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xuxishortcake · 4 years ago

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John Mayer - Your body is a wonderland

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your boyfriend, Taeyong has been worn out due to working hard on his latest comeback & you just wanna appreciate him & tell him how much you love him <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : sub!idol Dom!reader smut , angst ? some pretty cute fluff : 3, cursing , cream pie, cunninilingus, handjob , blowjob , praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.7k

hey everyone! this is my first official ff, so pardon me if there's Grammer errors, spelling mistakes, etc. I got inspired to write this while listening to "your body is a wonderland." I just love the soft, morning sex feel of the song & wanted to turn it into a ff. I'm not sure if I'll be an active poster , but I did have fun while writing this & making up stories is a hobby of mine so we'll see. feedback is very appreciated, & enjoy!! :3

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it was a pleasant Sunday morning & you woke up a little earlier than usual to the sound of birds chirping. You rubbed your eyes to adjust to the light streaming through the semi transparent curtains. next to you, lay your peacefully asleep boyfriend, Taeyong. {damn,} you thought, {even while sleeping he's just breathtaking to look at. God really does have favorites huh.} it made you smile to see him look so tranquil.

the night before, he came in the apartment quite fatigued since he had been out all day, practicing for his group's newest comeback.

"hey bubu," you said as you stood up from the couch you were sat at. you walked over & you hugged him. "how was everything today? any new progress?"

"mmm, everything's going along well, just a little tired because the recording session was a bit hard. I'm just glad to be back home & hugging you." he said while putting his head in the crook of your neck.

"you seem tired, baby." you reply, moving your fingers through his hair "want me to make you some tea maybe?"

"yeah, that'd be great. I'm just gonna go lay down on the bed for a bit. " he smiled tiredly, putting his backpack & shoes next to the door.

you went into the kitchen to get a kettle onto the stove. once it started boiling, you poured it into two small mugs for the both of you, added the tea bags & stirred in some honey. you left for the bedroom & came in to see Tae curled up, fast asleep on the bed. you sighed, a bit sad & put down the cups onto the night stand next to the bed & sat down besides him. you glanced at the clock on top of the night stand, 9:55 PM. makes sense he was tired, he left pretty early in the morning. however, you wanted to talk to him at least for a little bit more since it felt like the two of you hadn't had a conversation or even really cuddled in so long for his job was keeping him very occupied. sure you both texted back & forth while you could, but it just didn't feel the same as actually being there together. it wasn't too long before his comeback would be present, but then again, he'd be busy with promotions. a bit crestfallen, you slipped out of your clothes, went to get washed & had gotten into bed.

back to the present, you were thinking of how nice it was just to be close to him & know you could finally have a day where you could both just enjoy each other's company. you knew you wanted to do some extra special caring for him. knowing how he's been so hard at work was a sign he's in need of some extra special lovin'. you felt like you hadn't been able to tell him how much you loved & appreciated him, & now, you felt like you could finally do it. you snuggled up closer to him, gently put your hand onto his face & started caressing him. Taeyong 's nose scrunched & his eyes fluttered open.

"good morning bubu. " you said, continually stroking his cheek with the tips of your fingers. "sleep well?"

taeyong smiled & stretched a bit. "yeah, I feel well rested. how about you?"

"same same. I'm just glad you don't have to go anywhere today. I've missed being able to be with you. "

"I'm sorry I fell asleep so quickly last night y/n. I just wanted to lie down since I felt so drowsy but I dozed off like an idiot & didn't get to talk to you while I had the chance. I feel so bad since I feel I've been terrible at spending time with you & actually being a boyfriend. " he looked down glumly.

"no, baby, it's fine. it's understandable since you've been going pretty hard lately, & we have all day today so : )" you assured him pressing a small kiss on his forehead.

you smiled & held his cheeks between your hands & kissed his lips ever so gently. he kissed back, & you started to kiss back a little bit harder. before you knew it, things were starting to get really heated. you had slid your tongue over his lips as an ask to come in, & he happily let you in. that cute little bubblegum tongue of his sure knew how to get you riled up, cause damn, was he a good kisser. tongues playing harmoniously while softly panting. you broke out of the deep kissing to kiss his cheek & then started to leave kisses all along his sharp jawline. you climbed on top of him & worked your way down his neck, leaving a plush trail of kisses with him sighing softly. your hands trailed down his stomach & onto his forming hard on. starting to slowly stroke his covered bulge, you now moved your lips to his nipple, giving a few light licks, giving you great joy to hear the sweet little whimpers that were coming out of his mouth. you started to work faster with your tongue & hand. you lightly dragged your tongue down his abdomen & hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers & pulled them off. his cock sprung up & slapped against his stomach. the tip was sore & red, glistening with precum, which made you lick your lips in anticipation. slowly, you started to stroke it,from the base & squeezing a bit once you came to the top. you began to pick up the pace, taking in your boyfriend's pretty flushed face, begging you to touch him more.

"fuck tae, your body is like a wonderland. you're so beautiful. "

he started blushing at the compliments, hand slightly against his mouth , & that just made you want to do more. you stopped stroking his length & he whined at the lack of friction, trying to buck his hips in the air. however, you had a firm grip on his left thigh & wouldn't let him. you moved further down his body, until your head was in between his thighs. you started leaving kisses & bites all along his inner thighs. reaching to his dick, you placed a quick kiss on the tip & started giving a few kitten licks.

"fuck y/n,you're such a tease. " taeyong panted out.

"I'm just trying to savor every moment of this baby ♡" you said smirking since you knew what you were doing to him.

finally, you took him whole & he groaned out loud. bobbing your head up & down, his tip sometimes reaching the back of your throat, making you moan & send out vibrations, which made him moan right back . chest heaving & eliciting pretty moans , his back was slightly arched & his hips were pushed up a bit, but you made sure he was held put. he practically melted by your hands, & it was amazing to feel you had this much power over him. you could tell he was reaching his limit, & you got off of him with a *pop*. you were about to position himself into your entrance when he grabbed your wrist.

"no....not yet. I want you to feel good too. please, sit on my face. "

"ok, I'll let you since you've been a pretty good boy." you say as you crawl up onto him. you lower yourself slowly above his face & he holds your thighs in place. he takes one long lick across your slit, savoring it as if it tastes like candy & starts eating you out like he'll never be able to do it again.

"you're so pretty, y/n" he says against you, nose deep into you.

"ah fuck, & you're so good at this tae." you say tugging onto his hair, trying tohold back moans.

the way he eats you out is unbearably good. his tongue, gliding along your vulva , up & down & making circle motions on your clit gets you feeling so high. you felt yourself coming to a reach, & taeyong could see it & started to go even faster. your thighs started to shake in the euphoric feeling & you held his hair as he continued lapping up your juices until you told him to stop. finally, you got down off of his face & positioned yourself. you lowered yourself down onto his firm cock. "ohhh" taeyong let out a deep groan, relieved he was finally getting attention on him again. you stretched your torso across to pin his hands above his head & slowly started to move, your hips going perpendicular. moving your head towards him, you went back in for more kissing. tongues entangling & beads of sweat falling down in between your foreheads. having a tight grip on both his hands, you started going at a quicker pace, drawing out more moans from tae.

"oh my god. I'm close, y/n." taeyong moaned out against your lips with his hands starting to tremble.

"ok baby. you can cum." you replied, increasing the movements of your hips & pushing your lips into a deeper kiss with his. you felt his thighs starting to quiver & his hips bucked up deeper into yours, warm cum spilling out from inside you. you both rode it out together until you started to pant. not moving anymore,you were still on him with a bit of cum dripping out of your pussy, creaminess covering his cock. you rose up & got some tissues to clean the both of you. after that, you laid down next to him. him turning to meet your face & his chest still rising.

"it doesn't matter how long we've been together, you still manage somehow to make my heart race with every breath you take." taeyong said, a bashful little smile creeping onto his face.

"well, you never fail to make me smile at your sappy commentary." you giggled, running your hands through his messy hair. "you're pretty cute too."

"I can't believe I get to date someone as angelic as you." he said, snuggling his head into your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

"ha, you make my heart flutter, really. I'm so lucky to have you. " you cuddled him back, hands on the back of his head, gently caressing him.

"love you, y/n"

"love you too, yongie" you replied smiling, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

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salmonmakiii · 4 years ago

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hii! i'd like to request a timestamp if it's okay with you? Could you people write about 3am boyfriend tsukishima, angst to fluff? thank you so much and have an amazing day!! 💕🤗

Heya! Sorry this took long, writer’s block sucks :( I hope this came out nice!

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About : Tsukishima x reader Note : Angst, Fluff. Forgive me if I have mistakes!

It was an accident. You and Tsukishima knew that.

But all the pent up stress and those lack of sleep he’s had, being rational was the last thing on his mind right now.

You met Tsukishima 2 years ago when you had just moved to your apartment. He was the next-door neighbor and you would greet him every morning. A few weeks passed and you guys suddenly became friends because you share the same interest; stargazing. The apartment rooftop was perfect for that. You accidentally met up at around 3 am, awkwardly talk with each other, and would go back about an hour later.

You were interested in him and was happy that you finally got the chance to talk. Although you admit, he was a bit cold and snarky with his comments but other than that he was fun to talk to. The next day you met up again, then the next day, then the next, and then the next. This became a regular thing for both of you. Of course, that was before the busy schedule you both had. Now, you’d probably meet up twice or three times a week.

And with that frequent emotional talks, you both grew closer, and eventually, Tsukishima confessed to you one night. So here you were, two years of being together. There were playful insults thrown at each other, but never actual fights. Your favorite was when he would diss you non-stop when you’re not taking care of yourself.

“Can you just eat? I don’t want to drag your ass to the hospital.”

You would often visit him every morning before his class starts and these were one of those mornings. You visit him in his apartment and there you saw his boyfriend, holding his head with his left hand as he held a paper in the other. A thick stack of papers was right in front of him. You’re guessing it was the assignment he’d been working hard on since last week – because he didn’t totally complain to you at all about it for the past week.

“Didn’t you say you have morning classes today?” Tsukishima asked, his eyes not leaving the paper.

“No. The professor called in sick today, so I’m free.” You teased as you sat in front of him. He scoffed and mumbled something about how lucky you are.

“Do you mind if I go get a drink?” You asked, already on your way to the dispenser.

“Sure,”

You gave him a mini thanks and searched for the glass in the cabinets. Once you got it, you filled it with water in the dispenser.

“When is that due?” You asked the glass was now filled. You walked over to him again as he hummed.

“Tomorrow.”

“Ah, okay.”

You sat in front of your boyfriend once again, watching how his eyebrows were furrowed and how he had eye bags under his eyes. You took a sip of your drink and frowned at your dead-looking boyfriend. You wanted to help him, you do, but you don’t know how. You looked at his knitted eyebrows and an idea popped up in your head.

“Kei,” You called. He only answered with a hum. Pouting, you called him once again,

“Kei, Look at me,” Finally lifting his head, you put on a silly face that he always despises, but secretly found funny.

“What are you doing?” he asked, shaking his head as he tried to stifle a laugh. Seeing that it wasn’t good enough, you leaned in closer.

“I don’t know. I just feel like there’s something wrong with my face, is there?” You asked, still making the face. Tsukishima finally laughed and you were happy to see your boyfriend smiling.

You cheered, but while doing so, your hand suddenly knocks the glass of water in front of you, spilling the liquid all over the table. The stacks of paper in the middle soaking up all the water. The room was now dead silent, both of you staring at the stacks of paper and spilled water with wide eyes.

Your look at Tsukishima and the paper, your eyes shaking at the horrifying expression the boy across you had.

“K-Kei-“

“What did you do?” He asked, his voice low.

“I- I accidentally-“

“Did you know how long it took me to print out all these?!” You flinched at his shout and your feet felt like it grew roots. You stared at him, trying to form words to apologize, to calm him down, to reason with him, anything. But all you could do was stare, mouth agape.

Tsukishima walked past you, going to the kitchen to get a towel. He walked right back towards the table and wiped the spilled water.

“Let me help-“

“No. Just-“ He sighed, scrunching the soaked paper in his hands.

“Just get out.” Tsukishima continued to wipe the table, his back now facing you.

His words felt like knives in your chest. There wasn’t a hint of his everyday cynical attitude in his tone at all and you were scared. Afraid of upsetting him more, you bowed a full 90 degrees, mumbling a shaky apologize as you took careful steps out of his apartment.

If anyone were there to see you walk by, they’ll think you just exited from a murder scene.

Back in your apartment, you sat on your couch, still trying to process all of it. You spilled water into his work he’s been doing for a week and he just kicked you out of his apartment without sparing you a glance. You were screwed.

You jump a little when you hear a door slam, you stared at your door.

Kei must be on his way to campus…

After an hour of staring at the ceiling, you mustered the courage to text an apology to him. Shaky hands and eyes a bit watery when you pressed send. Sighing loudly, you lay there on your couch, trying to calm yourself down and think of a way you could make it up to him.

“Can I send it to your email just in case? You know how my laptop is.”

You jolted from your position, eyes wide. The memory of Tsukishima’s voice replayed in your head as you frantically open your laptop. You opened your email and your heart races with excitement as you quickly downloaded the file as you ran to your bedroom to get your USB. Running back to the living room, you hastily plugged in the USB and surprisingly got it in the first time. Copying the file to the USB, you grabbed your jacket, tote bag, wallet, and ejected the USB as you dashed out of your apartment for a copy shop.

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You leaned on the railings on the rooftop as you sighed. The wind softly blowing against your features as you looked down at the almost empty streets below you. Most of the lights in the surrounding buildings were off and the sky wasn’t that dark anymore. The moon was slightly on the west side, still illuminating the night sky. The stars above you twinkling as you’re enveloped in silence. It’s the perfect night.

After you had printed out all the papers, you put it in two clear folders, re-check the order, and finally set it nicely inside Tsukishima’s mailbox. You text him to give him a heads up, but you’re still worried if he even read your texts. You took out your phone from your pocket, the screen telling displaying “03:00”. You opened your lock, the wallpaper – a picture of you and an annoyed, blushing, Tsukishima – made you miss him even more.

You open your message with Tsukishima, he still didn’t read your message.

What if he didn’t see my message? What if he already printed out a new batch of it? What if- huh?

You eyed your message.

Tsukishima had just read it.

Just as you were still confused about what to do with this information, you hear someone clears their throat behind you. You flinched and turned around. Your eyes meeting those familiar golden ones. Tsukishima was staring at you, his face stoic and cold as ever. He was wearing his grey hoodie with a roaring dinosaur in the middle, his hair was a little messy but it looked cute on him.

“K-Kei! I almost had a heart attack!” You held your phone to your chest in hopes to calm your beating heart.

“You’re being dramatic.” He said, walking up to the railing and leaned against it.

“So, I heard you spilled water on someone’s project-“

“Kei-“

“That they worked HARD for,”

You winced, hearing him emphasize. You stared at your boyfriend and he was staring right back at you with his smug face. You looked down and fiddled with your fingers.

