#award winning puppy dog eyes

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putting his whole bardussy into those puppy dog eyes [x]

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More Hearts Than Mine-Her Father Comes to Visit

~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~ Author's Note: I adore this series with all my heart Summary: Her father visits Luke unexpectedly Warnings: None? Word Count: 1,692

It has been far too long since he has gotten his haircut, as he has been traveling tirelessly. He’s been everywhere but Jersey since April. It wasn’t his intention, it was pretty much how his summer plans ended up being.

But here he was standing in the bathroom staring at the nearly shaven sides of his hair. He was constantly battling with what haircut he preferred but he liked the way it looked right now. He was flying to Las Vegas tomorrow for the NHL Awards. He was mainly going to support Quinn, already holding the knowledge that he wasn’t going to win the Calder. Especially since Connor was going to win no matter who else was named a finalist. It was still could to feel recognized. 

He ran his hand across his chin, feeling small stray pieces of hair that he needed to trim off of his face. He sighed as he began to pull out the razor and his shaving cream. The doorbell rang as he furrowed his eyebrows harshly. 

He wasn’t expecting any company, neither was Y/N. She wasn’t even home. She was at work for another hour. He cautiously placed his razor back onto the bathroom counter before he cautiously walked through the pristine apartment. He had spent all morning cleaning before he went and got his hair chopped off.

He walked towards the door, hesitantly gazing through the peep hole to see Y/N’s father standing outside the door. He quickly pulled his head back, his eyes widening. Suddenly, he could hear his heartbeating rapidly as a wave of nausea flowed through his body. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath as he carefully pulled the door open.

Luke smiled a tight lip smile as he swallowed hard, “Y/N’s not here, she’s at work for another hour,” Luke choked out as he stepped to the side, opening the door a bit wider.

“Good, I came to see you,” he mumbled as he walked inside, without asking. Luke delicately shut the door behind her father as he nervously fiddled with the handle as he watched him look at every inch of the apartment he could see. “You didn’t add many decorations,” he observed.

Luke dropped his head as he took a small step towards the center of the apartment where he was standing. “I just had some photos that I framed,” Luke let out shyly, “And like clothes and stuff,” he continued, but he wasn’t sure why the words were leaving his lips. Her father nodded slowly as he continued looking around the apartment.

He took a few steps towards the new collection of photos of Luke and Y/N. He walked up to it, getting a good look of every single one.

The first one her father looked at was a mirror selfie. She held the phone, a wide genuine smile on her lips. He had a hold of her face, his hand held her chin and jaw in place as he passionately kissed her cheek.

The second one was a photo of Luke laying on her chest, his eyes looking up towards her, puppy dog like. She was smiling sleepily as she met his gaze. It was a FaceTime screenshot that her sister took while they were FaceTiming several months ago. The live photo of that moment is Luke’s lockscreen. Every time he misses her he looks down towards his phone and holds his thumb down against the screen and watches the short four second moment.

The third photo was a photo of Y/N and Luke standing beside one another holding the overflowing vases of roses. Luke was smiling a genuine wide toothy grin as she was crying tears of joy. She’s spent their whole time together admiring those roses, but seeing them bunch together had her sobbing.

The fourth and final photo was a photo of them together after Luke’s final game as a rookie. They didn’t win the game but Luke still had a wide smile on his lips as he looked down towards her. His hand was low on her waist as she was pulled tightly towards him.

“She smiles a lot around you,” her father let out finally after what felt like many unbearably long seconds. “It’s been years since I’ve seen her smile like that.” He soon spun around to meet Luke’s gaze, unsure of what to say next he points towards the couch. Luke nods as the pair awkwardly sits on the opposite ends of the couch.

“I’m stubborn,” her father continued, he took a deep breath as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You two living together is like I’m losing my daughter. I mean clearly I’ve already lost her long time ago if I can’t remember the last time she’s smiled like that,” He said as he pointed towards the photos on the wall besides the TV. 

Luke chewed his lip for a moment before he sat up straighter as he rested his hands onto his knees. “Y/N’s my first girlfriend. I was always so focused on hockey and trying to beat the best that I never wanted a relationship. But then I met Y/N and I will swear by this until forever that the world literally got brighter when she smiled at me,” he expressed, a soft chuckle leaving his throat. 

Her father laughed as a smile formed to his lips, “I said that in my vows,” his father let out shocked at his own words.

“Actually?” Luke forced out. Her father nodded as he took in a sharp breath. Luke tilted his head back as he clenched his jaw nervously. “I’m terrified that us living together has ruined your relationship with Y/N. I know how important it is to her that you like her boyfriends.”

“You’re the first one that’s made her happy. I knew that the second I saw you two walk into my house. I liked you from that moment. I don’t like that you’re a professional athlete, but I see that for eighty-two games you kept your promise that you told my daughter at the beginning of the season,” her father said as he pointed towards the vases of flowers. 

“She told you about that?” Luke asked. Her father nodded.

“I needed time to mourn that my daughter isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s happy and in love and I can’t stop that. I can’t stop her from growing up. So I got mad, I do that sometimes, I got mad at you guys. But you make her happy so I can’t be mad anymore. Which is why I needed to talk to you first,” her father expressed. He slowly stood up from the couch, holding out his hand. Luke quickly followed in pursuit as he shook her father’s hand. 

The apartment door was pushed open as an excited Y/N walked inside, “Lukey Love, I got done with work early, so I brought you some-” she stopped short as she rested the two pizza boxes on the counter, “Dad?” she asked softly. 

“Hey sweetheart, why doesn’t Luke have more decorations, it’s his apartment too,” her father said as he walked towards her. He stared towards her dad suspiciously as she shifted her gaze towards Luke. Luke simply shrugged as he excitedly jogged past her father and Y/N towards the pizza. 

“He didn’t bring anything, not my fault,” she mumbled with a grin as she excitedly wrapped her arms around her fathers neck as he hugged her. “So-so you’re okay with this?” she asked as she glanced towards Luke who was already half way done with the slice he had grabbed. 

“I want you happy, he makes you happy right?” he asked, eyeing Luke. 

“So happy, Dad,” she mumbled as she glanced towards him, nudging him slightly. 

“Sorry, starving. There’s enough for you too, Mr. Y/L/N,” he expressed as he lifted the cardboard of the pizza box again. Her father chuckled.

