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Baking cookies for my love! , I stir and mix~❣️
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Pairing: (❤️💜) Jan Peteh x Nace Jordan (🐈⬛💞🐕), (💖💙) Bojan Cvjetićanin x Jure Maček/implied (🎤💕🥁), (🧡🖤) Kris Guštin x Damon Baker/mentioned (👑💗📸)
Warnings: (‼️) minor depictions of a character throwing up off-screen (Bojan fr eats raw cookie dough like the chaotic puppy he is) , RPF! don’t like, don’t read. Just a whole lotta fluff N gay pinning from here on out :3 (❕)
Word count: (👾🗒️) 1.3k/roughly (📝😭)
Tags: (🎁🐱) tooth-rotting fluff/baking as a love language/pinning/very, very gay pinning/author can’t tag to save their life/flour fights/Bojan’s only purpose here is to look pretty and be a lil shit /just two kitties and one puppy being chaotic and in love/Igor being his dad’s no.1 wingman/the inherent eroticism of making bear-shaped cookies for ur crush as a birthday gift/obligatory heart to heart while ur other best friend is throwing up raw cookie dough in the toilet (🍪🧸)
Summery: (🧈💘) Nace’s birthday is only a week away and Jan still hasn’t been able to find a good enough gift for the older bassist that he *just* so happens to have a not so small (read: big fat) crush on, and with the other 3 getting increasingly more sick of both boy’s *obvious* homoerotic pinning, 2 of them decide to help him out a little (🤮😽)~
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{5 hours prior}
“Why don’t you try baking him some gluten-free cookies or something ”? , Jure suggested — it’d been atlest three hours since band practice ended for the day. But with a certain turtle owning, Pokémon loving, big brown eyed brunette bassists birthday coming up a week from now, one of their guitarists may have had an internal crisis over what to get him which leads the four boys to their current situation. Brainstorming ideas back and forth till something finally clicks. Just like how they’ve always done when it comes to their music…
Except working on a new song or playing around with different beats and cord progressions is currently the last thing on their minds right now. Instead having to help out their permanently tired, cat-like main guitarist who oh so coincidentally had sorta gained a “teeny tiny baby (read: incredibly giant ass ) crush ” on the soon-to-be birthday boy.
“Jure, ur a genius “! , the guitarist in question quipped. Signature smirk tugging at his lips then whipping out his phone and googling the best gluten-free cookie recipes. As the youngest of the three let out a sigh of relief then muttered a quiet “finally ” while jumping off their rehearsal spaces infamously worn-out couch and gently taking his guitar of it’s stand. Their frontman following suit. ”maybe if Janči can get his shit together with Nace by next week, you could finally score a date with Damon ”~ , “yeah yeah, shut up Bojći ”. He shot back playfully, only a slight pink tint dancing across his cheeks from the other’s teasey comment.
{present time}
Plopping a stick of softened butter into one of the many bowls layed out on the counter as another set of hands belonging to their shortest bandmate passed the caster and light brown sugar to Jan for mixing into a large bowl as he began stirring all the dry ingredients together while the older of the two started cracking an egg then stirring it thoroughly till it’d had combined with the butter/sugar mixture. Handing over another set of ingredients and sift to his boyfriend, Bojan attempted dipping his finger into the flour bag then booping Jure’s nose. Electing a giggle out of the taller drummer who retaliated by butterfly kissing Bojan’s nose till a white, powdery mark appeared as the younger flashed his iconic smile from the sudden movement.
One flour fight and change of jeans later, Jan went back to mixing the batter until they were left with a soft, slightly sticky dough for shaping. Hoping they had enough leftover to make bear ears to decorate their confection with, only turning around when they all heard a faint sound of a meow and Bojan cooing over the fluffy creature while simultaneously keeping his little paws from getting prints all over the counter and adorable little head into the butter tub.
While Jure was spooning the dough onto a baking tray and helping Jan mould them into their desired shape, the blonde’s lover sneakily curled his fingers around the rim of the mixing bowl and stole a few bites of the (raw mind you) batter. Sure, he may of eaten more than the recommended amount. BUT it’s not like it’s HIS fault cookie dough is one of the greatest foods ever invented. Only pulling away when their guitarist turned around to check on Igor and give the cat some pets, chin scratches and letting him sniff his dough coated fingers. Until Jure noticed the bowl’s rim was suddenly clean and the only person closest enough to stick a hand in it other than him was Bojan.
“Bojan, did you just eat raw cookie dough straight from the bowl “?-
“No”….
“Bojćiiiii ”.
“If raw dough isn’t ment to be eaten, they why does it taste so good “!
“I swear if you get sick again, Kris is gonna have to lock you in the apartment so you’ll actually rest for once “-
And as if his friend had been gifted the power to speak anything he merely desired into reality right then and there, Bojan’s face contorted into a grimace and darted to the toilet. After both boys let out equally disgruntled twin sighs, they began placing the batter filled baking trays into the oven and cleaning everything up. (And maybe playing a round or two of rock, paper, scissors to see who’s on dish duty), while Jan kept a watchful eye on the cookies so they wouldn’t burn to bear-shaped crisps. Igor strutting over and sitting next to the dark-brunette guitarist, curiously gazing at the sweet treat rising from the sheer heat his dad’s oven provided.
“What if he doesn’t like them at all “? — the second youngest bandmate spoke all of a sudden. Tone sounding a hybrid between unsure and questioning. Drying the last of the spoon’s and abandoning it on the rack, Jure appeared next to him and crouched down infront of the oven as Igor started pawing at the blonde’s shoes. Staring Jan dead in the eyes while he deadpanned “were talking about the same man who made turtle shaped gingerbread cookies with mini Christmas hats and ugly sweaters on. Why wouldn’t he like them “?!
He asked with a look of “ I knew you weren’t always the most aware, but Jesus fucking Christ “.
Shuffling around to face the other boy, Jure placed both hands on Jan’s shoulder’s with a fond sigh and said matter of factly “have you seen the way Nace looks at you when we’re playing infront of a crowd? Like you literally hung every single star in the sky single-handedly just for him to look up at every night before he goes to bed, or how he smiles when you smile back him, even if it’s only for a couple of minutes ”.
“he’s just doing that to be polite Muca! And knowing him, he’d probably take the cookies and say thank you then flash that stupidly perfect dimpled smile he has then throw them in bin as soon as he get’s inside or he’ll think their stupid but won’t say anything cuz he’s too nice and sweet for his own good or, or “-
“Or he could like them sooo much, he invites you over the next day to say thanks and then kisses you and say’s he loves you like we all know he wants to ”! , a familiar voice chimed in from the bathroom out of the blue. The same voice then resuming the gagging noises and grotesque sounds it’s been making for over an hour now. It’s owners lover rolling his eyes fondly then scrambling to pour a glass of water and hurry upstairs to help their frontman. So much for being the one who’s severely allergic to any sort of health and safety.
The sudden ping of the oven made a beeline straight to Jan’s ear’s, pulling him out of his trance as the Slovene fitted a pair of oven gloves on and gently pulled the tray of cookies out from the machine onto the counter closest to it. Leaving them to cool for a couple of minutes before sticking the pre-made bear ears on and throwing on some finishing touches, finally transporting each one into a box they (read: Jure and Bojan) decorated from head to toe in rainbow confetti, turtle stickers, Pokémon drawings, violet candles and a big purple ribbon neatly wrapped around the box’s lid.
“You think he’ll like them, Igor “? — He whispered to his furry friend who was currently lazing around underneath one of the stools, only getting a slow blink and yawn in return.
“Thought so “…<3
#I’ve come out of hibernation 2 post this lil fluff fest cuz it may be my least favourite child but I’m somewhat proud of it :333333#Nace deserves *A L L* the gluten-free treats N he’s gonna get just that 😙😙😙😙😙😙😙😙😙😙💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜#the aftermath is up 2 u 2 decide~#RPF/#big juicy N Jan je bog#ft: little puppy Prince N his chaotic orange kitty bf#ft: Supermodel N the photographer that definitely fucked him#nace jordan#jan peteh#bojan cvjetićanin#jure maček#kris guštin#damon baker#jance#bojure#damkris#joker out#obligatory Bojure cuz there still not enough content of them N if I have 2 do it myself then so be it ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️#Igor is the best character actually-
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Really pissed off that someone felt entitled enough to ruin your good day and be an ass about you writing your story the way you wanted to as it fucking should be. You're literally one of the sweetest most talented people in the pedro fandom. I will never get over how kind and welcoming you were to me and how you encouraged me to write my first ever fic!!! And your talent is genuinely awe inspiring. I haven't even read Palamino yet and i know for a FACT that it is one of the greatest pieces of writing ever! I know how brutally it hurts to have someone shit on your hard work (esp with the amount of heart you put into it) but please know that while one person is a ginormous ass, there's a whole army who love and support you and are grateful for everything you write every single time. Sending lots of hugs and good vibes your way 💖
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Raven 😭 I really have no words but thank you, you have always been so sweet and supportive, you always bring a smile to my face! Trust me, I still think about tattoo artist!Jack and his girl from across the street, I'm so humbled that I managed to convince you to give writing a try ❤️ Thank you for this message, you really lifted me spirits, like you always do. I hope you've been well darling!
