#and i would stick it to the window and look at it everytime before i went to sleep

[darlenicy]

LOOK AT THEM! PURE PERFECTION I CAN'T 😍

icy, u epic little bitch 😘

[juniperdugong]

Their favorite place to kiss you

Scoups Your hands. More specifically your knuckles whenever he remembers he's holding your hand in his. Placing a peck upon each knuckle while trying to catch your eyes, this always ends with an actual kiss though. Or in the car, I always imagine that he's holding your hand while driving stick shift, intertwined at all times unless you want him to make a scene about you not loving him. At every stoplight, he's pressing his lips against the back of your hand like it's an instinct. Ugh, he would drive me crazy.

Jeonghan He's a classic type of man opting for a quick smooch to your cheek in haste and then looking away like nothing happened. Ever the trickster even in love. Whenever you catch him in the act though he's a giggling mess. You might not notice it but he seems particularly fond of acts of affection when you're smiling. What can he say? When you smile so brightly and your cheeks puff out it's like a drug to him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Joshua Your nose. Another one who tries to catch you off guard but unlike Jeonghan he always fails because he's trying to catch your nose rather than any other part of you. The slight scrunch gets him weak in the knees from cuteness so of course it's his favorite. It's also partially because of how you look as he does this, your eyes crossing as he's coming towards you. "You look dumb but in a cute way", he tries to explain not understanding how you can't see what he sees.

Jun He's a tad awkward in his tastes I imagine, so I feel like the outer corner of your eye is his cup of tea. He doesn't really have an explanation himself but maybe it's because everytime he kisses you there you immediately focus your attention on him. Whether that's in confusion or shock he doesn't care as long as you're looking at him. I feel like he's a firm believer that the eyes are the windows to the soul so being able to hold your gaze is like looking at heaven, that is to say, he thinks you are heaven.

Hoshi This dude is pretty straightforward with affection so your lips are always gonna do it for him. He's always looking for a moment to trap you in a kiss no matter the situation. You could be talking about the most important thing in the world and this man is looking for an opening before bombarding you with his lips and then nonchalantly going back into the conversation. He doesn't see any issue with it, in fact, he thinks it's the most proper way to show you his love.

Wonwoo Forehead all day! He doesn't show affection all that often but when he does it's discreetly and quickly leaving chaste kisses on your forehead before bed, when you're focusing on work, or pretty much whenever you aren't paying attention. You learn after a bit that acknowledging his affection makes him more shy about it so you've gotten in the habit of giving little to no reaction. (The hardest thing in the world because he's the cutest tbh)

Woozi He's going for the corner of your lips. He isn't forward enough to give you a full kiss all the time nor does he really feel the need for that most of the time. He isn't one to show affection much either but it doesn't mean he shies away from it, it's just not something he thinks about doing often since he knows that you know that he loves you completely and fully. It may seem half-hearted to some but to him, a kiss on the corner of your lips means "I'm here and I love you".

Minghao Hao prefers hugs to kisses in my opinion. But when he does kiss you it is often on your shoulders. Whenever he's got you entangled in his arms he's leaving tender kisses along your shoulders, TRUST. In line and he's back hugging you? Kisses. A hug once he's gotten back from tour? Kisses. Cuddled up in bed and completely tangled in each other? Kisses. It's the only place he's willing to leave multiple kisses without feeling like it's too much PDA.

DK This man. I don't know how to tell you this. Literally everywhere and anywhere. As long as it's you he's willing to kiss even the soles of your feet (not in a weird way he swears). I could go on and on about the way he would kiss your eyelids, your stomach, the inside of your wrist, all in the name of loving you completely and wholly with his entire being. Not afraid of affection in the slightest, he's always clinging to you. Swears up and down that with every kiss he falls more in love.

Mingyu Tippy top of your head. Listen listen listen...as much as I would love to subvert expectations with Mingyu I simply cannot imagine a more perfect scene than this man kissing your head. He does it without even realizing honestly. Feels the most natural to leave a gentle kiss there. Why can I so clearly imagine him sniffing your hair too? Not in a weird way but in the way that people like to smell babies' heads...okay maybe that's weird BUT it's very endearing coming from him. He just likes your scent so much. (Also, if you're short enough, he'll probably rest his head on top of yours)

Seungkwan Dudes a romantic and he's going for the jawline. It catches you off guard and it's sensual enough to mean something but not sensual enough to mean something if you know what I'm saying. He doesn't shy away from affection either so I feel like he's happy kissing you wherever but along your jawline always seems to get a small reaction out of you so it's his favorite for that reason. The blush that warms your cheeks warms his heart.

Vernon Your lap/ thighs. I was originally gonna put this down for Jeonghan since he's a napper but I feel like when Vernon gets comfortable with you he's the type to lay in your lap often. He doesn't even think about the kiss as anything other than innocent and loving. You're just right there and he feels an urge to kiss you so he does. Plus, when he does this you often pat or stroke his hair as recognition and he completely melts into your touch.

Dino He's a back hugger and for that reason, I think he would fall into the habit of leaving kisses on the back of your neck. I wouldn't say it's his favorite since this dude is head over heels for your lips as well but it's where he's leaving the most kisses for sure. Holding you by the waist and swaying you gently side to side, head laying on one of your shoulders, he leaves feathery kisses that you almost can't feel if it weren't for the fact that he smiles and chuckles as he does so.

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{A/N: I'm going crazy I think. I don't know where this came from. It's 2am as I finish writing this and reading it over once. My eyes are red and all I can think about is these boys. I've been writing and thinking of prompts like an insane person. Ngl though I feel like all of them are good kissers.}

[love-bitesx]

was booking myself a new tattoo and this is all i could think of ! this is just brainrot ramble

: ̗̀➛ hobie brown x gn!reader - giving him tattoos (and yourself)

thinking about giving hobie sweet little tattoos with a makeshift stick and poke set up. he'd come home drunk one night, slurring his words and holding you close to him, ranting about how he wants you to give him a tattoo (and something about not wanting to pay big corporations for a real tattoo gun). even if you’re not creative, he just wants to be able to look at his skin and see evidence of you, always. you refuse him at the time, telling him he's too drunk and he'll regret it. but when it's the next day, and he's stone cold sober, you walk in on him hunched over the kitchen table, making a little stick and poke creation.

so, it’s late at night, he’s sprawled out across your bed like it was his, his head and shoulders pressed into the headboard, eyes trained on you. straddling his lap, you held his arm up to the lamp, tongue stuck out in concentration. hobie winced everytime the needle met his skin, his free hand gripping at your thigh to outlet the pain. when you're done, and he's all cleaned up, he's lit up with pride, constantly checking his arm in different lights to see your design. "it's perfect, darlin'," he mutters, his lips pressed to your forehead.

he’d very rarely ever wear sleeves again after that, always having your design on show to remind him of you when he’s away. not that he needed it, you always had a comfortable seat in the front of his mind. he’d show it off to his friends, though, all the time.

"oi, pav!" he'd call out to his friend, drawing his attention over to his exposed skin.

"you got a tattoo!" pav would exclaim, hopping over and inspecting it closely.

“my partner did it,” he couldn’t mask the grin from fuzzing his cheeks, “fuckin' sick, right?”

his heart wasn't even prepared for what he'd come home to that night. when he'd climb in through your window, shedding his spider-apparel and kicking his boots off by your dresser, he'd notice your sleeping form. smiling to himself, picking up the sheets and climbing into the empty space, careful not to startle you – not that it would, you were more used to waking up beside him than alone.

his hands wouldn't be able to stop themselves from touching you, needing to feel your skin beneath his fingertips, and beaming at the sleepy sound of his name leaving your lips. when his hands find your hip, however, you jump and groan in pain. he'd pull you to him.

"'the fuck 'appened?" he'd whisper, careful not to touch the area again, but be confused at your reaction.

"tattoo," is all he could catch, through your tired, and possibly pained, groans.

"you what?" he'd mutter, and lift the covers back, hiking up your his t-shirt to expose a tiny black design, sitting on the skin above your hip bone.

etched into you was a tiny spider, hand drawn and adorned with little spikes, similar to his persona. he'd be so taken aback, he wouldn't even know what to say.

"'s'this for me, sweetheart?" his fingers would very lightly ghost the dark outlines, honing into your body's reaction to it, steering clear of the painful areas. he's close to you, very close, and you can feel his heart pounding against his chest.

"mhmm," you moan, your brain finally pulling itself from slumber, warm in the smell of him, tangling your arms around his neck, "all for you."

"fuckin' ell," he breathed before kissing you with such a passion you'd never felt from him before. he was drowning in you, head buzzed at the thought of something of him being on your skin forever, and you on his. heart pouring, he reached for you in every way he could.

he'd be obsessed with both of the tattoos, strongly encouraging you to never ever wear anything high-waisted again, so long as he steered away from sleeves. pride and happiness overtook him when he'd see you with other people, in public or with friends, and see the black ink peek through your clothes, knowing that it was for him, and nobody else.

he just loved you a lot, and he adores the permanent reminders.

[yonphilia]

a/n: repost bc i wanted to add sumn😞 i jus love gojo guys <3 and wingman geto <33

Satoru was annoying, way too annoying.

You’re at the cinema right now with Suguru and Satoru, you didn’t plan on bringing them with you, but when you held up three tickets to Utahime and Shoko to go to the movies with you, the next thing you knew, there was a long arm around your shoulder dragging you away from the two girls before they could even answer.

Here you were now, in the middle of the hallway of the cinema glaring at Satoru, with your arms crossed, who could not keep his mouth shut during the movie which resulted in you three being kicked out.

Oh, but did he care?

No! He had the attention of 5 different girls asking for his number and fawning over him, so why would he?

Suguru chuckles, dragging Satoru away from the girls as you follow behind.

“You got us kicked out!” you say trying to sound annoyed. “That was such a waste of my money— you’re paying me back Satoru”

“What!” he raises his hands in defence, his shades sliding down his nose slightly “it was not my fault the heroine was going to—”

“Shut up” you say which causes Satoru to pout

“I mean, at least we watched the first 15 minutes, it wasn’t that bad.” Suguru cuts in trying to lighten the mood but instead laughs at your stern face and Satoru’s stupidity.

Youq roll your eyes at the two and walk away to the cashier to buy snacks for yourself, and yourself only. Because somehow, everytime you go out with these two, Satoru forgets his wallet, and Suguru’s wallet just happened to be at Satoru’s dorm, and the moment Satoru’s eyes lay on the packet of cookie dough candy in your hands, he’s dashing up to you.

“Pretty please buy me one? i’ll pay you back.” He says pouting and sliding his shades down his nose to show you his “puppy” eyes which causes you to scoff, and in the end you did end up buying him a packet.

You three head back to Suguru’s car, you rush to the passenger seat before Satoru could, sticking your tongue out at him as he gets in the back. “Tiz’ what you get looser.” you say smiling to yourself.

As Suguru starts to drive, you fumble with the buttons on his dashboard trying to put on some music which causes Suguru to side eye you raising a brow.

“It’s the button on the top right corner,” he says trying to hide his smile and keeping his eyes on the road.

Once you turn the music on, you try to shut it off straight away, ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You' by Mariah Carey was blasting in full volume. Satoru snickered at the irony of the song playing with the month being October at the moment.

Few minutes pass by in silent, until Satoru peaks his head through the space between your and Suguru’s seats.

“You still mad-”

“Yes.”

“C’mon, I’m sorry I’ll pay you back” he protests pouting.

You turn your head away from him looking out the window. “That will be 70$ plus the candy so 75$ because i’m adding interest.”

Suguru tries to stifle a laugh which has you saying “You too, you owe me as well,” and he purses his mouth shut straight away.

Satoru tries to make it up to you, by bringing you to the amusement park. You two were playing an arcade game, shooting the plastic animals with waterguns till one falls over and you win a prize.

sounds easy right? not if Satoru is around.

He looses several times, and in the end he ends up throwing his water gun at the stack causing the shelves to fall along with everything on it.

And there you two were once again, standing outside the gates of the amusement park.

“You have to hear me out-”

“Don’t even think about it Satoru” you say turning away from him, hair a little damp from the waterguns.