“Better grab a slice before this kid eats it all,” he joked as he took one. Y/N blinked away the happy tears forming in her eyes as she watched her father and Luke interact. 

~~~

She sat on the bed, the blanket covering her lower frame as she clicked through the collection of movies on Hulu. She sighed as she watched Luke walk into their bedroom, black sweatpants low on his frame as he ran his fingers through his damp curly hair. She shifted her gaze towards him, her cheeks heating up as she scanned his shirtless frame. 

His lips curled up in a small smirk as he stood beside her at the bed. “You okay?” he asked barely above a whisper as he ran his hand across her jawline. He forced her gaze towards him. She smiled as she met his gaze. 

“I’m happy,” she mumbled. He smiled as he leaned towards her, delicately kissing her lips. He pulled away for a moment before he pecked her lips once more. “I love you,” she whispered. 

He hummed happily as he climbed over her body as he plopped down beside her. “I love you more,” he whispered as he slowly climbed under the comforter. She clicked a random movie before she cuddled into Luke. Resting her head onto his bare chest, she could hear his heartbeat. Slow and content. “When your dad showed up earlier, I thought he was going to beat my ass,”

She chuckled softly as she ran her fingertip along his chest, drawing small circles. “He can’t hurt a fly,” she teased.

“Tell that to my head, still hurts from the panic attack I went through,” he said half joking. She lifted her head up, looking down towards him. She lifted her hand up as she caressed his cheek slowly. “God, you’re beautiful,” he mumbled as he scanned her features. Lifting his hand up, he took a hold of her neck, her hair cascading over his hand. 

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” she muttered, a teasing grin on her lips. “My pretty boy,” she whispered before she leaned towards him, kissing him softly.

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Right Here With Me

Request: hi! :) i feel like #19 on your recent prompt list would really fit to seventeen’s hhu, specifically to mingyu or seungcheol.. i adore your writing, thank you for putting in so much effort 💌

Prompt:

19) Taking care of your tipsy bias.

Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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You jumped as Seungcheol slammed his hand on the table. "Sing with me."

You blinked up at him in surprise. He was shimmying from side to side with the karaoke mic in hand.

"Coups," you sighed, crossing your arms. "We really need to get you guys back home."

"Noooo," he pouted, now his turn to cross his arms. "It's so lonely at home. Here is the opposite of whatever lonely is."

You looked across the table to Vernon who seemed to be thinking over the antonym of "lonely." Turning your eyes to Wonwoo for help instead, he gave a small shrug before taking a long sip of his water. To his benefit, he had been about as many drinks in as the rest of the guys but had chosen to hydrate about an hour ago.

"Come oooon, Y/N," Mingyu cooed, swaying behind Coups with the other microphone. "One more song!"

"One more song!" Coups chanted. "One more song!"

It wasn't long before Vernon and Mingyu had joined the chorus. With their shouting still in the background, Seungcheol stepped toward you and reached out to play with a lock of your hair. His eyes were half lidded and his plush lips pulled up at one side. "Come on, baby."

Closing your eyes, you sighed. "Coups."

Plopping on the bench beside you, he coaxed you into his side, and placed a wet kiss on your temple. "Pretty please? I love you soooo much. Why won't you love me?"

"Why is it that he always feels it pertinent to confess to you when he's drunk?" Wonwoo muttered as he watched with lifted brows.

"I don't know," you hissed, fighting your way out of Seungcheol's arms. "And what does me loving you have to do with you singing another song?"

"Everything," he said with a stubborn nod.

Wonwoo wasn't wrong. This was often Seungcheol's MO. You were best friends, even closer than that even. He was like a limb at this point. If you lost him, you wouldn't know how to function. That being said, the two of you had never explored a romantic relationship. You were mostly afraid of ruining your friendship, and he seemed to only think about it when he was intoxicated.

"He's so going to regret this in the morning," Vernon cackled, falling back into his seat.

"If you loved me, you'd let me sing one more song," Coups whined. "I'll even sing OUR song."

"We have a song?" you muttered. "Since when do we have a song?"

"Since," Coups hiccuped. "I heard it and thought of you."

"That's hardly "our" song then." You couldn't help but chuckle, plus, you were very curious to hear what Coups thought of as "your song."

"Pleaaaase," he begged. Sticking out his bottom lip, he gave you puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," you gasped. "One more song and then I walk you home!"

An award-winning smile took over Seungcheol's face as he sprung up and toward the karaoke machine. Flipping feverishly through his options, he finally seemed to find what he was looking for. Spinning around, he pointed a finger at you.

"This is for you, Y/N," he said in a low voice. You weren't sure if he was trying to be sexy or funny.

"Oh, this is going to be good," Wonwoo chuckled, pivoting himself to get a better look at the front of the room. Vernon already had his phone out and set to record.

You took a deep breath as you heard the intro to the song. Surely this wasn't what you thought this was.

"I've been drinking, I've been drinking," he crooned. "I get filthy when that liquor get into me - I've been thinking, I've been thinking..."

"Holy shit," Vernon hissed in between laughs. "This is the best day of my entire life."

You wished you were a turtle. If you had a shell, you would have something to crawl into and die. What was he doing?

"WE BE ALL NIGHT! LOOOOOOVE! LOOOOOOVE!" Seungcheol and Mingyu screeched at the top of their lungs as they began to grind their hips into the air.

"Well," Wonwoo said with a wince as he stood from the table. "That's enough of that."

Taking the few steps to cross the room, he tapped gingerly on the karaoke tablet. Within seconds, the music turned off, and the boys were left screaming in the open air.

"Yah!" Coups gasped, after he realized. "What did you do that for?"

"Everyone, I did that for everyone," Wonwoo muttered, gathering his things. "We have an early schedule tomorrow. Let's get moving."

You never had feelings for Wonwoo, but you could honestly kiss him right now.

"You heard him!" you yelled, pulling yourself to your feet as well. "Let's get moving!"

..

"Why didn't you like my song?" Seungcheol hiccupped. You were easing him up the steps to his apartment, holding nearly all of his body weight in the process.

"I liked your song just fine," you cringed, another flight of stairs behind you.

"You looked miserable," he pouted. "Why don't you ever take my confessions seriously, Y/N?"

"Because you don't take your confessions seriously," you muttered. Furrowing your brow, you counted the numbers on the apartment doors until you found his. "What's your code this week?"

"I can't tell you," he slurred. "It's a se-se-secret."

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you fluttered your hand toward the door. "Type it in then."

Seungcheol hiccupped again before slumping in the direction of the doorframe. Cupping his hand around the keypad, he eyed you suspiciously. "This is for my safety."

"I know, Cheolie," you laughed. "I'm not arguing with you."

Glancing back to the keypad, he stumbled back a bit. Catching him by the shoulders, you waited for the door to unlock.

"Why are there so many numbers?" Coups sighed, leaning against the door again and poking at the lock. "Three two's? Which two is the right two?"

"Let me try," you hummed. "Can you tell me what your code is?"

"My manager said not to tell anyone. Not even my mom."

"And you can change it as soon as I leave," you sighed. "If we can't get in, you're sleeping on the door mat tonight. And that's not very safe, is it?"

"Why can't I stay with you?" he asked, his eyes brightening with the sudden idea.

"Because I am not hauling you downstairs again and then another three blocks," you grumbled. "The code, please Coups."

"I like it when you call me Cheolie," he pouted.

"Cheolie, my sweet bean," you said, trying to contain your exhaustion. "Will you please tell me the code?"

"Mmm," he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "Is my birthday."

"Shocker," you breathed, rapidly typing in the lock code. The door made a small buzzing sound before chiming that you could enter.

Stumbling into his apartment, you flipped on the lights and popped off your shoes before heading to the kitchen. Seungcheol, on the other hand, toppled to the floor and began yanking at his shoes.

Scanning the cabinets, you found his most spill-proof tumbler and filled it with ice water. Judging by the muffled sounds of frustration in the entryway, he was still taking off his sneakers.

Turning the corner, you could only sigh. He looked like a toddler sorely in need of a nap. "They won't come off," he said quietly before looking up at you.

"Here," you said, handing him the water bottle. "Drink."

Doing as he was told, he gripped the bottle with both hands, and leaned back against the wall. You crouched down, making quick work of his shoelaces before you managed to finally free him.

"Let's get you to bed," you murmured, motioning for him to take your hand. He slid his palm into yours before easing himself up.

"How could I go from feeling so good to feeling so awful?" he muttered.

"Funny how alcohol will do that," you chuckled, walking with him to his bedroom. "Arms up."

Setting his drink on his desk, he lifted his arms into the air and allowed you to pull his hoodie from his torso. Losing balance after the motion, he toppled onto the mattress, pulling you with him.

"Hey!" you groaned, immediately trying to separate yourself.

"Stay with me," he said softly, tangling his arms and legs around you. "Please?"

He was always affectionate when he was drunk, and you knew that. You needed to shut it down now before your heart could coax you into staying a little longer.

"I have to go home," you whispered, still not willing your body to move. You tried not to be amused as Seungcheol began pulling blankets around you and tucking them in.

"You are home," he whispered. "Right here with me."

You felt an unwelcomed warmth spread through your chest. If he wasn't so cute this would be a lot easier.

"Seungcheol..."

"Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol," he continued quietly, settling himself in beside you. "Why do you always give me reasons why you can't stay instead of just trying?"

A little voice inside the back of your head repeated the old adage, drunk minds speak sober hearts. Coups was only clingy when he had too much to drink, but he had always been tender with you. Whether sober or inebriated, he was your person. You had never allowed yourself to think past platonic soulmates...but maybe...

"You're drunk," you countered. You felt so small in bed next to him. He was comfort and safety, even with soju on his breath.

"And you're scared."

He couldn't see the code to get into the apartment, but he could sure see right through you.

"It doesn't matter what I am," you whispered. "You'll regret this in the morning."

"No, I won't," he insisted. "Because I'll wake up with you next to me and I'll remember that drunk me did hangover me a solid.

I want you here, Y/N."

"Because you're drunk."

"Because you're mine," he said softly. "You always have been."

"Have I?" you whimpered. At this point, you were scared to break the spell. Scared that he would sober up and kick you out of his bed.

"Mhm," he cooed, pulling you closer. After placing a light kiss on your forehead, he chose to set his cheek there. "And I won't let go. Not even if there's a fire."

Anything that looked blurry now could be settled in the morning. How could you leave after that?

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The Morning After

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Bruce Wayne. 2

.⋆｡Batman’s Kryptonite｡⋆.

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Bruce works too hard but unluckily for him, you’re more stubborn than he is

Warnings: reader can be sunburnt, fluff, mentions of showering together, workaholic Bruce

Minors DNI

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Bruce was nothing if not a hard worker. He continuously worked himself to the bone to keep everything afloat and for that, you really did admire him. He used his privilege to help so many people both in his day job and his night job but god did you find it hard to spend time with him.

His brain seemed fixated on his goals, even in the quiet moments where there was nothing to do. Nothing ever got his full attention, not even you, his loving girlfriend.

“How long has he been down here?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you observed Bruce who was currently hunched over his new project, blue eyes firmly fixated on the delicate wiring. Alfred sighed heavily through his nose.

“Since the moment he returned from the airport after dropping you off.” Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“That-“ You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself down. “I knew a week long girl’s trip was too good to be true. I’ll take care of this, take a couple days off.” The older man nodded and left the cave with a fatherly squeeze to your shoulder.

As soon as you heard the elevator doors shut, you shed the thick cardigan and long sleeve shirt you were wearing, leaving you just in leggings (that Bruce absolutely went crazy for) and a thin undershirt that did little to disguise the colour of your bra. Your steps were light but not completely silent, it would do you no good to sneak up on the Dark Knight.

Even centimetres away, you could feel the tension in Bruce’s muscles, like he was wound up for a fight. He jumped only slightly as you laid your hands on his shoulder blades but he quickly eased into your tough, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Back early?”

“Actually, I’m right on time.” His hands faltered and you knew that his dark brows were pulled up like they always did when he was coming out of a work-related trance. The chair turned yet your hands never left his skin, now resting on his strong chest as he looked up at you. His pupils dilated, slowly overtaking the stunning blue of his irises as he took in your attire.

“Are you sure?”

You chuckled. “I have the sunburn to prove it.” He grunted, obviously not quite believing you, or he just didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t obeyed your suggestion of taking some time off when you were gone. 

“You were supposed to come back on the fifth.” Bruce tried to argue as his eyes flicked back to his work. You knew that look, it was his ‘I want to end this conversation so I can get back to work’ but you knew exactly what to do to distract him.

“It is the fifth, my love. Maybe you need to take a break. How about coming upstairs with me and we’ll have a nice hot shower?” Your touch slowly migrated up his chest to his jaw and Bruce’s eyelids fluttered under the attention. But he just as quickly tensed up again, catching onto your game.

“Sorry sweets, I have work to do.” He attempted to turn his chair back around but you stepped between his spread legs, pinning him to the spot with your body. 

Your bottom lip turned out into a truly award winning pout and you sniffed. “But I missed you baby, I just want to spend some time with you.” You could actually see his will beginning to crumble. One more step.

Tears filled your eyes. “Do you not want to spend time with me?” 

He knew that they were crocodile tears but they tugged at the mass of guilt in his chest anyway. “Do not. I said no. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work every time. Fuck- fine.” Immediately, your tears disappeared and you beamed at him.

“Great! Maybe I’ll also show you the new bikinis I got on the trip.” Bruce groaned and let you pull him to his feet, abandoning his half-finished work.

“You are a cruel woman.” He complained as you dragged him to the cave’s exit. You looked back at your boyfriend with a wink.

“I just know Batman's kryptonite.” You teased and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Bruce wholeheartedly agreed. You definitely knew how to get him to fold.

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what about fwb with gyuvin?? AND MAYBE HIGHSCHOOL AU!! like everybody thinks that you are just friends but in private it's something else..

ohhh i'm obsessed with this idea...THANK U ANON🫡

just friends — k. gyuvin

summary: to your peers, you and gyuvin were the best of friends...only you and gyuvin knew how far that friendship really went

reader: gyuvin x afab reader

warnings: fwb, dom!gyuvin, sub!reader, sex in a janitors closet lol, MINORS DNI

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the dreaded day had finally come...monday. to make this particular monday more bearable, you and your friend hanbin had decided to meet up at a cafe before school started. you both order a small iced coffee and sit down at a booth nearby for a few minutes.

"did you study for mrs. choi's exam yet?" your friend asked you curiously. you quickly snap your head to look at him.

"we had an exam?" you say with an almost terrified look on your face. your friend, being used to ur laziness when it comes to school, simply laughed at you and offered to help you study as he always did.

"maybe if you weren't so busy with gyuvin, you would've known" hanbin says while giggling. you roll your eyes at your friend. everybody knew you and gyuvin were best friends, almost inseparable these days. it didn't stop them from teasing you both about it though.

"i already told you, there's nothing going on between us. we're just best friends"! you semi shout while hitting hanbin with you bag.

of course, you didn't like lying to your best friend. but you couldn't exactly tell him you were fucking one of his closest friends, could you?

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you walk into your fourth period class exhausted. of course you got stuck with gym first period and had to go the rest of the day sweaty and tired. you take your seat next to your desk mate gunwook and you two casually talk about your days before the teacher comes in and begins the lesson.

unfortunately, the subject being taught right now was math. you couldn't care less about fractions and exponents right now. not when your phone was blowing up with text messages and calls. you knew right away who it was.

from: gyuvin 👹

y/n

y/nnnnn

can you come to the west wing?

please

it's important

answer me

from: y/n🫣

gyuvin i am literally in class

you were surprised when your needy "best friend" didn't immediately answer your message. putting your phone away, you went back to trying to figure out what ur teacher was even teaching.

a few moments later, a rather hard knock on the door snapped you out of your trance. the teacher looked annoyed until he opened the door to see his favorite student. kim gyuvin.

"im sorry sir, may i borrow y/n for a yearbook picture"? gyuvin says with a perfect smile on his perfect face.

you have to stop your jaw from hitting the floor. you cannot believe the nerve of this guy. the teacher, who absolutely ADORES gyuvin, immediately nods and motions at you to gather your stuff.

you both leave the classroom as gyuvin shoots the teacher a wave and another award winning smile. when the door finally shuts, you immediately slap his shoulder.

"are you crazy! what could possibly be this important?" you shout at him in the empty hallway.

gyuvin immediately pulls you to the closest janitors closet. he takes your hand and you look at him confused, until he places it on his very obvious boner.

"im sorry, i just couldn't stop thinking about being inside you again" gyuvin says casually like it's something normal.

you shake your head in disbelief, but you couldn't lie to yourself, just the thought of you making him hard was a huge turn on.

gyuvin could tell you were slipping into your submissive role already, the state he most adored you in. he placed a stray hair behind your ear and smiled at you.

"do you wanna help me out?" gyuvin asked with those beautiful puppy dog eyes. although u could tell he really needed this right now, you know he wouldn't force you into anything you didnt want to do.

instead of responding, you pull him in for a long and heated kiss. what started out slow and innocent turned into gyuvin shoving you against one of the shelves in the closet.

you gasp as your back hits the shelf. while part of you wanted gyuvin to publicly be yours, you couldn't deny how exciting it was having these secret sessions only the two of you knew about.

gyuvin moves from your lips down to your neck, being careful not to leave any noticeable marks there.

growing impatient, you nudge your knee against his crotch as he lets out a deep groan. gyuvin giggles at your lack of control and quickly gives in and lifts up your skirt. yeah, this was definitely his favorite part of the uniforms you guys had to wear.

he moves your panties to the side and immediately feels the wetness between your legs. you let out a sweet whimper, possibly one of gyuvin's favorite sounds in the world.

he slowly rubbed circles around your clit just to get you to relax a bit more. this only continued for a few minutes because he was simply too impatient. he needed to be inside you again.

helping him undo his belt, he quickly gets rid of his pants and throws them somewhere behind him. he then takes out a condom and rolls it onto his length, fingers fumbling due to his speed.

gyuvin gives you another sweet kiss as you feel him finally enter you. he groans at the feeling of your tight walls around his throbbing cock.

knowing the last time he was inside you was only two days ago, he wastes no time in fucking you mercilessly against the shelf.

your latch on to him and rest your forehead on his chest, his strong arms holding you up.

"fuck, you always feel so good around my cock baby" gyuvin pants almost breathlessly.

you moan in return, barely able to speak a sentence due to his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you.

