#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: multi 𖹭 ݁

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˖⁺. “ don't want you in my bloodline ! ” : 

﹙ friends w benefits : m. monsters x male & fem reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . various male monsters x fem & male reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ grim reaper characters ˖ mercenary characters ˖ boss character ﹚

various scenarios with different monster characters and having a friends with benefits relationship with them

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ penetrative sex ˖ rough sex ˖ friends with benefits ˖ nipple play ˖ rough sex ˖ creampie ˖ public spaces ˖ angry sex ˖ pussy slapping ˖ handjob ˖ multiple orgasms  | wc : 1.0k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: need to do a part 2 to this because if there is one thing I love it's friends with benefits ugh

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﹙hàoyǔ 9948e. ﹚. . . round-the-clocker !! 🍓 : male reader . you should have known the first week of this arrangement that you’d take more dick than calories. hàoyǔ needs his fix. he’s absolutely insatiable. wherever it be calling you up late in the night to have you riding him in his living room. appearing at your work place to fuck you full in the janitor’s closet. jerking you off in a quiet alleyway when you both bump into each other at the city.

you don’t understand. he needs to feel your tight walls around his cock. needs to hold you close and fuck you wild until you’re coming all over. you never deny him any way - ever the loyal slut.

“taking it so well. . . fuck - like you were made for it huh?” a spank to your thigh. he positions your leg over his shoulder further and snaps his hips against yours rapidly. eyes focused on the way that your tight little hole takes him again and again. how it squelches and begs him to stay. but he simply has to withdraw so that he can pound you senseless.

he’s addicted to your cum. so of course he has to jerk you off until you’re whining and bucking despite getting your ass absolutely wrecked.

“pretty boy. pretty slutty boy. only good for taking cock.” he grunts to your ear. ramming into you without mercy. if it means he can see you limp into the library later.

꒰ grim reaper character  ꒱

﹙hǎitāo 209. ﹚. . . anger management !! 🍒 : fem reader . being possessed by a demon and constantly fighting off thoughts of violence while also fighting each and every day in the rebellion really pents up your anger. . . but lucky him, he has you!

your pretty cunt is just the perfect thing for his aggressive thrusts. his harsh words muttered to your ear as he yanks you around. manhandles you. calls you a stupid little whore as he fucks you in the back of one the rebellion’s undercover vehicles.

he’s always made sure to ask if you are alright after. take the utmost care of you. as though you were glass. he always makes sure that you are alright with his roughness. and oh, his sweet angel is what you are.

you don’t mind when he shows up in the middle of the night. shoves your knees to your shoulders and stretch you out on his cock. fuck you so hard that the headboard slams against the wall again and again. muttering things like -

“fuckin’ mission was a disaster. no one fucking listens. not like this sloppy cunt huh?” he pulls out - if only to deliver your throbbing pussy a spank. rub at your clit in apology and kiss you messily again before he goes back to pounding you senseless.

you’ll be all alone in the morning. but that’s fine. you’ll be riding his cock come evening.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ mercenary character ꒱

﹙rishen 1311. ﹚. . . stress reliever !! 🍓 : male reader . the admiral of aegis has quite the questionable methods of stress relief. but he finds that having you on your knees with his cock fucking your throat is ample times better than any whiskey.

you’ve been a worker in his institution for a few years. you’d caught his eye - and now every other day you’re either bent over his desk and getting a good fingering or fucking — or riding his cock like a desperate little thing whilst he tends to his paperwork.

just the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around the base of his cock takes away all the frustration. all of the tension of the week. it doesn’t make it any better that you’re always so willing. always coming around to check in on him.

it’s as though you want his hand down your pants. jerking you off while he shoves you into the glass wall of his office. have you overlook the city and bounce your ass back on his cock. fuck yourself on him because he’s just so tired from work.

“fuck, querido.” the rough grumble in his throat rumbles into your ear. he eases more inches up your tight hole. grabbing onto your hips to halt your frankly pathetic movements before slamming up in tempered. pistoning movements. slow. rough.

all while he smokes his cigarette. balms the bitter taste with the sweetness of your neck and shoulders. he’s just gotta fill you up a few times to feel better.

꒰ boss ˖ spy ˖ femme fatale ˖ assassin character ꒱

﹙ xīyáng 9819. ﹚. . . midnight menace !! 🍒 : fem reader . he’s got quite the obscure schedule. more than most. initially you weren’t too sure how this arrangement would work - but you quickly caught on. the first few times he called you in the middle of the morning. voice heavy with restlessness. telling you to just touch yourself a bit for him. maybe your pretty moans will do better than coffee.

to the nights where he’ll call you up. tell you he’s on his way. before he’s burying his cock between your legs the second he gets in and the door shuts.

loves picking you up. manhandling you. pressing you down into whatever surface he can find and pounding your poor cunt raw.

he’s never there. yet always there at the same time. always touching. always groping. always using you as his pretty little relief. if you aren’t bouncing on his cock at least once a week. even if it’s in the middle of midnight - well, he simply feels as though his week has not been fulfilled then.

after missions is when he’s at his roughest. shoving you face down into the bed and pounding you ass sore. balls aggressively slapping against your weeping pussy. the clock blaring 3am the indicator of your rude awakening.

“always ready to take it - aren’t you sweetheart?” he grunts. fingers tightening on your scalp. he’ll reach around and play with your clit to make you cum. the feel of you cumming around him will be just the pick-me-up he needs.

꒰ mercenary boss ˖ grim reaper character ꒱

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For Multi-May!!

I so desperately wanted to think of a really great request or suggestion but know that I have the opportunity all of my ideas have vanished.

So instead, I want to ask for Stu & Billy poly!ghostface with a plot or idea that you've always wanted to write but never got around to. It could also be any other poly!ship you have That One Idea for that you just never had the perfect opportunity to write.

I'm essentially giving you a wildcard! I'm super curious if you have any ideas like that - Ideas that for some reason you just never get around to even though they plague your mind. Because I sure do.

- 🦇

Well Batty! This is such a fun one! I have gotten in the habit of always writing whatever I want for myself all the time now but still, I have had this idea for a long ass time and have never gotten around to it so thanks for the excuse! Your request is the second entry for Multi-May, Billy loving lingerie and my assorted thoughts about that, so let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Established Poly! Relationship. Could Be Read As TBABTO Compliant. Fear Play. Knife Play. Banter. Dirty Talk. Spanking. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Softness. Feelings. Mid-Sex Introspection Kind Of. Domesticness. Creampie. Slight Overstim. Sloppy Seconds. 

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I Love You Best In…

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Billy Loomis has always loved lingerie, ever since the first time he found out it was a thing when saw something lacy and pretty and soft in a catalogue. The thing was, he wasn’t picky, he loved it all, whether it was cotton candy pink and fluffy, almost like a cupcake; or something tight, with straps on straps, criss-crossing over each other and black, as if ripped right out of a trashy goth themed porno. 

He didn’t care, it was all good. He even preferred you leaving it on, would love to just displace it, pull particular parts aside to reach what he wanted to, something about that made it feel better, rushed, hotter for him. He loved you naked, naturally, but there was something so appealing with the lingerie worn askew, and framing your best assets as he fucked into you. 

As soon as you found out that he had this weakness you of course exploited it at every single turn. You would wear just about anything, matching sets, thigh high stockings, once you found an obscenely short dress that was made of nothing but black fishnet and that poor piece of clothing was ruined beyond recognition by the time he was through with it.

He would ask, make requests from time to time but much more often than not it wasn’t necessary, you’d play dress up plenty without him needing to prompt you. He has seen you in all manner of differently delightful and debauched attire and various states of dress, so why was this the thing that did him in the most? Coming into the bedroom to find you folding laundry, his eyes dragging up your bare legs to see all you had on was that big slouchy white sweater that Stu loved so much and judging by how high the hem rose while lifting your arms, seemingly nothing else. Billy isn’t able to just watch for long, before need overcomes and he is sauntering into the room, he doesn’t bother greeting you verbally, instead letting his hands rest on your waist. How you jumped in surprise was endlessly satisfying for Billy, he never got tired of getting the drop on you, scaring you.

Your head turns and upon seeing Billy’s face you soften, shoulders dropping back down, you roll your eyes and sigh, “Shoulda known it was you.” 

“Who else would it be?” He asked and your head turned forward again, focusing back on folding the shirt that was in your hands. He leaned in closer, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hands sliding forward, over your stomach, holding you. He could really appreciate the soft material of the clothing item you stole from Stu, now being so close he could smell his scent lingering in the white fibres. He inhales deeper but tries to keep it subtle, if you do notice you don’t comment on it, instead answering the question he posed previously.

“Oh I dunno, maybe the guy who’s sweater I’m wearing right now?” You ask and he says, “Stu doesn’t like scaring you as much as I do.”

“True, not in the same way that you do at least.” His hands start to move, sliding over you, enjoying the sensation of the top sliding over your skin, “And how’s that?”

A hum before you say, “You like doing it like you just did, sneaking up on me, making me jump, and sure Stu does sometimes too but he prefers making me really scared, making it real and intense.”

His head lifts and he leans over your shoulder, getting a better look at your face, “You want to share an example?” 

You give a small smile and with a shrug you pick up a pair of his jeans and start to fold them next, “Sure, like, last week, we were doing the dishes and at one point Stu picks up this big fucking knife I used to prep dinner earlier, right?”

He nods, his hands continue to wander, taking their time. “Mmhm, go on.” 

You do, “So he takes the knife and starts waving it around and bringing it close to me and it’s all fun and whatever but then he, like, pushes me into the counter suddenly.”

His hands move lower, the fingers on one of his hands catch the bottom hem of your sweater, starting to drag it up, and the other starts to run over the newly exposed skin.

You are still talking, “He’s got a hand on my throat and the knife is so close to my face and he is giving me that look, you know it, like he is hungry and manic, And he’s saying all these terribly threatening things in that low sweet tone with that big fucking grin and it’s-”

“Terrifying?” He asks, his own smile clear in his tone, as his hand slides between your legs and you sigh out, head tipping back, “Very.”

He starts to touch, slow and easy and he asks another question, “And then?”

Your eyes fall closed and you tell him, “And then he just stops, just backs off and laughs like it is some big joke and he’s back to normal and I’m left reeling and have to go back to doing the fucking dishes.” 

“Sounds like Stu.” He sounds amused. You are sure he is picturing the exchange right now and likes it, his fingers don’t relent, they become more focused, pick up the pace and the pleasant sensation starts to sink in and you nod with a soft moan, “Mmm, totally him.” 