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Cait this was just the Halloween smutty fun I needed to read 🤭❤️ You have me all giddy and blushing over here 🫣💖
All my feelings under the cut as always 💞
First of all, I love everything about the friend group, like I miss them so much so I love seeing them in fics 😭❤️❤️ The matching costume with Nat was so cute!! Steve as a pirate and Sam as a cowboy—perfect!! And Bucky being Bucky and not really having a costume was hilarious lol
"Come on!" The red-faced vendor insists, looking at Bucky. "Don't you want to win your girl a giant sloth? Perhaps a giant giraffe? If she was mine, I'd be winning her any prize she wants. I'll give you five throws for ten doll-" "Fine, fine," Bucky relents, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. You notice a faint hint of pink blooms along the apples of his cheeks, but he doesn't correct the man when he calls you his girl. "You've worn me down," he sighs as he shoves a crumpled ten dollar bill into the man's hand.
^ Omg not him blushing over that, so sweet!! 🩷 I wouldn’t correct the man either 😌💖
"She'll take the bunny," Bucky tells him before he can erase the stunned look off of his face. He points to a large, flop-eared purple bunny hanging from the upper row of prizes.
^ I love this scene so much!!! Him winning the purple bunny for the reader and remembering that she loves bunnies 🥹💜 Too cute!! And the way he carries it for her too 🥺💕
"Or what?" One of them taunts. "You'll use that little pitchfork on us? Jokes on you, because we're into that." "What if I used it on you?" A familiar voice comes from behind them. "Would you still like that?" Before they can even turn around to identify the voice, Bucky is pulling him back by the hood of his sweatshirt and throwing him on the ground with little to no effort. The other one attempts to stumble away as Bucky turns his attention to him.
^ Bucky stepping in oh my 👀💗💗 And him doing it with the purple bunny in one hand I cannot 😂 imaging in my head made me cackle 🤣
I love that he’s like I know you could handle it, but you handling it would’ve been a whole show 💀 I can imagine the ass kicking the reader would’ve done if it weren’t for Bucky stepping in 😂
The ferris wheel, huh? 👀🎡❤️ oh, the tension and the proximity 🤭💓 love it!!
"That depends," he contemplates. "Are you my girl?" You open your mouth to answer when the sensation of his index finger grazing the fabric that covers your cunt makes you forget how to speak. You sit there with your mouth agape as he hooks a finger into the cotton panties. He eases a finger through your folds, lubricating it in your slick before adding a second finger and massaging the pads of them over your sensitive clit. "Feels like you're my girl."
^ EXCUSE ME 🫠❤️🔥❤️🔥 WOW WOW WOW 🥵💗 What a way to confirm it 🫣❤️❤️
You can't help but snort a laugh at the position of the large stuffed animal - directly over Bucky's crotch. "Real discreet," you tell him, glancing down at the bunny and then back up to the semi-pained expression on his face.
^ Once again I’m giggling over here 😂 that poor bunny has witnessed so much and is about to witness even more 😳💗
Oh, what a cheeky little shit handing that old man $100 to have a private moment with the reader 😂❤️🔥 And the fact that’s it’s about to happen in a mirror maze with all those lights and mirrors 👀😳🫣💖
Adrenaline begins to kick in when he pulls away, looking down at you with lust blown pupils. He sinks to the floor below you, kneeling in front of your cunt as he raises your dress around your waist and tugs your panties down your legs and over your boots. He slips them into his back pocket before hiking one of your legs across his shoulder.
^ I need a moment 🫠❤️❤️ the mental image is just 😮💨💗💗
Cait, as always you write the smut scenes so perfectly and have me losing my mind 🤭💗💗 My heart can’t take it sometimes 🥵❤️🔥 (who am I kidding yes it can 🤭💗) This was so hot and so in season!!! 🎡💜 I’m already so ready for Halloween and this was just the cherry on top I needed 👀💕
Poor Sam though, having to be a fifth wheel now 😂❤️ Maybe the bunny will keep him company for the rest of the festival fun 🐇💜 I will be thinking about ferris wheels & mirror mazes for the rest of the day so thank you 😌🎡❤️🪞
devil's in the backseat
bucky barnes x reader
word count: 3.7k
summary/prompt: a night at coney island with your friends turns out much differently than expected.
or getting fucked in front of a mirror
author's note: this is my first halloween fic!! this was so much fun to write. if you've read haunting adeline, then you know exactly what inspired the mirror maze scene! also disclaimer i have never been to coney island so if any of this is inaccurate then just pretend ok it's fiction :))
warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only content, sex in a public setting, mirror sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, friends to lovers, romanogers makes an appearance! kind of grumpy!reader, protective bucky, random men being creepy, language, reader is afab, she/her pronouns, reader pov, no use of y/n, porn with a little plot, fluff
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“I can't fucking believe I let you talk me into wearing this.”
You tug the tight, cherry red colored velvet fabric of the babydoll dress in place for the dozenth time since arriving at Coney Island.
“What? You look hot. Plus, our costumes go great together.”
Natasha's costume mirrors your own - except hers is a pearlescent white and instead of a pitchfork and horns, she dons angel wings and a halo.
“I don't feel hot. I feel cold. It's fifty degrees and the sun hasn't even set yet.” If it wasn't for the black thigh high boots that cover the majority of your legs, you'd be shivering in the chilly late October weather.
“It's not my fault that you put off getting a costume until the last minute and had to pick through what little was left at Spirit Halloween,” she mumbles, passing you one of the cups of apple cider that the cashier hands to her. You gladly accept, sucking down the hot liquid in hopes that it will warm you from the inside.
Her phone dings as the two of you walk towards the rides. “It's Steve,” she informs you as she reads the text message. “They just got here,” she looks back up at you with a smirk on her face and a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Bucky decided to come with them.”
You roll your eyes, suddenly hating your borderline provocative costume even more.
“I thought he was leaving for a job in Denver this evening?”
It's not that you didn't want to see Bucky. It's that you didn't want to see Bucky dressed like this. As if you don't already get flustered around him when you're dressed in normal, everyday clothing. The hem of your dress barely conceals the curve of your ass and your tits are practically spilling over the low neckline.
“Guess it's been postponed,” she shrugs, nudging you with her shoulder.
The two of you turn to look in the opposite direction when a familiar voice calls your names. You see Steve, Sam, and Bucky walking towards you. Steve is dressed as a pirate, eyepatch and all. Sam wears a cowboy costume with an oversized hat, concealing the upper half of his face entirely.
And Bucky? Bucky wears jeans and a navy blue Henley.
Yeah, you're regretting any of your life choices that lead up to this moment.
“Well, well, well,” Sam drawls as he tips his hat back enough to take in yours and Natasha’s outfits. “Look what we have here. An angel and a devil. Have you two already entered the costume contest for best duo or should I go add your names?”
“You wouldn't dare,” you scold him. Natasha just laughs, falling into Steve’s embrace as he plants a kiss to her forehead.
“We should, you know,” Natasha agrees. “I think we'd have a pretty good shot at winning.”
“Yeah, right,” you retort, looking around at some of the more elaborate, creative costumes that many of the strangers around you are sporting. You notice a man and woman dressed as Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz and know that you and Nat wouldn't stand a chance in a costume contest. “And what about you?” You acknowledge Bucky, your eyes skimming up and down his civilian clothes. “Didn't have time to pull together a costume?”
He smirks, his eyes trailing up your figure for a heated moment before he responds. “I'll have you know that I am in costume, actually.”
Steve and Sam both snort in laughter.
“Oh yeah? And what are you supposed to be, exactly?”
He tugs up the sleeve of his shirt, showing off the shiny vibranium that is his left arm.
“I'm the Winter Soldier,” he says with a smug grin. “Obviously.”
“How creative,” you praise sarcastically.
“Cut me some slack,” he feigns insult. “I was supposed to be halfway to Colorado right now. I didn't have time to pull together anything too cute.” His eyes flicker to your dress and boots at the word cute. If anyone else notices, they say nothing.
“What are we doing just standing around here?” Natasha exclaims, tugging Steve in the direction of the rides and games. “I want to ride every ride and eat funnel cake.”
They race ahead of the rest of you, with Sam close behind, leaving you and Bucky to fall into step beside each other.
“So, why did your mission get postponed?” You ask casually, trying to fight down the nerves that threaten to bubble over every time you're alone with him.
“Beats me,” he shrugs. “Fury didn't give much of an explanation. I got the text as I was loading my bags into the car to head out.”
“That's annoying,” you mumble, swallowing the remnants of your hot apple cider. “I'm sorry,” you tell him with a glance in his direction. “I'm sure it was for a good reason.”
He shrugs. “I'm here, so I can't be too mad about it.”
Before you can overthink exactly what he means by that, you're both brought to a halt when a jolly looking man in a Ghostbusters costume steps directly in front of you, blocking your path.
“This little devil looks like she needs a giant sloth!” He exclaims, gesturing towards the prizes hanging above the balloon darts station next to you.