trying to focus on something, you glance down at his hands. those veiny fucking hands.

as of gyuvin could read your mind, he wraps one of them around your throat. you knew it was game over for you.

"gyuvin i-im cumming" you're barely able to spit out before your orgasm shakes ur entire body. knowing you can get loud when you cum, he takes the hand that was around your throat and places it over your mouth.

"hold on baby, im almost done" gyuvin says as he kisses your forehead. he only manages to get a few more thrusts in before he's cumming with a deep moan.

he pumps into you a few more times before finally pulling out and helping you to stand. when you guys make eye contact again, you both let out a laugh. you couldn't believe this was your life.

after you both clean up the best you can, you exit the janitors closet together. when you step outside, you see hanbin standing on the other side of the hallway, a look of disbelief but also humor on his face.

"I KNEW IT!" he shouts loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. you and gyuvin look at each other and he grabs your hand.

"let's just make it official" he says with a look of adoration on his face.

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     He was over it. He knew Y/n was putting on a bratty behavior on purpose. Award show after parties weren’t her favorite thing. She didn’t mind them but he knew she’d much rather celebrate a win with him alone or with the guys.     She tried begging him to get out of it— more enticing him. But he wouldn’t budge. He had to stay for at least an hour and socialize with the other idols. So Y/n used that hour to make his life hell apparently. Most of the time blatantly ignore him. As soon as she got liquor in her she was putting on a show. He was very quick to cut her off. Barely letting her finish the glass before taking it from her. 

     Keeping her right by his side the whole night— an attempt to get her to stop. It didn’t. His tight grip on her didn’t warn her of what she was in for.

     The first chance he got to leave, he let his friends know and dragged her out to the car.

     “I’m not ready to go,” Y/n pouted as they walked towards the car, him carrying her coat since she refused to put it on

     “You were so eager to leave an hour ago.”

     Y/n didn’t say anything when they got in the car. Sure the driver didn’t want to hear them bicker. She looked out the window as Seungmin kept a tight grip on her thigh until they returned home. Thanking the driver before walking up to the door. Seungmin unlocked the door and let his girlfriend inside.

     “Bedroom. Now.” Seungmin commanded as soon as the door was locked and Y/n had taken off her shoes

     “No,” Y/n argued and sat on the couch of their living room.

     “Alright.” Seungmin walked down the hallway without another thought; coming back a few moments later, dropping a few items at the other end of the couch.     Y/n paid no mind to it as she scrolled on her phone before it was taken from her hands. “Seungmin!”     “Strip.” That was all he told her as he held the phone up

     “Give me.”

     Y/n stood reaching for her phone but Seungmin moved the device out of her reach. She tried a few more times before pouting at him.

     “Please, Minnie.” Giving him her best puppy dog eyes

     “Strip,” Seungmin said, unfazed

     Y/n let out an exasperated sigh as she reached behind her back and unzipped the expensive gown. Taking off the fabric and tossing it on the back of the couch. Looking at him to see if he was satisfied. He looked down then back up. Y/n took off her undergarments as well, standing completely nude in front of him. 

Seungmin tucked her phone in the pocket of his slacks as he sat on the couch, spreading his legs. “Over my lap, mutt.”

     Y/n kept her back to him, intent on ignoring him. Only jumping when he landed a hard spank on her ass. “You should start listening before this gets a whole lot worse.”

Y/n turned and laid across his lap. Finally noticing what he had dropped on the couch. Watching as he grabbed a pair of handcuffs before she felt her hands being cuffed behind her.

     “Now,” he said as the cuffs locked around her wrists and patted her ass, “Are you going to start listening?”

     “Yes…” Y/n nodded as another slap hit her ass

     “Yes, what?”

     “Yes, daddy.”

     “Good,” Seungmin said, rubbing her ass, “You’re gonna count for me now mutt, got it?”

     “Yes, daddy.”

     Seungmin brought his hand down on her ass and Y/n let out a weak “One.”

     “Louder,” Seungmin said, spanking her again

     “Two!” Y/n cried. Her voice wavering with each spank he landed on her ass. Whenever she thought he was done, smoothing his hand over the red skin, he’d surprise her with another.

     Y/n sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks as he slid her off his lap, making her kneel on the floor between his spread legs. Seungmin grabbed her face and made her look up at him.

     “I’m sorry, daddy,” Y/n said

     “What are you sorry for, pup?” Seungmin asked

     “Sorry for disobeying. I’m sorry for being a bad puppy.”

     Seungmin wiped her tears away and pecked her lips, “Good girl, but sir’s not done with your punishment. Can you handle a bit more?”

     “Yes, daddy.” Y/n nodded

     Seungmin smiled and pulled her back up onto his lap. Laying her across his legs again. He spread her ass cheeks apart, leaning down to look at her wet pussy. “Desperate mutt,” Seungmin said as he spat on the hole. He watched her clench around nothing before he mixed her arousal and his spit and dipped two fingers into her. Y/n moaned as he curled his fingers up into her walls.

     Seungmin rubbed her walls a few times before pulling the two digits out of her. “Could just slip inside you,” He chuckled, slapping her ass one more time, “Kneel.”

     Y/n slid off his lap and kneeled next to him on the ground, looking up at him as he reached over to the other end of the couch. Leaning down and sticking a dildo down on the ground. “Sit.”

      Y/n moved from his side and hovered over the dildo. Trying to line the tip up at her hole as her boyfriend watched her struggle. “Come on pup, you can do it.” His words sounded encouraging but his tone was mocking. She could see the smile on his face, even though she wasn’t looking at him.

     Y/n, let a moan slip past her lips when she finally got the tip in. Slowly sinking onto the toy then looking up at him again. “Finally figured it out pup?”

     “Yes Daddy,” Y/n nodded

     “Good girl.” Seungmin pulled apart his belt, keeping his eye contact with her.

     Y/n kept her eyes on his till they drifted to the bulge in his slacks. Watching his hands undo the zipper and buttons before he pulled himself out of the material. Holding the base of his cock, angling the tip towards her.

     Y/n opened her mouth at the sight of the slight bit of precum spilling from the slit. Seungmin laughed slightly as he let go of his dick, pushing two fingers into her mouth. Y/n wrapped her lips around the digits and swirled her tongue around them. Y/n looked up at her boyfriend before he pulled his fingers out of her mouth. Y/n watched as he spread her spit over his tip, his eyes never leaving her frame. Watching her mouth hang open as he wrapped his hand around his length. Slowly working his hand up and down. 

     Y/n watched his hand work his cock, slightly bouncing in anticipation of blowing him. Having needed him in her mouth since before they left for the event. 

     “Hungry little mutt?” he teased

     “Yes Daddy,” Y/n responded 

     Seungmin hummed as he jerked his cock quicker, watching her tongue fall out of her mouth ever so slowly. He managed to fish his phone out of his slacks and open his camera. Smiling as he snapped a photo of her and his cock. 

     “Desperate for daddy's dick?” He chuckled 

     “Yes, please. Needed you since we left. Wanted daddy’s dick all night,” Y/n begged

     “Needed daddy all night?” Seungmin quirked, “Is that why you had an attitude tonight?”

     “Yes. ‘M sorry Daddy,” Y/n whined as she kept slightly bouncing on the dildo. 

     “Poor thing’s desperate for a dick in her holes?” 

     “Just daddy’s dick. Only want your dick in me!”

     Seungmin hummed and did nothing. Watching her bounce on the toy at the same rhythm he jerked off. Teasing her with the pace, slowing down and speeding up. Watching her whine when he angled the tip towards her and pulled back when she leaned forward to take him in her mouth.

     Seungmin scooted closer to the edge of the couch as he got closer to his orgasm and took his hand off his length to push down her throat. Y/n moaned around his length as he held the back of her head. 

     “Just my little bitch in heat, huh?” Seungmin asked, leaning down and slapping her ass twice. He laughed at her choked groans as he sat back and pulled her back up, tilting her head back to look at him. He leaned over her and spit into her mouth before pulling her back down onto him.

     Y/n moaned around him as he pulled her head up and down on him. Y/n matched his pace, taking most of the work from him, tongue swirling gliding on the underside of his dick. Seungmin leaned back and watched her bob her head up and down. His hip bucked up towards her, meeting her halfway. He grabbed the back of her head and he got closer and closer. Shoving himself down her throat and holding her there as his cum painted her throat white. The warm milky substance filled her mouth.

     Y/n moaned with a mouth full of cum as he roughly pulled her up off his dick. Y/n looked up at him, mouth hung open and filled with his load. “Swallow.”

     Y/n closed her mouth, swallowed the salty load, and opened her mouth again, showing him she finished her task. Seungmin smiled and gently tapped her cheek. “Did you remember how to behave and listen to Daddy?”

     “Yes, daddy,” Y/n answered

     “Good.” Seungmin pulled her up off the toy and over his legs again. Y/n squeaked as he spread her open again then slipped a different toy inside her. Y/n tried looking back but couldn’t see anything.

     Y/n laid her head on the couch cushion, waiting. Jolting as she heard tape peeling and ripping behind her. She turned back again as he unlocked the handcuffs and took them off her wrists, “Off the furniture.” 

      Y/n slid back onto the ground in front of her. Seungmin stood from the couch after tucking himself back into his clothing and walked down the hall. Y/n looked at the hallway till something jolted alive inside her.

     “Come on mutt! Or do you want to be dragged around on the leash tonight!” She heard him yell from the bedroom. Y/n slowly crawled her way to the bedroom, seeing her boyfriend pulling some things out of the wicker basket on their bed. He had already discarded his tie and the jacket. The button-up opened, showing his tank top underneath.

     Y/n crawled over to his feet and he smiled down at her. “Good girl,” Seungmin pat her head, “Maybe you will get to have daddy’s dick inside your little puppy cunt tonight.”

     Seungmin helped her up onto the bed and laid her on her back, pushing her legs to her rest and binding her wrists and ankles together. Y/n looked down between her legs to see the tape over her entrance. She quickly put together that her boyfriend and taped a vibrator inside her, one that he turned the speed up on.

     Y/n moaned and laid her head against the mattress as Seungmin watched her. Discarding the button-up after he tossed the remote next to her, grabbed the bottle of lube from the toy basket, and wet his finger with the liquid. Running the finger over her tight hole and gently pushing inside. Y/n whined and looked down between her legs again. Watching his arm move slowly as he carefully worked her rear hole open. Taking his time to get her used to one finger before slipping in a second. Y/n clenched around him in reaction and Seungmin leaned down and pressed a couple of kisses to the back of her thighs. Letting her relax again for him to continue.

     Slowly moving his lube up fingers in and out of her once she relaxed. Pressing the pads of his fingers up against her, pushing against the vibrator on the other side. Y/n moaned and clenched her hands into fists at the feeling. 

     “That’s my good pup. Letting daddy do what he wants after you’ve been a bad puppy.” Seungmin mumbled against her skin

     “Daddy,” Y/n whined

     “Yeah, pup?” 

     “Can I cum? Please, Daddy. Feels good.”

     “Yeah? Like having daddy play with your ass while he’s got a vibrator taped shut in your pussy?”

     “Yes!” Y/n whined as he pressed against the toy again.

     “Not yet pup. Better hold it.”

     Y/n whined as his fingers slipped out of her. He whipped his fingers clean on the back of her thighs and reached up on their bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows and tucked them under her head, propping her up to look down between her legs without much strain.

     Seungmin unbuckled his belt again and tossed it onto the bed next to her. Y/n watched as he unzipped his slacks again and pushed the material down with his boxers. Hard dick springing out again. He picked up the lube bottle again and put more in the palm of his hand before rubbing it down his shaft. Y/n watched him line the tip of his cock up at her hole. One hand held the back of her thigh while the other guided the tip inside her. Slowly moving deeper into her as she whined under him. The lube helping him glide right into her ass till he bottomed out inside her.

     “Please, Daddy, need to cum.” Y/n whined again

     “Don’t cum pup.” Seungmin reminded her as he grabbed the remote and turned off the toy inside her. Listening to her little pleas as he thrusted in and out of her.

     “Want daddy to fill up your little cunt inside?” He teased, rubbing over the piece of tape covering her.

     “Yes! Please, daddy! Want your puppies in me!”

     “Yeah? Don’t want me to breed your little ass? Want me to stuff this greedy cunt?”

     “Pleasepleaseplease! Want daddy in my pussy!”

     “Mhmmm. Have you learned your lesson then?”

     “Yes! I’ll be good at events! I promise!”

     Seungmin popped out of her ass. Y/n whined before he carefully took the tape off her, bawling it up and tossing it to the side. Y/n watched him pull the little vibrator out of her before cleaning himself quickly.

     “Daddy,” Y/n begged

     “I know pup,” Seungmin sighed, tossing the tank top off after he finished cleaning his dick off.

     He easily slid into her, grabbing onto her hips. Y/n clenched around him as he bottomed out inside her again. Seungmin undid her restraints, wrapped her legs around his waist, and grabbed her hands. He pinned her hands onto the mattress and quickly started rutting into her.

     “Gonna fuck you the way I planned since we won that fucking award,” Seungmin groaned

     Y/n locked her legs tight around his waist, giving him no chance to pull away— not that he wanted to. Seungmin thrusted harder and faster into her. His head dipped down and caught sight of where they were connected. 

     “Gonna let me fill you up, give my pup one of her own?”

     “Please!” Y/n begged, clenching tightly around him

     “Close pup? Wanna cum on Daddy’s dick?”

     “Yes! Need to cum! Need to cum on daddy’s dick!”

     “Cum for daddy then.”

     Seungmin felt her legs tighten around him before her high took her. Her cum coated him as he continued fucking into her towards his own. Groaning as she gripped him like a vice.

     “My good pup. Always so good for me,” Seungmin muttered as his cum spurred out inside her. White shooting into her and coating her walls. 

     Gradually, his pace slowed to a few thrusts as he finished inside her. Catching his breath as he lay on top of her, wrapping his arms around her body. 

     “Min,” Y/n called

     “Hm?” he hummed

     “I love you.”

     “I love you too.”

     The idol sat back up after a moment and slid out of his girlfriend. Helping her up and to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: Aegon and you attend the annual hockey awards. The spring semester comes to a close and you and Aegon plan to say goodbye for the summer.

rating: Mature/Explicit/18+ (detailed warning below the cut)

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previous chapter ~ Ch. 11: Worth It

warnings: language, explicit p in v, oral (fem receiving), titty slapping, finger sucking, car spicy times, mentions of recovery

word count: 3.6k

note: SUPRISE!!! hope you enjoy this finale! thank you so much for reading my story about this lovable goofball 🥹

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As long as you’d been in college, you’d always felt the spring semester went by faster than the fall semester. This year was no exception. January melted into spring and hockey season came to its inevitable end. Sara, though saddened at first, was overjoyed when she realized she could spend more time with Jace.

“No more practice to get in the way of date night,” she said triumphantly, “You and I have to double date.”

“Of course,” you’d assured her. 

Everything was going great. Classes were easier this semester with philosophy out of the way, the Knights had won their championship game. A celebration banquet was held for the team, along with an awards ceremony. Though, you were missing the majority of the awards as you were currently otherwise occupied. 

“Aegon,” you moan, right leg draped over his shoulder. 

Look, you hadn’t meant to miss the first part of the ceremony, but Aegon was insistent. You’d joined Aegon and the rest of the team for the fancy dinner, held in the ballroom of The Golden Lion Hotel which, coincidentally enough, was owned by Jason Lannister’s family. 

Suddenly, before you could find your seats, Aegon was dragging you down the hallway and into a supply closet, kneeling before you and removing your panties; throwing them to a forgotten corner. Aegon swore it wasn’t his fault, you just looked so tempting in your dress and heels.

Aegon’s head is currently buried between your plush thighs, tongue lapping your folds like your pussy is ambrosia. He murmurs a soft command “Keep quiet bunny, c’mon you can do it, that’s my good girl,” and you’re suddenly raking your nails against his scalp, soaking his mouth with your release. 

Aegon rises from his knees, his hands trailing a path up your thighs to rest on your waist. He looks too damn good in his black tux, with his forest green tie that matches the silk dress you’re wearing. His shaggy silver hair is slicked back with gel, he runs his palm over the side to make sure he didn’t mess it up too much with his antics. 

“I love it when you’re noisy,” he murmurs, kissing you passionately, beginning to grope your ass while grinding against you.

Your eyes roll back into your skull as he trailed kisses down your neck. He’s so hard, you can feel him pressing against your legs-

“We have to go, they’ll be looking for you-” your concerns are silenced by another kiss.

“I’ll be quick,” Aegon promises, kissing your lips gently.

“You’re never quick-”

“And you love it every time-”

“Seriously,” you tell him, fisting his hair and pulling his face away from you, “Don’t give me those puppy dog eyes! I’m doing you a favor, Mr. Player of the Year.”

“You don’t know that,” he mumbles, a blush blooming on the apples of his cheeks, “I’m not that good-”

“Stop it,” you tell him, “You are. You’re going to win. C’mon.”

You adjust your dress back over your ass, smoothing the silk fabric over your thighs. As you exit the closet Aegon smacks your ass with the palm of his hand- the very reason you’d ended up in there in the first place. 

You glance back at him, a playful disapproving smile on your face. His eyes are glued to your ass, as he takes his lower lip between his teeth.

“How’d I get so lucky?” he murmurs, reaching for you again.

You move away, just out of reach of his grabbing hands, ushering him down the hallway and back into the ballroom. It’s been decorated for the occasion, with lots of streamers and centerpieces in the colors of KLU. You catch Cregan’s eye, he’s sitting next to Jace, and flashes him a small smile.

He returns it, smiling politely before turning to say something to Aly Blackwood. You’d heard through the grapevine they’d reconnected recently at Riverrun Cafe. Judging by Aly’s smile, it was going well between them. You can’t help but feel a warm feeling spreading in your chest as you watch them. Cregan deserves to be happy, he’s a great guy. 

You slide into the seat next to Sara. She raises her eyebrows at you and Aegon before mouthing ‘quickie?’ You quickly shake your head no, but Aegon nods, a smug smile plastered on his face. Sara lets out a snort and you jab Aegon in the ribs with your elbow. Jace turns to Sara, frowning at the lack of context as to why his girlfriend is in stitches. 

“Alright, listen up,” Coach Mormont says, clearing his throat, “Next is player of the year.”

You notice Aegon shift in his seat, his goofy attitude switching to one more anxious. He begins picking at his cuticles and you reach for him, taking his hand in yours to distract him.

“This player is integral to our team. He’s a fighter, always has been, but always shows up when the team needs him. I’m proud of how far he’s come, how he’s handled challenges on and off the ice,” Coach Mormont pauses, “And I’m proud to announce that the Player of the Year is our center, Aegon Targaryen!”

The hall erupts in cheers, even Cregan is clapping and nodding in agreement as Aegon rises on shaky legs to accept his award. You can’t stop the tears that blur your vision as you clap for him. Sara squeezes your shoulder, a smile plastered on her face.

Aegon makes his way to the podium, hugging Coach Mormont and taking the trophy before standing in front of the mic.

“Shit I-sorry I shouldn’t swear but…..shit,” he says with a breathless laugh. Aegon pauses for a moment, just gazing down at the trophy in his hands.

He looks up, meeting your eyes across the room and smiling.

“I really didn’t think this would happen,” Aegon begins, “My freshman year was pretty rough. I couldn’t have gotten the help I needed without the guys on this team.”

Aegon pauses, voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m proud to say I’m almost two years sober, and hockey…it means everything to me,” he says, wiping his eyes, “And I want to thank my siblings, the guys again of course, and my girlfriend.”