You’ve abandoned folding the clothes, simply holding the denim in your grasp and just as you are starting to really sink into the feeling of Billy touching you, his hands are lifting up, instead he pushes you forward. You weren’t expecting it and fell onto the clean pile of laundry on the bed, his hands are back on you, resting on your hips, forcing them up, causing the sweater you had on to get pulled up in the process, exposing you to him. Turns out you did have something under Stu’s sweater but it is so small that only until now with you so spread and exposed can he see it properly. This is a newer piece, he’d been with you when you bought it, along with several other fun things, but he hadn’t seen it on you yet, sheer, delicate and white, matching the sweater with startling accuracy.

“Fuck, you look so good like this.” 

Oh you know that tone and know it well, guess this one is another winner, you bite back a smile, his hands are back to moving on you. One comes to a stop on your lower back, holding you in position, the other between your spread legs, touching you through the material and the extra friction it provides is good, you of course alert him to that fact with a quiet moan of his name. The touching you doesn’t last long, only until he sees the clear and visible wet spot spreading over and seeping through the thin white that barely covers your cunt. Soon enough he is pulling them aside, two fingers sink inside of you, curling and feeling, his thumb swipes over your clit and you clench around him. He groans at feeling your walls gripping at his fingers, he asks, “God, you’re this wet already?” 

“Mighta had a make out sesh with Stu before he had to get to class but we couldn’t do anything serious.” You admit and he praises, it sounded like he was smiling, “What a good boy he is, warming you up for me.” 

“Yeah he’s the best, isn’t he?” You agree with a small laugh that he returns and then Billy’s fingers are leaving you, his jeans are too tight, it is starting to border on painful and he needs you. The sound of his belt hits your ears next, unsurprising and you are not complaining. You had already been thinking about seeking Billy out for this very thing once the laundry was done, finishing what Stu started earlier, scratching that itch. 

He nudges you up the bed with a light smack landing on your ass and you do as instructed, you move up and he gets onto the mattress too, one hand on you and the other on the base of himself he lines up. He is rushing but he has to have you, about to fuck you on the clean pile of laundry with no care, he is in the right position and his hips press forward and he slides in easily. 

It’s dirty and it’s quick but it satisfies you both, the stretch of him feels fantastic with just that slight achy burn from him fucking you just a little too hard and just a bit too fast. He more than makes up for it, his chest to your back, hot breath in your ear, wandering hands and filthy words, broken praise among the strained sounds of pleasure, “God, so good, how-fuck-how are you, so, so fucking good?”

You loved when he was so into it, could hardly talk straight without letting out at least one moan or a curse, not like you were much better at the moment. 

Currently all you could seem to do was gasp out his name and your own series of swear words. He was obsessed with this, fucking you in this way, his treatment rough but the sweater you wore so soft, smelling like your shared partner, it’s like you were all wrapped up in Stu but still you. His favorite was sharing you with him but if he couldn’t be here then this was the way to fuck you, the reminder of his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime unignorable. 

He loves this sweater, so many memories tied to it and just to Stu, his eyes closed and he is overrun with the times Stu and he were close enough that he could smell him, feel him, those precious first times that changed everything. Christ, why was this getting to him so badly? Making him so sappy and soft, seeing you, wrapped in Stu’s clothes, in your shared apartment, it’s domestic and sweet, honestly everything Billy has ever wanted. You in leather or lace is good, is hot, you in this though? It is a reminder that shit worked out, he has not just one but two people devoted to him, who love him for who he is, it’s stability and safety, comfort but still finding ways to keep things exciting even while feeling all of that.

It’s doing him in faster than he would like, he wants you to reach your end too, he rushes out, “Touch yourself.” 

He doesn’t need to ask twice, his hips snapping into yours, one of his hands reaching around, palming one of your tits through the sweater, the other still on the bed to help keep himself up right and your own hand shooting between your thighs. He cums before you do with a groan of your name, body tensing and him holding to the hilt inside but it doesn’t take much more for you to find your own end, nimble fingers stroke yourself just so and you cum with him still inside of you a minute after he does. 

Your walls pulsing on him post orgasm making him inhale through his teeth at the slight overstimulation that washes over him but he endures, it hurts so good. Your high finds its natural end and it leaves you both panting, trying to catch your breath, he pulls away first, sliding out and the amount of him inside of you spills out, that snaps you back to reality very quickly. You reach back, tug the underwear into place to try and stop the drip from making this worse, you sit up, look over your shoulder and you curse seeing the leaked mess of you and him on one of your favourite shirts, “Fucksake Billy, I just cleaned these clothes.”

He is tugging his pants back up and rolls his eyes, saying like it is obvious with a smile on his face, “So clean em again.”

Before you can get up to do that or protest further he is back on the bed and wrapping you up, pulling you down with him, you sigh, knowing that laundry is out till he is satisfied with cuddling you. 

You end up falling asleep there for a while and later on you find yourself back at folding the laundry. Billy was nice enough to wash and dry it at the very least before he had to go to a late class. Stu’s sweater needed to be cleaned, some of the hem got messed up and cum stained and it got pretty sweaty overall from how hard you were going at it, so you swapped out Stu’s sweater for this dark blue and white flannel shirt Billy favoured. 

Hearing the apartment door open and you call out that you are in the bedroom and in a minute Stu comes into the room to find you just about done with your task and he sounds delighted by what he sees, “Oooh well hello there.”

A look over your shoulder and you return his greeting, “Hello to you too.” 

“You still doing laundry?” He asked, clearly confused, “You were doing this when I left hours ago.” 

Laughing, you tell him as you turn back to his task, “Yeah, ask Billy about it later.” 

You hear him come closer, he leans down, kisses you on the cheek before telling you, “I’ll do that.”

“How was class?” You ask and he shrugs as he is telling you, “Fine.” 

He flops down onto the bed, the cleared space next to where the clean folded clothes are as opposed to on top of them, thankfully. He reached out and tugs on the bottom hem of the flannel, “I like you in Billy’s clothes.”

A grin spreads over your face and you joke, “Shocker.” The look on his face reminds you of the one back in the kitchen earlier that you told Billy. 

“I know, so predictable, right?” He reaches out, one hand locks on your wrist and the other tugs the shirt you were folding out of your hands, “How about we finish what we started earlier?” 

You sigh and toss the shirt aside, one of your knees comes down onto the bed, he rolls onto his back and you climb aboard to straddle him. His hands land on your thighs and as they run up the shirt is moved as well for you to be greeted with the clean pair of underwear you changed into after your post hook up shower with Billy, blue and not unlike the shirt you had on, you were in a matching mood today it seems. “Oooh, fuck.” 

A roll of your hips, grinding down, feeling Stu quickly getting hard in his pants your head lolls back the spike of sensation. You give into the moment with Stu, positive that once he has your panties off and sees how much you are leaking, realizing you fucked Billy earlier and he gets to have his sloppy seconds that it will be another fun and hot quickie. After all of that you are promising to yourself that after you ride him that you will finish this damn laundry, even if it kills you.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Maddy Hatter x gn! reader

Prompt- maddy and the reader planed a date to go stargazing on a hill secluded from any person other than the two being there

Fluff/cuddles

They/them pronouns

Nickname for the reader-cupcake

Art not mine found on pinterest

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Maddy is seen going through her things at her dorm, kitty watches with slight amusement on whatever new madness had strike up on Maddy's insane mind, the multi colored girl was giggling and talking to the "narrators" she told kitty once when her curiosity was nagging at her, nonetheless there she was talking to herself and giggling like a lunatic but if we where being honest it would be more weird if the Maddy didn't laugh at least 10 times every 5 minutes,after all this was Maddy who we where talking about

Kitty's face hold new curiosity only a bored expression as she continued to look over at her fellow wonderlian friend "sooooo.." she started "why ate you so excited for Mad's" the girl in question turned around a big smile on her features reaching up to her eyes with a glint in them "well funny you ask Kitty I am of to go on a date with my partner" the girl explained but it only left more questions than answers "but uhh it's almost 7 at night Maddy, how would you have a date at this hour?" Kitty questioned.

Maddy only giggled at her roommate " oh silly Kitty that's a good thing I have something special for this date!" Kitty raised and eyebrow and soon climb down of the tree and sat on her bed still looking at Maddy "Alright then but if you get caught don't come calling me *yawn* I'll be in bed snoring by then" she stretch her arms out and then just as fast she could appear and disappear she was under her blankets "Just remembered to turn the light off when you leave okay Madd's?" She went off to sleep "Got it night Kitty!" Kitty waved a hand

Maddy grab her bag that held the blanket thay her and her partner [name] would use, and you might be wondering where would they even go so late at night? Well they would go Stat gazing ofcoursethey have been planning this for weeks and Tonight would be the perfect night to see all those twinkling lights in the sky

Maddy carefully went up to [name]'s door and nock on it softly not wanting any attention, the door opened and there stood [name] dressed in comfortable warm clothes since night time here could be brutal. [Name] grabbed Maddy by her hand and looked their door with the other, afterwards they turned their head to Maddy and nodded at her, and so they went off

Arriving at the tallest hill for stargazing, Maddy momentarily let go of her partners hand to place down the blankets from her bag and placed them down gently, then she turn to [name] "come on cupcake this is gonna be so epic" they did as she asked and sat next to her on the blanket, [name] put an arm around Maddy and leand in to kiss her on her cheek making the girl smile "do you really think Tonight there's gonna be a star shower like you said" Maddy made a look of contemplating and then smiled "Why of course there's gonna be a star shower the narrators told me so l" the two giggled and then went back to cuddling

And just as the both looked up at the gorgeous night sky with the moon's light shimmering brightly at the two

It had started a dozen or maybe hundreds of stars started to go across the deep navy sky one by one group by group

[Name] gasped and straightened up taking Maddy with them in a rush making thw girl laugh "told you there would be a star shower" [name] looked at her with loving eyes and kissed her on the lips softly and gently their lips becoming one in this tender moment, when they both stop [name] wispers "thank you for tonight" Maddy put a hand on their cheek and smiledn "and thank you for being mine"

The two once again leand into eachothers warmth and kissed under the illuminated sky

It would be a moment they would cherish forever,and a secret date that would only be theirs to talk about for years to come

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Three of Hearts, Two of Diamonds

Three of Hearts, Two of Diamonds by chibistarlyte

There's a lot to do before the morning rush, but Katsuki has plenty of time. So he sets to work and lets his hands prep everything with practiced ease while his mind wanders to the rings he's carrying with him.

