#i did finally watch the first one on netflix with my sis

[electricea]

also before i go and be good and productive can someone tell me the smile films don't also scare the shit out of them - everyone around me is so hyped for smile 2 and i'm like oh god, that creepy smile.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Hugs | Dream Headcanon #12

Headcanon: Types of Hugs

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: ~1.2k

Author's Note: Just felt like writing something mushy-gushy today. I've actually been working on my next Jaemin fic, but it's taking longer than anticipated to finish it. I know I've written something similar to this topic for the Dreamies before. But I think hugs with NCT Dream deserved it's own post. Hope you guys like it ^ ^

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mark

Hugs with Mark weren’t particularly special, but they always felt like home. It was the feeling you got when you’d come over after a long day of work or classes, and he'd greet you at the front door. The way his arms would open up for you always brought a smile to your face. In his embrace, he’d kiss your forehead before asking how your day went.

It was the feeling you got whenever he returned from performing overseas, and the sight of him made you want to burst into tears. Running into each other’s arms in an almost bone-crushing embrace, he would softly murmur into your shoulder about how much he missed you during his time away. In response, you’d say you missed him too and hug him back tightly.

It was the feeling you got when you’d be in bed together, lying in each other’s arms as you talked about your dreams. His eyes would reflect so much endearment as he whispered that he loved you. Overwhelmed, you’d nestle against his chest with watery eyes. Mark Lee will forever be your home.

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renjun

Hugs with Renjun are shy at first, where one of you is anxiously waiting for the other to make the initial move. But once the awkwardness faded, hugs with Renjun were incredibly warm. They’re the type to make you feel all fuzzy on the inside.

Oftentimes you guys would hug after being separated for a while, and finally being able to be in each other’s arms is both refreshing and comforting at the same time. Then the two of you’d pull away slightly to look at each other with lovesick grins on your face, before hugging again.

Sometimes hugs served as a reconciliation after you guys fought. Once his arms wrapped around your waist, the anger would slowly dissipate. He’d hold you tightly as if you might disappear any second. Regardless of the frustrations that might have sparked the conflict, those comforting hugs were a reminder of how much you loved one another.

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jeno

Hugs with Jeno tended to catch you off guard. You would be in the kitchen cooking dinner, or putting on makeup before your date. And he’d come up from behind and back hug you. The first few times he did this, your head would turn in surprise. You’d meet his loving gaze, making you laugh because he was utterly adorable. Even after years of being together, his back hugs never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

If you were cooking, you’d occasionally hold a spoon up to let him taste and he’d let you know if the dish needed more of a specific ingredient. When you were putting on makeup, he’d peacefully watch through the mirror and compliment you once you finished. If you tried to pull away too soon, he’d get all pouty. Then with a sigh, you’d lean back in his embrace and Jeno was happy.

If he was feeling extra clingy, he’d plant a few kisses on your cheek. Sometimes he’d come back from working out or a long day of schedules, and he’d seek solace in you. Even though he tried to hide it, you could tell by the way he sank into you that he was exhausted. In those moments, you’d spin around to hug him properly, squeezing in as much comfort as you could. Regardless of the circumstances, hugs with Jeno radiated a sense of security and contentment.

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haechan

Hugs with Haechan were something else, because every time he hugged you, it felt as though he’d been touch-starved for months. It doesn’t matter if you’re doing homework or scrolling through Netflix to find a movie. If Haechan wanted a hug, he was getting a hug.

He’ll be sitting beside you making grabby hands as if he were a two-year-old. While this action made you roll your eyes, it didn’t stop you from settling down into his lap. He’d smile victoriously and he’d quickly pull you even closer.

Haechan would nuzzle his face into your neck, causing you to giggle because the sensation tickled. You almost felt like a pet with how much he smothered you with affection. Then you’d hear him sniff before asking if you had used the perfume he bought you not too long ago. When you replied yes, his smile would grow and he’d snuggle into you even more. You honestly couldn’t get enough of clingy Haechan.

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jaemin

Hugs with Jaemin made you feel like the most loved person in the world. They were the definition of true comfort. Whether you were excited about something or feeling depressed, Jaemin seized every opportunity to draw you into his arms. His overflowing affection spoke volumes, something you could never get tired of.

The gentle squeeze around your waist and the comforting rest of his chin on your shoulder warmed your heart in so many ways. Sometimes it was hard for you to grasp how one person could have such an abundance of love. He never failed to express that he loved you, both physically and verbally.

Jaemin loved it even more if you hugged him first. As someone who liked skinskip, he’d be over the moon when you’d open up your arms for him, inviting him into a warm embrace. He’d speak in a baby voice as he rambled about how cute you were to him. Honestly, you could never get enough of Jaemin’s hugs and you cherished every single one of them.

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chenle

Hugs with Chenle were playful, but they expressed his genuine fondness for you. Those light-hearted embraces often occur when you find yourself embarrassed, or annoyed at his teasing. He took delight in the adorable sight of your cheeks turning rosy, responding with a laugh as he hugged you tightly. 

In public settings, Chenle was the type to casually have one arm draped over your waist or around your shoulders. These gestures were remarkably subtle, seamlessly blending into the natural dynamics of being a couple. Occasionally the two of you’d exchange loving glances, and he’d smile when your head rested on his shoulder.

But hugs with Chenle could also take a more serious tone. Whenever you were going through a hard time, he stood right by your side with open arms. He could discern whether you needed reassuring words or simply a shoulder to cry on. This was one of the things about Chenle that made you love him so much. He was the perfect balance of having fun and providing a comforting presence in times of distress.

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jisung

Hugs with Jisung were like an unspoken language between the two of you. On a normal basis, neither of you was super affectionate. Of course, you guys kissed and liked to cuddle in the evening. But not nearly as much as other couples might. However, when you and Jisung did share a hug, there was this sentiment attached to them, carrying a depth of meaning that was indescribable.

Perhaps you had a bad day at school or work, and maybe he did too. Upon meeting, a single glance was all it took before you gravitated toward each other. No words needed to be said as the two of you held one another, allowing the oxytocin to release freely. Those hugs always lasted a little longer than they should.

Jisung was laughably taller than you, which was perfect because you could bury your face in his chest. His chin naturally found its place atop your head, while his thumb traced soothing circles on your back. Sometimes the two of you cried during those moments, and your bodies trembled in each other’s arms. Yet, those instances where you could openly express your emotions were exactly what both of you needed.

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[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 7

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

You scanned the room, taking in the cozy living room with a pair of couches and a television that sat above an old fireplace made of stone. It made way to a quaint, rustic kitchen where the aroma of Joel's cooking washed over you.

"Smells good in here." You eyed the table for two he had set up, complete with glasses of red wine. "This looks amazing."

"Well, why don't we stop the tour here for now." Joel said, "Are you hungry?"

"Very." You admitted.

He continued to tow you by the hand toward the table and the two of you sat down across from one another.

Joel lifted his glass and you smiled, doing the same. "To new beginnings?"

"I like that." You nodded. "To new beginnings." When your glasses tapped together you each took a sip. You watched him intently as he took his and smiled to yourself. "Thank you for this."

"You're welcome." Joel reached for his fork. "Thank you for.. bringing me back to life." He began to twirl a bite of spaghetti and you dug in to your plate.

After your first bite you looked to him. "Did you make the sauce?"

He nodded. "My grandmother's recipe. I was spoiled growing up." Joel gave a grin, "Ragu just didn't cut it."

"It's really good." You nodded in approval with half a bite still in your mouth. "Like, really good."

He chuckled and continued to eat. "I'm glad you like it."

"So, how long have you worked at the garage?" You asked him.

"This is year thirteen for me," Joel explained. "Ronnie hired me in my late 20s. I kind of bounced around from job to job before then."

"Did you always like working on cars?"

He nodded. "I started off doing oil changes and a little bit of the easier stuff on my parents cars and my own. And then I really got into it in high school and learned the trade a bit better."