Your heart stops. 

“I couldn’t have made it through this year without her. I wouldn’t be right here, without her. So, thank you. Thank you so much,” he says smiling.

The crowd erupts into cheers as Aegon leaves the stage. You stand to greet him, wrapping your arms around him in a fierce hug. 

“Holy shit,” Aegon says, holding the trophy in his hands. 

He hasn’t stopped grinning since accepting it onstage. The dinner had long ended and you’d been seated in his car for the past few minutes. Jace and Sara had driven separately and had already headed back to the hockey house for the celebratory after-party. 

“I’m so proud of you, Egg,” you tell him, for the millionth time. You’ll probably never stop reminding him. 

“I just…” he trails off for a moment, eyes becoming glassy with tears, “I don’t know. I was never the make mom and dad proud kid, you know?”

Your expression softens, and you can feel your throat begin to constrict, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. 

“But I’ve been really trying, you know? It’s nice…for someone to notice,” he finishes, with a sniffle.

You reach for his free hand and he looks up at you, watery violet eyes meeting yours. 

“You are amazing, Aegon Targaryen,” you tell him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he says, a tear falling down his cheek, “I should probably put this down before driving, huh?”

You release a breathy chuckle.

“Yeah I think that’s wise,” you tell him, “We can buckle it in the back seat, like a child?”

“Our child,” Aegon says, his tone teasing, “What a beautiful baby.”

You laugh, opening the passenger side and getting out. Aegon slips out of the driver’s seat and opens the back door of his car. He glances at you from across the seat, smiling suggestively.

“On second thought…” he says, placing the award on the driver’s seat and slipping in the back, “Get in, bunny.”

Your eyes widen, sensing where this is going.

“Egg, no way-”

“C’mon we’ll be quick,” he says pouting, “It’s a celebration!”

“What if someone sees?” you whisper, but slip into the backseat all the same. You close the door behind you and Aegon grins, looping an arm around your waist.

“Everyone’s gone,” he murmurs, kissing your lips softly, “No one left but us.”

You melt into him, as you always do. He seems to have that effect. Aegon keeps one arm around your waist, the other wraps itself around your neck, his thumb smoothing the outline of your jaw. Your tongue seeks out his metal tongue ring as you kiss, and you arch your back to push yourself closer to him. 

“I fucking love you,” he groans, breaking away from kissing you for just a moment.

“Egg, I love you so much,” you whine, “Please, please.”

“What do you need, pretty girl?” he asks, whimpering as you tug harshly on his silver locks. 

“Just you, always you,” you tell him, burying your face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. 

Aegon quickly unfastens his belt, freeing his hardened cock. He strokes himself with his hand, pausing to swipe his thumb over the tip, wiping away a bead of precum. You get on your knees, preparing to straddle him when he stops you. You frown, confused, which causes Aegon to chuckle.

“Backwards, baby, c’mere,” he says, motioning so you straddle him, facing away from him.

Aegon’s hands move to push your dress up your thighs and he chuckles, feeling the wetness there. He playfully frowns at you, his lower lip jutting out in a dramatic pout.

“What happened to your panties?” he questions, sliding a finger through your dripping folds.

“Probably still in that closet,” you admit, breathing heavily with anticipation as you hover over his cock. 

You were in such a rush to get back to the table, you’d forgotten to put them back on. You can feel the head of Aegon’s thick cock prodding at your entrance and you sink down on top of him. The angle is new, and you feel every inch deep in your abdomen as he bottoms out. Your mouth falls open, a moan spilling from your lips.

“Fuck,” Aegon murmurs, lifting his hips to thrust into you, “Gods this fucking pussy, feels so good wrapped around my cock baby.”

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, lifting your hips and bringing them back down, matching Aegon’s thrusts, “Gods you’re so big.”

Aegon brings his hand to your neck, wrapping it lightly around your throat, squeezing just enough for there to be a pleasurable lack of oxygen. Your head is spinning as he continues sliding his cock in and out, the wet sounds of your soaked pussy filling the car. Through your lashes, you can see steam begin to cloud the windows.

Aegon takes his free hand to your chest, freeing your breasts from the top of your dress. It didn’t make sense to wear a bra, the back was too revealing. You thrash against him as he removes his hand from your neck, pressing his fingers against your lips. 

“Open up,” he murmurs, placing a hot kiss against your neck.

You do as he says, allowing him to push three fingers into your eager mouth. You suck the digits greedily, the cool metal of his rings kissing your lips as you do so. Aegon palms your breast with his other hand, tweaking your pebbled nipples before lightly slapping them. You whimper against his fingers, but they keep you quiet.

“So pretty like this baby,” he coos as you swirl your hips around him.

It’s perfect, his cock pulsating inside of you, rubbing against your sweet spot with every swivel of your hips. Not enough to get you off, just leave you on the edge of pleasure, your sanity slipping with every slap he delivers to your heaving breasts. 

You gaze at him with pleading eyes, and Aegon grins wolfishly. He pulls his fingers from your mouth, trailing them between the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach; knowing exactly what you need. 

His hand comes in contact with your clit, and with his well-lubricated fingers, he begins rubbing circles around the sensitive little button. Pleasure courses through your veins, prickling your nerves like lightning and he squeezes your breast harshly. 

“Aegon, oh fuck Aegon,” you moan, head dropping back onto his shoulder as your legs begin to shake.

“Just like that bunny, that’s a good girl,” Aegon encourages as you desperately ride his cock, chasing your release. 

It builds and builds before you finish with a cry, walls fluttering around his thick cock. Aegon moans as you cum, bringing both hands to squeeze your breasts as he finds his own release, deep within your pussy. 

You take a moment to regain your breathing and Aegon reaches out drawing a smiling face on the fogged window. 

“Girlfriend,” he says, phrasing it like a question, “I hope you don’t mind that I called you that during my speech.”

You rise from his softening cock, reaching over his lap to write on the window. 

“Of course, I didn’t,” you murmur, “I want you to be my boyfriend, Egg.” You finish your drawing. 

Another smiley face, right next to his. 

Aegon presses a kiss to your cheek, and you make yourself presentable before driving to meet your friends. 

Finals are a blur, and to your dismay, Aegon finishes his before you finish yours. 

“It should be illegal for this to happen,” you argue, as Aegon finishes putting his things in Criston Cole’s car. 

Cole has yet to return from helping Helaena with her luggage. Aegon likes to joke that she’s a princess and has 7 bags. Finals take place on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Monday. Aegon had his last final this morning, along with Helaena and Aemond. 

Thus, the siblings were being packed up and shipped back to their hometown, while you were stuck here until Monday. At least Sara, Baela, and Rhaena were in the same boat, but still. You were not ready to say goodbye to your boyfriend. 

“Bunny,” Egg says, pulling you towards him, wrapping you in a warm hug, and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“You really have to leave now?” you murmur against his chest as you bring your hands around his back.

Maybe if you hold on tight enough, he won’t go. You can feel his chest shake as he chuckles. 

“You know how my mom is,” Aegon says with a sigh, “But, she was pretty cool about you coming on the Summer Isles trip.”

“I can’t wait,” you tell him, honestly.

“Two weeks,” Aegon says, pursing his lips and nodding, “We can survive two weeks.”

You grab his cheeks, connecting your lips once more.

“Gross!” Helaena calls, appearing from the direction of her dorm carrying a duffle bag. 

You pull away from Aegon, but Helaena only smirks.

“Is this going to happen the entire time in the Summer Isles?” Helaena teases. 

Aemond walks up beside her, taking her bag.

“Gods I hope not,” he grumbles, taking Hel’s bag to the car. 

Criston appears a moment later, pushing a luggage cart full of Helaena’s suitcases. 

“That’s everything,” he assures and you quickly count 9 bags on the cart. 

Helaena embraces you, pulling you against her tightly.

“Good luck on your finals,” she says, “You’ll do amazing. And I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll miss you Hel,” you tell her, squeezing her close.

“2 weeks, no biggie,” Helaena says, pulling away, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you tell her, “Drive safe!”

“Criston will!” she confirms, sliding into the back of the car. 

You turn back to Aegon once more, your heart heavy. Goodbyes are never easy, no matter what.

“I love you,” you tell him, trying to fight the tears that form in your eyes. 

“I love you too,” he says, giving you a final kiss.

You wave to Aegon and Helaena, watching as their car disappears. 

“Okay enough of that!” Sara’s voice says before you feel her arms on your shoulders, dragging you away, “I’m starving, and besides! What about me? What am I supposed to do without you?”

Sara links her arms through yours, starting to walk to the main dining hall. You wave, spotting Baela and Rhaena headed toward you from the opposite side of the main quad. The sun is setting, casting a golden haze over campus. The flowers are in full bloom and the air has a lovely chill to it this late in the day. 

“Wither and die?” you sarcastically suggest.

“So not funny,” she says, shaking her head, “And you are so visiting Winterfell this year, I’m not driving all the way south for your ass-”

“Okay, you drove one-time last summer-”

“I haven’t recovered,” she interrupts, “Plus, I need to show you my hometown! And we’re going to Facetime every-”

“Night,” Baela says, joining you, with Rhaena beside her, “At 7 pm sharp, but you know Rhaena’s gonna hang up promptly at 9 for her mandatory 8 hours.”

“Some people care about their routines, and don’t want to waste their summer!” Rhaena interjects.

“I’m not wasting anything! I have an internship,” Baela insists.

“How long is this one going to last?” Sara snickers.

“Shut up,” Baela scowls, “Are you going to visit Jace at all?”

“Of course, I can’t survive without his big co-”

“Sara!” the three of you scold in unison causing her to snicker.

“We’ve become too comfortable here,” you say laughing as you enter the main campus dining hall.

It’s relatively quiet, some students cramming in some last-minute studying while scarfing down various fried food options. It makes you momentarily reminisce about when you met your best friends freshman year. You don’t know what you would have done without them.

“One more year,” Rhaena says, her expression wistful.

“One more year of KLU,” Baela says with a sigh, “I can’t believe we’re seniors now.”

“Don’t remind me,” you tell them. You can’t imagine college ending. 

Sara smiles knowingly.

“One more hockey season,” she says with a smirk.

Your cheeks flush at the thought of spending your senior year with Aegon. At his games, at the hockey house, in the library. No scheming this year, just you and him. You can’t think of anything better. 

“Dude guess what?” Sara says suddenly with a gasp, “I have to take Intro to Philosophy.”

“I thought you got out of that?” Baela asked with a frown.

“Nope, you’ll tutor me, right Y/N?” Sara says, pouting, “Please please please!”

“We’ll see,” you tell her with a chuckle, “I don’t know if I’m the best tutor.”

“Egg passed!”

“That was special circumstances!” you argue, grabbing a table. 

Sara slumps into the seat across from you, Baela sits beside you and Rhaena squeezes behind Sara. 

“I’ll ask you again in the fall,” Sara says with a smirk, “You’ll be with Egg all loved up and will have to say yes.”

Just as she mentions his name, your phone buzzes. You glance at it, seeing Aegon calling you. You rise from your seat. 

“One sec,” you tell your friends and they roll their eyes. 

You can tell they don’t mean it though, they’re only teasing you. They were beyond happy for you and Aegon. You walk out of the dining hall before answering. 

“Hey you,” you say, unable to stop your smile, “You miss me already?”

You push through the glass door, the warm spring evening air washing over you. 

“You could say that,” Aegon says, and you can practically hear his grin through the phone.

You laugh, before glancing up and meeting a pair of violet eyes. 

It’s Aegon. 

You’re still holding your phone against your ear as Aegon hangs up, sliding his own phone into his pocket. And even though it’s been maybe 20 minutes since you’d last seen him, you throw yourself into his arms, kissing him ferociously. 

Aegon chuckles, lifting you off the ground and spinning in a circle.

“What are you doing here?” you manage through a giggle as he plants you back on the ground, “Your mom, you said-”

“I told her I had a final Monday,” Aegon says, grinning ear to ear, “My car’s still here, I’m driving down after.” 

He holds your hands in his, his thumbs caressing yours. 

“I was thinking maybe, you could come home with me? You know Helaena misses you and Daeron seemed to like you and Aemond is-” You cut him off with a kiss.

Aegon came back for you. He’s staying, for you.

From the beginning, Aegon’s always made it clear. Even when you didn’t understand. Even when you weren’t ready to admit it. Even when you were scared.

It’s always been you.

You pull away from him, smiling ear to ear. In the light of the setting sun, he’s so beautiful. And he’s all yours. And you’re his. 

“C’mon,” you tell him, grabbing his hand, “Sara is taking philosophy next term and needs pointers.”

Aegon groans, but a smile plays on his lips as you drag him back towards the dining hall. You all sit together in the dining hall, staying long after you finish eating; laughing, nearly crying, and just talking the entire time. The smile never leaves Aegon’s face.

He can’t help it, it’s the happiest he’s been in what feels like forever.

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[takecareluv]

omg meg baby imagine giving steve a haircut <3 he’s like so anxious at first n then he gets so so relaxed n he’s lowkey nappijg by the end and u wake him up and he’s like. hm? with the softest voice ever <3 <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

mr. perfect hair | steve harrington x reader

word count : 777

author's note : omg it’s so funny you sent this in because i’m literally getting a hair cut tmr !! anyway. . . this is my first stevie request :3 eeek im a little nervous. i hope it's okay! <3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

although you adored your boyfriend's infamous hair more than anyone, even you could admit he was in dire need of a trim. getting steve to agree, however, would take some serious convincing on your part. especially considering his last trip to the barber shop was, in steve's words, "scarring for life". he didn't leave the house for almost a month after the disastrous haircut without any sort of hat atop his head.

luckily for you, you had that boy wrapped around your finger — knowing exactly what it would take to get your stevie to do just about anything you asked, including giving his precious hair a little trim.

. . .

adorned in your boyfriend's favorite dress, and shoes to match, you pulled a fresh batch of your homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the oven — baked to perfection — and placed them next to a bottle of steve's preferred beer, waiting for his arrival.

as if on queue, steve walked through the doorway, smiling at the sight of you before abruptly pausing due to the sweetness that filled not only the air, but now his senses. "i know that smell. those are your bribery cookies... what are you up to?" he questioned with a suspicious but ever so loving look, preparing himself to inevitably say yes to whatever it is you were about to ask of him.

"well... you see i just made an appointment for a haircut and i was thinking maybe it's time you get one too," you smiled hesitantly, attempting to gauge his reaction.

"i don't know, baby. i don't think i can go back to that salon. they messed up big time. practically ruined me. i can't be steve 'the hair' harrington with no hair."

you rolled your eyes at his dramatics before cutting off the rest of his rant, "i'll do it for you, stevie." noticing him soften at your plea, you continued, "please let me do it for you? can't see those beautiful eyes of yours with all that hair in the way." you spoke calmly while looking up at him with your award-winning puppy dog eyes, hoping it would do the trick.

after a brief moment of silent contemplating, steve let out a loud sigh, "fine." you began to jump up and down in celebration. "but," he emphasized, "only a little bit, baby. no more than an inch, okay?"

you nodded excitedly in response.

"you promise?" steve gave a pointed look, holding his pinkie finger up towards you, waiting for your own to intertwine with his. "i promise, stevie! i'll do just enough to get off all the dead ends, that's it!"

"hey! I don't have dead ends. my hair is perfect!"

"keep telling yourself that pretty boy," you teased while ruffling his truly perfect hair.

. . .

after a few minutes of anxiousness, steve remembered it was only you doing his hair, not some stranger who didn't know the first thing about him, but you. you who probably saw his hair more than he did. you who knew exactly how he liked it styled. he knew he could trust you, he could always trust you.

as you began to gently brush through his ends, you felt him relax and even lean into your touch, letting out a long, content sigh.

knowing he was finally calm enough, you grabbed the scissors you had prepared next to you and slowly started to snip away at his hair, small pieces descending to the floor after every cut.

soon after, you were making one last snip before placing the scissors down and brushing your fingers through steve's soft strands, noticing the way your boyfriend's eyes began to flutter closed.

"feel good, stevie?"

goosebumps cover his body from your whispered words and soft touches. "yes," he hummed in response. "can you play with my hair forever, sweetheart?"

"i'm not sure about forever, but i'll try my best. do you wanna see how it looks?"

he shakes his head. "if you did it, i'm sure it's perfect." pressing a quick kiss to your temple while guiding you towards the couch. "right now i just want you to keep playing with my hair. please?" practically begging at this point, how could you say no to your sweet boy.

. . .

you remain on the couch for the rest of the night, steve's head resting on your lap while you give him all the head scratches he wants and deserves, almost lulling him right to sleep.

"i hope you know you're the only one who's allowed to cut my hair from now on, sweetheart."

you giggle. "are you sure you can afford me? i'm pretty expensive. and those head scratches are extra you know."

[thegamingcatmom]

How do you think the denalis and the re8 ladies (Donna included) would react to their s/o already having a child from a previous relationship?

Considering I´m in the middle of writing a lil (big) smt that involves MC having to deal with kids (well, one....kinda, lol), this ask made my heart soar. :3

Tanya Denali: ☝️

very supportive

in fact, will take on parental duties right away if you wish/allow it

she actually has to hold herself back quite a bit on that

(it´s as precious as it is just a smidge suffocating)

it´s a leader thing as well

as a leader, it´s her job to ensure the safety and well-being of every coven member

that includes her mate´s child

especially her mate´s child

she's good with children

albeit a bit strict

...she won't win the award of "coolest aunt/mom" anytime soon, let's be honest

she means well though

(a bit too well, sometimes)

she'll frequently remind the child to stay on the path she's marked (yes, I HC that vampires "mark" their territory by leaving their scent all over)

sometimes, she forgets that humans don't have a sense of smell that's out of this world

so she'll walk the route with the child to get them used to it, maybe point out some landmarks to make it easier for them to remember

it's adorable

...not so adorable when the child ignores her anyway and does what children do

which is testing boundaries and not following rules

yknow, kids will be kids

they don´t possess this hierarchical thinking yet

which is something you have to remind the proud leader of more often than not

she´ll come to terms with it

at some point

after lots of huffing and puffing and-

child: *looks at her with these big, innocent puppy dog eyes*

Tanya: ...🫠

(...it´s not at all fair that charm seems to run in the family)

she'll oversee how her coven members (or any other of her kind) act with the child very closely

...especially Kate

it´s not that she doesn´t trust her sister, but...

well, see for yourselves:

Kate Denali: 🤡

very good with kids

which doesn´t really come as a surprise, considering she acts like one for the most part

(at least if you ask her sisters)

she´s the "cool aunt" alright

and also a clown

even more so when the kid is present

the kid loves it, ofc

which only encourages her to up the ante each time she gets to spend time with them

that´s probs the reason why they take to her so fast

she really gives her all in her performances

it´s most precious to see

...and also quite nerve-wracking at times

especially considering she´s down for pretty much anything the kid wants

mostly because it drives Tanya up a wall

but also because she´s become addicted to hearing that infectious laughter

the kid has become her best audience fr

finally, someone who appreciates her wit and her spirit

she could just eat the munchkin right up-

Tanya: *makes the 'I´m watching you' gesture*

Kate: ...😇

Kate, on the inside: 🍴😋

JK

...or am I?