He'd bought them months ago, without any solid proposal plan. He's had a vague idea that he wanted to somehow incorporate baking into it—after all, he and his boyfriends own the bakery together. And although Katsuki himself does much of the actual baking, Shouto and Izuku certainly pull their weight in many other ways. It's absolutely an equal effort on all accounts, and Katsuki knows the bakery is just as important to Shouto and Izuku as it is to him.

So the idea to include baking in his proposal was a natural progression. A no-brainer.

It hadn't been until a few nights ago that Katsuki had decided on an actual plan, however. . Or, Katsuki proposes to Izuku and Shouto with rings and cupcakes.

Words: 2752, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, (literally...since...it's a bakery lol), Baker Bakugou Katsuki, Marriage Proposal

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45220432

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Most memorable, almost iconic, moments of bl (imo) (Part1/?)

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Cherry Blossoms After Winter

Old Fashion Cupcake

Never Let Me Go

To My Star

You Make Me Dance

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Happy Birthday | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: It’s your birthday and you aren’t expecting anything, but your boyfriend JJ has something planned. 

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Today was your birthday, but to you it was like any other day. Your family didn’t celebrate birthdays, they found they were a waste of money and most of the time they worked during it anyways. 

You sighed softly as you clocked out of your job at one of the local restaurants. All you wanted to do was see JJ. 

You didn’t have any friends, the friends you did have were the pogues but that was only because you were dating JJ. You knew if things went south with JJ, you’d never hear from them again. 

Today couldn’t have gone worse either. You’d messed up multiple orders and multiple people had been the rudest. The kitchen was behind and they blamed you. Then you’d mixed up drinks. It over all was not a good day; you may or may not have spent your lunch break crying in the break room. 

Stepping onto your bike you peddled down the street toward the chateau, which is where JJ told you to meet him. They’d be hanging out there after fishing. 

However, when you arrived the van was no where to be seen and the house lights were turned off. You groaned softly, they’d left and probably forgot they’d told you to come over after you got off work. Great, now you’re going to be alone even longer. 

Tears stung as you made your way up the stairs, hoping this was the one day John B left the door unlocked. Your prayers were answered because the door unlocked. When you stepped through the door the lights came on and you were greeted with a very loud, “Surprise!” 

There stood the pogues, each with happy birthday posters. A happy birthday banner across the wall, balloons scattered across the room and a disco ball illuminating multi colored lights around the room. 

JJ stood in the middle, a large grin on his face and a birthday hat on his head with one cup cake in his hand. It had one single candle on it.

You let out a sob, overwhelmed with emotions. Happy of course. 

“no no no..” JJ quickly rushed to you, “You don’t like it? I’m sorry-” 

“I told you she wouldn’t like a surprise party JJ!” Kie scolds. 

“no no...” You shake your head, letting your book bag drop, “I love it.. I’m happy.” 

“so they are happy tears?” JJ asks, wiping your tears with the back of his hand. 

“Yes, very happy.” You wrap your arms around JJ, careful to miss the cupcake. “This is incredible.” 

“Happy Birthday baby.” He squeezes you tightly with one hand, “I’m sorry it’s not much-” he pulls away. 

“No no this is perfect. More than I could have ever dreamed of.” You look around the room and the smiling faces of the pogues. 

“You guys are incredible.” 

“Well,” He holds the cupcake to you, “Make your wish.” He grins. 

You shake your head, “I already have what I wished for.” 

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Taeyong's Birthday Party

Walking around the club that the hounds had rented for their leader, Taeyong kept looking around for his friend. A cold beer held tightly in his hand while his eyes scanned around the entrance for them.

"Still waiting for your bunny friend?" Ten asked with a clap to his back once he arrived next to his hyung at the open bar.

"Yeah..."

"Just give her a call. Bet she's running late." He tells him, seeing him crane his neck again as another one of the mates of the younger hounds arrived. A sigh leaving Taeyong.

Taking his brand new phone out, courtesy of Jaemin gifting it to him. He makes the call to his friend, walking away where he could hear her.

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On the dance floor, Haechan held a six month old Minjun in his arms. Dancing around with him while Renjun glared at him for having taken his dance partner away from him.

"Oh stop your death glares, Injun. He's my son. I get to dance with him more." Haechan grinned, his lips pressing a kiss to his son on the cheek as he twirls him in his arms.

Renjun scoffed. "That's because I kept taking care of him while you were look for lovers." He argued before his mate came along to whisk him away.

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During his call with his friend, Taeyong sighed until he heard someone call for him from the entrance. His eyes lighting up once he saw her. "Bunny!" He smiled rushing over to her, pushing Jeno and Kai out of his way.

"Hyung-"

"The fuck-"

Ignoring them, he hugs his bunny friend. Lifting her up in her arms, forgetting that she was scented by another. "You came. I thought you said that you couldn't come?" He asks placing her back down, guiding her to the bar where he ordered for them. He couldn't just tell her that he had developed feelings for her. After all, it was his birthday and he didn't want to get his heart broken in case she said no to him.

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"I swear to fucking hell, that if they get near our mates, I'm going to fucking lose my fucking mind." Mark sneered at the table he was sat at with Jaemin, Chenle, Lucas, Kun and Johnny. His glass of whiskey slamming on the wooden table after downing it all.

"All I can say is, good luck." Johnny chuckled.

"Same. We don't have mates, so we could care less." Lucas chimed in as he looked over to where the four original hounds were huddled in the opposite side of the club.

All the hounds that had mates and love interests were told to be away from them, Haechan basically having to horde them away while having a death glare battle with Baekhyun when he had glanced at the female love interest of his.

"Mark Hyung, chill. It's not like they can steal our mates-" Chenle goes to say when Kai comes over and gives him a look.

"I literally kidnapped two people before. One being Taeyong's friend." He says with a thumb thrown over his shoulder. "Don't doubt those fuckers won't be able to steal your princess, Lele."

"Fuck."

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As the party went on and the hounds started to get drunk after almost emptying the bar, Taeyong hung on the shoulder of his bunny friend while he gave his thanks to everyone for attending. "Thanks...for uh..." He smiled drunk and dazed, his friend telling him to stop drinking. "Thanks for my birthday party!" He yelled, making everyone cheer and root for him. His cheeks having gone so pink, hundreds of glasses of alcohol being downed in his system. He felt so drunk for once and he was happy.

~Later that night...he confessed his feelings to her~

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Tags: @redroom-cb (Kun's cupcake) @universe-of-superm (🧡 Markie) @disney-cafe-nct (🧡 Taeil & Kun) @idealmulti-cb (🧡 Mark) @multi-esme (Mark's baby & Kai's baby) @multiyiren (Chenle's Princess) @fallenangel-oc (Jaemin's angel) @lovesick-hyuck (💜) @witch-renjunnie (💙) @ateezmystery (Kyun's Sangie~) @dragonyixing-cb @frathouse-cb (Ten's sicheng) @uridealbf-cb @uridealgf-cb @raiden-oc (demon boy) @velvetparadise @harddoms-playpen @badbf-cb (brat ☠) @1960-exo @cave-of-demons @darkmoonsiblings-reblog @ur-oc @multiaugirls @multiauboys [dm for + or -]

[soshesighs]

6 random lines

Rules: pick any ten six of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Tagged by @indomitable-love, thank you!

So, look... I don’t have 10 standalone fics yet, I’m sorry! I only have 6 individually posted works on ao3, and only two of those are one-shots. So instead I’m going to post a line from the midpoint of the two standalones, and then find a line from the midpoint of the middle-posted chapter (or closest to it that I can get) of any of the one-shot compilations or multi-chaptered fics, if that works?

Nobody’s here to tell me no, so I’m taking the silence as a yes. Shhh.

 Something Precious Saved (T)

Bea rings him up one dreary December morning to ask Alex if he’ll grab an old picture of her and Henry and Philip with their parents, one she swears is in a photo album Henry took with him when he moved, and email it to her - something she needs for a planned Christmas present for all of them - and as he gingerly cracks open the delicate album, a colorful stack of paper flutters to their study floor.

If he accidentally hangs up on Bea in his excitement, well… he’ll call her back later to apologize and explain.

Call It Hope (T)

“You… forgot,” Ellen repeats, slowly and monotonously, trying to make the word make sense. The glance between the two boys doesn’t pass unnoticed by her, and she looks between the two of them like she might miraculously pull some sort of answer or explanation out of the thin air. “After almost five years of being a public figure, you forgot? You couldn’t even tell your sister you were running off?”

Alex opens and closes his mouth in the start of an explanation multiple times, but nothing manages to come out.

A Love Letter to Love (T) [Chapter 10: Death By A Thousand Cuts]

Philip sighs and gestures weakly to the room. “Can I at least come in and sit down first?”

Henry falls silent, half expecting someone else to chime in with an opinion, but the other three are all quiet, seemingly leaving the decision up to him. The bitter part of him wants to slam the door in his brother’s face, tell him that any effort he thinks he’s going to make here is all too little too late, make some part of him hurt - even if just for a moment - the way Henry himself has for years now.

But.

[From The Vault] (T) [Chapter 2: Thanksgiving, 2022]

“No shame in finding comfort in the company of your person,” Leo chimes in in agreement, giving Ellen’s hand a squeeze. He turns to give her a soft smile, something so intimate that for a moment, Henry feels entirely like he’s intruding. He averts his gaze, taking another bite of the cookie in his hand.

After a moment, when neither of them prompts him further and he’s finished an entire cookie through nervous nibbles, Henry quietly asks, “How did you know you were it for each other?”

I can’t match you for prose (T) [Chapter 11: Week Four: Redo]

Henry sets the pan atop the stove, where six thoroughly ruined cupcakes sit - caved in, unrisen, and nothing like the picture from the recipe he’d printed. He’s trying to understand where they went wrong (did they forget the baking powder in their rush? Or overmix them?) when he hears the tiny sniffle.

He spins around, crouching down to their daughter’s level before she can really start crying.

when I’m away from you (I miss your touch) (T) [Chapter 4: Headache]

He trips over his own feet twice on the way through to the en suite bathroom, as if his body knows that every step taken away from Alex is somehow wrong. Once he finally stumbles into the room, he locks the door behind himself before he can give in to the temptation to immediately turn around and head back to him.

It’s time, he realizes, to face the music.

I never know who to tag in these things, especially when it’s been 10+ days since I was tagged in the first place, so if you’ve already been tagged or already done it, feel free to tell me to shove off, haha. @adinarj @actual-sleeping-beauty 

[uselessgayshit]

i refuse to let them obliterate the danvers sisters

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She was twisting the handle to the front door open a millisecond after hearing the knock. “Lena, you know you don’t have to knock any-”

But standing on the other side was not her best friend, it was her sister, with her head cocked and her left eyebrow quirked. “Since when don’t you X-ray the door?”

