alpha who names themselves "king" is probably exactly like all the alphas from bumfuck, Indiana.

But he's pretty and that draws Eddie in. He's gorgeous with soft looking hair and pretty moles scattered all over the parts of his body Eddie can see.

From the one-minute preview clip of his pretty face with his mouth dropped open, sounds of him jerking off his probably equally pretty out of frame cock and the couple free lewd pictures to lure people in, he can see that he's fucking beautiful. It's enough to make Eddie pause his search and look deeper, go to his twitter page and see more photos and short video clips.

There's a tiny video clip on twitter of him fucking himself open with a large dildo and it has Eddie wet and aching in the 60 seconds it takes to watch it.

He's phenomenal. And exactly what Eddie's looking for.

So he subscribed to him and he's tuned in for his weekly live streams every week since.

Steve seems like he was practically made for Eddie. With his strong, muscular body and his charming persona, he's everything Eddie wanted going into this.

The problem lies with Eddie's inability to separate a fan-based, parasocial relationship from real life. Because he feels like he's starting to like Steve more than is normal for someone just subscribing to his OF.

The little tidbits he learns about him from his streams - and he doesn't even know if any of it is real, that's the whole fucking problem - make him like Steve even more.

From hearing about his school life - he's studying to become a physical therapist - to hearing about his best friend who's a beta who he once thought he was in love with. He likes learning these things about him. He likes interacting with him in the chat before the live stream starts because Steve is witty and funny and Eddie is so, so stupid.

He likes it when he types something into the chat during a performance and Steve responds to him, personally, because in the moment, it feels like Steve is purposefully searching for Eddie's username in the chat. He does it a lot, but maybe Eddie is just sending in better material than the average ur so hot comment or the weird shit some other people send.

He knows it's bad when he starts thinking about plans for his next heat and his first thought, instinctively, is to tell Steve about it because maybe Steve can - what, exactly? Drop what he's doing wherever he is in the world and fly to Indianapolis?

Eddie flushes and feels so stupid that he even thought to tell him. He doesn't mention it in the chat during the next live stream but he desperately wants to know how Steve would respond.

He doesn't even know him but he likes watching him so much it's apparently turned his brain to mush.

During the following live stream, though, Steve says he's thinking about setting up a contest of sorts and wants to gauge the audience's interest. The gist of it is whoever wants to can pay their way to getting Steve's PO Box info to send him an item of their choosing - it could be scent related or a toy they want him to try out, but Steve will use whatever it is to make himself come on one of the streams.

It's stupid how Eddie is instantly dripping slick, thinking about Steve opening up a pair of Eddie's underwear on stream, covered in his scent and his sweat and his slick and his cum and jerking off onto it, mixing their scents together. He doesn't really believe in fated mates or anything, but if he did, he'd think this would be the perfect opportunity for the universe to prove him wrong.

It's also stupid because Steve has to have tons of subscribers and more than a few of them are interested and are already dropping tips large enough to cover his entry fee.

So Eddie knows it's stupid. He knows he probably won't be the one picked, but he wants to do it anyway. He works an extra shift to cover the cost of entry and the shipping fees and the special scent-proof packaging to keep the scent of his items ripe for Steve.

The deadline to ship stuff to Steve falls right after Eddie is scheduled to have his heat so he knows exactly what he's going to give him.

He spends his entire heat thinking about Steve. He thinks about what it would be like if he were with him. How Steve would probably let Eddie take charge, let him ride Steve's knot until he was satisfied, would let Eddie fuck him when waiting for Steve to get hard again after knotting him.

He just knows in his bones that Steve would take such good care of him, be a good alpha and get him off as many times and in as many ways as he wants.

He comes a ridiculous amount of times and his sweat and slick absolutely soaks through the underwear he's wearing and the shirt he placed beneath him. His scent is permeating both items and he's almost purring at the thought of Steve smelling them.

When he's all wrung out and pleasantly sore from fucking himself over and over and over again, he uses the scent-proofing packaging to bag up his underwear and shirt.

He hesitates before closing the box he's shipping them in and ends up throwing in his guitar pick necklace.

He's so embarrassed to be doing this. To have such a weirdly strong connection with a stranger who wouldn't give him the time of day if they ever bumped into each other in real life. And now he's giving him what feels like a piece of himself.

Eddie groans. It's not like he'll even be the one who's chosen, you know?

The chances are slim and he doesn't know what's going to happen to the packages Steve doesn't choose. Is he going to throw them out? Is Eddie literally just throwing his money away on this? Maybe so.

But he can't help but desperately wish that it's his package that'll be chosen.

He waits patiently for the stream where Steve will choose and the day it comes, he sits in front of his laptop impatiently.

He's been jittery all week.

He can't believe he spent so much money on this. On the special scent-proof packaging so that the scent didn't fade and so that he didn't get weird looks when he went to drop the package off. Plus the shipping costs. And on top of all that, he pays a monthly subscription to this guy, and he paid additional money to be sent the address of the PO box where the package should be delivered.

He's sweating, sitting here thinking about Steve opening up his package on camera and liking how he smells. He wants that so bad, but he knows there are so many others who sent stuff to him too, and there's no guarantee his package is the one that will be chosen. He called it a lottery for a reason.

And Eddie stupidly threw money he didn't have at him because he's so down bad for him.

When the stream starts, after he does his standard greeting, Steve says, "I had my friend Rob help me out since there were so many packages. You all really surprised me. I thought I'd have maybe ten to choose from and could just put them in a grab bag and pick from there but we had almost 40 packages! Four, zero! So my friend numbered them all and I'm going to do a random number generator so you all can see I'm not cheating."

He holds up his phone and shows them a picture of the packages strewn across his living room with the boxes already labeled in sharpie and then pulls back to tap a few times and then shows them the website where he's getting a randomly generated number. He hits the generate button and it pops out number 22.

Steve turns the phone back towards himself and throws his head back laughing. "Ooh! Twenty-two is a good number. Rob, can you grab that one for me?"

He chats with them for another minute while his friend is getting the package.

"Thanks babe," Steve says when he's handed a package labeled 22 in sharpie.

It's a box that is the same size as the one Eddie sent but he can't be sure it's his. He's biting his nails here.

Steve reads the chat again before opening the box and he laughs and says, "Don't worry, my darlings, Robbie was just helping out and now they're leaving. They said they do not want to be here when the fun actually starts."

He doesn't open the package right away, building the suspense. He puts it aside and starts pulling off his shirt.

"To get ready for whatever awaits me in this package," he says with a wink. It makes sense but goddamn does Eddie want to know if it's his.

He gets his shirt off and Eddie can't even complain because he loves looking at Steve's body. He just wishes he'd hurry the fuck up.

He unbuttons his pants, but doesn't take them off before he sits back down and opens the box.

"Okay, so the first thing I see is a scent-proof bag, which is exciting! That means I'll get to scent whatever's in there. Let's see if there is anything else." Steve rummages around and takes out- oh. Oh fuck.

He takes out Eddie's necklace.

It's his package. Jesus fucking Christ.

He really didn't expect it to be his, but now that it is, a flood of slick flows out of him at the thought of Steve getting to scent his clothes. His fingernails are digging into his palms as he tries to calm himself down.

Steve puts the necklace on - puts Eddie's necklace on. If he wears the necklace for the rest of the stream, Eddie doesn't know if he's going to survive it.

His whole body is tingling with arousal and it's so sudden and so unexpected that he has to get up and pace back and forth for a minute.

Steve starts speaking on screen, so Eddie walks back over to his laptop.

Steve is looking at the pick and saying, "-must be a musician, then? Or you just really like music. I don't- I think this is a band's name on here, but I've never heard of it. I won't say it on stream since that might be like- doxing, if it's your band, but I'll keep this on for the stream." He puts the side of the pick with the band's name facing in towards his chest.

Oh fuck. In his fit of stupidity, he sent his pick necklace that has Corroded Coffin's logo engraved on it.

He can't even take a moment to think about his stupidity because his skin is buzzing and he's more excited about Steve opening the rest of the package than he is worried about accidentally getting doxed. He's more excited than he has been about anything in a really long time.

He might have a slight Steve problem, but it's okay. It's manageable. It's going to be fine, watching him scent Eddie's slick and cum coated clothes is going to be fine, right?

This is going to sate whatever obsession he has with him and that'll be the end of it. Then he can move on, right?

He hopes he's right.

Back on the stream, Steve is getting ready to open the scent-proof packaging so that he can scent the clothes. It's - the anticipation is killing him.

He says, "I'm gonna get started now, I think." He grabs his box cutter and cuts into the scent-proof packaging to open it. He tosses the box cutter on his desk and reaches inside to grab what Eddie sent him.

Eddie's on the edge of his fucking seat, watching intently. Watching for any minuscule detail, any indication that he likes what he smells.

It turns out that he doesn't need to be looking so closely because as his hands touch the items Eddie sent, Steve is groaning and bringing Eddie's underwear up to his face to get it even closer.

Steve gasps out, "Fuck- it's. This is- I can't even talk right now, what the fuck?"

He's gripping Eddie's panties - because he went out and bought a sexy pair of panties for this, another expense he doesn't have the money for - tightly, inhaling long and deep pulls of breath in, making these sweet noises in his throat.

Eddie's not going to survive this at all. He's dripping wet, and aching about it.

Steve moves one of his hands below the view of the camera and knocks the box to the ground and groans deep in his throat. They can't see what he's doing from this angle, but it's a little obvious with the jerky movements of his shoulder.

He groans, deep and drawn out, like he normally does after a long session with one of his dildos drawing those noises out of him.

He scoots his chair back, likely remembering that he's live and people probably expect to see his cock at some point tonight. And-

He's-

Fuck.

His dick is already out - just pulled out of his pants hastily - and it's pulsing cum out over his fist, which is gripped tight around his knot. He- he doesn't ever knot on camera.

He's talked about it before, about how it's usually too much and leaves him too sensitive without an omega hole to milk it, so he doesn't knot even off camera most of the time.

But he's.

He scented Eddie's panties and immediately got his cock out and knotted his fist.

The thought makes Eddie dizzy. Makes his already shot nerves go haywire and he's kicking his pants off before he can think about it, still staring at Steve's cock, wet and glistening, still twitching and kicking out come.

He gets a hand around his cock and can't stop himself from planting his feet and thrusting up into his fist. Seeing Steve like this - and because of him - has him on the edge immediately. He's soaking his underwear much like he did during his heat, smearing his scent everywhere.

He can't look away from the screen. He sees Steve still taking in breaths of air with Eddie panties under his nose, sees the way he starts to get shivery after another minute of squeezing his knot with his hand.