Tsukishima felt like he was scolding a puppy. He felt the tiniest guilt, but he didn’t want to let you go that easily.

“I’m guessing that’s why you’re here right now, even though you have an 8 am class tomorrow.” He teasingly scoffed. Usually, his teasing would make you feel less tense but it didn’t seem to be working right now. He sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair.

“Thanks,” His voice was above a whisper.

“Huh?” You snapped your head up in shock. What was he thanking you for?

“I got the package you sent me,” He gave you a side glance.

“But you just read my message?”

“I saw you putting it in my mailbox.”

“Oh,”

There was silence once again. Tsukishima stepped closer and abruptly snaked his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You looked up at him and you can see the small blush on his cheeks, his eyes were looking at anything but you.

“Sorry about getting mad at you,” He said in a rather gibberish mumbling, but you were glad you could make up what he was saying.

“Why are you sorry? I’m the one who spilled that water.” You said, reaching up your hand to pinch his cheek.

“Besides, stop acting like that, it’s weird.” You pulled his cheeks, riling him up.

“Will you stop that?” He batted your hand away and you laughed at his bashful sight.

“Let’s just go back, it’s freezing up here and I don’t want to take care of you when you catch a cold.” He groaned, his hand still around you as he walked back towards the entrance.

“What makes you think I need you?” You pinched his sides.

“I don’t know. I’m afraid you might flood the whole apartment if I don’t,”

“I told you it was an accident you salty excuse of a human being!”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll squish you,”

“If you mean squish as in cuddling, then I won’t shut up!”

Tsukishima suddenly leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips. His actions catching you off guard. He plastered on a smirk, seeing that his plan had worked.

“If I talk some more, will you kiss me again to shut me up?” You asked,

“No. I’ll throw you off this rooftop.”

“You wouldn’t-“ Tsukishima gave you a daring glare, his grip on your arm tightens. You shut your mouth immediately and looked forward.

“Okay! Shutting my mouth now.”

You both ended up cuddling in his apartment that night.

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jeranasblog · 4 years ago

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Welcome to Discord

Rating: E

Pairing: Peter Parker/ Tony Stark

Summary: Peter spends a lot of time on a kink Discord server, talking about his sexuality and accepting his kinks. When he met CallMeDaddy70, he is drawn in and it immediately clicks between the two of them. How could he have known that everything leads to a huge surprise?

Warnings: No major warnings, but since it’s smut, check the tags on Ao3

Notes: The idea is from @itfeelssogoodmrstark (All the credits for this to her, pls). I hope you like it <3

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Peter was nervous. He sat on the couch, squirming every second, and his feet tapped rhythmically on the floor. His mind was filled with anxious thoughts, thoughts about what could go wrong, how he could fuck it up, and he was close to screaming and hiding under his bed after. His whole life depended on tomorrow.

Since he had been a little kid, Peter loved engineering. He built his first robot before he even went to school, studied day and night to get into MIT, and worked hard to graduate early. Everything to get his dream job, everything to work for Stark Industries. It wasn’t only the company, the attempts to make clean energy and save the world, no it was also Tony Stark himself, Peter was gone for. Stark wasn’t only an engineer, he was an inventor, and Peter would die to work for him, to help him save the world.

And tomorrow, he had to prove himself. Peter had applied for the job at SI months ago and after a few tests, he was invited to a job interview, not with just anyone, but with Tony Stark personally. His stomach turned when he thought about it. Tomorrow would show if his dream would come true.

Peter tried to calm down, he really did. He made himself a cup of tea, binge-watched Netflix, and called his best friend MJ to calm down, but nothing worked. In the end, he was as nervous as he had been before and there was no way he would find sleep tonight. No way but… Wait, there was one approach he hadn’t tried yet.

Suddenly giddy with excitement, Peter grabbed his laptop and opened Discord. The familiar screen was greeting him, his most visited server already opened. He pondered for a second before he decided to click on the “general” channel.

WatermelonSugar: Hey, guys. KinkyBastard1: Hey, Sugar. LetMeTieYourHands: Hey, Sugar. How are you?

Peter smiled a little. The people on the Discord channel were amazing and he felt welcome in the small community that had built up over the years. They had encouraged him to talk about his kinks, to accept himself and the things he liked, and even though not all of them shared the same interests, they were kind and understanding.

When he had first joined the kink Discord MJ had recommended, Peter had expected to get a dick pic in the first five minutes. He knew the internet, knew some people were only there to get a few nudes they could jerk off to, but Peter wanted something else. Sure, he wanted to talk to people about sex, might even want to video chat with a few hot and older men, but he also wanted to talk to them.

WatermelonSugar: I’m fine. Just a little stressed. LetMeTieYourHands: Oh, I’m sorry. What’s up? WatermelonSugar: Important job interview tomorrow. KinkyBastard1: Definitely crossing my fingers for you, Sugar. What have you applied for?

Peter smiled at the question. He hadn’t even told them his real name, but they still cared about him, his life, and his sexuality and the thought made him warm inside. From his real-life friends, only MJ knew what he liked. She knew Peter wanted to be with an older man, someone who calls himself Daddy, someone who could hold him down and praise him until Peter was a shivering mess. It took him quite the courage to tell her what he liked, but it had been so worth it because she recommended to try out the Discord. Holy, the decision had been a good one.

Peter had spent hours online, chatting with other Subs who liked exactly the same and Daddies who made him feel things he hadn’t felt before. He loved the freedom he had online, the anonymity. Still, no one had ever woken the wish inside of him to meet, they were amazing, but it hadn’t clicked until one day, Peter had met CallMeDaddy70 who ticked all his boxes.

CallMeDaddy70 was kind and sweet. He asked Peter about his day and his friends, talked to him about his interests, which they shared by the way because Daddy was an engineer as well, and he encouraged Peter to talk about his problems and fears. Peter had learned a lot, talking about his desires in bed and he was grateful Daddy was such a good mentor.

But when the mood struck, Daddy could be the complete opposite. Once in a while, their private chats had turned dirty and Peter couldn’t get his hands in his pants fast enough. The other man was shameless, obscenely describing what he wanted to do to Peter, and the thought of someone dominating him like this had made him come all over himself. And yesterday Daddy had offered Peter to set up a face call.

He was a little disappointed when Daddy wasn’t online yet because he had hoped to see the man for the first time. He craved the other man’s presence, although he hadn’t even seen him yet, although he hadn’t even talked to him yet.

WatermelonSugar: I’m applying for an engineering job. It’s actually a job I wanted since I was a little child. KinkyBastard1: That’s amazing. I wish you all the luck. WatermelonSugar: Ty

After that, Peter only skimmed through the other channels. He read a discussion of two members talking about their bondage fantasies and he admired the picture of LetMeTieYourHands who tried Shibari on his Sub for the first time, but nothing caught his eyes for a long time until a private message popped up.

CallMeDaddy70: Hey, Sugar. I’ve seen you’re online. How are you?

Suddenly, Peter was excited again, shifting on his couch to be closer to the screen.

WatermelonSugar: Great, now that you’re there. How are you? CallMeDaddy70: That’s cute, baby boy <3 I’m fine. A little stressed because my secretary made me sign contracts the entire day.

Right, Peter had forgotten it. Daddy owned a big company and the thought made him even more irresistible. It wasn’t even the money the man probably had, it was the power that drew Peter in.

WatermelonSugar: To be honest, I’ve been waiting for you.

Peter swallowed after he had confessed the truth and stared at the three dots on the screen that showed that Daddy was typing.

CallMeDaddy70: Is that so, baby boy? WatermelonSugar: YES. You promised me we could call soon, Daddy.

Usually, Peter wouldn’t be so straight forward, but he had been fidgety all day and he needed to find a way to get all the emotions out. Talking to Daddy would make him think about something else, and to be honest, he couldn’t wait to figure out how the other man looked anyway.

CallMeDaddy70: I did that, didn’t I? Alright, baby boy. Give me ten minutes. I set up my cam.

Holy shit. Even though Peter had suggested talking, he hadn’t been sure Daddy would agree. Suddenly, he was terribly nervous. What if Daddy wouldn’t like him? What if he made a fool out of himself?

Peter sprinted to his bedroom and opened his closet door. There was no way he would wear his old joggers when he saw Daddy for the first time, so Peter pulled out his velvet sleeping shorts and a cropped t-shirt. He wanted to look nice for Daddy, wanted the other man to like him.

Thankfully, Peter was back before Daddy called. He sat down in front of the screen, anxiously fumbling with the hem of his shirt and waiting for the green button to appear. He was startled when he heard the sound, nevertheless.

“Hey, Daddy,” Peter’s voice was trembling with excitement when he accepted the call. The screen of the other man was still black, and it took a second before he came into view. Holy, whatever Peter had expected, this wasn’t it.

Daddy was the most handsome man he had ever seen. He was older than Peter, but it wasn’t obvious how much older, since his face was still hidden in the shadows of the room. The suit jacket Daddy wore was opened, revealing a muscular chest no one was allowed to have, and Peter’s mouth watered in anticipation. He wanted to climb this man like a tree, rub himself all over him and bounce on his cock. But the worst were Daddy’s thighs, thick and muscular, straining the suit pants and seducing Peter into giving himself away.

Peter hadn’t thought it could get even worse until Daddy opened his mouth. “Hi, Sugar. I’m glad we could finally call. I’m sorry for keeping my face hidden, but I appreciate the privacy for now.”

God, the voice, a deep baritone that vibrated through Peter’s body, lightening him up and making him shake in arousal. He didn’t even care that Daddy was hiding his face, too delighted that they could finally talk after all. Apparently, Peter had been quiet too long because the man spoke up again.

“God, Sugar, look at you,” Peter immediately blushed. “I’ve imagined a lot of things, but I haven’t imagined you looking like this. So innocent, so beautiful. Are you even legal?”

Peter squirmed in delight and the words made his cock twitch in his shorts. He was riled up from the entire day and such a gorgeous man on top finally made him break. “Daddy, you’re so handsome yourself. And don’t worry, I’m twenty-three.” The words came out shy and Peter giggled afterward, hiding his smile behind one hand.

The reaction he got was a growl. “Fuck, sweetheart. I’ve planned to talk with you a little first, ask you about your day and the things you’ve planned, but forgive me, I can’t. Do you even know how you’re looking right now, baby? Tight little shorts that show off everything. God, look at your creamy thighs.”

It was the moment Peter whimpered for the first time and there was no way Daddy hadn’t heard it. He could see how the other man shifted in his chair, one hand moving and pressing down on his crotch. Although Daddy hadn’t taken his length out yet, the tenting pants were enough to show that the man was well endowed, and Peter whimpered for a second time.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry, I need you so much.” Peter’s body burned and he was squirming on the couch. He sat on his knees, thighs spread in front of the camera and he could no longer suppress the urge to pat his cock through his shorts. The fabric was thin, and even though he wore his favorite pair of white panties underneath, Peter could feel every touch.

“I’m a bad man,” Daddy sighed while he opened his zipper and pulled out his cock, the rest of his clothes still snugly in place. “I didn’t want to be one of those internet creeps, but here I am, cock in my hand not even ten minutes after I’ve seen you for the first time.”

Peter’s mouth watered and he increased the pressure on his groin, his hips slowly started to move. Daddy’s cock was everything he had ever dreamed of, long and thick, oh so much thicker than his own, slightly curved and an angry red. It invited Peter to open his lips and take him as deep as possible.

The arousal was heady, pushing his fear of embarrassment and rejection in the back of his mind while he watched the man stroking his own cock. “Please, Daddy. Can I touch myself?” He felt the sudden urge to ask for permission.

The noise he got in return was outright obscene. The man growled, his grip getting tighter and Peter could see that his knuckles turned white. He did this, Peter made this man lose control and he whined, still doing nothing but keeping up the pressure on his cock.

“Be a good boy for me, Sugar,” Daddy commanded, his breathing still even although his cock looked like it would explode any second. “Take off your shorts. Show me, baby. Show Daddy what he’s working with.”

Peter sobbed in relief when the pressure on his cock lessened and he couldn’t get out of his pants fast enough. He was a little sad Daddy couldn’t admire the white panties he had picked out, but the need to get off was too strong to ignore.

“That’s it, baby,” Daddy praised, and the word went directly to Peter’s cock and made him moan. “Look at this, Sugar. Your cock is perfect. So cute and wet for me. Spread your legs a little more for Daddy.”

There was no way Peter couldn’t obey, so he spread his legs as wide as possible. He leaned back; his body propped against the back of the sofa while he double-checked the view Daddy had. While the man was sitting in an armchair, only his cock on display, Peter was almost completely exposed. The thought of Daddy still being fully closed did things to him and his cock twitched against his stomach.

“One hand on your cock, baby,” the man instructed, and Peter eagerly followed his command. “Don’t grip it, baby. Just a slight caress on the side. Tease, Sugar.”

“No, Daddy, please,” Peter whimpered, but he obeyed nevertheless, keeping his touch painfully light. If his mind had been clear, he might have been embarrassed about the sounds he made, but there was nothing he could think about beside Daddy.

His pleads seemed to be the last straw because he could see that the man picked up the rhythm. Daddy’s fist was squeezed tightly around his own cock and he jerked himself off fiercely. “Sugar, do you have lube? Would you finger yourself for me? It’s okay to say no, but Daddy wants to see your tight little hole.”

Yes, yes, yes. Peter wanted it very much. As much as he liked playing with his cock, feeling something inside of him was just this tiny bit more. Suddenly, he was glad he had prepared himself and he fumbled for the lube he had hidden behind a couch cushion, his other hand not once leaving his cock. Peter opened the cap and dribbled a huge amount on his free hand.

“Can I, Daddy? Please, lemme?” It didn’t matter if he had to beg or plead, he would sob and scream just to get this delicious friction inside of him. Daddy was pressing all his buttons and he knew he had never been this aroused, this desperate, in his life. He was barely touching his cock, didn’t even have a finger inside, but Peter could already feel that he was getting close. Just from a few words and a whole lot of tension between him and the older man.

The man paused for a second and it was the first time Peter would die to see his face. He understood it, the man was probably important since he owned a company and he couldn’t show his face to just anyone on the internet, especially because they were doing a lot more than just talk, but he still wanted to see the other man’s expression. Would he look firmly at Peter? Would he smile or would he be serious? A sob left his lips, he couldn’t wait anymore, and the anticipation was killing him.

“You may, Sugar.” Finally. He couldn’t wait for even a second longer, pressing in his first finger in one go. Peter was used to this, he was fingering himself multiple times a week, so he thrust in once or twice before he added a second finger, moaning when he felt the delicious burn. His eyes had fallen shut, the sensation too much but not enough, and he could feel that his own legs started to tremble.

“God, Sugar, look at this. Do you see how your hole is swallowing your fingers? I’ve never seen anything so greedy before. Tell me, are you a slut, Sugar?”

The words were too much, Peter cried. Daddy figured out every single kink he had. The longing for praise, the desire to be humiliated, and the urge to give the control over to someone else. His walls started to clench, squeezing down on his fingers and although he hadn’t even touched his prostate, Peter was coming.