Kara chewed on her bottom lip. She had stopped a while back when it was only ever Lena on the other side. With Esme coming into her life, Alex hadn’t had much time for sister nights or random stop ins whenever she felt the urge. Kara didn’t begrudge her that; she understood that Alex and Kelly were making a family together and no matter how her heart ached when her sister turned down an invitation or left the tower, almost without saying goodbye, to rush home, Kara had decided years ago that she would stop being the reason Alex wasn’t able to build her own life.

Still, Alex was the last person she had expected outside her door, unannounced, after the row they had had in the tower.

Kara leaned into the open door, looking at Alex’s feet. “You still have your key…” It was almost a question, a wish, a hope that Alex hadn’t forsaken that.

“Of course, I do. I just… I didn’t think barging in on you after how I left it was the right thing to do.”

Kara brought her eyes up to see the small, shy, uncertain smile on Alex’s face and her lips pursed with their own little upturn. She stepped aside, dropping her arm to the side as a gesture to enter. “Well come in, silly.”

Alex came in and the room seemed to shift and change with familiarity. “I feel like I should’ve brought cupcakes or something.”

“Lucky for you,” Kara said, twirling to the fridge and pulling out a pink box, “I already have some.”

Alex’s brow furrowed as she read the name. “This isn’t your usual.”

“No,” Kara said, walking to the living room and setting it down on the coffee table. “It’s a place close to L-Corp, I think. I don’t know. Lena brought them.”

“So, they’re Lena’s?”

Kara threw her hands up, almost throwing cupcakes out of the box. “Uh, she left them in the fridge so they’re mine now.”

“I’m sure that’s exactly what she thinks too,” Alex countered, dropping onto the couch.”

“Oh, also she said, ‘Hey, Kara, I got you cupcakes.’ So, I think that’s pretty clear.” Kara reached into the box, pulling out a vanilla cupcake with blue icing and multi-colored star sprinkles, and fell back into the cushions. The sprinkles rained down on her legs.

“You were right.” Alex didn’t have a cupcake in hand. She sat stoic on the edge of the cushion.

“What?” Kara exclaimed, bewildered at the last thing she thought would come out of Alex’s mouth.

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read the rest on ao3

[cloud-9ine]

Through a Golden Lens (pt 1)

⤷ pairing - hawks x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha 

⤷ warnings - some language, hawks flirting, reader’s cynicism 

⤷ summary - reader is a bitter, overworked photographer at a hero press agency with little patience for her newly assigned muse- hawks

⤷ word count - 4.5k+

⤷ notes - i have lots of ideas so this is probably going to be a multi-part series. also new to tumblr so this might not be the best

⤷ pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6

“Mr. Hawks! Please look this way!” his heavy lidded eyes rolled to the side as another blinding flash burned through his vision. 

“You look perfect, thank you!” it was hard to smile for their benefit, but he managed. Hawks had attended countless of these events for the press. It had been exhilarating at first, with the rush of adrenaline from the cameras and the lights and the endless stream of compliments solidifying his place in the public eye.

Nowadays, it was less thrilling. After a while, they all seemed the same- each one blurring into a senseless flare of cameras and hollow accolades.

He was bored, to say the least.

“Mr Hawks, would you like to come and see? I’d love to hear your opinion on this set!” with a practiced, easy smirk he nodded. It was easier to pander to the artist than to criticise their work. 

He looked good, but when did he not? The shoots were easy to glide through. All he had to do was pull a boyish grin, ‘make love to the camera’ as the photographers always liked to spout. It didn’t really matter what he did: the public would eat up anything with his face slapped on to the front. They all looked the same to him, anyway.

“Looks good,” he wondered why people were so easily satiated by shallow praises, but as he stared at the younger lady’s blush, he couldn’t help but realise that maybe it was him who had something to do with it.

Hawks couldn’t help his gaze from drifting to the door. His skin prickled in the humidity of all the moving bodies in one enclosed space and he longed to take a step outside and stretch his wings in a way that wasn’t to pose for a magazine. 

For a moment, he felt like his prayers had been answered when the door opened, letting in a stream of natural light to breach the artificiality of the modelling room. 

”(L/N)! You were supposed to be here over three hours ago!” the woman in front of him exclaimed, ripping the camera away from his view and marching to the figure that appeared in the light. He blinked in surprise: this entire shoot he hadn’t heard her raise her voice above anything but a low mumble when conversing with him, and now she was positively fuming.

You stared down at your co-worker through honey-tinted shades, expression unamused.

“Yeah, and I was also supposed to be out of this job three years ago. We don’t all do what we’re supposed to, cupcake.”

For a moment, Hawks thought you were a model. Tasteful cream turtleneck tucked into heavily creased mocha skirt, caramel beret perched on your head. There were a few metal, classy looking rings wrapped around your fingers, but as far as he could see, no wedding ring. It was pretty standard style for those who worked in the arts, but somehow you wore it so well. 

Your hair was a little dishevelled, and the dark circles under your eyes combined with the coffee cup in your hand were obvious signs of a rough night. His eyes locked on to the loopy black handwriting on the brown band around the cup.

(L/N) (Y/N)

You were no model, but Hawks couldn’t see the difference.

His wings beat lightly behind his back as he glided over, weaving through the other photographers and models scattered around the area. 

“Hey there, I’m Hawks,” he said smoothly, voice saccharine as he spoke to you. Your attention turned to him as you glanced at him from above the frames of your sunglasses, seemingly unimpressed.

“This the new boytoy, Mizuki?” you asked, eyes raking up and down his figure. Hawks was never one to shy away from the gaze of others, but the way you were inspecting him made him feel so exposed.

“Show some respect,” Mizuki muttered, voice lowered at Hawks’ presence but glare still piercing. You sighed, sparing one last glance at Hawks before snatching the camera out of Mizuki’s hands, leaving her scrambling for the device as you walked away.

“Lemme see what you’ve got already,” Mizuki’s face grew red, half from anger towards you, and half because of the embarrassment of being diminished in front of Hawks.

“(L/N) y-you can’t just come in three hours late and take over! I’ve already done the shoot and Hawks has already expressed that he is pleased with the outcome,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes and shooting the shorter woman a glare over your shoulder.

“There’s no way you’re gonna force me to come into work and make me sit here doing nothing,” you sneered, waving the camera around almost teasingly, “you wanted someone actually skilled to do this shoot, and here I am. Let me do my thing,” without waiting for a response, you left, thumb fumbling with the dial that allowed you to scroll through the photos.

Hawks was impressed. You hadn’t bat an eye when you saw him, and while you were very clearly very late, you were confident in your skills and obviously took your job seriously.

“Who was that?” he questioned, wings spreading slightly as his eyes chased after you. Mizuki bowed her head, remorse filling her expression.

“I apologise for her impertinence. That’s (L/N), she was who your original photographer was supposed to be today, but when she didn’t show up I had to take over,” she huffed, “she’s been like this for about a year now, and the boss is prepared to fire her if she keeps it up. So you’d think she’d be able to pull her at together for you, Mr. Hawks...”

After a while, Hawks tuned out her whining, eyes curiously trained on you, surveying your furrowed brows and expression pinched with annoyance as you studied the photos. Although they looked good enough to him, it appeared that you didn’t share the same sentiment. 

Hawks didn’t have time to avert his eyes when you turned your head, gaze locking on to his. You raised a slightly suspicious brow, but otherwise didn’t entertain his actions. 

“Mizuki, why would you use cool lighting?” you called over your shoulder, not even sparing the decency to turn around and face the person you were addressing. Mizuki frowned, moving to your side. Like a magnet, Hawks did the same, peering over your other shoulder. You eyed him from the corner of your vision for a second before tapping the screen. 

“What do you mean?” you sighed at your co-workers words, evidently frustrated.

“Considering you have bird boy over here in dark academia, accented in warmer yellows, using cool lights will bring out too much of a contrast. We need to match the accent colours with warmer lighting, or use a overlay,” you muttered, seemingly addressing yourself more than the two of them. Mizuki just shook her head.

“That would just oversaturate the image,” you snorted, giving her the same patronising look an adult would give a child if they tried to outsmart them.

“Not necessarily. I could spot-reduce saturation in highlight areas during editing. Or, if you really want your contrast, I could neutralise the warmer shades by using a blue, or compliment them using a red,” Hawks didn’t miss the way you said ‘I’ instead of ‘we’. Mizuki looked agitated, her frown growing deeper.

“Even so, we only have white backdrops. That would be a jarring contrast. You’d need something darker or more clustered to make it work. If you wanted a backdrop change you probably should’ve come earlier,” she spoke with a formality that obviously stemmed from Hawks next to her, but you paid no mind. You were silent for a moment, and Hawks could see your eyes narrowing as you were thinking.

“I need a natural background, huh?” you mumbled, thumbing the buttons on the camera. With a shrug, “alright, bird boy, come on, we’re leaving,” Hawks blinked in surprise as you spun on your heel, a grin breaking onto his face. Finally, he got to leave.

“Whatever you say, boss,” you shot him an irritated look.

“Don’t call me that. I’m 22, not 40,” his feathers ruffled up. “Hey, I’m also 22! What a coincidence, right?” he grinned, winking at you. You just responded by rolling your eyes.

Mizuki spluttered, trying in vain to get either one of you to stop as Hawks trailed after you.

“L-Look, you can’t just leave-” you turned, shoving the camera back into her hands, a mirthless smile on your face.

“Watch me,” your voice was cold, goading her to try and stop you, “bird boy, out, now.” Hawks didn’t have to be told twice. Some of the others whispered and muttered as they realised what was going on, but they all fell quiet when you shot them a sharp glare.

He breathed in the fresh air with a content sigh, his chest feeling lighter now he was out the cramped room. The amber glow from the late afternoon sun kissed his tanned skin as he stretched his arms above his head, his forearms flexing slightly under his dark blazer. His eyes shut in bliss and head tilted back, exposing his sharp jawline.

You eyed him slightly, eyes trailing across his features. Now that you had actually left, you were a little lost on what your plan was. You didn’t regret storming out of there, though, nor did you even consider turning back to apologise.

You took your own camera out of the dark camera bag slung across your body, careful not to scratch it on the tripod, and focused the lens on Hawks. It was smaller, a little more compact than the ones Mizuki and the others were using, but you found that it was much better suited for portrait work. 

The click of the camera shutter brought Hawks out of his stupor, eyes snapping open and immediately landing on you. Your attention had already been diverted to the screen, studying your work. 