Eddie jerks himself hard and fast, fucking up into it and moaning, louder than he has any right to. Watching Steve get all sensitive like he talked about, without a hole, without Eddie's hole around his knot to make it better, has Eddie gasping and coming in no time.

He gets his come everywhere, up his shirt and on his chair and on the floor, and it's like they're in sync for a second, both of their cocks leaking and twitching in time with each other before the comedown. Like Steve was just waiting for Eddie to get there before he stopped coming.

Steve whines on the screen, tightening his fist around his knot. Eddie squeezes his cock in sympathy. He wishes he was there, wishes it was his hole that was wrapped tight around Steve's knot instead of his fist. He wishes he could scent Steve right now, have Steve scent him back, nose buried in his neck.

He shivers thinking about Steve licking over his scent gland as he writhes on his knot.

Steve lowers the hand that has Eddie's panties in them. He looks dazed. Genuinely, truly dazed.

He looks into the camera, lets out a shaky breath, and says, "So that was, um, that was unexpected."

He's still got tremors running through his body, fist still tight around his knot. He's absolutely covered in cum. It's all over his fist and dripping down onto his pants, streaked up his chest. Eddie wants to clean him up with his tongue.

He looks down at himself and seems to realize the state he's in.

"I hate to end this early, but I have to, I need to- I still can't think right now. I gotta go," Steve says, looking to the side where he can see the chat. "Sorry, guys. Hope you enjoyed that, but I'm a mess and need to shower."

He ends the stream before Eddie can even think about saying anything in the chat.

And what would he say anyway? Oh, hi! I'm the one whose scent just rocketed you into knotting your fist for the first time for the entire internet to see. Care to chat?

He's so pathetic.

He exits out of the ended stream and cleans up the mess he made before showering.

He has a lot of thoughts in the shower. He never once believed in fate or mates or any of that, but his scent alone was enough to have Steve knotting up and that has to mean something, right? Or maybe he just wants it to mean something.

He could be alone in thinking that and Steve could already have someone, maybe whoever Robbie is. He scrubs a hand down his face and tries not to let his mind wander too much. Fuck.

He knew he shouldn't have sent anything. It's just his fucking luck that he'd be the one picked and now what? He's even more obsessed with Steve, getting jealous over imagined boyfriends and thinking they might be fated mates.

He gets out of the shower and towels off.

He tries not to think about it over the next few days, but his mind keeps on coming back to it. Of course it does. He's never seen anything like it. Never seen or heard through the grapevine about anyone who this sort of thing happened to. With just a scent, an alpha popping a knot. It's like something from the movies. He can't not think about it.

He contemplates messaging Steve, because of course he does. But he doesn't want to seem like he's desperate for attention. There's probably a hundred of his followers who are claiming the package belonged to them. It's not like he put a note or a return address on the package other than the store he shipped it from. He didn't think this far ahead because he didn't think there was ever a chance of anything like this happening.

He wonders if Steve cares who sent it. If he's laid up with his boyfriend while Eddie panics over this. If he's back to his normal life outside of streaming and not thinking about this at all.

He wants Steve to be thinking about it.

He has to message him, right? He can't just let this go - there's a more than likely chance that Steve, this alpha he's been obsessed with for way too long, is connected to him in some way.

He's still not sure if he believes in fated mates and all that, but this has to mean something. It has to.

He's determined to figure out a way to word a message that doesn't have him looking completely pathetic, but it turns out he doesn't have to.

When he logs back onto the website, there's a message waiting for him. From two days ago.

Hi! So I think you're the one who sent me the package that I opened on camera last week. At least I hope you are. I've been looking, trying to find who you were because a bunch of followers sent packages and you probably already know that so why am I telling you this. But a bunch of people messaged me saying they sent the package, but none of them could tell me the return address on it or even what state it came from. Anyway, I wanted to find you myself since it doesn't seem like you reached out unless I missed it? I looked up the band on the necklace in the package, and one of the members is named Eddie and they're from the same state the package was mailed from and then I went through the people who tipped and were sent the PO box to send stuff to and your handle is EddietheBanished and that kind of fit, so. So I'm hoping it's you. Like, I'm really, really hoping it's you. And I'm hoping you'll want to talk. It's okay if it's overwhelming and you'd rather not deal with it, but I really, really want to talk if you do. Let me know. Stevie

part 2

#there's a part 2 coming on october 18! #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #omegaverse #steddie ficlet #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #janai.doc

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hands? yes please.

Walking in and hearing you was nothing new for him. He’d usually hear you singing in the kitchen or yelling at a game you were playing. Walking in and hearing your moans coming from your shared room was something a bit new for 3pm. 

Curiosity got the better of him as he entered. Placing his stuff down carefully as to not scare you. You were getting louder and and sounded desperate but all he could hear was you. Well and a slight dinging. 

The door was cracked open so he didn’t even have to make a sound as he peeked inside. There you were ass in the air and fingers moving in and out of your wet center. You had a ball gag in your mouth to muffle the sounds. The sounds that were going straight to his cock. 

“Mmm -” you moaned out as you stuck a fourth finger in. 

Bakugo was drooling at this point. He knew about your little side hustle but it was usually when he was away on long missions. He had never seen you live and in person before like this. In all of your glory working yourself open and drooling yourself on the sheets. 

“What a welcome home,” he growled. 

Everything stopped at this point. Though the pings were doubling now. Your free hand worked it’s way towards the gag pulling it out slowly. 

“Hey baby, glad you’re home,” you moaned out.

Turning to look at your monitor you giggled and looked at Bakugo again.

“You’re making the viewers go crazy Baby, they want you to join me,” you said. 

“Is that so? What do you want sweets?” He asked. His voice hoarse and sexy as he walked closer to you. 

You were thinking while your fingers were starting to inch towards your core again. Taunting and teasing while you looked at him, eyes half lidded. 

“I know you can’t be on fully, but I bet they’d like your hands. So big and strong,” you got out in a breathy tone. 

He chuckled and crept towards you again, “Oh, you think they deserve it? Should they get to see me making my girl feel good?”

"Come check the comments," you told him.

Sauntering over to peer at your screen but not be seen on camera he scanned the comments flooding in. He knew you were popular but you had more than doubled what you made weekly I'm the 20 minutes you were streaming.

"If you wanna see it so bad pay up," he growled.

The numbers started to grow exponentially. He smirked down at you as you started to run your hands up your thighs. Eyes locked with his the whole time and not even noticing your camera anymore. His hand began with feather like touches on my spine. 

“I knew you’d like this, coming home to see me stuffing myself full without you,” you giggled.

“Full huh? I could give you something to stuff you full,” he growled. 

A smack to your ass as he moved closer to your core. You were dripping again already. He coated his fingers as he slowly moved in between your lips. The small sounds coming from you only made him want to fuck you more. He had to be good though since he didn’t want to give his identity away. 

“You’re right, you always fill me must better,” you mewled. Pushing back against him a little more.

“Needy little slut aren’t you, trying to fuck yourself on my fingers and I haven’t even done much,” he said. 

Bakugo turned toward your set up. Watching comments come in about how good you looked, how you were dripping, how he must be a good lay if you were this desperate. He couldn’t agree more. He was so proud of you. 

“Your viewers are just as bad as you are Princess, you fuckers enjoy watching me finger fuck my girl so much? How about you buy her something nice,” he suggested. 

The numbers were flowing in even more now. You weren’t even paying attention as you were grinding against his palm to get what you wanted most. 

“I want you, please,” you were begging at this point.

“What more can I give you angel?” He asked. A slight slap to your center as he started toying with your clit.

“It won’t even get your face, please fuck me,” you whined.

He pondered while his other hand come over now to start fucking you open again, “You sure they deserve to see you get pounded like that?”

Frantically nodding and fisting the sheets you whined again. He could hear a faint please come out of you. He was already moving his sweats down just enough. His cock came out and as you saw it hard waiting for you you groaned loudly. 

“Pretty making all of those sounds just for me, waiting for me to split you open and make you scream huh?” He asked. His hand kneading the flesh of your ass. 

“Been waiting for you to come home and fill me all day baby,” you replied. Your hands coming to spread yourself open to present yourself to him. 

Lining himself up with you he teased your clit with the head of his cock. Coating it to slick himself up before he slammed into you. Hands kneading the flesh of your hips as he groaned feeling your warm wet insides around him. 

There was a constant ring now as donations and messages were flooding in. Those were drowned out by the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and his grunts as he fucked you into your mattress. 

“Oh fuck, I knew I was missing you. Fucking pussy drooling on my cock while your viewers watch, dirty little thing,” he was panting. 

You’d respond but his other hand was holding your head into the sheets. Anything coming out of you was muffled. Not that you were complaining. This was one of your favorite positions. 

“I can feel you clenching around me, you gonna cum so fucking soon huh? You that close, love me pounding into you like this, huh?” He kept up. 

He was getting close too, he had a stressful day and this was exactly what he needed to unwind. Feeling you so warm around him and and ready for him. He was twitching. 

“How much to cum inside her huh? What’s that worth to you?” He asked towards the monitor. 

“If you cum inside me I’ll pay you Ka- baby, please,” you managed to get out. 

That pushed him over, his cum filling you and giving you exactly what you needed to finish as well. You were both panting but you knew the show was over. Turning around just enough to thank the viewers and sign off. Katsuki fell on you after that. 

“That was a lot of fun, thank you Katsuki. Bad day?” You asked. Pulling his head down as you turned so he could lay on you. 

“Not so bad anymore, you almost slipped up Princess,” he whispered. He was falling asleep. 

Hand combing through his hair you were going over all of the donations and comments on your last stream. Your eyes going to one that had sent in 50,000 yen with the comment ‘Let Dynamight know he should cover the scars on his hand if he wants to continue these shows.’

You’d keep that to yourself for now but would make sure that he wore gloves in the future should he want to be a special guest.

#bakugou katuski x reader #dynamight #mha #bnha #aged up characters #aged up bakugo #pro hero bakugo x reader #mdni #smut #mha smut #bakugou smut #cam girl reader #late night post

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CHERRYSH YOUㅤ. . .ㅤ﹫ park jongseong ★

꒰ 🧾 ꒱ park jongseong & gn reader, 500 words. ㅤg fluff, no set au, established relationship, drabble. ㅤw pet names, kissing, mentions of food. ㅤinspired by this fanartㅤlibrary

the corners of jay’s rosy lips tugged up in a grin at the feeling of your arms around his waist. “hi, love.” he spoke, a chuckle escaping him when you gave his cheek a peck. “want a cherry?”