“Oh, no,” you start. “That’s okay–”
“Come on!” The red-faced vendor insists, looking at Bucky. “Don't you want to win your girl a giant sloth? Perhaps a giant giraffe? If she was mine, I'd be winning her any prize she wants. I'll give you five throws for ten doll–”
“Fine, fine,” Bucky relents, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. You notice a faint hint of pink blooms along the apples of his cheeks, but he doesn't correct the man when he calls you his girl. “You've worn me down,” he sighs as he shoves a crumpled ten dollar bill into the man's hand.
The man accepts the money with a satisfied, toothy grin and hands Bucky five darts.
“If you get three out of the five throws, you can choose a prize from here,” the man gestures towards a section of smaller prizes. “And if you get all five throws, you can choose–”
The man is cut off by the sharp popping sound of a balloon, and then a second, and a third, until all five darts have been impaled on the board in a consecutive line in a matter of seconds.
“She'll take the bunny,” Bucky tells him before he can erase the stunned look off of his face. He points to a large, flop-eared purple bunny hanging from the upper row of prizes.
Unlike the vendor, you aren't shocked by his perfect aim at all. Anyone who knows Bucky would have known that he wouldn't miss a single shot. You are shocked, however, that he chose the bunny without even asking which prize you want.
The man in the Ghostbusters costume grabs the bunny and hands it to you, surprise still etched on his face. He mumbles a quick goodnight before he's moving onto the next people approaching the stand.
“How did you know I'd want the bunny?” You ask Bucky, trying to juggle the stuffed animal, your empty cup of cider, and your pitchfork all in your arms.
“You like bunnies, right? It was an educated guess.” He shrugs, moving through a thick crowd of people away from the game stations. “Here, let me carry it for you,” he offers when he notices the large stuffed animal is obstructing your vision. You hand it over to him and he tucks it underneath his metal arm.
“Thank you,” you tell him, your cheeks heating at the realization that he'd remembered such an inconsequential piece of information about you. You do like bunnies. The cold night air suddenly feels a lot more balmy.
“I'm - uh - I'm going to find a trash can real quick,” you say as you wiggle the empty cup in your hand. Truthfully, you just need a moment to collect yourself.
You begin walking in the opposite direction before he can reply, your eyes scanning the throng of people for a garbage can.
So what if he knows that you like bunnies? It's a pretty trivial fact that probably means nothing. You know that Natasha’s favorite animal is flamingos - because she's your friend. It's normal for friends to know things that their friends like.
Right? Right.
“I like that outfit a whole lot, baby. But I think you'd look even cuter in just the boots and those horns.”
You're so lost in your internal monologue that you don't even notice two men closing in on you as you toss the empty cup into a trash can. Unlike most of the people here tonight, neither of them are in costumes. They stand so close to you that you can smell booze on their breath.
“Oh, fuck off,” you groan as you attempt to walk away, but they've effectively blocked you between their bodies and the large garbage can behind you. Wicked grins grow on their faces as you realize that you can't get by them.
“Look, I don’t have the patience for this tonight. Get out of my fucking way.”
“Or what?” One of them taunts. “You'll use that little pitchfork on us? Jokes on you, because we're into that.”
“What if I used it on you?” A familiar voice comes from behind them. “Would you still like that?”
Before they can even turn around to identify the voice, Bucky is pulling him back by the hood of his sweatshirt and throwing him on the ground with little to no effort. The other one attempts to stumble away as Bucky turns his attention to him.
He still has your bunny clutched in his flesh hand - despite the seriousness of the situation, you have to bite your lip to keep from smirking at the sight. You don't know of anyone who could be quite as intimidating while holding a stuffed purple bunny.
“What about you?” Bucky asks, towering over the guy by half a foot. “You got anything you wanna say?”
“I - no - we didn't know she was with someone,” he half slurs, half stutters out. His gaze flickers to Bucky's vibranium hand. The man on the ground manages to stand back up, following after his friend.
“Now you know,” Bucky calls after them as they quickly hobble away.
“I had that handled, you know,” you tell Bucky with a nod towards your pitchfork. “But thank you, anyway. Really.”
He places a gentle but firm grasp on the top of your arms and begins to tug you in the opposite direction, guiding you through the small crowd that had stopped to witness the altercation.
“I have no doubt about that,” he sighs, releasing his grip on you when the two of you are a reasonable distance away. “But I also don't doubt that you handling it would have drawn even more attention.”
He's right. If he hadn't stepped in, your method of handling it would have been even more dramatic.
“They would have deserved it,” you mumble. “I knew I shouldn't have worn this stupid costume.”
“They definitely would have deserved it,” he agrees. “And your costume isn't stupid. You should be able to wear any costume you like without getting harassed by drunk assholes.”
The two of you approach the ferris wheel as it comes to a slow stop, a couple getting out of one of the cars. You and Bucky flash your wristbands to the operator, who offers to hold your pitchfork for you while you’re on the ride.
“Besides,” he continues as you sit down next to each other in the car, the operator locking the gate in place. “I happen to like your costume. A lot.” He turns his head to you, his gaze trailing from the tops of your thigh high boots and up to the felt horns that adorn your head.
There's a shift in energy as the ferris wheel suddenly comes to life, sending you sliding across the limited space of the metal bench seat and right up against him.
“Oh, yeah?” You tease with your face a few inches from his. Close enough to see your reflection in his irises. “Is that why two different people have implied that I'm yours tonight and you haven't corrected either of them?”
“Your costume had nothing to do with that. I wouldn't have corrected them even if you were dressed as a giant banana,” he says, his tone and face both serious. “Does it bother you that I didn't correct them?”
“No,” you answer automatically - eagerly. You should feel embarrassed, but with the way he's looking at you, and how good it feels to be pressed so snug against him, you can't find it within yourself to care. “I didn't correct them either,” you point out.
The ferris wheel comes to a stop to let new people get on when your cart reaches the peak.
“And why is that?” he asks lowly. If you weren't sitting so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him over the obnoxiously loud carnival music that pours from speakers in between the ferris wheel's carts.
He wraps his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you further into him.
“Because I liked the sound of it,” you answer honestly. Your voice quivers - from nerves, or from a gust of wind that sways the pod still perching at the top of the wheel.
“Is that right?” he murmurs. He places his flesh hand on the exposed skin of your thigh - just above the top of your boot and just under the hem of your dress. His fingertips rest near the crack between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread your legs apart - not much, but enough for him to smirk at your body's automatic response to his touch.
“You like the sound of being my girl?”
“Yeah,” you breathe. “I do. Is that okay with you?”
He chuckles, his fingers inching further up your thigh. You spread your legs open further, giving him the go ahead to go as high as he wants. He stops when he reaches the apex of your thighs, just an inch away from the cloth of your panties. He applies pressure with his fingertips, his short nails digging into the sensitive flesh and making you clench your legs around his hand.
“That depends,” he contemplates. “Are you my girl?”
You open your mouth to answer when the sensation of his index finger grazing the fabric that covers your cunt makes you forget how to speak. You sit there with your mouth agape as he hooks a finger into the cotton panties.
He eases a finger through your folds, lubricating it in your slick before adding a second finger and massaging the pads of them over your sensitive clit.
“Feels like you're my girl.”
You become vaguely aware of the fact that the ride is now in motion once more, heading back down to the ground, when Bucky places the stuffed bunny on your lap in an effort to conceal what is happening in the cart that you and him share.
He alternates between slow, languid circles and quick strokes against your clit as the ferris wheel makes its way down and then back up again. You can feel yourself soaking your underwear as the world dizzies around you. You hide your face in Bucky's neck to conceal the pleasure written across your face.
You're seconds away from coming against his fingers, the pressure in your belly building to a climax, when he pulls away and tugs your dress into place. Your gaze snaps up to his, shooting daggers, as the ride comes to a slow stop. He looks back at you with an amused smirk as the operator approaches the cart to unlock the gate.
“Sorry about that, sweetheart,” he tells you in a strained voice as he snatches the bunny back from you. “After you,” he motions with his head as the operator holds the gate open for you.
Stunned and speechless at what just happened, you stumble out of the cart and down the stairs to the ride's exit with Bucky behind you - both of you completely forgetting about your pitchfork. You can't help but snort a laugh at the position of the large stuffed animal - directly over Bucky’s crotch.
“Real discreet,” you tell him, glancing down at the bunny and then back up to the semi-pained expression on his face.
“I have to admit, right now this thing is worth every penny that I spent on it,” he sighs, and then removes one hand from the bunny to place it on your lower back. “Follow me,” he instructs with a smirk.
He guides you through the crowd and you follow him without question, just trying to ignore the wet ache between your legs.
You shoot him a quizzical look when you arrive at the house of mirrors. You haven't been in a mirror maze since you'd gotten lost in one at ten years old.
There's an attendant sitting in a chair outside of the entrance who unenthusiastically greets the two of you. Bucky reaches into his pocket, digging out his wallet for the second time that evening. He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and flashes it at the elderly man smoking a Pall Mall.
“Take this and don't let anyone else in until we come out,” Bucky tells him before dragging you into the attraction. You and the gray haired man both go wide eyed.
“What was that?” you cackle as the door slams to a close behind you. Bucky doesn't answer, just grabs one of your hands in his and begins guiding you through the maze of mirrors as if he's been here a hundred times.