Peter arched his back, sobbing when the sensation washed over him. His cock was spurting weakly in his hand, but his hole clenched as if it wanted to milk his fingers. Peter could feel his conscious slipping, black spots danced in his vision while his entire body was shaking on the couch. He had never come this hard in his life before, not even during sex. Daddy’s presence alone made him go crazy and his words were just the cherry on top.

When Peter finally came to, his body still buzzing with endorphins, he took a look at the screen and saw that the man had climaxed as well. He was a little sad that he had missed watching Daddy during his orgasm, but if he would be lucky, this wasn’t their last time together.

“Sugar, you were amazing,” the man praised, and Peter blushed a little. His shamelessness was a little embarrassing now that he was spent, but the man seemed to like it, so Peter tried not to dwell on it.

“Thank you, Daddy. You were amazing as well. Do you think we can repeat this one day?”

The man chuckled deeply. “Sure, Sugar, but I don’t wanna hang up yet. Go and clean yourself. You’ve mentioned a job interview in the chat? Tell me about it.”

Peter smiled. This man was everything he had ever dreamed about and one day he wanted to meet him. Daddy wasn’t only looking for sex, although the fun they had together was amazing, Daddy was also interested in him and the thought made him feel warm inside. He had completely forgotten the interview, and even though Daddy had just reminded him, the nervousness had lessened. It was manageable now.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Peter whispered to himself and when he got up to clean himself, he could feel a single tear running down his cheek. Whoever Daddy was, Peter fell for him.

~*~

The next day Peter was sitting in the lobby of Stark Industries, the biggest tech company in the US. His hands trembled a little, but the panic wasn’t overwhelming. Daddy had cheered him up last night, assuring him he would do great and Peter believed him. He had all the qualifications necessary and now he only had to convince Tony Stark. Daddy had told him over and over again, that Peter couldn’t fuck it up if he wanted it so badly. He was burning for it and everyone would see it.

“Mr. Parker? Mr. Stark is waiting for you.” A beautiful blonde woman picked him up and led him towards an elevator. “Just get in. JARVIS will get you to Mr. Stark’s office.”

Peter smiled at her words. However the day will end, he had at least met JARVIS. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

When the elevator doors closed behind him, Peter felt the familiar nervousness coming back, but he concentrated on his breathing. He would do it. He wanted this, he just had to show Tony Stark that he was suitable for the job.”

A ping announced his arrival and he could see a familiar figure sitting behind a huge metal desk. Peter was giddy. He had admired Mr. Stark for years and this would be the time he could finally meet him. The man wasn’t looking at him, occupied with the phone in his hand.

“Mr. Parker, please take a seat.”

Oh, no. Peter froze. He knew the voice, there was no way he was wrong. “Mr. St-Stark,” Peter stuttered, and the two words were enough for the man to look up abruptly. The figure fit, but when Peter’s gaze wandered lower towards the thick thighs straining the suit pants, he knew he was right.

In the end, Mr. Stark confirmed his assumption. “Oh Sugar, I definitely didn’t expect this.”

Peter shuddered, still unsure what to do. Daddy was Tony Stark, the Tony Stark and if he played his cards right, Daddy was also his future boss. What a disaster.

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Shatter Me - Chapter Ten

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 5205

Summary: The Winchesters were your world. After joining their hunter ranks, you quickly became attached to the brothers. After a successful hunt, you insist on going out celebrating with the boys – only for a loose end to catch up with you. You’re trapped in a world without hunger, thirst and the Winchesters. With the brothers beside themselves, they make preparations to say goodbye until Dean starts to connect to you through his dreams. Little do they know that you’re much closer than they think…

Chapter warnings: 18+ angst, fluff, crack, smut, finger fucking, oral sex (female receiving) orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) swearing.

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Sam, Castiel and Rowena were all huddled in your softly lit room. Sam had recently gathered a pile of more lore books from the library while Rowena was still currently working through whatever research and curses she’d already found. Castiel was on hand to check on your vitals and to help look through the pile of books Sam had at his side. For the past hour, no one had uttered more than a passing comment here or there. Everyone else knew what everyone else was thinking, but they just didn’t want to be the ones to say it. This, in turn, was causing a heavy tension in the room.

With a heavy sigh, Rowena looked between the two boys before looking back down at her book, flicking through the pages. She wanted to desperately help you as he had always been very fond of you but even Rowena herself was starting to feel a little hopeless. It was dead end after dead end.

As she closed her latest book, she once more glanced over Castiel who had gotten up to come and check on you. Placing his hand on your forehead, she saw how he frowned, his head tilting to the side slightly.

Sam also noticed this, leaning forward on his seat to look at the angel concerned “Cas? What is it?” He asked, gently.

Castiel’s brow furrowed deeper “Something…something has changed”

Immediately Sam stood up from his chair and made his way to the bottom of the bed. Rowena doing the same at your bedside. She placed her hand over your chest and let her eyes glow lilac. After a long minute, Rowena smiled “She’s starting to fight again”

“Thank god” Sam exhaled, his hands going to his hips.

Rowena leant forward and brushed some hair from your forehead that had recently been disturbed “Whatever Dean is doing is certainly having the right effect on her” She mused and Sam pulled a face, something that didn’t go amiss by the witch.

“That’s…something that I’d rather not think about” Sam shook his head, shuddering his shoulders slightly as he thought of his brother and you…together.

Rowena laughed slightly at his reaction, one eyebrow arching, eager to know more “Oh do tell Samuel. Could it be that our green eyed hunter is in love with our damsel here?” She questioned, a sly smile on her lips. Holding her stare on Sam, she saw how the youngest Winchester squirmed under her gaze.

Clearing his throat, Sam looked back towards his books “Some-something like that”

She knew, of course Rowena knew. She was a witch and on top of that, she was very intuitive. It didn’t take a genius to see that Dean had feelings for you. Anyone who was around him and you for more than an hour could see that you held a very special place in his heart.

You felt like you were in a daze, like a deer in the headlights. The weight of Dean on top of you was delightful, the feel of his hands tracing patterns on your skin was blissful, and his lips grazing over your skin was euphoric. You never wanted this to end. You couldn’t help but bite back a moan, you wanted to take this slow but at the same time, you wanted to rip everything off of him and take him there and then.

Dean peppered kisses down your neck and along your collarbone as he ground his hips down into you. One of his large hands holding firmly at your waist, the other supporting himself so he didn’t entirely crush you. You felt how his fingers brushed the material of your top up your middle, exposing your bare skin to him. His lips left your shoulder replacing them with his forehead as he caught his breath, his green eyes briefly gazing down at you.

“Do you have any idea what this outfit does to me?” Dean husked, taking in the red spaghetti strap top that was bunched at your waist “When I first saw you exit that motel bathroom…sweetheart I couldn’t breathe” He half groaned before resuming his attack on your skin with his lips.

He trailed his kisses down across your chest to the valley of your breasts and you couldn’t help but arch your back. His plump lips mouthing your nipple through the thin layer of material “I’m glad-” You breath caught in your throat at the feeling “-glad you like it”

You ran your fingers through his hair as you felt his hot breath on your breast, his tongue working wonders through the material of your top and bra. He swapped one breast for the other and you couldn’t help but let a whimper pass your lips. You needed more of him, he was getting you all riled up and you wanted to return the favour. So you pulled him up to meet your lips once more, pushing him up off you so he rocked back onto his heels, your lips never leaving his.

As you were both sitting upright, you let your hands finger the hem of his shirt, your nails teasing at his skin. You felt how he reacted to your touch, his stomach tensing, his breath hitching in his throat. You bit his lip softly, running your hands up his torso slowly “Do you want to know a secret?” You whispered against his lips.

Dean nodded with half lidded eyes, his erection throbbing against his jeans “Always”

You smiled as you encouraged Dean to take off his shirt, your lips immediately caressing his bare chest “It wasn’t Dean Cain I was thinking about in the bath” You confessed against his skin.

“W-what?” Dean replied, relishing in the feeling of your lips on his body.

You felt a blush tinge your cheeks and arousal pool between your legs when you go back to the memory, remembering Dean’s expression when he caught you getting off to him in the bathtub. You pulled yourself away from him slightly, allowing your hands to slide around his neck “…you know…when you heard me…”

You looked into Dean’s eyes and you saw how it took him a while to realise what you were talking about “...oh…OH” He replied, a smirk on his lips. He kissed the edge of your jaw softly as his fingers teased the hem of your top, slowly pulling it up your body. You smile back and raise your arms, allowing him to pull the garment completely off you. You notice how Dean’s green eyes roamed your body, how he let out a deep growl when he saw your heaving breasts in your bra. He began to kiss your chest again, pushing you softly back down on the bed “So which Dean were you thinking of sweetheart?” He questioned as he looked up at you from under his lashes.

It was your turn to smirk as you rolled your eyes, your body reacting with goose bumps to Dean’s tender touch “You know damn well”

Dean just nodded slightly as he moved his way down your chest, through the valley of your breasts to your naval “Tell me what you were thinking about” He all but commanded, his voice low and gravelly. He popped the button on your jeans as his tongue ran along the edge of your panty line. He began to tease your jeans down your legs, waiting to hear what your fantasy was.

You ran a hand through your hair, fresh slick coating your panties at the thought of your fantasy “You…in that tight black top with the red shirt over it” You began as Dean discarded your jeans to the floor. You watched as he traced a finger up from the inside of your knee to the inside of your thigh, his thumb brushing against your folds. He peeled back the elastic of your panties with his fingers before immediately dipping his middle finger into your hole, a hiss escaping him as he did so. You were so wet for him. He began to curl it inside you, building a steady pace as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

“You…you using your fingers to f-fuck me” You panted, your eyes squeezing shut. One finger turned into two, two turned into three and his pace quickened, his palm now rubbing at your core. “Just like that” You moaned loudly, arching your back and grinding yourself down onto him.

Dean was loving seeing you come undone around him, seeing how you were fucking yourself on his fingers “What else sweetheart?” Dean rasped as he bent down to kiss your breasts once again, taking a nipple in his mouth, teasing the bud with his tongue. You moaned once more, writhing under his touch. Dean was relentless, his speed of fucking you with his fingers not showing any signs of slowing down. He moved lower down your body, his tongue tracing thin lines to your mound and you gasped once more. With his free hand, he hooked the elastic of your panties and began to pull them down your legs, freeing your pussy from its cotton confines.

“Y-you spr-read my, oh my god, my l-legs” You stuttered with delirium as Dean then indeed spread your legs in front of him, removing his fingers from you for a second before hooking your legs over his shoulders.

“Keep going baby…what next?” He asked, his hot breath fanning over your pussy. You could feel your slick coating your legs and you wanted desperately to squeeze them together for more friction but, there was a Winchester stopping you.

“Y-you used your tongue too-holy fuck!” Dan was lapping at your juices, his hot tongue fucking your hole before he licked upwards to your clit, sucking at the bud. Your hands once again found their way into his hair, pulling and gripping tightly as you focused on the feeling Dean was providing you. His tongue flicking and twisting over your clit, his fingers now back at your entrance and covered in your juices he fucked you with them once more.

It didn’t take long, you flexed your toes and clenched your pussy around his fingers as the coil in your belly tightened. Dean saw the sudden change and became relentless in his attack on you, he wanted you to scream his name. And that you did. The coil snapped within you and the flood of ecstasy that filled your veins was second to none, your legs were shaking, your lungs were burning.

You opened your orgasm doe eyes to see Dean moving his way up from between your legs, your juices coating his chin as he kissed his way to your lips. “So what happened next in this fantasy of yours?” He questioned, a smug smile on his face.

“I…I don’t know. Somebody interrupted me” You quipped back, kissing along his jawline as he encouraged you once more to sit up with him.

“How rude…looks like we’ll have to make it up as we go along then” He replied, his voice rugged and low as he reached around the back of you to unhook your bra.

As your breasts fell free, you roughly pushed him forward to help him out of his jeans, you were desperate to have him inside of you. He was driving you insane and your body was screaming out for him, your pussy clenching at nothing. As he rid himself of her pants, you mewled at the sight of him. His cock was long, thick and hard. Pre cum had beaded on the tip and you licked in your bottom lip at the sight. You always had imagined Dean to be on the big side, but seeing his dick in reality was nothing compared to what you had ever thought. You couldn’t wait for him to stretch and fill you.

You scooted back on the bed, laying yourself back down slowly and re spreading your legs for him. He fisted his erection, pumping himself in his hand at the sight of you. Locking his eyes on yours, he made his way between your legs and hovered his body over yours. He gently dipped his head to catch your lips in a searing kiss as his cock nudged at your entrance. You bit your lip as Dean moved to cover his cock in your slick before silently asking you for your permission. You didn’t need to say yes, your body’s reaction said it all. Your kisses told him everything they needed too and your hands that were clawing at his back reaffirmed his move.

Dean stretched you wonderfully as he thrust his cock slowly inside you. You let out a gasp at the delicious burn you were feeling as Dean rested his forehead in the crook of your neck. Once you had taken him to the hilt, you writhed beneath him, urging him to move. You needed him to move. You wanted to take everything he had to offer you. As you adjusted your hips, your grinded yourself on him before bringing your legs to wrap around his waist. He growled lowly into your ear as his one large hand travelled down the side of your body, over your hip and rested on your thigh. He was holding you close, ensuring your legs stayed around him as he slowly withdrew from your throbbing pussy.

He was teasing you. You looked up into his lust blown eyes to see them staring down on you. He was taking in everything about you, the way you looked in the low light, the way the shadows were casted over your body and the way you were currently looking bag at him. He noted the softness in your features but how your pupils will still wide with lust. He noted how plump your lips had become since he had been kissing them with fervour. He noted how he loved every single thing about you.

With that last thought, he moved. His hard cock pushing back inside you with a need that could only match your own. His hips rolled into yours, his cock hitting spots and making you feel things that you hadn’t felt in a very long time. He lowered himself back down onto you, his forehead resting on yours as he continued to pound incessantly into you. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your eyes scrunched closed as you focused on that coil in your belly becoming tight once more.

Dean’s grip on your thigh become tight, his fingers slightly indenting your skin as he held you in place. The way you felt every ridge of his cock, every twitch, making you moan in euphoria. Dean caught you lips in a passionate kiss as he swallowed your moan, his eyes also scrunching tight as he felt his release closing in on him, but he wanted this to last forever.

He slowed down on his assault, his lips peppering kisses down your neck to your pulse point, his hand letting go of your thigh to grasp at your heaving breasts. You moaned once more at the feeling of his touch, before whimpering as his lips left contact with your skin. Dean reared up, spreading your legs wide in front of him and holding them open before he began to pick up his pace once more. You saw how he was enjoying the view of you. The view of you moaning, the view of your breasts bouncing with each hard thrust, the view of you cumming on his cock as his hand starting to circling the little bundle of nerves between your folds.