that´s actually something she frequently does to make the kid laugh

yknow, pretending to eat their lil feetsies or their tiny fingers :3

she also takes them for a ride on her shoulders or back every time they ask for it

she´ll also happily do the zoomies when the kid asks for it

or just drop down from the highest point she can find if they ask for it

or, yknow, wrestle a bear if that´s what the kid wants to see

...

you have to remind her on a regular basis that following a kid´s every whim isn´t exactly in anyone´s best interest

...

...

...

it´s more yelling, let´s be honest

(her sisters are only all too happy to join in)

Irina Denali: ❤️

out of the sisters, she´s Momma

so, naturally, she´s smitten with the little one right from the start

they look so much like you, how could she not love them unconditionally as soon as she lays eyes on them?

carries them around every chance she gets

squishes those chubby cheeks wherever she can

reading to them is one of her fav ways to pass the time

she'll make the voices too, ofc

like, yknow, doing her damnest to bring those characters to life for the little one

it's fucking wholesome

she'll gladly take the little one if you need a break or a breather

no judgement here, we can't all have unlimited stam and energy (sadly)

watching the little one sleeping peacefully fills her cold, unbeating heart with warmth so fierce, it feels as though it might just start beating again at any moment

especially if you're there as well - the little one curled up into you as you both sleep soundly after a day full of adventures is almost too much for her to handle

will join you if it does get too much to handle

she just needs that contact

she´ll put a blanket in between though, so the two of you stay warm and cozy despite her freezing body

takes lots of photos for the many albums she has

(and she has lots of them)

this is a time you can´t get back

they grow so fast...

you have to cherish every moment

she´s very good at math, so that comes in handy when it´s time for homework

she nails every subject, let´s be honest

they all do, but Irina is the most patient about it

she´ll explain everything thoroughly and has no problem repeating what she said over and over and over and over and-

until the little one gets it

when they do, she´ll give them the biggest hug

and smooches

she loves blowing raspberries too

they always make the little one break out into uncontrollable laughter

which makes her laugh in return

which makes them laugh even harder

which makes her-

For the Denali sisters, there´s the added pressure of knowing they´ll have to turn you both at some point. For you, that´s a given. You´ve long since come to terms with it. You´re looking forward to spending eternity with your chosen one(s). For the child? Well...

There´s still time. And until that day comes, they´ll cherish every waking (and sleeping) moment, gradually easing the little one into this new world day by day, bit by bit. And once that day has come, well-

They´ll still cherish every moment. However, it can´t be denied that there´s a sense of relief in knowing the two of you are much less breakable now. <3

Bela Dimitrescu: 👩‍🏫

she´s quite strict

...she´s a drill sergeant, let´s be honest

she refers to it as "teaching"

she´s used to giving her all in everything she does to impress Momma - only perfect is good enough for her

so, naturally, she expects the same level of commitment from everyone else

neither you, nor your child are an exception to that

(except when you are)

she softens somewhat when you´ve had one of your many talks though

yknow, where you tell her that your child isn´t a dog for her to train

or one of her many prisoners to torture

(it´s more yelling on your part)

Bela is all for tough love, so that´s what she´ll receive in return when the "tough" becomes a bit too much for your liking

she has the decency to look the slightest bit...reprimanded

not for long though

(ffs)

she refers to the child as "little one", without exception

no matter the mood she´s in

it´s the tone that gives away her true feelings

when she´s mad, there´s an edge to her voice, dripping with condescension

when she´s pleased, she has the sweetest voice

in fact, her whole demeanor changes when you or the child do something she deems "appropriate"

she even purchases kid's toys and stuffed animals from the Duke as a reward

for the child ofc

...most times

she'll take the little one on tours through the castle to show them where they're allowed to go

and, most importantly, where they're not allowed to go

she might be a human-eating mass murderer, but she understands that there's just some things that are not suitable for children

the brutal torturing/killing/processing of people being one of them

(not that she's ever cared before meeting you and the little one)

she reads to the child and even tries to teach them

...let's just say, she isn't exactly the most patient individual

you have to interfere when the little one starts crying

there's lots of yelling

Bela is back to looking the slightest bit reprimanded

not for long though, as per usual

it's a vicious circle with her

also because you keep coming back

also because, despite the struggles, the little one flashes a toothy smile every time they set eyes on Bela

she'd never openly admit it, but anyone with eyes can see the effect it has on the eldest

the effect in question: 🫠

Cassandra Dimitrescu: 👹

she's a bit like Kate actually

just a lot more unhinged

(a lot more)

she'll accept the kid without question or hesitation

mostly because she's been bored out of her mind anyway

finally something interesting happening around the castle

she kinda turns into a kid herself

a very bratty one

it drives Bela (and you) up a wall because, naturally, the kid mimics her behavior

Cass couldn't be more proud of herself

she shows the kid her collection of sickles when nobody's watching

who tf am I kidding: she doesn't give a rat's ass if someone's watching

on the contrary

she enjoys the attention too much

she even asks the Duke to craft a mini sickle - fully functioning ofc

only the best for her little slasher :3

she´ll teach the kid how to swing it like a pro

she´ll also teach them how to string them up properly

(the people, not the sickles)

which prompts lots of yelling

mostly on your part (and Bela´s)

sometimes, she leaves bits and pieces of some poor unfortunate soul lying around in hopes the kid will see it and ask questions

(she pretends it was an accident ofc, just...fell out of her pocket or smt)

nothing too gory though, just a tooth here or a toe there

yknow, gotta keep it somewhat PG

needless to say, the kid does ask questions

naturally, you're horrified

naturally, Cass is delighted and will happily answer any and all-

there's lots of yelling on both sides then

which soon turns into death threats on both sides

it gets so bad that, eventually, Momma D has to step in

which isn't exactly something new when it comes to Cass the Crass

she tries sneak into the cellar multiple times a day

with the kid ofc

she wants to prove to them that she´s the "cool" one, yknow? not a party pooper like her big sister who´s all about rules and following orders (yawn)

fortunately for you and your waning sanity, there´s almost always someone guarding the entrance for this exact reason

mostly Bela

or Mama D, when Bela is busy doing other things

(like experimenting on people)

(which means she´s down there anyway)

(nothing gets past her)

not that Dani isn´t absolutely willing and ready to get the job done - she´s brimming with excitement

however, she gets...distracted

very easily

Daniela Dimitrescu: 🤝

she loves the child

right away

they´ll be besties forever!

and ever!

UNTIL THE END OF TIME!

she loves them

she often reads to them, making the voices and funny faces

when the child rewards her efforts with their sweet laughter, she immediately joins in

which only makes them laugh harder

which makes her laugh harder

which makes them-

(you catch my drift)

she loves them

so much

she frequently takes the little one for a fly ride

which means she transforms into a bunch of her flies and carries the child around à la Magic Carpet

it´s really quite wholesome to watch

their shared laughter that echoes through the castle even manages to put a smile on one or two faces

until she drops them

...

people are screaming BLOODY MURDER-

"HAH, GOT YOU!"

...

literally -> the child´s fine ofc, laughing hysterically at the stunt she´s just pulled

they absolutely love it

besides, like she´d ever-

...excuse?

are you saying she´d harm her bestie for life???

HOW DARE YOU!

SHE LOVES THEM!

...

she gets a kick out of making the staff fear for their lives by pretending she´s gonna drop the little one

(because, if that were to ever happen, someone´s gonna pay)

as adorable as you find the sight of the two of them cackling like maniacs, sometimes you have to rein her in a bit because she tends to forget that humans - especially small ones - need their sleep

she understands ofc...after lots of complaining and whining

...

LIKE THAT WILL STOP HER-

(she´s just gonna sneak into their room when nobody´s watching so she can curl up with her bestie :3)

Lady Dimitrescu: 🤲

she kinda has proud!grandma energy, if that makes sense?

meaning: the micuțul enjoys a bit of a different upbringing compared to the daughters

(meaning: a lot less bloodier)

she´d never admit it out loud, but she wants to put the little one in her non-existent pocket

she probably could because they would be gigantic like the rest of her

(not me imagining Lady D wearing one of those hoodies made for carrying your beloved pet with you wherever you go)

she can fit the micuțul easily in one of her hands though when she carries them around the castle

which she does a lot

also to show the little one off to the staff

and they better respond to their joint appearance with "aww" or "oh, what a precious little thing"

failing to do so will result in becoming her next bottle of wine

:)

she wears the biggest smile when she walks through the castle and its grounds, the micuțul in one hand as she gestures to various objects and people with the other, explaining in great detail what purpose each of those things serve

"And this, my little gândăcel, is our head cook, widely known throughout this village for their supreme culinary talents. They can conjure up the finest meals from even the simplest ingredients - always the freshest, naturally. Ask for anything your little heart may desire, and it shall be yours."

the head cook, on the outside: 😊

the head cook, on the inside, realizing their fate lies in the hands of a child now: 💀

has the micuțul sitting in her lap when she´s working because she finds that it´s incredibly helpful with managing her stress levels

(ever since you and the little one moved in, significantly fewer pieces of furniture have met their untimely demise at the hands of a stressed Mama)

she also starts teaching the micuțul the arts of winemaking very early on (gotta teach em young and all)

we´re talking about the PG version ofc

actual wine is what I´m saying

no maidens were drained in the making

...yet

they will be though, at some point

when the little bug is older

(much older, tyvm)

you do your best to keep the whole winemaking business as far away from your child as possible, even going so far as to lock yourself and the little one away if things start to venture into non-PG territory

but the Lady can be rather...convincing

(by the time she´s done with you, you´re too tired and too bruised to even lift a finger)

Donna Beneviento: 🧸

she invites you and your child into her home and heart right away

she loves children

especially yours

and she loves crafting toys for them

especially for yours

she makes dolls and little wooden figurines like cars and animals, but she´ll also happily replicate action figures or any character from any movie or series the piccolo wants

she´s a very talented seamstress, so she often makes stuffed animals and clothing for the little one too

her house might be a hellish nightmare for most adults, but for children? it´s paradise

Angie!Donna makes a real effort to talk and behave extra deranged after learning it makes the little one laugh uncontrollably

it´s quite wholesome to watch

albeit a smidge terrifying

and very unpleasant on the ears

the things we endure for our children

Angie!Donna loves tea parties, so naturally, she throws one (or five) pretty much every day for the piccolo

she frequently cooks for the little one (and you ofc), and she encourages them to try as well - under her supervision and guidance, of course

you can´t see it due to her veil, but you don´t have to - you know she´s over the moon when your child announces that her Spaghetti Bolognese is "the best thing ever!"

"Can I have more?"

she downright melts

she uses her hallucinations to conjure up things the piccolo has always longed to see "in the flesh"

like the most exotic animals

or their favorite superhero

or their favorite character/s from any movie, series, book, etc.

anything they can think of, really

she takes the piccolo with her when she goes to work in her garden

she needs likes to keep an eye

but she also lets them "help" her ofc

said help consists mostly of digging holes, which may or may not be needed later

she also uses this opportunity to teach them a thing or two about plants in general

yknow, things like how plants behave in different seasons, their purpose in general, what herbs you can get from which plant and so on

(now, that´s some teaching you can get behind)

Mother Miranda: 🔬

it´s a bit...complicated at first

she doesn´t show any signs of aggression or disdain or anything that might hint at an imminent murder attempt

on the contrary

she shows great interest in your child - their physics, their mental condition, their blood-

and that´s kinda the problem

in all those decades she´s spent working to bring back her own child, her brain has kind of been...rewired

which means that, instead of seeing an innocent child - your innocent child - all she sees is another opportunity to bring back Eva

needless to say, you´re furious

and disappointed

and, most of all, you feel betrayed

the latter is what ultimately snaps her out of it

she doesn´t apologize though

not with words, at least

...not yet

instead, she shows real interest now

however, her almost clinical way of speaking still hinders any progress from being made at first

"Can you share your thought process behind the colors you selected for this mammal?"

...

the fact you have to point out that the focus of a children´s coloring book isn´t necessarily on realistic representation is both amusing and slightly concerning to you

you also gently remind her that she´s talking to a child

only to feel bad right after when she merely blinks at you in confusion

...you help her out with the next questions to ease your conscience:

she asks them about their favorite school subject

(and has to hold back an eye-roll when they say break)

she asks about their favorite animal

(her eye starts twitching when they say fish)

she asks about their favorite food

(and almost loses it when they say bird)

you scramble to tell her that they mean chicken, but you fear the damage is already done

(however, you can´t deny that the sight of your child casually leading the High Priestess to the brink of a nervous breakdown fills you with no small amount of glee...especially after she tried turning them into her next specimen)

despite her efforts (and she´s trying yall), it takes quite a bit for your child to warm up to her

but then, one unexpected evening, after months of living with her:

MC and Miranda: *curled up on the couch, watching a movie*

MC Junior: *comes running into the living room wearing their PJs*

MC Junior: "I´m done brushing my teeth! Can you read me a bedtime story?"

MC, starting to get up: "Sure thing, pumpk-"

MC Junior, pointing their finger: "No! I want Mira!"

MC and Miranda: 👁️👄👁️

MC Junior: *runs back out and ahead*

MC and Miranda: *share a look of utter disbelief before simultaneously breaking into joyful laughter*

Also MC and Miranda: *share a passionate kiss that reflects the struggles they faced over these past few months*

MC Junior, in the distance: "Mira?!"

MC, nudging Miranda along: "Your devoted little follower craves your wisdom, oh holy Mother Miranda."

Miranda: *gives a knowing smirk and one last peck before getting up and following after MC Junior*

MC: *watches her go, a blissful smile on her face*

In case it wasn´t clear: Mother Miranda went from 🔬 to 🪺 somewhere along the way. And she damn well deserves it cause she worked hard to achieve that status. ✊😤

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Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[chosos-mascara]

you shouldn't

𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - arriving at toji's home after a break-up, you decide to finally make a move.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - age gap (reader is mid-20s, toji is late 40s), sex, some angst but resolved, fingering, teasing, petnames, no mentions of birth control, dom!toji, dilf!toji

minors + ageless dni 4k words

"What're ya doing here, kid?" Toji was dishevelled, a bath robe tied loosely around his waist, chest open to reveal a few scars behind the silk. Your eyes were puffy, swollen from tears, lips bloated and peeling, a few marks from where you'd bitten the soft skin a little too much. A state you hadn't wanted him to see, but one he'd answered the door to nonetheless, much to your embarrassment.

"He broke up with me." The sentence left you with reluctance, eyes unable to meet his, instead trailing down to meet the indentations of pink painted on his skin, a mark you knew had been the result of a previous job. Toji sighed and stepped back, opening his door wider to accommodate you, though not before shooting you a disapproving look.  "Told ya it wouldn't last." He couldn't help but to scold you for mistakes, no matter how much you'd been hurt in the process. Though, this was new - you hadn't turned up to his home through tears before. 

"I trusted him," A sob racked over you as you'd explained, the warmth inside his hall kissing your cold cheeks. "I don't know why. They're all the same." The final words were quieter as you sniffled back another cry, shaking your head.  "You keep lettin' these guys fuck with ya. 's your own fault." His voice was a little muffled; you'd understood he had been bringing a cigarette to lips and lighting it with the way the sentence had left the curve of a half open mouth.  "Thought he was different, Toj'." You glanced up to him, sporting the usual puppy-dog eyes - the sole reason Toji couldn't turn you away. His social battery was lower than most, though when it'd come to you, his tolerance had increased. There was something about the way you'd looked at him, your mannerisms, and the fact he'd known you'd needed him. Even if you hadn't explicitly told him, Toji understood he was a big part of your life. 

He'd been your father's friend - not that you'd spent much time with the man himself; a business partner. Toji hadn't thought himself as a good dad, often leaving Megumi for extended periods of time, but when he'd met an eighteen-year-old you over dinner with the old man, he'd realised his parenting had been award-winning compared to his associate's. Your relationship with Toji had been purely business related at first, beginning a career under the family's sector as his secretary, and through pity, the black-haired male had taken time out of his day to look out for you. You'd play back, and he'd appreciate your witty responses, eventually looking forward to the grin greeting him before he'd step into his office. It had been a number of years ago now, and something had bloomed between the pair of you. 

Toji had assumed you'd seen him as a parental figure - he'd been in his late forties while you still in the midst of twenties, a large age gap according to him. Though after a few drinks at the work's Christmas party he'd been dragged to, he'd been met with a confession from yourself - "I used to have a pretty big crush on you." One he found himself remembering late at night, pondering over what would have happened if in that moment, he would've made a move. But, that had been a year ago, and you'd seen multiple people within that time frame - all of which Toji had hated. 

Though, he needn't worry about them because after a month or so, they'd drop like flies. You hadn't been able to figure out why, though indulging in the positiveness Toji would offer to you after break-ups, spilling gossip to him in the break-room and basking in the odd compliment of your character he'd fish out in an attempt to aid your sadness. He'd figured out long ago that the reason had been down to your mental state, and the damage caused over the years by your environment. The male had figured that the men looking for a fling hadn't the emotional capacity to support you, and at times, he wasn't sure he'd be able to either.

"Can we watch a movie, or something?" You questioned, bringing the back of your hand to rub away the tears that had accumulated over your face, glancing back to the male. Toji nodded, exhaling smoke and gesturing to his attire - or lack thereof.  "Ain't doing shit in this, let me get dressed." The male moved toward the wooden staircase in the hall beside you, placing a foot on the first step before turning back to add to the previous sentence. "Wanna change? Get somethin' comfy on - I don't know what girls like to wear 'n shit." 

A laugh escaped tired lips, appreciating the thought he'd had, a gracious nod followed by eager footsteps. Following the male upstairs, you waited outside of the door you'd understood had belonged to his bedroom, listening to the muted noises of movement as he'd rummaged through drawers, pulling a cotton tee and a pair of pyjama bottoms up to study. They'd looked a little too large for you, but with the draw-string, he was sure they'd be good enough. The new outfit had been thrown over his half-bent arm while he'd met you back at the door-frame, stretching the limb out to offer you the fabric. Reaching forward and wrapping fingers around the garments, your skin grazed the silk of his dressing-gown, warmth radiating through the thin attire to bestow heat onto your hand. You'd lingered a little longer than needed, feeling an  emptiness once more as his presence left you.