“Okay I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you-”

“No! you do this every time”

“What if-”

“No”

Satoru frowns, knowing this was probably your last straw, so he walks up to you standing infront of you and looking down at your sulking face.

“I’ll kiss you if you don’t let me make it up to you..”

Your face scrunched up into disgust as you snap your head at him and take a step back “No- dont even think about it ew”

“Then let me bring you to that favourite place you like to eat at”

“You got me kicked out last time because you-”

“I wont! i promise!”

And yet, you two were standing on the street covered in tomato sauce and noodles dripping down from your hair.

“Heh…C’mon..hear me out…”

He’ll make it up to you properly, someday.

© yonphilia 2023

[yourelliewillms]

i miss you on a train

ellie williams x reader

angst !! also fluff but mainly angst. liiittle mention of smut.

summary: it's been a year since ellie and you broke up, you haven't spoken since then and she probably thinks you've forgotten about her. what she doesn't know is that you're thinking about her all the time.

the first months were the worst. every night you had a dream about her, the picture of her in your mind would be enough to wake you up in the middle of the night with tears in your eyes or, sometimes, with a smile on your face. but that was the one you hated the most because your dreams usually felt so real, you felt her near you but when you realized it had been just a dream, your day would be completely ruined. you couldn't stop thinking about her. even if you tried, your mind would randomly bring memories that would only break your heart into pieces again and again.

after a year, you can say you're over her or at least that's what you like to think. you really want to move on and maybe start seeing other people to try to take her out of your heart. but everytime you take the train and raindrops fall from the sky to your window like one of those dramatic music videos, the first thing your brain does is bring her back. those green eyes that once looked at you with sparkles in them, strings of her auburn hair falling from her characteristic bun and the heat of her body that used to warm you up during the winter. you can't help thinking about every single detail of her, even if you try to put on your headphones and look out the window to stop those unwanted thoughts, the sound of her laugh in your mind would be louder than the song playing on your phone.

the rain just made things worse, it reminded you of that time ellie and you were on one of your first dates. it was raining, you were soaked but you didn't care at all because you just wanted to be with her all the time. you were walking under the rain, holding ellie's wet hand, was it wet because of the raindrops falling on her arm or because she was so nervous that her hand would sweat all the time your hair was already wet and there were raindrops on your cheeks yet ellie was looking at you with so much love, you could swear there were hearts in her eyes before she gave you that kiss in the pouring rain. you felt your heart fluttering when her shaky hands brushed against your face while she took you closer to her letting your cold nose touch hers, it was only you and her in the world. you remember how soft and hot her lips were that time. you remember the way your hair was sticking to your face and how ellie would stop kissing you for a second to take out the strings of hair that would get on the way of your kiss and then her lips would desperately look for yours again.

you haven't forgotten about those nights when she would show up at your window at 3 am just to show you the pages of that private sketchbook of hers with new drawings that only you were able to see, or some new song she'd learned in her guitar, or just because she missed you. you had to shush her because of how loud she was, always laughing at her own dad jokes and screaming but never failing at putting a smile on your face.

or that first night you spent together. you remember how gentle her touch felt when your naked bodies met each other for the first time. kind and slow the whole night, ellie making sure you were comfortable. her skin burned against yours and you could tell she was nervous just by the way her voice was shaking and her heavy breathing. "just tell me what makes you feel good" you whispered on her ear and she let go a sigh of relief as she nodded. you stood awake all that night because after you touched and kissed every single part of your bodies, you felt the strongest connection you'd ever felt with someone in your life.

the freezing weather brought to your mind those cold nights when you wouldn't talk to each other because some stupid argument in which her words felt like knives piercing in your heart while you told her all her faults. long nights when you'd fall asleep with tears in your eyes and the next morning wake up with migraine, sick to your stomach and your eyes swollen. however, your mood would be completely changed by just one text of hers "good morning, babe" pretending nothing had happened. not a single 'sorry' from either you or her because that was they way your relationship "worked" (it did not).

when you come back to the real world and get out of the bus, you'd look around trying to find her but she's not there. the bus stop is empty and she's not with you there, she's not waiting for you like she used to. the weather is cold and she's not there to give you her jacket, the rain is falling but she's not there to kiss you.

meeting ellie was one of the best yet worst experiences of your life because even if you tried, you can't forget the freckles on her face and the smell of her natural body scent. you hate the fact that you'll never be able forget her.

thank you for reading <3 pleaseee tell me if you find mistakes or if you have any constructive feedback !!

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Could we get some angst like where fem!reader and dallas get into an argument and/or go on a break but they can’t stand being away from each other and do the whole confession and kiss in the rain cliche?

Mwah mwah chefs kiss love this i dont know how to cw so uhh fem reader?? use of nickname doll??? fight??? idk bro

It was raining. Hard. The soft pitter-patter of the droplets on the window reminds you of reality everytime you start drifting away.

“I don’t understand, who do you take me for?! An idiot?!” You seethed, knuckles turning white from clenching them too hard. “No, you’re not an idiot, you’re a bitch, that’s what you are.” Dally says pointing at you. He was equally as mad, although maybe for a less justified reason. You had seen him hanging around some red-head. It started as a simple question, but one thing led to another and now it was a full blown argument. “You don’t let me have any fun! No parties, no chicks, nuthin’!” He angrily stated. “We’re in a relationship, Dal! There is no chicks! No parties! Oh my God! Can you use your brain for like a minute and think about how I feel!” You say, putting your face in your hands. Dallas gives you a look before shaking his head. 

“That’s it, we’re done.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a cancer stick and a lighter. “Good riddance, toxic asshole” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he leaves.

You replay the fight in your mind, turning it over like a coin in your hand. Was I in the wrong? You think to yourself. Hell no. You affirmed yourself, if Dallas didn’t show up with an apology, you didn’t need it anyways. There’s a sharp crack against your window that startles you out of your self assurance. Another crack makes you look up. On the third crack you catch what it is. A pebble being thrown at the window. You look down at your lawn trying to catch a glimpse of who would be stupid enough to throw pebbles at your window during a storm. Dallas. Of course. Dallas was stupid enough. You quickly open the window, forcing it open quickly. A pebble wizzes by your face and you shoot Dally an unimpressed look. “What do you want, Dallas,” You say. Please, don’t stand in the rain, you’ll catch a cold. Your mind betrays you, you still care about him. “Let’s talk.” He say, voice slightly shaking, although you don’t know if its because of the cold or because he hasn’t seen you in forever. “You’re not stepping foot into my house while you're soaking wet.” His lips quirk up at that, there’s the girl he knows. “Would you like to come down then?” You make a show of mulling it over, although you already know the answer. The jacket is already in your hand by the time you're down the stairs and reaching for your keys. You quickly slip it on and rush out of the house. The rain soaks you before you’ve even reached Dal, the wind picking up speed and the rain turning into heavier droplets. He stands taller than you, by quite a bit actually, but his shoulders sag when you reach him. There’s a few seconds of silence, except for the torrent of rain that was battering both you and him. “I miss you.” He says, quietly. “That’s sweet.” There was a pause before Dally took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I messed up big time.” “You seem to do that a lot” You interject. He gives you a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I do. But I’m so sorry, really. It’s kind of hard adjusting to a ‘relationship’. I just thought that I could get a head start if..” his voice goes quiet, “if you ever decided to leave me like Sylvia. I thought I could prove I was a tuff guy. I’m not tuff, not really. Especially when it comes to you. I really hate that I’m turning soft or whatever..” He looked up at you, his usually harsh eyes were unexpectedly innocent. “Dallas, you can’t keep thinking that I’m going to morph into Sylvia. I’m not Sylvia, you’ve got to understand, you can’t keep letting this front our relationship.” You hugged your jacket tighter around you. “You’re right, you're not Sylvia, you’re so much more, so much better than she will ever be.” and before you could react his hands moved to your face and he pulled you in. The kiss was, dare I say, “magical”, resparking feelings that you had tried to put out for the whole time Dally was missing from your life. You pulled away quickly. “Please, doll, I’m so sorry for everything, I’m ready to be a better boyfriend, don’t pull away from me.” He nearly sobs. You roll your eyes and take your keys from out of your jacket pocket. “As much as I love the ‘kiss in the rain’ cliche, it’s fucking cold out here Dal,” you smile at him, taking his hand. He wraps his arm around your neck pulling you in again. His hand slips into yours and you realize how warm it is in his arms.

[tasteleeknow]

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff. content: 18+ only. warnings below cut. word count: 2k

summary: you go on a camping trip with your boyfriend. he cooks for you the whole trip and you show him how grateful you are. praise, hands—everything you’d expect. don’t look at me.

afab!reader. profanity. unprotected intercourse. hand kink. finger sucking. praise kink. consensual somnophilia.

The flames dance in front of you, pulling you into a trance only Minho’s voice breaks you out of. “Are you hungry?” he says, reaching forward to poke at the burning logs with a stick. 

“Hm? Oh, a bit.” 

He stands, draping his jacket over your shoulders. “I’ll start dinner,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You look back to the flames, zoning out again as your boyfriend shuffles around you. 

Fires had a similar effect on you as trains. Much like when you stared out the window on a long journey, the orange flames would pull you deep into your thoughts—contemplating your life, fantasising about what you’d like it to be. You’d been on a train the day you met your boyfriend, staring at the rolling fields as you imagined a life where you weren’t completely alone. He’d dropped into the seat across from you with no warning, no big announcement—as if he was just another stranger and not the person you’d come to love more than anyone else in the world. 

He’d sat there reading a book, totally oblivious to your inner turmoil. Talk to the cute boy, you’d repeated to yourself, over and over and over. It wasn’t until he looked up suddenly from his book—trapping you in direct eye contact—that you’d been forced to act. He was gracious as you stuttered out a poor attempt at friendly conversation, politely answering your questions about his book, about where he was going. You’re grateful everyday for the length of that trip, giving you more than enough time to settle your nerves and get to know him properly.

“You solving world hunger?” he says now, snapping you out of your trance again. He waves a hand in front of your face, a fond half smile pulling the corner of his mouth up. He hands you a bowl of spaghetti. 

“Thank you.” 

“Are you? Thankful,” he teases, taking a seat in his own camping chair next to you. You look up from your bowl, giving him a questioning look. “How are you going to show me your gratitude?” he continues, leaning towards you. 

“Thank you SO much.” 

“You’ll have to do better than that if you want breakfast.” 

You suck in a breath, putting on a shocked expression. “You’d keep breakfast from me?” 

“Don’t test me.” 

You lean back in your chair, pulling your legs up so you can eat comfortably. “Let me think about it.” 

He leans back, nodding in satisfaction as he digs into his own food. “Good,” he mumbles around a mouthful. You smile to yourself, amused by his obvious desire for praise making a reappearance. It didn’t matter how many times you teased him for it, he couldn’t help himself. 

You sit around the fire as you both digest, discussing everything from your plans for tomorrow to the concept of gravity. When he stretches his arms above his head, a yawn following his low groan, you take it as a sign it’s time for bed. He showers as you clean up. That was your routine. He cooked, you cleaned. 

By the time you’ve showered as well he’s comfortable in bed, reading a book. He looks up from the pages, catching you staring at him. “What?” he asks, dropping the paperback into his lap. 

“You were reading when we met.” 

He laughs. “C’mere,” he says, pulling the blankets back so you can crawl in beside him. You attach to his side, arms wrapped around him. “You gonna reminisce everytime I open a book?” 

“Only if we’ve been in close proximity to a fire or a train,” you mutter. He doesn’t question you, shuffling you both down the bed and pulling the covers over you. You reach out to flick the bedside light off before pressing back into his body, his arms holding you tightly against him. 

You’re both quiet for a moment, taking in the stillness. “Can you hear that?” you whisper, the sounds of nature surrounding your tent. His arms tighten around you. 

“You scared?” 

“No.” 

“What if a bug gets in?” 

You lift his hand to fiddle with his fingers and then begin tracing your finger over his prominent veins. “I might get a bit scared,” you confess. 

“Mm? I’ll protect you.” 

“So brave,” you say, smiling at the memory of him yelping as a beetle crawled across his shoe a few hours earlier. 