The entire place is lit by bright, neon red lights that only aid in further confusing your sense of direction. Bucky doesn’t seem phased in the slightest, finally coming to a stop after a few minutes of maneuvering through the endless mirrors.
“You never answered me, you know,” he says as he drops your bunny to the floor. “When I asked if you're my girl.” He smirks at you, stepping closer to you and backing you against the mirror behind you.
“You just paid that man a hundred dollars to get me alone,” you jab as you pull him to you by the front of his Henley. “I think it's safe to say that I am.”
He smiles as you pull him down to you, crushing your lips to his. His hands trail down your back until they land where your thighs meet the curve of your ass cheeks. You release months worth of tension into the kiss, sweeping your tongue along the swell of his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth the second that he parts his lips for you. He groans into the kiss, kneading the globes of your ass with his fingers. You can feel a prominent bulge through his jeans against your stomach.
Adrenaline begins to kick in when he pulls away, looking down at you with lust blown pupils. He sinks to the floor below you, kneeling in front of your cunt as he raises your dress around your waist and tugs your panties down your legs and over your boots. He slips them into his back pocket before hiking one of your legs across his shoulder.
You can already feel your juices leaking down your inner thighs before his mouth makes contact with you. When he does, you lean your head back against the glass behind you in pleasure.
He sucks your clit between his kiss-swollen lips with an obscene pop before running his tongue down your folds. He plunges his tongue inside you and you grind yourself against his face, chasing the release that you were seconds away from on the ferris wheel.
He moans at the taste of you and the vibration has your walls clenching around his tongue. You ride out your orgasm on his face, the neon red lights blurring and spinning around you.
Despite the fact that your legs feel like jelly, you pull him up to you as soon as you're able to form a coherent thought. You clumsily paw at the button of his pants and his zipper, and he shoves both his jeans and boxers down over his ass, just far enough to free his cock.
He places both of his hands just under your armpits and lifts you as you instinctively lock your legs around his hips.
The head of his cock nudges your wet folds, your juices coating his length before he nudges it inside you.
You feel full before he's even halfway in you. Your walls constrict around him and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he adjusts to the sensation of you.
“Fuck, that's tight. You're perfect,” he grunts as he sheaths the rest of his length into you. You let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp.
He has total control as he cradles you between his body and the cold, hard mirror behind you. He sets a harsh pace, his head ramming against your cervix at the sweetest angle from his position beneath you.
He manages to support you with the strength of only his vibranium arm as he brings his flesh hand between your bodies, once again massaging your clit in rapid circles as he fucks up into you.
You cum around his length in a shockingly short amount of time, digging your teeth into the flesh of his neck as he follows after you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum.
You stay in the same position after you've both reached your climax, panting against one another in the claustrophobic feeling space.
“We should probably go find our friends,” you say breathlessly with a kiss to the side of his face. “Sam's probably getting sick of being a third wheel.”
He pulls out of you, his cum running down your thighs and ass cheeks. He gently lowers you back down to the ground as he begins to tuck himself back into his pants.
He laughs, cupping your face in his hands as he pulls your lips to his once again.
“If he hates being a third wheel, just imagine how much he's going to hate being a fifth wheel.”
#mel recommends 📖#18+ ❤️🔥#bucky barnes smut#bucky smut#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes x fem!reader#cait ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚#lovely mutuals ♡🎀♡
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mai can u pls do the sibling (like if your moots would be your younger or older sibling based on vibes & how u picture interactions or give them an idol sibling with simlar vibes) or idol moot game (here u put u and ur moots into an idol grp and give positions) if u have time? ^_^
HI ANON OMG i love ask games 😭 thank u sm for asking 🥰 tbh not entirely sure im even doing this right so pls bear w me 💀 i’ll do the siblings one hehe but if you think the idol/positions one would also be fun, just let me know 💖 also SORRY IF THIS POST KINDA MID LMAO 😭😭💔
@seungstarss — AKDJFK she’s my whole ass twin!!! 😭 i want to say i’d be the older one since i literally am older but sei is honestly so kind and mature it feels so wrong to say that 😭 i think as a sibling she’d actually be hella fun LIKE WE’D START SM SHIT IN THE FAMILY JUST FOR FUN 💀💀💀 jk but sei really reminds me of yeji (itzy) who btw is my fave from itzy bc shes so kind and hardworking and really takes care of other people but not in a way that’s super overt ??? does that make sense 😭 she’s not an overpowering leader at all but you know you can 10000% turn to her for advice and she’d always be there for u during ur worst days :(((
@wonvelvet — YEONIE GIVES ME OLDER SISTER VIBES 😭 but only because she’s a whole seasoned writer (enhablr veteran 💪) and she carries this entire community on her back (some get her a chiropractor 😁) no joke i feel so inadequate around her because she’s literally amazing and i respect her so so much (though she NEVER gives herself due credit) for the way she carries herself?? so poised and calm but nevertheless so so so much fun and will totally spazz about ab enhypen w u ❤️ IM IN LOVE W HER BUT YES ITS GIVING SLIGHTLY OLDER SIS VIBES, someone you really look up to and can trust !! i love karina (aespa) bc she’s kind of like a kid leader that jokes around w all the members but you can tell she rlly knows how to step up to the leader role when needed 😭 also this is kinda paradoxical to everything i’ve just said but i’m also getting jungwon vibes 😭 someone vvv calm and smart and can read people really well?? 😳
@jangwonie — MY BABY SISTERRRRRR LEESEO (ive) 😭 no fr bc fae is so warm and adorable and energetic around people 😣 she probably has like 837483 moots at this point bc its so so hard not to love fae 🥺 leeseo has so many charms and there’s just so much light in her eyes that you can’t help but smile 😭 fae literally has that effect on me; can’t help but smile every time she comes up on the dash :(( FUCK I LITERALLY OWE HER A BUNCH OF JUNGWON EDITS LEMME DO THAT AFTER THIS 🗣
@nyanggk — FUCK ACTUALLY I HAVE NO IDEA W MIRAI 😭😭 SHE GIVES ME SAME AGE VIBES??? IDK WHY THO SHE GIVES ME MIDDLE CHILD VIBES FOR SURE BC SHES JUST SO SO SO FUNNY AND SO MUCH FUN AND honestly gives me the best vibes any time i ever interact w her 😭😭❤️ like lmao mirai is the type to definitely fuck with her older/younger sister cause she feels like it 😭 AND PROBABLY BLAME U FOR IT JUST CAUSE 😭 no but fr she reminds me of like beomgyu (txt) because she’s so fuckimg funny and chaotic BUT U KNOW she’s super talented and can put her mind to anything she wants 😈
@blessed-sky — actually i have no idea 🧍🏻♀️ YOUNGER SIBLING MAYBE????? sky literally is one of the best moots ever bc she NEVER EVER fails to bring the energy to the table istg she’s literally amazing 😭 she’s really really supportive and kind and i think as a younger sibling, she’d make you feel really bad bc of how much ud depend on her 😭 but shes 100% the mood maker of any group so i would love to compare her to jay (enha), yeri (red velvet) & haechan (nct) who can all be super funny and cheerful and are all the mood makers of their groups istg 😭 OR EVEN JUST SUNOO BC SHES A WHOLE BALL OF SUNSHINE ISTG 😭😭💖💖💓💗💞
@enaus — MY BABY SISTER 😭 IDK WHY I JUST HAVE THIS URGE TO PROTECT ELY WITH MY WHOLE HEART BUT TBH I DONT THINK SHE HAS ANY ISSUE WHATSOEVER DEALING W SHIT HERSELF 😭 she’s the kind of sibling u see grow up really well and you feel a little sad bc they probably don’t need you to protect them anymore 😭 in many ways ely is super mature and kind and i really appreciate the way she approaches things 💖💖 as such she kind of reminds me of jungkook (bts) bc shes super passionate and determined LIKE HAVE U SEEN THE NUMBER OF WIPS SHE HAS 😭😭
@shoyotime — BFF IM NOT EVEN SURE I SHOULD BE ADDING U TO THESE THINGS WHEN YOURE LOWKEY GONE(ISH) BUT WHATEVER KDJFKDKSK i want to say younger sibling but honestly bff you are far more achieved than i am lmao it would just embarrassing to say that 💀💀🤚NAH FR I FEEL LIKE IF CAEL AND I WERE ACTUALLY SIBLINGS she’d be so real and down to earth and would be sure to humble me anytime that i needed it 😭 honestly i think cael is such an honest and funny person she kinda reminds me of jungwon in that they are both savages AND YET NATURAL LEADERS and will always always want the best for u 😭💖
@vmpnoo — FRAYYYYYYY MY LOVE she gives me the vibe of the mature younger sibling that people often mistake for your older sibling??? is that too oddly specific 💀💀 or maybe just older sibling tbh cause HONESTLY IM CONVINCED fray is one of the best people around here bc she’s genuinely so fucking funny but real and will never hesitate to call out bullshit when she sees it 😌 she gives me the impression that her IQ is sexy and her EQ is even sexier; i love the way she writes because she’s so so eloquent and articulate w her words 😭 she reminds me of someone like yoongi (bts) who’s really passionate about his work and will take the due time in order to craft it to their standards; her fics are really really detailed and you can see how passionate she is about writing,,, bff i really really respect that 😭
@softforqiankun — MY WARM FUNNY LOVELY OLDER SISTER WHO TELLS ME ALL HER STORIES AND PATS ME ON THE HEAD AND TELLS ME TO LEARN FROM ALL HER MISTAKES 😭‼️ i appreciate u sm heather bc u never fail to make me laugh w ur bee stories 😭😭 honestly you remind me of jihyo (twice) whom i love so so so so so much because she’s such a good leader and such a warm person :((( love interacting w u and hope we never stop hehe 🥰💖💓💗💞
I REALLY REALLY WOULD TAG OTHER MOOTS BUT THIS POST KINDA LONG PLUS I ALR FEEL KINDA BAD FOR TAGGING PPL IN THE FIRST PLACE SO I MIGHT JUST STOP HERE 🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️
THANK U ANON FOR THIS LOVELY LOVELY ASK I HAD SM FUN W IT 🥰🥰🥰🥰
#ask#@ : anon ♡︎#moots ☽#ask.misc ♜#WANTED TO TAG MORE PPL BUT DIDNT WSNT TO BE ANNOYING OR ANYTHING SO :((
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So I saw this post
On your profile
AND read your comment regarding if we wonder about what You think about Levi 🦋 The answer is yes.I personally think You being a psychology student makes all your perspectives even more interesting;and your talent with writing even Moore beautiful 💙❤️
Compliments aside though I would love to see your thoughts on Levi on a more personal level
Like why do You like him so much,is it because of his looks,his personality,maybe You have a more close to the heart (lol) reason for it? Because I personally relate yo him in a LOT of wats,especially his personality and the way he reacts to things.
