#like one time he showed me a video and i only watched a sec before jumping down his throat | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

heich0e · 10 months

Text

Touya's not usually one to check his text messages.

Never has been, ever since he got his first cellphone when he was 13. He finds it more of a nuisance than anything, the way people always want to get ahold of him. Always expect a response from him over the most mundane shit. He barely likes talking to anyone as is, let alone during his private time—therefore, as a general rule, he doesn't respond to texts.

Especially not ones that pop up on his phone on a lazy Saturday afternoon with the contact name 'Bird Brain' listed as the sender.

But when these particular message previews appear, rudely interrupting him in the middle of watching a cake decorating video while he lays sprawled across the couch, Touya can't help but click through to the conversation to give them the response that they deserve.

His response is about as succinct and unamused as he is.

Three telltale dots appear at the bottom of the conversation before Touya can click away, and he finds himself waiting to see what Keigo comes back with—for reasons not even he quite understands.

Touya pushes himself up off the couch in an instant, stomping into your bedroom.

He finds himself hesitating once he makes it to the doorway, his body having moved relatively of its own accord, realizing only once he's standing at the threshold that he's not even really sure what he's going to say.

You're laying across the bottom of your bed on your tummy with your sock-clad feet lifted in the air behind you. You have one headphone in your ear and your laptop propped in front of you with that stupid romantic drama you like so much playing—the one Touya pretends he hates but always gets a little pouty when you watch an episode without him. You turn when you spot him in your peripheral vision, popping your headphone out of your ear and hitting the spacebar to pause your show.

"I'm almost done," you tell him, glancing back to your screen where the male lead is paused mid-confession—his mouth still open in the middle of his ardent monologue. You peer back at him again over your shoulder with a slightly smug look. "If you hadn't watched ahead without me we could be watching it together, y'know."

"That was an accident," Touya grumbles, sniffing a little indignantly. "It started playin' automatically when I turned the TV on."

"Sure, sure," you chirp, turning back to your laptop. When you realize Touya's still lingering there, you face him again, this time pushing yourself up on your elbow so you can twist around to look at him more fully. Your brow furrows. "What's wrong?"

Touya sucks in a breath of air and holds it in his cheeks, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Can I see your phone for a sec?" he asks.

The pinch of your brow slackens as one of them lifts in surprise.

"Yeah," you say, though your tone is still a little wary. You nod towards your bedside table at the head of the bed. "It's plugged in."

Touya shuffles towards you, rounding the end of your bed frame and approaching the device in question. He sit down at the edge of the mattress, and it dips under his weight. Beside him, you shuffle a bit closer to him as you resume watching your show, one of your feet brushing gently against his back as you kick them idly back and forth.

Touya knows your passcode, just like you know his, so it's no effort to unlock the device once he has it in hand. Finding the app in question is another story entirely.

He turns to you.

"Which one of these is Instagram?" he asks, holding the device in front of your face with the home screen open.

You pause your show again.

"This one," you say, pointing to one particular app icon, but your voice is notably perplexed.

Touya's never had any interest in social media. He had a couple of accounts when he was a teenager but hasn't properly logged in for years. As new social networking sites have risen and fallen, he's never bothered to even sign up, seeing no need in signing away his personal data to a platform he'll never use anyway.

Touya taps his thumb against the icon that you pointed out, waiting for the application to launch. His leg jiggles impatiently while he waits for it to load.

Beside him, you don't unpause your show.

When the screen finally loads, Touya is immediately accosted by an unfamiliar interface. There's some photo of a girl he doesn't know taking up most of the screen, and a few bubbles in the upper right hand corner that he can only assume are notifications you haven't checked. Touya may not use social media, but he's not an idiot either, so after clicking around the screen for long enough he finally manages to pull up what he recognizes as your personal profile.

"Touya, what are you doing?" you ask, thoroughly bewildered now, having just watched your boyfriend visit just about every corner of the Instagram app.

He sucks in a sharp breath.

Slowly, he turns to look at you.

"Did you just post this?"

He doesn't really need to ask, considering the baggy t-shirt you're wearing in the photo—his t-shirt, he recognizes immediately—is the same one you currently have on as you lie stretched across your bed. It's all you have on, save for the frilly little socks on your feet and the edge of the panties he can see peeking out where your shirt's hem has ridden up.

The photo blessedly has left those out.

You clear your throat, almost like you're embarrassed, reaching out for your cellphone. "Yeah, a little while ago."

Touya holds the device out of your reach, and a little sound of indignation slips from your lips. He keeps scrolling.

Your profile is full of photos of you that are just as charming as the first one he'd seen. Some are of friends, or food, or places you've visited. Many are even of him, or the two of you together. The collection is like a series of little snapshots into your life—of all the moments you wanted to save or share. But every so often there will be a photo just of you.

You with your lips pursed coyly, or maybe quirked with the ghost of a smile. You wrapped in a skimpy little dress you bought for a special occasion that Touya is all too familiar with. You with your eyes bright, or maybe one where they're heavy lidded in a sultry expression that makes something possessive and primal scrape against Touya's ribs.

His face feels hot when he looks at those ones. Hotter still when he realizes other people have seen them too.

"I think you should delete your account," he says suddenly, turning to face you with a completely serious—and markedly insistent—expression.

"W-what? Touya!" You exclaim plaintively. You push yourself up onto your knees and scrabble for your phone. Touya doesn't fight back to any real degree. He lets you crawl into his lap and wrestle it out of his hands, though the two of you do go tumbling back across the bed in the process. Once you've safely tossed the phone down to the other end of the bed out of his reach, you turn back to him with an irritated pinch to your features.

Touya meets your gaze easily, like a man without guilt.

"What's gotten into you?" you ask him softly, still straddling his lap. Your hands rest over his sternum, fiddling idly with the strings of his hoodie.

Touya sighs, reaching up and tugging you down to his chest before snaking his arms around your waist to keep you pressed against him. You don't try and wiggle out of his grip like he thinks that you might, instead you let him hold you, nuzzling your face into the collar of his sweatshirt.

"You're being weird," you mumble.

"No, weird would be me asking you to throw your phone away and never leave the house again so I'm the only one who gets to look at you," Touya replies, his fingers dipping under the hem of your—his—shirt and creeping up along your spine. "I'm actually being pretty normal, all things considered."

You huff out a little laugh and Touya feels the warmth of it break against the skin of his throat. You lift your face so you can look at him, and Touya admires the view of you from so close up. The curve of your lips, the colour of your eyes, the tip of your nose. He could look at you all day, he realizes then. Every part of you. Every inch and dip and curve that makes you up. He could study them. Map them out with his eyes closed, long committed to memory.

You make him feel kind of insane, sometimes. More insane than usual, anyway. He worries that he likes you too much.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly.

You.

Touya purses his lips.

It wasn't his intended goal, but he's happy to accept the little kiss you press against them anyway, a laugh slipping out of his mouth and into yours before you pull away. He shuts his eyes, letting his head tip back against the bed again, letting out a long, exhausted breath.

"Wanna help me set up an instagram account?" he finally mutters after a long stretch of silence.

You push yourself up overtop of him, and when he cracks one eye open he finds you looking down at him excitedly.

"Really?" you ask him incredulously, but undeniably pleased by the prospect.

He nods a bit, pulling you back down against his chest. He lets his eyes shut once more.

If deleting your account is out of the question, he might as well have his own so at least he gets to admire it.

You wiggle comfortably in Touya's hold, your TV show long forgotten at the other end of the bed, content to just let your boyfriend trace lazy circles into your thigh as your legs tangle together with his.

Touya's eyes pop open again suddenly, an unpleasant and not-so distant memory rushing back to him.

Your gaze meets his own, a quiet concern swimming behind it.

He takes your face in his hand.

"How do you block someone on Instagram?"

#touya x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha drabble #bnha writing #writing

4K notes · View notes

bless-my-demons · 6 months

Text

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Four

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, cuss words, and… angst

Notes: I fell asleep after I decided to add a Jasper dialogue last night… I’m sorry it’s later than normal lol remember, I told yall Jasper has to make up for his being gone😌🫣

Word Count: 2373

Series Masterlist

• March 20th, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

The weekend passed by in a blur, I spent it wishing I got more time with Jasper, but he desperately needed to hunt. So that left me with Quil, if he noticed my far-away mind, he didn’t comment, the new video game he picked up Friday occupied most of his attention.

Friday. I jumped off a cliff with Bella, was rescued by Quil’s ex-best friend, and then the object of my every waking thought showed up at my doorstep.

Friday was a long day, to say the least.

Which brings us to today - Monday. I have to go to school as if it were a normal fucking day, like my weekend hadn’t changed the trajectory of my life. Like my other best friend isn’t in Italy right now fighting to save the man she loves.

Slamming the door shut to my locker, I turn towards the direction of second period when a hulking mass at the other end of the hallway stops me short.

The blonde next to him grins, gracefully walking in my direction as if no more than the weekend had passed since I last saw them.

“Life has been rather dull without you.” Rosalie brings me into a delicate hug, the smile on her face growing.

“I missed you too.” The words aren’t much more than a whisper and my heart twists in my chest, they’re really back.

My eyes haven’t left his and they’re so full of sadness. The hallway empties out, but neither of us has managed to move an inch or look away.

Rose nudges me, “Go.”

A simple word, but the command moves my feet. It started off as one step and then two, but then I’m halfway down the hallway in a full sprint. Emmett takes one large step and then another before I fling myself into his arms, wrapping my own tightly around his neck.

“I hate you.” The words aren’t true, but this ache in my chest can’t be described any other way.

“I know.” His words are muffled as he lifts me.

“I missed you every day.” Tears well in my eyes, making it hard to see the grin splitting Rosalie’s face.

“I missed you more.” He argues back.

Safety, that’s Emmett McCarty Cullen. He’s strength and power and softness that only a man his size with his heart could exude. He is the definition of protector - someone that would go to any lengths to safeguard those closest to him. And just his hugs alone could cure anything, the hug of a brother who cares immensely.

“You left me.” The tremble in my voice gives my hurting heart away.

He clears his throat, “And I put him through hell every day for it.”

“He really has.” Rose confirms, full on smiling at me.

Emmett sets me back down on my own two feet, holding my shoulders in his massive hands, “Never again, I can promise you that.”

“Emmett-” I start, but he isn’t having it.

“Nope, we’re already late for class and I have some catching up to do.” Winking, he offers me one arm and his mate the other, leading us in the direction of next period.

• March 21st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

“Hey, you got a sec?” Knocking on the door frame to my mother’s bedroom, I watch as she turns off her tv.

“For you? Always honey, c’mere.” She pats the bed in front of her, her full attention making me a little nervous.

I sit and work up the courage for a few beats. “He’s back.”

“I know, I saw Doctor Cullen at work yesterday.” Her calm answer surprises me.

“I’m not sure what to do, momma.” I pull at her old bed spread, hoping for some words of wisdom.

“Well, you have options.” Her warm hands cover mine and encourage me to meet her eyes. “You can kick him to the curb since he dropped off the face of the earth for six months.”

“Or?” I ask, provoking her to complete her unfinished advice.

“Or, you can give him another chance.” A beat of silence while I weighed her answer. “You don’t have to do it right away either, you can ask for space to think about it. You can make him talk it out too.”

I process the possibility of cutting him out of my life for all of half a second before my heart tells me it’s impossible.

“Talk to him, I know you need to.” My mother has always been able to read me like a book, it’s why it’s so easy to get along with her.

“Why give me options? Why not forbid me to see him?”