“D-dean” You managed to stutter as you felt that coil in your stomach beginning to snap. You couldn’t focus on him snapping his hips into yours, you couldn’t focus on anything but this overbearing wave of pleasure that was running through you. You felt it in your toes. Your hands were grasping at the sheets around you as you started to ride your orgasm.

“That’s it baby” You heard Dean grunt, fucking you as hard as he could “Cum for me Y/N”

As if on command, the coil in your stomach snapped and you screamed his name, your hands desperately clinging onto the sheets you had pulled from the bed. You pussy was throbbing, clenching around Dean’s hard cock as he continued to fuck you into the mattress, a carnal need taking over him. He wasn’t far behind you, your own high encouraging him to chase his own. With your pussy pulsing around his cock, Dean cum inside you, coating your insides with everything he had.

With a few final thrusts, Dean was well and truly spent as he came to lay softly down upon you, withdrawing his half hard cock and kissing you tenderly before rolling off next to you. Catching his breath, he lay on his back, one arm out stretched underneath you, the other resting over his stomach as he tried to steady his breathing “That was-”

“Uh huh” You interrupted, just as breathless as Dean. You couldn’t stop the grin that was causing your cheeks to ache. You toes were still tingling, your legs were still like jelly. He was everything you thought he would be and more. You didn’t want the ache between your legs to ever fade, it was a delightful reminder of how good he felt inside of you.

To your side, Dean rolled his head to face you, his hair all ruffled from where your hands had been running through it. You saw him smile at you, a smile that made the corners of his eyes wrinkle and it made your stomach flip. He rolled himself back into you as you rolled onto your side to face him, meeting him in the middle. You felt his large palm gently squeeze your naked hip before he placed a loving kiss on your already swollen lips. It was tender, soft and sweet. It was a kiss that made your toes curl into the mattress, it made your hands rest against his bare chest just to see if his heart was beating as fast as yours. You felt Dean’s hand wander from your hip, his fingers ghosting over your skin on your side before you felt them dance across the top of your arm.

Suddenly Dean stops kissing you, his touch halted and you felt him pull back slightly. Before you could question his actions, Dean’s voice filled the silence “Y/N your wounds…” He whispered and it encouraged you to open your eyes, only to be met with Dean staring at your arm.

“Yeah?” You sighed, not bothering to look yourself. You didn’t want to go over how it you had another fresh set of cracks. You didn’t want them to ruin this moment.

“They look like they’re healing” Dean stated as if he was talking to himself “…are they healing?!” He asked more urgently, getting himself into a better position so he could study the wounds better.

You frowned slightly at the reaction Dean was giving you “I thought you knew this already?”

“Does this look like a face that knew you were healing?!” Dean shot back, the wide eyed look on his face not going anywhere as he looked straight at you.

“Ok…first of all, stop saying healing” You half chuckled as you gently pried your arm free of Dean’s grasp, pulling yourself up into a sitting position. You pulled a blanket upwards to cover your body as you continued, gesturing towards your injuries “Secondly, I don’t know if they are getting better. This happened before but then the cracks reopened and reverted back to how they were”

You saw how Dean frowned as he looked up towards you “Why didn’t you tell me?! This is something we can work with, maybe it’s a key to getting you home” He said in almost a desperate tone.

“Like I said, I thought you knew” You shrugged your shoulders as you played with bits of the blanket. The first time this happened was after we kissed, by the fireplace” You spoke quietly, as your mind went back to your fight out in the snow.

You didn’t seen Dean’s reaction as you were too intent on studying the bits of fluff that were beading the blanket that was covering your body. You didn’t see how his face went from an expression of confusion to a dawn of realisation at your words. Everything you had been saying about him kissing you just to heal you was suddenly making sense to him.

“That’s why you thought I was using you as an experiment” Dean pondered aloud after a moments silence. He slowly brought himself up to sit next to you, bringing the blanket across his lap “Has it just happened the once? Is it definitely due to me kissing you?”

You just nodded “I…I think when I’m with you, it does something to whatever this is” You replied, motioning to the curse that was embedded in your skin with a slight blush tinging your cheeks as you think of Dean naked beside you.

You felt his finger under your chin as he lowers his head to catch your eyes, a smirk resting on his lips, a tick in his chiselled jaw “Well then sweetheart…I think we need to be with each other a hell of a lot more” He rasped as he brought his body down onto you. You couldn’t help but squeal when he ripped the blanket off your body, ready to worship it once more.

Back in the bunker, Sam and Castiel had left your room to do some more research in the library. Knowing that you were now fighting the curse, gave the boys a bit of breathing space and they felt comfortable leaving your room knowing you weren’t going to be seeing a reaper anytime soon.

It also gave Rowena a bit of peace and quiet, something she was relishing in at the moment. The past few hours had been nothing but incoherent grumbles from Cas as he read and Sam clearing his throat. The red head began to walk around your room to relight the candles that had previously gone out, letting your room bask in the golden hue. Not only was it slightly more relaxing, but the candles also held healing properties which she thought could aid you.

As she lit the last candle on your right bedside, Rowena couldn’t help but notice something moving on your arm. As she took a proper glance, she saw how the dark cracks seemed to be retreating, your skin knitting back together and healing as it should. The healing process seemed to be going slow but it was definitely happening. Rowena stumbled around your bed to grab her phone, she needed to document this, and she needed to show Sam in case it reverted as quickly as it started.

In the library, Sam and Castiel had a fresh set of books laid out across the table, all at various pages. Notes on bits of paper were strewn about, Sam’s laptop was open with his research spread across a multitude of tabs as he himself was pacing the length of the tables.

“I feel like we’re missing something” Sam states as he stops to look at all of the evidence and theories they have gathered so far, his hands working through the bits of paper resting on the hard wood “It’s a curse, it shouldn’t be this hard to figure out”

Castiel sighed dejectedly, one hand rubbing at his temple whilst the other flicked through pages in his latest book “Maybe we need to break it down”

“Maybe you’re right” Sam replied, sighing as he rubbed at his forehead.

Not wasting a moment, Sam had rolled a whiteboard to the end of the row of tables, next to where Cas was sitting. Together they went over each piece of evidence or research that they had found. They wrote what curses and or spells they believed it could be, stuck up pages of research that they thought was credible and last put not least, they wrote down the words from the notes you had found in the cabin. Sam ensuring he underlined each one. You’re trapped. Underlined. You need to escape. Underlined. It’s a curse. Underlined twice. Love. Underlined three times with a question mark.

Sam and Castiel were talking amongst themselves, drawing on possible theories, using a marker to line up and connect what evidence they had to the others on the whiteboard. They didn’t even hear Rowena hustling into the library to them, a little out of breath.

“Sam” She panted, trying to calm her heaving chest as she thrust her phone wielding arm in front of her.

It took a moment for Sam to focus on what Rowena had shoved into his face but when he did, his entire face changed. His face relaxed into one of hope, taking Rowena’s phone and showing it to Castiel.

“She’s healing” Rowena continued “I don’t know if it’s permanent and I don’t know what caused it but those wounds are knitting back together”

Castiel stood up from his chair, handing the phone back to the red headed woman “This is…this is wonderful news” He remarked “Now we just need to figure out what it is and continue doing it”

A brief glance to the whiteboard allowed Sam to have an epiphany. Many light bulbs were going off inside his head, many ideas and resolutions flooding his mind “Love” Sam mumbles, his eyebrows meeting his hair line “Of course” He half laughed, taking the whiteboard marker and circling the word.

“Sam?” Castiel asked curiously, taking note of his actions.

Sam turned back to Rowena and Castiel, tucking his dark hair behind his ears “Remember Dean mentioned this note, the one about love?” He asked, the excitement in his voice evident.

“Yeah…so?” Rowena rolled her hand, imploring Sam to continue.

Sam just pursed his lips at her action “It’s a clue. It’s more than a clue, it’s probably our key of getting her home”

With that, the red headed witch edged closer to the whiteboard, eager to hear Sam’s idea “How do you figure?” She inquired, leaning one hand on the table to the side of her.

“Dean’s with her right now and you said yourself that she had started to fight again” Sam explained, taking the phone back off Castiel to look at the photo once more “And…and now the cracks are healing. Rowena, Dean loving her and her wounds healing cannot be a coincidence” He states, connecting the two pieces of evidence together.

“You’re right” Rowena confirmed softly, her eyes scanning the books on the table “Of course! How did I not see this before? I think I know exactly what we’re looking for” She hustled herself around the library, looking for the books she needed. Turning to face Sam she continued “I’d hate to break up the love party Samuel but we need Dean, and we need him pronto”

With a nod, Sam turned towards Castiel and motioned for him to follow as they made their way to Dean’s bedroom. He had already been with you for around an hour and a half and with this new breakthrough, Sam knew his brother would want to know as soon as possible so they could act on is straight away.

Entering Dean’s bedroom, Castiel immediately moved to Dean on the bed and placed his fingers on his forehead. It took a couple of seconds before Dean’s eyes were fluttering open. It took a moment for Dean to register where he was but once he did, he sat up and gestured towards his brother “Seriously Sam!?” He chided, running his hands through his hair “…again with the cockblo-”

“I…don’t want to know but we need you to know we’ve had a breakthrough” Sam interrupted but ended his sentence with a soft smile, holding Dean’s bedroom door open ready to go and join Rowena once more.

Dean grinned and went to stand “That’s great, because Y/N is-”

“Y/N is healing” Castiel interjected, his focus on Dean as the eldest Winchester turned to meet his gaze.

“That’s what I was just about to say” He replied softly, a frown etching his brow “She’s healing here to?”

“Yeah” Sam smiled, nodding “Rowena think she knows what it is… she’s in the library now” He added, motioning to the hallway.

Dean’s grin got wider as he made his way towards the witch. He felt like things were going good, he felt like he was finally going to get everything he had wanted. He had you now, he just needed you safe and home in the real world with him.

As he rushed into the library, Sam and Castiel were hot on his heels. They all saw how Rowena had several new books out on the tables in front of her. These books were at least 200 years old and they were ones they were yet to go through for research. However, upon hearing many footsteps entering the room, the red head turned to see the green eyed Winchester waltzing up to her side.

“Ah Dean, having fun?” Rowena quipped, a knowing smile on her lips.

Dean frowned slightly and looked between Rowena and his brother before replying “Yes. No. Shut up” Was his comeback, the tips of his ears going pink. He cleared his throat before continuing “What you got?”

Rowena gestured to the table, specifically to three open spell books before looking back at Dean with her hands clasped together “Well…this probably won’t come as a shock to you but you are tied to Y/N” She paused “You’re souls are bound together”

There was a short pause in the room as everyone let the news sink in, Dean just frowned and looked back at Rowena from the books she had been studying from “Excuse me?”

Rowena shook her head, her hands flailing in front of her “I don’t know why I didn’t see this before, it was so obvious!” She half laughed, sliding one of the books she had open on the table in front of Dean “Y/N is basically a wee sleeping beauty” Rowena stated, as she sat herself back down and began to turn the pages of a spell book.

“Yeah, somehow I don’t think true loves kiss is gonna wake her up” Dean replied flatly, unamused at Rowena’s explanation.

“No. You’re not wrong there Deano” She almost sang as she patted the open seat next to her, an invitation for him to sit down “But your love for her definitely has something to do with it”

Dean just shook his head, opting to lean on the back of the chair, his hands squeezing at the wood as a little bit of frustration flooded his veins “This isn’t a damn fairy tale Rowena” He quipped, his voice low as his head drooped slightly.

“Dean for once in your life listen to a witch” Rowena scolded and noticed how Dean’s eyes widened slightly. She looked around the room before looking back at the green eyed man, her tone once more turning soft as she continued with her explanation “You’re the key ingredient we need to bring Y/N home”

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im-tops-bottom · 6 years ago

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So....

Ever since Tony accidentally stumbled upon fanfiction while googling himself to catch up with the news, he's been seeing Bucky in a whole new light. He had always been a soft top and never thought about bottoming. Even when he was with men.

It started off as a fic where he topped both Steve and Bucky. He started gazing at both their asses. Mainly Bucky's. He found it weird that he never got turned on. He did however think about slapping it just for shits amd gigs.

Then Clint caught him while he was reading one about him topping the crap out of Bucky. He was the alpha to Bucky's omega. Clint laughed at the red faced Tony and told him to check out the 'bottom Tony' fics because alot of them a real good.

"how do you know about all this?"

"anything related to you taking it up the ass really gets me and Nat going. Oh all the things we did because of you"

"thanks? I guess"

"no problem. Have fun"

That is when things really started to kick in. It started off as the fic Clint suggested and Tony couldn't help but blush and/or stutter when he was in the same area as Bucky.

After the whole civil thing, Tony tried to use his anger on Steve and Hydra and Bucky to calm himself down but it never worked. Sure he forgave Bucky because it wasn't him but surely his anger towards Steve and hydra should have kept him sane.

Well as sane as one could get after he spent a whole night reading everything on ao3 where he was the sub to Bucky's Dom. And oh shit did he have trouble keeping calm around Bucky.

He told Clint after he spent 3 days pent up in his workshop, not because he had work to do, no he was already ahead of the game, but because he checked out the bottom Tony tag and the omega tony tag only looking at anything to with him and Bucky.

"I thought the angsty stuff would help but even then.....holy shit fans can get crazy and know too much"

"yeah well when your life has been plastered all over the news since before you were born, people tend to know stuff. It also helps when you say them on live national television"

"what do i do Clinty boo? I feel like I'm having panic attacks whenever he's around me but I can't leave the room. My body isn't allowing it"

"well you can start off by not calling me Clinty boo"

"cliiiiiiint"

"okay okay calm down. how are things between the two of you?"

"hopeless. I can't talk to him. I am still angry with what happened in Siberia. Well I forgave Bucky but the fight still haunts me. Watching that video still gets to me. I can't be around Steve without starting an argument. I think Bucky hates me because I attached his best friend which I'm pretty sure who he is dating because why not. The love between those two knows no bounds. Have you seen the old tapes? They clearly were in love. I also think Bucky thinks I hate him. Steve doesn't like leaving him alone with me. See! Romance of the ages"

"in that case use that to help keep you going. You are in the same room, remember what you just told me. Alone together, use that. If Steve is in the room, keep your attention on Steve and thr anger can keep you going"

"but Everytime im in the same room as the soldier, nothing but adult content plays in my mind"

"god i don't know if that is lust or you are"

"you finish that sentence and i swear to God"

"oh god your falling for your parents killer"

"hey it wasn't his fault. Hydra made him d- you were just saying that to rile me up weren't you?"

"and it worked. You are a hopeless cause"

At that moment Natasha walks in and sits behind Tony to cuddle him.

"who's a hopeless cause? Because I'm seeing two in this room"

Clint looks offended and Tony just laughs at Clint.

"Tony is thank you very much"

"and who are we blaming?"

Clint's eyes widen as he looks up and Nat follows them and raises a brow. Tony is completely oblivious as he has his head dowm and is currently playing with his fingers.

"Bucky"

Nat looks at Clint and Clint nods his head. Nat sighs as she hugs Tony tight.

