#because he hit it out of the fucking park with these

[cha-melodius]

Hug prompts ( are you stil doing these?)

The hug where you hug them so tight and lean into them a little too much that they end up stumbling backwards because of the added pressure, both of you bursting out into surprised laughter.

(This'll be the last firstprince one of these I'm doing! This one was also requested by @eusuntgratie and @rebeccas09. It got a little unhinged, but what are you gonna do? And thanks also to @ninzied for providing a bit of inspo. read all the hug ficlets)

28: The hug where you hug them so tight and lean into them a little too much that they end up stumbling backwards because of the added pressure, both of you bursting out into surprised laughter. 

He’s well into his run in the park when he rounds a bend in the path and sees him: the hot guy with the beagle, a.k.a. the love of Alex’s life even though he doesn’t know it yet.

Alex doesn’t actually know his name, which is ridiculous. They’ve been meeting up in the park for months now, finding time in their busy schedules to chat about books they’ve been reading or movies they’ve watched, about family and careers, about everything and nothing—which is precisely why Alex can’t exactly admit such a thing now. It was an accident, he’s sure, that David’s Dad, a.k.a. Blue Eyes, never introduced himself. He’d introduced his dog, but the two humans in this not-quite-a-relationship didn’t actually exchange names. Somehow, Blondie, a.k.a. Kissable Lips, knows Alex’s name, even though Alex is sure he never told him.

(Alex has considered ways he might find out—stealing the man’s wallet, tricking him into revealing it—but he’s never succeeded. He’d tried taking him for coffee, but Cheekbones, a.k.a. Too Tall, had simply stood there while Alex gave his name for the both drinks in the order. Which, come to think of it, is definitely how he knows Alex’s name, and also means he’s cleverer than Alex. Alex wishes he didn’t find that hot.)

Regardless of the fact that the situation is ridiculous and June and Nora tease him mercilessly about it, Alex’s real problem lately is that Return of the Jedi, a.k.a Austen Fan, had gone home to London for an unspecified length of time, and Alex hasn’t seen him in three weeks. A lifetime, really (shut up, JuneandNora). And during that time, Alex had decided that he was going to: 1) get the man’s number, 2) use said number to ask him on a date because he’s pretty sure that Blushes-A-Lot, a.k.a Definitely-Checks-Out-Alex’s-Ass, is interested in him too, and 3) find out his fucking name.

When Crinkly Eyes, a.k.a Toothy Grin, catches sight of Alex, he smiles so brightly that Alex’s heart feels like it’s about to explode out of his chest, and not just because he’s already run five miles this morning. This is how he knows it’s real, because he’s never felt like this before, like he’s lit up from the inside just because a guy who’s name he doesn’t even know looks at him like he’s made said guy’s entire day just by existing.

“Hello Alex,” he says on an exhale, like a sigh of relief, when Alex jogs up to him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Alex says, because he likes the pink it evokes in the other man’s cheeks, and also because he doesn’t know what else to call him.

“Christ, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” 

Alex probably looks disgusting and bedraggled, actually, but whatever. That’s certainly part of why he’s not expecting to be immediately pulled into a hug, but also, he didn’t realize they were on hugging terms, fuck. Not that he’s complaining. Not when strong arms curl around his waist and he gets a nose full of linen and fresh grass. Alex can’t help it—he lets himself lean into it a little too much, and that would have been fine, except for someone else got a little too excited by the proceedings.

That someone being David, of course. A pair of paws hit Alex’s butt, and the extra force makes him lose his already precarious balance from being up on his tiptoes so that he all but swoons into Prince Charming’s, a.k.a. Adonis’, arms. Fortunately, His Savior catches him, stumbling backward a step but keeping them upright, and they both burst out laughing.

“Davey, be polite,” Mr. Smells Incredible chides his dog.

“Aww, he just missed me,” Alex coos down at David, who has now gotten distracted by a squirrel. Reluctantly—well, it’s reluctant on Alex’s part, and he’s pretty sure he’s not alone—they separate, and when Alex meets his eyes again there’s something impossibly warm sparkling in them.

“He’s not the only one.”

Alex’s pulse is thrumming in his veins and he feels breathless, like he’s still running. He can’t get enough of it. “Yeah, well, we missed you around here, too.”

He raises his eyebrows and looks around. “We?”

“Ok, me,” Alex laughs. “I can’t speak for everyone else. Wanda did ask me where you were one day, though.”

Wanda feeds the birds on a bench near the waterfall. Somehow, Alex knows her name, but she’d just asked Alex where “his young man” was, so that was no help either.

His Young Man laughs, and Alex’s stomach swoops. “I realized after I left that I’d made a grave mistake,” he says, his expression going serious.

“Yeah?”

He pulls out a cell phone and holds it out. “I never got your number, love.”

(In the end, Alex finds out his name—Henry—in the most mundane way possible: from the buzzer on his apartment building.

He still prefers sweetheart, though.)