Her knowing smile grows, “Because you’ll do what you want anyways. And no matter how much I want to protect my baby,” she lovingly strokes my cheek, “you have to navigate this in a way that heals that pretty heart of yours. I’d be failing you as a parent to not allow you to figure this out.”

“Mom-” tears threaten the corners of my eyes.

“Don’t think that means I’ll cut him some slack.” She jokes, but her tone includes some seriousness. “He hurt my baby.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Always sweet pea, I love you too.” She delivers a sloppy kiss to my cheek before reclining back to her previous tv-watching position.

Rising from her bed with a lighter heart in my chest, she stops me at her doorway, “I got your back kid, whatever you decide.”

I turn and give her a genuine smile, “I know, thanks mom.”

• March 22nd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Setting my tray down at the dubbed “Cullen table” I make direct eye contact with Edward as I stand before the siblings.

Don’t fucking do that again.

His face splits with a grin. “To which are you referring?”

Leaving her, leaving your family, going to Volterre with a death wish, you fucking idiot.

He actually laughs at my angry directive thoughts, the bastard.

You have people that care about you, you know. My eyes soften as his meet mine seriously. Including me. I’m glad you’re safe. And home.

He nods, unable to meet my eyes now.

“I’d hug you if you weren’t so adverse to physical affection.” Before I finish my statement, he rises from his chair to round the table towards me.

Shock roots me to the spot as his arms envelop lightly around my frame, my arms hesitantly wrapping around the tall Cullen after a beat.

“Thank you.” It’s whispered low enough for just me to hear and he’s returning to his seat.

Emmett’s jaw practically hits the floor, “You’ve never given me a hug-”

“Because your hugs are rather violent in their intensity.” Edward notates.

“But-” Emmett whines.

“No ‘buts’, I’m his favorite.” Sticking out my tongue at Emmett as I take my seat next to Jasper, the jealous vampire launches into a deep explanation of why he must be the family favorite.

“Thank you for starting something I will never hear the end of.” Jasper leans over to whisper in my ear as I grin at Edward who rolls his eyes.

“Glad to be of service.”

Reader

That afternoon I rode with Alice to the Cullen’s after school, something about an intervention with Bella and their family. And naturally, the curious part of me agreed to tag along.

The moment her car comes to a stop in their driveway, Jasper is opening my door and offering me a steadying hand.

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask, watching as Alice skips ahead of us.

“Not a clue, sweet girl.” He answers, leading me inside his family home.

His cool hand enveloping mine sends a pang through my chest, it’s like none of this is real - I’m just in some heavy dream. I’ve wished and hoped for their return with every fucking cell in my body, but now that they’re back? It’s surreal and I’m on edge - I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Standing loosely in a circle in the living room, our attention turns to Bella on the stairs, Edward looming behind her.

“You all know what I want. And I know how much I’m asking for. The only thing I can think of, for it to be fair, is to just vote.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Shut up.” Bella shushes Edward from his grumbling.

Bella is asking them to vote on her becoming a vampire? A slight tremble begins in my hands, this isn’t exactly a debate I’d wished to be a part of. I mean, what would this mean for me? Would we eventually have one of these for me?

“Alice?” Bella asks, opting for starting with the one securely in her corner.

“I already consider you my sister.” She surges forward to wrap her in a hug. “Yes.”

One vote yes.

“Thank you.”

“I vote yes.” The rumble of Jasper’s chest under the hand I have placed there stops my breathing. “It would be nice to not want to kill you all the time.”

It would be nice to not want to kill you all the time. The words ring in my ears and burn my chest, repeating.

Two votes yes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry to both of you for how I’ve acted. And I’m really grateful that you were brave enough to go and save my brother.” Rosalie’s next sentence a quiet confession within her answer, “But this isn’t a life I would’ve chosen for myself. And I wish there had been someone there to vote no for me. So, no.”

A breath, one vote no.

“I vote hell yeah.” Em spins her around in his excitement, “We can pick a fight with these Volturi some other day.”

Three votes yes, one vote no.

“I already consider you a part of the family, yes.” Esme happily gives her blessing as Carlisle steps forward to look at Edward.

Four votes yes, it’s almost unanimous.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He asks his adoptive father. “You know what this means.”

“You’ve chosen not to live without her, which leaves me no choice. I won’t lose my son.”

Carlisle’s answer is like a gavel being slammed down, sealing her fate, confirming what she wants.

Bella meets my eyes, even I can tell relief floods them as I’m sure anxiety fills mine. She’s going to turn into one of them - a vampire.

Jasper

After a few heavy minutes following the votes of my family, I turn to Y/n.

“Would you like to go home? It’s getting late.” I ask her, but her eyes are distant.

Immediately I gently probe at her emotions, but I can feel her trying to suppress them. I furrow my brow as I look down at her, why is she hiding from me?

I tilt her chin back and she removes herself entirely. Ice, I know as a vampire my core temperature is already low from the absence of blood in my system, but with her physical departure - it feels as though every ounce of warmth has been zapped from my very soul.

“I need time.” Her request is hardly a whisper and her eyes still refuse to meet mine.

Shock roots me to the floor, time? She’s asking for time from me. Not with, from. Away. Without.

And I must grant it to her. I’d give her anything in this world she would ask for.

I remove myself a step back from her even though my chest wishes to tug me forward.

“Emmett?” I ask aloud, not taking my eyes from her, he immediately answers by way of flashing to my side. “Take her home?”

“Of course, but-?” Curiosity tinged with sadness finishes what he fails to ask.

“Just get her home safe, please.” I step aside, forcing my eyes to my shoes as I clear the path to the front door for them.

Emmett escorts her outside and I swear, every bit of strength leaves and threatens to buckle me. I watch as the Jeep’s tail lights disappear down the driveway from the front windows.

“It’s the right thing to do.” Esme lays a hand on my shoulder as she watches with me, I hate the truth in her words. “She needs to process everything, we haven’t given her the chance and now this with Isabella, it’s a lot.”

“I know.”

Love. “Come here.”

I turn into her waiting arms, the overwhelming urge to cry hits me like a fucking freight train when her arms pull me close.

“She will be back, just be patient with her.”

“What if she realizes-”

“Nonsense, she’s hopelessly in love with you.”

I pull back to inspect her face, “What?”

She smiles at me in only the way a mother really can, “My son, trust me. Give her a few days, but she needs to know that love is returned.”

“How do you-”

“I’ve known since the day you first brought her home. I knew then she was yours before you ever figured out she was your singer, I’m a mom like that.” Winking at me, she pats my shoulder. “She makes you happier, lighter. It makes me happy to finally see that in you.”

Venomous tears make my vision swim, more often than not I take the fact that Esme mothers us in ways unique to every single one of us for granted.

Glancing down, I clear my throat like a typical male trying to avoid being emotional, “Thank you, Esme.”

“Dear, you never have to thank me, I love you more than you know.”

“I love you too.” I kiss her on the cheek, our talk having smoothed out my frayed nerves.

Time. I can give her time to think, to process everything that’s happened in the last week. But then she’s mine - she has to know how I feel about her. And if she wants nothing to do with me after that?

Well, I guess I’d give her that too.

But not until after I fight for her, because fighting for her is in my bones. Fighting is all I’ve ever known and it’s time I put it to good use.

Taglist Part 1:

@aoi-targaryen @Min-jianhyung @pbbsl @timelordhunterandmysterysolver @sheerangermany @clearwater-hoe @Blackbluerose666 @ivy-plays @random-human02 @delightfulbluebirdstarlight @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @gaymazinglula @l3ejm @angelfuzzy2 @losa12308 @thekinkpopstandsforkrackheads @flyawayprincess @ropickle @catbusloki @deviat3dsn0wf0x @lovesanimals0000 @unrevived @h-naec @cutesnakemum @zudooms @itsmytimetoodream @stinkii-boii @acoolnight @anothercoffeeblogx @irishblend10 @from-now-on-im-switzerland @kyraslife2 @naolvshan @kiiwiigii @rosedpetal @kiaraandrea @foolsgoldxo @heartfilia01 @azuredgalaxies @geekysimmerthings @graciereads @ramen-girl-2424 @0hmydekiru @creeqvealley @cherriebat @whichwitchisthebitch @dragon-rider-with-a-book @secretfairytailpetscookie @psychobitchsthings

#jasper hale x reader #redamancy series #bless-my-demons #jasper hale fanfiction #jasper hale x female!reader #twilight fanfiction #jasper whitlock hale #twilight #jasper hale #female reader insert

425 notes · View notes

taahko · 2 months

Note

I just found your blog today can you please explain or point out a post that explains the MASH timeloop thing? I love the show but I've never heard anyone talk abt it that way before

oh yay hurray ive been waiting for an excuse to talk about this lmao sorry this is long

ok so basically maeve (my gf) and i started watching mash for the first time about a month ago and we started joking about it being like the characters were stuck in a time loop mostly because the same basic episode format is repeated over and over, because it's a sitcom from the 70s and the episodes arent meant to be watched en masse where you can start noticing all the little repetitions and plot holes and inconsistencies that naturally occur in longform tv

but then i started to pay attention to the dates being mentioned in the show - famously the korean war never technically ended, but american troops were involved in active on the ground fighting between 1950 and 1953, so the entire 11 seasons of mash have to be squeezed into that three year period. with 251 episodes occurring within 1,129 days, that gives every episode about 4.5 days of real time. so it works right? no time loop right? well wait a sec

for the first 5 seasons or so of mash they give very consistent dates about when things are happening. for example, bj arrives in korea in september of 1952, at the start of season 4. colonel potter arrives about a week after him, and talks about how he has 18 months left before his retirement. that gives us about 7 months for the shows final 7 seasons to take place in, meaning that by the episode 'point of view' in season 7 we should be around december of 1952. in that episode the pov character starts writing a letter home and in the corner he writes the date:

september of 1951. ok, could be that this episode isn't meant to take place in the regular timeline of the season - maybe for some reason its just like, a random flashback episode. but bj, charles, and potter are all present, even though none of them got to korea until 1952. now i KNOW that this is not like, the True Hidden Secret Lore of MASH, this is the writers realizing they were running out of road and turning back the clock a bit to accommodate for how long the show was running on. but play in my time loop space with me please

more talking points:

consistent jokes about time zones and how difficult it is to call the states because "our today is their yesterday but if you call them now it might not reach them until our tomorrow and by that point our yesterday will be their today"

hawkeye's increasing mania over the seasons and his conviction that the war will never end, comparing the camp to dante's inferno multiple times. maeve once pointed out that the closer hawkeye comes to realizing that he's trapped in a time loop the closer he gets to being institutionalized - and what does the series finale cold open onto ? hawkeye in a mental institution. the only way out is to lose yourself etc. sidenote frank also escaped the time loop by going insane and getting institutionalized

in a war for all seasons bj potter and charles are all present at the 1951 new years party as well as the 1952 new years party

there are three christmas episodes, two of which bj is present for even though he should only have spent one christmas in korea

details of people's families and lives shift around - sometimes potter's got multiple grandchildren, sometimes he only has one, sometimes its a girl, sometimes its a boy, sometimes she's 5, sometimes he's 2

we're not the first people to talk about this either, here's a good video compilation posted a couple yrs ago of time loop moments

overall ive been using the time loop thesis to add another layer to my mash viewing experience. it increases the already present sense of constant dread, anger, frustration, and disgust with their situation that the characters feel, plus it feels like a very poignant take on the united states' constant warmongering and violent existence. it really never ends, it just goes on an on. the future's been canceled by the war department- we're just gonna replay the past.