“The modelling room is stuffy, I’ll give you that,” you mumbled, zooming in on his face, “but you can stretch while we walk,” Hawks leaned over you, eyes sparkling at the shot.

“Aw, you make me look so good, I’m flattered!” you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be,” you took a large sip of your coffee, moving down the pathway as you thought. Hawks scrambled after you, his wings puffing out when he reached your side. You couldn’t help but gaze at the bright red feathers as he unfurled his wings, a small, happy chirping noise rumbling at the back of his throat once they were fully spread behind your back. They were warm, you noticed, feeling the heat through your turtleneck. 

Your vision was filled with a cheeky smirk painted on full lips, Hawks’ face appearing in front of your eyes. Your eyes narrowed as you sized him up.

“See something you like?” you rolled your eyes as he purred. 

“Not in the slightest, bird brain,” his wings beat behind his back, hand clutching the fabric on his chest.

“Oh, how you wound me!” Hawks cried, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly, which you quickly covered with your coffee cup. 

“I’m sure you’ll face a villain that will do greater damage than I could,” he hummed, angling his face towards the sun. 

“So, where are we headed?” you chewed on your bottom lip, slinging your camera over your shoulder. 

“It can’t be anywhere with lots of traffic, you attract a lot of attention, you know?” it was a rhetorical question, but Hawks’ chest still puffed out in pride at your words.

“Thanks, it’s because of my raging-”

“Shut up,” you cut him off, “either way, I have a pounding headache and I do not have enough shits to give to put up with your fan girls today,” with a sigh, you rubbed your temples. Hawks stared at your clenched teeth.

“Hey, why do you-” “I think I know where we can go,” he frowned.

“You know it’s not polite to interrupt people like that-”

“Sunflowers.” your tone dripped finality as you faced Hawks, a brazen determination in your eyes he hadn’t seen until now. It made his breath hitch in his throat.

Breathy chuckle escaping his lips, and eyebrows furrowed when you sped your pace, gulping down more of your coffee.

“Uh, what?” you waved a hand dismissively.

“There’s a sunflower field in Fukuroi City, I think it’s west from here,” the tiniest of grins etched onto your features, “it’s gonna be a lot more interesting than the rest of those blank background. Plus, the yellow will compliment your clothes, and with the sun low in the sky I’ll get my perfect warm lighting,” you explained. Hawks wasn’t sure exactly how much of a difference it would make, but the idea seemed charming, and it was more exciting than being perpetually flanked by a white screen.

“Sounds good,” he chirped, “although, to be honest, you could take me out anywhere and I wouldn’t mind,” you rolled your eyes. 

“That’s a shame, because I don’t intend to hang around any more than I have to,” Hawks pouted, crossing his arms.

“Come on, I wanna know more about you!” you bristled.

“Good for you.” the two of you fell into a beat of silence before Hawks smiled, undaunted.

“I’m sure I can win you over somehow,” shaking your head in disbelief, you lifted the cup to your lips, before looking down disappointedly when you realised it was empty.

“I don’t have enough coffee for this,” you muttered. Hawks’ expression brightened. 

“That’s an easy fix: your agency is around here so you must know there area pretty well,” he spoke nonchalantly, as if he was on a casual lunch date and not in the most expensive outfit you’d seen in your entire life, “what’s the best place to grab a coffee?” for a moment, you looked taken aback, before shaking your head.

“Best café in these parts is the Sunset Hour,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck, “but as much as I have no inhibitions regarding bunking off work, that’s a little too far away. I need to take this pictures before the end of the day or Mizuki’ll submit those crappy ones she took in the studio,” Hawks nodded in understanding, smile never faltering for a second.

“Well I gotta get you your caffeine fix somewhere, so what’s the second best?” your expression scrunched in thought for a moment, before you jutted a thumb over your shoulder.

“There’s a Starbucks across the road,” he snickered seeing your blank expression.

“Not exactly where I would want our first date, but I suppose it’ll do,” rolling your eyes, you shoved the empty cup to his chest, which he gripped almost instinctively. 

“Good thing this isn’t a date, then,” Hawks grinned, sending your empty cup on a feather to the nearest bin before chasing after you as you crossed the road. You didn’t spare him a single glance when he appeared at your shoulder, nor when he reached over above your head to open the Starbucks door from behind you.

“So you’re saying we can have our first date somewhere else?” with a shallow sigh, you shook your head.

“What I’m saying is that there’s not gonna be a first date. Not between us,” his chest tightened. God, you were so mean. He’d be into that.

The inside of the Starbucks was a mix between modern, western architecture and traditional Japanese woodwork. The equipment was all cutting edge, and the tables and chairs were made with a sleek mahogany, but the windows were framed with bamboo shutters, and the backroom was separated with shoji sliding doors. It was an curious blend, one that you studied with an interest. The deep, earthy scent of roasted coffee beans heavily imbued the air, filling your nose with the aroma of something far more familiar. 

Given it was the late afternoon, and most people tended not to drink caffeine after 2pm, the patrons were few and far in between. Good for you, at least. It meant you wouldn’t get- “Hawks? Sorry to bother you but can we get a picture?” your head turned at the voice that rung out.

Two high school girls stood to your left, hands clutched together in front of their chests and a dark pink coating their cheeks. With a small sigh, you took a step forward in the small queue. Hawks smiled with all the faux charm in the world, an obvious change in his demeanour as his pride spiked.

“Of course! And just as it happens, I have my personal photographer here who can make sure your photos look amazing as you two do!” it took you a moment to register what he had said through the excited squeals of the girls before he clutched your shoulders and pulled you forward, causing you to stumble slightly. 

“Your what?” he sent you an audacious smirk, willing you to play along as one of the girls handed you her phone. Your first instinct was to decline, but as you met the eyes of the girls, so eager and bright, you couldn’t find it in you to disappoint them. 

Taking a couple steps back, you lifted the phone, slightly angling it so the picture looked more natural, and not that of a celebrity and their fans (even if it was). You squinted angrily at the poor lighting, but tried to rectify it the best you could. The girls looked a little tense, but Hawks was a natural. A liberal smirk played on his lips and shoulders rolled back, relaxed. Even with the low lighting, the highlights on his cheekbone and jawline were indescribably perfect, and you weren’t sure if the credit should go to you or his god-like genes.

“Wow, that’s perfect!” one of the girls cried, her body appearing by your side. You hadn’t even noticed her moving, “thank you so much!” you just nodded, handing her back her phone and crossing your arms, eyes narrowing at Hawks.

“If that’s all, ladies, we best be ordering,” they nodded frantically at Hawks’ words, sharply bowing and spouting their thanks to the two of you countless times. They left the Starbucks, but even outside you could still hear them fawning over the picture. He faced you with a grin, but you couldn’t muster up a smile.

“Don’t go around telling people I’m your personal photographer,” you sneered. He pouted, looking genuinely disappointed for a second. “What, you don’t wanna be mine?” “Not in the slightest.” 

“What will be your order, Miss?” the barista had directed the question at you, but it was clear his attention was elsewhere. You weren’t surprised, but a small swell of annoyance grew in your mind.

“Can I have a mocha with a double shot of expresso?” Hawks chuckled.

“Might as well have an expresso, you know. You’re basically just taking a shot of caffeine,” you shrugged.

“It’s my favourite drink. I like the chocolate taste,” he looked at you with round eyes, a small squeeze in his chest.

“And you, sir?”

“Oh, I’ll have the same, then,” he didn’t miss the way your eyes darted to him. The barista nodded, tapping for a couple seconds before turning back.

“That’ll be 660 yen,” “I’m paying,” Hawks blurted, even before you could offer. You were silent, a small nod in the affirmative rocking your head. As he handed over the bills, he chuckled. “You know, not that I mind, but usually couples would argue over who’s paying,” you rolled your eyes.

“We’re not a couple,” you watched the barista prepare your drinks, more of a way to occupy yourself rather than a genuine interest, “besides, you’re a lot richer than I am. I don’t mean to be impolite, but I’m sure you can lose 600 yen and still be good,” he hummed happily.

“No disagreements there.” “Are you two eating in or taking out?” the barista asked, in the midst of securing the plastic lids to the top of the cups. Hawks’ eyes sparkled as he turned to you with an excitement you assumed only appeared in children.

“Hey, we can-” “Take out,” you responded, giving a now deflated Hawks a challenging look, “I will leave you here if I have to.” the blonde grinned. “You wouldn’t. You need me for the pictures,” he sang, voice jovial.

“I don’t care about you that much. The sunflowers are probably less annoying subjects anyway,” oh. With no warning, his heart beat sped up, his wings puffing out slightly. Sure, he wouldn’t mind if you were a little nicer to him, but your insults were like a breath of fresh air. There was no doubt that Hawks loved the limelight, loved the popularity he got, but the relentless ass-kissing got old after a while. You kept him on his toes. Even if he was just constantly chasing after you every time you brushed him off, he didn’t care. 

“Put those away, bird brain,” it was then he realised his wings had spread further than he intended, stretched out on either side of him. One was curled right around his face, and he almost felt himself blushing as he pulled them in. It was just animal instincts, he assured himself. 

The rest of the journey was filled with a one-sided conversation of him talking and commenting on what was around you, with no response from you except the occasional witty retort or light-hearted jab at his expense, each one making his heart flutter. It wasn’t too long before you had arrived, the chain link fence around the plot stretching high above your head and corroded with orange rust. 

Rows and rows of bright yellow sunflowers stretched to the horizon, an immense display of summer vitality. The fragrance was potent, a sort of cloying sweetness that you didn’t hate. And just as you were about to enter, you knew you had made a mistake. 

“Oh.” Hawks stared at you incredulously, attention switching from your taken aback expression to the sign posted on the gate.

“You didn’t check to see it was open?” you looked up at him, allowing him to survey a tinge of remorse he hadn’t recognised until this point. 

“Look, how was I supposed to know? This place has always been open at this time since I was a little kid,” you rubbed your arm, brows furrowed. Hawks sighed, rolling his shoulders back.

“Well, the sun’s too low to go anywhere else outside,” he shrugged, “it’s no biggie, I guess. Those other photos weren’t too bad. Hey, now that we’re free, do you want to- what are you doing?” your foot was halfway in the gaps in the gate, the wedges on your heels making it hard to climb.

“I’m not wasting my day for nothing,” you growled, fingers curling around the metal, “get climbing, bird boy,” with a soft sigh, smile gracing his lips and a warm feeling in his chest, Hawks spread his wings.