[lovelystarkersworld]

tw: child abuse cause i hate how they tried to make Howard a good dad and a sexually repressed Tony im projecting on both but shh

constantly thinking about highschool!starker inspired by Casual and slightly Good Luck Babe by Chappell Roan where Tony's one of the popular, rich kids there. who's dad is beloved by everyone for his work but is an abusive asshole and he does a great job of never letting anyone find out.

highschool!tony who's so severely repressed in his sexuality, everytime his mind trails to a boy he immediately sleeps with a girl to prove that he did in fact like them.

highschool!peter who's the new sophomore in the school. he's nervous and scared but he finds a friend, named Ned, rather quickly and when he spots the handsome senior in his AP engineering class, he's running to his new friend to ask about him.

highschool!peter who, by luck, gets seated right next to him in their last class of the day, AP Chemistry and he's even more nervous than he was when he first walked through the doors of the school.

highschool!tony who doesn't notice peter staring at him in their first shared class but the second he walks into the last one, he can't tear his eyes away from the pretty boy. who starts to flirt with Peter but plays it off as a joke even though his heart his pounding in his chest.

highschool!peter who is shocked that the boy is flirting with him and he's not very good at it but he tries his best because this boy is so damn cute

highschool!starker who never go to tony's place for projects even though it's much larger than peters but the younger never questioned it, he was more than happy to have him over--even if he was a little embarrassed of how much smaller his apartment must be.

highschool!peter who notices a bruise on tony's upper arm when the boy didn't notice his sleeve had rolled up his bicep and questions him about it and is met with a short 'hit myself.'

highschool!peter who quickly learns not to press more whenever he sees a random bruise because tony will eventually get defensive and stop talking to him, unless it's school related, for sometimes up to three days.

highschool!tony who will eventually start talking to him more because he can't help but want to hear that sweet laugh again but he never brings up the silent treatment.

highschool!tony who says they can go to his house for projects whenever his father is out of town for a couple of weeks and peters not going to give up the opportunity to go to the Stark house.

highschool!peter that meets tony's mom that day and she's the sweetest woman ever. he was so confused as to why tony hadn't brought him over before and like an idiot he's questioning where his dad was which is met with a short 'out of town' and nothing more

highschool!tony who, many months later, ends up kissing peter in the privacy of his bedroom. hands holding the boys cheeks so softly and eventually he's laying the boy down on his comfortable bed and his head is between the pale thighs, pleasuring the younger.

highschool!tony who tells peter that they can't date or anything like that. this is simply fucking and no one could ever know about it, he wasn't looking for a relationship and peter is dumbly agreeing because he just blew the best load of his life.

highschool!starker who fuck in the backseat of tony's car almost everyday because it's common for tony to give him a ride home, a quick pit stop in a empty parking lot couldn't hurt.

highschool!tony who laughs off any accusation that he and peter are anything other than friends because "he didn't like boys" but then would turn around and hold peter down to the bed and almost make love to him with how passionately he fucked him.

highschool!peter who's friends notice what's going on between the two and warn him that he's going to end up hurt because tony has this off and on again relationship with this girl in his grade, Pepper.

highschool!tony who doesn't exactly come out but it's no secret that he has something going with the younger class man but if anyone ever mentioned it, he'd scoff and roll his eyes.

highschool!peter who happily accepts when tony's mom is inviting him over to their summer house by the beach for spring break, "You seem like a great friend to Tony, I'm sure he'd appreciate you there."

highschool!starker who spend the week swimming in salty water and making love in tony's bed. his dad was no where to be seen and it was the best vacation that Tony ever had.

highschool!starker that are in tony's room weeks later and they're supposed to be working on their chem experiments but they got too distracted and they are caught by Howard, he'd come home early and was met with the view of his son on top of a boy and they were kissing too lovingly.

highschool!tony who gets it handed to him that day after peter is gone and when he comes to school tomorrow, he ignores Peter like the boy had asked about the suspicious amount of purple on his body. he couldn't even look him in the eye.

highschool!peter who goes out to tony car for a ride home like always but this time that's all it is. there's no make out, no soft touches, nothing other than thick tension and when they arrive at peters apartment, he's asking what's wrong and tony completely blows him off and when he pushes more tony is aggravated when he answers "none of your business. it's not like we're together or something."

highschool!peter whos heart shatters at the words and he gives a clumsy "o-oh okay." and leaves the car with a pit in his stomach and ignores May's concerned calls for his name as he raced upstairs to cry his poor little heart out

highschool!tony who feels bad for his words and tries his best to make it up to the boy because no matter what, he did care for the boy even if he tried to deny it

highschool!tony who does everything in his power to make peter forgive him, gifting him things that the boy could care less about and trying to make more jokes to see that pretty smile

highschool!peter who falls for the boys charming words because he just liked him so much and can't see that tony is too repressed to ever come out right now and all the dreams he had of the two of them going out on dates and holding hands were just that, dreams.

highschool!starker who kiss each other with much more than just 'friends with benefits', hiding in a school closet to get their feel of one another in privacy but if peter ever tried to hit on him in public, he was blown off.

highschool!tony who feels so guilty in his feelings for the boy after Howard found out he was still hanging out with the boy he caught him kissing so he wants to ditch peter for the sake of possibly getting the love of his dad but he can't seem to stay away from him for a couple of days.