“Have you thought about how you’re gonna thank me?” he mumbles, lips pressed to your skin. The warmth from his body spreads through you to your heart, beating steadily in your chest. His requests for praise always filled you with a soft fondness, weakening you until you gave in. Always. You press your hips back against him. 

“You can wake me,” you whisper. 

“Hm? Wake you?” 

You’re quiet, waiting for him to catch on. One of his palms moves up to your chin, turning your head so he can see your face. “Like on my birthday?” he asks, the almost childish hopefulness in his tone pulling a smile onto your face. 

“Yeah,” you confirm, “like your birthday.” He presses his lips to yours roughly, a groan accompanying his kiss. You turn towards him, pressing your chest to his so you can wrap yourself around him properly. 

“I’ll cook every night,” he mutters into your mouth, hand reaching down to grip your ass—pulling you against him more. You giggle, pressing your hands to his chest so you can detach from him. He resists at first, then relents. 

“Don’t get too excited,” you say, tracing his plush lips with your finger. “I have to sleep first.” 

“Are you tired?” 

“Mm.” 

“Good.”

You press one last kiss to his lips then turn around so he can wrap himself around you again. “Goodnight,” you whisper, lifting his hand from your waist to kiss his knuckles. He hums in response, burying his face in your hair. 

You wake to a hand stroking your hair from your face, lips pressed to the skin behind your ear. Why those are the sensations you're first conscious of and not the heavy cock sliding between your legs, you don’t know. “‘Got you all slippery, baby. You slept through it…massaged it all over your pretty little pussy for you,” he mumbles into your skin. You feel it, the wetness between your legs, the inside of your thighs. The bottle of lube sits unassuming on the bedside table. 

He turns your face towards him, your eyes still bleary from sleep—blinking slowly as you attempt to wake properly. “What time is it?” you whisper against his lips. 

“S’only been an hour… couldn’t wait,” he mutters, pressing messy kisses across your lips. “Too pretty…and soft…and warm.” 

He rocks his hips back and forth against you, his hot cock sliding against your cunt easily. You turn your head from his, pressing your face into the pillow to muffle your whine. 

“Shhhhh, gotta stay quiet,” he says, one of his hands moving to wrap around your neck. You lift your face from the pillow, concentrating on staying quiet as he rocks against you. You don’t last long, small sounds slipping from your throat as the throbbing builds between your legs. His hand moves to cover your mouth, his warm skin against your lips. 

“Someone might hear, baby. Might hear those pretty little noises, hm? Getting woken up by cock. I know it’s a lot, yeah? So good for me.” 

You roll your hips, helping him move against you. His hand over your mouth doesn’t do much to muffle the noises you can’t hold back. He gives up, hand moving to your hips to help guide you as he finally sinks into you—the filthy stretch drawing out sounds from you both. 

You grab one of his hands, pulling his fingers to your mouth and wrapping your lips around him. He bottoms out, holding still as you both savour the feeling. He pulls his finger from your mouth, hand moving down to grasp one breast—wet finger flicking over your nipple. You attempt to grab his hand and pull it back to your mouth. He resists. 

“You want my fingers, baby?” 

“Mm.” 

“Why?” 

“Lo-love them.” 

“Yeah?” he breathes, hips beginning little movements against you—drawing his cock in and out slightly. 

“So much,” you whisper. “So pretty…distracting…want them in my mouth all the time.” 

He trails his finger up your throat, pulling his cock almost completely out of your cunt as he goes. The tip of his finger presses between your lips, then he sinks in—both his cock and finger pressing inside you simultaneously. “Like this?” he mutters. You feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs, needing a moment to gather your thoughts enough to respond. 

Then, you nod, moaning around his finger as he begins fucking you slowly. “You suck me in so well, mm?” he mutters and you wonder if he’s talking about his finger or his cock. Both? You close your eyes, wanting to focus entirely on the feeling of him. “Can feel your hot little tongue… so wet,” he continues, breath hitching when you clench against him. “Fuck.” 

You pull your lips from his finger, turning your head so you can attach your lips to his again. “Love you,” you mumble, “so much.” 

He smiles against your lips then rolls you over, pressing your chest into the mattress as he covers you with his body. His finger finds your lips again, asking for entrance. You kiss the tip then welcome him in, humming around him as he fucks you deep. 

“Gotta keep you quiet…” His breath tickles your neck as he mutters into your shoulder. “...keep sucking my finger while I fill you, hm?” You hum around him. “Good girl…my good girl.” 

Your  focus slips the longer he fucks into you, your mouth eventually falling slack. He slips a second finger between your lips and begins pressing them in and out slowly. “Min,” you mumble around his fingers, struggling to stop your mind slipping away completely. 

“Mm? What is it, baby?” 

You gasp as he pulls back and fucks hard and deep once more, his skin slapping against yours. Then he stills, waiting for your response—his wet fingers tracing over your lips. “Th-thank you,” you manage to get out between shallow breaths. 

“For what?” he asks, his own breath shallow from exertion. 

“For…for taking care of me…” 

He hums, encouraging you to continue. 

“...for fucking me…” 

His fingers press into your mouth again before retreating. 

“...loving me,” you finish. 

He presses his lips to the skin behind your ear. “Don’t need to thank me for that…” he mutters, “just love me back.” 

“Lo-Love you…do…I do.” 

“I know,” he says, pressing one last kiss to your neck before his hips move again—much faster now. His fingers move back to your mouth, not moving anymore—his focus elsewhere. He works himself up, both of you nonverbal now—focused on the feeling of each other. 

When he suddenly pulls back, body lifting off you—a second of panic ripples through your chest at the loss of him. Then his arms wrap around you, pulling you back with him. He fucks you on his lap, wet fingers relocating from your mouth to circle your clit. When you reach your high he pushes you back down onto the bed, fucking into you fast and hard until he joins you. His final moan is high and drawn out, much too loud for where you were and the time of night. You don’t care, a fucked out smile spreading across your face as he collapses beside you. 

When your panting breaths return to normal, and the sounds of nature are the dominant sounds again, you push yourself up on your elbows so you can lean over and kiss his lips gently. “Good?” he asks. 

“Good,” you answer. 

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[teddypickerry]

Hi, i really love your posts, i was wondering if you could perhaps do dating jess mariano hc’s. No problem if you dont want to but anything for jess would be amazing🤍

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑.

d a t i n g j e s s m a r i a n o h c!

pairings! jess mariano x fem! reader

a/n! oh my goddd i love him so fucking much guys. it’s practically an illness at this point. anyways i hope i did you justice ;)

+ being with stars hollow's own troublemaker was a front page story itself

+ everyone told you your heart would get broken and to not fall for such a rebellious kid

+ but he’s so much more than a gnome stealer with good music taste

+ he always brought you food when you were alone

+ and honestly got a little flushed when you walked into the diner one day in a mini skirt

+ he'd never admit it though

+ but he pulled you into the supply closet and placed kisses all over like he'd lose you in ten seconds if he didn't

+ "is it my birthday today?”

+ getting caught by luke right before the good stuff was gonna happen

+ "really you two? you're that rabid that you couldn't have gone upstairs? you're on food kids, this is a business. you can't multiply next to my cheese!”

+ jess pulling you out of the room before you could apologize (taking luke's advice and taking you upstairs)

+ making you a tape of some random songs that made him think of you

+ lots of the strokes, the smiths, inhaler, nirvana, pixies, and a bunch of random rock songs

+ obviously and i love her by kurt cobain

+ can't forget a few halestorm songs

+ a random knock at your window while you brushed through your hair made your head turn, already knowing who it was

+ he was sat there and raised his eyebrows at you as you opened the windows and he pressed a kiss to your lips

+ he handed you the tape, laying on your bed in the process

+ he denied whenever you teased him for the sweet gesture

+ even though it was all true

+ random visits through your window on a daily basis

+ your mom heard them nearly everytime but did nothing to stop the interaction as long as you were using protection

+ walks through stars hollow with his arm around you are by far his favorite activity

+ besides maybe reading together by a tree

+ ooh and gifting you books he annotated for you while he should have been working

+ taking little pins that say weird shit from record shops and putting them on your bag and on his jacket

+ so you're like always together

+ falling asleep on the phone and luke finding jess after he closed up, cuddling the phone to his ear

+ and don’t worry, he didn’t let his little lovebot forget

+ when you guys were just friends, he stole a photo booth slide from your mirror and kept it in his nightstand every since

+ and not for any weird reason but simply to see that pretty smile whenever he pleased

+ getting pissed off whenever you interact with a guy your age

+ even if you're just being polite or doing your job, he's all "hi" and giving you a wet kiss to make sure that guy knows

+ getting a stick and poke of your initial on his hand because he can. he's jess.

+ and since you're not quite there yet, you wrote his initals on your favorite pair of sneakers

+ "why did you yell at that guy at work he won't talk to me now?" "i told him if he did talk to you... i'd cut his tongue out and make him swallow it." "very mature jess, your psycho is showing." "good, thought i lost my touch."

+ calling into radio stations or camping out by himself just to get you concert tickets

+ luke trying to take a picture of the both of you

+ you smiling awkwardly while jess is simply annoyed but looks over at you, his eyes softening and a small smile falling on his face

+ that picture being framed above the fireplace the two of you share in new york <333

[sphylor]

cw: blood

Today's practice had turned out way more stressful than Dew had expected. Papa was caught up in some ministry business so the ghouls were left to go through songs and choreography by themselves. Dew was a little bit thrown off by this news but it was fine. They had done loads of ghoul only practices before and done everything they needed to do. But there was an air of what Dew could only describe as silliness hanging over the other ghouls today and it was making it hard to get damn near anything done. 

“-and then I told him that I didn't even work there!” Swiss exclaimed as Phantom and Cirrus doubled over with laughter.

“So you had this poor guy follow you around the whole store trying to get your attention?” Cumulus giggled as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“I don't even know why he did it!” 

There was another eruption of laughter and Dew eyed the instruments that his bandmates had abandoned to go listen to Swiss’ story. He looked round at the other ghouls and saw the same level of disinterest in practicing. Rain had sat down on the edge of Mountain's platform and pulled out his phone and headphones while the earth ghoul absentmindedly drummed out a beat and stared out the window. Aurora had even linked her phone to one of the speakers and was playing some new hit pop song. Everything was so loud and disorganised. Dew tried to get anyone's attention, but between the laughter and the music and the sound of Mountain's drums no one could hear him. Or they were all just ignoring him. 

“Guys can we get on with the fucking practice? We start touring in a month and we still have so many things to go over.” Dew raised his voice and everyone went quiet. Aurora turned off the music and everyone got back into position. Dew felt guilt start to grow in his gut at all the sheepish looks on his bandmates faces. But he shook his head and looked at the setlist they needed to practice for the first show. “Okay let's just start from the top because Papa isn't here.”

They got through the first few songs without a hitch but when they got to the first solo in Faith, one of Dew's hands decided to cramp and completely fuck up the whole thing. Dew stifled his cry of pain and everyone stopped to see what happened. 

“I'm fine. Let's just start again.”

Dew tried again but his fingers weren't cooperating. He kept fumbling the notes as his hand continued to ache even after the cramping stopped. He was getting increasingly frustrated with himself. Everytime he messed up the solo he went back to the start and tried it again. He didn't even notice when the other's stopped playing when he started to do that. He also didn't notice his glamour slipping and, with what seemed to be a deafening twang, Dew's claws sliced straight through several strings.

The sound of his only blood rushing through his head was the only thing he could hear as he stared down at the guitar. One of the strings must have caught his hand as it snapped and Dew watched the blood drip down his wrist, staining his sleeve. 

Phantom rushed over and tried to take his hand. “Dew, you're bleeding! Let me fix that for y-”

A deep, guttural growl cut the quint off as Dew snatched his hand back and threw his pick to the floor. He would have thrown his whole guitar to the floor too if he didn't know how much it would cost to replace it. So he just shoved it on its stand and stormed out of the room.