#shut up aggie #mash #might add more to this later

263 notes · View notes

amsznn · 2 months

Text

FOOLISH - c. sturniolo

part 2 — part 1 here part 3 here

warnings: slight cursing, toxic relationship

chris 🚫

hey

your phone illuminated with a text sent by the one person part of you unfortunately still loved and part of you actually despised.

you didn’t bother to answer, even though you really wanted to. you couldn’t be pulled back into the same cycle once again. it’s happened one too many times so you knew his scheme all too well.

this was the thing with chris. you’d catch him cheating, you put on a strong act for a while, then he texts, and you get roped in once again. he knew you too well. he knew how to get you back. but maybe not this time.

you laid flat on your stomach, attempting to get some sleep, before you heard a knock on your door. you groaned while laying there for a moment, hoping whoever it was would go away.

the knocks only got louder and more obnoxious. you swung your legs off the side of your bed and made your way to the front door. you unlocked it to reveal your other best friend.

nick.

“what are you doing here?”

“well hello to you too.” nick said while making his way inside. you watched as he kicked his shoes off, then your eyes traveled to the huge duffel bag he was carrying. slightly amused you crossed your arms against your chest.

“nick what are you doing here?”

nick huffed before dropping his duffel bag on the floor. “my two brothers are being fucking idiots as always,” he started before making his way to the kitchen, you followed to hear the rest of his rant. “so me, being the smart person that i am, thought ‘why not just have a sleepover with my best friend?’”

he opened one of your cabinets and pulled out a bag of chips. “hence, why ive graced you with my presence.” you could only laugh at nick, knowing full and well his brothers had to be really pissing him off for him to uber all the way here.

“better for me, i couldn’t sleep anyways.” you said while making your way towards him, to also stuff your face with sole chips.

“great, ‘cus i wanna watch a dance moms marathon.”

you and nick spent the whole night watching shows, making tiktoks, and eating a lot of snacks. in the end you both ended up crashing on your bed, completely exhausted.

now the sun was shining through your curtains. causing you to awake from your slumber. nick on the other hand was still knocked out so you decided not to disturb him.

you were busy doing your skin care when you heard what sounded like nick waking up from his sleep.

“y/n, i think im gonna make matt pick me up,” nick paused for a moment before yelling again. “we have a video to film.”

“okay, ill be out in a sec!” you yelled back. quickly washing your cleanser off. you made your way out of your bathroom and went to the kitchen where you found nick.

“want me to make breakfast?” you asked while looking through your fridge, looking for something to make.

“sure, but im gonna go shower.” nick rose from his seat on the kitchen island then treaded towards the bathroom.

you decided on just making acai bowls for the both of you. while chopping up some bananas you heard a knock on the door, you figured it was matt so you wiped your hands and made your way to the entrance.

cracking the door open slightly you could see matt’s figure. “hey, matt.” you smiled upon seeing your other friend. “hey y/n, is nick ready?”

you shook your head as you could hear the shower still running. “nope, he’s still in the shower.” matt sighed while checking his phone for the time.

“why don’t you come in though , i could make you breakfast too.” matt smiled at your offer and walked inside.

suddenly your eyes landed on another figure you did not know was standing there the whole time.

‘you have got to be kidding me.’ you thought. there stood chris, hands fidgeting with his phone. he was the first to speak up.

“hey, what’s up?”

you scoffed, he always did this. pretending like nothing ever happened. “are you fucking kidding me, chris?” you whisper-shouted so matt wouldn’t hear your dispute. you weren’t sure if they knew what was going on, heck you didn’t know if chris even told them you used to date. probably not since chris wanted to keep your situation ‘private.’

chris sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “lets not do this here, y/n”

“do what here?” you and chris’s attention shifted to nick who was standing in front of you two, wondering what all the whispering was about.

“nothing, are you coming in?” you quickly shifted the topic and your attention back to chris, inviting him inside. chris nodded and stepped inside.

the three of you made your way to matt who seated at the kitchen island, eating one of the acai bowls you made. you didn’t mind though, since your appetite was basically gone.

you sat on the opposite end of nick, leaving chris to sit beside matt. you caught up with 2/3 of the boys. chris was in his own world, but his eyes lingered on you whenever you spoke, which made it somewhat difficult for you to remember your train of thought as your eyes met his.

once the boys were finished, nick grabbed his duffle bag and gave you a hug as goodbye. “i’ll see you this weekend?” he asked while making sure to thank you as well. you nodded and waved goodbye to both him and matt.

“i’ll be out in a sec.” chris called out to his brothers, to which they both nodded. this only made you roll your eyes in irritation, seeing as he wasnt letting up.

chris moved forward to where you were standing, wrapping his arms around your waist. you stood there frozen, knowing if you reciprocated his action, you’d be back to being wrapped around his finger.

chris frowned at this and moved back to meet his eyes with yours. “are you really gonna stay mad at me, baby?” his voice just above a whisper as his hand caressed your face.

“i saw you chris. i saw you with that girl, i saw everything.” you said trying to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to crumble in front of him.

chris gently wrapped one arm around you, while bringing one hand to softly push your head down on his shoulder. you couldn’t help it anymore, tears started streaming down your eyes in frustration with both him, and yourself. chris listened to your sniffles and occasionally hiccups as he swayed you side to side.

“m’ sorry, baby.”

“it was a mistake.”

he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, while resting his own there. “i’ll be better for you, okay?” he pushed you back and cupped both sides of your face with his hands.

“i promise.”

you knew this was all bullshit. you knew in a matter of time he would just be with another girl, in another bed. forgetting about you. if you knew all this, then why? why was it hard for you to push him away?

chris smiled as you nodded your head, accepting his apology. he closed the gap between you two, gently planting his lips onto yours, bringing you closer with each movement of his lips.

that was when you knew,

how foolish you were.

A/N: sorry guys, i thought i’d be done with this earlier today but i was super busy today. hope you enjoyed this part. part 3 soon, not a set date yet tho!

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo headcanon #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

173 notes · View notes

sturniolowhore · 2 months

Note

i have an idea for a valetines day oneshot. could you do like the girl was in a toxic relationship before chris and she doesnt expect anything from chris because of the past but then he surprises her and like shows her how good it can be? like a lot of fluff and cuteness please. i hope this makes sense ly

☁️ SO THIS IS LOVE

summary ⎯ the request🤭

warnings ⎯ chris x fem!oc, fluff, mentions of previous relationships, cursing, very rushed, short and not proofread

A/N ⎯ happy valentines day lovers! this is the first time in my nineteen years of existing that i actually have a valentine and it feels so surreal?? quickly whipped this up because the request only came today so i apologise for the length (also ily too anonymous)

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

delilah swiped to the next tik tok, sick of seeing every single one about valentines. she would be lying if she said she was surprised to see yet another video of a couple.

don't get her wrong, it wasn't as though she was jealous, she just didn't particularly understand the hype like everyone else did. for years, she had watched others on the day, not comprehending why the day was so special. even when she actually had a boyfriend the previous year, he never so much as uttered the words happy valentines to her. it was something she had grown accustomed to, the idea of spending the day like any other.

so even this year, when chris and her had decided he would pick her up to go his place, not once did she question it. she merely believed it was another regular day of her hanging out with her boyfriend. she wasn't expecting anything else as she awaited his arrival, sitting atop the bottom step with her shoes on so she could leave quickly.

chris 💖💖💖

i'm outside ma

del ❤️❤️

coming out in a sec

and that was exactly what she did, getting up from the steps and making the short walk to her front door before opening it and stepping outside. she saw his car parked nearby and made the small trek to it. she smiled to herself when he leaned over and opened the door from the inside, seeing as his car was still on. she stepped into the vehicle and gave him a soft smile.

he returned it easily, leaning a little once more to press a quick but sweet kiss to her more than welcoming lips. she smiled against his lips as they pulled apart and his eyes raked over her outfit and face.

"you look so fucking beautiful," he told her as he began to pull out of his spot and begin driving to his house.

"thank you, can't say the same for you," she teased with a laugh and he playfully rolled his eyes at her, the dynamic already feeling the way it always did; something the two of them adored more than anything.

"how has your day been?" he questioned, glancing at the rear view mirror briefly to check his surroundings before resting his hand on her thigh.

she slightly shuddered at the touch. he still made her feel goose bumps even after months and months of being together. the effect he had on her never dissipated and she would be embarrassed if not for the fact that she knew it was a mutual thing.

"pretty boring, i've just been waiting around for you to come and get me. i missed you," she stated even though they had literally seen each other a couple days ago.

"i missed you too, i always miss you," he grinned at her before he took a different turn to the usual route they took.

"i think you missed that turn love," she pointed out and he fought back his smile before turning to quickly face her with a shrug.

"it's basically the same thing," he lied but she furrowed her brows as she knew they were getting further and further away from his house.

"are you feeling⎯ " she started but she was cut off by his questioning words.

"close your eyes baby," he instructed and she looked towards him in confusion, wondering if she heard his words correctly.

"what?" she met his eyes and he grinned at her, only increasing her curiosity by the second.

"close them, you trust me right?" he pointed and she nodded rapidly, doing as he said and closing her eyes as she felt the car drive a little more before he parked somewhere.

she heard him step out of the car and move to her side, opening the door and grabbing her hand to help her out of the car. she kept her eyes shut per his commands and grasped his hand tightly, not knowing what to expect in the slightest.

"what are we doing?" she pondered aloud, walking in line with him and smiling when she felt his hands around her waist, guiding her to wherever they were headed.

"sh patience mama, we're almost there," he grinned, his hands rubbing soft circles against her skin and making her sigh contentedly.

then he paused in his tracks and turned to face her. if she felt the next place she was walking, she would instantly recognise where they were and he certainly didn't want that. he thought for a small moment before an idea popped into his head.

"why are we stopping?" her query was answered when he picked her up, her legs instantly wrapping around him with a slight yelp escaping her lips at the suddenness.

"you better be keeping those eyes closed," he warned her with a laugh and she couldn't help but laugh to despite not knowing what exactly was happening.

she would say they⎯ well he⎯ walked for around another minute before he at last stopped and placed her onto the ground softly, swivelling her body around so she was facing whatever he wanted her to.

she smiled as she felt the sand beneath her shoes; she loved the beach and chris knew that. it was a nice surprise but she had no idea what else was about to happen. he pulled her body so her back was pressed to his front and hooked his head over her shoulder.

"you can open your eyes now," he sounded so excited and she instantly allowed her eyes to fly open, a small gasp being released as her eyes surveyed the sight in front of her.

in front of them was a picnic blanket with all of her favourite things placed atop it from jam tarts to pasties to fruit and everything in between. there was a small hamper with a bunch of makeup and perfume as well as skin care products she always rambled on about but didn't think chris remembered. there was a small heart shaped cake in the centre that she couldn't quite make out the words written on but she would be lying if she said she didn't have a small inkling. the plates and glasses were pink and he had a few rose petals sprinkled all over the place.

she turned to him with the largest smile he had ever seen, "chris... oh my god. you're a fucking angel. i love you so much, this is so sweet."

he was about to tell her he loved her just as much, if not more, but her lips quickly found his in a passionate kiss. he slightly stumbled back at the force but quickly steadied himself, wrapping his arms around her waist and relishing in the way her hands found his neck and hair. she pulled away with a flushed look and a smile like none he had ever seen before.

"happy valentine's day baby," he breathed out, pressing another kiss to her lips and internally feeling relief that she actually liked his efforts.