"That's awesome."

"And you said you're almost done with nursing school?"

You nodded. "Almost. Then I can finally start making some real money. I should've just done nursing for my undergrad. It would've been a lot cheaper."

"What'd you get your bachelor's in?"

"Journalism." You gave a laugh. "I couldn't find a job and I always thought about nursing, so I went back." You shrugged.

"Good for you." Joel nodded. "Where ever you end up they'll be lucky to have you. You really care about people. I think that's rare."

You shrugged. "I just have to pass all my tests and practicals."

"You will." Joel sipped his wine again. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry you were upset about me while you were at work."

"No, I just.. I just had too much time to think about what you've gone through and.." you shrugged to end the thought.

"I don't like seeing you so upset.. especially over me."

"Well, I'm not upset now." You smiled at him across the table.

"Me either."

You both sipped on your wine again and finished up your plates of spaghetti, talking about family and friends and life in general. It was light and easy.

"I'll get that," Joel offered when you were finished.

"Oh, thank you." You rose to your feet to help him clean up a bit and then topped off your wine glasses.

"Movie?" He asked when you handed him back the wine glass. "Or will you turn into a pumpkin if you're not home by a certain time?"

You smiled at the Cinderella reference. "No curfew for me."

"Good."

You headed into the living room and kicked off your shoes to get comfortable on the couch beside him. When his arm draped behind you, you took it as an invitation to snuggle against him.

Joel immediately pulled you in closer as he began to scan Netflix for something to watch. "You want something scary?" He asked, clicking on the horror section.

"Anything is fine." You smiled as he moved through some of the titles. "Ohh I heard that one is supposed to be good."

"Which one?"

"Sick it's called. Winnie watched it with her boyfriend. I think it's like a Covid slasher."

Joel turned to you and after a brief pause you both started to laugh.

"Okay, I made that sound really ridiculous," you admitted, though he pressed play to get it started.

"I'll take your word for it." Joel chuckled and set the remote down, took one sip of wine and then took a deep breath as the movie started.

You rested your head on the highest part of his chest and draped an arm across his midsection. Your hand found a gap in his clothes, between his pants and shirt, and you let your fingers dance across the warmth of his skin while the brutal opening scene of the movie almost made you close your eyes.

Joel chuckled at your reaction and tightened his arm around you.

"We don't have to watch it," he said.

"No, I like these," you informed him, "I'm just jumpy." Your hand snaked up the bottom of his shirt a little more and you sensed his body tense up a little.

Joel turned to you when you did that and you slowly tilted your eyes up to look back at him. He focused on your mouth, then back to your eyes again and then back to you mouth.

You swallowed hard when he said your name so softly that you weren't even sure if his mouth moved as he said it. You didn't have time to respond as your hand left where it rested on his abdomen and glided through his hair. At the same moment his lips connected fiercely with yours.

The kiss instantly became intense. Deep and dominating and full of something that had never been there before. It was full of feeling; full of hope and lust all in one neat package.

You laid back onto the length of the couch as he slid his body on top of yours. Making out with him like this was even better than it had been out by his motorcycle.

You drew your hands up the back of his shirt, forcing him to duck out of it and let it fall to the floor. The push of his clothed erection between your legs made you moan and gasp and sink your fingers into his bare shoulders.

"Mmm," you whined. "Joel, I want you." You knew you sounded desperate but you didn't care. You had never been this needy for a man in your life.

He pushed back onto his knees, reaching for the band of your pants. You gave him permission with your eyes while pushing down at his hands, encouraging him to do exactly what he had started.

Joel's chest heaved with a deep breath and he swallowed hard when his eyes landed on the black panties Jessie had suggested you wear when packing. You mentally thanked her for that and then all thoughts of Jessie or anyone else left your mind when Joel's fingers eagerly dragged those panties off, tossing them to the side.

And then his mouth collided fiercely with yours again as he set about doing things with fingers that had you grabbing a fistful of his hair.

"Joel," you whispered his name amidst a chorus of whimpers and he devoured your mouth again, leaving you breathless. You almost couldn't take the pleasure.

The smacking of your lips against his was the only sound aside from his heavy breathing.

"I want you," he choked out, echoing your words as he kissed the tops of your breasts.

Your eyes were practically rolling in the back of your head and your thighs were trembling. It was bittersweet relief when he removed his fingers from between your legs.

You pushed a hand down on his lower back and then attempted to shove his pants down off his hips. Living out this moment was all you could think about all day.

Joel pushed back to a seated position, arching his hips so he could free himself from his pants. You drank him in sitting there, half undone already as your body lingered in heat from the absence of him. You sat up and reached for him as he tossed his jeans away.

Joel intercepted your pursuit of him and pulled you onto his lap. He moaned into your mouth again when you picked up where you left off. Your bare lower half grinded against his tented boxerbriefs as you made out with him.

A second later he fulfilled your daydreams when he freed his erection and guided your hips to align with him. You couldn't even wait a second. You lowered yourself down onto him as he wrapped his arms around your bare back and pulled you back in for a passionate kiss.

You moaned, feeling him fill you completely. Joel whispered your name again and his panting breaths landed against your open mouth as you moved on top of him.

The strength of what was building was staggering; mind-blowing. Your body was going to be blown away to dust, to thousand little shards of pleasure when this hit. If he stopped, you'd cry. Cry and beg..

Never. Never in your life had sex felt so intense that your body and mind lost all self-control. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold anything back.

With every muscle drawn taut, you came. It was almost too much. Almost. You held Joel harder than ever, stiffening your body and nearly convulsing from the pleasure. You weren't sure how many times his name left your mouth.

In that same moment, as you continued to ride out your orgasm, you caressed him and absorbed him until he finished inside of you. Joel was a raw, sweaty, panting mess with his hair pulled in all directions from your relentless pursuit of him. His palms pressed against your sweaty back and he hugged your body against his as he basked in the afterglow of your love-making.

He pulled back with tenderness and gratitude, toying with your own wild hair and rested a hand on your cheek. Joel kissed you firmly again with his eyes shut and exhaled out loud.

"You are amazing," he murmured.

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[pens-and-gems]

The Wish Chapter 1 Preview

Hey everyone, this post is a preview to my upcoming story titled The Wish. Kinda inspired by my own life, it's about a high schooler, stressed out with her family and school both, wishes that she never existed. Unfortuntately, the wish comes true and now, she must not only get her life back, but also learn to appreciate the small stuff.

Anyways, here's a preview for Chapter !~ Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Scheduling

Thursday, 7:00AM:

7:20AM-Have Breakfast with Family

7:30AM-Board School Bus

7:50AM-Chew Mint-Flavored Sugar Free Gum to Prevent Bad Breath

7:55AM-Get to First Period, Start School

8:00AM-2:50PM-Start School

3:00PM-Fencing Practice

4:00PM-Board Bus to Take Me Home

4:30-6:30PM-Study for AP Chemistry Test

6:35PM-Dinner at the Pretensions'

7:00PM-Get Wilbur to Bed

7:30PM-8:30PM-Finish Book Report on Fahrenheit 451

8:35PM-Get Ready for Bed

8:45PM-Watch Netflix until 9

9:00PM-Bed time!

Extra Notes:

*Pre-Calculus Test Tomorrow

*Spanish 3 Honors Project Due Next Friday

*History Oral Report on WWII Next Monday.

*Fencing Tournament Saturday at 1PM-4PM

"There, my schedule for tomorrow is complete." I said in relief as I sat in my desk in my room on  a Wednesday Night, waiting for the day to completely end, so I can finally start a new one. My school counselor suggested  to me that I should start scheduling my tasks, so I can balance both my school and home life since I tend to be really busy with classes, fencing, and babysitting. Basically, the typical responsibilities almost every seventeen-year-old would have when they're almost done with high school.The truth is, I didn't always like doing these tasks. In fact, I only do them so I can prove myself to them. Them as in my folks; also known as my parents.