highschool!tony who starts to hang around Pepper a lot more and when it's rumored that they're back together, peter feels a harsh slap of reality because of course tony would like a girl instead of him

highschool!peter who finds tony kissing pepper in the very same closet they spent breaks together, forgetting the world outside them, and just stares until he's noticed by tony

highschool!tony who tries to explain that he actually had feelings for peter. not for pepper. he was over her and all he wanted was to hold peter close to him

highschool!peter who shakes his head in denial and tells tony that they're done. he's not some boy he can come crawling back to after tearing his heart out of his chest not once but twice and leaves tony to deal with his own problems because he's done letting the boy drag him back and forth

[priceoftheduchess]

oh, father! where art thou?

part three.

highschool au, long lost lovers, enemies to lovers if you squint, grumpy and sunshine-esque dynamics, simon riley & fem!reader.

cw) angst, use of 2nd person, allusions/vague depictions to intimacy eventually, drinking eventually, breakdowns, motherhood, simon riley is father, un-canon lore, not proofread!

@girl-lostconnection @alkalineapparition and to anyone else enjoying this series, i love you.

previous part

Simon’s home — the home he used to share with his family — is now barebones. Tommy’s toys were sold off to the single mother across the street, and Simon scrubbed that bourbon stain from the couch as hard as he could managed. He wiped his mother’s lipstick off the wine glasses in the sink and shattered them in the backyard. Memories are heavier than grief, he thinks.

Simon is horrified with himself. Inviting you into his home? Where there has only ever been pain and suffering? Where he has only been hit and never kissed? Where he has yearned to die and kill before he has even lived and loved? What was he thinking? He’s sure you can feel it, even just parking in the drive. Your car shuts off and he watches you walk from your car. Why are you gorgeous?

You knock softly on the door — standing under the porch light, which he mistakes for a halo — holding a floral, porcelain Tupperware. It’s intricate and beautiful, just as you are. And Jesus Christ, Simon thinks you’re a vision. You’re wearing a soft pink blouse and some shorts that hit mid-thigh. Your hair is wavy and a bit untamed but his mouth has dried up regardless. He answers the door like a damn fool.

“House,” he says affirmatively.

“Yes.” You agree tentatively; you’re not sure why he’s referencing this. He gives you a terse nod and steps aside, beckoning you in. You walk in, and this house is quiet. Grief has settled in the bones of this home, here. There is a silent wail with every step you take and there are too many drafty corners for any of it to be normal. There are ghosts here. It is the heaviest thing you’ve ever felt, and you wonder how Simon lives here. Why he lives here alone.

But Simon is here, so somehow it is all okay. He generously takes the porcelain, filled with some sticky toffee pudding that your grandmother made “for your new sweet boyfriend.”

So close, Grandma. Maybe not too wrong.

He carefully unlatched the plastic top from the frilly dish and sets it aside. “T’smells good. But you ‘idn’t ‘ave to bring any’ing.” He’s almost scolding you. Does your kindness ever fucking end?

“My gram made it. Somebody else had to experience her sticky pudding,” you smile softly, and he feels his heart melting down the insides of his lungs.

“Too kind, luv,” he says softly and leads you into the dining room. The table is set. Simple green plates along with some old cutlery. A singular, nearly empty, candle burning in the centre of the table. And the food.

Two plates. Both loaded with a nice, fat cut of steak and some assorted sides.

“Don’t know wot you ‘ike, luv. Just put out some mashed and some greens alongside. Sound good?” You nod and he is relieved beyond belief. His shoulders lighten and he sits at the table. It’s a lonely table. Two chairs. Not sign of a family anywhere. No sign that anyone else has ever lived here. Matter-of-fact, if Simon wasn’t sitting in front of you, you’d be easily convinced no one ever inhabited this home at all. Is home even the right word?

You sit across from him, and you both begin to eat in a comfortable silence. The soft clinking of silverware to plate is enough for you both, it seems.

After dinner, you’re helping him rinse the dishes because why wouldn’t you? He sets a dish in your side of the sink, and your hand brushes his. It’s so electric you’re shocked you didn’t die, with your hands in the water and all. He seems to notice it the same time you do, because he glances at you before his wet hands are out of the water and on your arms, his touch like a brand.

And with his hands on your arms, teeth are clashing against teeth and his nose is bumping yours. Lips are mauled at, and his hands have traveled down to your waist, leaving wet handprints on your blouse. He breaks from the kiss, eyes blown and face flushed. He has never looked so sweet.

Now, instead of harsh edges and crooked lines, he is just like everyone else. Just affected by intimacy as you are. He searches your face frantically, his eyes darting around. He wants to say sorry. To tell you that you can go and take your grandma’s pudding back with you.

But he doesn’t get the chance, before your lips are back on his. Desperate, needy and starved. Your hands leave imprints in the collar of the shirt he was wearing, and his hands are scorching when he gently feels up your spine, taking the utmost care in such.

Two Months Later.

Simon has long grown sick of the new school year. Year 12 is perhaps the most dull year he’s ever had. Academically, at least. You’re there. And you’re his girlfriend. His girlfriend. His girlfriend!

Simon thinks everyday he’s died and gone to Heaven, by some miracle. You still haven’t questioned the emptiness of his home, or the holes in the walls where you’re sure old photos were hung — and for that he is grateful.