Anyways I am not particularly great with words but i hope i got the point clear :c gimme your thoughts 😂😂😂
Nice to read You! byeee! 💖💖
BINGOOOOO🔥
i could write a whole dissertation on a thorough analysis on levi’s character tbh
i mean :( this man who quite literally came from nothing, fighting to live and losing everything he loves along the way, no matter what he does to protect them. because of his strength he feels SO much responsibility that even things out of his control are in the end his fault, things he needs to avenge.
like kenny leaving him?? levi thought it was bc he didn’t live up to his potential enough, he he became determined to be the strongest.
izzy and farlan?? he blamed his pride until erwin convinced him it was the titans. it became his mission in life to kill them all and make erwin’s dream realized.
his original squad?? levi was Very Clear when he told annie how he planned to torture her and make her regret what she did. this conflict was retconned in s4p2 convince me otherwise
he thinks the way eren turned out was his fault (him being levi’s responsibility from the start). his 30 comrades in the forest?? levi thinks he should have sussed out the poisoned wine. not to mention those times he let zeke get away.
baby feels he has NO worth other than his ability to fight. he is willing to become the worst person on earth if erwin’s dream can come true, and he even let erwin rest bc of the devil he was becoming even tho he believed it would doom humanity.
levi is simply. the most selfless character and also the most beautiful and brave and complex and badass. idek what else to say. ultimate blorbo status.
it’s SO much more than his looks dkvnsn canonically he looks so tired all the time and he’s so small that isayama cuts him off in most panels dkfnehfjr. ppl love to imagine levi tall but that’s just weird to me lmao. it doesn’t fit him at all. i think a large part of his character represents humanity’s strength itself as small but mighty hehe
i didn’t even Notice levi the first time i watched aot a million years ago?? but i think the type of person i am, i’m more attached to emotionally unavailable ppl who are v strong and v damaged. that’s mommy and daddy issues for u.
is levi my highest kin ever??? yes. abandonment issues? check. super awkward and cannot read social cues to save my life? also yes. emotionally constipated. loyal to a fault. always moving forward despite living thru a hell that would ruin other ppl?? this also. trauma. acts like the embodiment of a brick wall which behind waits the most sensitive person you’ve ever met?????? u bet.
i may or may not have latched onto aot in general when life was Awful so now aot is somehow my comfort show and him as my comfort character😭 i don’t think i can escape tbh
ONTO OTHER THINGS… the only reason majority of conflicts in aot existed (s2 as a whole, the rumbling fights, the yeagerists uprising in s4) was bc levi was somehow out of commission, injured, or had a plot excuse to not be there. such a waste imo.
absolutely got done dirty by fans who saw the 1 (one) scene from s1 when levi beat up eren TO PROVE THAT HE COULD HANDLE HIM as their sole proof that levi is a sadistic unfeeling asshole. those ppl watched the anime with their ass.
and please do not get me started on shipping levi with literal children and even incestually with his own cousin. gross.
lastly, irl i would be fuxking petrified to be around a stoic awkward person like him at first,,, but if shown 1 sign of who levi actually is i will fall immediately in love. i don’t make the rules.
my favorite character ever thank u for asking
#i have lots of opinions!#★play!★#levi ackerman#i’ve never mentioned my stance on proshipping but there it is
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em baby :(( don't you DARE think ure gifs arent good :( imo ure THE BEST tae centric giffer out here.. i mean youve really got some real talent and i swear im not joking when i see tae sets in my feed and go like "okay wow these are fucking fine" and then see that youre the OP. its alright, take your time.. no pressure. but i can promise w/o a lie that we LOVE. SEEING. YOU. ON. THE. DASH.
and look, its hard to stay motivated when everyone has shitted outta tumblr and the whole notes saga and like dislike ratio and everyth, but genuinely, i said this a few months back, and im saying it again, u giffers really dont understand how grateful we are when u gif thos exact moment we wanna play on repeat bc its smooth like butter.
look things are hard sometimes, i get it, as ive said a mil times before im going thru the same to.. but i still believe that one day my sun will shine and i truly will be happy w/o any regrets. and i know that there is a morning awaiting for each good soul like you.
and i know i always type u these big ass para, and idk i just, feel like doing it bc i genuinely feel heartbroken, literally, when i see someone so upset over certain things... i just feel like i should make them feel better bc this world sucks but its really a beautiful place if you could focus mostly on the good part.. do i make sense?
emily udek how much of an angel u are... like again, we've had limited interaction but your asks and all that ive seen says a LOT. its not ordinary for a person to receive so much respect on a social media platform and def not easy. and i really like that and thas what made u so approachable to me when i was new here hehe
i promise u it will get better. just start believing in good things for yourself. you deserve the world, dont settle for just petrichor.
idk when i stopped making sense but i really hope u dont believe in what u had posted. believe me when i say youre the finest creator here. dont let petty things get to you <333
and u also dont have to reply to this.. i just want u to believe in the fact that u deserve to be happy. while its human to feel so at certain times, its not permanent. ull get better <33
and also, i feel yo ppl are giving u space.. its aight. hang in there. ull live yo ultimate dream very soon.
anddd lastlyyyy huh. ik its easier said than done, but pls pls try not to let those thigs get to u. we'll make it <333
so SO MUCH LOVEEEE
me @ u
ps. look at our mans lookin all sexy for our prom date sdjbbs💖
LOVE YOUUUUUU [if it wasnt obv enough hehhe]
HOW ARE YOU REAL ISTG 😭😭😭 you're the sweetest human being ever. i don't even know what to say because i'm so overwhelmed with your love and appreciation 😭 everything you said is so sweet and cute and honestly i don't deserve you 😭 and all those pictures 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ i could comment on everything you said but i just :( my heart is so filled up right now and i just wanna cry, your message made me feel so happy and loved :( i'm really glad to know that you think all that about me, i didn't wanna sound like I'm whining for attention because I'm really not but i just can't help feeling that way, pushing aside tumblr and activity and notes because it really isn't my issue here and I can't complain about that - just thank you, your message made me smile ❤️❤️❤️❤️ and the pictures make me wanna cry istg 😭💕💓💗💝💗💖💓 thank you soooo much lovely, I really can't express how thankful i am for what you said, and i hope for the best for you too sweetheart, you deserve everything what's the best and thank you so much for being such an angel!!!! 😭❤️
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THE FEELS! 💗😭💘 Gosh, Wayne, what a read! 👏😍✨
Spoilers below the cut! 😉
It’s a night like any other as Y/N closes down her flower shop in the small coastal town.
She owns a flower shop! 😊💐 Is it me, or is there something inherently romantic about that? 💗
“I’m fine,” Sam nonchalantly shrugs next to him in a fucking t-shirt. He removed the flannel an hour ago and discarded it on the backseat.
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re not human. Freak,” Dean scoffs under his breath and shakes his head, making the younger Winchester chuckle.
Haha, love me some Winchester banter! 😂😆 Seriously, though, as someone who is always cold, I can totally feel Dean with this one 🥶😅
We could be at home in the bunker, slurping egg nog and watching Die Hard instead of freezing our asses off.
Oh yess, sign me up!!! 😍❤️
“What’s the address of the girl that witnessed the last death again?”
“Uh, Y/N Y/L/N. Lives at 302 Maplewood Street,” Sam reads from the neatly organized files in his lap.