You brought the clothing with you into his bathroom, sliding-door closed behind you for privacy. It had only taken a few moments to change, the newly acquired outfit smelling just like the man you'd taken it from - it had been likely the garments had been left unwashed after he'd worn them last. A large mirror sat above the sink, one you'd glanced over to admire the clothes over your body. The old tee-shirt was baggy, trousers too, hiding your figure in a slightly unflattering way, yet your chest had still tightened as fingers traced over the creases, a warmth within you knowing these had been worn by him. 

Toji had been sat wide-legged on the old couch, eyes lingering over you as you'd entered the room. The sensation he'd felt rising through him had been unusual, a fluttering within his stomach, one he'd attempted to push away as he'd removed his gaze from you, hoping the thoughts at the forefront of his mind would subside so he could get through the evening without initiating something the pair of you would come to regret.  

"You looked at me funny." The timid voice coming from beside him as you'd seated yourself had caused a strained sigh to leave his lips. He'd wished you'd push your curiosity aside and ignore the tension between the pair of you, something you'd seemingly done with ease when you'd been dating your last fling.  Toji was a little too old for you - not to mention a business associate with your father. If the asshole found out he'd fucked his daughter, it'd be over. "Nah, I didn't." Denial, that was something Toji had done often. 

"Do I look that bad?" You'd laughed while asking, though there had been a twang of pain with the question. It was easy to understand he wouldn't appreciate you in the state you'd arrived in, though you'd hoped there was a chance he'd see a natural beauty through the midst of tears, or now, in clothing two sizes too big.  "You look pretty." The response had his cheeks warming up, face tilting away from your line of sight after the last word had left his mouth. The man beside you hadn't been affectionate, and wouldn't start now. 

The compliment had caused a grin to spread eagerly across lips, though with Toji's line of sight aimed at the television before you, he hadn't noticed the consequence of the sheepish words he'd spoken. A late night talk show had been showcased before you, the host talking with an A-list celebrity, though it had been difficult to focus on the screen. With Toji's legs spread apart, his right knee had rested against yours, back slumped against the cushions behind him. His face ahd been painted with his usual tired scowl, eyes half open.

It was possible your heightened emotions following the conflict you'd faced earlier had caused a small misjudgement, though you'd been aware of the feelings you'd had toward the male, finally feeling a surge of confidence. There had been some contemplation with your actions before you'd executed the desire, a question of whether the activity soon to follow Toji zoning out before the television had been appropriate - it hadn't. Yet, the fight within your mind hadn't been able to stop you leaning forward, wrapping fingers idly under the hairs kissing his neck, pressing his lips to yours. 

You held your lips against his for a moment, awaiting a reaction before continuing. Initially, there had been a jolt of surprise, his palm meeting your shoulder, but following the small movements he'd remained still. There was a weak push, causing you to shift backward, breaking the kiss. Eyes fluttering open, heart beating, you looked at the man wide eyed, the taste of ciagrettes on your lips.

"What're you doing?" His questioning tone had been gruff, eyebrows furrowed with annoyance, yet you could tell from his body language he'd wanted to continue. "I-" You inhaled, face only inches from his, breath fanning over wettened lips. "I really like you." The child-like confession was spoken as a whisper, imagining the scolding words that were about to leave his lips, because even if Toji had felt the same way, there would be an inner-conflict on whether he'd felt he deserved it. 

"You shouldn't." He was quiet, soft timbre from his throat, dismissing the admission. Though as his features moved closer to yours, he'd allowed his actions to counteract his head, closing the gap between you to taste you once more. The motions against one another had been gentle, as if testing the waters. 

Toji's tongue slid along yours, exploring your mouth while he'd kissed you, hands caressing your body before settling over your hips. He'd squeezed over the fat as he pulled you toward him, your legs widening to allow yourself room to straddle his lap. Breathing heavy, you maintained the slurry of sloppiness against him, fingers clutching tightly over the hairs at the back of his head, a groan tumbling from him to show appreciation to the action. 

Your hand fell to the waistband of the jogging-bottoms he'd been wearing, fingers hooking the hem to pull lightly at the fabric, an indication of what you'd wanted. Pushing his hips upward, he'd allowed the movement, hard dick freed from the confides of the cloth prison. Mirroring the display, the pyjama bottoms he'd gifted you had been removed, cock lined at your dripping cunt before you'd sunk down, a gasp as you'd felt yourself stretch over his size. Toji hissed, throwing his head back while tightening his hands over your sides, as if to offer some stability. 

"Fuck, baby." The voice erupting from the male's chest had been one you'd dreamed of, so breathless and hoarse, a demonstration of the pleasure he'd felt through the movement of your hips.  "Feels s' good." You uttered words of appraisal, hands on each of his shoulders to aid in the bobbing movement, messy sounds gushing from between the pair for your thighs. Toji pushed upward, pulling you down in order to bottom out, a whimper falling from your lips at the fullness. Both chests rising and falling at an increased rate, hums cascading from parted lips, Toji brought his head forward, eyes watching intently while you'd bounced on his cock. The way he'd fixated his gaze on you had felt invasive, stare hardened, pupils blown-out from lust. His attention sent a throb between your legs, swollen clit making friction upon his waist with each languish movement. 

"Wanted to do this f'r so long-" The deceleration had barely been articulated through whines, thighs shaking from the strenuous activity. You were sure he'd feel the tremble as his hands dropped to sit on your legs, though if he had, he'd been unfazed, simply appreciating the effort. A squeeze of his grip, jolt of his hips followed by a groan had signalled his release, eyes squeezing closed. Toji hadn't often looked at peace, weighed down by the stress of running a business, and having a teenage son, yet during this moment, his expression relaxing through post-orgasm bliss, he had looked calm. 

You leaned forward, placing a haphazard kiss against his forehead, hands embracing both sides of his face. Green eyes peered up to your fatigued expression, guilt painted over his countenance, though the nervousness his appearance had given you was pushed down with the hopes of what was to come from the encounter. 

"I don't think this should happen again." After holding you close and eventually making your way to his bedroom, the words Toji had spoken while gripping his morning coffee had been the last you'd wished to hear. He took a sip, allowing the statement to brew within your unexpectant mind, panic setting across you. Grimacing, he tore his sight from the kitchen floor to the mug, a reluctant swallow of the liquid before inspecting the coffee machine responsible for the beverage. A large hand flicked the switch on the side, displaying his realisation the machine had been set to cold, pouring the unwanted coffee into the sink before placing the cup back down, whirring filling the thick atmosphere as a second drink had been prepared for him. A situation that, before he'd spoken the short sentence, would have been comical to watch. Now, it had only felt uncomfortable to sit through, pitying the old man's display. 

"Why?" You questioned desperately, dropping your gaze to the granite breakfast bar you'd been propped up against, hands holding your chin for support. An attempt to remain calm through the encounter had you consciously breathing in, and out, controlling the amount of oxygen entering your lungs, though with this manual movement, you'd felt more breathless than if you'd allowed your body's natural response.  "It's not right." Toji spoke, morning voice still low, eyes drooping from fatigue. You'd wodnered if he'd slept at all by the state before you, the man's conscience had been worst than most - odd considering the fact he'd come across as egotistical and blunt. When involving friends and family, there had been something deep-rooted within him, most likely due to a past encounter that had been unknown to you. Pride, and loyalty, had been meaningful. 

"Look, kid." He began, an elongated exhale had signified his lack of desire for debate, mug now placed on the counter beside him, fingers instead pressing to his temple. "I'm old enough to be your dad. I know your old man ain't shit, but I don't wanna defy him either. Imagine he finds out we're foolin' around." Green eyes failed to meet you as he looked to the other corner of the kitchen, and you were left to wonder if he'd shared feelings with you, or had been unable to accept them. 

The thought of either hadn't been comforting. Toji had been the person you'd trusted for the last handful-or-so of years, a person you'd consider a friend. His rejection would mean an alteration in the dynamic you'd shared, something you'd been unprepared for.  "So, you just used me?" The accusation fell from your mouth, anger bubbling through the anxieties you'd felt, thinking back to the night you'd shared, a vulnerability you'd allowed him to see.  "What're you talkin' about? You came onto me-" His voice was raised, hand slamming against the counter beside him as his face contorted in annoyance.  "You could've said no!" Matching the tone he'd served to you, you stood, the chair once housing you now pushed backward with the momentum that indignation had brought you. "I've loved you for years, Toji." His name had your voice breaking, frown trembling with emotion, vision blurring through tears. The fact he'd been like every other male you'd been involved with over the past few years had broken your heart deeper than any pain you'd felt, disappointment in the cracks of your mind. 

"Told ya last night - you shouldn't." There was a pain across his features, one that had been difficult to interpret through your own emotion.  "Because, you're scared?" The question was faint, voice soft as you stepped toward him. His arms crossed over his chest, eyes rolling at the behaviour you'd conducted, unwilling to confront how he'd truly felt. "I ain't scared - god, you're such a brat." Another strained sigh had escaped his chest, Toji shaking his head. "I haven't dated since-" He paused, eyes leaving yours to flicker up to the ceiling in thought, reminiscing on the past. "Since Megumi's mother. I'm not fit to be a boyfriend or whatever shit you've got planned." The admission had your eyes tearing up, a stray tear rolling down your heated cheeks. Reaching a hand forward, you met his face, brushing over the stubble protruding his skin, prickling your finger-tips. Though, you ignored the roughness to bring his face closer to yours, a kiss planted on his parted lips. When it had come to Toji, you were willing to stand up to him, understanding the defence mechanism he'd developed of pushing those he'd cared of away, as if to protect them. 

"I just want you." The four words spoken had been enough consolation. Toji pressed forward, bringing his hands to cup both cheeks as he pushed into you, an increase in passion as your lips danced with one another. A kiss unlike the ones shared the night before - years of friendship, of guidance, support, transferred between the pair of you as a reminder of the moments you'd shared.

Hands moved to cup one another's bodies, his gliding beneath the fabric of the shirt he'd given you to feel the curves beneath, lifting the hem to slide fingers against bare skin. His touch had been electric, a euphoric affection he'd gifted to you through the grazing of his tongue to yours. The way in which each of you had slotted against one another had been mesmerising, a feat of fulfilment you had felt with no other being. Two flames fighting for dominance; after last night's events, Toji had wanted to take the lead.  "Bedroom." The noun had been uttered between kisses, the male eventually pulling back to take your wrist into hand, pulling you toward the staircase.   

The ascent was quick, a silent journey taken with haste, and once through the door you hadn't a chance to look over the room, instantly being drawn to him as large digits encased cotton, his loose tee being removed from your body. With a moment taken for adoration of the woman before him, Toji leaned forward, attaching himself back to you, your own hands undressing bottom half before being ushered to the double bed showcased within the middle of his bedroom. Somewhere between your arrival and the male placing himself between your spread thighs, he'd disregarded his own trousers, though instead of using his hardened member to fuck into you with, he'd caressed sodden lips with his fingers, ghosting over your clit before dipping a digit into you. 

With a gasp, he was encouraged on, adding his ring finger to middle, sliding them into your opening before beckoning them back out. Your back arched, mouth open and static as your body focused on the sensation his fingers brought to you, a smirk on his lips from the lack of your ability to multitask.  "So wet already." His statement was condescending, a rough kiss against your cheek, though despite the cruel action, you'd tightened around him in pleasure. "Like that, baby?" The deep voice tickled your ear, another sloppy press of his lips against neck. Lewd sounds penetrated the atmosphere, a squelching from your increasing arousal. His presence had changed, less conflicted over his actions, allowing himself to take authority over you.  "Listen to yourself, so fucking dirty." Using the hand he had free, Toji wrapped his fingers around your chin, forcing head still to be locked into his gaze. Biting your lip, you challenged his superiority, allowing eyes to meet his.

"Tell me what you want." The demand had been evidence to Toji's desires, wishing to take things further, yet wanting to appear unanimous. He scissored the fingers apart slightly while plunging them in and out of you, a moan being forced from you at the motion.  "Y-your cock, please." The act of begging hadn't been one that had appealed to you previously, though with Toji working you up, you'd understood what it had truly meant to ache for dick. The need to feel his member within your walls, the understanding that his pleasure was as heightened as yours, was all you were able to picture through the haze you'd fell within. 

Toji fulfilled the request without hesitation, moving the digits to grip at your side as he'd pushed himself into you, thumb moving to rub circles across your clit as he'd fucked himself deep into you. The gradual build up to this predicament had meant an inability to keep quiet, moans exiting you with each roll of the swollen bud, eyes squeezing shut and mouth wide. He laughed, though through your own sounds it had been difficult to tell. 

"So fucking tight." His praise wasn't lost on you despite the noise, a faint smile forming over your lips, another clench around the thick cock that had been fucking into you. "You best be thankin' me when you cum all over my cock, pretty girl." Toji's words echoed through your ears, back arching while you'd fallen closer to climaxing, squeezing and pulsing over him. He'd grunted, eyes threatening to close, though forcing them open as he'd refused to miss a moment of witnessing you writhing in his sheets, moments from creaming over him. He could feel your orgasm approaching, walls spasming, desperate gasps for air.  "What'd I say?" Toji reinforced his request, to wish you'd mumbled out the words;

"Thank you, thank you, thank-" Rendered speechless, only a scream had been able to replace the words you'd spoken, eyes rolling back to reveal only white to the male bullying into you. Toji watched you contort under him, succumbing to the high you'd reached, clamping over his cock. The tight squeeze had him groaning, milking his seed to flush within your walls, a unison of pleasure. 

Toji didn't pull out for a few moments, instead basking within the fog of his mind, running hands over the bare body under him. You'd felt cool air when he'd eventually vacated you, opening your eyes when he'd placed hands beneath you, manoeuvring you to lay beneath the sheets, head hitting pillow. He'd joined you, mattress sinking as his weight had been added. You'd wanted to remind him it'd been morning, and protest a nap so early within the day, though as if he'd known the sentence your lips had been about to form, Toji raised a hand.  "Jus' get some more sleep." With his arm resting over you, head residing in the gap between your own and your shoulder, you did as he'd requested, closing eyes to rest beside him once more.  

[duskier]

I am a big family Soap truther but I feel like Gaz would have one too - SoapGaz fluff I just barfed out - 1.8k words!!!

One of the first things that bonds the two together- beyond being brothers in arms of the same rank, and living through actual hell on earth together saving each other's lives again and again- is that they are the only ones who will listen to each other yap about their families.

…

When Soap tries to boast about his twin nieces winning double horse riding awards to Ghost, Ghost politely stands still like he's listening. Soap knows Ghost well enough to see that he's mentally checked out, can see that his eyes are fixed somewhere far off. Soap knows how touchy of a subject family is for Ghost, so he learns quickly to give up any mention of it.

…

When Gaz tries to show Price a video of his oldest sister finding out she's gotten a full ride to her choice of grad school, his captain is a bit more blunt but still evasive. Just tells Gaz that he's busy, that he should show him later. But Soap hears delighted squeals and joyful yelling coming from Gaz's phone and suddenly he's beelining over.

"She graduated super high in her class, did a bunch of extra curricula, applied everywhere like mad but this- this one has been her dream since we were little."

Soap looms over Gaz's shoulder, a smile blooming on his face as Gaz restarts the video. It feels amazing to be listened to, but it makes Gaz's heart soar seeing Soap near in tears, misty eyed while he’s sharing in the joy. His eyes are... really pretty. Weird that Gaz was only noticing it then.

"She deserves it, I bet yer so proud... we ought to celebrate!"

And they do. Soap buys Gaz and himself a few rounds at their usual bar just off base that very night, and over the next few hours they detail everything about their families to each other. Soap pulled out his sketchbook and drew a little family tree then passed it over so Gaz could do the same thing, too. 

“Your sister sounds just like my uncle-”

“She looks just like my cousin’s ex girlfriend-”

“D’you think your mom would be able to stand my mom?”

“My sister is taller than your brother.”

“How many kids does that one have? …Five!?”

Pouring over instagram pages, pulling up texts, Gaz even messaged his mom to send him a specific photo of him and his siblings at his 6th birthday party. He can hardly get through telling Soap the story behind the photo without laughing so hard his ribs hurt, and Soap is suddenly feeling breathless when he realizes how lovely a sound it is to hear Gaz laugh. 

…

…Then when Gaz needs a date to his cousin’s wedding- he can’t just not go, he’s part of the groomsmen- he asks Soap to come. 

“Don’t make me go alone mate, besides there will be plenty of dancing and-and drinking and that pretty cousin of mine you liked! You already know all their names, so it makes sense I’d bring you over anyone else.” He’s serving the biggest, shiniest brown-eyed-puppy dog look of the century, and it works immediately. 

That’s how they end up on a flight together to a gorgeous beach resort. Soap doesn’t have a chance with that pretty cousin Gaz mentioned (unbeknownst to either of them it's because just about everyone in Gaz’s family is convinced the two Sergeants are dating.)

Gaz’s four sisters nearly knocking him on his ass as they all tackle him when he’s spotted in the hotel lobby, fighting to be the one to hug Gaz first. It is clear how much they all love each other, warm embraces and laughter ringing out in the lobby without a care. 

Them all welcoming Soap immediately with open arms, now fighting to be the first one to share the most embarrassing story about Gaz. (“Did he tell you about the time when he--” “I HAVE A LICENSE TO KILL, ZIP IT!!”) He’s immediately treated like a bonus-sibling, the youngest one (only 7 years old) wrinkling her nose at Soap’s mohawk from her spot in Gaz’s arms. His other two sisters grilling Soap on their brother’s job, hoping Soap had embarrassing stories about Gaz to tell them in turn. 

(Later the sisters gather together in their own hotel room to debrief- it was painfully obvious the two guys were crushing on each other- they knew what Gaz looked like when he was like that. They made a deal with one another to be nice to Gaz about it. Despite how easy it’d be. They then praised themselves for being such kind sisters to their brother, and shared sparkling apple cider over a Barbie movie.)

Soap watching Gaz walk down the sandy beach aisle as a groomsman, looking handsome as ever in the tux and silk pink bowtie the bride had chosen for the party. Gaz with a bridesmaid on his arm, pretty in pink, but the second they part his eyes find Soap sitting in the crowd. In a pretty deep blue suit that compliments his eyes, top two buttons of his white shirt undone. Gold chain to his cross glittering in the sunlight. 

The two admiring each other, and Gaz watches his grandmother sit down next to Soap. The Scot says something charming, undoubtedly a direct flirt, knowing that was the way to her heart. Her wrinkled hand clutching at her pearls jokingly, admonishing him as they fall naturally into conversation. 