As he marched down the corridors he could feel the hot tears start to stream down his face. He was such a fucking idiot. Phantom didn't deserve that. None of them deserved the brunt of his temper. The guilt made his stomach churn and he wanted to scream. He wrenched the door to his room open and slammed it shut behind him, before launching himself into bed. Grabbing the nearest pillow, he screamed into it until his throat was raw and his head hurt. 

After that, he realised that the feeling of his clothes sticking to his sweaty skin was just too much and he practically ripped them off his body, throwing them across the room and not caring where they landed. Then he remembered the cut on his hand and saw how much blood he had got all over his bed. It was everywhere. All the thrashing about he had done had caused the wound to keep reopening and bleeding all over his sheets and blankets and pillows. Dew practically jumped away from the bed and just stood there, too overwhelmed by everything to do anything. The tears started again and Dew just didn't know what to do. He fell to the ground and sobbed. 

[cuupidsss]

Euphoricly Gone.

You feel empty, you are empty. You’ve always been empty. Nothing and I mean nothing has ever made you feel fulfilled. Maybe the childhood birthday parties you’ve had and the cute games you’ve played with your friends sparked something but now.. now that doesn’t matter.

You’ve done it again, you went back to the one thing you’ve quit. It took only a couple weeks for it to crawl back into your life and slither down your throat and make you feel again.

You know it was wrong, your parents would probably go crazy if they found out you were taking those drugs again. You didn’t care, it made you nervous of course but there was to much going on to even care that much.

Your tired, so so tired. You have a lot of energy at the same time, everyone doesn’t seem to notice your state.

‘Thank god.’ Is what you would think of your mind was running straight. You looked at Taylor, she looked so happy. She’s chatting with Logan, Ashlyn is sitting by them, listening to the conversation quietly. Aiden yapping to her, she’s not really listening but she has a vague idea of what he’s speaking of.

Tyler’s right next to you, you don’t really talk to him, sadly. Ben is next to you, but closer to Taylor, your all in a small circle. At a park, on a nice blanket.

You feel guilty, but so light on your feet. Your happy, but you know it’s temporary.

“(Name)? (Name)? Are you okay? You’ve kinda just been staring off into the distance.” Taylor looks at you kinda worried, you smile lightly.

“Yeah.. I’m good.” You talk pretty slow, you smile again. Tapping your foot and look at everyone else. They’ve directed there attention to you for minute.

“I’m just chilling.” You make a thumbs up. You laugh a little, they all look content at that answer. Maybe your just crazy, maybe there actually worried and your convincing yourself that there content.

“Are you sure?” Logan pipes in quietly. You look at him sternly but kindly. “You do look a little.. off.” You frown.

You stick out your tounge jokingly. “Yeah, hello!! It’s me, I’m like super awesome and cool.” You joke, your not horrendously high or anything.

Everyone just goes silent and suddenly it’s like the conversation never happened and there conversing again. Tyler stares at you a little longer before sighing and going back to what he was doing. Which was nothing.

your phone rings.

Ding, ding, ding.

You breath in at the loud sounds, the group goes silent.

“Shit, sorry guys! I’m gonna go.. uhh,” you stare at the contact. It’s your older sister. You blink groggily and sigh. You stand up and walk away as far as possibly without leaving the park. Which isn’t far cause the park is small.

“You need to come home.” She says on the other line. Why? “Please, mom and dad said so.” She’s lying.

“Dad and mom aren’t home for another week.” You say, she sighs and ramble a little bit before you tell her your not leaving and hang up. You sit back down and fiddle with your hair. Shit. You feel around your pocket. Where did your baggy go? You had your shit in there. Where did it go?

You bite your lip, you can’t even ask the group. You feel around your pockets one more time and sigh. It’s not there. That stuff was expensive. You payed for that and now it’s gone. It wasn’t anything crazy but it was something to help your through the next WEEK of school and all these Fuck ads teachers.

You look at the group before looking down. What if they found it? It didn’t really have your name on it or anything so they wouldn’t know it’s yours but it’s scary.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna go.” You say aloud, everyone looks at you again. This time it makes you feel anxious.

“I thought you said you’d stay this time?” Aiden says questionably. He’s not budgy about it, just upset. You can’t tell.

Tyler speaks up, “Everytime we make plans to hangout you cancel or leave during it. It hasn’t even been 2 hours.” He’s right, you do do this. You shrug.

“Just been busy lately.” He doesn’t buy your shit but that doesn’t matter. “Sorry?” You say and smile. “My sister called and-“ a loud sigh interrupts you.

“What’s your problem?” You say looking at Tyler. He looks at you innocently.

“What do you mean?” He mocks a expression of innocences, clearly sarcastic.

“Your acting like I want to leave early. I don’t.” You say. You frown again. “I’m leaving, bye everyone.” You left, quick and swiftly.

You didn’t want to leave. After you left you felt content and comfortable.

Back at the park the group continued, a little bummed you left but all the same.

“What’s that?” Ashlyn says quietly, not to loud but not meekly. Everyone looks at a baggy on the ground. Right by Tyler.

“Is that yours Tyler?” Logan asks, Ben looks over to Tyler aswell. Tyler shakes his head.

“It’s (names), I saw her drop it.” He says, dryly.

[not-ur-boy-toy]

Hartbreak Ranch Chapter 3

AN: More of a bigger chapter text wise, but deffo one with some more drops about Shawn! Also can't thank enough for the love I am receiving for this, taglist is always open <3 I hope you enjoy, and also BTW, It is now finally on AO3 as well whoop whoop!

TW: Like usual, foul language, drugs/alcohol mentioned as well as some hints at addiction, some sex mentioned (not written about, just hinted at), Shawn being Shawn, some slight angst if you could put it as that?

Word count: 5.6K

Tags: @fairiebabey

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Morning light seeped through the window and curtains, greeting Shawn with an annoyed groan. He tried to dig his face against the pillows his head laid on, trying to hide from the light that seemed to peel his eyes open. It was too early for him, he could easily tell from the sound of the roosters that lived on the farm that crowed at the sun peeking over the farm. A soft grunt left his lips as he rubbed his eyes, wiping the sleep from them before slowly and lazily opening them to look at the clock that tick-tick-ticked too loud for Shawn’s liking. It was six in the morning. A time Shawn only saw when he was out partying and finally coming home. He debated sleeping in some more, but he knew sleep wouldn’t find him at all, so with a reluctant huff and curses underneath his breath, he got out of his warm cocoon of his bed to start the day. 

It felt odd being up this early, especially feeling fresh for once. Any normal morning for Shawn was one where he’d debate having a hair of the dog to get him feeling straight, maybe even taking some happy pills to get the day going. Sometimes he would have a body next to him, one that was familiar to him, other times it was a colleague he found some small interest in. Most days he did find himself alone wherever his work had him stay. He wasn’t sure which one was worse and he didn’t really want to think about that at all. Diesel would have easily told him to ‘Enjoy your life, you only live once’ before placing a kiss on Shawn’s head and leaving the bed they shared for one night to go get coffee… It was a blurry line what Diesel was to Shawn. Was he his bodyguard? Therapist? Friends with benefits? Who knows.

A warm shower was what he needed to wake him up and refresh him for the day ahead, as well as perfecting his outfit for the day. His outfit of choice was somewhat a simple outfit yet still stylish, he chose a cream coloured turtleneck from Ralph Lauren that he was supposed to wear for one of his photoshoots, but it was the only shirt he had where it didn’t have long sleeves. He paired it with a pair of mocha coloured slacks from Prada and he once again wore his favorite pair of black heeled boots ... Sure it was simple in his eyes, but he did look like he was ready for a business meeting. His hair was pulled up into a half-up half-down and finally, he added a bit of makeup, some simple mascara as well as highlighter on his cheeks. He sprayed on some of his cologne, the bottles label was almost gone from how long he had the bottle. It was a gift from Marty when Shawn first began his modeling career. It was a cheap brand, much like his cigs, but it was special to him. 

The scent had faded over the years, from what Shawn could remember, it smelt strongly of spices, mostly cinnamon, it almost had a strong, chemical smell which he originally hated, but now? The cinnamon had disappeared, the spices had almost gone except for the light, sweet smell of vanilla. There wasn’t much left in the bottle, he could have easily thrown it away ages ago… But everytime he did so, he hesitated, he couldn’t let go of it. 

Finally, Shawn grabbed the last few things he needed; his dead phone, his packet of cigs (with his happy sticks inside) and his lighter. He placed them in his pocket before taking a deep breath in and leaving the silent room. Already, before he even reached the top of the staircase, the smell of freshly made pancakes drifted through the house, even upstairs. They smelt mouthwatering and even his stomach had to agree as it grumbled in agreement. He could hear the busy household buzzing around as well, the sound of pans clanking in the kitchen, some chatting and even laughing. Even this early the Harts were busy which didn’t surprise Shawn at all. His boots clicked against the wooden stairs as he slowly, almost anxiously made his way downstairs. Shawn wasn’t anxious. Never. He was self-assured. Laid-back even. Never anxious. 

Laughing and chatter grew louder as the young man made his way finally to the dining room, his blue, ocean eyes landing on the same table from the night before. Fresh daffodils in a vase sat in the center of the table, a few plates of food were laid on the table including the same pancakes he smelt upstairs, some sunny-side up eggs, a fruit basket full of fresh looking apples, oranges, bananas and grapes. Shawn’s stomach grumbled again at the delectable spread on the table. He wasn’t a breakfast person at all. A piece of fruit and some coffee would be enough for Shawn until lunch, but the breakfast that was laid out truly looked like a feast for a king. Something truly better than whatever a Michelin star restaurant could offer. Reaching out towards the fruit basket, Shawn went to grab one of the plump almost juicy looking apples before he was stopped by the familiar honeyed voice of Helen, jumping slightly in surprise.

“Ah-ah-ah! Breakfast isn’t done just yet, just you wait Mr!” She teased with a soft, gentle smile as she walked into the room, her heels tapping against the floor as she made her way over to the table with a plate of crispy bacon.

“Oh shit- Sorry, Mrs Hart” Shawn quickly apologized, moving his hand away from the tempting apple.

“And no swearing in this household, you may be the guest, but my house, my rules” 

“Sh- I mean- Sorry, again” Shawn apologized again, a blush of embarrassment coating his cheeks. When was the last time he had been scolded?

“No need to apologize, love, mistakes happen, It’s your first morning with us” Helen’s soft laugh ran through the dining room as she placed the plate in an empty spot of the table. “Here, come give me a hand in the kitchen if you can” she hummed out as she made her way back to where she appeared from. Shawn glanced at the delicious table in front of him before huffing softly, breakfast could wait for now.

Entering the kitchen, Shawn was greeted by the view of most of the Hart’s. Owen was filling up some jugs with some juices, one being apple juice, another was orange and he even filled one up with milk. Diana was reading a magazine, leaning against the counter next to her brother, showing him whatever was on it, and Stu was currently at the stove, flipping some extra pancakes for the feast in the other room. Shawn looked over at Helen, wondering what task he would be doing, he couldn’t exactly cook, he could make a good piece of toast on a good day, but pancakes like Stu was doing? He might as well just burn the kitchen down by looking at it!

“If you could wash up those few pots then that would be lovely” Helen spoke softly as she picked up the last plate of pancakes, heading back into the dining room. Shawn pulled a small face at the task. Him? Washing some plates? If it weren’t for the woman's sweet voice, he would have complained to hell and back, he was a model for God's sake! Not a servant!

“I wouldn’t hesitate to do it, Ma can be pretty cruel if you don’t help out” Owen chuckled out, throwing Shawn out of his thoughts.

“Yeah! She’ll make some gruel for breakfast… Davey really likes it though, it’s weird” Diana chirped in, tilting her head slightly as she continued to look at her magazine.

“That’s because Davey is weird” Owen mumbled out with a smirk, knowing how much it irked his sister.

As the two siblings argued over this ‘Davey’, Shawn went over to where the sink was. There wasn’t that much to clean at all, yet Shawn still dreaded it. He took a deep breath in before reaching for the sponge and reaching into the bowl of hot, soapy water. A shiver ran down his spine as he began to clean the items that had been left in there to soak, it wasn’t a pleasant thing at all. 

“I hope that room was good enough for you, Shawn”, Stu grunted out slightly before placing the pan and spatula he had been using for the pancakes by the side of the sink.