“mhm,” you nodded, letting your boyfriend pop one of the round fruits inside your mouth.

he kept washing them under the gentle water stream, plucking out the stems to soon prepare the sauce for his pie. if you weren’t so insistent on your weekly cravings, you wouldn’t be seeing the blond’s lean form clad in an apron, glasses sitting at the tip of his pointy nose as he prepared the baked good. you were glad you pestered him enough.

inevitably, jay stole a glance and caught you eyeing the ripe cherries. ‘another one?’ was what his expression and raised eyebrows wordlessly inquired. at the confirmatory shake of your head, he gave you a lopsided smile. “c’mere then.”

before you knew it, he had already pulled you into his chest, your body fitting snugly against his. jay didn’t even bother to dry off his palms, resting them on your hips and firmly keeping them in place.

soon, you were kissing him, and a playful sigh left you when you didn’t get the cherry you wanted — jay’s laughs were all muffled by your mouth. matching your slow pace, he slipped a cold, water-soaked hand under your sweater and coiled it around your waist, eliciting a gasp out of you.

park took the opportunity to sneakily break the kiss, and whilst his eyes gleamed affectionately at you, he put something in his mouth. the young man then went right back to savoring your mazzard-flavored lips, tongue darting out.

the little squeaks of surprise you let out were always amusing to him. he wished that he could have a built-in recording machine in his brain and commit them to memory. you failed to notice that, in the deep mess of swollen lips, jay’s teeth tugged on something that ended up with you.

pulling away with a hazy vision, you felt the item inside your mouth, finding a cherry stem tied in a knot. the small burst of bewilderment you had for it faded away as soon as it came.

“hey!” you scoffed, your boyfriend’s cheeky beam making you crack one of your own. “i asked for a cherry, not a stem.”

“i’m sorry, beautiful.” your honest grumbles of dissatisfaction only made jay fall even deeper for you, and he quickly fed you with the prettiest red fruit he found. “is that better?”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, fixing his glasses and chewing on it. “yeah, way better.”

something about the mischievous glint in his irises told you that he wasn’t that interested in baking anymore, and that made you cock an eyebrow at him.

“so...” he fiddled with the necklace you wore, not taking his gaze off you. “more cherry stems?”

there it was. you dismissed him by briefly sealing his lips with yours and giving him one of the cherries. “focus on the pie, baby.”

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ㅤ𝗿𝗲𝗶’s notes ⪩⪨ dedicated to all my jaytuals he’s in love w u all he told me

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forever and ever | lf63

hey yall!! this is my first tumblr post so pls be nice

also it’s loosely based on the song how you get the girl by tswizzle bc she’s mother

for reference: y/n is your name y/h/c is your hair color y/n/n is your nickname

word count: 1.03k

warnings: slight cursing

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stand there like a ghost shaking come the rain, rain

it was a cold february night in ann arbor, michigan. y/n sat on her bed, calmly studying for a biology test she had the next morning. all while listening to the pouring rain outside her dorm window.

her roommate was out on a date with her boyfriend, leaving y/n alone for the night. she shut her biology textbook as she heard a knock on her door.

she got up from her bed, bare feet padding softly across the tiled floor.

she opens the door to find the absolute last person she expected to see.

“luca?” she said in pure confusion.

there he stood, clad in grey sweatpants and a dri-fit tee, drenched and shaking. the boy ran a hand through his hair as a small puddle began to pool beneath his feet.

she’ll open up the door and say, are you insane, -ane?

“what do you think you’re doing! are you insane?” she whisper-yelled, afraid of waking up her neighbors.

“yeah, probably” the older boy chuckled. she grabbed luca’s wrist, gently pulling him into her dorm. once he was inside, the y/h/c girl closed her door.

she immediately went to her closet grabbing a sweatshirt and sweatpants for the boy. “thank you” he mumbled as y/n placed the clothes in his arms.

say it's been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want

the fantilli boy emerged from the bathroom dressed in the dry clothes as y/n went back to studying.

“i came here for a reason, you know” he said breaking the silence. “why is that?” y/n asked pointedly, being diverted from her studying once again.

“it’s been a long six months, and the have been the hardest six months of my life” luca began. six months ago, y/n made the decision to end her two year relationship with the defenseman.

“luca you not listening to me” y/n cried “i get hockey is something you’re really passionate about and it requires dedication but the same goes for a relationship!” at this point, she had tears streaming out of her eyes.

luca had cancelled their weekly date night for the third week in a row, because he had hockey. y/n was gutted. the girl had a very rough day and all she wanted to do was spend time with her boyfriend.

“y/n this is my dream we’re dealing with! my dream to play in the nhl! and the only way i can do that is if i get better! this isn’t high school anymore y/n! this is my future and i can’t be slacking off” the boy raised his voice slightly.

“if i don’t get better than organizations won’t want me, and if they don’t want me what good is any of this” he said dejectedly, motioning to his dorm where the couple currently stood.

“luca don’t you think i know that!” y/n exclaimed. “all i ask is that you put at least a small amount of effort into our relationship” she cried.

“i am y/n!” luca yells. “but clearly my efforts aren’t enough” he says aggravated. “you know what luca…” y/n begins, “you don’t have to do anything anymore. go have fun with your team, because this” she motions between the two of them “is over.”

with tears in her eyes, y/n left the room of her now ex-boyfriend. luca followed her out calling her name, but she didn’t turn around. as much as it hurt, she knew it was for the better.

“yeah it has, hasn’t it” y/n reminiscing their relationship. “i gave my all to hockey and i should’ve given my all to you too” he sighed.

“i didn’t know what i wanted and i was scared” he continued “but i know now” luca walked towards the girl taking her soft hands in his.

and then you say i want you for worse or for better i would wait for ever and ever broke your heart, i'll put it back together i would wait for ever and ever

“i want you, y/n/n” he said looking deep into y/n’s eyes. “i want you to be by my side after big wins and big losses too. i know i broke your heart y/n” luca trails off as a tear slowly falls down his face.

“letting you go was the biggest mistake i think i’ve ever made. and i will wait for however long you want me to if it means i get to have you in my life again” y/n wipes the tears from his eyes and pulls the taller boy into a hug.

with her arms around his neck and his around her waist, the boy breaks down. “i still love you y/n” luca sobs, burying his face into the crook of the shorter girls neck.

“i love you too lu” y/n says, wiping the few tears that managed to escape from her eyes.

luca tightens his grip on y/n, afraid that if he were to let go, she would disappear.

“im so sorry. i was such a dick to you y/n. you never deserved that” he cries, sobs wracking through his body.

y/n loosens her grip on him, cupping his face in her hands. tears flood his hazel eyes and wet the palms of her hands.

“regardless of what you do, i will always love you lu, no matter what” she says looking lovingly into his eyes. she then pulled him into a passionate and love filled kiss.

“even if i kill someone?” the blonde boy says, pulling away. “it depends on who you kill, but i would most likely still love you” y/n giggles.

“i’m willing to give us another shot if you are” y/n says once their giggles die down. luca nods excitedly with a cheshire cat size smile on his face, playfully tackling y/n onto her bed.

while rolling around, luca peppers kisses on the girls face, eager to have her back. “i missed my girl” he said holding onto her tightly.

“i missed you too lu” she said with a smile. “i’ll love you forever and ever” he says mirroring the smile on his girlfriends face

“forever and ever?”

“forever and ever.”

#luca fantilli imagine #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #luca fantilli blurb #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich blurbs

[talaok]

platonic(?)!spencer reid x gn!reader reader gets friendzoned and calls spence to feel a bit better-- the mf shows up to their door with snacks. reader is all hurt so crying before spence hugs them and they just melt d o w n and spence tells them how amazing/beautiful/handsome etc they are and how much they deserve can you tell I'm having a bad day LMFAO THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU WRITE THIS MWAH MWAH TAKE CARE OF URSELF <333

I looove this idea sm. also, I've never written a gn reader so if I've done something wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

"What happened?"

you had just said hi, and somehow, he'd already figured something was wrong.

"Nothing it's-" a sob fell from your lips-

"hey..." he cooed, worry tracing his tone "What is it y/n?"

"I-" you felt hot tears fill your eyes again, "I talked to Thomas"

"That's good, right?"

"well he-" another sob, "he said he doesn't want-" you paused, sighing deeply "he doesn't want to be with me" you fully cried now 

"he said he just sees me as a friend"

Spencer felt his heart skip a beat.

It was as if he could physically feel your pain.

"I'm sorry y/n" was all he could say "he doesn't deserve you" he said "I mean who would say no to you?"

"him, apparently" you forced a laugh.

"I'm coming over," he said, resolute

"no Spence you don't have to-"

"I'm coming over y/n, don't even start" he decided, and you heard shuffling as he probably got up

You paused, as you took a deep breath.

"thank you" you could only whisper.

"you don't have to thank me" he shook his head "I'll be there soon"

__ __ __

You felt like you had just hung up the phone when he knocked at your door.

"hey" you said weekly

"hi" he whispered, not even giving you the time to fully open the door before wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm sorry" he murmured, your head was against his chest as he smoothed your hair, "he's an asshole" 

You chuckled a bit, as tears streamed down your cheeks nonetheless.

You hated how pathetic you looked. Crying over a guy like you were 16, but there was nothing you could do, the tears just never seemed to stop.

"no hey" he leaned away to look at you "Don't cry over him," he said "I'm here" his eyes were full of worry as they dug into yours "and even if I might not be as handsome as that other guy" you laughed "I, at least, come bearing gifts"

"you're serious?" you asked, sniffling, and he reached back outside the door, his hand coming back full.

chips in one, and chocolates in the other.

You were beaming.

"I love you Spence" you squeaked, hugging him so tight he probably couldn't breathe.

"hey there, now, don't go overboard"

" 'm not" you mumbled against him "Thank you so much," you said, and then, just like that, the tears started again.

It was like a waterfall with a broken dam.

"no hey" he moved some hair out of your face "Here, let's sit down" he suggested, closing the door and guiding you to the couch.

countless used tissues sat on it, and Spencer felt his heart break as he saw you reach for a new one to dry your tears.

He had tried comprehending what you'd told him after you'd called him, he had tried to wrap his head around it, but the truth was, he couldn't understand.

He couldn't understand how someone reject you, how someone could not love you.

"I'm sorry I'm just-" you sobbed "I don't understand" you cried "I feel like every person I like doesn't want to have anything to do with me"

"That's not true " he spoke, sitting beside you 

"but it is"

"y/n you have men and women falling at your knees everywhere you go, you do realize that right?"

You chuckled "But not the ones I like"

"that's because they're stupid"

You wanted to laugh, but the weight on your chest impeded you to.

"I just-" you looked up at him "I don't-" a sob climbed up your throat "I don't know what's wrong with me"

"y/n " he stopped you immediately, holding your face between his hands "you are the most brilliant, beautiful, and amazing person I've ever met," he said "You deserve the world and everything else there is to deserve" he explained "there is nothing wrong with you, if anything, you're too perfect"

You were shuddering as his words warmed your heart.