You meet him in the parking lot, keys in hand and goofy grin as you see your boyfriend leaning against your car. He’s gained more weight, thank God. Some muscle, probably just from physical labor at work, thank God. He’s as tall as he always was and he’s so extremely yours.

“Hi,” you smile up at him.

“Mm,” he hums softly, nodding at you. You’re the single most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And you’re his! Why can he not get over that fact?

“Mm?” You repeat back, laughing softly.

“Mm.”

“Mm.”

You pull into his drive, parking in front of the house you’ve grown to love. You’re here most days, as your parents are really only in your life through your bank statements. And even then, barely that.

There are pieces of you everywhere. Sticky lipgloss on the rims of all his glasses that he refuses to wash. Plushies of that fucking white cat in his bed, and pops of pink in his underwear drawer. It’s all things to show him you’re tangible. And you don’t plan on leaving. You don’t plan on dying. And for that, he is grateful.

“Goin’a take a shower, luv.” He nods once you both make it inside his room, and you nod, slipping into the bed you’ve made an imprint of yourself in. The bed that smells like you.

Needing to finish some work from class, you begrudgingly peel yourself from his bed, and search his desk for a pencil. He’s still got your pencil from Year 11, you know it. While doing so, you stumble onto some forms.

Her Majesty’s Armed Forces Soldier Application? Oh, hell no. You feel like crying. Screaming. Vomiting. Leaving. Burning these papers in an obscenely large dumpster fire. No. You know what this means. What happens from here.

When Simon comes back from the shower, you’re huddled in the corner, a familiar piece of paper in your hand. Why are you crying? Oh, hell no.

“Luv?”

“No.” You respond immediately. And he knows he is fucked.

“Please ‘et me explain.”

“No! Simon, no!” You stand up and wave the paper in his face, appropriately pissed. “You are not leavin’ me! You’re not puttin’ your-fuckin’-self on the front lines! No! Are you stupid? Must be! Thinkin’ I’d ever let you go off ‘n’ risk your life!”

Simon is still. Inordinately still. Barely breathing. You take this as an invite to continue.

“And why not tell me ‘bout this?! We do not keep things from each oth’a! You’re mad, Simon! You’ve gone mad!” He nods, his only defense right now is agreement. You take a deep, calming breath and throw the paper on the desk. You’re working through a million thoughts in your mind, and he has not even said a word.

“How serious are you ‘bout this?”

“Wot?”

“Simon, how serious are you ‘bout this? I mean, did’ja get this flyer from a random booth in the shops or … are you actually leaving me?” You sound so dejected, and he feels horrible. He tugs you against him, hoping to soften the blow.

“This is the only chance ‘ve got’a any kind’a career, luv.” He tells you honestly, and you’re sobbing. Because of course you are. You’re so attached and God, so is he.

“Fuck.” You lean away from him just enough to look into his eyes as he stares down at you and you’re shattered. Broken.

“I’m sorry, luv.” And the rest of your night is blur. A teary, heartbreaking blur.

You seem to zone out for months, maybe. Detaching yourself from the inevitable, perhaps. You’re zoned out until Simon is packing a large duffel bag of everything he’s ever owned, and some things you begged that he take with him. And you’re zoned out as you drive him to the bus stop.

And you’re only truly listening when under the bus terminal and sitting next to Simon, fingers intertwined and tears streaming down your face. Relentless.

He’s stopped trying to comfort you. Not because he’s stopped caring but because he knows better now. You’ll cry well until after he’s left and maybe even until he returns. He’s given you everything. The keys to his ratty car, the keys to his home. Everything.

He’s wearing your scarf again, and he’s got you glued to his side. He’s rethinking all of it. Until he’s not allowed that luxury anymore. The bus is here.

And why is Simon already crossing that threshold? The point of no return? He gave you a kiss, you know. But nothing else is registering.

Simon watches as you collapse onto the pavement as the bus begins to pull away. Your knees scraping and painting the sidewalk red. But that is the lesser pain of the two.

Your heart is in two pieces, and Simon took one of those with him when he left.

[hihigherdi]

When I was at the Al Brooks talk, I kept thinking about how much I loved writing when I was younger, when I first got here to San Francisco. I have so many stories from the different retail places I’ve worked – Nordstrom, Microsoft, where I am now - where I climbed and then fell off the corporate ladders year after year while going to therapy to deal with all of the personal stuff that the jobs surfaced

I might drop a few entries here of that old writing stuff as I think about what could be new.

Love is the Elixir

He came well recommended though he lived in the country. My friends and I share a prejudice regarding rural America, we’re too cynical to appreciate its undiscovered charms. Sure, we like the ponies and the idea of antiquing but when you haul that stuff back to the house? All you really have is an old busted up bench that’s really uncomfortable. Where I’m from, everybody knows that the best part of small towns is the hope that you’ll come across a rogue A&W so you can drink the perfect root beer float. As with most small towns, the road turned into more roads and suddenly, I was there.

You’d think a therapist’s office in the country would at least have some kind of white picket fence. Maybe one of those Desidrata welcome mats or a winsome little sign on a wooden door that said “We’re just two chickens clucking around”.

I’m nervous even writing this.