“It was cozy, thank you sir, I slept like a baby honestly” Shawn replied back, resisting the urge to gag as he felt something brush against his hand in the water. He was not gonna try and figure out what it was… 

A simple hum was the only reply Shawn got back from the man of very few words before Stu walked away after turning the stove off, heading out of the room. Shawn glanced over his shoulder, now realizing he was left alone in the room. He assumed everyone had done their ‘jobs’ for their breakfast while he still had to clean up. He huffed in annoyance, swearing under his breath as he looked back at the water. He could have easily stopped what he was doing and lied about finishing washing up… Yet, from Owen’s warning, he didn’t want to eat gruel. 

“Stupid morning chores…” He muttered under his breath, his brows scrunched together in frustration. He was starving. He threw down the spatula Stu had left on the side into the soapy water, some of it landing slightly on his clean, expensive shirt.

“Fuckin’ stupid ass sp-”

“Woah now, those dishes haven’t done anything to you”, A hypnotic, warm voice rang out as well as the sound of heavy boots as they walked into the kitchen. Shawn’s baby blues widened slightly, his cheeks flushing slightly in a second round of embarrassment as he looked over his shoulder to see Bret’s figure by him. 

“Shit! You scared me, I thought it was your mom… She’s already told me off for swearing”, Shawn chuckled out, “But they have done something to me, ruined my good shirt”. A soft huff left his lips as he tore his eyes away from Bret.

Bret raised a brow, his warm, chocolate eyes glancing on the simple looking shirt Shawn wore. He noticed the small wet patches from the water, but nothing looked ruined. As well as noticing the water on his shirt, the larger man did notice the still rather dirty dishes Shawn had tried to wash. 

“It’s probably because you’re rushing to wash up, it’s not ruined though, just give it some time to dry”, Bret replied back before continuing, “My mom is gonna get ya’ to wash up again with the state of those…” He pointed out, gesturing to the pots that still had some pancake batter stuck to them as well as other bits that clung to them. 

“It’s not that bad…” Shawn argued back with a pout. He didn’t see anything wrong with the dishes.

A brief chuckle left Bret’s lips as he stood by Shawn, he looked at the other like he was delusional, like he had to be joking about the pots.

“...Maybe they are pretty bad, but it’s not my fault!” Shawn squawked out, “It’s just… stubborn or something”

“Are the pots stubborn or are you being stubborn?” Bret teased, “Here, since you don’t know how to do it properly, let me show you”

Bret reached over to gently take the sponge off of Shawn, his fingers lightly grazed across Shawn’s soft skin sending a small shiver down the model’s spine. It was a light touch, something that was barely noticeable. Shawn shouldn’t have been blushing like he was over a small touch- Hell! He was a model, he had been touched and caressed for photoshoots, especially his Playgirl photoshoot… A small nudge from Bret shook Shawn out of his own thoughts as he moved out of the way, a small ‘sorry’ leaving his lips. 

“Luckily there’s not much to clean, but you’ve gotta take it slow and rough…” Bret’s deep voice hummed out as he began to show Shawn how to properly wash the dishes.

“Slow and rough? It’s a plate, not a bedmate” Shawn chuckled out as he leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes never leaving Bret’s hands. 

“It’s the best way to do it” Bret smirked slightly.

Soft laughter filled the room before a comfortable silence settled. To give Shawn a break, Bret finished the dishes, there was no point in leaving him to half-ass the job again, even with showing him how to do it. 

“Thanks again for saving my ass, gruel doesn’t sound very appetizing” Shawn thanked as he passed Bret a nearby kitchen towel to dry his hands with, their hands once again brushing against each other. A small, pleasant shiver ran down his spine again. He seriously couldn’t understand why a small touch would set him off so much.

“It’s… not pleasant, I don’t even wish that on my worst enemy to even have” Bret chuckled out as he wiped his hands on the kitchen towel, “Luckily, you won’t need to eat it, c’mon, Owen is a glutton for the pancakes, I won’t be surprised if he’s already eaten about five of them”.

Pancakes were definitely something Shawn didn’t want to miss out on, they smelt amazing! So, without any hesitation, the two made their way into the dining room. Owen was, just like what Bret said, eating a stack of pancakes that were covered in a few of the fruits, some bacon and some maple syrup. Diana was eating an apple while talking to Helen and Stu was drinking a glass of orange juice while reading a newspaper. Shawn sat down beside Owen while Bret sat across from them, sitting next to Diana.

“Mm! To’ ou lon’ nough!” Owen muffled out with a mouth full of food who was instantly shot a dirty look by his older brother.

“No talking with your mouthful Owen” Bret reprimanded as he began to fill his plate with food. Owen groaned slightly before swallowing the food he was eating,

“Sorry, sorry… Took you long enough,” Owen grinned, “I thought I was lucky enough to eat all of these”.

“Eatin’ all of the pancakes and getting a tummy ache, eh? Ma’ would have stopped you” Bret warned with a soft, lighthearted chuckle.

Breakfast went past as fast as the supper from the night before. Conversations ran freely which Shawn stayed mostly silent in, he preferred listening to the Hart’s instead. It was rather enjoyable to hear, and the food he ate? It was perfectly sweet even if he didn’t eat much of it. A simple pancake with some fruits and syrup lathered over the top (more than enough to make the pancake swim in it) was enough for Shawn, especially as a special treat. 

A soft, satisfied huff came from Owen as he finished his pile of pancakes. “That was great like usual ma and pa!” he declared as he stood up from his chair with a screech as it scraped across the floor, “Mm, I gotta head to work though, gotta take care of your little lady Shawn” he exclaimed happily, “You should seriously see it Pops, it’s a beaut!”.

“She is, it’s my pride and joy…” the model replied back before continuing, “Oh shi-Shoot, before I forget, Bret said you’d be able to charge my phone at the shop..?” He questioned as he reached into his pocket to grab his phone.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’ll be able to, should be fully charged by the time I'm back,” Owen grinned out as he took the phone from Shawn, placing it in his own pocket for safe keepings, “Your lil’ lady and your phone will be in good hands!” he called out as he left the room, heading off to get to the shop.

“So, what’s your plans for today Shawn?” Stu piped up as he began to carefully fold the newspaper he held in his hands and placed it down on the table. His cold eyes stared down Shawn in curiosity.

“My plans? Well… I’m not sure, I might have a look around your ranch, It’s quite a pretty sight” Shawn shrugged slightly. It wasn’t like he could get into town and back. He would have had to wait for Owen to finish his shift to be dropped back off.. It wasn’t really an appealing idea. 

“Bret could show you around if you give him a hand with a few chores,” Stu took a moment to have a quick sip of his orange juice before continuing, “You might be a guest, but you’ve gotta help out now n’ again”.

Shawn stayed quiet for a moment, fighting the urge to argue back. Him? doing chores? Around the ranch? Great. He had already done the dishes- Or well, Bret did. But he was a guest! Not a farmer! His clothes were definitely going to get ruined, perhaps even destroyed… Yet, he held his tongue and gave Stu a fake smile.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m happy to give a hand” He spoke through gritted teeth.

***

Walking out of the cozy home from the backdoor, Shawn was greeted by the already hot morning air. It was almost 7:30AM and it already felt like it was about 70°F already. Sure, he was originally from Texas and he was used to the blistering heat… But it being this warm already in the morning without a draft of wind? It was gonna be a long, uncomfortable day.

“We’ve gotta feed the animals first, the barn is this way” Bret’s deep voice rang out as he started to walk away from the house, heading down the dusty path towards the old, rickety looking barn in the distance. It was exactly as what Shawn thought a Ranch would look like, one that he would draw in the classic poppy red crayon and white for the accents. Although this building had seen better days from the white beams that held the wooden place up had easily been dirtied up from the weather, changing it to more of an eggshell color… Which was a huge difference that Shawn had learned from the people who made outfits for his photoshoots. 

Following after the taller man, Shawn had plenty of time to now admire what the other wore. The same black cowboy hat sat upon his soft looking curls on his head, his shirt was now a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up once again, hugging onto his thicker forearms. He wore a dark blue pair of jeans which once again shaped him oh so nicely. Shawn’s blue eyes locked onto the backside of Bret, admiring the man’s… ‘Ass-ests’. He couldn’t help but to enjoy the sight, he did truly love a good ass and a good pair of tits- which Bret had both of as far as he could see. The last time he saw that was with Sherri… Which was something that only stayed as professional sadly. At least they still stayed in touch, especially as his manager. 

“...-So those are the jobs we have to do, leave the heavy lifting to me” Bret’s voice continued as Shawn’s attention was brought back as he stumbled to a stop once he realized last second that Bret had stopped walking, he had almost walked into the man's back from being distracted. His baby blue eyes quickly glanced up at Bret, noticing those warm chocolate eyes staring back at him in confusion. 

“Everything alright?” His deep voice questioned as he opened up the doors of the barn.

“Huh? Oh- Yeah! Yeah, all is goood.. Just… Tired?...” Shawn lied trying to hide the fact he was ogling the man, he even tried a fake yawn and a stretch to try and ease the others confusion.

“See, just tired!” He quickly repeated to hide the unsureness of his reply.

A raise of a brow was the only reply Shawn got from a reply from Bret as they entered the rustic looking barn. From what Shawn had seen from barns (which were just ones from TV shows and movies), the place wasn’t as… well, intricate as what he thought it would be. The place wasn’t neat and shiny clean, nor were there any small cute fairy lights that hung between each stall. Hay coated the floor of the place as a few chickens strutted around, soft ‘clucks’ leaving them as they picked at the small pieces off the ground. A few horse’s heads poked out from the stalls, all being different colourings, yet none like the angelic white horse he had rode for the photoshoot. One of the few horses did catch his attention though, from its head, it had a dark, pitch black mane, its coat was a chestnut brown with some white spotting, the largest spot covering it left it’s eye… But it was its eyes that caught his attention the most. Those eyes were almost white. It was oddly beautiful- yet scary. 

“Jesus fuckin’ christ, those are some eyes…” he mumbled out underneath his breath as he walked towards the horse, the animal letting out a small whinny as he approached.

“Cielo? She does, only one on the ranch with those kind of eyes… Must admit, she scares a few kids every so often” A soft laugh left Bret as he watched Shawn pet the mare almost cautiously.

“I’d see why, it’s unusual”

“Unusual but adds to her personality… She’s my gal, she’s real friendly”

Shawn grinned slightly as Cielo nuzzled her nose against his hand making him chuckle, as well as hearing Bret call the horse ‘his gal’. It was somewhat ironic since he called his own car ‘his lady’, but Bret just didn’t look like the type to call anything like that. He gave the mare one last pet as he continued to follow after Bret, going past seven other horses that were either poking their head out of the stall or minding their own business. Finally, the two made it to the back of the barn after the little distraction, and if Shawn thought the front of it was messy? The back was worse… Obviously in his own eyes. The back had piles of different hay bales that towered over them on both sides as well as loose hay that stacked into smaller mounds, as well as a few different bins of different colors stood nearby. The wall in front of them held a tool board full of different items like a shovel, a few different screwdrivers, a few hammers and a drill. There were a few things Shawn had no idea about, but a few of the things just looked like they were straight out of a horror film… That or he was being dramatic. He wasn’t gonna ask Bret though, that would either leave the man actually killing him, if he was a murderer, or just straight up laughing at him. Both were as bad as each other.

“So, are we using this hay for the horses?” Shawn questioned as he looked at the piles while trying to hide the grimace on his face.

“It’s barley, not hay, but that is the plan as well as a few other things as well, I did tell you before” Bret hummed out, “Unless, your tiredness stopped you from listening?”

“Ha! Noo… I was listening, just.. Dunno’ the difference between hay and barley” he quickly defended as he crossed his arms.

“Mm-hm, sure…” Bret teased with a small smirk as he reached over to grab one of the actual bales of barley with ease, “Go place this one in front of the doors, we need some for the other animals as well”.