"so please don't think even for a second that anyone who'd be with you wouldn't be the luckiest person on earth, because they would" he promised "and if Thomas can't see that then he's clearly not even remotely good enough for you, y/n"

His thumb was troaking your cheek so gently you felt like you could melt.

"you'll find the right person, who will see you for all you really are," he said "I promise" 

"who, when?" you asked, 

me, now. A familiar voice inside of him suggested, but he quickly silenced it.

"I don't know" he welcomed you as you snuggled closer to him, hugging him once more "but I'm sure you will"

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fancfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fandom #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid comfort #friendzoned #fluff #spencer reid smut

[joshuahonggf]

22:23 [y.jh]

fluff. domesticity (?). slightly suggestive cause they make out and stuff. no pronouns used. word count: 1.4k.

a/n: alright this is my first time writing ever and I would love your honest opinion on this fic. criticism is much appreciated. tell me where I can work and be better. and if you liked it do let me know!!

"this is an announcement for flight 246 to Nice-" thump. putting down the suitcase on the floor, you try to look for a sign pointing towards the exit gate. "sorry. excuse me. entschuldigung." stumbling through the crowd you finally make your way out the gates of berlin brandenburg airport.

it's 9:00 pm now, your flight was supposed to reach at 6 in the evening. you were supposed to be in the hotel lobby by 7:30 waiting for your lover's return from the ysl fashion show. you were supposed to give him the best surprise but of course the universe had other plans.

five weeks. five excruciating weeks of you both not being able to see each other. he was busy with his comeback and touring in japan while you worked overtime at your office and were called for an impromptu work trip.

only so much love can be conveyed through good morning texts and tri-weekly video calls, you longed to be in his arms again, to run your fingers through his hair, to kiss him senseless.

in the next few minutes, you managed to get a taxi, explain to the driver where you were headed and ask for jeonghan's room number from seungkwan. the berlin cityscape soon came into view. loud honks, streams of people crossing the roads at a time and bright lights of the shops reflecting on the wet asphalt. all that noise might have irritated someone who was on a flight for over thirteen hours but the only thing on your mind was jeonghan. your hannie.

you were only a few minutes away from the hotel when you noticed a little flower shop. jeonghan always returned from a trip with flowers in hand to surprise you. flowers for my prettiest flower. he would lean in and steal a kiss, a light chuckle falling from his lips when he saw the astonished look on your face. it was only fair to return the favour this time round.

asking the driver to stop the car, you paid the fare and jogged towards the flower shop. it seemed as if the storm due to which your flight got delayed wasn’t enough because it started drizzling again.

the chime of a small bell signalled your presence, the florist busy fluffing out the hydrangeas looked up from the counter, "how may I help you?" "a small bouquet of your freshest flowers please", you asked with a smile. the florist gave you a small smile and made her way to the countertop where many flowers were spread out. gathering a few white roses in his hands he asked you, "will these do?" white always looks good on hannie. "yes please." 

after paying the required amount you made your way through the drizzling rain to the hotel. your clothes and hair damp and you were certain that you'd be met with a slight headache the coming morning because of it. 

the hotel gate soon came into view, your luggage trolley rolling beside you as you entered the lobby. "hi! there should be a reservation for a room under the name ms. y/n l/n." the receptionist quickly completed the formalities and gave you your key. you knew you would be spending the night with jeonghan but taking these precautionary steps were necessary to a) not jeopardise his career and b) surprise him without any hiccups in the way.

you got into the elevator and pressed the button to your floor. quickly walking to your room, you opened the door and pushed your luggage inside hastily. not even caring to put it out of the doorway. you brushed your hair and fixed up your makeup in an attempt to look more presentable before making your way next door. thankfully the room right next to jeonghan was free and you booked it without any second thoughts.

the watch on your wrist read 10:20. the sky had cleared up and the moon was out, insects chirped in the cool humid night. yes it was late but you hoped jeonghan hadn't gone to bed yet. 

knock knock knock.

"mr. yoon?" you called out, waiting for his response. then again he did have quite an eventful day so maybe he was tired and went to bed early- 

a faint sound of him uttering "coming" was heard and you couldn't keep the smile off of your face and the door flew open just a second later.

there he was in all his barefaced glory. your jeonghan. his eyes almost popped out his sockets the moment his brain registered that it was you who was standing in front of him and before he could ask any questions, you jumped, wrapping your arms around him with bouquet in hand, hugging him with all your might, careful to not smush the flowers.

the watch read 10:23 when you were in his arms.

"i missed you so much hannie." your voice was muffled due to your face being planted on his chest. "what are you doing here?" was all he could come up with. his heart still refusing to believe that it is you in flesh standing in front of him, hugging him, and not just his mind trying to play tricks on him.

"i was done with work quicker than expected and took a week off just so I could come see you" unwrapping yourself from him, you presented him with the white roses. "surprise love!!" 

jeonghan looked at the bouquet and then back at you. and all he wanted to do at that moment was to kiss you. so he did. bringing one of his hands behind your neck, he leaned in. your faces so close you could feel his breath on your lips. "you're the best thing that ever happened to me, did you know that?" he whispered before smashing your lips together.

his lips, soft and supple, greedily moving against yours. pouring all his pent up love, longing and frustration into your mouth as if it is the first and last time he is kissing you. hot chocolate. that's what he tasted like.

he pulled you into the room. one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. "jeonghan" you whimpered his name against his lips, shutting the door with your foot. one hand still holding the bouquet and the other tangled in his silky hair. you wanted more of him. you always do. but before you could he pulled away, noticing the flowers that you still held and taking them from you.

"the flowers look beautiful my darling" he put them on the countertop. finally looking at you as you stood a few feet away from him, taking you in fully. "you're wet" he noticed your damp hair and clothes. "it was raining when I walked to the hotel after buying the roses. it's only a few drops, don't mind me." you said with a small smile.

jeonghan ever the worrier wasted no time in fussing over you. "why would you get off the cab in pouring rain just to buy me flowers? you know you get sick easily" he takes off your blazer, hanging it to air dry. "now take off your clothes". 

fingers fiddling with the button on your shirt you said with a smirk on your face "mr yoon if you wanted me naked you could've just said so" an exasperated sigh leaves his mouth "you know I didn't mean it like…but now that you say it" he brings a towel from the bathroom, drying your hair gently and helping you shed off your shirt. "I am not that opposed to it" he hums while planting a kiss on your neck. "that tickles" you throw your head back giggling.

you lost your pants mere seconds after that, jeonghan putting your outside clothes into the laundry bag,"come on, let's get you bathed and into my shirt. I'll order you some soup later."

you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. his warm hands automatically finding their place on your naked waist. you leaned up and peered at him innocently through your eyelashes, just admiring his face. you reached up his ear and whispered cheekily "only if you care to join me."

he groaned out, "I clearly didn't miss you being such a tease." to which you only replied with a smile. picking up the towel you walked backwards to the bathroom "alright then i'll be getting the shower ready" and winked at him before disappearing from his sight.

all jeonghan did was thank his lucky stars that he had you in his life before making his way to the bathroom, "oh you are so in for it."

#jia.writes ♡ #yoon jeonghan x reader #seventeen x reader #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan #kpop x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fluff #svt jeonghan #seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios

[sageistrii]

I have been entertaining the thought that RM demanded a solid promotional campaign and rollout since he’s been witness to everything that panned out last year. He watched from the sidelines JK getting posters, ads, promotion videos, playlisting, radio, influencer collaborations, media play and more. And I believe RM is someone who understands charts a fair bit. He watched one of them get everything on a silver platter and now probably wants a better package for himself too. Good for him. I hope everyone gets it. They still won’t get the scooter package, but anything is better than nothing. I hope JM gets it too. He’s gonna go to new heights with a half decent, unsaboataged album rollout.

Yeah so far his promo looks better than for indigo, not necessarily because of the posters alone but because I've seen a couple press releases giving insight into the album, and that's always a good way to drum up excitement.

But in my opinion all that doesn't do much if he's not getting the basics, the things that actually drives streams up and help with chart positions, which is good playlisting. What's the point of doing these things that only armys are going care about if they aren't doing the stuff that will get his music to a broader audience.

If a TTH placement wasn't the most important of all, some hybe artists wouldn't be getting it for every release and spending months on there.

Also I saw a lot of armys saying new jeans got the playlisting and support that BTS solos didn't get, and I agree but do they also forget that one member got more than new jeans ever got which means that Hybe could give it to the other members but they don't want to?. Like I understand saying "oh this rookie group got this but not bts", but I'm not going to blame a group of young girls for a decision hybe made themselves. Yes mhj is a leech, but I highly doubt she stopped bang pd from giving the others playlisting. Armys talking about payola when when jk is literally right there. If jk could spend months on TTH with multiple songs then I think other BTS members could get a good placement as well.

Like we all witnessed seven being moved up multiple spots on TTH in a single week, when usually the playlist gets updated weekly. Do you know the kind of in you need to have to get Spotify to do that?

Posters mean nothing when there's no playlisting, radioplay or even a good amount of physical cd stocks. If those weren't the ultimate needs, jk wouldn't have gotten all of that with 50k CDs being restocked every week.

Yes Tae got versions (but no CDs mind you or TTH), Hobi got CDs (and posters according to someone) but still no TTH. Everything's worse because the members aren't even here to perform or promote the music at all so they should be getting other ways to spread their music. At this point they can only hope a miracle happens for them.

Y'all don't understand how much work playlists do for an artist but I do understand and that's why I always talk about it. It's how you increase your monthly listeners because more people are introduced to your music, it keeps your Listener count and streams stable even of you don't drop music for a while. The weeknd doesn't have the biggest streams debut but he has the highest monthly listeners in the world and stability because his songs are added to a shit ton playlists.

At this point it feels like Hybe is doing all these little things like posters and CDs (with not even enough stock available) to hide the fact that they are not actually doing anything. Like I seriously doubt jk had less than 50k CDs first week for all 3 of his singles, but here they go giving other members 10-20k CDs that never gets restocked again. But of course jk Stans will say "I thought y'all said x could achieve what jk did if the got the same promo?, well look at friend(s)"... Itunes pre-orders and a couple versions does not even begin to put a dent in the kind of promo and push seven got but ok. If Hybe decided to give the other 6 members the exact same kind of push jk got they would definitely go bankrupt so why would they do that?

So right now even with Jimin I'm not banking on them doing what's expected, my hope right now is that he's able to get a broader audience even without their help. Lots of other artists have done it and he could.

[namelessbutters-doodles]

We're done.