"and what did our residental brainwashed assassin do?"

Tony with a redface explains what's been going on for pass year and never once looks up. Never once notices Clints sad face or Nat's smirk or the shocked faces of two people by the doorway.

"so you are pissed off with Steve still and madly in love with Bucky?"

"I'm not really pissed. It's just that he hurt me and I don't know how to come back from that. I was so gone with Steve and then the lies came and he chose his side. The anger helped me get over him but it changed me in more ways then one. I feel like I can forgive him but I don't ever want to go down that road with him ever again"

"have you ever told Steve this?"

"are you kidding Nat!?!"

"Clint shut up"

Tony jolts in surprise and looks up to spot the two super soldiers. Steve walks up to Tony and gets on his knees and grabs Tony's hands softly.

"Clint, Nat can you guys leave the room?"

"hell no!"

Nat drags an annoyed Clint with him. Clint screams out "I don't trust you guys even for a second. Friday make sure they don't hurt Tony"

"will do Mr Barton"

Once the spies leave, everything gets intense.

"Tony look at me"

Tony looks everywhere but at Steve.

"please?"

Steve pleads causing Tony to stare at him in surprise. Steve looks hurt, scared, worried, pained, guilty. Tony looks away again causing Steve to sigh.

"I know that I lost your trust amd I'm wary around y-"

"please don't"

"Tony"

Tony rips his hands out of Steve's and stands up shaking.

"not now. Just please. Not now"

Tony knows he's being a coward but he can't help it. Not when it comes to Steve and Bucky. He runs all the way up to the penthouse. Running up the stairs because there's less of a "oomph"

Tony feels pain and also his body being rolled over so he's on his back. He notices that panic had taken him up to his penthouse and he had just made outside his room before he could even tell Friday to lock the penthouse up. His body is shaking amd he's having trouble breathing.

"hey hey hey easy there fella"

He feels the body on top of him grab a hold of his shaking hands and hold them against a naked chest. A flesh is holding both his hands against it while the metal hand is rubbing his hip softly.

"Bucky?"

"it's me buddy. No talking. Just breathing. Follow me now. There we go"

Moments later after following along Tony begins to breathe normally again. He feels Bucky pick him up and carry hjm to the bed. He feels Buckys hand lay his head onto the chest and the sound of Bucky's heartbeat lulls him to sleep.

When Tony wakes up he stretches and it's not until he opens his eyes when his body decides to jolt and he let's out a Yelp causing the body under him to wake up. He becomes shocked as Bucky pulls tony against him as he holds out a gun scanning the area while growling. Tony places a hand on the stretched out arm.

"easy there four seasons. No one is here. I was surprised, that's all. Hey hey hey James look at me"

Bucky turns his head and looks Tony dead in the eye. Tony smiles as he manages to lean back.

"look at me! I'm alive. I'm in good health shut up Friday"

"yes boss"

"now put the gun down. I'll even let you check me over"

After a couple of seconds contemplating, Bucky puts the gun down and checks over Tony and calms down knowing that he is indeed okay.

"now Buckaroo, mind telling me what that was about?"

"I thought I heard you screaming"

"yeah I was surprised to find you here that's all"

"but I was the one that helped you through your attack"

"I know I realize that now. Why did you come after me?"

"to make sure you were okay and it was a good idea anyway"

"that's sweet and all but if you were there for the whole thing then you would know that things aren't really going well at the moment"

"Winter was angry"

"and why was he angry?"

"because of everything that's happened. We were both sad because even though you forgave us, you did everything you could to either stay away from us or look at us in disgust. It hurt"

"okay fair enough. But that wasn't directed at you. It was really directed at Steve and Hydra and myself"

"but you said"

"I know what I said. But did you hear the part where I said I tried but I couldn't so I was disgusted with myself be-"

Tony is surprised as he gets cut off by Bucky who is kissing him. After what felt like forever Bucky pulls away and smiles as Tony leans his forehead on top of Bucky's.

"heres what we are going to do genius. You, in all of your Stark confidence is gonna March down there and talk it out. it's been long over due and I think you killed the man after every thing you said"

"but"

"no buts Tony. Then after that we are gonna have our long over due talk. Once everything is said and done, I'm gonna take you out"

"with a gun?"

"on a date?"

"but why?"

"because it has come to my attention that you didn't notice how I acted around you because you were to busy reading fanfiction and thinking that I was dating Steve"

"aren't you?"

"no. He doesn't even swing that way. Just be glad that you never told him your feelings in the first place"

"I guess you are right"

"great"

Tony yelps as Bucky slaps his ass hard and pushes him off the bed. Tony goes red as Bucky smirks at him.

"what the hell was that for?"

"you amd Clint aren't the only ones who read that Smutty crap. That's okay though because we can make up for all that after our date"

"so we just come back and read?"

"you ain't thr only one to read bottom Tony fics. There are a few there that have given me ideas on what to do with you"

"what?"

"from what I heard"

Bucky still smirking, stands up and slides behind Tony before embracing him. His dick which had gone hard pressed up against Tony as he pulls tony against him. He leans down to whisper sexily into Tony's ear as his hands hold his waist.

"I'm about to pop your cherry tonight. Who knew playboy Tony Stark has a v-card for something. Men and women dont know what they're missing out on. Too bad that your mine now."

Bucky leaves a hickey on Tony's neck as he grinds down on him. He chuckles as he steps back and a redfaced Tony turns around.

"you evil man!"

Bucky licks his lips as his eyes roam Tony, smirk not once leaving his face. His eyes stop by Tony's and he thinks that maybe he can change his mind.

"how about this evil man deflowers you right now?"

Tony takes a step back

"but what about Steve?"

"fuck Steve"

"no thank you"

Tony falls back onto the bed and Bucky follows along with him.

The next day an exhausted Tony is finally let out of bed. After a quickie in the shower, he demands that Bucky puts clothes on him and then carries him down to breakfast.

Bucky instead picks him up and carries the screeching, naked Tony down two floors and on to his and Steve floor. He kicks open the door to a startled Steve's room and throws the naked Tony at him. Naked Tony lands right on Steve's lap causing the both of them to go red.

"talk!"

Is all Bucky says before leaving the room to go get dressed. After half an hour, Bucky checks on the two hoping they didn't kill each other as there hadn't been any yelling since he left. What shocks him is what he sees when he opens the door.

A naked Tony riding an equally naked Steve. He let's them finish before he smirks and raises a brow while crossing his arms. He licks his lips as Tony slumps forward against Steve.

"I thought you weren't gay"

"I thought you weren't into Tony"

"that's my boyfriend"

"who I just fucked. What are you going to do about it?"

"best friends share"

"shut it Tony"

"just saying. I have choices you know"

"and your choices are as follows, you either walk away from all this, pick someone or and I can't believe I'm saying this, get your naked ass on that bed and let us have our way with you"

"I would prefer walking away from all this"

Bucky laughs as he knows the reason why he chose that option. He decides to be a little shit anyway.

"oh you picked the third option. Well aren't you just a nice guy."

Steve looks confused and stares at Bucky.

"it's because he hadn't been let out my dick all night until an hour ago before we came here"

Bucky hops on the bed and pats his lap.

"let's see how skilled Stevie is. I am so confused and a little turned on right now. Steve dear, do not pull out. Bring the genius over here and I'll just slide into his dm's right next to ya. Tony I plan on being the first to do everything on that v-card of yours. It's gonna be a first for everything"

And just like that Bucky and Tony found out that Steve was bi and had been into Tony since they first met. After an actual talk and hashing everything out, thanks to Bucky, Tony does a whole set of new things for the first time and it's been nothing but wonderful. Well if you can call it that.

*3 days later*

"I think I'm dead."

Tony drops on to Clint's lap looking warn out. Clint feeds Tony some of what he is eating and when he hears Tony's stomach growl, calls nat to bring home extra food. He gives Tony a massage while Tony spills out the juicey gossip.

"you do know Nat is gonna want to hear about this"

"yeah well she can wait while I get the massage ever. God your fingers are magic"

"I would ask if you wanted a test trial but Tweedledee and Tweedledum look like they want to murder me already"

"I'm naked and you are magical of course they are. They can't have this body for the next week. I'm done! You hear me! Done! My legs are jelly, my ass and throat are sore, i look like i got mauled by a vampire, no one should be Cummings that much that isn't superhuman or a god. I'm gonna be feeling it for days. Clint be m bodyguard for the next week"

"no problem Tony. Friday initiate protocol Clint's Baby Genius"

"yes sir"

"oh god you named it that?"

Clint ignores Steve and Buckys screams as they run down the hallway and back up to their room in order to continue looking after Tony.

Nat returns amd laughs as the boys recount everything that happened as they eat and watch movies for the rest of the night.

"friday activate Natasha's shell head please"

"yes ma'am"

"I hate you but love you both at the same time"

"love you too shell head"

Tony groans as the spies laugh.

#winteriron #stony #Stuckony #clint is protective #nat is playing catch up #everyone is confused #there are still things left unsaid #bit the boys will touch base later #stucky are grounded #tony is sore but happy

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winterysomnium · 6 years ago

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What’s left (is you) [2/3]; ; Todoroki Shouto/Midoriya Izuku;BNHA; word count: 4,900+ words; rated: PG-15; warnings: slight gore, violence,full tags on AO3;

notes: hii decided to update since I edited the parts I wanted for this chapter and the more I read it over the more I doubt myself so it might be better to just post it. Thank you for all the support on AO3! ♥

summary: After the pro hero Deku loses his memory as a result of an assassination attempt, Shouto is struggling to cope with everything his boyfriend’s recovery entails: from the threat of another attack to the possibility of Izuku’s memories never coming back.

(Oh, and did Shouto forget to mention that he’s 90% sure Izuku was trying to break up with him before the attack, on top of everything?)

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The first week Izuku’s back home is the easiest by far.

Shouto has a lot of paperwork to sort out and Izuku’s mostly spending time with his Mom; he can’t really watch too much TV or be active on his social media at all, so they chat to each other all day and Shouto gives them privacy, as much as he can. Their apartment came with an extra room they didn’t have any particular use for so Shouto put in tatami and essentially turned it into a copy of his dorm room: he keeps a spare futon rolled out in there most of the time anyway.

(As nice as beds with mattresses and thick covers were, some nights Shouto preferred the simplicity and comfort of the soft futon and the feel of tatami under his feet and Izuku respected that, indiscriminately.)

Whenever Izuku was on a long mission out of town, Shouto tended to sleep there rather than alone in their bed, the space too vast without the other, somehow. It was also where Izuku would surprise him sometimes by arriving early, pressing Shouto into the sleepy futon and they’d fuck, sweetly, heatedly; they missed each other enough to just stay there all day, soak in the soft, tender affection.

It’s been a while since Izuku has lost to his want and desire completely, loving Shouto to the core like that.

It all adds to the situation: Izuku’s in their bed thinking it’s solely his own, he has been keeping something from Shouto that neither of them know now and they hadn’t had proper time to be with each other for about two weeks before the attack.

It strengthens Shouto’s resolve not to say anything, to keep lying about their relationship, by omission.

(He doesn’t want to have to explain all that to Izuku, anytime soon.)

Shouto can hear Izuku’s Mom talking with him softly through the door and Shouto feels like he’s eavesdropping, listening in on something sacred and raw.

The first night they’re all home, he lets his frustration and fear slide down his nose and drip into the pillow: it needed airing and the covers a wash, anyway, so he does nothing to stop the tears. All the pictures of him and Izuku were hidden away and it almost felt like Shouto was a spirit: he’s stumbled into a future he fears, an intruder of an incomplete home, of a frightening possibility. It’s almost like they’ve really broken up, like his thoughts have created a universe of their own, throwing him in.

And yet it doesn’t compare to the feeling of accompanying Inko to her train and driving the two of them home, alone for the first time in weeks and as Izuku hums along to a new pop song he’s had the opportunity to memorize already, Shouto’s glad he doesn’t have to talk.

In twenty minutes, they’re alone in the apartment and Shouto’s reheating yesterday’s leftovers, the atmosphere between them thin but sluggish, awkward in a strange, unfamiliar way.

It reminds him of the first time they’ve had a fight, when Shouto was 18 and the notion of being loved hasn’t sunken in yet properly, a weekend away at his family home was enough for him to return moody, shaken and torn between setting himself or everything around him on fire; closing himself off from anyone he could hurt the only option left. The thought scared -- no, terrified -- him and he got overwhelmed, he’d pushed Izuku away and he yelled something dumb and hurtful and he made Izuku cry, Izuku didn’t let it show but Shouto saw him rub his sleeve across his cheeks forcefully.

They were shipped off to a field day together the next morning in class and Izuku was upset and angry and didn’t even want to look Shouto’s way and Shouto was sure he had destroyed everything, everything that truly mattered in his life (his heart).

(Perhaps there was a curse, after all, to become his father, to become his hated half, to become the person who hurt Izuku the most.)

Shouto apologized after their class had ended; resting his forehead against Izuku’s tense back, his shoulders so guarded he felt unreachable, like a pretty sea shell at the bottom of the waves.

Shouto apologized, said he’d understand if Izuku wanted to break up but that he didn’t want to, really, really didn’t want to and the spot where he rested his face against Izuku’s costume was damp and heavy with salt, with his unspoken apology. It was then that Izuku’s defenses seemed to thaw, just enough for him to open up his arms, his warm self to Shouto’s lost hopes.

Izuku probably realized just how scattered Shouto was that day.

(Shouto wasn’t a cracked pane of glass or a cup with a chip on the rim; he was a fully crushed human being, a plate shattered against the far wall.)

He has just started to meld some of his pieces together.

If Izuku held him in his palms, he’d get cut.

The atmosphere now feels tentative in the same way but he tries not to mind it: he puts their plates onto their usual spots while Izuku pours them hot tea.

They exchange a soft, quiet itadakimasu and start eating; Izuku keeps looking up at him across the table and Shouto tries not to see.

“Todoroki-kun?” Izuku asks as Shouto puts down his chopsticks to place his cup to his lips, he’s trying to swallow down the dry, irritating lump in his throat. Izuku still holds his chopsticks and fumbles around with a piece of chicken between them on his plate.

“Hmm?” Shouto hums rather than answers and he drinks his tea too fast; the liquid still a touch scalding on the roof of his mouth. “What is it?”

“What’s your favourite food? It feels kind of stupid to ask now but I’ve been trying to remember what it was all evening but -- couldn’t. So, will you tell me again?” The question is innocent and so is Izuku’s expression: he’s genuinely curious and yet it confuses Shouto’s heart.

(He’s happy about his favourite food being something important, he’s saddened about it being something Izuku doesn’t know.)

He smiles softly, hoping his flush can be blamed on the tea.

“Zarusoba. Iida tended to scold me for never eating anything else in high school.”

Izuku snorts, likes he’s relieved, finally putting the chicken bite into his mouth. “He seems like the type. Do we usually eat dinner together, the two of us?” He gestures and Shouto picks up his chopsticks again, too.