"happy valentine's day," it was the first time in her life she had heard those words spoken to her and the first time she had said them to anyone.

she understood where people were coming from now. the magical sensation of being surprised and love being showed through the effort their partner put it. she adored chris more than anything but she never would have anticipated something like this. she didn't even think it was possible for something like this to happen.

she pulled him into the tightest embrace, speaking into his chest, "i love you so so much, no one has ever done anything like this for me before."

"no one? didn't you have a boyfriend last year?" he furrowed his brows in confusion; surely her ex had spoiled her the way she so desperately deserved.

"i mean yeah but we never celebrated, i never got the hype," she pulled away from him with a shrug and he looked appalled.

"you mean the idiot never did anything to show you how special you are?" he pondered aloud, ensuring he was understanding her words correctly.

she blushed at his words and shook her head, making him drop his jaw open in utter shock.

"what a fucking ass," chris rolled his eyes and she snickered at his words, not realising why he was making it such a big thing but at the same time noticing just how happy she was over chris actually doing something for her.

"now i feel bad... i just assumed you wouldn't want to celebrate either and i never even got you anything but you did all⎯" he stopped her rambling with a kiss, silencing her and making sure he poured every last emotion into the connection.

"stop talking ma, i don't expect shit in return," he told her and she beamed at him, feeling more loved than ever and wanting to remain in this moment for an eternity and more.

"come on, let's eat this shit, i'm hungry," he pulled her to sit beside him on one of the cushions but eventually he found herself straddling his lap, the most comfortable place if you asked her.

"so pretty," he mumbled against her neck and she hummed happily.

"you're so perfect," she returned, brushing her fingers through his hair and loving the way he leaned into her touch lightly.

he pulled away to look into her eyes, "i love you so much."

she pecked his cheek and when she pulled away, she spoke again, "i love you so so much."

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

TAGS: @mattslolita @mattsleftnipple03 @sturniolololover @hearts4chris @sturniofilmd @luvsturns @that-general-simp

107 notes · View notes

singto-prachaya · 8 months

Text

Did I make a banner specifically for this post? Yes I did. This is a post to introduce you to Offroad Kantapon and Daou Pittaya who are currently starring in the BL Love In Translation. Get to know these two and their close soulmates bond through this post.

Let's start first with a short history lesson: Both participated in the survival show Lazicon (started airing October 9, 2021) and it was the first time they met each other. They became close in a short amount of time and you would often see them holding insta lives together. For a compilation of how they acted with each other during those lives as well as some Lazicon clips I made a fanvideo a while back. I never published it because it was just something I wanted to make for myself and one other person.

youtube

Now since the post will be long you can find the rest under the read more link.

One thing Offroad wanted during Lazicon was to perform in the final with Daou and some of his close friends from Insight Entertainment. This would have happened if Daou was fully recovered from having covid but he wasn't. So the performance was without him. Daou however was present through a video call. During a performance were all Lazicon contestants sung together Offroad looked at the screen, saw Daou and started crying. A timestamped video were you can see Offroad getting emotional.

Not in front of my salad! Straight to this point. If you watched my fanvideo or at least a part of it skinship between those two is pretty normal. However if you are contantly all over each other it can cause people to want you to get a room! Especially their band members. There is this behind the scenes clip of Rak Diao in which they made an appearance and check out the timestamped part. Watch for about 20 sec.

Close friends! Daou has some close friends. A couple were from Insight and they had no problem with spilling some tea sometimes. Frank who is now DVI said during a live with the boys and some other contestants "It looks like they are flirting". Daou is also close with Joong Archen and he also had some things to say. "What everyone sees is just a little bit. Joong saw a lot more than that". And he mentioned once how Daou has never taken care of someone like this before not even his close friends. Also during a live with Joong and Daou, Daou got called. Joong then was like "Who is calling? Is that handsome boy. The blond haired one".

The part with Joong starts at 1:45

Jealousy what's that? Anyone who has been in the fandom long enough knows how they talk to each other on twitter and IG. One thing is pretty clear, Daou doesn't like it when Offroad shows to much skin. And he will let it know pretty clearly. Ban hammer gifs, talking about how he has the full sized picture, trying to pull Offroad's shorts, you name it. When the trailer of Our Days was released Offroad appeared half naked in it a couple times and fans then took screenshots and put shirts on Offroad to cover him up. Atime26 even released an edited trailer with those shirts on twitter. The inpact! Most recently Offroad wore a shirt with tiny holes in it and Daou called it see through. And during a recent twitch stream of Daou a fan asked if they could buy a see through shirt for Offroad. They could, but fans can only look. Another recent jealousy example here!

Talking about each other! They talk a lot about each other. Good things but sometimes things can also get sad. I will start here around the time Daou posted that he had to go into the army (he had to enlist 1 November 2022). Offroad commented and said "Eat well. I wish you luck, no suffering, no call, no disease. 👏❤️ Send your heart to me. I love you so much. I will do my best here. Let's go". The last day before Daou's enlistment a podcast was posted by The Modernist with the Laz1 boys. There was also a written version and let me copy a part. One question that was asked was "Choose one person and tell him your innermost feelings".

Offroad: But if I want to talk to another person who is very special, that is, I want to talk about P'Wu. Because he was the only person in the group who saw me from the beginning. I want to say that my place is like this. What I want to say is that I want him to see that I'm getting better. (Crying so much that he couldn't breathe) I wanted to tell him that. I have been with him for a long time and he is another person who has fulfilled me to be here as well.

Offroad has said a couple times before that he felt like he was a burden to Daou because he felt like he wasn't good enough.

During the last day they also had last fanmeet. And when Daou grabbed the microphone to talk he put his arm around Offroad's shoulder. And then when he started talking Offroad broke down (video linked there).

And here someone made a tiktok about the enlistment.

They had to work in pairs after the first round in Lazicon and Daou picked Offroad.

Special person talk during EMF fandom live today.

Couple rings! Daou lied to Offroad and said his fanclub wanted to buy a ring so they needed Offroad's ring size. Turned out Daou wanted to buy couple rings. A fan found out it were Cartier rings worth 1500 euro's each. And Daou isn't even rich. During EMF fandom live today there was more couple rings talk.

This was for an interview with Mint Magazine. Full trans for the interview here. As a long term fan I was confused by their answer because for me it's always been a 10. Not sure how it could have gotten more.

Daou talking about how in BL series the characters at least have to love each other but that they don't have to force themselves since they already have a close relationship. Full interview here and you can use google trans on the webpage.

Couple song! Last part. Daou and Offroad's fandom name is Nubdao and they have a song called Nubdao which was written by them and which is about each other. Nubdao means counting the stars.

youtube

Translation of this song in a comment here

#daou pittaya #offroad kantapon #daouoffroad #love in translation

74 notes · View notes

olivia091108 · 2 months

Note

HEYY gal!! Love your stuff, could I req a fic where reader is the guitarist in H.I.M and is Bams celeb crush ( he’s still a celeb ofc ) buttt hope Yk what I mean!! 😭🫶

Yesss I’ve been listening to H.I.M and I’m really excited to write this hope it’s good

Guitar strings and romantic strings

Summary: filming HIMs new mv

Pairing: bam margera x reader

Word count: 1.6k

We are filming our new music video buried alive by love today and I had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to meet everyone at some mansion in la so my manager got me on a plane as soon as saying that the others were already there. I hate filming music videos because it’s always some grouchy 60 year old who has never even heard of us before but this time bam margera is actually directing the whole thing.

I’ve met him a few times with the rest of the band but he didn’t really take a liking to me he just wanted to talk to the boys. It kinda annoyed me cos I thought he seemed pretty cool and wanted to get to know him. I’m gonna make it my goal that by the time he’s going back to the states I’ve had at least 1 good conversation with him.

A cab picks me up from the airport and it doesn’t take too long to get to the set. Once I’ve paid the driver I’m quickly rushed in by random people telling me that I need to be quick and some girls come over with an outfit telling me to change. They’ve given me a black mini skirt wich is very mini and a black zip up top that shows of my tits.

I quickly walk over to where the band is greeting them quick. Then I walk over to bam ready to strike up a conversation.

“Hey bam I haven’t seen you in ages how are you?” He stares at me for a sec and I thought he was just going to ignore me but he nods his head

“Yeah Umm Im good” he quickly says before going over to frantz.I turn in my heal and go see what ville is up to. We are taking for a while before bam tells us to play the song the whole way through so I grab my guitar and wait for Jukka to count me in.

Once we finish playing Juliet Lewis arrives since she's going to be the girl playing billed love interest in the music video I was excited to see her I loved her stuff.

Once she had introduced herself to everyone and Joe was setting up the shots and lenses whatnot me and Juliet started talking and we hit it off we have a lot in common and honestly it was nice for the both of us to have another girl around.

but soon she had to film so I walked over to Joe and bam and started to watch what was happening I stood behind bam leaning on the back of the chair and would glance over at him every few seconds. I wanted to talk to him but I didn't know what about so I said the first think that came to my head.

“What colour would you be?” As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it.

Uhhhm I don’t know what you mean he says before turning away from me

“Like yk if you were a coulour what one would you be for instance I’d love to be like a magentary purple but I hate to say I think I’d be like a greeny blue but not the nice turquoise more like a dull boring one” I started to rant by accident and bam just kinda stared.

It was awkward for a sec of me waiting for his answer and if I’m honest he looked bored but thank god Joe was there. “I’d be orange I think”

“Omg yess you so would like a nice tangerine kind” I say getting excited which we both laughed at and I can see bams lip curl up almost like a smile.

“Your’e turn bam” i say putting my attention on him again. I don’t know yellow?

Nooo no definitely not you would be like either a nice navy blue but like lighter by a smidge you are like a nice purple like when I say purple the one You think of but more punk.

“Oh yeah” Joe chimes in before focusing on the camera making sure to follow ville and just like that conversation done and he only said like 10 words maybe I think I’m just gonna give into the fact that not everyone has to like me.

“Cut”bam yells and ville and Juliet walk over listening to what will happen in the next bit before Juliet comes over to me. “What’s got you in a sour mood?”

“Bam doesn’t like me” I say sulking like a little girl with my head in my palms. “Are you crazy of course he does”

“No he doesn’t eveytime I even try to talk to him he just isn’t interested and just shut me down straight away and he can barely even look at me” and do you know what I hear from me telling her my struggles

Laughing

She’s laughing.

I giggle and push her “it’s not funny I’m serious”she’s hysterical now and trying to get a sentence out

“Y/n I love you but your’e really dumb” i look at her confused not knowing what she meant. “He likes you”

“No I just told you he can’t stand me”

“Y/n listen he has a crush on you it’s obvious he can’t look at you and I hear him stutter and fumble his words kudus he would probably implode if you even touch him” I think about what she’s saying but I can’t wrap my head around it

“Nah there’s no way”

“Ok yk what go over there and tell him his hair is messed up and quickly fix it for him and then you will believe me.”

Ok I will I get up and walk over to bam and ville sitting in their chairs pretending to listen to their conversation for a sec before looking towards bam and interrupting ville.” Sorry your hair is kinda crazy” I lean up and mess with it a bit not even realising his face is practically in my boobs. But I rake my acrylic nails through it and ruffle it softly before removing my hands and seeing his face the same colour as my guitar.

I then smile to myself and restrain myself from running to Juliet. Once I get to her I smile and admit she was right followed by an expected “I told you”

“What do I do? Do I ask him out? Wait I don’t even know if I like hi-“

“Oh please cmon y/n of course you do you wouldn’t want him to like you that much if you didn’t. I blush at her words realising she’s right.”