Shawn stared at the bale in front of him before looking at Bret and back at the bale. This man was lucky he was attractive. With a slight nod of the head and a small huff, Shawn reached down and lifted it up by the bands that held it together with a grunt. It was surprisingly on the heavy side… But nothing too heavy for him to deal with! The two worked in almost surprisingly comfortable silence, the model would carry the bales to where Bret pointed. Time seemed to fly by until he stopped being passed the bales and a small sheen of sweat coated Shawn’s forehead and the back of his neck. Temperature had easily risen by the time they finished and Shawn was starting to feel it compared to the refreshing breeze he had the previous day while driving.

“Fuck… How-...How do you do this… every morning?” soft pants left Shawn as he tugged at the collar of his shirt slightly with one hand while the other fanned at his face.

“After doing it for so many years, it does get easier” the other let out a small laugh seeing the other struggling slightly, “We’re not even done, we have to sort em’ out… But I’ll be nice and do it for you, go sit outside for a bit and I’ll call you when I need you”.

Hearing that felt like heaven. He didn’t have to help out with the next thing and got to sit down! He could of easily taken the chance of course, but he had to be a good guest like he already was by asking,

“Are you…” the model panted out once again, still trying to catch his breath, “Are you sure?... I know I ain't as big as you, but I can still help!”

Bret glanced over his shoulder as he lifted up a bale onto his free shoulder with ease and not even sweating compared to the other.

“Like I said, I’ve got this, I’ve done this for years, go sit in the shade” the brunette gave Shawn a soft smile before entering a stall whistling a small tune to himself.

Shawn watched in awe, once again ogling the man. His muscles just flexed perfectly as he lifted up the barley without an issue. Now, Shawn didn’t really have a type. He had slept and flirted with both men and women of all different shapes and sizes, Diesel obviously being his biggest from pure height alone, but his ex Marty was almost similar size as himself… or well, a few inches smaller… Or centimeters… But either way, he could admit, he did love a brunette. This Bret just seemed to tick so many boxes for Shawn even if he couldn’t understand why, but he did understand that he did want Bret and he’d get his way eventually.

“O…Oh yeah, right, okay, holler for me if ya’ need me!” He quickly called out as he escaped the barn before the man could catch him staring at him again. He wasn’t too sure what time it was, but he was glad there was some shade to sit in… Just the only issue being, well, there weren't any benches or chairs or even pillows to sit on near the barn! Just dirt! Shawn might have been staying on a ranch, but there was one thing for certain, he wasn’t gonna stoop that low. He was not sitting on the floor and ruining his lovely pants! They were expensive! A small disgruntled huff left Shawn, he could head to the house and take his small ‘break’ there if he wanted to… But then missing Bret work? And having to deal with the others parents inside the house and do even more chores there? No thanks! Sure, as a kid, he loved mucking out in the rain, getting all dirty and having fun, but he wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a famous model and he was not going to put his standards that low. Anxiously, Shawn tapped his fingers against the box in his pocket, the box which contained two options to soothe himself when he felt like this. Carefully he chewed at his bottom lip, glancing over his shoulder to see where Bret was. He didn’t see him at any of the other stalls so he must have been busy with the first one he entered.

“Fuck it, one wont hurt… Not like m’ gonna use em’ all” He muttered under his breath as he eagerly reached into his pocket to grab a good friend of his. Pulling out the box of cigs and his lighter, he moved further away from the barn doors giving one more glance over his shoulder for reassurance. Bret wouldn’t smell the stuff from in there anyways, he could always smoke half and leave the rest for later, he just needed something to calm his head. Opening the flimsy, old cardboard box, Shawn moved a few of the cigarettes out of the way to reveal his premade joints. He always carried them around for days he needed a more… Clearer head. He would of chosen a different option like his painkillers in his suitcase, ones that really, reaallly sorted his head and gave him even better times, especially when his back acted up. Those ones were the fun ones to take, but he knew how he acted when he took them. Or well, mostly remembered how he was. He heard plenty from Hunter and Diesel about him being ‘erratic’ and ‘argumental’... But others like Marty, Razor and even Kid thought he was more of a ‘party animal’. He didn’t want to risk it while being at this place at the moment.

Carefully pulling out one of the thin yet slightly messy joints, he placed it between his lips as  he closed up the box and placed it back in his pocket. He was about to light the thing and relax, yet a small noise caught his attention which did make him jump slightly. Quickly turning around and facing the barn, Shawn’s baby blue eyes landed on a small, almost shadow-like figure exiting the building. Its eyes were a bright orange as they stared up at Shawn, its fur was like ash, a deep gray and black stripes that carved the way down its small, athletic body. 

“Me-ow?” The small, smooth furred cat chirped out curiously as it headed over to Shawn as it began to affectionately rub its head against Shawn’s legs as well as its body.

“Holy shit…” Shawn mumbled out as he watched the creature slither back and forth through Shawn’s legs, a soft rumble leaving the cat as it looked up at him. Quickly, he took the joint out of his mouth, stuffing it in his pocket without a care as he slowly and carefully crouched down.

“Hey lil’ guy,” He called out as he gently scratched the top of the cat's head. A bright smile reached his face as he heard the cat purring louder, “Aren't you just the sweetest lil’ thing ever!” He laughed out as he began to pet the cat more, the feeling of uneasiness leaving him as well as the irritation that came with it. 

“Mrrp!” the cat replied back almost instantly, almost like it was chatting back to Shawn. His smile grew bigger, he did find himself being more of a cat person than anything. Sure dogs were cool, Hunter had a few, but cats? They were just like him! Wanting attention when they wanted it, lounging around all day… They were just peaceful. He did say that one day he was going to get himself one, maybe a Siamese or even an American curl, but as his days got busier, the thought eventually left him. Of course, it didn’t stop him from dragging Diesel around into pet shops to look at the kittens as well as the other animals and pointing out the ones he would have if he could.

It seemed like hours had passed as he kept himself entertained with the cat, the small thing was extremely friendly and playful. It tried to climb into his lap multiple times as well as play with his laces on his shoes which he didn’t mind at all! It was adorable! He was enjoying his time with the little thing until he suddenly noticed the shadow looming over them both as well as his newly found friend staring up past Shawn. Slowly looking up, the models eyes slowly ran up the familiar look of dark, well used boots, those dark almost navy looking jeans, the same black shirt that was dusted in some barley before locking on to those lovely, deep chocolate eyes. A bashful smile was all Shawn gave before speaking,

“... I hope you haven’t been standin’ there too long”

“Maybe the last minute or two… Simba keeping you entertained?” Bret answered back with a chuckle, watching as Shawn slowly stood up with a small grunt.

“Is that what he is called? Seriously?” Shawn held back his laughter at the name.

“Yes, seriously, It’s better than the last cat we had… Owen named him Simba because he was loving The Lion King at the time, and when Diana was a kid, she named the other cat Kitty” Bret explained chuckling more as he heard the cat meowing constantly to get their attention, “He doesn't answer to Simba though which I’m more than happy about… He’s real friendly and needy”. The taller man reached down to try to pick Simba up, but frowned when Simba hissed slightly at him and went between Shawn’s legs.

“Huh, sure, real friendly… He’s a sweetheart to me” Shawn finally laughed out, “Clearly he doesn’t want to be your friend at the moment”. “I feed the little shit as well…” Bret muttered under his breath as he leaned back up as he watched Shawn carefully pick up Simba without any issues, “Traitor” he whispered out as his frown turned into a small, soft smile. His eyes softened slightly at the sight of the two.

[mini-garden-won]

Brother's Best friend (lhs ff)

warnings: none really, agressive Heeseung, mentions of alcohol, swearing, if i missed anything please tell me (first time writing here<3) Brother Sunghoon, Brother's best friend Heeseung "JUST LET ME GO HOON!" You shouted at your brother

"Nuh uh miss, first of all, not with that attitude you're not going. Second of all, that outfit is far too revealing, right Heeseung?" Your brother asks the lost boy who'd sat there between the fight.

"Uhm, I think she looks fine. Just let her go Hoon. She's 20, she can decide her outfits on her own." Heeseung responds

"See? Thank you Hee, my brother over here is being a little brat" You say

"Me a little brat? I'm trying to look out for you! Don't come running to me when all the guys at your party come for you. So much for bros Heeseung."

They all look at each other and giggle a little, easening the mood now

"Fine. you can go but don't be home too late and make sure you have a driver cause i'll be out with my girlfriend yeah? Oh and Heeseung could always drive you home right?" Sunghoon tells Y/n

"yep, I'm free all night, don't hesitate to call me" Heeseung reassures Y/n

"Sure yep, everything under control, I have a driver." y/n lies, she didn't have a driver but who cared right?

Wrong.

There you were, dazed in the middle of the party where you'd now lost all your friends, whether that being them going off with some random guy or having to go home from how drunk they'd been. So here you are, alone, desperately calling people you knew to pick you up but not a single one free. Your brother was out with his girlfriend, your parents out of town and the group of friends you came with completely wasted. There was the last person who you knew would always be free, but did you want to call your older brother's best friend? No,? Because you didn't want to bother him. But what option was there now?

phone rings "Hello Heeseung?" I say as I hear the call connect

"Did you need a ride home Y/n? I'll come right now, Are you okay?" The sleepy but worried tone comes from the other end of the call

"No no, I'm okay Hee, there isn't anyone available to pick me up so I was going to ask you if you could. Sounds like you were sleeping? Sorry for waking you up" I say apologetically "Don't be sorry Y/nnie (he had a nickname for you), text me the address, I'll come right away. Stay safe while I get there okay?"

You softly hum in response before ending the call and sending the address. it wasn't long before you'd seen his black care arrive in the driveway of the loud party. The lights on his Audi shining brightly towards you. A tall figure erupts from the cars door taking off his jacket.

"Y/nnie, you seem cold take my jacket" Heeseung says concerned. He definitely wasn't wrong, the tube top and mini skirt you were in really wasn't doing you justice in this weather. You nod your head and smile as a thanks as we walk to the passenger car door. Heeseung opens the car door for you (It wasn't something new, he'd done this everytime) his escorts you in, making sure you didn't hit your head and he softly shuts the door. The moment he'd turned around his arm was met with a girls hand- a random girl from the party's hands holding his arm. "Are you new around here hottie? Leaving so soon, a hottie like you should stay a little longer, have a little fun with me". The girl spoke flirtatiously. Heeseungs free hand was now sticking in the open car window as he leant on the car, still in shock from the unexpected girl. Jealousy began to creep your skin as you'd seen the way she talked and touched him. Heeseung was your older brother's best friend, you both had known each other since you were young, you grew up with him and it was no doubt he was good looking, it was almost bound that you'd have even the slightest feelings for him: which you did. The jealousy takes over you as you begin to hold onto Heeseungs free hand that had been resting on the inside of the window. You were sitting out of sit for the girl to see so she had no clue you were there. The girl begins to talk more and more, getting touchier and what madr your blood boil was that Heeseung wasn't stopping it. At this point you'd began to squeeze his hand a little and thats when the words finally escape his lips. "Sorry. I gotta go, my girl's in the car" The girl is then left dumbfounded with a dropped expression as Heeseung leaves to go to the driver's seat, no revealing your seat on the passenger side. Heeseung gets in the car and backs out of the driveway, this time his demeanor had been a bit off. "Are we going to talk about what you just did?" Heeseung asks quietly, breaking the long 5 minute silence. "About what? T-there's nothing to talk about" You respond, almost a little scared with the tone Heeseung had spoken in

"There is a whole lot to speak about darling. A whole lot"

Heeseung grabs your hand and holds in in his lap, squeezing it slightly as you try to pull it away but his grip was far too strong. The rest of the car ride stays silent before he pulls into your driveway. You mutter a quick thank you before rushing to open the car door and running straight for your door, thinking that Heeseung would just leave. but, no. Heeseung had been right behind you following each of your steps until you were about to slam the door on his face but he pushes the door open and softly pushes you in

"We have a lot to talk about. Stop walking away! What was that whole thing? Why'd you do that?" Heeseung asks frustrated

"I-it didn't mean anything Hee, s-she was just visibly making you uncomfortable and I wanted to help-" Heeseung cuts her off. "Wrong answer. I know you were jeaous."