“When we can. Our schedules don’t always match up, though.”

“Who’s the better cook?”

“Your Mom.”

Izuku snorts once more, his grin matching Shouto’s own amused look.

This is nice, Shouto concludes, in its simplicity, its given rules.

Shouto feels … nice.

“And here I thought you’d be a chef supreme, given your quirk,” Izuku notes, amused and Shouto shakes his head, regretfully.

“The only thing I’ve ever successfully made was rice porridge.”

“Am I good at cooking?”

“Not particularly. Bakugou’s been teaching you though. He gave up on me, if that’s any consolation.”

“Huh, Kacchan didn’t say.”

“He’s probably mortified by the thought of you calling him out on doing something nice and helpful for once and someone overhearing.”

“Ah, yeah, probably. He kept insisting he only visited me because Ochako kept pestering him and it was annoying. He’s … kind of a bad liar, isn’t he?”

“And he’s even worse at being honest. Just watching him sometimes is exhausting,” Shouto agrees and it’s as if that word -- exhausting -- has unlocked all of the fatigue trapped within his bones, all at once.

An early night sounds like the best kind of plan for tonight.

They finish dinner and leave the dirty plates in the sink; they wish each other goodnight at the thresholds of their neighboring rooms.

If he tries hard enough, Shouto could pretend that Izuku’s just going to his night shift and he’ll find Shouto in the morning, cuddling up sleepily into his back.

If he tries hard enough, he’ll remember the feeling of Izuku’s kisses on his temple.

If he tries hard enough, maybe his chest will stop aching, so tirelessly.

---

Shouto’s Wednesday isn’t really going well as is, the attack investigation not progressing beyond what they already know: the incident was a coordinated effort to take down and favorably assassinate -- that word still makes Shouto’s heart stop, every damn time -- the hero Deku, attacking all of the bigger agencies in the area in order to isolate him and complicate any backup attempts, with the ultimate goal of rendering him unable to continue his hero duties any further.

But they still don’t know who instigated it or if there are more factions than the cluster of villains they’ve caught and as much as Shouto’s glad that he’s gotten leave to unofficially guard Deku 24/7, not being able to take part in the interrogations is frustrating in itself and it leaves him restless, hyper aware of how inactive he is.

What he needs is a good, long, proper sparring session.

What he gets is a call from his Father.

Despite them being -- reconciled, of sorts, a decade of stored anger and resentment isn’t something you can simply wish away and Shouto’s been working on it, he has and his therapist would probably tell him not to answer the phone if he’s already in the middle of a constant low grade anxiety attack but here he is, answering the phone like an idiot, snapping at every question and riling up both of their tempers, needlessly.

The call is short, shorter than his Father intended and Shouto knows Endeavor just wanted to comfort him, in his own way, that he just wanted to be the soothing parent to his son that he’d never truly been when Shouto was a child but … it feels misplaced.

(Why couldn’t he have tried sooner?)

On top of that, Shouto’s Mother is away on her planned spa treatment and her cell phone access is limited, which has probably fuelled Endeavor’s check up call further, and that’s partly on Shouto as well. Shouto told her to absolutely not come back when everything happened, that they’re fine, Mom please, please but right now Shouto just wants to curl up and beg his Mother to hold him until he forgets he’s no longer five.

That or break his Father’s nose.

Calm down, he tells himself, his quirks buzzing louder than his heartbeat through his head; he can feel how drastically different his opposing fingers feel to touch.

Man, today really sucked.

Shouto didn’t notice Izuku was sitting on the couch until he stands up, putting the book he’s been reading away.

“Todoroki-kun? Are you alright?” Izuku asks carefully, the concern so obvious on his face it’s almost painfully endearing.

Almost.

Shouto sighs. Rather than a spar, maybe he just needs a nap.

“I’m fine, Midoriya,” he says, trying to convince himself alongside Izuku and if that name -- Midoriya -- isn’t just another layer of messed up twisting his skin tighter and tighter, he doesn’t know what is.

Breathe. Don’t think about your Father. Think about something you have to do.

(You have to stop getting so angry about stupid things, first of all.)

Izuku draws him out of his thoughts, effortlessly.

“I know this might not be the best time to say this but -- I’m sorry, Todoroki-kun. For what I said.” Izuku fidgets and Shouto blinks, trying to remember when Izuku said anything that he’d need to apologize for -- his mind is unhelpfully blank.

“Sorry for what?”

“For what I said about getting to meet your Father, the first time we talked about him. How I said how excited I must have been to meet him and all that. I’ve noticed your reaction was sort of -- off at the time but I couldn’t tell why and I still don’t know what happened between you but I think -- I think he hurt you somehow, has been hurting you and I didn’t even consider thinking about your family situation and that not everyone even has a family and -- I. I just. I’m sorry, for not noticing sooner. For not apologizing sooner.” Izuku’s eyebrows center his expression into a frown and he’s wringing his hands, like he’s trying to iron out all the scars and crooked fractures, like they’re physical marks of his mistakes --

Shouto’s been thoroughly disarmed.

“You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s not your fault,” he insists, sort of bewildered that it’s an issue at all.

That Izuku’s been weighted down by something like this.

Izuku wring his hands harder. “It kind of is.”

“Midoriya --” Shouto tries but he knows there’s no arguing that look Izuku gives him, that look of not backing down, of doing whatever he’s set his mind on doing --

It’s your power!

Shouto slumps in his shoulders.

He’s so, so tired and yet Izuku just existing gives him something akin to hope.

“You were the first person I’ve ever told about it,” Shouto confesses, quietly and he hears Izuku’s weight shifting on the couch, he’s watching him over its back, resting his knees on the cushions.

He’s still supposed to be on bed rest, technically.

“So we were close?” Izuku asks and Shouto lets out a breathy laugh at the memory.

Are you All Might’s secret love child or something?

“No, not really. We’ve barely talked when I approached you. I guess I just thought you could relate, somehow.”

There’s a pause, like the world’s stopped to take in a lungful of air, giving Izuku a moment to recreate the unknown memory.

“Not many people know, do they?”

“No.”

“Why… why haven’t I told anyone? Everyone?”

“Because you knew that’s not what I wanted.”

Izuku looks down onto his own clasped hands, a little less high strung. He looks oddly regretful, like he’s realizing he’s made a mistake on a test he’s just handed over, like he’s forgotten something important at home. “I guess I can understand that. He was already the number two hero when I was in middle school and something like that would surely cause uproar, whatever it is. And more than anything, I probably wanted to protect you…” he trails off and there’s warmth spreading throughout Shouto’s limbs, despite how bone weary the rest of him feels.

“You’re the same as always, aren’t you, Midoriya? You still want to help everyone, memories or not.”

“Ah, do I?” Now Izuku’s the one who looks a little bewildered, a little sheepish, eyes and mouth shy.

Shouto smiles; he’s surprised how easy the expression comes. “I admire that about you,” he says.

And oh, Shouto must be imagining the slight flush on Izuku’s face, the way he ducks his head, away from Shouto’s face.

It must be just another illusion of the sun.

---

[ 2:57pm; from: Yaoyorozu]

How are you two holding up? Please greet Izuku-san for me.

[3:01pm; to: Yaoyorozu]

we’re fine. will do.

[3:03pm; from: Yaoyorozu]

Has he remembered anything yet?

[3:07 pm; to: Yaoyorozu]

not yet.

I’ve got some files on Point Blank and the others involved in the attack from the Endeavor agency

I’ll send them over.

[3:10pm; from: Yaoyorozu]

That would be most helpful! It would be good to finally find more clues in there. Hopefully Izuku-san will recover soon as well.

[3:11pm; to: Yaoyorozu]

thank you.

[3:47pm; from: Yaoyorozu]

Just for the record, you can count on me, Shouto. Call me if there’s anything I can do. Okay?

Shouto doesn’t answer, but he knows.

He knows.

---

There were times when Shouto regretted giving Fuyumi a key to their apartment.

Right now is definitely, hundred percent one of those times.

“Shouto! You weren’t answering my calls this morning so I came in to check if everything was okay!” Fuyumi enters the apartment with the confidence of a winter storm on the first day of holidays and she slips out of her boots and into her designated slippers with surprising agility; Shouto swears he barely blinks before she pulls him into a heartfelt hug, leaping through the living room.

“Hey, little bro. Long time no see,” Natsuo greets him as well, thoroughly ruffling Shouto’s hair a minute later and messing it up with a delighted smile.

He’s always been oddly entertained by leaving Shouto’s hair a convoluted mess.

“Fuyumi, Natsuo,” Shouto addresses them, too frazzled to say anything more.

Fuyumi gives him one more good squeeze and spots Izuku walking out of the kitchen, lured out by all the noise and aims her fond, welcoming energy towards him, too, just a touch softer, a touch more reserved.

“Izuku-kun,” she calls out and Shouto’s face gets red simultaneously with Izuku’s; Fuyumi holds Izuku’s shoulders gently before she wraps him in a loose hug, careful of his lingering aches.

“I’m happy to see you look so well!” she lets out a relieved sigh against his shoulder and Shouto definitely prefers Natsuo’s subtler methods: he just waves at Izuku from where he’s leaning on Shouto’s shoulder; he’s never been one for hugs.

“Ah, um, thank you --” Izuku’s eyes slide over to Shouto, taking in the appearance of the siblings, the resemblance is unmistakable. “--um, Todoroki-san?” he tests out and Fuyumi steps away, there’s a somber undercurrent to her smile.

She hasn’t really been a person Izuku could recognize from his middle school days and it sinks in that it’s still the case; Izuku’s memories still lost at sea.

“Just Fuyumi works just fine, Izuku-kun! I’m Shouto’s older sister. That’s Natsuo, Shouto’s older brother. We helped the two of you move in way back so I still have the spare key Shouto gave me!”

“That was for emergencies only, Fuyumi,” Shouto complains, rubbing at his cheek, suddenly itchy and a little too warm, not entirely from Natsuo’s added weight at his side.

“Well you weren’t answering your phone. I was worried.”

“I forgot it in my room. I’m fine.”

“I’ve also missed you, you know. Natsuo did too,” Fuyumi points out and Natsuo glances away with a look that says he wants to protest but knows it would be an embarrassingly see-through lie: they’ve gotten fairly close over the past several years.

“I was thinking we could all go out for lunch together! Our treat,” Fuyumi continues, her disarming smile fully equipped to defeat any and all half assed excuses Shouto could come up with, Izuku’s feeble attempts to decline just as ineffective against her charm.

Shouto won’t even try to fight her on it, not with the way she steers the group to the door.

“You don’t have to do that, Todoroki-san,” Izuku tries, nonetheless and Shouto gives him points for doing so but Fuyumi just waves her hand dismissively.

“Please? I don’t get many opportunities to spoil my little brother and he’s definitely not going to go without you. Also, I can share all the good Shouto stories. What do you say? You won’t deprive me of the rare opportunity to mildly embarrass my brother in front of his friends, will you?” she pleads and Shouto’s not sure he likes the curious, conspiratorial grin Fuyumi and Izuku exchange between them but on the other hand, he’s willing to sacrifice a bit of dignity to see Izuku smile like this.

Relaxed, eager, interested in stories about Shouto like Shouto matters, like he’s important in Izuku’s life.

Natsuo snorts at Shouto’s face knowingly and messes his hair up some more.

(Shouto doesn’t bat his hand away.)

He doesn’t regret giving Fuyumi the key, anymore either.

(He fully regrets it again two hours later after his sister’s told yet another story about him that startles a laugh out of Izuku and it would be so much better if it wasn’t about five year old Shouto’s misconception of where babies come from.

Oh, well.

Izuku’s laugh still might be worth it, in the end.)

---

[group chat]

Midoriya: guys!! why didn’t you tell me we have movie nights on Thursdays!!

Uraraka: aah, you found out about that huh >>;;;. did Todoroki tell you?

Bakugou: wtf Deku it’s not even Thursday for like three more days. shut up some of us have work to do

Midoriya: well SOME of us have been betrayed by their own classmates??

Midoriya: and roommate??

Midoriya: it was my turn to choose the movie too! and I had to find out because of an alert on the TV

Midoriya: of all things!

Iida: Izuku-kun, I take it you’re doing alright? Also, we always cancel our weekly cinema viewing when someone’s badly injured, so I was going to send out an official cancelation message tomorrow as well.

Jirou: fr once im with Bakugou … as much as I am happy yurr ok Midoriya, Ive gotten home from my shift like two hours ago.I havent slept in like two days. imma be gone now, bye

Ashido: oh hey guys! and I’m sorryyyy Midoriya-chaaaan, but that’s the law of 1-A! Also honestly I’ve forgotten that you’ve forgotten@@

Uraraka: yeah yeah! and if you want we can have one this week!

Uraraka: also you didn’t kill Todoroki right he hasn’t said anything yet

Todoroki: I was in the shower.

Tokoyami: is it wise to have one when Midoriya still hasn’t recovered

Tokoyami: it might be a lot to take in

Midoriya: I think it’ll be fine! I’ve been talking here more often over the past few days so movie banter should be fine as well, right?

Uraraka: do you even know that many movies, with your memories?

Midoriya: hmmm I think so?

Midoriya: I can get help from Todoroki, too

Todoroki: sure thing, Midoriya. but tell me if you get a headache.

Ashido: aren’t you both at home?

Ashido: why are you texting each other on here ;;; weirdos

Kaminari: speaking of movies!! have you guys heard about the new All Might movie documentary???!!!

Midoriya: oh my god

Midoriya: OH MY GOD THERE MUST BE SO MANY NEW HERO DOCUS

Uraraka: Izuku-kun?

Uraraka: …

Uraraka: I think we lost him orz

Todoroki: is it a good time to show him his hero DVD collection

Midoriya: MY WHAT

Midoriya: TODOROKI

Uraraka: oh he was still here!!

Ashido: also did Kaminari just come in here to say that

Uraraka: looks like it

Ashido: guess we’ll talk about the movie night later then? have a good day everyone! It’s really sunny out here in Sapporo!

Uraraka: yeah, for sure! to you too, Mina-chan!!

Uraraka: it was nice to catch up! ^^

Bakugou: I’m muting you all

Bakugou: jsyk

---

Cold, clammy dread sets in Shouto’s chest two seconds after he tells Izuku where to find his extensive hero documentary collection -- there’s a panicked, unwelcome thought stirring at the back of his mind.

Shouto … Shouto thinks he put something in there he didn’t want Izuku to see.

It might not be anything revealing, he tells himself, trying to bring his heart back to its proper place, back to the tight press of his chest. It’s probably a latest hero magazine issue or the various little memories of some trips they’ve taken together or maybe it’s one of the many pictures Izuku has with All Might that Shouto has hidden to avoid some too close questions … it’s probably just the magazine. It’s probably something hero related.

(It’s nothing about them, right?)

Izuku brings the answer with him ten minutes later, carries it in his arms and inside of his shoulders, just when the nervous churning inside of Shouto has subsided, swept away by the quiet lull of sounds.

He should’ve gone with him, shouldn’t he?