Characters: Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons.

Pairing: Stardemon.

Setting: the time when Paul had the talk with Gene in the car, if you know, you know.

Summary: “It would’ve been better if you’d just let me go and we left it at that… but you had to go and say you loved me, and that was a little too easy for you.” Paul tearfully croaked, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall as he turned away from the one person he used to love now on not well terms with as he wipes away the tears with his sleeve, sniffling. ‘’I can’t do this anymore, Gene…i can’t.’’ he stated, leaning against the car seat in silence for a while before saying….

‘’We’re done.’’ Paul stated, the words echoing through Gene’s head like a mantra as he stared down at the messy bottom of the car as he heard those words come out from Paul that stabbed him in the heart brutally and made him think what he has done to him that made him speak out and declare that they're done…

With each other.

__________

⚠️Warnings: Angst, Break up, no comfort, hurt, Self reflection, breaking down, men crying. Ask to tag.

Comments and Reblogs, Are Appreciated!

Prompt: “It would’ve been better if you’d just let me go and we left it at that… but you had to go and say you loved me, and that was a little too easy for you.” - Weekly writing prompts challenges from @spacedoutman that they'll be giving out for fun along with other things and i'll be doing some of them when I could, they're awesome and amazing! so go check their blog! there Sweet!

“It would’ve been better if you’d just let me go and we left it at that… but you had to go and say you loved me, and that was a little too easy for you.” Paul tearfully croaked, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall as he turned away from the one person he used to love now on not well terms with as he wipes away the tears with his sleeve, sniffling. ‘’I can’t do this anymore, Gene…i can’t.’’ he stated, leaning against the car seat in silence for a while before saying…

‘’We’re done.’’ Paul stated, the words echoing through Gene’s head like a mantra as he stared down at the messy bottom of the car as he heard those words come out from Paul that stabbed him in the heart brutally and made him think what he has done to him that made him speak out and declare that they're done…

With each other.

Making him think of his brash decisions lately, the ones that landed him in movies or getting deals from bands and all, thus the ones that he thought wouldn’t hurt Paul in the first place, thinking everything’s fine now has come to the revelation that Everything’s not fine and it’s his fault all of it and that lead to this even in his…no both of their lives as Paul sobbed right by him. Looking up into the night sky where the stars where as the streetlight spread its light on the car as Gene wallowed and thought about everything.

He was allowed to go into other things besides kiss, right? He had freedom, fame and money, thus the ability to start producing his own stuff right? Yeah, the movies were fun to make but they weren’t good in actual reality and didn’t make alot of money no matter how good he acted or the premise, they just sucked. Horribly,  but that was the cost of going into movies right? Some will suck, some will be good, some will be….

Memorable. 

Just like kiss, he knew he hadn’t been putting out for a while now with the music due to dealing with other bands across states and countries, helping with there music and making sure they’ll be know someday with how much fame is in stored for them from being talked to by known member of kiss, the demon that is. With the makeup, the long tongue and that attitude that could make any girl or guy drop their clothes the minute Gene uses his charm on them like he did with Paul but Paul….

Wasn’t like them, like anyone, he was his friend, a band member, the one that’s been with him since the beginning and stayed with him through hell no matter what and eventually becoming something else besides a friend or brother he became…

Lovers with him and that…

Cost him.

Did he need more attention? More love, anything? Was he too caught up in his own things? He didn't see what Paul was going through so much, eventually Paul decided he had enough and dragged him to the car after a horrible day at the studio which caused him to…

Breakdown?

Near him, now that he thought about it. He hasn’t been Paying to attention to him, at all. Not noticing any of the touches Paul leaves when wanting something, or giving him kisses when they were alone together, or when he would ask if they could make love with another, that has stopped completely after a while. Gene goes over so many things more, his eyes widening at the way Paul would not wait for him, or go with him to anything anymore.

Would not stay up with him, or call him anymore when he was gone for many days or weeks, or show off the smile he deeply loved from him, or just talk to him when he has some of the worst moods ever. He side eyes Paul, watching him breathe out and swallowing nothing but the tears in his mouth looking out through the windshield of the car. Seeing the eye bags, The messy curls of his hair and that face that used to be so full of life now….

Is full of sadness, like never before.

It broke Gene’s heart, knowing….

He’s the cause of this and…

It’s his own doing, cause of…

Him. 

MInutes pass as Gene looked out the window, wallowing in on himself as Paul just depressingly looks at the sky watching the stars and the moon, whatever in his wake as the tears stopped streaming and the mental exhaustion begins to set in from talking to Gene and eventually breaking up to him which shouldn’t have hurt in the first place but it did…Painfully. As he slowly turned to Gene, then straight back out there.

He took a breath, one that shook Gene.

‘’I’m going home…see you next week.’’ Paul uttered, sadly. Undoing his seatbelt, not looking at Gene at all. Not noticing the depressing look on Gene's face or the way he’s almost crumbling at the seams as he tries to get out of the car the fastest way he can. His hands and fingers trembling like his eyes, almost breaking down but manages not to as he grabs the door handle, almost turning it not before….

‘’Paul.’’

‘’Don’t Gene, just don’t.’’ Paul stated, turning the door handle slowly. ‘’I didn’t want to do this at all, i promise…but..You left me no choice.’’

‘’Paul, just let me talk. We can talk it out.’’ 

‘’We already did Talk, Gene. We did and use to before….’’ Paul croaked, opening up the car door, getting out. Gene reached his hand to touch him but backed off before Paul turned with tears streaming down his face again in an instant. The tears glimmering from the light as Gene just sat and watched Paul take a deep breath, looking at him with nothing but sorrow and….

Regret.

‘’Before, What?’’ Gene questioned, knowing what the answer is already before reality sets in the way their love for each other used to be before things become bad and worse for them as time went on, as things change and people change too. Like he changed, instead of the better he changed for the worse. Tears slid down his cheeks, he wiped. Staring out from the windshield, hearing the sobs and the faint sound of music nearby as he turned to Paul, knowing he’s the reason that…

‘’Before what, Starlight?’’ He said, using the nickname that Paul used to love with all his heart now he despised it. Gene realized this, and…Felt awful for using it, sending more pain to his heart and mind as Paul grabbed the car door, looking straight at Gene’s face with that depressing expression, taking another breath, without taking a beat or small pause he proclaimed...

‘’Before you left kiss, Me ... .Us.’’ Before shutting the door, leaving with Gene those last words that made Gene reflect more on everything and everyone he did wrong now knowing that he hurt the one he loved and cared the most the deepest as Paul walked and disappeared into nothing but the darkness fully making Gene and himself truly know that there…

Done.

Tagging a few - @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @elrohare

@angelbambisworld @genesstankycodpiece

@tanookikiss

thought this up in a few, so I hope you guys will love it sooo anyway....

love y'all

#butters speaking #kiss band #kiss army #kissblr #stardemon #kiss fanfiction #kiss #paul stanley #gene simmons

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Truth About Love ~ 16

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,560ish

Summary: You and Steve’s relationship grows. Steve is worried about an upcoming event.

Notes: Sorry it’s taken me so long to update!

The next semester started and you and Steve were getting on better terms. The two of you made sure to go on weekly dates to help you. You were still working the two jobs, just fewer hours at both of them since this semester and your next semester was taken care of. 

You were back to studying in Steve’s studio, which made Steve incredibly happy. He made sure though to respect your boundaries when it came to being physical with you and the money aspect. Steve still visited you at your places of work, doing his own homework or sketching until your shift was over and then either taking you home or to the studio.

Currently, you were sitting on the floor of the studio, with your back against the windows. A textbook lay in your lap with your laptop open beside you. Steve was supposed to be working on his latest art project, across the room, but had been staring at you for the last twenty minutes. And you noticed.

“Steve,” you called, not even looking up from what you were doing. “Why don’t you try and get your own work done?”

“Sorry, it’s just so hard when you're across the room from me,” he responded.

You looked up. “Should I leave then? Allow you to get some work done?”

Steve shook his head as he stood up and walked over. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“But I’m a distraction,” you teased.

Steve crouched down in front of you. “A very welcome one.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over yours. 

“Yeah, well, you’re not.” You giggled as Steve’s lip formed into a pout. “I’m kidding, Steve.” You gave his lips a peck. “I do have to get this done tonight though.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “One more kiss?”

You smiled as you kissed him. Steve was quick to steal another kiss before you pushed him away with a giggle. He tried his best to look like a hurt puppy as he sulked back over to his spot. You bit your lip as you watched him, snapping your eyes back to your book when Steve turned to sit. He smirked as he noticed you had been staring. He couldn’t stop glancing at you and thinking about how lucky he was to have you in his life.

~~~

You could tell that something was bothering Steve from the moment he stepped into the coffee shop. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes and his wave wasn’t as sure as it usually was. Sadly, you couldn’t go and figure out what was wrong because there was a constant stream of customers. You kept looking over to check on Steve. You were easily able to tell that Steve was too distracted to even sketch.

Unfortunately, there were customers in there up until closing time. So while you finished with them, Steve began cleaning up. Once the customers were gone and the door was locked, you studied Steve as he mindlessly went about cleaning. You sighed as you headed for him. He was so in his own head that he didn’t notice you coming and even jumped when your hand grazed his back.

“Sorry,” he quickly apologized before you could. He couldn’t even look you in the eye, seemingly in a rush to get back to work.

“Steve,” you called, only to go ignored. You went over to him again, this time getting in front of him. “Steve, what’s going on? Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened,” he shook his head. “Everything’s good.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He sighed. “Can we just finish cleaning up first? Then we can talk.”

You waited a moment before nodding. Getting back to work, you made sure to work as fast as you could. You were growing concerned over what Steve could possibly be so worried about. Once the store was cleaned and locked up, Steve took your hand and led you to the truck. He helped you in quietly before going around to the driver’s side. Steve began driving to the studio in silence.

“Steve,” you spoke softly, “you’re kinda scaring me.”

He was quick to grab your hand and hold it. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m really not meaning to… It’s honestly so stupid. I shouldn’t be as worried as I am—“

You stopped him by giving his hand a squeeze. “What’s up?”

He let out a long exhale, running through his mind what he was worried about. “Well, I— There’s— I—“

“Steve, just breathe. It’s just me.”

“Right, right.” He nodded. “But I guess that’s what I’m worried about… you.”

“Why?”

“Every year, Stark Industries hosts a gala. It’s really a way to show off how well the company is doing though the company uses it as a charity fundraiser.”

“What does this gala have to do with me?”

“Well, as a stakeholder in Stark Industries and Howard Stark’s stepson, I am required to go. And, honestly, I don’t want to go without you by my side.”

“I don’t see what the problem is. Of course, I’d go with you.”

Steve set you a smile and a slight squeeze to your hand as he continued to drive. “Thank you, though that’s not the problem.”

“What is?”

He sighed. “Tony. Tony’s the problem. He’s made comments about you and I absolutely hate them. I haven’t stood for them and I can only imagine what comments he’ll make there. I don’t want you to go through that. You don’t deserve that.” You nodded, taking in the information. “I’ve been spending the whole day thinking about what to do. I’m really close to skipping it because I don’t what to drag you through all that but I know Ma will be there and I’m expected to be there. And it will be the first one without Howard there and—“

“Steve, I’ll go with you. It sounds like it’s not going to be an easy night and I want to help you.”

He parked the truck in the parking garage and turned the best he could to face you. “You really don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You moved to face him better and leaned over to him. “I really do.” You pressed a kiss to his lips.

“You constantly amaze me… I’m too lucky to have you in my life.”

“I’m going to need your help, I don’t know what’s appropriate to wear to a gala. I don’t think I have anything that’s fancy enough in my closet.”

“Y/N, you could come in your pjs and would still be the most beautiful woman there.” He leaned in to give you a kiss this time. “Please don’t worry about it.” He pecked your lips again. “Let’s go upstairs and get some work done. I know you have a few big assignments to do.”