"N-no! Why do you care so much? If roles were I'm sure you wouldn't have cared at all-" heeseung cuts her off again "Wrong fucking answer again sweetheart. Just admit that you were jealous"

Heeseung had his grip on you, firm against the wall. There was no escaping now. All you could do was stare at him straight in the eye.

"W-why would I be jealous? you wouldn't be?" You asked annoyed now.

"See, that's where you're wrong princess. Every time another guy breathes in the same vicinity as you, I'm ready to punch them. Did you know that?" Heeseung begins to say agressively

"W-what are you implying by t-that?" You begin to stutter, a little nervous from heeseungs new behaviour

"I fucking love you Park Y/n. That's what I'm trying to say" Heeseung blurts out

You stand there in shock as the guy you'd been crushing on, almost since birth had just confessed to you.

an hour later~

You guys were now laying in your bed watching a movie in your pajamas. This was a situation that would need to be told to your brother another time. He couldn't possibly be that mad..right?

[flatoutin-eaurouge]

Those are my portrait rights

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

This fic is dedicated to the lovely @schumi-honey who provided the plot and the lovely @kimizilla who provided the picture 💕💕 I had such a blast writing this! Thanks! 😭

As rumours would have it, Mika Häkkinen was a bit of a chaotic guy. Over the time span of two weeks he had forgotten to bring his wallet to a lunch with his manager, he had locked his unicycle to someone else's bike and he had panicked about losing his tortoise while the animal was still in the wooden box he had put it in minutes before. If his head wasn't connected to his body he would probably lose it too.

It wasn't the case that Mika was afflicted with a youthful kind of Alzheimer... the boy just didn't busy his mind with anything beyond racing. It was both a weakness and a strength. A weakness because he actually forgot the most basic things in life. A strength because he could fully focus on his racing career. It resulted in Ron Dennis and Keke Rosberg constantly meandering around him to help him be a functioning adult. Booking hotel rooms, planning taxi rides. Everything to help the talented boy develop into a merciless racing machine.

This afternoon, in his haste to double check if his beloved "turtus" was still in its box, Mika had forgotten to lock the door of his motorhome. It left an oppertunity for burglars looking for money, crazed fan girls wanting to look through his undies or... mysterious pranksters trying to set him up.

The silhouet standing in front of Mika's opened closet was one of the latter. The person wasn't looking for money or expensive watches. No... the mysterious burglar needed one, just one, particular piece of clothing. A piece of clothing Mika was seen wearing on a certain picture... a picture that made a certain person's heart skip a beat or two everytime he looked at it.

Johnny Herbert grabbed the tight black shorts with the blue, white and red accents from Mika's closet and grinned smugly. It were the shorts Mika was wearing in the picture that Michael Schumacher had "accidently" stumbled upon. Johnny knew Michael had kept the picture. He had seen it inside one of the drawers of his night stand when he was searching Michael's motorhome while the latter had gone to the bathroom.

It hadn't been a surprise to see the picture there, lying between Michael's socks, slightly frayed at the sides as if it was touched, held and admired a lot.

Johnny grinned mischievously as he replaced Mika's garment with a Benneton issued t-shirt that read Michael Schumacher's name on it. Not subtle at all, but then again, Michael's crush on Mika wasn't subtle either.

Johnny sneaked out off Mika's motorhome and beelined to the motorhome of the Finn's rival a few hunderd meters further down the paddock. Johnny knew Michael always left a window ajar for fresh air... and wouldn't that be a great way to get those shorts inside his motorhome!

Johnny was baffled by his own ingenuity. The set up was perfect. Now he only needed his former team mate to take the bait.

While Johnny was stuffing Mika's shorts through the window - giving the garment a little flick in order to make it land on a very prominent spot on the floor - Michael was gently holding the picture again surrounded by the - what he thought - privacy of his own motorhome.

"Oh you handsome son of a bitch," he mumbled at the pictured blond, as his hands caressed the shiny surface of the image adoringly. "How did you end up in my mail box?"

Michael wondered if Mika had put it there himself. But if he did... why would he use this picture? If Michael were to shove a picture underneath the doorframe of Mika's motorhome, he would use a picture of himself with a pretty smile and a glimmer in his signature emerald eyes. Not a picture of himself in ridiculously small shorts, sticking his tongue out in concentration while his hair was flopping around like an airborne bird chick on its maiden voyage.

Michael grinned. Peculiar choice or not... it was the most wonderful picture he had ever seen! He could picture the blonde hair bouncing on Mika's head and covering his eyes like a golden curtain before it was swiped sideways in the - according to Mika - position it belonged. Michael wanted to play with that hair. He wanted to curl it around his fingers and give it a gentle tug.

How dare Mika let his hair bounce so freely! Why wasn't he containing that luscious golden mop with a head band like normal tennis players. Like Roger Federer or Rafael Nadal!

Michael let his eyes roam over the picture and stared at those tight tiny shorts. The garment was stretched taut over Mika's smooth, hairless legs and accentuated certain parts of his atonomy in all the right places.

Fuck. Did Mika really put that in his mail box?

He stared at the picture again, and again, and again... savouring ever square inch of it and bit down on his fist to distract himself from the tooth rottingly sweet soft spot he had developed for the Finn.

The thought to put the picture in a heart shaped frame nagged at the back of his mind, because he should protect his little treasure from fraying. What was stopping him? Maybe the fact that his crush was supposed to be a secret!

Oh how he hoped it was Mika who had put the picture in his mail box, because the thought of someone knowing about his little crush on his rival, frightened him beyond measure.

What if the paparazzo who took the picture wanted to distract him from racing? What if that paparazzo wanted to write a juicy story about secret paddock crushes? Should he put the picture in the trash can?

No! He cuddled the picture to his chest. "You don't belong in the trash can, mein Hübscher."

Then his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door of his trailer. Michael quickly but very carefully hid the picture underneath his pillow and hurried to open the door for the unannounced visitor.

Michael expected someone irrelevant at his door, like Johnny Herbert or Ross Brawn... but when his handsome blonde rival suddenly showed up on his doorstep, he was bereft of oxygen. It was as if someone had set him on fire and the sparks from the glowing source traveled down his spine and reached his legs with unforgiving fury, causing his limbs to tremble. Why Mika? Why now? Why now, when I am hot and bothered?

Mika was staring at him with an adorable pink blush adorning his cheeks. His eyebrows were knit together in a puzzled look, as he shook a very recognisable Benneton-blue garment in front of Michael's face.

Before Michael could open his mouth to ask Mika how on earth he had ended up in possession of his garment, Mika interrupted him, more or less asking him the same thing.

"Michael, where are my black shorts and why is your clothing in my closet?"

The Finn didn't sound angry or offended, but he definitely sounded perplexed. If anything, his little blush betrayed as much.

Michael would have enjoyed that adorable look on him even more, if he wasn't so flustered and at loss for words himself.

"Wh...wh..what? I didn't... I don't have your shorts. What are you talking about?"

"Well, your t-shirt was in my closet in exactly the same spot as my stolen shorts!"

Michael swallowed audibly. What the hell was he talking about? "I don't have them, Mika. I swear."

Mika frowned at him. "Don't play games with me, Michael. I need to wear it tonight, because I refuse to go to the gym in my jeans!"

"You only own one pair of gym shorts?"

"No. The other one is in the washing machine! But that's not the point!"

Michael stared at the flustered Finn who seemed to be slowly losing his patience. He watched sheepishly as Mika set foot over his threshold.

"If you don't have my shorts then you don't mind me looking around a bit."

Michael froze on the spot. Scheiße! He remembered the picture of Mika wearing those exact same shorts hidden underneath his pillow and felt the sudden panic take over his body. He could handle Mika Häkkinen inside his trailer, but there was no way he could handle a Mika Häkkinen on investigation inside his trailer.

"Stop!"

Michael grabbed Mika by his arms and halted him. The sudden skin contact and the close proximity of the Finn caused the butterflies inside his stomach to fly up, to flap around inside his body and bump against his insestines.

"You're wasting your time here."

"Let me be the judge of that."

Michael stared into Mika's deep saphire blue eyes and swallowed. His hold on the Finn's wrist started to loosen. It was as if the Finn had enchanted him into cooperation.

Mika took the oppertunity to wriggle his wrist out off Michael's hand.

"Your clothing was inside my closet. You can make it easy for yourself and just tell me you have my shorts. There is no other suspect really."

Michael held his hands up in front of the Finn. "Mika, I don't know how my garment has ended up inside your closet!

"Oh no? What is that then?" Mika pushed Michael's hands down and pointed at a black object lying on Michael's floor. "There is no way you own exactly the same shorts as me. I bought it in Woking, England."

Michael felt the goose bumps form on his skin and the cold sweat trickle down the back of his neck. How the hell was that possible? How did Mika's shorts end up on his floor? Did he do weird shit like this while sleep wandering or something?!

"Mika, I didn't steal it. I feel like we are being played by someone!"

Mika quirked up an eyebrow and threw him a confused look. The Finn didn't seem to believe him.

Michael decided he could better put all his cards on the table, and prayed that it would not make the situation any more awkward than it already was.

"Mika, it's true! Let me explain! I found a picture of you in my mail box. Someone put it in there the same way someone sneaked your garment inside my motorhome! I have nothing to do with it!"

"Why would someone put a picture of me in your mail box? Where is it?"

Michael felt all the blood draw towards his face, colouring his cheeks a deep red. How the hell was he going to show Mika the hidden picture underneath his pillow and convince him he didn't find it himself?!

Then he would have to explain why it was so carefully stuffed underneath his pillow like some dirty secret. Thank God, he didn't actually put the picture in a heart shaped frame!

"I will give it to you if you close your eyes and promise me not to look."

"Why?"

"Just do it, alright!"

Michael made sure Mika had his eyes covered with both his hands, before he sneaked towards his bed to fetch the picture.

Mika secretly peeked through his fingers and gasped when he noticed where the German retrieved the picture from. His cheeks burned even brighter than before. Under his pillow? Really? Why under his pillow? What did that mean?

"Here it is."

Michael handed Mika his picture with the most stoic face he could muster, acting as if he hadn't admired the the image for days.

Mika looked at the picture of him playing tennis and pulled an amused face. "What a strange picture of me," he chuckled. "When did you find it in your mail box?"

"This morning," Michael lied. "I meant to give it back."

"But why would you hide it under your pillow?"

Michael's eyes widened, his hands started twitching next to his sides. Time seemed to slow down. He could only look into Mika's breathtaking eyes as the Finn was waiting for a reply.

"You promised not to look!"

Mika shrugged. "I thought it was kind of a weird proviso. A bit childish."

"That's so unfair!" Michael gave his Finnish rival a shove.

"Calm down, Michael. That's my face on there, those are my portrait rights. Don't you think I have the right to know why you're being supicious about my picture? I don't even know what you think of it?"

Michael stared at Mika's grinning face and blushed so deeply he was afraid his face would stay red for the rest of the day. As red as Mika's McLaren jacket.

"What I think of it?"

Mika nodded.

Michael swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. "Well, if you want to know... I think it's a nice picture of you."

"Just a nice picture?" Mika teased.

Michael pressed his lips together in a thin line. His cheeks were burning like an oven. What was he trying to convey? The beautiful bastard!

Mika was just as flustered about the situation, but the difference between him and Michael was that he was the one in control. He had nothing to clarify. He wasn't the one with a picture of the other under his pillow.

Michael didn't dare to speak his mind, so Mika thought he needed a bit of convincing.

"Michael, could you close your eyes for a moment?"

"What? Why?"

"Just do it, alright."

Michael did as he was asked and waited for what was to come. He expected Mika to run off with his shorts and his picture to never return, he expected him to punch him in the face for violating portrait rights... but he did not expect to feel Mika's soft lips on his own, giving him a small peck and sending Michael to outer space with the touch of his lips. The heat of his blush was now even painting his ears a fury red.

He felt his knees buckle and quickly grabbed the Finn by his McLaren jacket, hanging on to him as his legs turned into spagetthi strings.

"Mika..." he breathed out.

"What did you think of the picture, Michael?"

"The picture is... gorgeous. You are... beautiful."