But instead I was greeted by a pasture filled with Longhorn cattle, the kind that seems to only live in Texas or a Chuck Norris film. You know – America. But seriously, Longhorn cattle? In my therapeutic experience? That was unexpected. I parked my little city slicker car so terribly out of place, wandered up to the fence and eye-balled a big male. It was a “he” based on the size of its…hooves. It lumbered over and eye-balled me right back.

Hello cow.

I knew he probably deserved a more majestic greeting but my whispered hi there was further indictment of why I was there in the first place (I had no opening lines with males of any kind).

I tentatively opened up the little country door to the little country house. A deafening wave of classical music coming from upstairs hit me square in the face from a room somewhere upstairs. It was the music that someone who had to sit on the other side of other peoples’ crazy needs to absorb between appointments. I felt guilty that we put him through it.

I waited in the obligatory little room where people like me wait. Leather-bound books and a cozy chair that felt like it had been born there. And a poster that simply read “Love is the Elixir of the Universe.” While I sunk into the chair and silently panicked, a little Corgi waddled her way inside. I stroked her back, admired her little belly and told her so. Feeling my heart slow just a little. Would I still have need of a therapist had I invested in a dog two years ago? What about a cat? A bird would have sent me there years earlier, I knew that much.

The music stopped. A disembodied voice cut through the silence and called for me without using my name. One part Indian, one part British all the rest of it weary. I’d been rejected by enough men to know he didn’t want me there which was fine, fuck you Mr.Tired Voice, I didn’t exactly want to be there either.

He was an old man. Surprisingly little. Glasses. Bare feet. God. Bare feet, come on.

He sat in his chair. I sat in the couch. He didn’t look at me, didn’t say hello. Just started writing on a note pad. We sat there for a good minute or two in total silence. If someone could have harnessed my nervous energy a few more polar bears would be alive today. Did you read the Wall Street Journal article suggesting that nervous energy is extremely productive? It can create things like biodegradable fuel that people outside of Berkeley actually care about and save animals that are extinct. Maybe you’re reading this, you’re smart enough to make that happen and you just haven’t because you’re nervous but you’re lazy. Do you feel badly now that you know you could have done something for the bears? If not you should, you really should.

Why are you here.

I’m here to let go of a relationship I never really had that may have wrecked me.

So you’re crazy then.

(Go to hell you elitist, classical music-listening, cotton shirt-wearing, creepy barefoot longhorn cattle-owning clearly height compensating narcissist.)

Well it feels that way sometimes. But I don’t want to be.

What happens if you really are wrecked.

At least I’ll know. That has to be good. It’s the not knowing that’s hard.

But don’t you already know?

(Jesus asked, Do you really want to get well?)

I suppose I do. I guess I want to be something more than wrecked from someone who should have never wrecked me in the first place.

Will you tell the truth?

Yes. (too quick)

…I don’t think I know how.

So you’re a liar.

(He SEES. Get out. Make him like you. But he won’t. He sees you.)

I don’t have much to lose so I guess I will. It’s weird how long it took to get here, how tightly one can cling to something that doesn’t even exist, that’s all in my head but false hope seems to be postponed grief. So yes, I’ll be honest. Maybe it’s easy to be honest when one is at the bottom of things.

Is that it?

Is what it?

Silence.

What are you afraid of most?

That I’ll charm you and you won’t be able to see me and I will leave with the relief of knowing that I’ve fooled you like I’ve fooled everybody else. And the despair of knowing that I did.

You know all that is up to you.

That’s what scares me the most.

It should.

I may not be ready for this. I may not be capable.

No one ever is. Isn’t that beautiful.

[shitty-check-please-aus]

I’ve read through two different series so far this year and I have to say I’m upset and annoyed that now I have to wait for the next book to come out

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is fantasizing marrying someone... Because of their surname. Like yeah what do you mean your surname is Frost GIVE THAT TO ME /j

... of all the names. you pick the one of the guy we were constantly teased about "liking" as a child.

[megumi-fm]

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[helpimstuckinafandom]

JUSTICE FOR DAVINA CLAIRE I'M SO FUCKING SERIOUS FUCK OFF OH MY FUCKING GOD

[marklikely]

cishet men have convinced me that im wrong about movies but like do they understand that the reservoir dogs are. big idiot losers

[mvnces]

good morning little gays in my phone! I have to leave with work but I’ll leave this: who’s gonna take one for the team and wrestle silas into a pair of glasses so that goblin can finally see clearly?

[tittyinfinity]

If I had the money and resources I would keep every outdoor cat I see since their owners don't give a fuck about what happens to them

[girls4etho]

ohhh this next week is gonna be FUN (HEAVY SARCASM)

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Lol. Lmao even.

[confinesofmy]

shoutout to my rock-solid circadian rhythm for successfully tricking my body into thinking it wasn't a fucking crime to be running around on a few hours of scrolling-phone-in-bed time. they all said it couldn't be done but you did it.