You see, my parents are very busy when it comes to their jobs. My mother, Barbara works late as a nurse while my father, Jonathan is a graveyard worker at the hotel downtown. So my siblings and I don't tend to see them often; especially my younger ones: Harold, Bethany or "Betty" as she preferred, and Wilbur. Futhermore, my two older siblings, Wendy and Steven, who are college students, are usually the ones in charge; despite their busy hours of studying. I guess they got use to it so much that they even began to act like Mom and Dad themselves. My oldest sister, Wendy at twenty-three last week had me clean the kitchen from head to toe and whenever I missed a pot or did something wrong, she would snap at me and tell me to do it again. In fact, she would complain about how "that's not how Mom would want it done!" I can still hear her obnoxious shriek in my ears.

Just as I was about to shut off the light and hit the hay, a knock was heard. I groaned to myself and told them to come in.

"Hello baby sister," Wendy greeted me in the most fake loving tone ever.

"Even the deadliest of all killers could fake that." She ignored my sarcasm.

"I know you don't like being bothered, especially this late at night," she continuned.

"It's only two hours and fifty three minutes until midnight, but talk." Wendy rolled her eyes at my deadpan remark. "Anyways, there's been a state of emergency at the hospital tonight. Mom's gonna be busy for the next two nights, and Dad's most likely gonna sleep in. So be prepared, sis. You might have to set up to watch the little ones longer than expected."

"WHAT?!" I began to freak out and flip through my agenda. "But that totally messes up my schedule!" I tried to show her.

UPDATE: 1/11/24

Fixed and edited some mistakes that a friend from Discord helped me out with.

[honeyxgang]

im slowly being forced outta retirement bc nobody is writing the fic ideas i have in my head so to start here’s some waka headcanons. mostly sfw but gets spicy toward the end so yktv mdni

Short King Waka Headcanons 🤲

SFW

doesnt just like trolling people, he can also be very playful

actually did really well in school just didnt like going relatable

shit almost went left in his youth with alcohol but his friends helped him through shoutout to the final timeline

loves kissing and his favorite feature on a potential love interest is lips so hope you’ve been hydrating. bonus points if you have on a gloss instead of lipstick. the shine catches his attention

is eternally grateful to rihanna for fenty gloss he’s now willing to go to war for her

if he really likes someone he gives them a nickname

is very physically affectionate. hugs, cuddles, holding hands, etc he doing allat

since he has an oral fixation he actually takes really good care of his teeth + makes sure his lips are always moisturized

aka straight, white teeth + and a literal perfect smile 😩

wears cologne. he smells delicious. probably the mixture of the cologne and pheromones

doesnt enter into romantic relationships often instead being more likely to flirt casually with absolutely no intention of it going anywhere/the occasional one night stand

believes in letting girls down gently if they do catch feels though

team his parents are alive. no sibs though

gets mistaken for a child me too

has a motorcycle and a car (i see him as a man with money idc idc idc)

deflee into rap, hip hop, and r&b

comes off very very very aloof until he gets to know someone. he’s not shy through

some girls are disappointed to get to know him and find out he’s not even the stereotypical bad boy/fuckboy. dude watches documentaries and enjoys learning new things and is completely unashamed of that and would probably be first to apologize in a fight. his version of netflix & chill is him putting on a wwii documentary and you not being there

that’s one way to pique his interest though teach him something he didnt know before

wears other jewelry too (necklace, bracelet)

the type of bf who would lose his mind if you got a necklace with his name or initials

very laidback and slow to anger

he fought in his youth because he was targeted for his height. then he kept fighting bc he liked throwing his weight around 🤷‍♀️

hates bugs to the point where he might make you go kill whatever has got in 😐

could use some work with verbal communication (“im glad manjiro died” cmon bruh. ik that happened in one of the fucked up timelines however im sure he still sucks bc he only talks to 3 people)

by that i mean he can come off sounding harsh af when that’s not his intention. unfortunately he’s a straight arrow. hope you have tough skin

NSFW

keeping in line w black twitter’s “dudes w the best d” ranking since he is both skinny and short he is hung like a horse that’s where his height went and knows what he’s doing when laying pipe 🤌

high school was a very horny time for him

you would not fucking guess that just by looking at him and idk where he tucks his third leg

seriously theres always a moment of silence when he gets his pants off. whoever is about to have their spine realigned is like 👀 and he’s just sitting there like 😏

tripod is long and thick good luck sis 🫡

doesn’t do one night stands often or at his place bc once somebody gets a taste they’re ready to commit to his dick marriage

uses condoms bc he’s not ready for fatherhood. if he doesn’t have any he’s not penetrating. yall can do oral though

1000/10 in bed because he likes eating pussy AND will fold you into the mattress 🧎‍♀️

loves getting his dick sucked and he 100% believes in dsl’s 🫦

they gotta look natural though. he has a grudge against kylie jenner for influencing so many people to get botched lip injections 😒

he’s gonna watch bc the way somebody lips stretch to fit him + get all red and plump from putting in work? >>>>>>>

100% the type to grab hair

and the headboard

also will push your knees to your chest if yall in missionary seriously he’s small but man’s is strong

comes to the slow conclusion that he’s an ass man and therefore loves anything from behind

if you’re sending nudes gon head and send something in a thong or g string. if you haven’t heard from him in a few days he might call you

will spank you. just be ready for that

believes life is too short for bad sex and therefore is permanently on demon time 😮‍💨

you’re going to question all of your life choices once youve survived finished. also good luck walking

maybe take a day off work

in conclusion i am down bad

[blbambeyond-nonblblog-hyd-mg-bof]

Hana Yori Dango-Boys Over Flowers & Meteor Garden

2nd Male Lead

Admittedly this is one of my favorite stories. Yes, it's toxic af but I love every version listed here and every interpretation of the 2nd Male Lead. As I already did a post on the ML (Male Lead) & FL (Female Lead) Let's Meet all versions of the man that turned the head of the female lead before the Male Lead stole her heart. With out further ado the 2nd Male Lead

Number 1: Meet the very first live 2nd Male Lead Hanawaza Rui. The year was 1995. The country was Japan where the story originated. And it was a movie version. Unknown and not very popular I still respect it. Hanawaza Rui was played by NAOHITO FUJIKI

Number 2: Meet the very first series version 2nd Male Lead Hauze Lei. The year was 2001. The country was Taiwan. A name change to METEOR GARDEN. A very success series with 19 episodes and a sequel. Hauze Lei was played by VIC ZHOU.

Number 3: Meet the 1st Series Version from Japan. The Year was 2005. Hana Yori Dango (now called by its loose translation BOYS OVER FLOWERS) followed by Hana Yori Dango Returns and a movie finale. The 2nd Male Lead was back to Hanazawa Rui and he was played by OGURI SHUN

Number 4: Meet South Korea's version of the 2nd Male Lead. And he was a prettyboy. Absolutely gorgeous like the rest. Korea named it's version Yoon Ji Hoo. He came closer to the anime with his hair color. Giving the 2nd Male his own spin and it was successful as the others. Yoon Ji Hoo was played by KIM HYUN JOONG

Number 5: The year was 2018 and China remade Meteor Garden so our 2nd Male Lead went back to Hauze Lei. A remake of Taiwan's version. Again with the hair color choice he highly resembled the anime 2nd Male Lead like the Japan Series and South Korea. This gorgeous version of Hauze Lei was played by DARREN CHEN

Now everyone of these gorgeous guys played the 2nd Male Lead with charisma and charm. All brought their own version brilliantly. Choosing a favorite is virtually impossible because I love them all. Although the 1995 movie version is less known even he was good to me. Even though that version was more satire. I respect his portrayal.