Gaz passively wonders why it suddenly meant so much to him for his family to like Soap, how it sent a bolt through his heart to see him get on so easy with his grandmother especially. (He was always a grandma’s boy, even if he’d never admit it. He was her favorite grandson, though she’d never admit that, either.)

During the reception, when Gaz and Soap are smiling big dopey smiles at each other in the multicolored lights, dancing with their arms slung around each other in messy, drunken circles, Gaz’s parents watch on with satisfied smiles. 

“Our son has never looked happier, love. Just look at him, he’s glowing!” Gaz’s mother offers her champagne glass as a toast.

His father’s face wrinkles handsomely when he smiles back at his gorgeous wife. He clinks his glass with hers.

“Looks like he’s found himself a nice young man, darling. You did a good job.” 

“We did, love. We did.”

(Gaz and Soap end up going back to their hotel room and making out a little bit, but they don’t discuss it for a long while. They write it off as them being drunk and stumbling back to their room together, that they got confused or wires got crossed somehow.) 

…

Soap and Gaz realize their mistake of introducing their mothers to one another much too late. They become fast friends, video calling each other once a week over drinks to gossip about their families, talk about books they are reading, and boast about new recipes cooked. As much as the two men complain about it, they know the friendship is much deeper- the two women comfort each other when their kids are on mission. Finally, they each had another mom who could understand what they were going through.

…

When Soap’s grandpa gets sick and it's all hands on deck, every sibling and cousin and family friend coming home, Soap doesn’t even have to ask Gaz. He’s already got his bag packed and both of their paperwork filed for the time off. A warm supporting hand giving his shoulder a squeeze, offering the first bit of relief Soap has felt in weeks. 

By this point, Gaz was already known by half of Soap’s family online. They were able to just arrive at the MacTavish family home, roll up their sleeves, and get to work. No one knew that Grandpa Mactavish had been on such a rapid decline, the family home and property in general disrepair. 

Soap’s eldest sister was a carpenter. His middle sister was a homemaker. His youngest sister was a moody teenager. Together the three women pulled the most weight, directing the family into teams. Within a day, the house had been cleaned, the overgrown grass mowed, the dry rot on the outside of the home repaired, each dead lightbulb on the property replaced. 

Soap and Gaz filled the family home with the scent of spices and herbs as they cooked tirelessly. Enough to feed every hand that leant help, and then some so Grandpa Mactavish had plenty leftover. While they chopped and simmered and seasoned, Gaz listened to Soap reminisce about his memories in this home. Every Christmas when the family of nearly 30 all packed in together, every birthday or life milestone that was celebrated there. The wall of carved height trackers- from his great-grandfather to his littlest cousin. When Soap eventually breaks down crying, Gaz doesn’t think twice to pull him into a hug. 

He doesn’t move when Soap’s mother comes in and hugs Soap from behind- Gaz and Soap’s mother worked as a team to hold Soap together. 

…

Years later, when Soap finally blurts out the big question, eyes wide with fear as if Gaz would ever dream of saying no to his proposal, Gaz tackles his boyfriend- now fiancé- with such vigor they both get bruises from the tumble. They are laughing, blushing, ragging on each other for being so sappy even as they have happy tears forming in their eyes. 

The Garrick-Mactavish wedding is no small event. It's damn near the wedding of the century. 

Laswell and the rest of their 141 family runs the event like it's a military op. The Vaqueros join in too, friends from KorTac throwing in their hand as well. (Nicolai's main job is just keeping Price's blood pressure down.)

The reception itself was gorgeous, Gaz dressed in a warm white suit, looking like a dream with gold accents. Soap opposite him in a formal wear kilt fashion, his usually messy mohawk tamed back. The 141 made up the wedding party, plus each groom's own assortment of childhood friends or siblings. (The joint bachelor party the month prior was legendary, but the aftermath gave Laswell a headache. Something about a building getting blown up and/or burnt down. If asked, she wouldn't talk about it but excuse herself to get another drink.) When they kiss, confirming their lifetime bond now confirmed and witnessed by all of their loved ones, Soap dips Gaz, making the beautiful man laugh and hold onto his shoulders as cheers erupt around them. 

The reception and party and after party in total lasted three days. The two families now and forever intertwined‐ once separately large on their own- made a tree so huge they couldn't fit it on one page of Soap’s sketchbook anymore. (They just make a huge painting of it in their home- the home that houses the entire extended Garrick-Mactavish family every holiday until the happy, long-lived end of their days.)

[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI

37- Now?

“Just like that, fuck,” You said, looking down between your bodies. Your bodies were slick with sweat, and you could see and hear just how wet you were with every thrust. Looking back up, you saw Clark’s orgasm slowly creeping up on him by how pink his cheeks were and the little furrow in his eyebrow. You caressed his hand that gripped your waist as you encouraged him to keep going. You were so close to cumming, you just needed him to last a bit longer. 

Moaning, you threw your head back, just on the cusp of euphoria until he suddenly stopped. When you looked back at him, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, he stopped you from asking what was wrong. 

“Hold on,” He seemed like he was thinking. No, he was listening. “I think someone needs help.”

“Now?” You asked, exasperated that it couldn’t really wait. Then, once the thought passed your mind, you felt guilty to be thinking so self-fishly. 

Before you could say anything, he pulled away from you. Within seconds he was in his suit, and looking at you with that same sad, puppy dog expression. You sat up, letting him give you a kiss before he leaped from the window. You lay there for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling as you replayed what just happened. One-half of you wanted to be angry, livid, that he would interrupt an intimate moment for someone he didn’t know. Yet, the other half was a bit more understanding as you knew what would happen when you decided to date Clark, and by extension Superman. He wanted to help the world, and sometimes that meant moments like these would need to be put on hold. 

When you started to move out of bed toward the bathroom Clark returned, a bit beaten by the wind but otherwise no different than when he left. He didn’t say anything as he walked toward you, becoming so close that you suddenly fell back onto the bed. You looked up at him, eyes roaming down the blue and red suit. 

Working to get the suit off, Clark said, “Sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to leave you like that. Hopefully, I didn’t upset you too much?”

“I’d like a warning if you’re gonna edge me like that next time,” You said, ending the sentence off with a squeak when Clark suddenly wrapped his arms around you and threw you further up on the bed. 

Giving you that award-winning smile, he said, “Okay, promise.”

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Dieter Comes Down with a Cold

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 933

Summary: Dieter comes down with a cold and leads to various Dieter style situations…

Warnings: mild swearing, chaotic man with a cold, Dieter being Dieter

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“I’m dying!”

“You just have a fever,” you managed to get him to stay still so you could take his temperature.

“No you’re not.

“It feels like I am!”

“How bad is it?”

You looked at the thermometer, “38 degrees.”

“That’s really low.”

“Sorry, I’m talking Celsius not…American.”

Dieter whined again, lying back on his pillow.

Dieter had been away on a week-long press tour. He had told you stories of how much he hated that part of being an actor as once he finished filming, his brain wiped clean so there was no point in asking him questions about the film he doesn’t remember now. Thankfully, his assistant would provide him with cue cards. People found it an amusing quirk that the actor would not remember anything about the film he was in. Recently, the only thing he could remember was you and the work you put into the film. This made him adorably endearing to interviewers.

But even though he spent most of the time sitting down, he ended up exhausted and he came home almost looking like a zombie. He claimed he was fine but as he hadn’t kissed you since walking through the door, you knew it was something serious. Later, you found him having a cold shower without having taken off any clothes. After taking him out of the shower and putting him in dry pyjamas, you put him in bed.

An on-set medic came by and diagnosed Dieter with a simple fever which required plenty of bed rest. Dieter was more than happy to spend all day in bed under two conditions: one, if you were in the bed with him and you were both naked. And when he wasn’t sick, make that three conditions. Alas, he had only himself and a bad cold in this bed. And you knew he hated it.

“My feet are cold!”

“You have socks on.”

He looked down and saw that he was indeed wearing socks, “Now they’re too warm.”

If it was anyone other than the man you loved, you would have stabbed them in the eye. But you loved those puppy dog eyes that were now staring at you. You pulled the duvet over his feet so he would hopefully forget that his feet existed.

“I’ll put some menthol rub on your chest.”

He indeed forgot about his feet and enjoyed what you were doing immensely as he smiled like a puppy getting a tummy rub. His happy humming suggested he was falling asleep, so you left him to it.

“Love you, honey cakes,” he muttered as you left the bedroom.

*****

You wished that he also had a sore throat with all the whining he was doing during the day. But as you stood there watching the chicken bubble away in its pot, you told yourself that Dieter was rarely sick so his award winning over dramatics was a rare occurrence. In fact, you were more likely to get ill, mainly of the female sort. And Dieter was always happy to look after you when your cramps were worse than normal. It was more than fair to look after him when he was sick, even if he was whining more than a man getting a finger cut off by a serial killer in a slasher film. You were going to fix your boyfriend with the power of love and chicken soup. And strong medication.

*****

Softly knocking the door, you brought in the tray.

“Dieter,” he sluggishly opened his eyes. “I made you soup.”

“You made me soup?”

“From scratch!”

He propped himself up on his pillows as you put the tray in front of him. He gently took a sip, then started tearing up.

“Is it too hot?” you asked.

He shook his head. “My abuela used to make me chicken soup when I was sick. It almost feels like she’s here with me. Except not a scary ghost.”

“A nice ghost?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “A bit like the spirits in Coco which now makes me sad. Also, I want to watch it now.”

“I’ll get my laptop.”

“Love you, honey cakes,” he said as you left the bedroom.

*****

After a day and a half of sitting in bed doing nothing, Dieter was getting more restless and testing your mettle a lot more.

“I’m sick and my head hurts,” he whined.

“Why not have a nap?”

“I’m not tired.” It was like dealing with a stubborn toddler.

“Why not watch something?”

“No, too bright.”

“How about reading a book?”

“Eyes too sore.”

“Well, why not listen to an audiobook?”

He contemplated that idea, “That should work.”

You handed him his phone but then you had to find his cord earbuds as your soft headphones didn’t agree with Dieter. Something to do with Bluetooth being an evil entity or something. You didn’t want to explain how unlikely it was for Bluetooth to kill you unless it was connected to a super robot named Megan, so you left him to it.

“Love you, honey cakes,” he said as you left the bedroom.

*****

You heard a whine from Dieter sometime later. Trying to supress a sigh of frustration, you walked into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong now?”

“I’m sick, my head hurts and now I’m horny!”

“What? How? What were you listening to?”

“This audiobook. The narrator has a really nice voice and…” he shrugged sheepishly.

You looked at his phone, “Uh, Dieter this is your book.”

“Huh?”

“You narrated this book,” you showed him the evidence which you weren’t surprised he missed.

“So I turned myself on?”

“You did.”

“That’s fucking wild.”

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[buggybambi]

All I can think about is like imagine Carmy meeting reader and everyone being like “he’s this award winning chef, he has all these accomplishments…” and she’s just like ok and? so what? And Carmy’s just like immediately puppy dog eyes enamored LOL

Because I lowkey think he’d want someone that doesn’t really care about the accomplishments/things he’s done in the past. Like she’d be supportive and proud of him, but like. He’d love the pressure of not having to live up to those preconceived expectations

-🐻

oh, absolutely allow me to just rant about this-

when you and carmy first met, people had bragged to you about his accomplishments. "he's an award winning chef!" "he's won a star before." "he's really skilled with cooking!" and your response is "thoes are great.. so what?"

i think that's one of the things carmy loves most about you. like, obviously you're supportive of him. you're by his side during all the fancy chef award shows and the success of the bear, but you also stay and support him during the harder nights filled with doubt and the nightmares he's prone to.

he loves that you're there for him because of him. you love carmen berzatto, not chef berzatto. it's like loving both spiderman and the man underneath the mask to him. obviously you'll be there to support both of them, but you're not there just because he's a chef or because he has all these accomplishments.

[bcofl0ve]

new austin butler fan? start here!

hey there girl/pal/buddy/friend! welcome to the crazy train the endearing mad house that is the austin butler fandom. i joined the party after seeing elvis 2022 with my dad on a whim opened my third eye and have adored austin ever since. if you have any questions please please send an anon or send me a message, but i hope this post is useful as well!

media

congrats, i have a hyperfixation on being an update blog which means i have a masterpost of where to stream everything he's ever been in since he's started acting!

my personal favorite thus far is shocking no one, elvis 2022, but i'm really excited for everything coming out in 2024!

interviews

if you want to get to know austin the person outside of being an actor, i highly recommend checking out his episode of the marc maron podcast. content warning for talk about losing a parent- austin's mom who passed when he was 23 from cancer, and some allusions to domestic violence re: a step father. but that to say it's imo the most personal interview austin has ever given (and it makes me cry when i listen to it). i linked to apple podcasts but it's also on spotify!

austin's first ever interview from when he was 16 years old (article)

long- and personal, interview/profile via esquire from 2024 (article)

ruthie’s table interview - 2021 podcast with his good friend, chef ruthie rogers. some very sweet childhood talk in here.

austin butler drives greg williams back home (austin going back to his home town and visting his childhood home and elementary school)

austin butler plays with puppies - what the title says

in conversation: baz luhrmann and austin butler (article) - a very funny joint interview where baz and austin talk about filming elvis

austin butler @ the oscar nominees luncheon - the interviewer is jason kennedy, a long time buddy of austin's who also knew his mom. this was my favorite interview of awards season.

austin giving his publcist kate an honorary oscar - also from the oscar nominees lucheon press junket, so sweet! we love his ginger publicist around here (:

austin and lisa marie presley joint interview - lisa adored austin, and he mentioned in a different interview during awards season that when he was at graceland she took him upstairs for *3 hours*. if you're unfamiliar with the presleys, that is point blank unheard of for someone that isn't a blood relative. lisa passed away in january 2023 just two days after watching austin win his golden globe, and is very very missed. (lisa and austin at the globes)

another little lisa and austin interview, my personal favorite because of the hug!

so who's the girl?

austin is currently dating kaia gerber and has been since december of 2021! i'm working on a masterpost timeline of their relationship which will likely take...a while. but in the meantime the basics are that they like to make out in public while also being quite the private couple.

here is a very cute little video of the two of them after the elvis premiere at cannes and my favorite deuxmoi sunday spotting of all time- someone saying they were making out *in face masks* in line at erewhon.

like i said, they are veryyy private but that means the little tidbits we get are a treat! austin 'gushed' about seeing her walk in a celine show here, and here's a little clip of his smiley little self in the front row.

the two share a dog milo, who is the shining baby boy light of ausitn's life and came up no short of two billion times when austin was doing press for his ysl campaign this past summer. we love milo!

(and i also love that austin wears his gf's clothes sometimes, king!)

misc fun stuff

austin is close friends with ashley tisdale, and has been since the two of them met filming the movie aliens in the attic in new zealand in 2008. he's 'uncle austin' to her little girl jupiter, and they're also distant cousins!

speaking of aliens in the attic, 300 years ago in 2008 austin ran a little blog for his fans throughout filming which is just the darn sweetest most endearing thing to me. you can read the entries that i pulled from the wayback machine here and here.

some other austin-isms that i love

his habit of wearing shirts inside out

how everyone that works with him gushes about how kind he is

this little video of him when he was four years old

his dear sweet publicist kate having to hand hold his golden retriever self on track

the 27 he has tattooed on his wrist bc it was his late mom’s god number

and so many other things that would take me too long to list

if you have any questions that this post doesn't answer pls slide me an anon or a direct message! happy to have you here! <3

[hushhushplzzz]

An Underrated Rina Moment II

(and an exploration on Terri’s shifting perspective on Gina and Ricky and Gina&Ricky and how that is largely due to the Ricky Effect)

(aaaand a slight defence of Terri Porter; don’t kill me lol)

Ricky’s super power is 100% the ability to charm the pants off the most prickly, scary, take no ish, rough around the edges, I-wear-the-pants divas and it’s hilarious. All three of the girlboss characters in the show, Gina, Lily, and Dani, became romantically interested in him, and it’s because he exudes trophy boyfriend, malewife, earnest puppy dog vibes and their instinct tells them he’s their compatible opposite.

Ricky has a habit of melting the hearts of the most prickly of women, and Terri Porter is no exception. She was definitely charmed by his care for her daughter, both when he sassed her and when he professed his love in front of the press conference.

But joking aside, Ricky managed to change Terri’s mind about him in only half a day, 1.5 conversations, and a declaration of love. And that’s because, much like he did for Gina, Ricky was the connecting point—a bridge, a catalyst—that allowed Terri Porter to finally reconcile the old Gina she knew with the current Gina who’d grown and become a stronger version of her former self.

And this is why this moment hits so juicy to me:

Will come back to this in a bit!

Incredibly long post ahoy :3

I’ve watched s4 about 8 times now, and I’ve come to the conclusion I actually kind of like Terri Porter as a character.

(Yes, controversial, I know. Please put down the pitchforks 😅).

Don’t get me wrong, she could definitely learn a thing or twenty from Michelle Greene (who wins Best Mom Award™, no contest), but Terri is a well-written archetype of the Overbearing Mother. And having grown up with a similar type of mom, it was pretty refreshing to see a storyline of someone navigating that type of relationship with their own mother and how it affected their upbringing. And above that, it was even more refreshing to see Terri’s mentality start to transform.

With Terri, undoubtedly, her motivations and her love for daughter inspire her actions, however questionable those actions may be. But she clearly wants nothing more than her daughter to be successful and become a star as she was always meant to be. As Michelle and Lynne stated during the HSM 3 performance, kids don’t know how much their parents worry about them. And Terri, no matter how misguided, I truly believe that is how she translates her uncontested love and worry for Gina, through pushing her to be the best and extremely successful. Terri just has a homogenous view of what constitutes success and primarily attributes success to the amount of tangible ambitions and subsequent accomplishments fulfilled.

Is this the best way to approach raising children? No; too much and this is how kids develop anxiety and imposter syndrome, among other issues.

Should Terri let Gina make decisions about what’s best for her in her own time? Absolutely.

But do I understand where Terri is coming from by pushing about New Zealand? Very much, yes.