“Please help me” I put my hands together and beg her batting my eyelashes at her. “Alright we’re going to the bar later and you are gonna ask him out their simple”

The rest of the day I am just thinking about bam and how I was so oblivious about his feelings and mine. Want a drink? I snap my head up so fast I heard a crack in my neck I look to see bam standing infront of me waiting for an answer. “Oh um just some water please”

Once the days over we all walk to a bar down the road and straight away get a round in of beers. Im embarrassed to say I’m a huge leightweight so after 2 rounds I’m on the brink of drunk and when I’m drunk I am very touchy so I’ve heard.

Remembering what Juliet told me to do I stumble over to bam allay knocking a table of drinks over but once I reach him I use him to balance myself by wrapping my arms round his neck and staring up at him.

I couldn’t see his eyes as he was wearing his blacked out sunglasses so I reach up and lift them to rest on his hair. I mumble out “I like your eyes I couldn’t see them” and smile to myself

Whoever bam was talking to before had left after my sudden intrusion but I didn’t even realise. “Yknow I’m not meant to be telling you this but” I start giggling at what I’m about to say and whisper in his ear “ I have a crush on you”

He smirks and looks down and says a teasing “really” I nod up at him basically leaning my whole body weight in him and subconsciously scratching at his curls “and I know you like me back so are you going to do anything about it” I ask smugly

He rests both his hands at the undersides of my jaw rubbing small circles making me tigglish and giggling before he pulls my face towards his and I feel his soft lips against mine and I kiss him back and bring him closer and deepen the kiss forgetting we’re surrounded by all our friends and not even aware of Joe filming us but even if I had I wouldn’t of cared as long as I was still kissing bam.

He pulls away with his eyes dilated looking like he took the best drugs in his life before smiling and kissing me again this time letting his hand wander to my bum and giving it a firm squeeze and rubbing it almost causing my skirt to lift.

This time I pull away and take his hand and shout way too loudly a good bye and waving towards Juliet and holding up me and bamd held hands excitedly befire running up the bar stairs and feeling bam hold my skirt down making me not false anybody and asked the first person I saw

“where’s the closest hotel?”

I hope this is ok sorry it took so long

Gonna be honest I thought this was posted like a week ago and I was thinking I haven’t got any notifications or anything and I check and I realise it hadn’t even been posted so sorry about that

Taking requests

Might do a Johnny one soon

-liv

#bam margera imagine #liv’s writing #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader #bam margera #him #h.i.m

46 notes · View notes

outerspacebisexual · 2 years

Text

A Place in this World - Steve Harrington

Book A - Part Five: That's When

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Summary: Steve Harrington was always there, and yet it still surprised you.

Word count: 2.36k

Warnings: swearing, steve really trying

Masterlist

Your first shift with Steve was surprisingly easier than you had expected.

He actually seemed to be able to take direction and didn’t question your authority like Robin did. God, you loved her, but if you asked you ‘why’ one more time, you’d push her headfirst into oncoming traffic.

There was still a palpable awkward tension between the two of you, but thankfully he didn’t seem to want to comment on it, and you definitely didn’t want to either.

“Hey,” Steve called over your shoulder from where you were vacuuming up a mess of spilled chips that a small child had very graciously left behind, their mother not even fazed in the slightest. “How do I mark these new movies as available in the computer system?” He held a precariously arranged stack of videos against his chest.

“Just give me a sec,” you said, finishing up before returning the vacuum to the storage cupboard, practically shoving it into the clutter and slamming the door shut to prevent the rest of the items inside from tumbling out. Everything should have a place, but yours and Keith’s ideas of clean were about the same, so everything just got put into the one cupboard, no matter how much space—or how little space—was actually left.

Wiping your hands on your vest, you then straightened it, fixing up the few pins that you used to bring a little more of yourself to your uniform. Sure, you could wear what you wanted, but the vest itself was so ugly that you had attached a few long chains to the back of it as well, dangling from one shoulder to the other along your back, sewn crudely to the seams.

A little more you; a little less heinous.

As you reached the computer, Steve was already sitting there, clicking random buttons.

“You’ll freeze up the computer if you keep doing that,” you mumbled, leaning down to take the mouse from him.

“Sorry.” He wasn’t.

When you had arrived for your opening shift this morning, Steve had been already waiting outside—a full thirty minutes before he was due to be there. You had checked your watch to make sure you weren’t late, but he was just early. “I came early to see if I needed to do anything before I started.”

“You don’t. But, um, you know you aren’t getting paid by being here early, right? Like, you only get paid for what you’re rostered to work?” You had no idea what kind of whack policies Scoops Ahoy had had in place, but the Hawkins Family Video wasn’t in the business of caring much about anything. He had simply sat behind the counter while you opened the store.

Hours later, and your shifts were nearly over.

You showed him where to find the new releases section and how to scan them in, him watching intently. It was weirding you out, honestly. He’d been so diligent in making sure to do exactly what you said, when you said it. He even went as far as to offer to take jobs off your hands. He was doing exactly the opposite of Robin on her first shift, and Keith in general.

Steve nodded and pointed at the screen. “So, you have to make sure you’re already loaded on this screen before scanning?”

“Yeah, and make sure to click ‘next’ before scanning the next one. Then they get put in the new releases section.”

“Got it,” he said, already moving to the stand with the videos in hand.

You stared at him for a moment bewildered. “Hey, Steve?”

He popped up from behind the shelf. “Yes?”

“You…you know this is like, a minimum wage job, yeah?”

His eyes flicked left to right before settling back on you. “Yes?”

You continued, “You don’t have to work really hard. I mean, as long as everything is done by the end of the week, Keith and I don’t really give a shit.” You were slightly worried that maybe you’d come off as a bitch when he didn’t respond straight away. You were just trying to reassure him—in reality, you would probably run of things for him to do by Thursday if he kept going the way he was.

“I mean you are my boss, right? And you’re paying me to do my job,” he said.

“I mean, technically I am your manager, but I definitely don’t pay you. And you’re kind of free to do whatever as long as it gets done eventually. This is a pretty casual work environment.”

Steve looked confused for a moment. “Are you telling me to slack off?”

You sighed and shook your head. “I guess I am. Sort of.”

After a second, he hesitantly nodded.

Satisfied, you turned away to start counting the register. There had been more customers than usual today. It was a Friday, so that was to be expected. As you counted the cash, you peeked over at Steve.

It had been a week since you called him asking for him to bring down his resume, along with Robin, to try and convince Keith and you that they needed the job. You had already signed the two of them up as employees, but Keith hadn’t been convinced without seeing them. Robin breezed through the informal interview, but poor Steve had fumbled the bag majorly, leaving Robin to try and salvage the situation; a feat considering that Steve had put Mrs Harrington down as a reference and bowled over the Phoebe Cates Fast Times cut out.

Now, he looked right at home among the movies, shelving videos. His new Family Video vest was still freshly pressed, straight out of the packet. His red stripped polo was pulled tight across his chest, and his signature blue jeans were held up with a belt.

The phone ringing had you flushing as he looked up and caught you staring at him. You jumped over to the phone and answered it. “Welcome to Family Video. How can I help?”

“Hey, it’s Eddie.”

“Eddie,” you said, checking your watch. “You’re supposed to be here in like five minutes to pick me up?”

He sighed. “Yeah, about that…”

You groaned and slung your head back. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I forgot I organised a deal for tonight.”

You looked outside at the growing darkness. You had walked home plenty of times before tonight. Its proximity to the trailer park was one of the reasons you’d applied. You know, being car-less and all. But you had worn heeled boots today because Eddie had offered to pick you up after a one-shot with some of the Hellfire gang. They looked great, but were not a particularly practical shoe for walking miles.

“My feet are going to be killing me when I get home.”

He apologised and you hung up on him. Head resting on the counter, you banged your head against it a few times before straightening and nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw Steve standing on the other side.

“Jesus, Steve.”

“I can drop you home,” he said.

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s not that far. I’ll manage,” you replied, finalising the cash register.

Steve followed you back to your office. “It’s like nearly dark. You can’t walk home by yourself. Plus, it’s miles to your place. It’ll take you hours.”

You put the cash in the safe and began tidying your desk. “It doesn’t take hours. I’ve walked home plenty of times before.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better about it?” he said incredulously.

You breathed out heavily, straightening to find him standing in the door to your office with his arms crossed. “Steve.”

“Y/N.”

You glared at him. He met your challenge. “OK. Fine. That would be great. Thank you.”

He sent you a signature Steve Harrington smirk that dredged up memories deep from within the back of your mind. You couldn’t remember the last time Steve had smiled at you like that. It had your heartstrings flicking painfully. Your internal struggle must have also been external because Steve uncrossed his arms and stepped towards you. “Are you OK? What’s wrong?”

You bobbed your head. “Nothing.” You checked your watch. “We’re closed. Let’s get out of here.”

Steve turned the lights off and you both made your way out to his car.

He opened the door for you and swore as he pushed some metal contraption that looked like it belonged in a supercomputer rather than the front seat of his car.

“Didn’t take you for a science geek, Harrington.”

He chucked it on the back seat. “It’s Henderson’s.”

“As in, Dustin Henderson?”

He chuckled as he got into the car. “The very same. He’s got me carting him and his friends around the countryside.”

You could believe that, because in the few times you’d met him, he had displayed a great amount of sass and entitlement. He was a brand-new member of Hellfire that Eddie had recruited a few weeks ago.

“You know him?” Steve asked as he pulled out of the carpark.

“He’s a new member of Hellfire.”

Steve groaned. “OK. Whatever he says about me is totally made up. Kid has got an ego problem that he can’t seem to shake.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t think he’s spoken about you once, to be honest.” It was a blatant lie. Dustin had mentioned Steve at least once every time you saw him.

Steve opened his mouth. “I don’t know whether that’s better or worse, to be honest,” he said finally, causing you to laugh. You saw Steve smiling wider out of the corner of your eye. “You can put some music on, if you want.” He gestured to the cassette player in his dash.

“It’s all right,” you replied. “I have a music taste that probably doesn’t overlap with yours.”

“Try me,” Steve challenged.

You looked at him. “Black Sabbath? Van Halen? Judas Priest? Megadeth? Metallica?” He grimaced as you laughed. “Don’t worry about it.”

But before you could offer to put in something of his, he reached over to the glove box while struggling to keep his eyes on the road. You were ready to chastise him for it when he found what he was looking for and placed it into your lap.

You blinked.

“Iron Maiden?” you said disbelieving. Looking over at Steve, he gripped the steering wheel.

“Yeah,” he said. “You…you like them, right? I mean, you played one of their songs on stage, so I assumed…I’m sorry if you don’t.” He trailed off when you didn’t say anything.

Your mouth hung open as you gawked at him. “You…you saw us play on Tuesday?”

Steve risked a glance at you and swallowed. “I just happened to be in the area.”

You managed to tear your eyes away from him and to the cassette in your hands. It still had the price sticker on it. It was probably unplayed. Since when did Steve Harrington listen to heavy metal? You flipped it over in your hands and opened it, putting it in the stereo.

When the music started playing, you turned it up.

Your mind was whirring. Steve…Steve been there to see you play The Hideout on Tuesday night. You combed through your memories for any sight of him, but you came up empty. The lights had been bright, and you guys were normally too wrapped up in yourselves to really pay attention to the crowd too closely.

“What did you think?” you asked after a while. You were nervous for some reason.

“You were great,” he said immediately. “You can play really well. Like, fucking insanely well.”