To be honest I did not watch these in order, my interest in Asian entertainment came late as I am from the United States of America. But I've always strayed away from American TV not rejecting it but adding to it. My first introduction to this story was the South Korean one. I adored Lee Min-Ho and his F4 so I then watched his series THE INHERITORS on Netflix (HEIRS) but I later learned there were more versions of Boys Over Flowers so I watched Meteor Garden 2018. I loved Dylan Wang and Shancai and their version but it didn't take away from adoring Lee Min-Ho and the South Korean version. The I watched Hana Yori Dango (the anime) then I watched the 2005 version with Jun Matsumoto. Different from Lee Min-Ho and Dylan Wang but still excellent. One wasn't better than the other. They all shined in their individual interpretation. Then I finally saw Jerry Yan as Daoming Si. And yes Different than the others but just as powerful. I found my favorite in all of them. You gotta understand these were done in different times and eras. And in their time they each ruled as F4 and the poor girl that came and changed their lives. And they changed her. Later I did see the 1995 movie version and thought it was so far fetched but again it was a different time, so I loved it for being the 1st. It set the tone. Each adaptation brought something new. Stepping it up not being better but being exceptional as well in its time.

So, I can't choose a favorite. I LOVE ALL OF THESE ADAPTATIONS.

Hats off to all the Hanazawa Rui, Hauze Lei and Yoon Ji Hoo.

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[madchild-dennis]

Do you know what's a GREAT relief?

MAKING A GREAT SHIT (my sis knows what I'm talking about)

Do you know what is a GREATER relief?

FARTS

Well that's just me. Especially when I have those griping bowel tying gas. Something I used to (I don't seem to have such bad ones anymore in the past 2 years) have in a VERY incapacitating way. I mean SOmetimes I couldn't MOVE. I have to bending myself in such STRANGE way to then FINALLY:

FART

Ok, ya'll might want to end reading now & wondering WHAT IS GOING ON?

So I watched this on Netflix:

Why?

I like knowledge, documentaries and curious.

You see, in it apparently a Dictator or as they call them, a TYRANT made up stories to basically depict himself as superhuman or divine or just simply someone who is so amazing he doesn't poo. He has NO need to go to the bathroom.

Anyway, I am using my father's Netflix & his account (I removed mine from and it's on MY TV so I do NOT care) and saw it as a recommendation. Made me wonder if the meetings at Vale Royal or King's House are dubbing me a TYRANT.

Especially now that I'm all:

"I'M QUEEN...I WILL BE QUEEN OF COUNTRIES...I'M ABOVE THE LAW...I WILL KILL RAHEEM VIOLENTLY if he fucks up ONCE...I WILL KILL ANYONE MYSELF WHO FUCKS WITH ME, MY FAMILY & MY BUSINESSES."

Well I guess based on all that, King Saul, King David, Prophet Samuel and MUCH MORE was a TYRANT. Oh let's keep going. What about King Charles III's ancestors who ALL claim to be anointed by God and went to COUNTRIES AND cause massacres.

Based on that Documentary if I am a TYRANT or on the verge of becoming one. I AM FAILING TERRIBLY.

I did not join the military. I was SO CLOSE THOUGH. If I was Canadian at the age of 18 when I first thought about it seriously or I was younger and didn't return in 2019 and passed. THEN I'd have a different story.

I'm NOT MALE; but there can be an exception.

I do NOT have a circle. I have opinionated easily wavered people around me. BUT NONE that support me FULLY. By my act of taking ownership of my parents home after they came and FUCK UP my life and CONTINUE TO DO SO. A friend of mine barely wants to discuss it much less support my decision.

DAMN I should have thought about my image. Especially of displaying weaknesses and vulnerability, if I was TRYING SO HARD TO BE A TYRANt. DAMN those crying videos or talking about my problems. I should have removed them before talking about having a gold plated gun to shoot people with. Next time I plan to be a tyrant I will plan it out better...

Allowing PEOPLE who betray me to be around me or alive. BRUH you know how how long the bar owner been doing shit. BUT I SMILE AND whatever. Or knowing my neighbours did whatever and I smile with them, ETC. Damn I'll do better at Tyranting...NEXT TIME. Maybe the next life.

Oh shit, I forgot I have the knife I could strike fear even with my neighbours. Why didn't I take out a knife and take the keys they STILL HAVE. OK next time I plan to be a TYRANT I will do so.

BUT WAIT aren't TYRANT MEGA RICH with the capability to bribe or TRY to be mega-rich. WAIT, Why am I trying to make a touched, partially-spoiled chicken breast from my smoke-baked Christmas Chicken edible. It was smoke baked because I ran out of GAS. The FUCK? Why don't I take my TYRANT BILLIONS or MY TYRANTY-SELF AND DEMAND/GO GET MILLIONS/BILLIONS and get fresh food. or buy friends or loyalty or something.

If it's a TYRANT I SEEK TO BE I am FAILING TERRIBLY. Which means I will fall grossly into a terrible DEATH.

Hmmm...but I'm still living...and I jave been attacked by FAR WEALTHIER than me. WHh literally have guns, machinery, tankers, helicopters and MUCH MUCH MORE. I don't even have a house (legally), I don't have a car, just 2 retractable sharp but flimsy knifes I travel with, the kitchen knifes and my 2 arms. That's OUTSIDE OF MY GREATEST WEAPON: GOD. Ok, He's more than a weapon. He's my wealth, my weapon, my shield, my map, my GPS, my head of security, my EVERYTHING who OWNS Everything.

Anyway, outside of the God-factor (The GREATEST factor), if I was a Tyrant, based on the rule book I should be DEAD ALREADY and a laughing stock. WELLL, I was a laughing stock...NOT anymore though; yep.

So what NOW?

Anyway, I STINK and I'm going to go bathe now. BYE

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 6: how's it hanging?

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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"there he is" y/n pointed towards the plumbing van across the street from the building she had stood in front of just yesterday with klaus and five. luther nodded, heading over first, looking through the window. y/n noticed something was off. "is he.. dreaming?" she frowned, glancing at luther who shrugged. she quickly climbed through the back while luther called out to him.

"five!"

"no!" five shouted in his sleep, brows furrowed in distress. he was having a nightmare. y/n gently reached over and held his shoulders, shaking him awake. 

"hey, five" she called softly, and his eyes snapped open, breathing heavily. "hey" she smiled sweetly, watching as he calmed down. luther opened the door, struggling to fit inside.

"you okay?" luther asked when he finally sat down, shutting the door.

"you shouldn't be.. how did you find me?" five got defensive right away. y/n sighed, moving back.

"well.." he nodded at y/n who smiled sheepishly before turning around at the sound of humming. 

"klaus?" he was dancing with dolores in the back.

"hey, a little privacy guys, we're really hitting it off back here-" he pretended to frown only for five to yell at him.

"get out!" he chucked a cup at him and klaus used dolores as a shield. "you can't be here! i'm in the middle of something"

"klaus" y/n held her arms out, taking dolores from him. "please, don't do that" her face scrunched in disgust at the thought. she didn't need more of her brothers becoming attached to dolores, one was enough.

"aw, why not, baby sis?" he moved closer, kneeling next to her and leaning on luther's seat. y/n sighed, holding dolores and leaning against five's. "any luck finding your one-eyed man?"

"what is he talking about?" luther looked between them all but five shrugged it of with a wave of his hand, gesturing to klaus.

"does it matter? it's klaus" five sighed, sitting up in his seat. "what do you want luther?"

"um.. so grace may have had something to do with dad's death. so, i need you to come back to the academy, it's important"

"it's important" five mumbled, scoffing. "you have no concept of what's important"

"hey" klaus diverted the attention to himself, "did i ever tell you guys about the time i waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?" he laughed, "it was so painful" he looked at five who turned away to laugh.

"what are you still doing here?" luther turned in his seat to look at klaus.

"what? i-what i need an excuse to hang out with my family?" 

"well, we're trying to have a serious conversation here" luther gestured between him and five. y/n sighed, why was everyone so doubtful of klaus? he was just trying to help. 