Terri Porter has tunnel vision and singleminded focus on the future. A mentality of eyes on the prize and a focus on securing future goals. She views each action taken in life as yet another step up the stairwell leading one to their ultimate goal/success. It’s an admirable quality to have—the ability to plan so substantially every step you take to reach the top of your goals—but that tunnel vision often prevents one from living in the moment, or in Terri’s case, from seeing the importance of Gina’s journey to growth and balance and not just the final destination.

She raised Gina with this mentality and this is the root of where overly ambitious Gina 1.0 comes from: the desperate pursuit for lead through sabotage and manipulation, only for her to realise it wasn’t what she’d been looking for at the time. (Now confirmed to have been purpose and acceptance that she was actually seeking.)

But don’t get me wrong about Gina: she wanted a stable community and people who saw her and understood her, but she herself is also a naturally ambitious, driven girl who has the chops and desire to go after her dreams with no hesitation. She gets straight As, has no problem stepping into the spotlight, and is an insanely talented triple threat. Could you argue that this is potentially nurture over nature because Gina has been conditioned by her mom to be as ambitious as possible through her upbringing? Perhaps, but s2 and s3 we saw a Gina not under the influence of her mother’s overbearing nature, and we were explicitly shown how much her confidence was negatively affected by not pursuing the lead in s2 versus how well-balanced and satisfied she was in s3.

Gina is meant to be a star, and she loves the limelight and pampering of stardom. Her mother is also overbearing and pushes her to be in the limelight. They are not mutually exclusive, but undoubtedly, Gina’s motivations are still her own in a large capacity. Of all of Miss Jenn’s students, Gina is the one who acclimates to the changes with the film and navigates this new world with ease while also managing her growing fame and school with relative ease. We see Kourtney struggle with college apps and the filming, even almost dropping out of HSM 3; Carlos quits being Miss Jenn’s assistant; Ricky is trying hard to accommodate change, but it makes him uncomfortable.

(And Ashlyn is just a hot mess overall because of Maddox 😂).

Gina is on top of everything, though, and is in her element and doing amazing to boot, but the caveat to that is she’s found balance and has a loving and supportive community courtesy of her golden retriever boyfriend and the theatre crew family with which she’s strengthened bonds.

But Terri was not there for that journey in s2 and s3, a roughly 7 to 8 month interval of time during which Gina pushed aside her drive and was at her lowest in confidence only to figure it all out and bounce back stronger than ever. And she was not there for the fall and stronger rise again of Gina’s relationship with Ricky. So from Terri’s perspective, the last time she lived with her daughter, Gina was 1.0 and had no desires for anything but her ambitions to be the best.

I give Terri some grace, because though it really is up to her to try to learn and understand her daughter and who she is and who she is becoming—something Terri failed to do more than once—to be fair, Gina kept all these things from her. And I give Gina a lot of grace for not being able to express her truth in all this time because it can be very hard to stand up to overbearing moms who are inflexibly focused on one plan. But for someone who isn’t very observant about what is happening in the now, there was no way Terri would have ever known about all these changes and balance Gina found. And the biggest problem is that this season, Terri refused to open her eyes to see the growth Gina has exhibited to become 2.0 and therefore failed to understand her daughter.

Therefore, I can only imagine Terri’s sheer confusion and discomfort when Gina finally revealed the truth about the journey she’s been on and what has been the most influential in making her this happy every day. There’s no way it didn’t feel like it was coming out of left field for Terri—and she doesn’t get it at first—and for an overbearing, relatively inflexible mother, this type of confession would definitely inspire pushback.

Which we end up seeing.

The way I see it, Terri emphasises no boys in her lecture because she doesn’t want Gina’s success derailed by a relationship. She’s an adult who’s had two kids; I’m sure Terri knows what being in love is like, how unhinged it can make you, and the types of choices you make and types of distractions you have when you’re in love. And in one evening, her daughter, who had likely been telling her everything in the past and has always been under her thumb, tells her she’s been lying to her for months, is in a secret relationship with another boy, has been sneaking him into her room at night, and then rushes out of the house in the middle of dinner with a guest to make out with said boy in the rain.

But above that, the biggest thing is this secret boyfriend is the one person responsible for making Gina the happiest Terri has ever seen, something monumental, and Terri has never even conversed with him, let alone had a substantial, proper first introduction.

She knows nothing about him besides what Gina has likely told her—which is not a tangible thing Terri can confirm—but in her view he probably doesn’t seem driven, doesn’t seem particularly ambitious the way Gina is, hasn’t particularly made a mark on the world, and if we are to go by the implication of her “Gina has been waiting for you to step up for a long time” line, then she also has knowledge of how much pain Ricky inadvertently caused Gina in s2.

We all have seen Gina’s journey throughout the show and know this is the true Gina, but Terri was not there for those events. So from Terri’s perspective, everything she’s learned in one dinner has to have made her think these are all bad choices and decisions she incorrectly believes to be out of character for Gina. All she sees is a Gina who is hesitating and slow to sign a contract for a leading role in a big-budget movie in a way the daughter she remembers never would have. And I have no doubt that she believes that if Gina can make bad decisions like this about a boy without much thought, then she could just as easily make rash decisions that could negatively affect her future.

Like, for example: giving up a once-in-a-lifetime leading role as a brand new actress for a boy who can easily sway her to lie to her mother and sneak around behind her back.

I can only imagine the disapproving panic that started setting in because—beyond the potential implications of sneaking a boyfriend into your room at night—the optics do look pretty bad.

And that’s why I think she told Ricky about New Zealand. I really don’t think she has anything against him personally as she said. Her issues stem from his presence in her life and what that means for Gina’s future compared to Mack, which I’ll get back to a little later.

Again: Terri has tunnel vision and believes Gina has to pick either the movie or SLC. The only right choice in her mind is the movie, and she doesn’t want Ricky to be in the way of that decision because in her eyes, he will impede Gina’s success. But I still didn’t sense strong malicious intent so much as I sensed an inflexible mother trying her hardest to grasp onto the last vestiges of control over her daughter’s life however means necessary. Gina gave her heart to Ricky, and her clear love for him is enough to make Gina hesitate about the direction her career is taking her. Terri overheard Ricky preparing to tell Gina he loves her, and in my opinion was close to “panicking” over the fact that Ricky confessing could very well have been the final nail in the coffin in Gina giving up the acting gig to stay in SLC instead. This is the same mom who encouraged Gina to stay in SLC in s2 and not make any big decisions because she doesn’t know what the universe has in store for her. In Terri’s view, Gina was never attached to SLC, and now she’s having trouble leaving it because of Ricky, so the Ricky panic and pushing Gina to sign the contract faster kind of checks out.

I do believe mentioning Mack was a bit of a malicious dig though, but in the sense that she was trying to tell Ricky that he’s not on the same level as Mack and Gina in drive, ambition, and success. But I interpret her overall behaviour in that scene as a last ditch Hail Mary to try to make Ricky recognise what’s at stake for Gina and how influential his decisions could be in impacting how Gina makes her choice. Ricky, to her, is an obstacle and the biggest barrier at the moment to Gina jumping right into doing the movie so instead of approaching Gina, she opts to target Ricky to reconsider his attachment to Gina.

I truly believed her when she said she doesn’t have anything against Ricky, because it really isn’t about Ricky. It’s always about Gina—and who Terri thinks would best match Gina—and she just doesn’t get Ricky’s impact in Gina’s life because she probably never asked.

Terri, though overbearing, clearly does want what’s best for Gina’s success, but she doesn’t know what is best for Gina because she hasn’t been there enough to recognise Gina’s needs in the first place. And she tends to bulldoze over Gina, sometimes not even listening to what she has to say.

That’s why the confrontation with Ricky in Gina’s room is so, so important, because it’s the first pivotal moment where Terri is confronted for the first time on how important the theatre community is to Gina, no matter how small and non-famous. The moment she first realises why this idiot boy has such a strong impact on her daughter in the first place. The first moment she starts to see how Gina started to and had a safe, comfortable space to change. And the first moment she is met with the very real threat that Gina is no longer as tethered to Terri’s idea of success and stardom because Gina has people in her corner who she has placed at a higher ranking in importance than her mark-making goals.

Even when Ricky was being denigrated for not stepping up, his mind was still razor focused on Gina and being her biggest supporter and cheerleader. His response is very much a “you can say whatever you want about me, but I won’t tolerate you hurting Gina again” kind of thing. And however small, he did get through to Terri in some capacity. In some ways, I think he also gained a little bit of her respect with his Caucasity audacity.

This is the face she makes when he calls her out on her hypocrisy:

That’s a face of guilt with bits of shame. Maybe a bit of understanding that she deserves that one.

And these are the faces she makes when he asks her to turn around while he tries to get out:

Terri Porter is not a warm woman. She is driven, she is ambitious, and she pushes her daughter so hard because, to some extent, she likely views Gina’s success as her own too. And she wants nothing to get in that way, come hell or high water.

And yet, nothing about those expressions indicate a dislike of Ricky. If anything, I’d say she kind of looks fond, amused, or even impressed during a lot of that interaction. And there is no way Terri did not recognise at least a bit of the aspects of Ricky we viewers have watched him develop. His admirable complete devotion and protection of Gina. His drive to grow and improve so he can be a better partner to Gina. His desire to fully support her ambitions so she can become the star he knows she was always meant to be.

There’s no way that at that moment, Terri didn’t see an inkling of exactly why Gina has been so happy. There’s no way she didn’t recognise that Ricky is not just some random dude her daughter is dating for fun. This is not a similar relationship like the one she had with EJ over the summer. Ricky is the real deal. And he has potential to really damage the choices Gina can make about her life. She’s wrong, of course. Ricky is no longer the type to try to make everything else go away so he can have control and stability over his own life and relationship. But I think from that brief moment in Gina’s room, she at the very least now has the tangible evidence to back up what makes Ricky so important to Gina. And that informs her subsequent “panic” and the New Zealand reveal.

But again, she doesn’t know him. Just sees that her daughter is in love with a boy who doesn’t fit her own idea of strong future ambitions for success and thinks him unworthy and a possible deterrent to Gina becoming a star.

The thing is though, as I mentioned earlier, it’s not Ricky personally who she has a problem with: it’s what Ricky represents versus what Mack does.

Ricky is the theatre community—dinky, small school club, nondescript, can’t acquire fame through it—while Mack is the world of Hollywood—big-budget movie and fame, potential for successful stardom, glitz and glam and glory.

Until the end, she doesn’t care for the theatre community, because like most of her approach regarding success, a small school club is unlikely to match Gina’s drive and allow her to reach her fullest potential in a more public sphere.

(I’m gonna get over-analysy and philosophical for just a second).

The show, whether intentional or not, makes it a point to reflect this idea of the theatre community versus Mack/Hollywood as it pertains to Gina’s home and life. All moments with the theatre group and anyone having to do with it were relegated to scenes in Gina’s attic bedroom only. The cast reveal is in the attic, and they only got in because Emmy stole the garage code and they snuck in while no one was home. The Halloween party is not in the house proper, but confined to Gina’s attic, and Terri’s interaction with them is to remind them to keep it down. Ricky sneaks into the windows at night to see Gina and all his visits are also confined to the attic.

Compared to that, we have Mack, the representation of fame and stardom, gets full-blown concierge service of a dinner and is treated like royalty in the main part of the house. His presence is not only invited, it’s also encouraged and unhidden.

(Quick aside: after Ricky takes off during the Halloween party, we see Gina melancholic and at war with herself on the stairs, a middle ground/point between the main house and the attic. One foot in each world and a reflection of the start of the conflict she has to resolve in the second half of the season).

Following this metaphor, it reflects the view Terri has of Gina’s communities. How she disregards the theatre group and kind of ignores them, pushes them to the side in her mind. How much importance she places on Gina’s Hollywood gig, even going as far as not attending any stage performances but showing up to the movie set. I don’t think she even would have tried to watch most of the HSM 3 production had Ricky not called her out.

Terri prioritises success in a larger scheme of the world, choosing to ignore how much Gina’s community means to her and how much Gina means to the community too until the press conference. Until the moment when Gina talks about SLC being her support network and home. When Gina spontaneously changes the film location to stay in SLC so she can have both her found family and her future fame. When Ricky shows up and with no hesitation boldly declares his love for Gina. When her friends and castmates and found family (the bridesmaids and groomsmen 😜) come to the front to share in this moment and protect their moment and their moment alone from the prying eyes of the press.

It's not hard to see Gina’s sheer joy and bliss at all her dream's realised with Ricky and her community through her smile and tears, and the room is quite literally brightened up.

And Terri gets it: what Ricky was sassing her about, that Ricky wants nothing more than Gina’s happiness, and that Gina’s happiness is not just success in her ambitions but more so the people who have been there for her when Terri wasn’t there. She finally reconciles the words Gina likely told her at dinner and what Ricky alluded to with Terri’s absence from the opening nights with what she sees as tangible evidence right in front of her eyes.

So this is why this:

Is such an underrated moment for me, not just because her personal invitation is a seal of approval for their relationship and her acknowledgement that Ricky is worthy of her daughter. It’s also because Ricky is the reason why Gina found and joined this theatre community in the first place, and in many ways, represents exactly what this community means to Gina: finally being seen, known, understand, and accepted for who she is.

Terri telling Ricky he’s welcome in her home without having to sneak anymore represents to me that understanding and approval of this community to Gina, and in turn, a desire for Gina to continue to have this group present in her life. It’s Terri finally making an effort to listen to what Gina needs and wants and making the effort to accept Gina’s decisions and what makes Gina happiest with open arms.

Gina showed her that beautiful balance Gina 2.0 achieved without her mother’s influence by figuring out a way to have her cake with the movie and eating it too in SLC with her family. Something Terri would never have thought of as an option, given her tunnel vision. And this was definitely a strong factor in Terri recognising the influence and importance and benefit of Gina’s theatre community. And now that she is taking active steps to get to know Ricky and the community, I can only imagine her relationship with Gina, her relationship with Ricky, and her understanding of Gina’s relationship with Ricky will improve.

Within 12 hours, only two short prior conversations, one of which was Terri talking at Ricky, and Ricky publicly declaring his love for—and proposing to 🤭🤭🤭—her daughter, she’d changed her mind about him. Which is pretty insane to think about considering the type of mother Terri is: a bit controlling and not very flexible. And I attribute Terri’s change of heart mostly to Ricky, who put into action the words she’d heard from Gina and Ricky and showed her so easily that he has every quality she values and rewards:

Single minded focus and pursuit of a task when it counts.

Guts and gumption.

Ambition and drive to go after what he wants.

Never gives up.

Her machinations (twice!) did not deter him from expressing his utterly romantic, swoonworthy love song for Gina, and she definitely respects that. And it helped her see that Ricky’s drive is to make sure Gina is always happy and that Gina knows she’s loved and cared for.

Despite the fact that he is not a traditional “successful” by her definition, Terri still thinks and understands he’s worth the wait Gina went through since Thanksgiving s1 to finally be with the love of her life.

All this to say a woman like Terri Porter does not change her mind for any old reason—it has to be significant—and Ricky gaining her approval was such an excellent way to emphasise just how truly perfect Rina is for each other. How worthy Ricky is of Gina, not based on some arbitrary definition of success, but because of how significant he is in Gina’s journey of growth and happiness. I could go on and on about Rina being perfect soulmates, haha, but I digress. I foresee a great friendship between Ricky and Terri in the future because above all else, the both of them are driven by a staunch desire to see Gina successful and happy.

I originally was going to name this post “Ricky’s Effect on the Porter Women” because he truly does play a significant role in changing both of their perspectives. He was the first to allow Gina to find a home, a place where she can finally be known, something which kicked off her growth which ultimately gave her the strength and courage to make her choice at the end of the season. And he was the first to transform Terri’s mentality on success and the ultimate reason she finally saw the real Gina and the importance of this whole community that has impacted her life the most.

Ricky is an instrumental catalyst in both of their lives. He’s the reason why Gina stood up to her mother and stood her ground on her own desires and what is important to her. He’s the reason why Terri Porter will likely continue to learn who her daughter is from now on, step back, and trust Gina to make her own choices knowing she is safe with the friends she loves. He’s the reason Gina and Terri will be able to have a more equal, open and honest relationship where Gina’s desires are understood, listened to, and met because he won’t ever let anyone hurt Gina again. He’s the reason that Terri is starting to understand and reconcile who her daughter has been and who her daughter is now.

Terri is a complex character, but I feel it is doing her a disservice dismissing her choices as her being a terrible person. Her priorities are far more intense than current Gina necessarily needs, and she is a flawed human being who has definitely made mistakes in motherhood, but she’s also been an amazing mom in other ways:

She understood how much pain Gina would be in when they had to move on Thanksgiving and tried pre-emptively to keep it from happening. She gives her a bear every Valentine’s day. She let her 16 year old daughter stay in SLC by herself upon request because it was the first time in 5 schools in 7 years that Gina wanted to stay somewhere. She encouraged Gina to stay in SLC in s2 and keep making new experiences when Gina was about to give up. She moved her whole life back to SLC and decided to stick there for her daughter so Gina could have a stable home this school year. Even if too strong a push at times, she is an unwavering supporter of Gina’s talent and rise to fame and does not hide from her daughter how incredibly talented she views her. And though an incorrect assumption on Gina’s happiness, she immediately waived her no boys rule in case Gina wanted to pursue Mack. And once she accepted Ricky, she did the same again, allowing their relationship and telling him he’s welcome in their home and welcome in her and Gina’s life.

She’s a bit of a messy mom, kind of clueless, misguided in the direction she was taking parenting Gina, and has a lot to learn about a more hands-off and trusting parenting style, but she is very much there for her daughter.

And when Ricky and Gina get married in ten years, I can guarantee you Terri Porter will be right in the front, proud as hell that her daughter is marrying the perfect person for her, who cares for her beyond himself and makes her the happiest she’s ever been.