You smiled softly. “Thanks. And I do. Like Iron Maiden, I mean.”

He let out a relieved a chuckle that seemed like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

The trailer park came into view and Steve slowed down as he passed Eddie’s trailer and pulled up in front of yours. Eddie’s van wasn’t parked out front, meaning he was still in the midst of a deal.

Steve reached out and turned the music down as he turned towards you.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, collecting your bag. “And good choice.” You waved the cassette case before putting it down on the seat between you. You thought he wasn’t going to say anything, but then he reached out and placed a hand on your arm to stop you from getting out. It was a gentle touch, just barely grazing your skin, but it caused you to freeze.

Steve cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”

“For what?”

Steve fiddled with his seam of his vest. “For…for how I was in high school. I want you to know that I am sorry. More sorry than I can say.” When you were silent, he continued, “I’m not that person anymore, and I regret ever trying to be, for just…letting you go around thinking that you were the reason I stopped talking to you—stopped being your friend. I put you through all this shit. I was a dick, and I contributed to making your life miserable at school. I should have tried harder to apologise to you, but I knew that you wouldn’t want to see me again. Who would? But I—I’m sorry. And I want to try and fix this.”

When your eyes met his again, you knew that the pain of those years was clearly reflected in your glossy eyes.

Steve didn’t try to stop you when you got out the car.

You stood on the grass and gripped his car door, looking up at the sky, trying to block out those memories from school and gain some kind of control and grounding.

Swallowing hard, you turned back to him. “I need some time, Steve.”

“However much you need,” he whispered.

You stared at him for a long moment, beholding the sincerity and vulnerability in them. And you knew that if you wanted to, you could crush him. You could inflict him with a wound so deep, he’d carry it forever. A year ago, maybe you would have.

Instead, you said, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” and closed the door.

a/n: thanks for all the love on this series so far! let me know what you guys are thinking about this! <3 aeia

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington angst #outerspacebisexual

572 notes · View notes

queer-in-a-cornfield · 10 days

Text

Some of us on the discord were discussing what Dewey would be like as an adult yesterday, prompting this little fic (1325 words) based on my hc that Dewey would become a stage actor

Dewey walks down the busy streets of New York, humming some vocal warmups. While he appears as calm and collected as he ever does, his mind is racing a mile a minute.

Today was his Broadway debut, and he was equal parts excited and nervous. He’d done many a show in the past but those were different. This was BROADWAY, the gold standard of theatre. Sure, this wasn’t a principal role or anything, he was just replacing a departing ensemble member, but still! A Broadway debut is a Broadway debut. It’s a big day, and he’s freaking out a little.

He rounds the corner of the theatre and opens the stage door, making a pit stop to check in for the day and readjust his bag. He nearly drops his coffee but manages to set it down to adjust his grip before continuing on to his dressing room.

He swings the door open and finds that Rico and Alex, the castmates who share the room with him had already arrived.

“Hey, guys!” Dewey says as he walks over to his designated area. He pauses suddenly before he can put his things down. “What’s all this?”

Surrounding his mirror were a pair of blue balloons, some confetti, and a handwritten banner on top that read “Congrats on your debut!”

Rico speaks up, “It’s your first show tonight, Dewey! If that isn’t cause for celebration I don’t know what is.” Alex nods in agreement.

“Aw, thanks guys,” Dewey smiles, clearing away some of the confetti to put down his bag.

“So how’re you feeling? Ready to show the world what you’re made of?” Alex asks.

“Yeah, I’m really excited, I’ve been dreaming about this for years,” he says, pulling out his notes to review once he finishes warming up.

He spends the next few minutes stretching, uncharacteristically quiet, before sighing and asking, “Guys, you’ve both done this for a while, so… how did you get over the nerves? It still feels insane that I’m even here, and I’m really worried that something’ll go wrong and ruin my chances of continuing here.”

Rico sighs, “I’m not gonna lie, that fear just takes time to get over. But trust me, you’re gonna do great tonight, and soon enough you won’t be so anxious anymore.”

The trio sit in silence for a moment before Alex pipes up, “Didn’t you mention that one of your brothers had a history with anxiety? Maybe he’ll have some advice for you.”

Dewey nods, then grabs his phone from his pocket, pulls up Huey’s contact, and starts a video call.

“Hey Dewey, what’s up?” Huey’s voice picks up through the phone speakers.

“Hi, Hubert. Did you guys just land or something?” Dewey asks, noticing Huey’s surroundings.

“Yeah, we just landed, oh… fifteen minutes ago? We just got to baggage claim- sorry, one sec,” he says, turning to talk to someone off-screen.

Suddenly Uncle Scrooge appears on screen. “Dewey, lad! Can- can ya see me- how does this thing- curse me kilts, what did Ah just-“ Scrooge says as he confusedly fiddles with the phone.

“Uncle Scrooge, I’ll hold the phone for you,” Huey interjects as he grabs his phone back and centers them both on screen.

“So why’d you want to talk to me, Dew?” Huey asks.

Dewey pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts before explaining. But he pauses a moment too long because more faces suddenly attempt to crowd into the view of Huey’s phone camera, all trying to greet him at once. Dewey snickers a little watching Uncle Donald, the last one to get back from claiming their baggage, trying to squeeze into view with little success.

“Hey guys,” Dewey says. “I love you all, but if I could maybe just talk to Huey for a second? I’ll see you guys tonight.”

Reluctantly the rest of the group backs out of frame, leaving once again only Huey.

Sighing amusedly, Huey asks, “Okay, so what did you want me for, Dew?”

“Okay, so, like, I was wondering, basically, like-,” Dewey pauses for a second. “How do you handle your anxiety? Cause I’m kinda freaking out a little right now.”

Huey thinks for a moment. “Well, different things work for different people, but whenever my nerves are getting to me I usually like to take some deep breaths, or you could do the 5-4-3-2-1 exercise, ummm… yeah, I’d say those are my go-to's. I’d also say that drinking coffee wouldn’t help with nerves at all but I don’t think you’d listen to that one, so…”

Dewey laughs, “Thanks, Huey.”

“Of course, Dew. And also remember, we’re all gonna be there cheering for yo-,” Huey gets cut off by a nearby thud, which he turns to look at.

“Uncle Donald’s suitcase just broke,” Huey explains, walking over to help. “You’re gonna do great tonight and we can’t wait to see you after the show! Break a leg!” Huey signs off.

“Bye Huey, see you guys later,” Dewey replies, ending the call.

“Man, it’s still so weird to me that the richest duck in the world is your uncle,” Alex says.

“I don’t know if that’s more surprising or the fact that he doesn’t have a private plane to get here on,” Rico adds.

“Well, we do have a plane but the pilot can’t make it out here until next week. Aaaaand I’m realizing how much of a spoiled rich kid I sound like right now,” Dewey starts laughing again.

“Nah, if you want a really spoiled rich kid that would be more of a… what’s his name? That creep who got all his money from his grandmeemawmaw or whatever?” Alex retorts.

“Doofus Drake?” Rico supplies.

“Yes, him!”

“Oh, you guys don’t even know the half of it,” Dewey exclaims, getting back into his stretching.

——————————————————————-

Dewey opens up the stage door to exit the building. It was dark out now. He was one of the earlier cast members out of the doors, so there was a pretty good-sized crowd greeting him. As he worms his way through them, some congratulate him for making his Broadway debut, and one woman even asks for a picture, which catches him slightly off guard.

Eventually, he makes his way past the main crowd where he is finally greeted by his family, who all promptly give him a bear hug.

“Dewey!!! That was amazing!” Webby exclaims once they all pull away.

“I knew you’d do great,” Huey concurs, grinning.

“Theatre has never been my thing, so believe me when I say that that absolutely blew me away,” Louie adds.

“I’m so proud of ye, lad,” Scrooge says. “Ye’ve done well for yerself.”

Uncle Donald, at a loss for words, smiles and gives him another bear hug.

Della then pries Donald off of him to give him her own hug.

“You boys never cease to make me proud,” she says as she lets him go.

“Aw, you guys,” Dewey says, laughing a little. “You’re gonna get me emotional.”

“We’ve all been emotional since you came on stage, it’s your turn now,” Huey jokes.

Dewey laughs, “Okay, that’s fair.”

“Not to interrupt a nice family moment, but would you guys like a picture?” Rico says suddenly from behind Dewey, startling him.

“Oh my god, Rico! You can’t scare me like that!”

Dewey recollects himself and turns back to face his family.

“Guys, this is Rico, one of my castmates. Fam, Rico, Rico, fam. And yeah, I think we’d like a picture.”

An obscene amount of pictures later, everyone has their phones back with significantly less storage space than before.

“Thanks, Rico!” Dewey calls out as his castmate departs.

“See you tomorrow,” he yells back.

“Well,” Della says. “I think it’s time for some celebration! What time were those reservations for, Uncle Scrooge?”

“… In ten minutes.”

“Oh. Well, let’s get going then!” She exclaims, prompting the group to hurry off to this restaurant, dragging a confused but happy Dewey along with them.

#this does not have a name yet but the Google doc is called Broa-Dew-ay #because puns #wrote 80% of this on five hours of sleep and the other 20% on 4 hours #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #dewey duck #ducktales fanfiction #also bonus fun fact I named Dewey’s castmates after two of my friends from choir

19 notes · View notes

winchesterszvonecek · 8 months

Note

could i perhaps request two for Otis x fem? for the same oneshot as i think they’ll pair well together!

#4 "Show me how you pleasure yourself." and #5 "If you don't turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I'm gonna masturbate right here."

from smut prompts v (nsfw)

Video Game - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Prompt: “If you don’t turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I’m gonna masturbate right here.” + “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

Word Count: 1789

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, dirty talk ], strong language

A/N: i’m so nervous to post this as it feels like the dirtiest smut i’ve ever written lmao so if it is, i’m sorry, but i hope y’all liked it anyway

Masterlist | Otis Masterlist

Two days. Two days Otis had spent playing that video game, the one he’d stood in line for hours just to get. And truthfully, you were getting fed up.

At first you didn’t mind that he spent most of the time playing it as you knew how much he’d been looking forward to it, and after the rough few shifts he’d had it was nice to see him relax and have fun again. But now you were getting bored. There was only so much you could do by yourself, only so many movies you could watch, books you could read, even games of your own you could play. No, now? Now you were getting really fed up.

But most of all? Most of all, you were horny. God, you were so horny. You didn’t know what it was that made you like this but you knew you didn’t have long left in you before you became snappy and bitchy. And sure, you could please yourself but why would you do that when you have a perfectly good boyfriend who could do it for you? You know, if he’d set the game down for five minutes first.

“Baby, come to bed.” You said with a touch of desperation as you approched him, your slinkiest negligee covering your body. The one you knew he couldn’t resist once he laid eyes on it.

“Yeah, one sec.” Otis replied back, not even bothering to look over at you as he mumbled trash talk under his breath at those he was digitally fighting.

You sighed, a touch louder than that answer would have usually gotten from you. You folded your arms, crossing the living room towards him as he continued to play his game, the quick mash of the buttons along with gunfire being all you could hear. You uncrossed your arms, sliding them up his arms as you came to stand behind him. You leaned down, your hands coming to rest stop his shoulders.

“Come to bed.” You whispered, trailing your tongue across his ear before tugging on his earlobe with you teeth. You could feel the way he twitched beneath you, but it still wasn’t enough to get him to move as he didn’t think you were implying that you didn’t want to sleep once you got him there.

“Just a sec babe, I’m almost done.” He said again, quickly glancing back at you but not long enough to take in what you were wearing.