"and i'm incapable of being serious- is that what you're saying?" klaus held his hands to his chest, looking hurt.

"luther's got a point, you should get out" five sighed, 

"what?" klaus looked at him in betrayal before looking at y/n. "baby sis, you want me here, right?" 

"wanting you here and being able to hold a serious conversation are different things klaus" she shook her head in amusement. he frowned, "come on, let's go" she set dolores down before climbing to the side door of the van beside klaus.

"what? you're coming with me?" klaus smiled, cheering as he climbed out to.

"where are you going?" luther asked, looking at her in disbelief.

"you gestured to only you and five, luther. besides, klaus is more fun than you two. come get us when you're done fighting" she rolled her eyes. 

"y/n-" five tried before sighing as she shut the door.

"so, why'd you come with, anyways?" klaus linked his arm with y/n, heading towards the convenience store across the road. 

"i don't like the way they treat you" she sighed, patting his shoulder in sympathy. "let's get some food" he grinned as they reached the door to the store, splitting up to look through different aisles. it wasn't long before klaus held a handful of stuff he definitely couldn't afford. she snorted as he tried to run out, a police officer following him. 

"hey bitches!"

"dumbass" she rolled her eyes, picking up a coffee she had made in the corner before taking a lollipop and some chips. she closed her eyes, disappearing and reappearing in the van, behind five. she placed the coffee down in the middle, neither five nor luther noticing her yet. she pulled the wrapper off the lollipop, sucking on it.

they all watched klaus run across the road, almost getting hit with a cab. "out of the way, asshole!" he shouted.

"amateur" y/n scoffed as the officer caught up to him. five and luther turned to her in surprise. 

"i'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision" five watched him drop his things, looking at y/n who shrugged.

"i got you a coffee?" she smiled innocently, holding it up.

-

as luther went to collect klaus, y/n hung back, moving to sit beside five. "hey.." she faced him fully, watching as he continued to stare out at the building. "are you sure you're alright?"

"i'm fine" he denied, not looking over.

"then look me in the eyes and tell me that" she scoffed, before sighing and twirling her lollipop in her hand, staring intently at it. "five, i know you've been through a lot alone but.. you're not alone anymore. we're here- i'm here to help you now.. all you have to do is let me"

he finally turned to face her, expression softening. "i've done more than you think and.. i don't want you getting hurt in the process. like i said if i need help.. you're the first person i'd ask" 

"really?" she raised an eyebrow, pausing to stare at him now. "i don't believe you" he sighed, annoyed.

"you don't have to, but i would ask you first, you're most capable" 

"you're just saying that because i told you about dolores" she stuck her lollipop back in her mouth and crossed her arms, childishly.

there was a pause, "how.. how did you do it? i saw you there how were you-" he gestured a hand to the mannequin. 

"at first i trained with dad and i.. i couldn't reach you, no matter how hard i tried" she begun softly, looking back down at her hands. "then one day i just.. did. but you walked right through me and i- i didn't know what to do. i tried so hard to talk to you but you kept going right through me. i tried to touch you but my hand went right through and i touched dolores instead. i don't know how or why but.. it felt like a part of me was torn off" she shivered, hating the feeling that came with it. "i don't know why but i lied to dad, i told him i couldn't find you. he dismissed me, said training was over forever. so i studied instead, i failed and failed to reach you again and i studied physics and probability, anything to help you get back. one day i did find you again but i couldn't move, i couldn't do anything. you were reading vanya's book but it wasn't out yet, i saw your equations and your wagon.. i realised i was dolores later when you spoke to me, i was seeing through her eyes"

five stayed quiet, watching her intently. "i didn't get to see anymore, klaus and diego thought i was dying" she laughed bitterly, "i didn't find you again for a while and when i did you actually saw me.. as me and not dolores. well, you know obviously know what happened then.. but i kept seeing things in my dreams, i saw you, the things you did, i saw you grow up. it was.. weird but i think it was dolores" 

y/n sighed, reaching a hand out and opening the door. "i'll leave you to-"

"i meant it, you know?" five cut her off, frowning as he was now facing away from her again. "when i said you were the most trustworthy.. the strongest" 

a small smile graced her face. "i know" 

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"do you really think mom would hurt dad?" they all sat around watching the tape on the tv screen except five who had refused to come.

"you haven't been home in a long time, vanya, maybe you don't know grace anymore" luther argued,

y/n sighed, "mom didn't have any intentions like that. she was definitely normal that day"

"if he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report" diego eyed luther, standing beside y/n.

"yeah, well, i don't need a report to show what i can see with my own eyes" luther gestured to the screen, hell bent on blaming someone for this.

"maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your vision" diego nodded, unconvinced and moved forwards, going back in the tape. "look closer, dad has his monocle, mom stands up, monocle gone" 

"oh yeah" klaus grinned, shaking his bag of chips.

"she wasn't poisoning him, she was taking it. to clean it" something was off. y/n eyed them all carefully. 

"then where is it?" luther turned the tape off, looking at him. "no, i've searched the house, including all of her things, she doesn't have it"

"that's because i took it from her.. after the funeral" diego admitted, holding one of his knives. y/n frowned, they were going to fight. 

"you've had the monocle this whole time? what the hell diego?!" allison uncrossed her arms, staring at him incredulously.

"give it to me!" luther demanded, moving forwards and holding a hand out.

"i threw it away" diego shrugged, still fiddling with his knife.

"you what?" allison laughed in disbelief, how could he? she raised her glass of alcohol to her lips.

"look, i knew that if you found it on mom, you'd lose your shit. just like you're doing right now" diego stood straight, pointing his knife towards luther.

"diego, you're such-" diego got into a fighting position, hands ready for round two.

"no, calm down" vanya interrupted, "look, i know dad wasn't exactly an open book but i do remember one thing he said. mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker but also as a protector"

"what does that mean?" allison asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"she was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy" y/n realised, catching on to where vanya was going with this.

"well, if her hardware is degrading then.. we need to turn her off" luther suggested and diego immediately disagreed.

"woah, woah, woah, woah wait, she's not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet, she feels things, i've seen it-" 

"she just stood there, diego, and watched out father die!" luther gestured to the screen again, trying to prove his point.

"i'm with luther" allison sighed, fiddling with her glass.

"surprise, surprise" diego sneered, everyone looking over at her.

"shut up" she snapped before they looked at vanya.

"i-i don't-"

"yeah, she shouldn't get a vote" diego threw his hands up, believing that she was going to go against him.

"i was going to say that i agree with you" she glared at him.

"okay, she should get a vote" he then turned on klaus. "what about you stoner boy? what've you got?" 

"oh, so what? you need my help now?" he rolled his eyes, "well, get out of the van klaus. oh, well, welcome back to the van!"

"what van?" allison looked between them all.

"we're not shutting mom down!" y/n shut down any more talking. they looked over at her. she looked disappointed and angry. "i thought we said no more fighting" she crossed her arms, looking pointedly at luther.

"exactly! i'm with y/n and diego because screw you" klaus glared at luther and diego pointed klaus nodding. "and if ben were here, he'd agree with me" there was pause before klaus hissed at the couch.

"so, that's four to two" diego held up his fingers.

"it's not final yet" allison argued, "klaus doesn't count, he's high and drunk"

"what?" diego glared at her, hands falling.

"and five's not here yet. the whole family has to vote, we owe each other that" 

"right" luther nodded and vanya agreed.

y/n scoffed, "we owe each other? we don't owe each other shit" diego agreed, "all i wanted was my family back, no more fights. if we really owe each other the least you could is that" they all watched silently as she left. 

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a young diego ran down the hallway, suit only half on. he wore his button up shirt, tie and sweater vest over the top. he disappeared through a doorway as allison rushed down the stairs. 

"come on luther!" she called through a doorway at the bottom before rushing the way diego had come. reginald walked out and stood in the hallway.