It’s her!!! Poor Y/N 😟 I can’t wait for Dean to meet her! 💓💓💓
No matter how hard he rummages through the depths of his soul, the hunter can’t quite pin down his recent moodiness. It’s a feeling of dread, sadness, and anger that just bubbles up in his chest at random times and overtakes his whole body and mind before it disintegrates into thin air again like the ghosts he hunts. And maybe after all this time and all the wars and all the pain, it should be no surprise that he feels a little haunted, too.
This paragraph right here! 👆So sad and beautiful and so true to Dean! 🥺❤️
Hi, Dean Winchester – professional life-ruiner, cold-blooded killer, and ghostbuster extraordinaire. Pleased to meet you. May I interest you in something horrifying that most likely will cost your life or at least give you intense nightmares you never wished you had?
Sounds like a good introduction to me 😆😂🙈
And for the first time in what feels like forever, which for sure as hell is too long, his lips unfreeze and curl into a genuine smile, warmth filling and replacing the empty coldness in his ribcage that has dwelled there for a lifetime.
I’ve never read a more heartwarming description of love at first sight 🥺💖🍭 So fitting to the winter theme, too! ❤️
So, she takes midnight walks up and down the beach until the phone rings again and soothes the ache in her chest. The impossibility of wanting him right next to her each and every day until her dying breath rips her apart at the seams sometimes, her heart needing more stitches than it should.
My poor heart!!! 😭💘 There’s so much love dripping from every word ❤️❤️❤️ It must be hell waiting to hear from him, knowing that one day she might not 🥺💔
Dean heroically saved her life. Then, she moronically saved his and Sam’s.
Why can I identify with this so much?? Probably because I’m one clumsy human and imagining myself in any type of hunting scenario definitely includes the term "moronically" 😂😂 I love the contrast here! 👏😊💗
The older hunter yelled at her until he didn’t. Until she kissed him. Until she clasped his freezing palm and led him to the beach. Until she held him till his breathing calmed with the ocean, and they talked till the morning sun came with the first fall of snow.
She hasn’t been the same ever since that night. Neither has he.
This is exactly the kind of love that Dean deserves! 🥺❤️
“Yeah, I’m down at the beach like usual,” she sighs, drawing a pouting line in the sand with the tip of her shoe.
I’m obsessed with the term “pouting line.” I know I’ve said this many times, but your way of describing your scenes never fails to amaze me 👏👏👏 The imagery is wonderful and you switch it up constantly 😊👍🥰
“Wait… How do you know that? Did you check the weather?”
“Sure did,” it sounds behind her as clear as the star-filled sky above her. Her heart drops, jolts, rejoices at the sight of the hunter that so shamelessly stole it as he stands before her – tall, strong, and gorgeous smile included, like a scene from a romantic movie.
Ahhhhhh, he’s there!!!! 😍🥰💖 My heart just did the same thing as hers! 💘💘💘 It's really like a scene from a romantic movie! The kind of scene you just can’t help but smile at 🥰😊
A blazing warmth spreads through his chest, his chapped lips not able to deny her a smile, albeit his torn heart and broken mind still don’t fully understand how a gorgeous girl like her could even miss him at all.
Dean, nooo! No self-doubts, please! 🥺❤️ This makes the scene so bittersweet 💔💔💔
“Air,” Dean chokes out with a chuckling cough as he pulls back from her, his hot breath still ghosting over her swollen lips as his palms grip her waist tightly and keep her locked in his arms.
Haha, looks like she was about to kiss the life out of him 😂😘 These two are so adorable 😍😍😍 This little humorous moment makes the scene feel all the more real 🥰❤️👏
“Yeah, well, couldn’t wait a whole day’s drive to see you, so I flew here,” he shrugs coolly but can’t help the grin rising on his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, you what? You took an actual plane? But you hate flying,” she points out with an adorably knitted brow.
He flew. He FLEW. DEAN WINCHESTER took a PLANE to see her. Ladies and gentlemen, that’s love right there 😍😍😍 This is the sweetest twist I’ve ever seen 😭❤️👏
It gnawed on his heart that he never said it back. Because she deserves to hear it. Because living and breathing without her seem useless. Because having hopes and dreams is worthless if she’s not in any of them.
This makes me so happy and sad at the same time 🙈💗🥺 I can feel Dean’s pain from your descriptions 💔 It must have been tough for him to be away from her 😭💔 God, she’s such a perfect match for him 🥰😍
Perhaps, love is not supposed to feel real. It’s intangible, indescribable, and inexplicable, and if you applied all the criteria of reality, love shouldn’t exist at all. But as the first snowflake grazes his cheek, he opens his eyes and watches more white stars falling from the sky and covering the sandy beach under a soft blanket. And suddenly, love comes down all around him like the snow itself.
It’s not some weird, beautiful, unobtainable, and unmaintainable dream. It’s here. It’s now. And it’s her.
“I love you.”
I have no words for how perfectly you just described love ❤️❤️🥺👏👏
He stumps, his eyebrows quirking together so much it almost provokes a headache, which causes her to giggle. “How?”
Oh, Dean 😁 I feel like it’s so typical for him to be oozing with gestures of love and then be like “But how did you know how I feel?” 😂❤️
“Sweetheart, you know what happens when you kiss me like that.” Well, maybe he still had one clever comeback in reserve.
Oh, I don’t think she minds 😏😏😏
“Well, uh…” He clears the lump in his throat, and she must’ve noticed his nervousness, because not even a second later, she interlaces her fingers with his and gives him the reassurance he needs to continue. “For-, uhm, forever.”
Forever! He’s not leaving again 😍😍😍 Wayne, you went in for the kill and didn’t miss! You’re making me all emotional here 😭💖
This is so fluffy, beautiful, cute, romantic, and heartwarming ❤️❤️❤️ Such a sweet and somewhat angsty story, I feel like I need to go see a dentist after all the fluff you provided my poor little heart with! 🍭🍬🍫🍦 I can’t praise you enough for this masterpiece 👏👏👏 It was such a joy to read! 💗 I’m glad you didn’t kill her, even though I know exactly I would have loved it either way ❤️ Bravo, bestie! 🙌🥰
On The Beach
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: A few moons ago, on a hunt like any other, Dean unexpectedly met a girl who not only spun his head around in the blink of a literal eye but also made the brave hunter face some of his biggest fears to date.
Warnings: light language (very tame for me), a bit of emotional angst & grumpy Dean, fluff ❄️
Word Count: 3.1k
A/N: Another day, another fic to a Swift song 🙃 The first draft had a very dark, unhappy ending, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt those two precious babes, so enjoy some pure fluff, my loves! 💚🌌 Inspired by: Snow On The Beach by Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey
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It’s a night like any other as Y/N closes down her flower shop in the small coastal town. She stores away a few leftover arrangements, counts the cash in the register, organizes the ribbons by color and width, and waters and prunes all the remaining plants in the greenhouse.
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I got to spend some time with some amazing cosplayers at CCXP!🇧🇷 This is definitely not all of them, but just some that I got to make some amazing memories with! @zeligeek - my bro looked out for me the whole time I was in Brazil, he even sacrificed his time and was almost late to a gig to take me to the hospital when I had my accident! 😭💚 I love you man! @marcopachec0 hung out with me a majority of time at @ccxpoficial and introduced me to a lot of other cool friends. He’s such a sweet guy.🥰 @oc.topuss my Queen of Dragons, has such a kind heart and I’m so glad I got to connect with you. 🐉❤️ @biancacontursi is so full of energy and will always have you laughing. She also makes one of the most bad ass Meras out there! 🐠🧡🌊@rafahrodrigo and @ladylestrangebr are just like their favorite CW Hereros, super nice and caring people, and don’t worry guys I’m taking my medicine now 😉 @yoluizaiara Lamento não poder falar português. no próximo ano vou aprender. Se ta doiiiiii. @linezca Im pretty sure we have a lot in common! Thanks for making me laugh whenever I was with you! 😜 Last, I cant forget @irine_meier My Russian🇷🇺 princess who brought me a beautiful gift from her homeland! I will never forget our firsts together in Brazil!💖 Thank you guys for one of the most beautiful experiences in my life. I miss Brasil and all of you 🇧🇷 I can’t wait till next years CCXP!! 😊
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❤️💖💖💖❤️❤️💖😭❤️💖💖❤️😭😭😭😭❤️💖💖💖💖❤️❤️💖💖😭😭❤️💖💖❤️😭😭❤️💖💖❤️😭❤️❤️❤️❤️😭❤️😭😭❤️💖
THE BOYSSSSSSSSS
AAAAAAAAAA LAZY THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE I’M???AKSAJSJZJDJXJCJRFNJFNTN
ILY SO MUCH MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS!!!!
(also I will absolutely be watching cheesy Christmas movies it’s my birthright)
Hey @vargatheapprentice, Merry Birthday!!✨
I guess Obayana's first instinct was to save the food from that crazy gust of wind, and I think that's admirable.