[ghstzzn]

so needy — enhypen hyung line

pairing(s): enhypen hyung line x fem!reader (separate!)

genre(s): pure smut. with some plot from overexplaining.

tags/warnings: SMUT! MDNI! needy but not quite subby, rough & sloppy unprotexted sex, face fucking, jake munch agenda, masturbating (m. rec), male whimpering yupp, lots and lots of descriptions of boners, seriously they are all hard. no prep for reader, exhibition heh.. (parking lot & bathroom at a party), tried my hardest to go needy im a hard!dom writer im sorry, creampie, one pullout method, cum eating, cum... feeding?, biting, uhh lmk if i missed any srsly. wc: 3.2k. 400-700 for each

💭: WE LIKE OUR MEN IN HEAT GROWLS🦅🦅🦅 @jjunieworld and i. we went insane. i went insane. i seriously tried to make them needy and jakes is probably the closest ill ever get to writing a subby idol. its hard. sorry. ill try harder because i like this i think. <3 i need to get them pregnant asap.

heeseung had been in the recording studio since he had woken up, and yet he still had a long night ahead of him due to editing and touch ups. he was going insane.

you had sent him a selfie of you when you woke up, complaining about him being gone. it was innocent. but heeseung has been rock hard since.

his thoughts were full of you— every lyric had just reminded him of you and fuck he’s never needed you this badly before. the pillow that he’s kept on his lap all day felt like a fucking brick and he’s been subconsciously bucking his hips into it.

heeseung lets out a groan, throwing his head back as he cups his hardened cock through his flimsy sweats. he cannot take it anymore. pulling out his phone, he shoots you a text, complaining that he was hungry and didn’t feel good— a little lie because he knows if he told you he was painfully hard, you’d just tell him to wait. he can’t do that.

you’re so sweet to him, truly, you ask him if he’s okay and tell him you’ll be there in ten.

the door automatically locks when it's shut and you walk up to him, resting your hand on his forehead. he is feeling warm. heeseung leans into your touch and groans softly before grabbing your wrist, throwing the pillow and sitting you on his lap.

not even three minutes later, he’s thrusting up into you relentlessly. you’re desperately trying to grip onto anything, his shoulders, the chair and even the equipment table behind you. heeseungs grip on your hips is tight, bruising even. 

you’re both already cumming, the pace he set was too much for you and he’s simply been hard way too long to last more than seven minutes. though, as soon as he emptied himself inside you, he’s lifting you out of his lap, shoving aside an expensive keyboard and shoving your face down onto the table.

“fuck- fucking take it,” he spits as he continues pounding you from behind. “b-been so fucking hard all day, all because of you.”

his cock is hitting the most sensitive spots with his brutal speed, you almost feel as if you really did something wrong. you reach up to grip onto something, knocking into a few buttons in the process, turning on some music— which honestly helped cover the sounds of your moans but probably not necessary due to the soundproof room.

“hah- heeseung it’s t-too much!” you manage to squeak out, hiccuping and whimpering.

you’re spasming around his cock once more, he sloppily thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and emptying himself on your lower back. you weakly lift yourself to peek behind you, glancing back and forth between his still hard cock and his eyes that were full of nothing but lust. 

heeseung will be here all night— and so will you.

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jay thought it’d be a good idea, a great one! he brought you with him to tour some fancy guitar museum he was invited to. you both were so excited to attend, throwing on your best outfits— which included that one dress that jay absolutely went feral for.

he could barely focus on the guitar he was testing out when you were sitting so pretty and patient in front of him, smiling and cheering him on. he didn’t even realize he was fucking up the chords, face red when he realized it wasn’t just you and him in the room.

you sat in the acoustics room with him, dress riding up your legs, leather jacket hanging off your shoulder as you watched him pick at each string with so much adoration in your eyes.

jay was going to go fucking insane. he can feel himself hardening at the mere sight of you— truly he’s usually better at keeping himself kept in public.

when you asked so sweetly to try out at guitar yourself, he thought he would combust right there.

he helps you choose a guitar, slipping the strap around your neck and even setting up the amp for you. jay sits back and watches as you play around with different chords you’ve picked up from him, but his eyes refuse to leave your fingers.

the way they delicately pluck each string or how they grip the guitar pick, how your other hand grips the neck of the guitar to hold down strings. he almost groans when he watches you almost struggle to fit them around it.

if only that were his cock. 

jay has to keep yanking and pulling at his jeans. he almost grabs the guitar from you just to cover his inevitable boner. his jaw is clenched, he wants to leave so fucking bad. he’s seconds away from pulling you into the closest room and tarnishing his image just to fuck you.

finally, your time at the guitar center was over. jay’s practically dragging you to the car and you aren’t even sure why. maybe you did something to upset him?

as soon as you reach the car, he’s sandwiching you between him and the cold surface. your boyfriend doesnt waste a second before grabbing your hand and forcing you to grab his throbbing cock through his jeans.

“for the past four fucking hours,” he grits out, nuzzling his face against your cheek, “four fucking hours that i’ve been so fucking hard. because of you.”

your face is red and you’re whipping your head around the parking lots, it’s almost empty thankfully— and dark outside. “i-i did this?”

he groans in the crook of your neck, “please, baby, fucking need you now.”

those are the only words you need to get you to drop to your knees. your hands shake slightly as they fumble with his belt, pulling it apart and yanking his jeans down just enough to free his cock. 

it’s practically red and leaking, you almost pout when you think about your poor boyfriend being that hard for so long because of you.

jay seems to not like how long you're taking because he’s immediately taking your hair into his fist and smacking his tip against your lips. you eagerly invite his length into your mouth, using your hands to work whatever you can’t fit. 

he has to hold back from cumming right there. the way your lips wrap around him so well, your throat struggling to take him. this is exactly what got him hard in the first place. jay rocks his hips back and forth, pushing his cock further and further into your mouth.