Michael's hands let go off of Mika's jacket and started to crawl upwards. One of his hands grabbed the Finn's sharp jawline while the other planted itself in his luscious blonde hair, slowy angling Mika towards his mouth.

Mika closed the distance between the two of them and kissed Michael again.

Michael hugged his rival closer and deepened the kiss, while swerving his hands over Mika's body.

His lips trailed down to plant kisses on his jaw, then further down to kiss the alluring skin of his neck.

"May I keep the picture?"

Mika chuckeled. "Yes, you may."

"Mika?"

"Yes?"

"You should wear a head band when you play tennis. Your luscious hair is very dangerous for the weak-hearted."

[bullet-prooflove]

Slow: Ian Edgerton x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @words-and-seeds

“Slow.” Ian whispers into your ear as his body presses against the length of yours. He’s buried deep inside of you, his cock raking over that deviant spot inside of you as his grip on your throat tightens just a little. You exhale, your head tipping back against the hollow of his throat as he watches the two of you in the reflection of the French windows.

“This isn’t a race.” His lips brush over your skin and it feels like a wildfire chasing through your synapses. “I’m not going anywhere, not tonight.”

It’s a change of play for the two of you, because when Ian comes to town it’s usually hard and fast, a way of depleting the adrenaline that rampages thorough his system. He doesn’t stick around; he leaves you ruined in the sheets before he slips out of the door and disappears into the night. He doesn’t do intimacy; you fulfil a need for him, and he reciprocates.

That is until tonight.

When he’d appeared at your door you didn’t expect him. The two of you weren’t working a case. You weren’t even aware that he was in LA.

“I heard about what happened.” He’d told you when you’d found him on your doorstep to let him. “I wanted to check in…”

You know that Charlie called him. You’d been infected with a nerve toxin just over a week ago, Don had managed to get the antidote in time, but you were still in recovery. There’s still some residual nerve damage, nothing too limiting. The doctors say it will fade with time. You’ve been cleared for desk duty already, but it may take a couple of weeks before you’re back in the field.

“You could have called.” You say with a small smile as you close the door behind him. “You didn’t have to come here all the way from Quantico.”

When you turn around, he’s there in in front of you, backing you up against the door, caging you in with his body. The scent of pine floods your senses as his dark eyes focus on yours, burning with desire. The look in his eyes it sends an erotic thrill chasing through you, the same way it does everytime you’re in his presence. It’s exhilarating being wanted by this man, there’s a wildness in Ian, there always has been and that’s fine, because there’s a wildness in you too.

“Hm, but then I wouldn’t have gotten to see for myself.” He reminds you, his hips slotting perfectly against yours.

You can feel him, hard and urgent, pressing against you core and you let out a whine at the sensation because it’s been a couple of months since he last had his hands on you, and you’ve forgotten how good it feels.

“You think I’d lie to you?” You ask him as his thumb ghosts along the line of your jaw, tipping your chin up so that his lips barely brush over yours. It isn’t nearly enough, but that’s the point. It always starts with a little teasing, he likes getting you worked up, having you needy and desperate when he finally gives you what he wants.

“I think you would have sugarcoated it.” He predicts, his mouth covering yours.

It’s soft, the way he kisses you. Tender.

It’s never been like that before, he’s always domineering, passionate.

He takes his time undressing you, lips chasing over every inch of your skin as you leave a trail of clothes leading towards your bedroom.

His fingers thread through your hair, gripping it tightly in his fist as he fucks you in long drawn-out strokes that punctuate each every single one of your breathes. You’re close, he can feel it in the way you grip his cock, the fact your skin starts to flush.

“Watch us.” He whispers in your ear.  “I need you to see what you do to me.”

Because this isn’t about the fucking, not for Ian. It’s about showing the woman he loves how much he cares in the only way he knows how.

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[jackharlou]

Patiently waiting

Concept: finally, the day where the letters in the pregnancy test say something else than "negative" has come, and you did all you could to be sure of the result. you have never kept a secret from jack, this couldn't be the first one.

Part I

almost twenty minutes passed and you were still on the floor, looking at the plastic stick on your hands. positive... it was positive. it wasn't negative. you looked at the little screen waiting for the letters to switch up like in that percy jackson movie but they never did, they were clear as day; positive.

before you told jack, you knew you had to confirm it with a better test, so you quickly made a call to your doctor's office and they did what they could to fit you sometime soon, so you just needed to wait until the next day to go over there.

you had things to do, like grabbing all those things you needed from your grocery list. you tried to do all you could fit in that day so your mind didn't run off, making you excited over something you weren't so sure of.

the following day you woke up way before the alarm did, so you tried to get some work done before you had to get out but it was impossible. you were already thinking about how would you tell jack, how would he react, how would you decorate the baby's room. was it going to be a boy or a girl? see, you couldn't be left alone with free time in hands because your mind would run wild. you decided to stop it and left the house, arriving way earlier to your appointment but they understood it and took you in for the blood work. they said they would be calling you as soon as they get the result.

luckily you had work to do, because you could just sit and think about all the ways things could and couldn't go, and that's exactly what you didn't want, you didn't want expectations and a possible heartbreak if the result came back negative.

you spoke a lot with jack in the mean time, and you were so good at hiding it, but you couldn't stop your mind from thinking "how in the world i'm i going to tell him???"

when your phone ringed and you read the name of your doctor's office on your screen you almost fainted and when they told you it was really really positive, you almost fainted again. you started crying while the lady on the other side of the phone congratulated you. an appointment for your first check up was scheduled for the following week, meaning that you would have to hide the news from jack a little longer.

"hi, daddy" - you greeted jack that same night when he called you.

"uh, is this going to become a spicy call?"

"would you like that?" - you messed with him. if he only knew the "daddy" part was real.

"hell yes, mami" - if he only knew the "mami" part was real.

you wished time could go faster, like in that scene from twilight where edward left and bella was sitting heartbroken watching the months go by through her window... just like that. you wanted to close and open your eyes and be there at the doctor's office with him telling you everything was fine, but sadly it doesn't work like in the movies so you just waited and waited, feeling the time was going slower everytime you looked at the clock, at some point you even felt it was going backwards.

but finally, the day came and there you were, laying at the doctor's office watching the screen, looking at the very little shadow that happened to be your baby. A BABY!!!

"i'd say you're around a month and a half..." - the doctor said.

"do you think it's ok if I tell jack? or that i should wait? i don't want to give him false hopes" - you wanted to scream it into the universe but you were also scared.

"i do think things will go well. your body showed us its more than ready to conceive and we have been making sure its a safe and healthy place for a baby. you two wanted this so bad, so i do believe he or she is here to stay. you deserve this. besides, he's your support system. right or wrong, he'll be there for you no matter what's the outcome. make him a part of this since day one" - he advised you, and he sounded so sure that it made you decide right there that you were going to tell jack.

you asked him to see the baby again, this time you were able to record it, because the first time you did you were a shaky sobbing mess.

now it felt real. now it was really really real, the realest it could be.

"how am i going to tell jack?" you kept thinking over and over again. you thought about all those cute videos you've seen online, but those took time, and he wasn't going to be home any day soon. he deserved to know, now, so you texted him.

"busy?"

"just finished the interview i told you about and we're now going back to the hotel. i'm tired, i'm going to try to take a nap before the show. why?" - he answered just a few minutes later.

"i need to talk to you about something" - you were shaking at this point.

"what did i do? i swear it wasn't me"

"oh boy. it was you..." - you said before sending him the video you took earlier, where he could perfectly see the screen and hear the doctor guiding him to where the baby was, since it was so tiny it was barely visible. the doctor finished with a "congrats, guys" and you turned the camera to face you, showing your teary eyes and a thumbs up next to a huge smile.

the video lasted around forty five seconds, and in fifty, he was calling.

"hi" - you answered with a smile that could make him fall in love with you if that was the first time he saw you.

"baby" - he murmured with tears already running down his face.

"yep, there's a baby" - there he screamed and laughed like a lunatic. it seemed like he was waiting to hear it from you to let it sink in and actually believe it.

"we're having a baby" - he whispered. you could see him sitting at the back of a car, where he let his head fall against the seat, looked up and murmured "thank you, God". you already knew it, of course, but that just showed you he was the one. the right man to create this whole new life with - "how did you find out?"

"well, that's a weird story. i was at the supermarket..."

[quaranmine]

Hi, not sure if you remember me, but i sent an ask a while ago saying how i love the Incadescence of a dying light and that i talk about it with my friend and how we both really liked the story and are juts you know discussing it well update to now. we still do that lol. i cant stop thinking about it, i listen to the firewatch OST on the daily, resonating with each track at a time. I love it. I live it. I am enamored. Everytime Im studying Polish (my native language) and revising each epoch for my upcoming finals i cant help but connect themes and motives to that wonderful story of yours. If i land on a fitting topic in my oral final exam (like pop-culture, creativity and arts, certain themes in modern media) you BET Ill be talking about this fic (with all the credit I can give of course!) cause USARWSETDYRVUHUISC I cant get it out of my head. Its such an amazing example of how the media of fanfiction elevates the story to its maximum potential. How knowing the characters makes it so much easier to connect and resonate, even though Mumbo is absent from the majority of the fic, we still feel hurt after finding out whats happened to him. Like, its such an amazing creative medium I love fanfiction and TERSSXEFJNKVCRXSERARXSXERCDJNGIKKDc :thumbsup: oh gosh The Incadescence of a Dying Light. yeah so fun fact i actually had to look up what it means cause i didnt know the word before and oh. oh. oh its so much worse and more painful. really love it, i do, oh i do! I now have acquired (idk how to spell it lul) the never subsiding lust for nature and outdoors and hiking and being a part of it. I love it, you made me regain my love for it. I loved it before, yes, but i was caught up in my own head and had so much stuff i had to do, but now i love to look out my window even more, i love strolling in my garden. i love it. thank you, thank you, thak youuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :thumbsup: So yeah, this fic is one of my faves of all time, i like it a lot, it has inspired me to live more and be alive basically and also. and for the end a fanart of an alternative ending where Mumbo somehow survives and just lives in the forest like a wild animal, living his best life, eating berries (i decided on drawing him eating berries [peace love and plants] instead of chowing down [is chowing a word??] on some rabbit lol) and then grian finds him and its super awkward

HI! Yes, of course I remember you! First of all, had a really wild day yesterday at work, but I read this at soooome point on my phone during the middle of the day and it made me smile :)

This ask is just so??? AAAAAAA???? I almost don't know how to respond, because it's just SO wonderful to hear this about something I created. Like I did that? I made a thing that is sticking deeply with people? I'm just soooo <333333

I like your point about how fanfiction can maximize story potential! I think it'd make a wonderful essay topic honestly. I have thought about this in connection with fanfic a lot--specifically, the divide between original fiction and fanfiction. In original works, you have to make the audience care. You have to introduce me to a character, setting, and story I will be interested in. I've read a lot of negative book reviews that start off with "the author didn't make me care about the characters" (i have also...said this myself about books I ended up not liking.) With fanfic, you skip that step! It lets you jump right in. I don't have to explain Mumbo and Grian's friendship or demonstrate it to you. You just Know. Someone reading it fandom blind would get the implication about how important they are to each other simply by seing the depth of Grian's grief, but for my intended audience, I can do whatever I want because I trust you to already have the background information you need.

The title is from a line I really like in a song (Post Humorous by Gus Dapperton). It just...painted such a nice word picture. Especially for a story about grief death and fire!

I just. Love that this fic helped you regain a desire for nature? That just makes me feel...warm, I guess, to know that I was able to spark that with something I created. I hope it goes well for you, and you get to take many walks. This spring I've been using the trails near my aunt's house (not.....hiking paths. too urban.) much more. I wanted to walk this week but I was too busy lol. I hope you have many wonderful experiences out in the Great Outdoors <3 one of these days, I swear I'll up and move to a place with "better" nature and "real" trails close by.

Also, SKFJSLFJSKFLSJKF your fanart made me laugh so much. I have like. Entertained this idea. Not as an actual or serious part of the story but I was like man wouldn't it just be off-the-wall if he was just vibing Out There 😭😭😭 You've caught the vibe perfectly LOL

this was all around such a special message to hear, thank you SO much!