#LOOK AT HOW OBAYANA HAS JUST FROZEN ‘oh god illain’s touching me dont panic’#IM LIVING FOR THIS 😭😭❤️❤️❤️💖❤️😭❤️❤️💖💖💖❤️❤️#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#obayana/illain#illain/obayana#THE BOYS IM SOBBING#MY WHOLE ASS HEART 😭😭💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️💖💖❤️💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️💖💖❤️❤️#THIS IS THE CUTEST 😭😭😭#also you were VERY fast posting this lmao my fam hasnt wven wished me a happy birthday yet
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TUMBLR USER EVERYE I SWEAR TO FUCK
legit i’m. i’ve been sitting here for well over twenty minutes trying to figure out what to say and then HOW to say it because i’m floored, i’m dead, i’m in the fibers and grains, i’m gobsmacked and aflame with outrageous adoration and respect and my heart is expanding by the millisecond and throbbing with gratitude and LEGIT i’m beside myself i’m just COMPLETELY and utterly gonna have to go outside and have a cigarette in a minute here and recoup and oh yeah
--- listen it’s been over an hour now since beginning this reblog and i STILL am trying to scrape my jaw off the floor. this gave me a surge of inspiration and motivation for GOOMT and i have been downright stuck in tar since the last update in october 2021 (due to the upcoming bit i’ve been calling the “library arc” and oh my goddddd) and everye, i got work done today, and i had gotten some stuff done earlier before this was posted and i got some stuff done AFTER and i’m hyped for myself and for GOOMT and THANK YOU FOR THE POWER SURGE/HEART ROCKET BURST!!!
i cannot possibly fucking pull together words about what this means to me and that you remembered Harry’s birthday (gonna be honest right now alkdhfalig i FORGOT today was Harry’s birthday so you can iMAGINE my stupid shock and downright personal embarrassment LMFAO), my boy means SO MUCH TO ME and i’ve wanted to commission you for him for a long damn time and HERE HE IS!!!! i’m fucking CHORTLING over his fat squat little troll ass, you DID nail their personalities that aws so fucking fUNNY and please james’s squidward lips are so fucking HYSTERICAL and his stupid fucking bangs are PERFECT!
your expressions have always been TOP GODDAMN TIER and ABSOLUTE art goals for me (like in fact your whole dynamic prowess with expression and movement is something i gargle to the gods about on the regular, you KNOW how i feel about those), and GOD you have gotten my boys RIGHT on the nose!! their personalities shine and FUCK what an honor and fucking privilege it is to see that from YOUR hand in YOUR art and style i could sob, i’m gonna need some antacids for my emotional indigestion and then you drew THE HANDHOLDING™️ and fuck. fuck you did The Handholding™️©️®️ and the very beginning instances of it and dude it may seem funny (and i guess it kinda is LOL) but you got any idea what htat means to me?? LORD have mercy. lord have mercy upon my wayward soul i s2g
everye i owe YOU my entire life, this has given ME so many gentle and impassioned and stuffing five cigarettes into my mouth at once and lighting them with a trembling hand whilst mascara runs down my cheeks poetic cinema status and listen. listen. i love you you’re perfect and i’m downright humbled and grateful and crawling on the floor THANK YOU FOR YOU and THANK YOU for thinking of me and my boy Harry, and for being so fucking legendary and sweet and gorgeously spirited and i’m so glad you’re with us, you keep doing what you’re doing because i want to see what you bring us along for next you are amazing and incredible and i am THROWING eggs at your house in a very earnestly heartfelt way and sobbing continually i SWEAR
🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖❤️❤️🙏🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥺😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖❤️❤️💖 THANK YOU EVERYE YOU MAGNFICENCE
AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HARRY “GET OUT OF MY TOWN” MASON
it's finally february the 6th !!
SOO-
@partyinthemysterymachine,
i wish a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to goomt! harry 🥳✨✨✨
and in the honour of that lemme offer my humble gift - sum illustrations to Get Out Of My Town
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bonus sketch i did 2 make sure i got their vibes correct lol
#harry mason#LIES UNDERNEATH THE BATHROOM TILES#yeah i...... i yehghadahg YEHAh Bb basically.............................#i'm gonna need an allotment of many more several moments pls. thank u. afk it's bury my face in my hands and cry again time#FUCK!!!! EVERYE YOU SCALLYWAG!!!! YOU JOY!!!! THANK YOU GOD FUCK ASDKFHASLKHVSL D F U C K THANK YOU
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Sara oh my god!! I hope you're ready for some more flailing from me 😌 under the cut cos it's spoileryy:
1. The way Logan is clinging to Finn aww
2. Logan beating the shit out of the striker to defend Leo omg 🙌🏼
3. ... And getting injured in the process :'( these lines oh gosh: 'He’d damn near died for the second time that evening.' and esp this 'feeling the phantom throb of hurt echo on his own mouth.' oof,, AND THEN 'gently cupping his face between his palms.' pls 🥺
4. sweetheart!! And also later: 'the tension in his body melting away at the sight of his sweetheart standing in front of him.' *melts* just,, all the parts where you write Finn's concern and relief and love for the two of them are just 💯
5. their sneaky glances at the door before showering affection on each other hfhdj
6. '“Darling, you play for the NHL. We can’t afford a scandal like that.”
Logan leaned back into Finn’s shoulder, the fabric of Finn’s shirt muffling his voice. “We’re rich. We can bury him.”' lolol XD love all the banter re this, including the homicide bit later
7. 'Finn leaned down to press a kiss to the mop of hair on his collarbone' 😍 and all the forehead kisses too ajfjsj 💕
8. '“With all the blood you’ve got in your mouth, you’re giving count drac a run for his money.” ' hfhdj lmao
9. 'Leo giggled at the grabby hands Logan was making at him, catching his wrists in a gentle grip before pressing a kiss to his fingers. ' so cute I die
10. 'Leo hummed in response, leaning into Logan’s embrace. “Hmmmm, I’d much prefer to come watch you spar to see my boyfriend all hot and sweaty rather than have him knock me on my ass.” ' 😌
11. 'ignoring the twinge of pain that shot down his neck and back' ... 'He raised a hand to rub at the headache forming at his temple, sucking in a sharp breath at the soreness in his muscles. ' FINN smh take care too!!
12. '“I have got to stop doing that, merde.” ' poor bean hfhjf
13. 'smiling into the darkness' idk I just love this phrase
14. 'press a feather-light kiss to the wound. ' Sara you're killing me with these gentle kisses
15. '“For you Harz? Anything.”' aww
16. 'Logan’s smile was a small, secret thing, pressed against the warmth of Finn’s mouth as he slipped his hand under Finn’s sweater.
Pulling away seemed like a herculean task' my heart!! And then the banter later lmao,, their whole vibe throughout is TLC and soft kisses and then throwing sass and jokes and witty remarks around XD and I'm here for it 🙌🏼
17. All the pet names and endearments 😭💖 I live for them
18. 'It hit him then how much he’d drowned in this feeling, the feeling of being safe, loved, home. He found love in all the little things, his life now steeped in reverence and adoration. He felt it in the cup of coffee Leo handed him every morning, a kiss to go with it; in the way Logan coaxed the pain out of his shoulders on bad days, soothing him with his honey-sweet voice; in the way his sweethearts held him in the ethereal hours of night. ' yes I'm including a whole para cos it has my whole heart
19. Yess Logan and Leo taking care of poor Finn 🥺😭 so soft ahh I love it
20. 'He let the fuzzy feeling spread through his body, warming him right down to his bones.' me reading this fic haha
Thank you for writing ❤️❤️❤️ (also if you turn this into a 5+1, I'll be there in a flash 😌)
Ok so idk if your taking requests at the time but if so could you maybe do a Finn-centric fic? Preferably after they got together cus my poor heart can only take so much it’s just cus I see a lot of fics revolving around le/lo and even tho I love them there really isn’t enough fics about my boy finn or maybe there are and I just read them all like 3 times lol anyways could it be hurt/comforty but if you can’t really write that or it’s not your style you can chose the genre I’m just projecting 😄
ANON!!!!! this request has been sitting in my inbox for so long and I am extremely ashamed. I love writing Finn so much but I quite simply couldn't come up with anything until one random day, inspiration hit and my brain spit this out. It's fairly longer than what I ususally write and it is *completely* unbeta-ed but I hope you like it nevertheless!
All credits to @lumosinlove for her wonderful wonderful characters (and HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAZ!!! i hope you have the best day <3)
title is from a song of the same name by Florence+the machine
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All this (and heaven too)
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Finn sighed dramatically, using his fingers to pull the dripping cloth from the warm water he’d drowned it in.
“Lo, sweetheart, you’ve got to stop doing this.”
Lo glared up at Finn through his lashes, the effect completely offset by the way he’d wrapped his arms and legs around Finn from his spot on the counter. “Stop doing what?”
Finn huffed a tired laugh, leaning forward to gently rest his head against Logan’s shoulder.
“Lo.”
“I know, I know. But Harz, the way he ploughed right into Nutty? I couldn’t just…..let him go.”
Finn pulled back, carefully running his free hand through Logan’s hair. He’d seen the hit. He knew exactly how Logan had felt. The striker had slammed into Leo at full speed, knocking him right into the net, the both of them sprawling over the ice.
Finn’s heart had stopped right in his damn chest.
He’d gone straight for Leo, skating faster than he’d thought he could. Logan on the other hand….