You sighed once again, this time a little more annoyed before you rounded his chair and came to stand between him and his beloved video game, his gaze, and jaw, dropping as he followed the thin, lace material that covered your body down to your bare legs.

"If you don't turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I'm gonna masturbate right here.” You said plainly, firmly planting your feet on the ground where they’d stay if he didn’t give you what you wanted.

You’d never seen Otis move quicker than he did right then, the controller dropping from his hand and the seat in which he’d once occupied rocking from the mere force in which he’d pushed himself off it. He was on you in an instant, lips attacking yours as his tongue delved deep into your mouth.

One of your legs lifted against his thigh, causing him to grab hold of it which in turn had you jump a little and wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the hardness of the erection he’d quickly gotten over your threat to please yourself in front of him.

He didn’t even bother leading you to the bedroom, instead he took you directly to the couch, the leather of which your back had barely touched before he was grinding himself up against you, making you all the more desperate to feel what he had hidden beneath his jeans for you.

“God, please fuck me baby…” You whimpered, his mouth travelling across your jaw and working it way down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses across your skin.

“I’ll get there… But first… First I want you to make good on that threat from earlier.” He replied with a hint of darkness behind his eyes, one which you’d never seen before and only made you feel that much more hot between your legs.

“If I wanted to fuck myself, I wouldn’t have threatened you.” You told him, hearing how he chuckled softly before pulling the front of your negligee down to expose your breasts.

“I know… But now that you’ve said it? Fuck… I kinda want to see it.” He whispered, flicking your nipple with his tongue before he spoke again. “Please baby? Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

You wouldn’t deny that you felt a certain, unfamiliar, kind of pressure deep in your abdomen over his sudden want to see your hands on yourself. And as much as you wanted him, whether it be his fingers, his cock or even this mouth, the way he was practically begging for you to let him watch, well you quickly found that you’re were unable to say no.

“I’ll show you, baby… But afterwards… Afterwards you’re giving me what I want.” You whispered, pulling him in by the chin to plant a rough kiss on his lips before you pushed him away and repositioned yourself so you could give him the best view.

Otis watched intensely as your hooked your leg over the back of the couch, the heel of your other resting against the coffee table, giving him ample view of the soaking mess between your legs. You could see the way he took you in, the hunger in his eyes as his tongue trailed over his bottom lip. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you for much longer which is why you’d do your best to give him a show which he’d never forget.

You start off slow, trailing your fingertips down your chest, flicking and teasing at the hardened buds on your breasts, gentle hums leaving your lips as you did so. But just like Otis you were much too impatient to feel something against your pussy, so it wasn’t long before your fingers finally connected with your currently throbbing clit, and once they did, a certain spark ignited in the both of you.

Otis watched carefully at the way your fingers moved in slow circles against your clit, taking in the exact way you moved as he always liked to make sure he was taking care of you when it came to his turn to please you. And who better to learn from than you yourself. He could see the way you bit down on your lip, your fingers trailing lower as they traced down your entrance, spreading yourself open in a way that had him straining against his jeans.

The second your fingers slipped inside you, Otis’s hand shot to his belt, unbuckling it with such vigour in attempts to move with you. He’d never done something like this before, never seen a woman finger herself before and the way it made him feel, the pure heat it caused inside him was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

“Fuck, baby… Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He groaned, freeing his thick and already dripping cock from his pants as he watched you bite down on your lip again, swallowing back a moan as you worked your fingers inside yourself.

“You like that, baby? You like watching me fuck myself?” You teased, the way his eyes were glued to your pussy telling you more than his words ever could. He couldn’t even get any words out, instead he simply nodded his head as you smiled to yourself over your ability to leave him speechless.

You drew your fingers back out, allowing him to run his palm across you, gathering up as much of your arousal as he could before his hand wrapped around his cock. You heard him curse in Russian under his breath as he slowly began to pump himself, never once looking away from you as you began to rub small, intricate circles against your clit.

The fact that you could do this to him, have him so turned on that he couldn’t wait to feel something around his cock made you feel powerful. You could tell you were the only woman who’d ever done this to him before and that seemed to make that coil within you tighten fiercely.

“Fuck… Fuck, I’m gonna come.” You panted, unable to stop your fingers from moving fast against your clit. You were unsure whether he wanted you to come or whether he wanted to be inside you as you did, but from the way he kept pumping his own swelling cock, you figured he wouldn’t mind.

“Come for me, baby…” He groaned, his eyelids fluttering as he heard those sweet, sweet sounding moans escape your lips as you made yourself come, back arching off the couch as you continued to ride yourself through it, making sure he could see just what it was that he wanted from you.

The mere sight and sound of you alone had him reach his end with you, coming hard as your name left his lips and you felt the warmth of his seed land atop you. Your breathing became ragged as the pure ecstasy that flowed through your veins began to settle. The vision returning to your eyes as the white you’d just seen diminished. Your chest heaved hard from your breathing and you leaned back, taking a second to catch your breath before you felt Otis wipe the evidence off what you’d just done to him off your skin.

You looked back down at him just in time for him to start placing kisses along you inner thigh, which he could feel still shaking beneath his lips. You extended your arm, threading your fingers through his hair and gently pulling his head up towards you.

“You like seeing me like that?” You whispered against his lips, trailing your tongue along his bottom one. “Like seeing me all spread out for you?”

“More than anything, baby.” He replied, kissing you hard as his hand cupped your breast, causing you to hum into his mouth before you pulled back.

“Good.” You said, trailing your hand down the side of his face and neck before working your way down his chest and over his hips. You heard the Russian swear words escape his lips when you wrapped your hand around his cock, glancing down at it before back up at him. “Now do what I asked you to do… And fuck me.”

Prompt List

Like this? Apply to my Otis tag list here!

tagging: @sancochillo @kellykidd

Like my work? Consider buying me a coffee!

46 notes · View notes

lunar-lair · 7 months

Text

oh my god i never told you guys abt my disaster twins competitive pkmn players concept. one sec ill put it under a cut for you bc this might get long lmao

so basically. gen 9 came out, and the boys, in their recent-switch glory, were like omg hell yes. game time. donnie and leo both get violet and mikey and raph both get scarlet (theyve got their own games bc they would tear each other apart if they had to share physical copies trust me) and generally trade around exclusives and chill etc etc. also while im on this leo picks quaxly, mikey is a toss up between fuecoco and quaxly, raph picks fuecoco obvs, and donnie picks sprigatito, as does april when she gets her own copy of violet later (which she honestly only chose for the loyalty points lmao she likes karaidon better)

anyways i was saying. donnie is one of those nerds who like perfectly iv trains his normal ass in-game team and builds perfect compositions around typings and looks up the gyms types n stuff and he was SO excited when he learned abt tera types and how they impacted team comps

leo on the other hand has the messiest type crossover and team comp EVER but still manages to thrash his opponents bc he uses really good movesets and strategies

the twins get into watching competitive videos while they play violet in silence together (hashtag parallel play) until donnie eventually starts commenting on weird stat spreads and leo eventually bursts out about shitty move choices and weird sets, or leo starts showing donnie videos abt odd pkmn getting high in latters, and then they start watching showdown battles...

and they lightbulb.

donnie loves building teams more than anything else, loves making them efficient as humanly possible.

leo loves showing the potential of odd pokemon and would kill for a good strategic challenge after all this time (hes been protecting against nemona and using electroweb against gym leaders, poor guy).

and, well, its not like you need anything special to get on the ladder in violet...

they start out simple, donnie building a basic team and leo reviewing it before going at the basic gen 9 ladders.

they kind of wreck house.

they just start going at the ladders with that team in their free time, then a different one when they get bored, then one with a few oddballs when donnie decides to ask leo what pokemon he wants to use, then they get kind of bored of just paldean pokemon so donnie gets to work understanding showdown...

but while its fun, they dont have anyone to brag to, because their brothers have no fucking clue what theyre talking about.

donnie has experience with youtube, right?

so they set up a little joint thing; a channel called disasterx2, no webcam, just videos about ladder battles. they end up specializing both in unique teams and movesets and in just vids about breaking down walls in ladders with a normal team. what makes both nifty is that donnie explains the whole team comp in a separate video to the battles, and the aesthetic quality is improved by donnies sensibilities and mikeys input (he was absolutely excited when they asked him to help with it. leo was no help. so much offense, actually, i have a feeling his fashion sense is good but the moment you try to make him make something look good visually on its own hes screwed.), and leos strategies are batshit, and ofc the boys are the boys, they go on tangents sometimes when they do real-time audio during battles and sometimes they just. dont cut them out. raph and mikey make guest appearances sometimes, april cheers them on on occasion, her and raph are very relieved bc its finally something non destructive they can spend their time on, its all great.

leo very often picks pokemon and movesets out and then donnie provides the pokemon (through breeding and stat spread tweaking, because god knows hed love that nerd shit). donnie likes it because 1. how leo uses those outlier pokemon is very interesting and 2. it gives him an opportunity to think about how to apply the right stats, natures, etc to apply to the pokemon and moves leo chose.

one of my favorite ever headcanons is that leo gets quiet when he focuses. like, dead quiet, and terrifyingly quiet. hes well known in their fandom for being very chatty over voiceover and then pretty quiet whenever hes playing challenging battles. donnie doesnt understand the strategies all that well so when leo gets too focused he just talks a lot abt the stat spreads and they add extra text to the video lmao. sometimes they utilize their clueless family members to have them ask questions they wouldnt have considered due to their knowledge in videos, sometimes donnie snags mikey while leos too quiet when theyre doing real-time audio, etc the fam knows theyre just glad theyre having fun

looks around flips through my mental notebook. nods twice. thats it i think! basically i think itd be fun if the twins played competitive but donnie built the teams and leo played hehe. i thought of it one day and it just stuck with me. anyways thanks for sticking w me through this long post that i need to end before my phone glitches out oops

#i DO have a laptop but. i started on mobile. sooo #hope a post thats just a headcanon like this was fun to read at least lmao #rottmnt #pokemon #lunas lies #for new ppl context thats just my talk tag im not actually lying prommy lmao #disaster twins #ehhh kinda? its the focus/the point at least #rise leo #rise donnie #mom come pick me up im still bad at tags

16 notes · View notes

sizzlingpatrolfox · 5 months

Note

i still remember after letter hidden track secret was open, there were some pjms who felt relief as it wasn't on streaming platform and actually neglected the song until jimin's letter video released on festa just because jk has some secs bg vocals lol those same pjms today speaking "oh we give money to whatever he does" hypocrisy lol and im not against to the show but what i don't understand is they are behaving as if you said boycott his solo thing, that heavy reaction isn't necessary imo.

I didn't see pjms "ignoring" letter just because of his barely there background vocals, so I don't vouch for what you just said. PJMs were literally the only solos streaming friends and who. Jimin's music has always been rightfully supported, even if it involved other members. As long as they liked the songs, ofc. I personally LOOOVE friends, I made a post about like two months ago. I have "who" added to some of my like crazy playlists.

LITERALLY pjms are holding their breath everytime there's the smallest chance he might show up for Jungkook or show support for him, but they got mad because I said "don't click on Jungkook content"????

Maybe I should've phrased my post differently or something, I wasn't really thinking how it came across because I honest to God had assumed pjms wouldn't be watching a JIKOOK TRAVEL VLOG 😭

And you know what... some pjms don't even hate Jungkook like that so they tolerate him in content. I DONT. I really don't tolerate him anymore, so I don't care to watch him on screen. I don't cry and throw up everytime he shows up, but if I can avoid him, I will. I don't search for his stuff.