“When were you going to tell me?” Izuku asks from the doorway, tone level and low; there’s an odd, wiry stiffness to his shape.

He’s not wringing his hands or moving his feet when Shouto looks up at him, but his voice, his fingers, are trembling against each other.

Izuku’s clutching one of their photo albums in his hands, so tightly the points of contact dip like there’s gravity collapsing around his fingertips and he looks, he looks -- shell shocked. Disappointed. Livid. Hurt.

The dread explodes inside of Shouto’s gut.

Izuku’s anger looks pained, painful.

(Shouto can’t even find words anywhere close to his mouth, lost between his skull and his throat.)

“Were you going to tell me?” Izuku asks once more; he’s subdued, he’s monotone, he’s looking at Shouto like he’s never seen him before, like he’s been replaced.

Shouto’s heart burns in his chest.

“Midoriya --”

“It’s Izuku, isn’t it? It’s probably been Izuku for a while,” Izuku cuts in, something derisive, self-conscious in the tone, like he’s been the punch line of a joke and he’s just found out publicly; like he’s waiting for someone to laugh.

Like he’s looking for someone to blame.

Izuku looks at Shouto.

Shouto feels oddly blank.

“I wasn’t,” he answers, the words slow, sticking to his lips. He’s looking down at his lap and his words feel loud, too loud, too sharp.

(He doesn’t want to look at Izuku, not when he’s saying things like this.

He doesn’t want to see.)

“I wasn’t going to tell you, no.”

Izuku slams the photo book against the table, hard.

(Shouto flinches.)

“Why?” Izuku demands, like he’s the echo of his own voice, like he’s pulling back to throw a punch, stronger, louder, the longer he screams. “There must be a reason, right? I mean -- we still haven’t figured out -- we don’t even know if I’ll ever get my memories back! I might never get them back, Shouto!” he shouts and Shouto’s name feels like a slap, a flicker of burning.

“So tell me! There must be a reason! Were you hoping I wouldn’t remember? Were you trying to end things like this? Like a damn coward? Was it something else? Shouto! Why weren’t you going to tell me? Look at me and tell me!” and Izuku’s -- Izuku’s started to cry.

Shouto’s earlier conviction of his motives, his infallible logic and unshakable decision all feel minuscule: they feel pitiful and selfish when faced with the sense of grief on Izuku’s face, faced with the thick lilt of Izuku’s voice, the starry, wet constellations spilling across the map of his cheeks.

(Shouto feels ashamed.

So, so deeply ashamed.)

He had managed to hurt him, again.

They resonate, Izuku’s feelings, they catch on the hidden depths of Shouto’s fears and wishes and ground-down emotions and they amplify, they amplify, they amplify; Shouto looks at Izuku and he’s trying not to cry, too.

His voice is shaking when he speaks.

(His feelings burst.)

“I didn’t know what I was supposed to say! Was I supposed to say that I love you but don’t know if you still love me the same way? That there was something wrong before you were attacked and that you were lying to me and that I’ve realized you were trying to break up with me? Was I supposed to lie to you back and pretend nothing was wrong? Was I supposed to explain all of this to you two days after you’d woken up from a state so bad we thought you would die?” There’s a tear on Shouto’s lip, a tear that slips down the slope of his chin, a falling star.

It’s okay to cry, he’d been told.

It still feels like he’s stealing Izuku’s sadness, Izuku’s place of hurt, for himself.

Shouto drags his knuckles across his cheek, angrily.

There’s more he wants to say.

“I didn’t want you to think I’ve used your memory loss to -- to make you love me again. How was I -- I didn’t know what to do with all of this. I still don’t know what to do with all of this! I’m no good and you’re too good, Izuku. You’re too kind and you’d feel guilty, you’d feel obligated to return my feelings, you’d be the selfless you that you are and pretend to love me and Izuku, you’d just -- you’d hurt us both, that way. I -- I didn’t want that.”

Shouto touches his lip, tries to swallow the dry feel of his throat and he wonders if this is how bombs feel after they detonate: scattered, light, earth bound, gone.

Destructive.

Bad.

“Shouto,” Izuku breathes, sown into the spot by the thread of Shouto’s pain, his honesty; he feels woven into time.

He kneels in front of Shouto after a beat, his drum of a heart leading his feet; he kneels in front of the man he barely knows yet knows the most of all, the man he wants to comfort and his palms take hold of Shouto’s face, hesitant.

Izuku’s never been faced with a love like this: with someone’s heartbreak unfolding in his palms.

His smile is a seismic curve.

“Damnit, I can’t believe Kacchan was right. We are as bad as each other.” Izuku’s fingers tighten, press, he’s holding onto Shouto as much as Shouto’s holding him, the affection shoved into his gut known and unknown at the same time: he wonders if this is how he feels every day, every time he sees Shouto’s face.

(He thinks he does.)

“Shouto… I -- I’m sorry. I should’ve known you had a reason, but. But I still wish you’d told me.”

“I didn’t know how.” Shouto’s reply barely registers and Izuku bites his mouth, more frustrated than ever by his lack of progress, by the things he’s missing so effortlessly, like they’ve never been part of him in the first place, like they’ve never even been there.

He’s frustrated, he’s tired, he’s scared.

He’s scared this is all it’s ever going to be.

(He can’t let it be just this.)

“I still don’t remember us,” he admits, quietly, something brave and firm rising in his chest, something that pushes every doubt into a place he won’t wander into, anymore.

He’ll remember.

And if he doesn’t, if he doesn’t -- he’ll just relearn Shouto all over again.

“But I will. I’ll remember. And if not then -- then you’ll have to be patient with me. And I might make you wait for me, for a little bit, because I’ll have a lot of things to catch up on and a lot of things to rediscover but -- but, Shouto. From the moment I woke up, you were there for me. And I thought -- I thought you were most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. And you were so kind. I felt -- protected. I felt important.” Izuku laughs, a sound almost kissed upon Shouto’s mouth itself. “I was so disappointed when you said we were just roommates. I was so bummed out because I knew you were someone I could see myself falling in love with. Maybe I already am, all over again. So just … bear with me, for a little while longer?” Izuku lifts his lashes, he’s hopeful and determined and brave, so so brave, even with his pulse sprinting ahead, a gated flood.

(Shouto drowns.)

“Okay.”

He presses his face into Izuku’s shoulder and stays.

“I will.”

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Hi Hi Hi. Here is a little blurb I wrote off the top of my head about all my friends on this year’s Group Picture Vol. 8. I love them all. I love their songs. And I love that we still keep up this stupid tradition; and somehow the comp keeps getting better and better. Thanks everyone! Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays :) - walt

Sour Guy - All Those Plans Were Wrong

Last summer Kris Schobert (Sour Guy, Walter Etc. / Mitty core member, Ernie…) was admitted to the hospital… and then again… and then again…. I think he spent like a month total in the hospital. It was not chill. But when he got out, the whole experience gave him a bit of clarity and new perspective on his life and the decisions he has made thus far. I won’t speak any further for him, but Kris… hey, nice song! And your quality home recording production and continuation of the WMAHMO slop sound doesn’t not go unnoticed! This song made me tear up in a coffee shop the first time I heard it.

Slaughter Beach, Dog - Big Band

Slaughter Beach, Dog are randomly GP staples by now but also one of my favorite bands and greatest friends. This song is a bit of a sound change for them, swapping mid tempo soft rock John K Sampson vibes for a theatrical late 60’s / 70’s sound that is a bit more light hearted than normal and I LOVE IT. It’s catchy, it makes me laugh, yet its so true. Glad to have these boys back this year.

Teal & Jer - Alphabet

Portland’s dreamiest duo Teal & Jer (Chain, Riled, Loose, lots of projects) bring a quirky alt edge to our otherwise bland and boring comp. Without them, we’d just be us. I personally would like to hear more Teal solo work??? Teal???

Milk Flud - Rodeo

If you don’t fuck with Milk Flud then you can get out.

Chase Hoyt - Health

Chase Hoyt (Ubu Roi, Feed, Chaz and the Minions of Chaz, The Rodeo…) is a GP fixture by now, and important asset to MNE because it’s his classic rock sensibilities that balance out the overload of folk / indie rock that we swim in. This song not only has a comically true message (health is the most important, i agree Chase) but the vibe, especially the chorus, has my head bobbing and me feeling like I’m on a grassy hillside at an outdoor concert in the 70’s, but also one glass of wine deep making homemade pizzas at an Air BNB with a girl I love, and that is a nice combo of feelings. “Let’s wrap it up / I’ve embarrassed us all enough”

Dry Goods - Learnt Nothing

You hear that flawless acoustic finger picking? That masculine story telling voice that sounds somewhere between a suburban Bob Dylan and a cowboy singing to the emptiness of the high desert? Yup, its Russell Park AKA Dry Goods and FKA Weston Bookhouse coming at us with another folk masterpiece, but this year adding in some new elements we aren’t quite used to- namely some cruisey guitar solos! Rumor has it Dry Goods is in the studio recording a new album right now and I would not be bummed out if this song were on it.

Byronius Punk - Beautiful Things

I just spent 3 weeks with Byronius Punk (Ian Farmer of Slaugher Beach, Dog / Modern Baseball) at his studio The Metal Shop in Philadelphia making a record with his beautiful mind and his new drum machine- so this song really hits home for me. I could write an essay on why this is the perfect Group Picture song- my three main points being - 1. It is a song about the act of creating. (“in everything that exists there lies a certain beauty / I want the world to know how much it all means to me”) which is exactly what Group Picture aims to celebrate. 2. It’s a song written and performed by someone who is usually more in the background of his bands (bassist / backup vox / recording engineer) but here has a platform to express his own individual style and skills, which is exactly what Group Picture wants to promote. 3. It has a Milk Flud name drop, which is a classic and classy GP / MNE move. Thank you Ian. You rule.

Dante Elephante - It Bothers Me

Dante Elephante are Santa Barbara legends and their new album “Rare Attractions” shows them evolving their sound into more loungey and ethereal territory. I am so glad they have joined GP this year, because I see singer / songwriter Ruben almost every weekend when he DJ’s at The Tavern in Ventura and I drunkenly annoy him / vaguely fan boy out on him. Dante being on Group Picture is a sign that our friendship extends beyond Saturday nights at the Tavern. Also their album vibes hard. Check out Rare Attractions on Spotify.

Peanut Butter Cups - Highest Quality

Petition for Aaron Kovacs (Peanut Butter cups, Lauren Records CEO, Winter Break and Summer Vacation drummer) to finally put out a full album? This catchy lo-fi pop rock is undeniably infectious. Fun fact: I’ve been hanging with this boy for almost 10 years and I’ve never heard him sing, but then he sends me these recordings and I’m like wtf your voice is so cool! If he makes a full album, MNE will put out the LP and still give him 100% of the digital income. That is how much I like Aaron’s style.

Anika Pyle - Young Love

I once wrote a song with the lyric “I’ll probably see her on tour but she won’t be on Group Picture this year.” I’m so glad I was wrong. Welcome to GP Anika Pyle! Anika (Katie Ellen, Chumped) plays raw emotional pop rock songs and this gem “Young Love” is just the tip of the iceberg. When her vocals max out at the end of the tune and you get a little bit of musical goosebumps, that is the feeling you get for a full 30 minutes of watching her play live. Anika, please come in and stay for a while!

Walter Etc. - This Would Only Happen to Me

Ok ok enough of the soft emotional bullshit. Here’s a song about someone coming to kill me! It’s 100% true. If you’re reading this, help!!!

Jake Lee - Good Run

Jake Lee (Bleeding Gums Murphy) strikes again with a lo-fi indie gem in which we hear Jake Lee reflect on his gaime from last year. Sounds like he made some interesting choices and is coming to terms with them? Or did I miss the mark, Jake? He is and always will be one of my favorite songwriters and his voice in this fuzz effect is not a bad look, I have to admit. The only way my life would be better is if Jake made a full album. Cheers homie.

Babytooth - State Quarters, OR

Technically, this is Babytooth’s official debut on Group Picture, but Portland, OR singer / songwriter Isabel Zacharias had a song on the comp last year that blew me away. It was her vocals and lyrics that hooked me then, and are still yanking me now. Now backed by a full band that gives dynamic range to her songs, it was still that first line “now you know you want a girl without a phone” that had me nodding “yup i love this”. Fingers crossed for Babytooth to become a GP staple.

Trashbike - Weasel

Trashbike is Bread (Blowout, Walter etc., Donkey Lips) and his homie Ru playing the pedals. He told me he wrote this song while stumbling home from the Bye and Bye. Bread is like a sexy emo prince, can’t you hear it? This song rules and I really hope Trashbike is more than just a one and done GP band. I would listen to a few albums of soft songs like this, wouldn’t you?

Banned From Japan - Vegan X

Welcome back to the Socal Valley punk rockers Banned From Japan! If you know that singer / songwriter Matthew Earle has been sober for a few years, this song is hilarious, simultaneously poking fun at vegan straight-edge and himself. The music rips and his vocals are catchy af. Fat Wrecks Chords come and sign Banned From Japan asap!

Walter X - Winter Shy

Ok. This is a bit meta. Walter X (Michael Mahaffie and his WMAHMO / Walter Etc. hardcore chip tune cover project) covers an old Walter GP song as his own GP song. Pretty niche MNE content! This song, in this Lifetime-esque style, his vocals so clear but so gruff, those guitar harmonies, the creative intro and chip-tuney bridge…. this literally gives me chills and is so much better than the original. I encourage anyone reading this to go check out his own original music under the name Jump Cut. It sounds just like this but with Michael’s own songs, shedding the limitations of the musical simpleton Walter songs. Also, check out the full Walter X album on Spotify! What a talented dude…

Curling - Genkai Trip

Curling released their MNE album “Definitely Band” this year and the musical arrangements / song structures absolutely floored me. Genkai Trip is a song that got left off the album, but lives on through GP! Singer / guitarist Bernie Gelman noted “There's some pretty wacky guitar overdubs where Jojo and I each doubled some guitar parts while the other person was playing with the trem on the guitar, so you get this really weird detuning effect.” and yup that is Curling in a nutshell for you. Always excited to play around with gear and recording techniques that are way beyond my level. I think this is an extremely underrated band and highly encourage the world to check out Definitely Band on spotify!

Ali Muhareb - DIY Hell

Ali? What the hell did you even make this song? It’s intriguing in the verses and then when the chorus busts out it sounds like if Dough Martsch were an up and coming artist in Portland in 2018. I actually had to text Ali to ask what these guitar sounds were and, if anyone is interested, he responded, “I compressed two guitars together through a virtual amp. And they’re both running through this sick pedal I got called the Data Corrupter.” For sure Ali! Thanks for a bad ass tune.