“yeah- fuck. taking me so well, huh?” jay mutters, biting his lip to contain his grunts. “thought about this exact fucking thing in there. so pretty around my cock.”

his words make you hum in arousal, sending vibrations down his length. jay groans and throws his head back, pushing you further down his cock. the gag that rips from your throat is almost enough to make him empty himself all over your face.

jay continues to practically fuck your mouth. your hands drop to grip his thighs as you let him use your mouth however he pleases. both of his big hands in your hair, forming a messy ponytail tail as he continues to thrust into you roughly.

“fuckfuckfuck! almost there, baby.” he’s almost whimpering, it’s so good. after a few more thrusts, he’s pulling out and cumming, emptying himself onto your cheeks and lips. 

there’s so much cum you have to take him back into your mouth to save yourself from a messy shirt.

jay pants as you ride him through his intense orgasm. needless to say, he’s fucking you again in the car this time.

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jake was restless. he was quite literally rolling around on your bed as you ignored him for some stupid fucking book.

“jake, i seriously need to cram this by tonight. then we can hang out!” you promised him.

six fucking hours ago. he groans loudly, loud enough to make you scoff and shake your head.

“why don’t you go play on my pc?” you suggest sweetly, “you love the games i have on there!”

“i dont want to do that.” 

you sigh and shrug your shoulders in response, you already told him countless times that you were busy and he’s the one who chose to stay.

“baby, please just take a break.” he pleads. “there’s no way you’re finishing this by tonight.”

he rolls over on his stomach and grips onto your leg, sporting a dramatic expression. jake was right, there was no way you were finishing any of your work tonight, but that almost gives you more reasons to not take a break. 

“the sooner i finish, the sooner i'll be all yours baby.” you tell him, patting his fluffed up hair down, messy from rolling around.

he groans again, “noo, baby i want you- no i need you now!”

“why are you so antsy right now, jake?” 

jake drops his head into your lap, muffling his voice. “ ‘m so horny.”

“hm?” you hum, not quite hearing him. he only responds by softly kissing your inner thighs, unable to hold back any longer.

he pushes his jean clad cock against your soft mattress as he travels down your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses behind. 

“jake.”

“i said im horny. im so fucking horny and you smell so good.” he repeats, lifting his head to look you in your eyes.

your brain freezes at his words. “i… i’ll be done soon, i promise- just-“

he cuts off your words by pressing a desperate kiss over your clothes cunt, sending shivers down your spine. you can feel yourself getting wet by his needy and desperate actions.

“jake!” you whimper out when he licks a stripe over your pajama shorts. he doesn’t even care that you’re still fully clothed, a piece of flimsy fabric won't stop him.

your boyfriend continues to make out with your cunt through your shorts, shifting to bite and suck at your thighs. “pleaasee.” he lets out a muffled whine.

you’ve already dropped your books and papers beside you, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as your hands find their spot in his long hair. “fuck— jake slow down!”

jake shakes his head, his own hands moving to yank down your sleep shorts. he knew you weren’t wearing panties, and he’s pretty sure that’s what got him so horny in the first place. the amount of times he looked down at your thighs to catch small glimpses of your ass and cute cunt because they were barely covered.

it took so much restraint to not shove his aching cock between your thighs— make you forget all about your boring paperwork.

jake attaches his lips to your clit, sucking and practically making out with it. every now and then he shoves his tongue as deep as he can inside your oozing hole, gathering all your juices on his tongue and slurping.

you can’t tell who's moaning louder, you or him. he’s attacking your cunt with everything he has all while rutting his hips into your mattress, attempting to pleasure himself but he could honestly cum untouched as long as he had your sweet pussy in his mouth.

he’s groaning against your cunt and letting out incoherent curses, “f-fuck.. hmph so- so good.”

your eyes roll to the back of your neck and you can feel the heat pool in your lower stomach.

“jake- gonna cum, please dont fucking stop!” 

jake listens well, continues to suck and lap at your wetness as if its his last fucking meal. you don't even notice his hand leaving your thigh to jerk himself off but when you do— it pushes you immediately over the edge. 

you tremble as you cum all over his mouth, and he only eagerly slurps it up. he doesn’t pull away and until you yank him up by his hair, you stare at his soaked lips, your arousal dripping down his face. 

he lifts himself up to kiss you, feeding you your own cum, his hand comes up to grip your neck as you engage in a desperate kiss.

when he lets go of you to rid himself of his pants, your hand comes up to touch the wetness left on your cheek— it hits you that jake came all over his own hand while eating you out.

there was no way you were letting him out of your sight tonight.