“I think you’re forgetting something that’ll make this a lot easier,” you felt a cool draft on your back as Hawks flapped his wings, the feeling being quickly replaced by the warmth of his chest as he pulled you in. A foreign emotion coiled in your stomach, but you convinced yourself that it was just the flight.

One arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other supporting your knees, and all Hawks was thinking that such a gentle flight never felt so calming. 

Your feet tapped against the soft soil, sinking in to it slightly when the hero placed you down. You nodded your thanks.

“Let’s go over there, I want the sun coming in from the right,” Hawks nodded, content to just follow your orders. You pulled the tripod from your bag and set it up, adjusting it to your liking as Hawks looked around, trying to think of a pose. 

Once everything was ready, you turned your attention to Hawks.

“I want to humanise you,” he grinned curiously as you walked over.

“What do you mean by that?” he nearly gasped when you grabbed his chin, angling his face to the side and slightly up, towards the sun. You took a step closer, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. He bit his lip, hands trembling as you tugged slightly, trying to mess it up a little.

“All the photos I’ve seen on you always put a huge emphasis on either your wings or your hero status, and I don’t really see why,” you mumbled, placing one hand on his jawline while the other fixed his hair to your liking, letting a few strands fall in front of his eyes, “I think that just creates a divide. If they wanted you to seem angelic they should play that up, not just have it the norm,” you huffed, “anyway, I wanna put the emphasis on you and not your wings. So ideally if you could tuck them behind your back that would be wonderful,” 

Hawks nodded, disappointment filling him as you stepped away. He made sure not to move as he awkwardly folded his wings over each other and pulled them in, glancing at you with a look of apprehension. You just nodded in approval, leaning down to your camera. 

You took plenty of shots, allowing him plenty more opportunities to feel your hands on him (and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it). 

“Hey, why were you so late today?” Hawks dared to question while you were analysing your photos. You were perched on a bench, appreciating your work. The late sun cast a golden sheen on his skin, the spattering of glimmering rays highlighting his face in all the right places. 

“I was sleeping,” you responded, deleting an out of focus shot. His eyes narrowed.

“What?” “Just as it sounds. Figured if they were gonna make me work so I could only have three hours of sleep a night it was gonna be on their time, not mine,” he frowned, taking a seat next to you.

“They shouldn’t work you that hard,” you shrugged with a hollow laugh, blank gaze in your eyes. 

“What am I gonna do? Have them fire me? As much as I hate this job it’s the only thing that pays for my coffee in the morning,” he was silent as you stood up, stretching your arms behind your bag before tucking everything back in your bag. 

“Did you want to be a photographer?” he questioned, only to be met with a forlorn smile.

“Maybe at one point.” the two of you lapsed into silence before you sighed.

“Well, I’ve gotta submit these to Mizuki, and I’m sure you need-” Hawks caught your wrist, spinning you back around.

In the glow of the sunset, you looked almost ethereal. Your eyes gleamed, and cheeks warmed in the orange flare. Sunflowers framed your form, and the words caught in his throat, nearly stopping him from saying anything at all.

“Come work for me.” he blurted. You snorted.

“No.” all he could do was smile as you hopped back over the fence, not waiting up for him.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought you’d say.”

[bibbawrites]

What’s In A Name - Dad!Owen x Pregnant!Female Reader

Request: NONE

Word Count: 1028 words 

Summary: Part 3 of the Dad!Owen series, the gender reveal plus you and Owen spend some quality time discussing names for Baby Joyner 

Warnings: none? one use of the word dumbass lol i think that’s all?

A/N: part 3 here we go! i just thought this would be a cute little one to write (and yes it is little, sorry that its so short!), the gender reveal plus just chatting about baby names the name that you guys chose as the winner is in here but you won’t find out which one it actually is until she’s born hehe

if you have any ideas of what you’d like to see in the dad!owen series feel free to send them my way! 

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Time had flown since you had found out you were pregnant. It seemed like only yesterday that you were staring at those two pink lines on the pregnancy test, not knowing what was going on, and now you were getting ready to find out gender of the little baby inside you. 

Owen had been convinced the entire pregnancy that you were having a girl, telling everyone you knew, and frankly, you were worried what would happen if the confetti that exploded out wasn’t baby pink. 

You sighed, resting your hand on your tiny bump. There was no changing it now, Owen would just have to deal with it. 

“Y/N, you almost ready?” Owen’s voice came from the other side of the door and you took a deep breath. 

“Yeah I’m ready.” You opened the door, smiling when you found your boyfriend in the pastel pink hoodie he wore as Alex. He scanned your own outfit, a white dress with both pink and blue flowers on it. 

“Didn’t want to pick a side?” He teased, pulling you into a soft kiss, his hand going straight to your stomach. You smiled against his lips. 

“You know me, the indecisive bitch.” You replied and he giggled slightly. 

“If you’re ready to go we should head out. Charlie and Sav said to be there by 11 and it’s 10:30 now.” He told you and you nodded. 

The little gender reveal was going to be happening on set. You all spent most of your time there and you both figured that it was the perfect place to find out what the baby was. 

You linked your hand with Owen’s and the two of you headed out of the apartment and down to Owen’s car. 

In less than an hour you would know the gender of the baby. 

Kenny had allowed Savannah and Charlie to deck out the garage with decorations, and the two of them had set up the perfect little gender reveal, with balloons and streamers and tiny cupcakes. 

You smiled as you took in the sight. Savannah grinned at you from across the room, rushing over quickly to pull you into a hug. 

“I can’t wait for you to find out, it’s been killing Charlie and I.” She said and you laughed. The decision had been made to let both Savannah and Charlie find out the gender so that they could plan the party and you knew that they could both be trusted with the secret. 

“Well its finally time.” You replied, glancing around at the cast members who had filled the room, all wearing various shades of pink, blue or both, and both your family and Owen’s family on facetime calls being held by Jeremy. 

“Everyone ready?” You asked loudly, and everyone cheered in response. You joined Owen in the middle of the room, taking one of the confetti poppers from his hand. 

“Speech!” Charlie called from the side of the room and you and Owen exchanged a look. 

“Okay, well, we just wanna say thank you to everyone for being here and celebrating Baby Joyner, and we love you all.” Owen said. You nodded. 

“Also thank you to Sav and Char for setting this up.” You added, smiling at your two best friends. 

“Okay, are we gonna do this?” Owen looked at you. You smiled. 

“Let’s do it.” You agreed. “You guys wanna give us a countdown?” 

“Three!” 

“Two!”

“One!” 

On one both you and Owen twisted the poppers, and instantly the room was filled with shiny pink confetti.

“I knew it!” Owen exclaimed, picking you up and spinning you around as you laughed loudly. He placed you down and you pulled him in for a kiss. 

“You were right.” You said, grinning as the rest of the cast rushed in to engulf you in big group hug. You couldn’t stop smiling, the overwhelming feeling of love was insane. 

You could feel Owen’s hands on your stomach and you shut your eyes for a second. 

You were having a baby girl. 

And you couldn’t wait to meet her. 

Later that evening you and Owen were curled up in your bed, Nickelodeon playing softly on the TV since Owen insisted his little girl be “educated on good kids TV”. 

Owen had his head resting in your lap and his arms were wrapped around your tiny baby bump. You ran a hand through his hair and smiled. 

“You know, now that we know for certain she’s a girl, we should probably start talking about names.” You spoke up. Owen glanced up at you. 

“This suddenly just feels really real.” He admitted softly. You lent down and kissed the top of his head. 

“Don’t stress, it’s okay.” You whispered. He smiled slightly. 

“I know it will be. Cause we’re doing this together, and everything is always okay when we’re together.” He said and you rolled your eyes. 

“Calm down Romeo.” You teased and he giggled. “So, names?”

He pulled a face as he thought. 

“I’ve always liked the name Theo.” He said after a second. “Theo Joyner.” 

“Cute.” You replied, still playing with his hair. “What about Carla or Ella?” 

“I like them. I also like Aurora, like the princess.” Owen smiled. You giggled. 

“Okay Prince Charming.” You said and Owen groaned. 

“That’s Cinderella’s prince, dumbass. Aurora’s prince was Prince Phillip.” He told you and you playfully rolled your eyes. 

“Oh I’m sorry Mr Disney Princess expert.” You retorted and Owen grinned. “Any other names?” 

Owen paused again. 

“What about Olivia? Ooh or Diana.” He suggested. 

“Ooh I like them. Diana’s a bit unusual nowadays though, where’d you get that from?” You questioned. Owen looked away guiltily. 

“The One Direction song.” He admitted and you laughed. 

“Of course. Olivia too, right?” You asked and he nodded. You shook your head slightly. 

“You’re such a dork Owen Patrick Joyner.” You said and he grinned up at you. 

“But I’m your dork, right?” He tried, and you nodded. 

“And baby girl’s dork.” You added, and he smiled, squeezing his arms around your bump gently. 

You lent down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“And we wouldn’t change you for the world.” 

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˖⁺. “ it's too big ! ” : 

﹙ size difference monster boyfriend x gn reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . various characters x gn reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ antihero ˖ grim reaper ˖ mercenary ˖ detective ˖ snake god characters ﹚

what happens when you tell them it's too big?

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ size difference ˖ penetrative sex ˖ riding ˖ nipple play ˖ rough sex | wc : 0.8k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: might do a part two. been wanting to get this out hehe

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﹙alessio 781. ﹚. . . cocky bastard !! 🍓 : “yeah?” he’d chuckle. hands flatten along your thighs and he yanks you back into him. grinding into your gummy walls. the grin on his lips and the arch of his brow would fluster you. especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him and very aware of his size in comparison to you.

“awww yah? too big? that’s sweet.” his thumb strokes along your cheek before his lips are on yours. drawing out whimpers - and he’s not even fully inside yet.

he draws his thrusts out. make you feel just how big he is. before he’s pushing you back down into the sheets and perching one of your legs over his shoulder. a kiss to your shin, a wink flashed to you.

“time to show you whatcha got yourself into, huh?”

you’d have to grip onto his shoulders. your back arched as you whine out at the feeling. he takes it slow - at first - but he’ll make sure to show you how big he really is when he’s pounding you into the sheets rapidly.

“still too big? yeah? pobrecitttooo.”

꒰ mercenary ˖ antihero ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character ꒱

﹙talisen 781. ﹚. . . duality lover !! 🍒 : “oh bǎobèi.” his croon warms your heart. thumb stroking along your cheek before he reaches down and very gently grinds hi palm between your legs.

his kisses to your lips are sweet. assuring. he makes sure to swipe his thumb around his tip - collect his precum and stroke it over your awaiting entrance. he’s always made sure to lube you up, make sure you’ve cummed enough just to be certain.