"how will the umbrella academy ever become an effective crime deterrent if we can't even leave the house on time for missions?" he yelled out so that all of them would hear. 

"behind you" luther called, jumping past reginald to scurry down the hall. allison searched through her draws hastily, chucking clothes onto the floor around her. 

"i can't find my domino mask" she rushed back only to be stopped by grace who held it out.

"it needed a little bit of tlc after the last mission" she smiled as allison took it, thanking her. grace walked out and down the hall, stopping at luther's room first where he was currently doing push ups. 

"ready to go?" she received a thumbs up before she continued walking. 

"where's my knives?" diego shouted, rushing through the house at the other end of the hallway. grace stopped in front of vanya's room where she was practicing her violin.

"sounds beautiful, vanya" she complimented with a soft smile. 

"thanks mom" 

grace then walked to klaus' room where he was jumping on his bed, grinning and laughing at the chest of drawers on fire. "oh, klaus" she scolded, putting the fire out.

"thank you, mother" he smiled, hoping off his bed. she shook her head with a small grin.

"boys will be boys" 

ben rushed down the hallway next, hand fiddling with his zip. "oh, ben" she gently stopped him.

"it-its stuck" he tried to pull it up again. grace softly fixed it for him before letting him go. "guys! wait for me" he called as he ran off.

grace paused outside diego's room, hearing him practice his speech, trying to get over his stutter.

"don't m-m-m" he struggled to get the word out. grace walked in, smiling and placing her hands on his shoulders.

"remember, diego. just picture the word in your mind" he breathed out, nodding before trying again.

"d-don't m-m.. d-don't m.. don't m-move" grace gasped, happy.

"you did it!" she grinned, touching a hand to his cheek. "i'm so proud of you"

someone cleared their throat in the doorway, interrupting. there stood reginald and beside him y/n. diego watched as he smile faded at her father's cough. she had been happy for him too.

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[casuallyimagining]

You and Me

Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi has something he needs to ask you before the Grammys. Genre: slight angst, kind of fluffy at the end? Word Count: 1,865 Rating: T (there’s some swearing) Notes: Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

As he was leaving to go out to lunch with Namjoon and Jin, Yoongi told you that he had news he wanted to tell you when he got home. Which, of course, is possibly the worst thing to leave a person with.

What could he want to talk to you about?

You had a feeling you knew. Physical therapy had been progressing well for Yoongi, and while he still had a lot of healing to do, he was to the point where he could do almost all normal, daily tasks without help. He still had to wear his sling when he went out, and he was still in quite a bit of pain, but it was to the point where he would probably start back to work soon. And, of course, he would probably be moving back to the dorms again, and you would return to your lives pre-November.

Which meant you would go from seeing him literally all the time to only seeing him a few times a week--a return to taking him meals in your spare time, to sitting in the studio watching him work, to short dates to go grab coffee or a milkshake on his rare breaks. Thankfully, you had written the code for the Genius Lab down in your notes app, because after almost two and a half months of not using it, you weren’t confident that you remembered it.

Honestly, you weren’t sure if you could go back to sustaining yourself on text messages, and video calls, and brief, 15-minute meetings. Adjusting to him being there constantly--underfoot when you least expected him to be, but always there to lend an ear or a hand or just generally be there for you--had taken some time. Your routines had melded together so quickly, that having him wandering around your apartment at two in the afternoon was no more uncommon than you not being able to find a series to watch on Netflix. You knew it was coming eventually, but you weren’t sure you could stand the separation.

You would, though, for his sake. You would walk through fire for him.

And it would only be for a short time, right? He had promised you on Christmas. As soon as he was able, he was going to start moving out of the dorms and into his own apartment. He wanted you to join him, wanted you to move in with him. But you weren’t sure when that would be. He had never given you a timetable for when he expected to start moving. Which was fine, you supposed. He could take his time.

But the whole thing made you anxious, even though you knew it shouldn’t. What if he got too busy once he got back to normal life and forgot? What if he decided he wanted to stay at the dorms indefinitely? Worse, what if he changed his mind and he decided he did want to move, just not with you?

Your mind raced as you sat in your office at your piano, trying to lose yourself in the music. You wanted to believe that you had nothing to worry about, that even though things would change, you would continue to be a priority in Yoongi’s life, that you wouldn’t be taking a huge step backwards in your relationship. Somehow, you managed to distract yourself enough that you barely noticed you were playing “Spring Day” until you were almost done with the song.

You continued to play through some of the other songs you had memorized. Most of them, you noticed, were BTS--a strange side-effect of who you spent your time with and your students, the most prominent of which was, of course, Jimin.

As you played the final chord of “Black Swan,” the sound of gentle clapping made you jump, causing you to hit your knee on the bottom of your piano.

“Fuck,” you hissed, rubbing where the corner of the wood caught your leg. Now that you weren’t so surprised, you could see Yoongi standing in the doorway of your shared office, a look of concern barely masking his earlier amusement.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you heard me come in,” he said softly. “I put some leftovers in the fridge, and Namjoon made us stop for hotteok on the way back, so that’s in there, too. Are you okay?” He crouched down beside you, his hand falling to your knee.

“Unsurprisingly, that is not the first time I’ve done that,” you said with a laugh. “I’m honestly kind of shocked there’s not some sort of dent in the wood.”

Yoongi offered you an amused smile. “Well I’m glad there’s no damage. To you or the piano.” He leaned in to kiss you as he stood, the action quick and easy--like he had done it a thousand times before--but contained no less love. “You’ve been holding out on me.” You could hear the mirth in his voice as he moved one of his paintings to pull the office chair closer to the piano.

You waved off his comment, shutting the lid on the keys of the piano. “I don’t take credit for the things Park Jimin forces me to memorize.”

“Maybe you should start.” He shrugged, and the two of you fell silent. After a moment, he wiped his hands on his thighs and looked at you, though dropped his gaze to his lap the second you made eye contact. “So, I was talking with Si-Hyuk-hyung, and he had some… news he wanted me to pass on.” You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Was this what he was talking about before he left?

“News?” you question, trying to play it off like you hadn’t spent the past few hours in a downward spiral of anxiety. “About…?”

“He and I were talking about us.” Yoongi gestured to himself and then to you. “He asked me if we wanted to go public any time soon.”

Your eyes went wide. “I… what? Why?”

“He apparently talked to Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook about it, too.” He shrugged. “Si-Hyuk-hyung didn’t say why, but we think it’s because of the Grammys.” When you continued to look confused, he elaborated. “I mean, that’s kind of the thing, right? If you win an award, you turn and hug the person you love and then you go to receive it?”

“Oh, so you’re expecting to win?” you teased, trying to pretend like your cheeks weren’t a little flushed.

“Well, I think…” he stammered. “I think we should be prepared. Just in case.”

“So what did you tell PD-nim?”

“I told him I would talk to you about it.” You hummed. “He said he’d leave it up to us, but he’d like at least three days’ notice so they can prepare a statement.”

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Of course you had thought about it, about what going public would do to your relationship. You had considered the potential hate from the fans you would receive, and the fact that your private life, no matter how hard you tried, would never be fully private after. You knew about the strain it could put on your relationship with Yoongi, about how the saesangs and the paparazzi drove a wedge between many idols--particularly male idols--and their significant others.

But at the same time, you wanted to be able to go out with Yoongi without having to constantly look over your shoulder, without having to worry about someone from Dispatch seeing, or a well-meaning fan posting on social media. You wanted to be able to go with Yoongi to events, to publicly support him at concerts.

You sighed and reached for his hand. “What do you think?”

“It’s what you want, jagi. My life won’t really change much,” he said, squeezing your hand.