~~~

“Nat?” You called for your roomie as you entered the apartment living room. 

“Yes?” She hummed as she flipped through a magazine while lounging on the couch.

“Have you ever been to a gala?”

She lowered her magazine to look at you. “Did Steve invite you to the Stark Industries Charity Gala?”

You nodded. “Yeah… and I don’t think I have anything appropriate in my closet. Steve said that I shouldn’t worry about it, but I am. I have some money that I can buy I new dress but I still don’t know if it will be good enough.”

“Y/N, you could go to the Gala in rags and Steve would think you’re the most beautiful person ever. If you feel like you need a new dress, then let’s go dress shopping.”

~~~

Upon arriving at the first store, you told Natasha your budget and let her pick the dresses you were to try on. You tried on only two dresses at that store, with neither of them winning you over. The next three stores were similar experiences. You wanted to call it a day, but Natasha convinced you to go to one more store. That’s where you found it, your perfect dress. It was the right color, cut, everything. It even was in your budget.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N,” Natasha complimented as you studied yourself in the mirror. “Steve is going to lose it.”

“Do you think it’s good enough?” You questioned. “I don’t know if it’s fancy enough.”

“It’s perfect.” You made eye contact with Natasha in the mirror. “Trust me.”

~~~

The day of the Gala came quicker than you would have hoped. Thankfully, Natasha was there to help you get ready. You were growing nervous about the whole thing, feeling kind of sick because of it. When Steve knocked on the door, you forced yourself to inhale and exhale long and slow to try and calm yourself before you opened the door. 

Steve stopped breathing the moment he saw you. His eyes slowly took in every inch of you, engraving it into his memory.

“Wow,” he breathed out. “You’re gorgeous.”

Your skin heated up and you looked away. “Are you sure?” You questioned.

“Y/N,” Steve stepped closer and gently prompted you to look at him as he grabbed your hands, “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

He came in for a sweet kiss. “You’re welcome.” He kissed you again. 

“We should probably get going.”

Steve hummed, kissing you for a third time. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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My Love, My Life

it’s been about a year since i deleted the tim blog (if any of you remember that) and sometimes i miss the little fandom that got me through a pandemic and an awful time in my personal life, but just as i was starting to regress haha my girl informs me that she saved one fic before i deleted the blog, so, here it is, reposted.

i doubt i’ll ever write about him again but i do think some instance of tim should stay up on tumblr. i’m very proud of the weird little guy we made and so here he is again as a reminder of good times and good friends.

//

It hadn’t stopped raining all day. It was there before he first opened his eyes that morning. It was there on his walk to work. It was there when he locked himself away in his office, during the weekly meeting, while he was trying to work. It even followed him home.

Now, it was dark outside and water still struck the windows of his little apartment. Tim watched it reproachfully. Rain was supposed to bring life, to wash away all that had gone before. To him, it was just unsettling, cruel and cold.

He usually felt safe here, in the little home he’d built for himself. He could usually just curl up under a blanket and block out the noise as he waited for sleep to claim him. But this was different.

Tim had spent all day trying to figure out why, why the cold anxiety in his chest felt even worse than usual, why it felt like there was a rope tied around his middle, pulling tighter and tighter as the day wore on.

It wasn’t until he passed the kitchen door that he noticed the date on the calendar, hanging crooked by the phone. It must have been sitting in the back of his subconscious all day.

Tim stood in his empty kitchen, watching rivulets stream down the window pane out of the corner of his eye.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to fix this. He didn’t know how he could make himself feel better. He glanced at the clock. Well, there was one thing he could try.

Lex picked up after five rings. Tim almost hung up, fearing that she wasn’t home, but just as he moved the phone away from his ear, he heard it click.

“Hey, Tim.”

“Lex-”

“Did Ellie leave her book bag at your place? She can’t find it anywhere.”

Tim squeezed his eyes shut as thunder rumbled cross the sky.

“No, I don’t think so. I’ll check.”

“She had such a good time last weekend. She keeps telling her friends that her uncle is Indiana Jones.”

That made Tim smile, his first reprieve from the noise in his head all day.

“He’s an archeologist.”

Lex sighed.

“She’s seven, Tim.”

“And a thief. Indiana Jones, I mean. Not Ellie.”

“Did you call just to rag on Indiana Jones?”

“I just don’t think he’s a good representative f-”

“Timmy.”

The nickname stopped him in his tracks. No one ever called him that, not since he was a kid. Only Lex was allowed and only in special circumstances, when she was teasing him or when she thought he was talking too much. It was her gentle way of bringing him back to the present. But the present is exactly where he didn’t want to be.

“Do you know what today is?”

She laughed softly.

“Uh, Tuesday?”

“Lex.”

“June 11th, Tim. Why? What does-”

She broke off so abruptly, he thought for a moment they’d been disconnected.

When Lex spoke again, her voice was low and quiet.

“Oh.”

Tim pressed his knuckles into his forehead, hard. He leaned back against the wall, teeth gritted so tight that his jaw ached.

He was an idiot. He was a stupid, spiteful idiot. Just because he was overwhelmed by the memories, that didn’t mean Lex was too. She was happy. She had moved on. He’d ruined everything.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Tim turned and pressed his head against the wall, trying to keep his breaths even. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, no, it’s okay, Tim.”

“No, you’d forgotten and I made you remember. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”

“I’m glad you did. And I hadn’t forgotten. I don’t think I c-” Lex went quiet for a moment, then she asked, “Do you want to come over? We’re just about to have dinner, I could save you some?”

Tim shook his head, even though he desperately wanted to accept.

“No, no, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? It won’t be a problem, we can just-”

“Lex, it’s fine. Thanks.” Tim forced a smile, even if there was no one around to see it. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Well, okay. If you’re sure.”

Lex didn’t sound convinced. He wasn’t surprised. She could always tell when he was lying, even when they were little. She could read him like a book. But she knew better than to push, especially on a day like today.

“Ellie would love to see you.”

The thought of his niece made Tim smile again.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He didn’t wait to hear her hang up. Tim put down the phone, keeping his hand pressed against the receiver as he tried decide what to do.

His head was so loud. Memories of the park, of his grandfather, the rain and the mud, swarmed like bees. More thunder rolled outside but all he could see was the flash of jagged teeth, burning yellow eyes, and his sister’s screams.

Tim passed Angela on his way to the door. She watched him grab his jacket, tail waving uneasily back and forth. She gently called out to him as he walked past again, arching her back towards him hopefully, but Tim only scratched her head.

The sound of the front door slamming shut behind him echoed through the apartment.

/

You were just settling a pot of water on the stove when you heard the loud knock at the door. You frowned, glancing up at the clock on the wall. It was almost ten, who on earth could be hammering on your door at this time?

You turned down the hob till just a tiny flame remained then pulled your old cardigan tighter around your body as you moved through your apartment to the front door.

Heart pounding, you peered through the spy-hole and gasped when you saw who was there. You moved back and wrenched open the door.

“Tim?”

He was dripping wet, rainwater slid down his face and off the ends of his hair. Tim’s shirt was two shades darker than it should have been and he’d left a small puddle on your doorstep. His shoes squeaked slightly as he stepped closer.

“Can I come in?”

You stared, too shocked to move. When you regained your senses, you moved to the side, gently pulling Tim inside.

The warmth of your apartment was almost painful. His skin smarted as you guided him into your living room, leaving a small trail of rainwater in his wake.

“I’m sorry,” Tim’s voice was hoarse, his throat raw. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have- You’re probably busy.”

“Shut up, of course I’m not. I’m never busy.” You squeezed his elbow, grimacing when water seeped onto your hand. “God, you’re soaked. Lemme take your jacket.”

He let you undress him, his eyes unseeing as you carefully guided his arms out of his thin outer layer. You threw it over the radiator, leaving it to dry as you went back to help him out of his shirt.

“Were you working late again?”

“No, I- I was at home and then I realised what day it is and I couldn’t- I didn’t feel- I had to get out of there,” Tim’s gaze flicked between you and the floor, his voice shaking. “And I was just walking around and I realised I was near your place and I had- I just had to see you. I-”

Your voice was gentle as you carefully began to unbutton the front of his shirt.

“Why were you walking around in the rain?”

“I…”

You paused, glancing up at him to make sure it was alright for you to keep going. When Tim nodded, his gaze fixed on you now, you moved onto the next button, carefully working your way down until you could push his shirt off his broad shoulders to reveal the plain white shirt you knew he would be wearing underneath.

“It’s been twenty-six years. Today. Twenty-six years today.”

Tim shuddered as you stepped closer, hoping you’d think it was just because of the cold and not the effect you had on him. It was the most he’d been touched in… Well, he couldn’t remember how long. It was enough to make his stomach lurch as your hands brushed his bare skin.

“Twenty-six years and I still can’t hear the damn rain without feeling like I’m gonna be sick.”

Your stomach twisted. You knew all about the incident. Tim had spoken about it only once or twice in all the time that you’d known each other, but you’d seen his scars, you knew the story, you knew how the fear he felt as a child still had its claws in him, even now.

“Tim-”

He looked down at the floor. He’d left patches of water on your carpet but you didn’t seem to care. His face felt hot, his eyes scratching. Soon, warm tears sliced through the cold water on his cheeks.

“It’s pathetic,” He spat out the words, angry and frightened and sad all at once. “Why can’t I- Why can’t I just get over it? I’m not a kid anymore, I shouldn’t be so scared all the time. I hate it.”