Majority of pjms even like him at times, and they only get angry when he gets privileges that Jimin didn't get, or when he gets more streams. Then Jimin gets more records or awards or nominations and suddenly they don't hate Jungkook anymore. Then Jungkook gets --- you know how it goes. Some pjms are truly spineless in that sense.

Some jikookers are like that, too. They like Jimin the most when they perceive him as inferior than Jungkook. The times Jimin is clearly superior to him, they quickly look for something to downgrade him again or upgrade Jungkook.

I've blocked a lot of people like that. Jikookers mostly, but some were pjms too. People who liked and interacted with my posts when they were angry at Jungkook but then something ship related would happen, and I'd see them liking and reblogging jikook as if they hadn't been liking my not-so-nice posts about Jungkook the day before.

Maybe it's just me that I've honestly always been a very well emotionally balanced person, but I really don't like that kind of people 😭 pick a fucking side. When I don't like someone, I just don't like them. It takes years for me to change my mind about someone -whether it's a positive change or a negative one, it really takes a lot of time for me. I didn't just wake up one day and decided I didn't like Jungkook anymore, the change in my feelings about him is a process that's been going on for more than a year. You can't like someone when you're in a good mood and hate their guts the day you wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

7 notes · View notes

raineadey · 1 year

Note

ooooooo you want to tell me abt uour oc sooo bad /nf

WAHJ TAHNK U THANK YOU OKAY SO. wow this is long. i divided this into three parts: backstory, main story ( crk episode 16 stuff ), and parfaedia ( what happens after the story, which actually has more in store but ill elaborate on that in another post )

BACKSTORY

once upon a time, blueberry pie cookie was looking through the wizards journals, until she came across the journal filled with the wizards trials and errors in creating moonlight cookie. it was her favorite book, the one that she read most often by the small moonlit corner.

having gone this far in her duties, blueberry pie thought a bit of company wouldnt hurt.

curiosity winning over herself, she uses the journal as a recipe book to bake her own cookie. thus, bo-berry cookie was born in the image of moonlight cookie (obviously nowhere as powerful though. shes just a cookie thats baked using the wizards recipe)

bo-berry cookie grew up between the high, never-ending bookshelves in the archives, reading anything that caught her interest to pass the time. she was like her mother in some ways — curious and hungry for knowledge.

but the library wasnt enough for her. she wanted to explore the city. though each time she asked her mother, "can i go play outside?" she would always say no.

"we have a promise to keep, a duty to uphold. there is nothing left for you in the city, bo-berry cookie."

(she also mentions those stars roaming the streets. shed turn to crumbs if any of them caught her)

ever since then, bo-berry practiced illusion magic behind her mothers back, attempting to make herself go undetected or even invisible. one day, her hard work and practice came to fruition, and she escaped the archives without her mother knowing — only to find that the city is completely empty of cookies.

she decided it was better than the archives, though. she explores the empty abandoned buildings, scavenging for any interesting magical artefacts to play with. its technically not stealing if the owner left it behind, right?

shes lonely. no one else to talk to or play with. her mother was right, this city has nothing for her. but perhaps somewhere out there..

MAIN STORY

she joins the main trio and saves them from the biggest golden star from the graveyard while invisible and undetected.

gingerbrave: that wasnt easy at ALL. huh, why do i feel like were being watched?

and as he said that, wizard cookies hat was floating in the air, followed by an air of laughter before revealing herself to her. she hasnt met anyone to interact with for a good while, so she got a liiittle excited.

her mood quickly turned sour when gingerbrave explains that theyre headed to the archives. but ahe agrees to show them the way. she told herself she wasnt going to go in, but once she sees the book worms attacking them, she groans ("i cant let you cookies pathetically crumble here on your mission 🙄") and helps them through to the library.

she knows whats coming. its inevitable that shes going to face her mom again. ( scene in this short video its like 14 secs )

once gingerbrave and co are done with what they came here for, she was about to leave with them when blueberry pie stopped her.

bbp: now, where do you think youre going? are you not staying here?

bb: mother, i cant stay here

bbp: are you leaving?

bb: [ a bit guilty ] i have to help my friends save the city

bbp: i see. [ just as bo-berry was about to leave again, ] bo-berry?

bb: [ stops ]

bbp: when i baked you, i should have known i couldn't keep you within these same walls ive been kept in my whole life. your curios soul knows no bounds, therefore i can not stop you from pursuing your life. [ quiet for a moment ] i love you, my child. i apologise for everything.

bo-berry merely gives her a smile and joins her friends outside.

another thing worth mentioning in this part is when stardust cookie destroyed the city of wizards. everyone was confused bc everything happened so fast, but upon mention of her mother still stuck in the archives, bo-berry immediately hopped on her staff and flew smartly between the falling stars to find her mother.

PARFAEDIA

after the events in the city of wizards episode, blueberry pie decided to let her daughter go. she cant keep her here for much longer, not when her place is out there in the world. so she sends her to parfaedia institute, where she can learn and grow as a magic enthusiast and a young cookie with other students her age.

she soon became friends with cream puff cookie and coffee bean cookie ( @deliberatingwthecookiecouncil's oc ! ). cream puff is an anxiety train, coffee bean is a sarcastic nerd, and bo-berry is a silly little menace. theyre perfect for each other.

such a strong desire for knowledge leads to bo-berry feeling like the structured education she receives in the institute is not enough. she craves for more magic in this world.

thus, she goes out of her dormitory at most nights to explore the magic city, knowing theres way more to this place. she uses her illusion magic to sneak in to houses, rummaging through their treasury for anything of use to her.

this soon becomes a thing she does at night, and more cookies seem to be aware of this mysterious thief. the m.e.h. department is also having trouble identifying the thief responsible for the disturbance. though, one cookie finally caught her in the act.

"hold on, you're not phantom bleu! but, no matter. i, detective walnut cookie, have caught you in the act, thief!"

14 notes · View notes

littleonekitten · 6 months

Text

I believe god is pointing and laughing at me tonight.

I’ve been on the dating apps, and I met someone. ( I shall call him.. Ron) Ron was sweet and kind, and we are on the same page on a lot of things. I would say he has a lot of similar things to my ex. Examples include, having the same name, playing the same video games.. possibly both like playing DND and both know a lot about computers and building computers.

They also both have a fun button up collection. I’ve hung out with Ron a few times are it went Amazing, we are on the same page with a lot of things and I felt really connected, I haven’t felt that way since my first love. It was nerve-racking and exciting. I’ve never been in a relationship with someone I wasn’t already in love with. But it was so cool.. going slow and taking my time while not feeling judged for not being over my ex or anything. It was so cool to find someone that actively wanted to heal with me. We went on a date and it was great, a lot of fun. He bought me a poetry book because he knew how much words on a page mean to me. And we hung out a few times after that… until I went over to his house. I went over, and we watched a show.. and we might have escalated. I DIDNT HAVE SEX. I want to make that clear, I can’t have sex with someone I’m not in love with, and honestly right now.. that’s the only reminder I have of my ex, that he will always have me in that way. And I’m okay with that, even if he doesn’t take it as serious. After it happened I was disappointed. It was nothing likw how I was used to being treated.. no aftercare or cleanup.. nothing. It made me feel honestly used and scared, but that’s something I have to get used to now. And ever since he took me home.. I haven’t heard from him. He ghosted me completely. And and wait for it

The same night I match with my ex on bumble. HE SWIPED ON ME FIRST?!?

I know he did it just to fuck with me… or did he?

So now to the present, crying in my bed calling my friends bc the one boy I fell in love with is moving on, and good for him.. he deserves it. But fuck does it hurt. Why? Why should it hurt? Yes I’m over him in a relationship sense. I’m not over the pain he put me through and didn’t want to take accountability for. He ruined me and destroyed me? I guess that’s what unconditional love is. Loving someone that doesn’t love you back anymore. While also crying after opening up to someone for the first time just to find out he was a fuckboy and just wanted to do or say anything to get a girl naked in his bed to add to the list of tally’s. I’m glad I didn’t have sec with him, but disappointed about not having the possibility of talking and getting into a relationship again, because I truly think we could’ve been good in a relationship. He had good communication, and he’s never been in love before, so it was new and scary to him, and I’m scared bc I’ve been in love and terrified to be loved again. I guess that’s what’s important in relationships is to balance each other out.

I just wish I was worth it. Another tally to add to my “not worth it” list.

And on top of that.. I got dropped by a modelling agency.

This week can’t get more fucked.

#healing update

3 notes · View notes

chibi-pix · 6 months

Text

Chibi watches V3D 09

Onto the next episode of Voltron: The Third Dimension! And. I just told my bestie, Zip, that I've been watching this. They hoped I was having fun. Honey, this show is super dated with weird CGI animation taking me back to old video games and Into the Mind's Eye. I mean, I am kinda having fun, but still.

Anyway, without further ado, here are my notes from watching it. And, note, I write these as I watch to get my thoughts in order.

Voltron vs. Dracotron. Preliminary guess? A dragon-like robeast made up of five robeasts. Oh. Not exactly robeasts? But ships? But hey, with multiples showing up courtesy of Haggar, part of my preliminary thought might not be so off.

Ooooh. So the thing Allura wants to investigate in the archives is something Haggar doesn’t really wanna unleash. Almost ten minutes in, I’m curious about how dangerous Draco is. It is interesting to have the dragons as, for lack of a better term, old rivals and really powerful. And that Allura’s ancestors sealed Draco away.

And being face to face with Draco, I love that the first thing Haggar says is “hello”. I mean, I probably would have, too. Witch be salty and thinking it’d serve Lotor right if Draco ate him. It would. That would’ve been hilarious. And. I vibe with the witch in that one.

Oh, good on the team for not waiting for Dracotron to finish transforming before attacking. Shame it didn’t work. Oh well. At least they tried.

“Nice dismount. Landing needs work, though.” Haggar’s wit and lines make me giggle. And I love that Lotor was yeeted from the dragon.

Hah! Serves Lotor right that the pirates didn’t want to save him. Look, it was his own fault for enlisting the help of pirates. He should’ve known they wouldn’t be too loyal to him, especially since he’s a horrible commander.

Hah! Lotor pleading his case in order to survive. Though I’m with Lance. I’d want to leave Lotor there, too.

Oh. Lotor was bluffing about the self-destruct bomb not having a remote. Damn shame the pirates didn’t seem to see through it. Knowing how Lotor was? Had I been a pirate and in that position? I’d probably tell him to do his worst and not help him still. But. Alas.

Okay, I’ll be honest. It’s actually hilarious seeing Lotor having to team up with the Voltron force in order to take down Dracotron. Only because he wanted the dragons and Dracotron thinks he and Haggar enslaved him. It’s actually amusing. Though it’s a little sad that it seemed so easy for them to take down Dracotron when the ancestors seemed to struggle. Oh well.

And… Allura? Honey? Are you really trying to extend a hand of friendship to this man? Still? Bless your heart, sweetie. You are too kind. But even I know it’s not gonna work. Lotor’s got too much pride. And no surprise that his conditions were to command Voltron and have Allura as his bride. “I don’t know, I thought for a sec there…” “Maybe Pidge. Maybe one day.” You guys are too optimistic about trying to sway Lotor. Bless your little hearts...

Anyway, that's it for tonight. I'm still chuckling at how hopeful these idiots are. Well, until next time!

#voltron the third dimension #v3d #chibi watches #chibi writes #chibi watches v3d

2 notes · View notes