“Yoongi, please.” You didn’t like how exasperated your voice sounded, but you could feel your anxiety starting to spike again. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”

“Honestly?” You nodded. “I don’t know. It actually kind of terrifies me.” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’ve seen idols’ careers die when dating scandals come out. But at the same time, I want us to have a normal life.” You snorted. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s very sudden,” you said softly, gripping his hand with both of yours. “The Grammys are in a few weeks. We’d have to do something in the next few days.”

“I’ll tell him we’d like to wait, then.”

You hummed, tracing his hand with your index finger. “We’d be able to do it how we want?”

“That’s what Si-Hyuk-hyung said. I imagine there’s a limit, but I don’t think he’d lie about that.”

“How much of an advanced warning did he say he wanted?”

“Three days.”

Would it really be that bad? You weren’t a stranger to hate comments and wildly unfounded criticism, although not quite to the scale it might get to. Yoongi rarely looked at social media, unless he was posting a selca to Twitter. And what? You might have to private your Instagram? Delete your Twitter? Honestly, it might do you some good to get away from social media. You trusted Yoongi to not drop you the second things got tough, and there were six other members of BTS there to help lessen any damage his career might take. As long as the two of you could weather it together, you were confident that you could come out on the other side relatively unscathed.

“Fuck it.”

“What?” Yoongi’s eyes were wide.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it.” You squeezed his hand, a small smile starting to form.

Yoongi’s eyes locked on yours. He was smiling, but you could see him hesitate. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Ask PD-nim if we can do something right before they send out their release. I think it’ll go over better coming from you.”

“You’re already planning this?” It wasn’t a question. He laughed, a sweet, gummy smile spreading across his face. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s do this. I’ll text Si-Hyuk-hyung and let him know.”

You watched him slide his phone out of his pocket and unlock it. “Hey Yoon?” He hummed, continuing to type for a moment before looking up at you. “We’re gonna be okay no matter what, right? Still us?”

Yoongi pulled you to him as he stood up, his arms immediately wrapping around your back to hold you close. “Don’t be silly. Of course we will be.” You felt him sigh as he tucked his chin onto your shoulder. “I can’t promise that things won’t change, but we’ll be okay.”

You hugged him, your arms around his shoulders, careful not to press too tightly on his bad one. This certainly hadn’t been where you were expecting the conversation to go when he walked out the door that morning, but you hoped he was right. Telling the fans was an important step to take--and an inevitable one, if you wanted your relationship to last. “You and me?” You pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes.

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. “‘Till the end.”

Read more of the series here

[haravath0t]

Mahal Kita

Pairing: Loki x Filipino!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff! 

A/N: Ahh! It finally arrived! My first ever Loki drabble, or a Loki work in general! And it’s a Filipino!Reader too! What a combination! I’m so so excited to have been able to have do this drabble for my lovely @tomholland-96 ! Thank you Lex for being so enthusiastic about my culture! You have no idea how much I appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do writing it! Happy readings, everyone!

*Translations will be in bold and italics!

“Nanay! Tatay! Hi! Kumusta po kayo? Okay na ba kayo?” (Mom! Dad! How are you? Are you guys okay?) You say, excitedly, beaming at your phone screen before you set your phone down on a sturdy place to Facetime your parents while you continue to set up ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

Loki couldn’t help but take his eyes off of the book he was reading to watch you. He even smiled a bit as you laughed with your parents and showing your parents the food that was steaming nicely from the pan, the nice scent filling your nostrils. It was easier to filter out the chatter coming from all sides of the table, since you already had him up in his head. He really admired the way you openly grounded your culture, and even became rather interested in it.

“Okay ma, pa, kakain na ako! Naghihintay na ng guests ko!” (Okay ma, pa, I’m going to eat now! My guests are waiting!) You say to your phone as you put the dish on the big serving plate. “Sige, anak! Nandoon ba yung boyfriend mo? Kailan makikita namin siya, ha? Gusto ko makita kung gwapo ang future asawa mo!” (Alright! Is your boyfriend there? We need to see him, ha? I want to see if your future husband is handsome!) You mom teases, earning a laugh from you. “Oh my goodness ma, isang araw po, mas gusto namin kung in person na ng meeting ninyo.” (One day, we’d rather meet you two in person) You say, shaking your head. Loki then closed his book and got up to help you put the plates and utensils on the table, making you smile and thank him. “Alright ma, pa, tatawag ko kayo bukas!” (Alright ma, pa, I will call you both tomorrow!) You say waving at the screen, smiling more when your mom and dad wave back.

“Oh, sige anak! Mag ingat ka, ha?” (Alright, you take care!) Your dad says, earning a nod from you. “Opo, Tatay! Ingat din! Love you, bye!” (Yes, dad! Take care too!) you say hanging up the phone and making your way to the table with the team waiting for you. “Alright you guys! Dig in!” you exclaim, smiling when the team quickly takes some adobo or sinigang. You laugh as you see Bucky and Sam fighting over who can get the bowl first, or Tony casually eating some of his sinigang with the rice. You took a seat next to Loki, who was quietly and patiently waiting for you. “Here, my darling, I gave you some rice on your plate,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Thank you, love,” you say, looking at him with a grateful smile before the two of you dig in.

Loki had been eyeing you as he helped you put the dishes away, biting his lip nervously. He doesn’t know why, but this question has been itching on him for quite a while. So, with a breath, he asks.

“Darling?”

“Yeah, my love?”

“Ummm… I have something that I would like to ask.”

“Go ahead!”

“Can you teach me tagalog?”

You get surprised by this as you put the last dish away, looking over to see the poor guy nervous. You couldn’t help the smile and giggle that left your lips. “Can I ask why?” you were getting more and more excited by the second. Loki was now scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “You see, I thought I could impress your parents with it. When we go and meet them. I’d find it rather shameful and disrespectful if I didn’t at least know about your heritage and your language. Even if it’s a little.” He reasons, causing you to smile even more and walk to him so that you can cup his cheeks and peck his lips. “Well, if you want to darling, then I don’t see why I can’t try. If anything, I’m actually so so happy that you actually want to learn something about it.” You say happily, making Loki reciprocate a small and soft smile back. “Well, I am relieved,” he starts, holding your hand so that you two could go to his room, “Because, you see… erhm… I did try to learn it myself, the language that is. I searched the local midgardian libraries, even asked Stark, but, I believe I don’t think I’m making much progress. I suppose it’s more assuring if my Filipino significant other helps me.” “It’s hard to find a perfectly good definition for some words, but I’ll help you!”

And so you did, you and Loki sat next to each other on the bed, going through basic phrases like “Kumusta po kayo?” (How are you?) “Ako po si Loki” (I am Loki) “Maraming salamat po” (Thank you so much) and so much more. If anything, the god was actually progressing quick, so much quicker than you thought, that you both decided to take the rest of the night off to watch a corny Filipino movie on Netflix (A Kathryn Bernardo and Daniel Padilla movie, of course). You were both now laying down in your room, watching the movie on the TV in your lover’s arms, hugging his form while nuzzling your head into his neck. You were smiling in content, still quite happy that Loki was so committed to make a good impression on your parents.

He was now combing your hair as you and Loki made fun of the lines, but still kept watching; a newly found guilty pleasure the both of you surely will have in the future. You didn’t realize, however, that your tiredness is getting the best of you, eyes subconsciously and slowly closing and open as you slowly succumb to sleep. “Y/N? Darling? How do you say I love you?” Loki asks as he watches the characters confessing their love to each other. “Mmmm...mahal kita…” you mutter softly as your eyes start to stay closed a bit longer. 

Loki looked over at you and couldn’t help the smile that had appeared on your face. You were so beautiful and cute, and you were comfortable in his arms and his touch. “Ah… seems like my precious Filipina must take her rest then…” he whispers, more to himself, before he leans over towards your almost sleeping form. “Goodnight, Y/N, my darling, mahal kita.” Loki whispers in your ear softly with a smile before he covers you both in blankets. “Mahal na mahal kita, Loki.” (I love you so much, Loki) is the last words you say before you are completely asleep in Loki’s arms. Loki, despite the rarity of him sleeping, tries tonight. Admiring you in front of him, he whispers, hoping you’ll somehow hear: “Sana… sana sapat ang pagmamahal ko sayo.” (Hopefully my love for you is enough)

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[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Thrift Your Heart Out | Drew Starkey

Summary: You literally walk right into a cute costumer at the thrift store you work at.