“It’s not pathetic,” you murmured.

There was a pause, just a beat, and then you moved closer.

Tim had half expected you to keep him at arm’s length, just like his parents, just like everyone he’d ever known, but you pulled him into a tight hug. He was soaked through and freezing, but you held him close against you, so close that he could feel your heart beating.

Then you were speaking to him, speaking to him in a voice so soft but so firm, a spark in your eyes, as you held his face between your hands.

“You went through something that no one else can understand. There’s no… Time limit for recovery.”

Your warm hands stung his skin but Tim leaned into them, wanting more, more of your warmth, more of you.

“I just… I wish I could…”

He rested his hands over yours, his long fingers completely covering your own, pressing them tighter against his cheeks.

“I know.”

Your thumb brushed away a stray tear. The thunder still growled outside but neither of you noticed it now.

“I know.”

Tim closed his eyes, taking in a few deep breaths.

He knew if he saw you, he would feel better. There was just something about you, this burning, golden light. It surrounded you, glowing stronger when you looked at him. He could feel it like sunlight on his skin. He couldn’t help but become addicted to the way you smiled at him, the shimmer of your voice, the warmth of your touch.

He could very easily stay like this forever, but he’d interrupted your evening, stormed in here jabbering about his problems, probably frightening you half to death at this late hour.

“Sorry,” he whispered, gently moving your hands away from his face. “I’m sorry, I should go.”

But your hands found his shoulders before he could go anywhere.

“Stay,” your murmured.

It was the most beautiful word he’d ever heard. Tim felt a shiver seep over his skin as your hands slipped down his arms, then around to his back.

“I shouldn’t have barged in like that-”

“Stay,” you said again, firm but gentle.

Tim gazed down at you. He wondered what on earth he had done to deserve you, he wondered how you always knew just what to say. He wondered if this is what love felt like, real love. He wondered if you knew that you felt like home to him, but like no home he’d ever known. He wondered.

“Have you eaten?”

Tim blinked, still dazed by your gentle touches.

“What?”

“Dinner. Have you had any?”

When he shook his head, you smiled and took his hand, guiding him to the sofa.

You left him for a moment to check that the pot on the stove hadn’t boiled over, then disappeared into the bathroom.

When you returned, you had a towel in your hands. You walked around to sit beside him on the sofa, shifting closer until your knee pressed against his thigh.

Instead of just leaving him to it, you began to towel his hair dry for him, moving the soft material around so carefully that Tim almost burst into tears. No one had ever been so gentle with him. You hummed to yourself as you worked, an unfamiliar tune but lovely all the same.

It was such a comforting feeling; he’d never really been looked after before. Tim had to hold in a soft moan as your fingers worked deep into his hair, moving from the roots all the way to the tips until it was no longer damp and he felt a lot warmer.

“Do you want the TV on? Music?”

Tim immediately missed your gentle touches when you stood up, his heart aching. But then you tugged a blanket from the back of the sofa and lifted it up high above his head so that it fell behind him, settling on his back. You pulled the corners around his shoulders, pushing them gently into his hands.

“Music would be nice.”

You left him on the sofa again, turning to run your fingertip along the spines of your CD collection. When you found the one you were looking for, you pulled it from the ranks with one finger, prised open the case and slipped it into the player.

Tim pulled in a long breath, and at last the tension in the pit of his stomach eased. He drew in another breath and another until he no longer felt that fearful ache. Then familiar music encircled his head with the same warmth as the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders.

‘I’ve seen it on your face, tells me more than any worn-out old phrase. So, now we’ll go separate ways. Never again we two, never again, nothing I can do…’

“I love this song.”

You smiled, laughing softly as you slipped the CD back onto the shelf.

“I know you do.”

And there it was. The terrifying, wonderful, strange truth of it all. You knew him. You knew.

You told him you were just going to start dinner but he could stay there, if he liked, in the warm. Tim agreed at first, happy to just do as he was told. But as the soft music soared around your apartment, he felt courage guide his body.

Soon he was in the kitchen with you, gently wrapping an arm around you waist.

Surprised, you turned away from the pasta boiling on the stove, and let out a relieved sigh as he pulled you against his chest. It felt so good to hold him, so good to be held by him, to have Tim’s hands on your back, his chest against yours.

“Thank you,” he murmured, turning and pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

It was just a quick, chaste thing, but it made your heart pound. You were worried he’d be able to feel it as he pressed closer against you.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You did. Trust me.”

Tim moved away but not far, his gaze drifting between your eyes and your mouth. Thunder boomed outside but he didn’t even flinch.

He bent his head forward, his hands warm even through all your clothes.

“Thank you,” he murmured again, letting his forehead bump gently against yours.

Your breath shuddered as your eyes closed, and you bit your lip, embarrassed. Your heart seemed to be pushing against your ribs, pushing you forward against him, guiding your hands as they rose to press against his chest. You could feel his heart hammering under your palm.

“Can I..?”

He was so close now that his breath brushed your lips.

“Would it be alright if I..?”

You smiled.

“Yes.”

First his nose brushed yours, his hands smoothing down your sides to rest on your hips, then his lips just grazed your own. It was so gentle, you hardly felt it, but it was enough to set your heart racing.

You wanted more than anything to pull him tighter against you, but you waited patiently for him to move again. You would wait forever if he needed you to.

But then Tim’s hands pressed in, pulling you tighter against him, and your breath caught, lips parting as his mouth moved against yours, slowly, tentatively, but so, so, lovingly.

Tim found himself forgetting every worry that curled around his heart, every doubt he’d ever had about himself. All that mattered was you, just you and him, kissing in your kitchen on a stormy night.

You were disappointed when he eventually pulled away but he didn’t go far. You felt the tip of his nose brush past your cheek, then his forehead was pressed against yours again.

“You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

He was warm, inviting. You didn’t want to let go. You were so stunned, you couldn’t even bring yourself to open your eyes, and when you finally managed to speak, your voice was small and breathless.

“Probably about as long as I have.”

You were so close that you were murmuring into each other’s mouths.

Tim let go of your hips with one hand, gently holding your face instead. His hands were rough and calloused, you could feel the raised lines of his scars against your skin. All you could think about was how they would feel running down your body, but that was another thought for another time.

Tim smiled to himself as you leaned into his hand, just as he had done to you.

“I came here because you’re the only thing that distracts me, from the rain, from all of it.”

You opened your eyes at last. In the low light, his gaze was warm and soft.

“I think that’s a compliment?”

Laughing softly, he moved closer still, and now Tim could feel every curve of your body against his. He felt a shiver run over his skin.

“It is, promise.”

There was a pause, just a moment, and all you could do was look at each other. Then your hands slipped up to his shoulders, pulling him back to you and you pressed your lips against his, much harder and more desperate than before, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth, earning yourself a groan.

With a delighted laugh, you slipped your hand into his hair, pulling softly. You felt Tim practically melt against you, and you knew that he knew that you loved him, that he was safe, that everything was going to be alright, that you had him.

Tim groaned as your tongue pressed against his, moaning your own name into your mouth. His voice was so soft, almost like he was praying. He spoke your name pleadingly, quietly, kissing you so desperately that your whole body curved into his.

His hands were everywhere, excited and eager, on your back, pressing under the hem of your shirt, making you break the kiss with a gasp.

Tim took the opportunity and tried to catch his breath for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours again. He pulled in a shaky breath, hoping to settle his nerves but it had little effect.

Instead, he laughed, breathless and hopelessly happy as you pressed kisses all over his face, letting him know that you wanted him, loved him, needed him, whilst the storm raged on outside.

Instead, he just laughed, breathless and hopelessly happy as you pressed kisses all over his face, letting him know that you wanted him, loved him, needed him, whilst the storm raged on outside.

#if this means nothing to anyone then that’s fine #but i thought it would be nice just to have this here as a nice reminder of good times #dr. tim murphy #doctor tim murphy #tim murphy #tim murphy fic #tim murphy x reader #tim murphy x you #jurassic park

[siremasterlawrence]

The Frat Initiative Part 3 - 4

This former house with friends now is a den of major sin a frag house controlled by a dom nerd and the two studs totally stripped of old memories.

Chris is bush constructing a thrown with aid of an assortment of materials to build a one of mind treasure for me his king with the aid of Sebastian.

Leaving me the time to set the trap for my next victim their older brother who is way too frequent in his visits to the property in a weekly visit.

His shadow can be seen adorning the front door in an annoying way he knocks the door swings open to his surprise he steps in to an empty home.

One large thud sends him flying in to the hall way where I wait for him quietly he slips on an orange peel sending his head on the wall he falls forward.

He drops unconscious to the floor in a deep panic he attempts to stand up a few minute later and he leans back down in soaring pain.

Clapping loudly with the sound bounces on he knelt down by his swell buff body hard and radiating with fear as my hands slip in to his pants.

I begin to grope his tense, hard and tender body feeling him up and down no torso til I

reach his cock I begin to pump him slow and then vigorously.

In pride I flip my shirt pocket open taking a vial with a plastic tin on top and dig a ring needle pricking it and fill it up to the service of the bottle.

Removing it I place it on the ground on top of paper I lay on the floor preparing the skin site and inject him one hard jab the nano tech falls in to the blood stream.

Going in to action I watch the blood on a fire high boil percolating in a steamy effect I can see the serum lose it spreading throughout his body.

Micro chip settles on the back of his neck in a multicolor patch significantly giving me the full range control over his mind, body and soul.

“Master did it work?” Chris ask walking in to the room with my thrown.

“Please say yes” Sebastian begs.

“Obviously! Don’t be stupid” I yell.

“Sorry sir “ they say in sync.

“Thank you Chris!”

“Well crafted”

“I am so beaming with pride.”

“I’m filled with love”

“Taking him to the basement “

“Strip him of his clothes”

“Begin the processing “

“Yes Master”

“Did we do well?”

“Most definitely “

“Mmmmmm”

“Hurry up !”

“YES SIR!”

“Precisely “

“Hhhhhhhheeeeellllllooooooo!”

“Anyone there?”

“Hey kiddo down here”

“Master he is here”

“Go inject him”

“I love it “

“I love you “

“Kiddo”

“Dad? Are you ok?”

“Give me a hug”

“Yeah sure!”

“Sorry kid! It’s for the best”

“Wait! What dad?”

“Ssssshhhhhhhh!”

“Aaaahhhhhh….ffffuuuccckkkk”

“He will fuck you “

“In to the elevator we go”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Off…go”

“I am your everything “

“I am your world”

“Set him up”

“Just like your dad”

“You will succumb “

“No other choice “

“You will agree”

“Soon”

“Soon…yeah”

“This is my jock body”

“Yours”

“I own you “

“You own”

“Me”

The end

The Frat Initiative 5 - 6

The second eldest brother to Chris, Ian and Sebastian waltzes in to the room with his son in hand.