“we will take it slow, alright? trust in me,” the soft whisper against your ear is a balm to your nervousness. and when he eases into you — you wrap you arms around his neck and cling. his words of praise and assurance spill over you. telling you how well you take it and just a little more.

let’s just say that by the time you were well-adjusted. all those praises still murmured above you; all while you were bent in half and rough-fucked into the sheets. your eyes crossed and blurred to that serene, devilish smile of his.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ naga ˖ hero character ꒱

﹙seong-jin 9948e. ﹚. . . compromiser !! 🍓 : “shame.” his dry voice makes your heart flutter. there he is. hands on either side of your head. cock ready to split you open - and all he does is say that.

he supports his weight on his knees. peppering warm kisses along your neck and slipping his fingers down. easing them back into you and giving a few, languid thrusts. his lips curling at the slew of desperate moans.

“you’re wet enough. needy too.”

his palm claps against the back of your thigh before he pushes it forward. pressing his tip up against your entrance while also holding you down. his gold eyes meeting yours. heavy, dark.

“gonna have to get used to be eventually, huh baby?” by the time he’s eased into you, your eyes are rolled back and all you can do is cling. as he slowly fucks you open. before eventually pressing you down onto your tummy and pistoning his hips wildly.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ detective character ꒱

﹙xīyáng 9819. ﹚. . . innovator !! 🍒 : “cute.” his voice rumbles, deep. his hands calloused from weapon-work running along your sides. caressing your curves as his cold lips find their way down your shoulders and chest.

those same hands grab at your thighs. pushing them open and nestling himself further between them. he gives your entrance a little tap after circling it with his fingers before his words sound from above you.

before you know it, he’s flipping you over so that you straddle his lap.

“then ride me, pretty.”

he’d ease into you slowly, talk you through it. slowly rolling your hips back into him to match his slow, easy thrusts. that would soon turn into wild, merciless fucking while you bury your hands into his hair and whine with every smack of his hips into yours. bouncing you like a ragdoll until you’re creaming all over him.

꒰ mercenary leader ˖ grim reaper character ꒱

﹙talisen 164. ﹚. . . motivator !! 🍓 : his low chuckle and the glint in his eyes was all you managed to catch before you’re yelping when his hands grab at your ankles. circle your legs around his waist and pin you further into the sheets.

long circles circle your hole. wriggling one in and accentuating your wet, lewd sounds as he curls and purposefully fucks it at an angle. tutting softly at your whines. gasps. and the arch to your back

“oh, but darling. . . you can take it.”

the head of his cock alone had you spinning. he makes you watch as he slowly eases. inch by inch. his hand in your hair while he whispers soft nothings above you. makes sure to pull all the way out - then snap back in. so that you feel the way that you clench around him.

and when he’s somehow - all the way inside? he’ll grin at you with his strained jaw. brow arching.

“see? not so hard, hmm?” if only to fuck you dumb and drooling.

꒰ snake god ˖ siren character ꒱

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis is pining for Harry. We hope you’ll enjoy this list. We also have a mutual pining rec list here and we will have a pining Harry rec list eventually. Happy reading!

1) Down On Your Knees, You Don’t Look So Tall | Explicit | 3445 words

Louis and Harry are friends, and best ones at that. Louis loves Harry more fiercely more than he's ever loved anyone, so he doesn't really have a problem with it when they start doing this thing. this wonderful, wonderful thing.

2) You Had Me At Hello | Explicit | 4529 words

Louis works in the shop next to Harry's cupcake shop.   Louis pines after Harry until he goes into a heat and Harry finally catches up.

3) Just Like Live Wires | Explicit | 5427 words

Harry climbs into Louis’ bed when he’s cold. Louis pines.

4) Something To Live For | Mature | 5535 words

After over a century of waiting for Harry to realize they're mates,  Louis gets his heart broken when his friend announces he's found his 'one' in a human girl named Teresa. Wanting only happiness for Harry, Louis accepts that it just wasn't meant to be and decides it's time to let go of the immortal life.

5) Five Times Harry Styles Was Jealous | Mature | 6184 words

Harry's jealous all the time but there were five times that definitely stand out. Five times that changed Louis and Harry's relationship.

6) On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine | Explicit | 9261 words

“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.

It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.

“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.  

Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.

“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”

“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.

“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”

7) Let The Beating Waves Come Drag Me Down | Explicit | 9447 words

“Just try it, the worst thing that could ever happen it’s that you won’t like it” Niall had told him. And there he was, on the way to one of these pubs created for perverts, willing to break up the routine to try something new, something that terrified as much as excited him.

One night to get swept up in passion, one night to let the devil get in.

"Tonight, I’m going to make you scream of ecstasy Louis,” he said with a raspy voice full of control, making him tremble with anticipation.

8) Got It Right Such A Long Time Ago | Explicit | 9699

There are a lot of people Harry might expect to find on his doorstep at three o’clock in the afternoon these days.

It could be the delivery man, come to drop off the pair of boots Harry impulsively ordered online last week. It could be one of his neighbors, dropping by to complain about how a party he’d thrown weeks ago had clogged up the street. It could also be any number of his friends in L.A., who stop by unannounced most days to mooch off Harry’s food or whisk him away to try some new yogurt shop.

As a rule, it definitely cannot be Louis Tomlinson, although Harry’s blinked at least three times now, and it’s still Louis standing there, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a duffel bag at his feet.

9) You Know What They Say | Explicit | 10232 words

Nice guys always finish last.

10) Call If You Need Me | Explicit | 10770 words

If anyone asks later on, Louis plans to tell them that it’s all Niall’s fault.

11) Love Is Like This; Not A Heartbeat, But A Moan | Explicit | 13150 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen.

Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

12) Just Let Me | Mature | 14714 words

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

13) We’re the New Romantics | Explicit | 16054 words

Alternatively, a high school au where Louis pines and Harry is not who he seems to be. Featuring peanut butter banana milkshakes, motorcycles, and first times.

14) Wait For Me (To Come Home) | Explicit | 16066 words

A future fic of time stamps where Louis finally comes to grips with a love he'd denied for too long.

15) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20154 words

Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do.

In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.

16) I Wanna Be More Than Friends | Not Rated | 20721 words

The one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

17) The Way The Storm Blows | Explicit | 21649 words

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

18) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30830 words

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

19) If Ignorance Be Bliss | Mature | 30429 words

Uni AU: Harry is too experienced, and Louis just wants to get to experience him.

20) Where The Lights Are Beautiful | Mature | 31170 words

The accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

21) Mark My Word (We Gon’ Be Alright) | Explicit | 35524 words

"He’s always known that there would come a time when Harry would bond with some beautiful, quiet omega, and they would have lots of curly-haired pups and live happily ever after.

Knowing it and living it are two very different things, though. Watching the object of your affection desperately search for a mate and completely disregard you as an option is all sorts of painful, but it is what it is, and Louis is just going to have to learn to live with that."

22) Before We Knew | Explicit | 39831 words

Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

23) Eyes Off You I Explicit | 39396 words

A Charlie’s Angels inspired fic where Louis is the brains, Harry is the charm, Liam is the muscle, and Niall drives the getaway car - and Zayn is there, too. sometimes.

24) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (Nut Please Don't Bite) | Mature | 42074 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

"...Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega..."

25) Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches | Explicit | 46625 words

A Friends with Benefits AU, in which Louis falls in love and Harry is jealous. There is some Karaoke singing somewhere in there, because how do you write a romantic comedy without a Karaoke scene?

26) Underneath The Moon | Mature | 46927 words

In five years’ time, Louis would be the one saying to his students about how he knew the great Harry Styles, in a time before he had ever put out an album or performed on a real stage. Harry fucking Styles had been his best friend and he still loved him, he always would. But they couldn’t stay that way.

27) The Sidelines | Explicit | 47078 words

Note: There are mentions of Top Louis.

Or Harry and Louis play hockey for Penn state and can’t stand one another, since they can’t keep their hatred off the ice their coach and team do what they can to keep their hard earned spot in the playoffs and their two star players from killing each other.

28) Waiting For The Tides To Meet | Explicit | 59873 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

29) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83615 words | Sequel

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

30) Inevitable | Explicit | 185917 words

AU where Louis and Harry used to be more than friends, but everything had to change the day Harry introduces Louis to his new girlfriend.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[oswlld]

Sooooo im sure there’s other/better things to do but instead, I have composed this Watchlist that I am sure will never be finished, under the cut. Pls feel free to also send recs for movies/shows for me to check out!

[REVISED 01/02/25]

all listed media are subject to change, depending on my mood honestly —

SHOWS - in no particular order

1899 (2024, MULTI) Dark (GER) Life’s a Glitch: with Julien Bam (2024, GER) See You in My 19th Life (KOR) Marry My Husband (KOR) All the Love You Wish For (KOR, TBA) Triage (THAI) House of Ninjas (JPN) First Love: Kieta Hatsukoi (JPN) Choona (HINDI) The Greatest Robbery of Brazil’s Central Bank (BRZ) Nobody’s Looking (BRZ) Black Sails (ENG) Our Universe (ENG) Life in Color (ENG) Abbott Elementary (ENG)** **= upon bestie’s request

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MOVIES - in no particular order

Robot Dreams (ENG, PLEX) Where the Wild Things Are (ENG, PLEX) O Brother, Where Art Thou? (ENG) The Parades (JPN) Sorry to Bother You (ENG) Clue (2PLEX) My Big Fat Greek Wedding Rewatch (ENG, PLEX)** Cities of Last Things (TAIW) Falling In Love Like in Movies (INDO) Chandigarh Kare Aashiqui (HINDI) Sesham Mike-Il Fathima (MALAYALAM) Vjeran Tomic: The Spider-man of Paris (FRA) The Persian Version (IST) Beyond the Universe (BRZ) The Tragedy of Macbeth (ENG, PLEX) The Creator (ENG) Suzume (JPN) **= upon bestie’s request