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sunghoon was giddy when he found out he could bring a plus one to the prada after party. he literally couldn’t wipe the grin off his face when he told you that you could accompany him.

but now he almost regrets it. 

since you were his plus one, you had gotten a free outfit from the brand. and god was it the best thing he’s ever seen you wear. but also the worst.

this wasn’t his only issue. you were his plus one. so why the fuck were you pretty much attached to jungwon at the hip? why were you ignoring him when he’s the reason you were there?

it’s not like he was angry either, instead he just really really wanted you right there next to him. he was so fucking horny. 

even before you both left the house to head over. he had no idea what the outfit looked like until you put it on and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

sunghoons also not really the type to voice his every thought to you, otherwise you both would’ve skipped the party entirely just to fuck.

well, he wasn't angry. but he can’t help it when the horniness eventually turns into pure sexual frustration. he leans further into the couch as he watches you bounce back and forth from jungwon and heeseung. 

your lonely boyfriend couldn’t even tell if he was jealous, angry or hurt. above all, he just wanted you to sit on his cock for the rest of the night. he understood that you were having fun, some of your other friends in the industry were also invited to this party but he couldn’t help but to feel so left out.

he almost groans as he watches you make your way to yet another one of his members. what about him? he’s here too! his cock twitches beneath his dress pants and he sets his hand with his drink on top of it, hoping it’s not obvious that he’s suffering at this very moment.

“you okay, man?” a voice calls from behind the couch, sunghoon looks up to see jake hovering. “you haven’t moved from that spot in about 40 minutes.”

sunghoon nods and shrugs, “can you tell my girlfriend to meet me over here? i haven’t seen her all night.” he lies through his teeth, he’s literally been watching you all night.

jake tilts his head in confusion, “uh, yeah. i’ll go get her, be right back.”

he taps his finger on his cup as he watches jake whisper in your ear, pointing behind him in his direction. you glance behind jake and sunghoon quickly averts his gaze.

you nod and respond to jake before making your way over to your boyfriend. 

sunghoon quickly downs his drink as he sees you walk towards him, a soft smile on your lips. so now you’re finally paying attention to him?

“what’s wrong, hoonie? jake said you needed me.” 

he nods, setting his drink down and grabbing your wrist instead, “yeah. i do need you, right fucking now.”

you don’t get a chance to question his words before he’s yanking you towards the furthest bathroom in the building. you’re heels almost make it too hard to keep up with him and you’re calling out his name but he’s too occupied on finding any empty bathroom to fuck you in.

sunghoon finally finds one, tugging you into it and slamming the door behind you and clicking the lock.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask him again.

“why are you talking to every single one of my members but not me?” 

you blink at him, surely you’ve interacted with him throughout the night. a smile grows on your face when it clicks. “awwe, hoonie! are you jealous?”

sunghoon grips your chin with his hand, “i’m not jealous. you ignored me, there’s a difference.”

“i wasn’t! and i’m here now, right?” 

he rolls his eyes, smushing his body against yours and the door. “baby seriously. need you so bad right now, i had to watch you talk to everyone while i was sitting there so fucking hard.”

your eyes widen slightly, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“god this fucking dress— i’m going insane.” he ignores your question completely, pulling the bottom of your dress up your thighs.

“sunghoon! we can’t- not here!” 

“mm, i don’t care.” sunghoon mutters as he pulls your dress above your hips. “told you i needed you, huh?”

he grips your hips and moves you against the fancy bathroom vanity, turning you around and laying you flat against the counter.

sunghoon ruts his clothed hardon over your own panty clad cunt. “feel it? feel how hard you make me all because a stupid dress?”

“y-yeah, hoonie.”

he sucks in a breath of air and yanks down your flimsy thong before practically ripping the button off his overpriced pants to free his angry cock.

you glance at him in the mirror when he aligns his leaking tip with your wet entrance. no amount of slick and arousal could make taking his size any easier.

“wait- baby i can’t take you like that..!” you pleaded with him.

sunghoon doesn't listen, stuffing you with his length, ripping a gasp from you, forcing you to throw a hand over your mouth to contain any more noises from you.

he wastes no time before beginning to pound into you, your hips slamming against the edge of the vanity with each thrust. you feel every vein against your walls and soon the initial pain turns into pleasure.

your boyfriend’s sloppy and brutal pace tells you just how fucking needy he’s been for the past few hours. sunghoons letting out a string of curses as he continues to abuse your cunt to chase the orgasm he’s been craving for so long.

“god. fuck- so fucking tight.” he groans out. “n-need it so bad.”

you’re biting your own hand to contain the noises that are desperately escaping your mouth, his pace making it impossible for you to stay silent. sunghoons bending over as he continues to fuck into you, gripping your throat as he leaves harsh bites on your shoulder— marks that’d be impossible to cover due to the thin and flimsy straps on your dress.

“shit—“ his movements stutter before hitting his peak, his warm cum filling up your insides but he doesn’t dare stop.

he continues to desperately thrust into you, overstimulating himself because he’s still so stupidly hard. grunts and whimpers are leaving his mouth, muffled by your neck and hair— but his noises only bring you closer to your own peak.

“hoon..! c-cumming, please.” 

even after you cream around his cock, his movements don’t stop. his thrusts are sloppy and his cock is knocking against your cervix, fucking you hard and deep all because he needs to cum again.

sunghoon lets out a loud groan as he finds himself emptying himself once more inside of you. rocking his hips slowly to ride himself through his second intense orgasm, it was almost painful.

he slips out of you with a grunt, his cock still half hard but he decided right there that the both of you would be leaving the party early.