I type in a few codes in to the lap top main frame and it is so amazing to see it go to work.

I can’t help myself staring at the man on the

screen so tall, muscled and magnificent you I can’t believe what I see.

He is a man alright long boar and main line a lion so built like a tank only toppled with a sexy bubble butt.

I can bounce a quarter on it and it would fall right back in to my palm I like to squat it so hard he cries.

My tongue is squirting like crazy to imagine how I would use this sexy titan from the army.

Snapping my finger they all jump to right fully standing at attention for me the one and only commander.

“You guys exasperate me.”

“This is the last few “

“It’s fine”

“Should we go up?”

“Drop the gas bomb instead “

“The right lever”

“Yes Master”

“Good boi”

“I am your light”

“Tying him down “

“Inject him “

“Begin the process “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“BABY”

“Master”

“Uh huh”

“Master Lawrence “

“That’s better”

“I love that “

“Me cupping your chin”

“It’s fantastic “

“I am complete”

“Bake this shit for your son”

“Mix my formula”

“Give it to him”

“Inject it “

“Guide him”

“Lead him back to me”

“Serve me”

“Love me”

“Kiss me”

“Oooooohhhh”

“Master Lawrence “

“My love”

“This is so hood”

“Face me”

“I am your man”

“You belong to me”

“I give in to you “

“Hold on to me”

“Your body “

“Your waist”

“Master “

“Master Lawrence “

“Can I kiss you ?”

“Naturally”

“My king”

“Kneel”

“Suck me off “

“Undo my pants”

“Dummy “

“Suck me off “

The end

#ian bohen #brenton thwaites #colton haynes #android #robot #mind control #mind control chip #henry cavill

[mybrainisalibrary]

Finally got some time so here's a stream of consciousness drabble about Granny Relda prior to the start of the series:

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Life is good.

Not perfect, no of course not, but good. You're happily married to a good man, with 2 boys that have suddenly become young men. You live in a town filled with magic and myths come to life. And it's a beautiful day, a sunny day, when your world is shattered.

Your boy, your youngest, he does something for his brother without considering the consequences. It's not the first time he's gotten into trouble, but it's the most dangerous because a monster is after him.

Before you can process what's happening your husband is rushing off to save him, without a plan, and by the time you get there your husband is horribly wounded and your sons are desperately trying to help him. He's rushed to the hospital and the boys raid the Hall of Wonders while you sit with him because there's nothing that can cure this injury from a jabberwocky, no potions or creams or magic wands, and your husband is dead by the next morning.

The funeral is a blur, and you know that for every Everafter that comes to pay their respects there is another celebrating the death of a Grimm, but you hold it together. And then - your sons leave, and you're alone in a house that was filled only days ago. You're homesick for Germany in a way you haven't been in decades, just to see some of the family you haven't seen in years, and you grab your coat and head to get the Ruby slippers and then it hits you - you can't leave.

The last place you want to be is here with the memories and suffocating silence but you can't leave. You have to stay to keep up the barrier, to prevent any number of violent Everafters from terrorizing the world.

And for the first time fear creeps in. You are the only Grimm left in town and many are restless - what is there to stop any assassination plots against you? So when Mr. Canis visits later that day, you offer him a room in the house.

Things get better, slowly. You get weekly calls from Hank. Jake has sent a letter so you know he's not dead too. (You knew anyway, you've been asking Mirror to check on both of your boys every day, every hour on particularly bad days.) There are Everafters who need help and mysteries to solve.

You are overjoyed when Hank returns to you with Veronica in tow. Veronica is a natural, she fits right in, and you feel you've finally turned the page on a dark chapter.

But there's danger, there always is in your line of work, and when a newly-pregnant Veronica gets too close to a magic blast from a rogue witch, Hank panics.

You try to reason with him, Veronica does too, but he's insistent on leaving. Their bags are packed that night, they're gone the next day, and you are alone again.

Of course there's still Mr. Canis and Snow and so many for company. But Jake is still traveling the world and you have a newborn granddaughter that you have yet to meet. (Veronica swears she'll talk Hank into a visit soon, she just need a few months to convince him.)

Perhaps it's that unfulfilled grandmotherly instinct that prompts you to reach out to the lost fairy boy in the woods. You've heard about him and you've had to chase off his pixies. He may be hundreds of years old, but he's still a little boy who could use a warm meal every now and then.

You're pleased to realize a few years in than you have a satisfying routine. Every day is a new adventure in Ferryport landing. You long to meet your granddaughters (Hank and Veronica have had another girl) but you check up on them through Mirror and you get letters from Veronica every few weeks.

You've just wrapped up a case on a dreary, drizzling morning, when it dawns on you that you're due for a letter from Veronica. You've been so busy you haven't checked on the kids in a few days. It's a Saturday and you expect to find them together, but you stare in confusion then concern as you see your granddaughters sitting in a police station. You check on their parents and nothing makes sense. Mirror has difficulty locating them, says there's powerful magic trying to block him, and when you finally see them they are asleep – still as death, but just sleeping.

You spend weeks, then a month, then a year, then longer, looking for answers and fighting red tape. The girls are alone, shuffled from place to place, and you are doing everything you can to get custody, but it seems hopeless. How can the courts turn over custody to a woman who will not (cannot) leave the tiny town where she lives hours away? You call in dozens of favors and several magical objects and finally, finally they send a caseworker to meet with you and you convince her to let the girls stay with you.

And then you have your granddaughters, you are so happy to meet them –

And their parents are still missing

#I just - Relda had to be GOING THROUGH IT #I just #agghhhh #writing #sisters grimm

[exoticalmonde]

II. Arknights OSTs Top 20 of Eve's Favourite Songs for December 2023

I honestly thought 20 would actually be too much for me, but Monster Siren, Team Kazdel and everybody else who is working on the Arknights music... Kudos. 10 million kudos and a kiss because they are what actually help me get out of bed in the morning.

11. Flame Shadow - Reed the Flameshadow OST There's something very romantic, calming and sweet in this song in general. The second I heard it - I knew it was a me type of song. On a very surface level I vibe with Reed Alter and her song managed to touch me. That's all.

12. Sentenced - Penance OST And in contrast with FlameShadow this one is rather sad, mournful, it resonated with me at a moment where I was very sad myself and because of that it managed to bring me up. Which I don't know how it works. but thank you Penance, my first wife, first Arknights woman I wanted, for being there.

13. Lullabye - Mephisto Boss OST Crying. Sobbing. Actually throwing up from how hard my body is getting sick of despair.

14. Rhythm In Literature - Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire (IS3) Playwriter Boss OST ... I hate IS3, but I very very much enjoy the music. Everything that is Phantom is dramatic and lovely. Why the Playwriter boss exactly? Who knows. I haven't beaten a SINGLE ending so far, but I have indeed seen: Save him.

15. The Rides To Lake Silberneherze - Lobby Theme Can't wait for this event in 6 months. It will very intensely remind me about 'The Lion's song' which is one of my favourite visual novels. I'm sad now, I want to play it again. Maybe one day over streams. I need the world to KNOW. For now, Silberneherze!

16. Zwillingstürme im Herbst - Lobby Theme Again - soft, sweet, somewhat mysterious, especially in the way it begins as it feels like a record/vynil playing. Such a Dr. Eve theme.

17. Abyssal Ravings - Stultifera Navis OST (part 4) No excuse. I love the abyssal ravings. Sounds like the voices in my head.

18. The Whirlpool That Is Passion - The Sanguinarch Boss OST Have not yet reached this boss fight, but I am SO excited. I might check Arknights right now to see if I can pull any Sanity pots out of the weekly rewards so I can continue the campaign.

19. Control's Wishes - Kirsten Boss OST Didn't like it at first. I thought I was too good for the futuristic themes because I really do not enjoy sci-fi that much and the whole 'make a space ship' was over my head. However, the boss fight was cool and the music is cool. Never seen a better themed introduction to a boss than when the music counts down '3, 2, 1' and she shows up.

20. Absolute Zero - Frostnova The Winter's Scar OST ... ... May you sleep finally warm and comfortable.

#arknights #doctor of ri shenanigans #Dr. Eve has opinions #Arknights music #arknights themes #arknights character themes #arknights boss themes #arknights ost #arknights event #rating music #music #part 2 #Youtube

[akwardlyuncool]

Sitting To Know Your Collection Project 2024 (January - TBD)

So in 2024 I've been doing a little album listening project with my CD collection. Essentially every week I spin the picker wheel that is filled with a list of all the CD's from my collection, that I've cataloged so far and give it a few plays throughout the week.

For those who have decent sized physical music collections, you know there's just some stuff that doesn't get played or doesn't get played enough. Hate to say it, but some things sit and I figured why not try and dust them off a little bit. (It also forces me to work on my CD cataloging project.) It's called "Sitting To Know Your Collection" because the challenge is to sit with your music and get to know it a little better.

I have a friend who did something similar a few years ago, so shout out to him for most likely planting the seed in my head a few years before it would manifest into my own take.

All that being said, and I know I'm informing folks late, but I figured someone else might want to challenge themselves too, so I figured why not share my hella subjective rules that can be modified to fit whatever you got going on.

Rules and Such:

It can be any genre you choose, just pick a "new" album from your collection every week to show some listening love to. (New as in different.)

Track the albums for yourself or with friends.

PS: I made a tracking template if anyone wants it.

Go for as long or short of a time period as you want. (My initial goal was to go from January until the end of September, but I'm liking the project so much, that I might extend it out till the end of the year, who knows.)

This is a side quest to your regular music listening habits. Replay the album as much as you want, but at least twice works within the spirit of the challenge.

If you don't have any physical music but this still sounds fun to you, just hop on the streaming service of your choice and pick a new album from there every week.

No pressure. No Stress. Just fun.

*Not Official Rules (just somethings hella specific to me):

Since I always show love to my soundtracks, they are not part of the project, neither is any album that has made it to my favorite albums of all time list. Just to be fair.

Last I try to only do full albums, but every once in a while I'll allow myself an EP.

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So that might pose the question, what albums have I listened to so far? Great question! Because I'm sharing this like 3 months in, I'm gonna post monthly roundups for January, February and March. Then starting sometime in April, hopefully I'll get to sharing last week's album on a weekly basis. The good thing is though, I've been keeping up with it on my Instagram, so copy and paste will be involved.

Stay tuned for January.

And if you participate, I'd love to know! Let's talk about what you're sitting with!

#Sitting To Know Your Collection 2024 #Sitting To Know Your Collection #Physical Media #CD Collection #CD's #Vinyl