Dakota Loesch - Don’t Solve My Mysteries

I’ve been listening to a lot of Dakota’s music (solo, Animal City, Lemp Lungs) recently. I keep coming back to it, and its not a mystery. After hundreds of songs in his pocket, songs like “Don’t Solve My Mysteries” still sound musically and lyrically fresh, like Dakota has never had writer’s block in his life. When I listen to his music, I feel like it vicariously breaks down my own creative barriers. For instance when I first heard this song and he dropped the hook “just don’t solve all mysterious” I had that knee-jerk urge to ditch what I was doing and go write a poem or something. His will to create is just that contagious. Combine that with the Casio-keyboard bedroom drum machine vibe that I love so much about his songs like “The Basmati Rice” and you have a 10/10 GP banger.

Jerbear - Nowhere Girl

Jerbear is Jeremy Murphy (Teal & Jer, Riled, so many) and he is the king of a few things: weird bad guitar tones, asymmetrical organic song structures, rad lyrics that I never understand, and a voice that is universally loved. He stole my heart with Cranberries in the Cosmos on a previous GP, but I think Nowhere Girl takes the cake. Jer- when do we get the full solo album? Please don’t fall into the category of GP lost wonders. You’re not too shabby at this music thing!

Hemingway - Catch My Cool

Catch My Cool is a B-side from Hemingway’s You Will Never Be Happy.

I played drums in Hemingway at this time and I always vibed that Benny didn’t really like the way this song came out int he studio. I don’t get why? That vocal melody, soft sad and surfy guitar leads… it makes me wanna hold hands with a girl on Christmas Eve while walking down some bougie street looking at Christmas Lights. It sounds like a Starflyer 59 worship track and I love it for that. Benny, you made a mistake. This song should have made the album.

Alex Maddox - The Hypocrit’s Dilemma

I’ve heard Alex play this song when we get together to jam, and he always laughs it off as a Walter Mitty rip off song. But honestly, this is what I wish WMAHMO would write about if we made a folk punk record today. If you listen to this song knowing that Alex Maddox was a guy who quit his high paying job to travel Europe in his van, surfing and skating and working on farms, the lyrics to this song are way more wanna-be Walter Mitty. The song depicts a transformation in his paradigm and is completely raw, authentic, and sincere. Alex inspires me to chase a wholesome life that is designed for and by myself, rather than the obvious and sterile template that is provided for us, and this song exemplifies that 1000%.

Uncle Uncle - Nira (I’m Alive)

We played with Uncle Uncle last year in Santa Barbara and I honestly think we should have opened for them. They are actually a good band, both live and recorded. Stylish, friendly, and comically laid back- they might be the quintessential Santa Barbara band. A semi-new band, Uncle Uncle is gaining momentum quickly, and I won’t be surprised when the day comes that Kevin and Dom big time me on State st. Til then, I’m just glad I get to claim that they were on a Group Picture.

Humphrey Orlando - Set U Free

Ah, Humphrey. No, Humphrey accompanied by Toast. Two legends as old as MNE itself. What is there to say? I could listen to their wandering ballads til I fall into the Big Sleep, and still the melodies linger on…

#group picture #group picture volume 8 #making new enemies

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puckinginsane · 7 years ago

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@nealersegs918 asked for a fluffy/cuddly Tyler Seguin imagine about him coming home from a tough road trip and he wants to snuggle, so I wrote one.

Twelve days. It’s been twelve days since Tyler’s been home. Twelve days, six games. They’ve had six games in a row on the road. Twelve days, six games, and four losses. To say this road trip was a disaster would be an understatement. Not only did they lose 4 games out of 6, they got slaughtered. They didn’t play well at all. It was terrible.

When I got a text from Tyler that he needed me to be at his house for when he got home I knew I had to cancel the plans I had so I could be here for him. It’s not uncommon, I always drop everything for him because when I need him he is always there for me. He’s become one of my best friends and I’ve become his. I’m not sure I know what I could possibly do to make him feel better after what happened over the past twelve days, but I know I can be supportive and an ear to listen to so that’s what I’m going to do.

I’m used to Tyler getting home at 2 or 3 in the morning, but they had an extra day so they flew back on an off day and not after the game this time. It’s always a struggle to stay up and wait for him so I’m very happy he will be getting home earlier tonight. I’ve been back and forth from my house to here, taking care of his dogs while he’s been away. I am looking forward to him being home. I miss him when he’s away.

Three dogs heads pop up at the sound of jingling keys outside of the front door. I look up from my phone. Marshall, Cash, and Gerry jump off of the couch and make their way to the door to wait for Tyler to open it and greet them. The door opens and he slips in and places his suitcase and carry on bag on the floor. “Heeeey, boys.” He squats down and pets them all as he lets them shower his face with kisses. He looks up and over at me. “Hey. I’ll go over there and give you a hug if they let me.”

“Take your time. They’ve been waiting to see you and make you feel better this whole time.”

“What about you? Haven’t you been waiting to see me?”

“Yeah, but I have more patience than they do.”

After the boys have had enough and start to meander back to their spots on the couch Tyler stands up and walks over to where I’m sitting. He leans down and hugs me tightly and I hug him back. He stands up straight, pulling me off the couch, and rests his head on my shoulder as we continue to hug. He lets out a long sigh. It’s been such a rough two weeks. I feel so bad for him.

He finally lets go of me and walks back to where he left his luggage and grabs it. “I’m going to put this stuff upstairs, get changed, and I’ll be right down.”

“Ok, Ty.”

Tyler goes upstairs and I sit on the couch and wait for him. I put Netflix on so we can watch a movie. I’ve been watching Food Network and he always teases me about it. It’s always “For the amount of Food Network you watch you think you’d at least be a little good at cooking.” I’d smack him if it wasn’t true. I am a terrible cook.

Once he finishes getting changed he comes back into the living room to join me on the couch. He looks so comfortable in his grey sweatpants and t-shirt, both from Adidas. He looks like a walking catalog photo.

“Don’t you look comfy,” I say as he walks over to me. “Could you have any more Adidas stuff on?”

“I’ll ask them to send you some stuff if you want.” He sits on the couch next to me. “Sneakers too if you’re really good.” He nudges me a few times with his elbow.

“I’m always good.”

“Yeah, ok. Who are you trying to fool?” He smirks.

I roll my eyes and decide to ignore his attempt to rile me up. “I didn’t pick a movie. I figured I should leave that up to you.”

“I’m honestly not in the mood to watch anything.” He takes the remote out of my hand, turns the TV off, and puts it down on the coffee table in front of us.

“I know you hate talking hockey at home but you know you can always vent to me.”

“It’s the last thing I want to talk about.”

“I figured.”

He grabs a pillow from behind his back, places it down in my lap, and rests his head on it while he lies down on his back and looks up at me. “It’s like I forgot how to play or something.”

“You. Just you.”

“Yes. Me.”

“You had three goals and four assists.”

“Those numbers don’t matter if we don’t win.” He is always so hard on himself, especially when things are going wrong.

“But it’s not just you.”

“I’m a veteran, a leader, and that fucking Ovi goal was sure as hell my fault.”

“Do you even hear yourself? He’s the best goal scorer in the league.”

“So what? It was still my fault. He never should have gotten into position. I was flat footed and zoned out or something.”

“It happens.” He rolls his eyes at me and looks away. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t.” He folds his arms across his chest. I begin to run my fingers through his soft hair, something I’ve gotten into the habit of doing ever since he started growing his hair longer. He looks back up at me and half smiles. I love doing it and I think he likes it too. “I’m just glad I’m home. It feels like I’ve been gone for a month.”

“I’ve been holding down the fort while you were gone. It’s so quiet without you here, though.” I smile at my subtle teasing.

“You miss my big mouth when I’m gone. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I just like that you admit you have a big mouth.”

“What about you the other day? ‘Oh, Tyler, I miss you. I wish you were home. We need to hang out again.’” He says in the worst female voice I’ve ever heard, mocking me.

“I don’t sound like that!” He giggles uncontrollably. “I’m going to smother you with that pillow.”

“You wouldn’t,” he pouts.

“Only because the boys would miss you too much.”

“And you.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m already having a horrible week, don’t make it worse by smothering me.”

I pretend to think about it. “Ok, I’ll let you live this time.”

“Thank you.” He takes his phone out of his pocket, looks at it for a few seconds, and puts it back into his pocket. “What were you up to while I was gone?”

“We talked almost every day. You already know.”

“Tell me anyway. I’m tired of talking. I just want to close my eyes and listen to the sound of your voice.” He settles deeper into the pillow and closes his eyes.

I continue to stroke his hair as I tell him about the past two weeks I’ve had without him. The past two weeks he already knows about. He keeps his eyes closed but I know he’s awake and listening because every once in a while he would nod along to what I’m saying.

I tell him about my week of hell at work, a stressful time when I really wished he was home to take my mind off of it. He did the next best thing, though, he FaceTimed me and made me laugh. He always knows just what to do to cheer me up. I tell him about the night I stayed over with the boys and I woke up to Gerry’s head on the pillow next to me. It startled me and made me jump. Gerry apologized by licking my face for 5 minutes straight. I tell him about my nephew’s birthday party and how he wouldn’t stop asking about him. Tyler smiles at my retelling of that story from this past weekend. He’s so great with kids and my nephew absolutely loves him.

“I’ll make it up to him. I promise,” he says, still with his eyes closed.

“You don’t have to. He understands that you’re busy and can’t always be around.”

He opens his eyes and sits up, looking at me. “But I want to.” He looks at his watch. “I should get going to bed. Can you stay over?”

“Yeah, of course.”

We walk upstairs with a parade of dogs following behind us. I start to turn into the spare room I usually stay in.

“Can you stay in my bed tonight? I need cuddles.”

It’s not too unusual for Tyler to ask me to join him in bed for cuddles, but it’s usually when he’s drunk and feeling extra needy.

“Yeah, I’ll be right in. I’m going to change real quick.”

I am here so often to take care of the dogs that I have some clothes that I keep here, including pajamas, so I close the door behind me and change. As I change into my pajama pants and oversized Stars shirt that Tyler gave me to sleep in I hear puppy whimpers outside the door. Gerry wants in. I finish getting dressed, open the door, and he walks in and jumps onto the bed.

“I’m not sleeping in here tonight, Gerry, let’s go.” I begin walking and he stays put. I turn around and he cocks his head to the side, confused. “Come on, boy, sleepover in daddy’s room tonight.” I start to walk away again and this time he joins me.

Tyler is already settled in bed when I get into his room. He smiles when he sees me. I get in bed with him before the dogs take my spot. He’s sitting up with his back against the headboard scrolling around on his phone. He mutters something to himself and shakes his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye as he notices I’m watching him. “I don’t know why I.bother looking.”

I assume he’s talking about Twitter. He has a bad habit of looking himself up on social media, even more so when they’ve done poorly. “Am I going to have to take the phone away from you? I tell you all of the time that stuff is toxic for your mind.”

He places the phone down on the bedside table and rests his head on my shoulder. “No, I’m done.”

I wrap my arm around him and rub my hand up and down his back for comfort. I don’t actually believe he’s done when he says he’s done. He’s addicted. “Why don’t we lay down? Forget about what they’re all saying. They don’t know what they’re talking about.” He nods in agreement.

I scooch down and lie on my back. Tyler rests his head on my chest and throws his leg over mine to snuggle extra close. I hold him close to me and I can feel him relax under my touch.

“Thank you for always putting up with me,” he sleepily mumbles.

“You know I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here making sure you’re ok.”

“I don’t know how you do it sometimes. I can be quite the pain in the ass.”

“That’s for sure.”

“Hey! You’re not supposed to agree with me,” he whines.

“I only speak the truth.” My habit returns as my hand makes its way up his back and I begin to twirl the curly ends of his hair around my finger.

“I guess.”

“You know you’re one of my favorite people.”

He smiles. “I can always count on you to make me feel better.”

“That’s what friends are for.”

“Yeah, but it’s more than that.”

“It is?”

“You’re always there for me. And you always know what to say or do to make me feel better. I swear you know me better than I know myself. I know it’s so fucking cliche to say that, but it’s true. You have the biggest heart and you waste it all on me.”

“I wouldn’t say I waste it.”

“I know you were supposed to go out on a date tonight. You’ve been talking about it for two weeks. But here you are, listening to me babble about how much I need you.”

I look at him. “What?”

“This is what I want all of the time.”

“Did you get hit in the head with a puck or something? Elbow perhaps?”

“I’m being serious.”

“What exactly are you saying?” I ask. This line of talk is not like Tyler at all. Sure, he gets sappy sometimes, but it’s nothing like this.

“I’m saying I always want you to be here when I come home from a shitty roadtrip, or a great one. I just always want you to be here with me. We should be together as more than friends. I’d be stupid to let you date anyone else.”

“Let me, huh?”

“I mean, I have you here with me right now. I’d be a fool not to ask you to be exclusive.”

I laugh. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word.”

“The one time in my life I am serious about something, and you want to make jokes.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never heard you talk like this before. It’s hard to believe you’re serious.”

“Forget it. Forget I said anything,” he snaps.

“I’m not going to forget it, Tyler, but if you’re joking around I’m going to be so pissed.”

“It’s done. Over with. No more.”

“But I want to be exclusive too.”

A smile slowly creeps across his face. “You do?”

“I do.”

He smiles a toothy smile from ear to ear. My favorite smile. “Great. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Tyler has never been the one to want to be in any kind of committed relationship, let alone an exclusive one. This is all coming out of left field but I’m not going to question it. I’m not going to deny that this is something I have thought about. It’s just something I thought would never happen.

“We’ve had a connection from the moment we met. It was bound to happen.”

“I suppose you’re right. Even though I hate to admit when you’re right.”

“Which is all of the time.” He smirks.

I glare at him. “Don’t push it.”

“You know, there’s only one thing left to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss you.”

I smile. He props himself up on his side and runs his hand through my hair before cupping the back of my head and pulling me in for a kiss. He kisses my lips softly. This is something I admit I’ve wondered what it would be like, but never acted on. Something I never thought would happen. Something I never thought I would let happen. I never wanted to be one of those girls he’d use when he needed a lay then throw away.

We’ve been friends ever since we met three years ago, nothing more. Even during all of those drunken nights he’s never made a move. Our friendship meant too much to him. I’ve been there for him since day one and he’s been there for me. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe that I am so lucky to say that I get to date my best friend.

He kisses me a few times, not wanting to stop. We both pull apart with smiles on our faces. He hugs me before settling back in where he was, head on my chest and his leg wrapped around me. I could lie like this forever.

“This is exactly what I needed. I always feel better when you hold me.”

“It’s exactly what I needed too.” I kiss his forehead. “Get some sleep.” I turn off the lamp on my bedside table and the room goes dark. “Good night, Tyler.”

I can hear Tyler let out a long sigh but it’s different from his sigh earlier. This is one of comfort and relief. “Good night.” He pauses for a few moments. “I love you.”

He can’t see but I have the biggest smile on my face. He doesn’t use that word lightly. I’ve only ever heard him say it to his family. He’s been saving it for someone special. Someone that deserves to hear it from him. Someone that when he says it to them, he means it with everything that he is. Me. He’s been saving it for me. “I love you too, Ty.”

#tyler seguin imagine #one shot #hockey imagine #puckingwrites

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