Logan had gone straight for the striker.
Before Finn could even process what had happened, Logan was on the guy, gloves on the ice and teeth bared, a look of pure rage on his handsome face. He’d swung so fast, the other man hadn’t even had a chance to block it. One thing had led to another, and the last thing Finn could remember was the spray of blood when the guy had gotten in a particularly good hit. Loops had pulled them apart, shoving the striker for good measure.
It was all sort of hazy after that.
Finn had walked into the PT’s room to find Lolo sitting there with a purple cheekbone and blood dripping down his lip that just didn't seem to be stopping. He’d damn near died for the second time that evening. Logan had smiled weakly at him, grimacing when the movement pulled at his split lip. Finn winced in return, feeling the phantom throb of hurt echo on his own mouth. He glanced around the room, making sure they were alone, before he moved to stand between Logan’s legs, gently cupping his face between his palms.
“Lolo, sweetheart? You okay?”
Logan grimaced a little, shooting a quick look at the door before wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist. He sighed, the sound releasing a heavy weight from his shoulders
“I’m fine, how’s Leo?”
“Don’t ‘I’m Fine’ me; and Leo’s okay…a little bruised and shaken up, but he’s okay”
Logan met Finn’s gaze with fire in his eyes
“I’m going to kill him.’
Finn huffed a little laugh, running his fingers through Logan’s hair, rubbing soothing circled into his scalp with blunt nails.
“Darling, you play for the NHL. We can’t afford a scandal like that.”
Logan leaned back into Finn’s shoulder, the fabric of Finn’s shirt muffling his voice. “We’re rich. We can bury him.”
Finn leaned down to press a kiss to the mop of hair on his collarbone, humming against the curls as he said. “Damn right we could. Don’t you go thinking you’re doing it without me though.”
“Deal. If we go down, we go down together.”
“What, And leave me to bail your sorry asses out of jail? No thanks.”
Finn turned to find Leo leaning against the door frame, carrying three duffels, as he smiled softly at them. “Ready to go home, mes amis?”
“Leo,” Finn breathed, the tension in his body melting away at the sight of his sweetheart standing in front of him. It took him all of two strides to be standing in front of Leo, carefully pulling him down for a hug.
“Oh sweetheart, you okay?”
“Just a little bruised, Lexie said I should be good in a few days if I ice it.”
Finn choked back tears, kissing Leo’s forehead instead of replying. Leo had hummed, leaning into the warmth of Finn’s body, letting his boyfriend grab their duffels before looking over at Logan.
“With all the blood you’ve got in your mouth, you’re giving count drac a run for his money.”
Logan rolled his eyes, huffing affectionately. “Shut up. C’mere.”
Leo giggled at the grabby hands Logan was making at him, catching his wrists in a gentle grip before pressing a kiss to his fingers.
“I can’t believe you let him bloody you up like that Lo, what do you even train for then?”
Logan had gasped. “Hey! I was defending your honour! Why don’t you spar against me sometime and we’ll see how well you do?”
Leo hummed in response, leaning into Logan’s embrace. “Hmmmm, I’d much prefer to come watch you spar to see my boyfriend all hot and sweaty rather than have him knock me on my ass.”
Finn had laughed at that, leaning against the door frame as he hefted the three duffels higher on his shoulder, ignoring the twinge of pain that shot down his neck and back. He felt some of the tension melt out of his muscles as he saw his boyfriends laughing, teasing, safe. He hadn’t realised just how worried he’d been until he’d seen them both together, both relatively alright.
He raised a hand to rub at the headache forming at his temple, sucking in a sharp breath at the soreness in his muscles.
“Ready to go home, boys?”
Leo and Logan turned, Leo carefully helping Logan off the bed. Logan smiled, wincing at the split in his lip.
“I have got to stop doing that, merde.”
Leo laughed, tousling Logan’s hair. Finn’s heart melted at the sight. He switched off the lights, smiling into the darkness as he shut the door behind him.
“C’mon boys, let's get you home.”
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Finn blinked back the pain from his eyelids as he finished cleaning up Logan’s lip, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to the wound.
“There, all done.”
“We still on for homicide later?”
Finn laughed, the motion immediately sending a spike of pain through his head and neck.
“Only if you promise to be good Tremz.”
Logan hummed, leaning forward to wrap his arms and legs around Finn, pulling him in close.
“For you Harz? Anything.”
“Mmmm” Finn hummed, his lips brushing Logan’s before he gave in to the impossible temptation, capturing Logan’s lips in a sweet, gentle kiss.
Logan’s smile was a small, secret thing, pressed against the warmth of Finn’s mouth as he slipped his hand under Finn’s sweater.
Pulling away seemed like a herculean task.
“As much as I wish I could do this forever, I did promise our boyfriend I’d bring him ice for his ribs.
Logan huffed in faux annoyance, lightly pinching Finn’s side before untangling their limbs.
“Go on then O’Hara. Only cause you promised.”
Finn dropped one last kiss on Logan’s forehead before heading to the kitchen. He grabbed the ice packs for Leo, surveying the kitchen before he switched off the lights.
He found Leo sprawled face-down in their bed, his face snuggled into Finn’s pillow. Finn giggled a little when he spotted his mickey mouse boxers peeking out from under Leo’s faded t-shirt.
He snapped the waistband gently as he climbed into bed, pushing Leo’s hair out of his face to kiss his cheek.
“Hey sunshine, I got you that ice I promised.”
“Mph.”
“Need help?”
Leo nodded in response, turning on his side to let Finn get to the bruise splashed across his ribcage, already turning purple.
Finn’s heart was in his throat. He traced trembling fingers across the colours of pain splashed across his darling. If only he’d blocked the guy, or skated faster or body checked him or—
“Hey, shortcake, I’m okay.”
Finn met Leo’s eyes.
“I love you. I’m fine.”
He swallowed against the tears that threatened and let Leo pull him into a hug. And just for a second he let himself feel the fear he’d pushed to the back of his mind when he’d seen the hit.
“I love you too knutty. I love you so much.”
Leo smiled. “I know.”
Finn placed the ice pack on his boyfriend’s ribs, watching his face for any sign of pain and discomfort; relaxing minutely when he saw none.
“Sleep, darling. Logan’s on his way.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll be back in a bit, I need a drink after all that.”
Leo rolled his eyes at the cheap joke as Finn grabbed his water bottle on the way out, winking at Leo over his shoulder when he shut the door behind him.
He heard Logan join Leo; the bed creaking a little as Logan climbed in. It hit him then how much he’d drowned in this feeling, the feeling of being safe, loved, home. He found love in all the little things, his life now steeped in reverence and adoration. He felt it in the cup of coffee Leo handed him every morning, a kiss to go with it; in the way Logan coaxed the pain out of his shoulders on bad days, soothing him with his honey-sweet voice; in the way his sweethearts held him in the ethereal hours of night.
He leaned against the kitchen counter, letting his emotions wash over him, leaving him heavy and shaky at the knees. He let all the feelings he’d shoved away through the day hit him all at once, and let the tears slip down his cheeks, in the cover of the darkness he finally let himself feel.
He hadn’t realised when he’d made his way to the balcony, but the icy bite of the wind pulled him back into his own body. Finn breathed in the crisp air in wet gasps, the sobs tearing out of his throat with a vengeance.
He didn’t know how long he’d been out there, didn’t know when he’d collapsed to the floor until warm arms wrapped around his waist, a warm face pressing into his neck.
“Hush, Finn, I’ve got you. I’ve got you amour. I’ve got you.”
Finn tangled his fingers with Logan’s where they rested in his stomach. Gripping tight, holding onto safety. He felt someone’s legs slot between his, warm hands coming to cup his face.
“It’s okay cheri, we’re here. It’s okay. You’re okay.”
Finn let Leo’s voice wrap around him, calming his gasping breaths until he was sniffling into Leo’s shoulder, Leo’s finger’s holding Finn’s hand to his chest, letting Finn ground himself to the steady thump of Leo’s heart under his palm.
Finn registered Leo’s fingers stroking through his hair, Leo’s deep voice rumbling gentle nothings in his ear and pulled himself back to his body. He was here. He was real. He was home.
Leo pulled away, just enough to meet Finn’s gaze.
“You said you’d come back to bed sweetheart.”
Finn wiped his eyes. “I know, I know, I’m sor—”
Leo pressed two fingers to his lips, effectively stopping Finn mid-sentence.
“Nothing to be sorry for Fishy, don’t you apologise”
Logan hummed in agreement behind him. “You take such good care of us Harz, let us take care of you for once.”
Finn let out a shaky sigh. He nodded, the movement impeded by Leo’s t-shirt.
Before he knew it, Logan had an arm around his waist and under his legs and had picked him up like he weighed no more than a doll, Finn just wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, letting himself sink into the warmth and love of his partners.
He reached behind him to tangle his fingers with Leo’s squeezing gently.
“I love you. Thank you for getting me.”
“We love you right back Finnegan, so so much.”
Leo squeezed his fingers thrice, winking at him over Logan’s shoulder and Finn’s heart swelled in his chest. He let the fuzzy feeling spread through his body, warming him right down to his bones.
He was here; he was loved; he was home.
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