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Completed: LIZIQI Luca Behind the Try Gunpowder Milkshake Disney Insider Cosmos Possible Worlds The Mitchells vs the Machines Fantastic Mr Fox Muppet Haunted Mansion Star Wars: Visions What If…? Behind the Attractions Encanto Hawkeye Space Sweepers Chef’s Table Bad Buddy Wolfwalkers Make Happy Eternals Lupin Song Exploder Ali Wong Special Semantic Error Maya and the Three Tick, Tick… Boom! Turning Red Flee Street Food Latin America Among the Stars Twenty Five Twenty One Driving Home 2 U Killing Eve La Casa de Papel (DNF) Breaking Boundaries Doctor Who Special The Artist Breakfast, Lunch, & Dinner Cutie Pie (DNF) To My Star Making Fun Now You See Me HUMAN The World Within Moon Knight Blueming Sound of Magic Reset Bullsh*t Sucker Punch MARVEL Assembled Series Star Wars: Forces of Destiny BLACKPINK Kieta Hatsukoi Sketchbook Midnight in Paris Obi-Wan Color Rush Plus and Minus Badhaai Do To My Star 2 First Kill KinnPorsche Ms Marvel Newsies: the Musical Old Fashion Cupcake Mirai Lightyear Sense8 Rewatch Sandman Extraordinary Attorney Woo WWDitS s4 Hannah Gadsby: Douglas Everything Everywhere All at Once Lord of the Rings Rewatch Vice Versa Parent Trap Rewatch She/Hulk Alice in Borderland Doctor Who: The Power of the Doctor Glitch Sleep with Me Werewolf by Night Cherry Magic Cherry Magic: The Movie Bad Buddy Rewatch Andor Disenchanted Knives Out: Glass Onion Midnight at the Pera Palace Roman Holiday Doom at Your Service The Guardian Pinocchio Klaus Vice Versa Rewatch Heartstopper Our Great National Parks Fire of Love RRR A Trip to Infinity My Year of Dicks Le Pupille Puss in Boots: Last Wish National Treasure: Edge of History Gap the Series Wakanda Forever The 1619 Project My School President The Martha Mitchell Effect Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths Run for the Money Night Ride The Sea Beast The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse Tár An Ostrich Told Me the World is Fake and I Think I Believe It Summer of Soul Stranger at the Gate Marcel the Shell with Shoes On Ice Merchants Haulout The Flying Sailor Elephant Whisperer Somebody Feed Phil Vincenzo Midnight Museum Paper Girls Mandalorian s3 The Wandering Earth Art & Tech Bird in Hand All Those Sensations in My Belly How My Grandmother Became a Chair Udahnut Zivot Bombay Rose Latin History for Morons The Day of Becoming You Wet Hidari Mao’s Mango Cut King of the Sea Star Wars: Visions (s2) Our Skyy 2 (VV + MSP + BB) Across the Spiderverse Mr Pete & The Iron Horse BJ’s Mobile Gift Shop Kukeri Keys to the City My Tooth, Your Love Voices Rising: Music of Wakanda Forever Show Me Love The Half of It The Eighth Sense Kabe Koji Secret Invasion (DNF) Glove Chicken Stories Goodnight Henry La Plongeuse The Tobos Dial Tone Salvation Has No Name Hysteresis Soft Animals Cat and Moth The Little Mermaid Our Beloved Summer Drifting Home I Told Sunset About You Ball People Well Wishes My Love, Your Love Meow or Never Stranding Stay Mountain Myrna the Monster Under the Skin I Lost My Body Barbie Lupin, p3 Wendell & Wild Haunted Mansion Secrets in the Hot Spring Over the Garden Wall A Time Called You (DNF,) Once Upon a Crime The Oskars Fantasy ONI Black Holes Doctor Who Specials The Holiday Interview with the Vampire, s1 Schitt’s Creek The Good Place Rewatch Flavorful Origins Chevalier Last Twilight Moving (KOR) BlacKKKlansman (ENG) High on the Hog (ENG) African Folktales (MULTI) Sky Ladder: The Art of Cai Guo-Qiang (MULTI) Over the Moon (CMN, DNF) The Barber of Little Rock (ENG) Your Name Engraved Herein (TAIW) Pachyderme (FRA) The Last Repair Shop (ENG) Perfect Days (JPN) Invincible (FCAN) Bobi Wine: The People’s President (Multi) The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar (ENG) Nimona (ENG) Ninety-Five Senses (ENG) Rustin (ENG) Ridder Lykke (DAN) 20 Days in Mariupol (ENG) Elemental (ENG) El Conde (MULTI) Poor Things (ENG) The Holdovers (ENG) Era’s Tour Movie (ENG) American Symphony (ENG) Four Daughters (ARAB) Society of the Snow (SPA) Oppenheimer (ENG) Yellow Door: ’90’s Lo-Fi Film Club (KOR) Always a Witch (SPA, DNF) Pedro (SPA) 23.5 Degrees (DNF) Murderville (ENG) Polite Society (ENG) Devil’s Plan (KOR) Doctor Who (ENG) Cinderella, Brandy (ENG) KB Somebody Feed Phil, s7 (ENG) The Boy and the Heron (2024, JPN) OSCAR Attack on Titan (JPN, DNF) Three Body (CMN, DNF) Moana 2 (ENG) Wicked (AND the Singalong, ENG)

Pls see tags for more info - thank you!

[sazzafraz]

whatever its free

almost all of that doc is unsalvageable as in its just my notes to self which are. uh. not a narrative

She picks her coffee up and shifts the plate aside. The paper underneath is dirt smudged and barely legible. Sakura takes a sip of her coffee and contemplates what it would like to be truly surprised by the shape of the new world. 

The paper is old, she would have been fourteen when she saw it last, and it has not aged particularly gracefully. Underneath the official Konoha header is the tight scrawl of the jounin commander and the messy script of her shishou’s hand. Underneath that is Sakura’s own handwriting. The strokes are timid and rushed, like a little girl being scolded for stealing her mother’s lipstick. Sakura wasn’t quite a child when she signed her name to the bottom of the page but she wasn’t far enough away from ribbons and cupcakes to truly understand. 

I, Haruno Sakura ID: 012601, shinobi of Konohagakure and citizen of Hi no Kuni under our Daimyo, the 23rd of his title, do solemnly swear to never reveal the details of mission 123-575-889b. I understand that in signing this oath I agree to-

Well, a lot of things. Underneath all that, in a neat box that Sakura has never once seen filled out, is a small red stamp that says Redacted.      

And to think it was going to be such a nice day. 

so the thesis of this was going to be the thin line of sakura’s duty and morality as well as what kunoichi are in terms of ‘shadow work’ (the non pagan kind) and like. the set up was after ‘history has its eye’ which i WISH i’d finished because its conceit is necessary to most of the extended ntfs universe but, here: 

danzo is taken to trial by a jury of his peers in Oto and Konoha, considering the length and breadth of his crimes Uzumaki Karin is called in to way judgement as part of a good will diplomatic gesture. concurrently tsunade is trying to keep konoha steady while wave after wave of black ops missions are being redacted and the whole shinobi world is being forced into an awkward position by the sharp difference in values between it and the civilian populace. in the past uzumaki mito deals with becoming the wife of a very famous, very powerful man who can and does skirt the necessary politicking of ninja bullshit, accidentally setting precedents that would echo forward to danzo’s trial. along with managing her brother in law, who is absolutely NOT perfecting a jutsu that raises the dead and harvesting organs to sell on the black market in between creating humane policy, and her husbands ex, who just committed treason and is slamming bijuu into each other like its a game of paddywack and is also sometimes right? infuriating

we follow these three storylines until on the second day of his trial, after it becomes clear that the cultural differences are too wide to safely gap (the shinobi look like they want to go easy on them, the civilians are setting a precedent that will be real hard to roll back) Danzo stands up and is like ‘i have the’ wisteria papers’ of most of the people in this room hmu if u want ur secrets exposed’ and everyone just loses it

hennyways our bodies possessed, the sakura fic, was about one of these redacted missions that takes place when sakura is about 14, new to her apprenticeship and a target for assassination by danzo, tsunade plays a game of keep away sending sakura on a dangerous mission in T&I which involves her learning how to do ‘honeypot’ work. she and her instructors, a multi time failure of the jounin exams and a clan member with opaque interests, journey to what will eventually become kuebiko hospital. long story short, tsunade plays a sharp hand, danzo is nearly assassinated and sakura becomes a queenpiece in espionage, her poor disposition for it aside

and the meta story was going to be me thinking about then-11 years in this fandom and all the good work and the poor about sex in the time of shinobi. i’m not gonna name names but important here: consent. i am the most boring person on earth about this but how consent both narratively and meta-narratively has been reconstructed heavily in the last nine years or so. i started reading naruto fanfic in 2005. no one warned for anything. maybe explicit content and seme/uke nonsense but apart from that? no. and while i’m not going to get on a soapbox about this, because it doesn’t matter much, a bulk of naruto fic was written before a03, which means a bulk of its trends were too. back to consent, the concept of duty to village and a shinobi way already blurs consent. did kakashi actually consent to receiving his sharingan for example, that's a life long body alteration. can you truly consent to die and kill for your country blah blah. where this intersects with sexual consent is......wide ranging. i remember how often ‘sex training’ was part of harem fics and teacher/student dynamics and while i practice a YMMV mindset i found the inclusion as a natural outcome of being a shinobi really weird? sex work is not easy. full contact sex work is not easy. you can’t exactly train for it and while there’s certainly the idea of geisha (gross western ideas) the place that they take up culturally is not synonymous with sex. the kind of sex work exemplified in these fics again, would not be something you would want a career soldier for, too many tics and nics. and i don’t really believe the market for it is going to be so large that a dedicated team makes sense. especially when a normal sex worker would probably do fine? so this weird combination being stuck together as a realistic outcome is just baffling.

so i put sakura in it. proud sakura, who wouldn’t bend to anyone. virgin sakura, who cared about her body in a way that a kunoichi shouldn’t. and finally emotionally hurt sakura having lost her whole team to outside forces in the position of having to learn intimacy and sabotage as a form of violence. it was never going to be detailed but the point was to draw lines about the body and what it does. the female body specifically. and the problem immediately became that like, she would have to be vulnerable to do it. it became an examination of what women where willing to ask other women to endure. what sakura had to construct to be able to do it. i’ve pretty much maintained my position that of team 7 sakura is the only one whose actually good at her job. i realise now that this sounds darker than it would have been. i can’t say it was all like, current day ideas of consensual but no one would have said shit in 2008.        

tldr: sex workers as information gatherers is mildly realistic, shinobi as sex workers just generally? not so much.  

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Mark of a Star

Mark of a Star by mydadscumsock, peppermint cupcake

Shinsou has a soulmate mark still in his 2nd year and doesn't seem to be in a rush to find them. That changes when he steps foot in class 2-A.

Words: 1675, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri, Tokoyami Fumikage, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, POV Alternating, denki is a silly goose, erasermic family yelling, Dadzawa, Eri is a Little Shit, Shinsou is a simp, Bakusquad, Carpooling, Sleepovers

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32121649