Note: These two pictures is what I think Drew would find and try on while thrift shopping...And since I work at a thrift shop, I guess you could say I wrote this for myself... Sorry not sorry. I hope you love it! 👍 Feedback is appreciated, especially since I've never really written for Drew before.

Working in the back of a thrift is all fun and games until one of the cashiers skips through the 'employees only' door and uses a sing along voice to state that she just saw a group of people come in and how they're all to attractive for their own good.

"Y/N, there's a boy that is just your type."

You chuckle as you keep on looking through the clothes on the rack that's infront of your pricing system. "Don't you know? The only men that pay any attention to me here is old creepy men."

Your co-workers sighs and grabs your wrist to pull you towards the door.

The door smacks right into someone. You lose count as to how many times you say, "I'm sorry" and after you glance over to glare at your co-worker to glare at her for just standing beside you, you finally look at the people you hit.

Of course, with your luck, it just has to happen to be a very attractive guy.

As your co-worker mutters that she has to go back to work and walks past him, she turns around to mouth, "told you" and point at the guy that's now standing in front of you with a small smile on his face.

"It's fine, really. I should've looked where I was going."

How polite he is and his voice makes him even more attractive to you.

"Still, I- I'm sorry."

Yup. You're going be thinking about how you're keep embarrassing yourself for a very long time.

Before he can say anything else, a group of people in the corner of your catches his attention. A blond with a light mustache whistles when the guy in front of you holds up a finger as to say 'one second' and you feel the heat in your cheeks.

"I should be the one that's sorry, Y/N. I'm keeping you from your work."

Your eyes widen. "How do you know my name?"

He chuckles and looks at your chest, and you notice his face turning a shade darker as he points towards your nametag.

You let out a shaky laugh. "Right."

"I'm Drew."

As you nod, you slowly start walking backwards to walk through the door. "Well, uh, I don't have to say my name cause you know...so I hope you find everything you're looking for and have a nice day."

Since there's a window in the door, he gives you a thumbs up before he walks away.

You jump when one of your managers clears his throat as he stands at the top of the staircase. "That was embarrassing to watch on the security cameras. After your lunch, you need to cover upfront for fitting rooms and the showcase."

Not trusting your voice, you give him a thumbs up. Luckily he doesn't bring up how you smile like a idiot at the small gesture for thinking about Attractive Drew.

─────

Your smile is fake when you have to use your fake costumer voice to tell the same person for the second time that the limit in the fitting room is six items per turn.

As you grab a hanger, you make sure to make it seem like the flipping off with your middle finger isn't on purpose.

You turn around when you feel someone tapping you on your shoulder.

"Fitting room three is up and we ask for you to please only bring si-" Your breath gets caught you in the throat when you make eye contact with Attractive Drew.

"Hello again. I was actually wondering if you had this in a different color or a different size?" He raises up the blue flannel he's holding.

You have to take a big breath in and out. "This is a thrift store. What's on the sales floor, it's second hand and one of kind so-"

His laughter makes you stop and he smiles when he says, "I was kidding."

"Wow, you're a great actor."

He starts laughing again but harder this time and rolls his head back. "Thanks, that actually means a lot."

The costumer slams the dressing room door open and yells, "none of these are fitting me!"

You hear him saying, "I'm gonna say sorry for her." Under his breath as he pats you on your back. Instead of your rolling your eyes like you normally do when someone tries on something that is clearly isn't their size, you smile as you walk up to her to help with the zipper.

──────

As soon as a costumer walks away from the showcase for wanting to see the most expensive items and not buying anything, Drew turns away from the jewelry wall with a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses on.

"What do you think?" He asks. You give a thumbs up, which earns you a smirk and that makes you a little weak in the knees.

"Do you have Netflix?"

"Are you asking me to Netflix and Chill?"

"What? No! I mean- what?" You smirk when he has to shake himself before he tries talking again. "No, I was just wondering if you've heard about a newer show called Outer Banks? It just came out a couple of months ago."

"No, I was rewatching my favorite shows or catching up on them during quarantine." You swing your arms around, "And now I'm too busy."

"You should start watching it soon. Like tonight, right when you clock out." He grins widely as he learns over the counter to grab the notepad and pen from you. "I think you'll like it. Text me what you think?"

"Sure." You say confuse.

He gives you another thumbs up after he slides back the paper and walks away to rejoin his friends. His phone number is written and instead of his name, he wrote 'Rafe' with a smiley face.

─────

Later that night, soon after pressing play to start watching Outer Banks, you send 'Attractive Drew 👍" a lot of texts messages all at once.

Lilah and Madelyn both stop showing each other what they decided to buy from the thrift shop when they hear Drew's phone blowing up.

Rudy picks it up and grins ear to ear, "bet you it's the cute employee he was keep leaving us to talk to."

Drew comes running out of the hotels bathroom when he hears 'employee' and fights Rudy to give him his phone. "I need to know what she said!"

Madelyn shoves her way between the two boys to grab the phone and hands it over to a nervous looking Drew.

He swears he has never unlocked his phone fast enough.

Unknown number:

"What"

"In"

"The" "

ACTUAL"

"FUCK"

"YOU'RE FACE IS ON MY SCREEN"

"OH MY GOD"

"WHY DID YOU GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER"

"SHIT"

"I SWEAR I WON'T LEAK IT"

"BUT OH MY GOD YOUR FAMOUS"

"That's why you acted like that when I said you're a good acting"

"YOU DON'T ME TO TELL YOU THAT, YOUR ON A TV SHW"

"*show"

"And you know what, Rafe? First impression isn't good."

Drew texts you back:

"I would've said, "hi my name is Drew Starkey and I'm from the New hottest netflix TV show Outer Banks" but I couldn't since you kept on saying sorry for hurting me"

Cute Y/N 👍

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT I'M SORRY??"

Attractive Drew 👍

"Until you watch the entire show and tell me I'm your favorite character"

"And I'm the hottest one"

Cute Y/N 👍

"I think my type is now blonds..."

Attractive Drew 👍

"Bullshit."

"Keep on blowing up my phone and talking to me while you watch it"

"And afterwards"

"That would be cool too"

Cute Y/N 👍

"👍"

[sgstories123]

Cosplay

Brendon was watching a Netflix movie when his girlfriend sat down beside him.

“What are you watching?” His girlfriend, Jessica asked.

“Some super-hero flick which you are never interested.” Brendon replied, without looking at her.

“How about you become my super-hero? I need to leave for work in about an hour’s time. Want to fuck me quick like Flash and show me what a Superman you are?” Jessica purred into his ears, stroking the front of his shorts with her hand.

He pushed her hand away. “Don’t disturb me. This is the climax of the show.”

“Make me climax. Make me cum.” Jessica whispered, sticking her tongue into his ear.

Brendon ignored her.

Jessica continued to stroke Brendon’s cock, trying to get him hard. But Brendon just did not seem interested.

Just then, they heard someone at the door. Jessie, Jessica’s sister opened the door to the flat. She has just come home from school, wearing her school uniform with a white blouse and green skirt. She looked at both Brendon and Jessica on the living room sofa, dropped her school bag in the corner of the room and walked straight to the kitchen.

“No lunch?” Jessie emerged from the kitchen. “I going down for lunch. You want something?”

“No, thanks. I am going to work later.” Jessica replied.

Brendon watched Jessie intently as she bend down to take money from her school bag, revealing her legs but just short of showing her panties. Her white blouse was translucent in part from her perspiration and he could just make out the lines of her bra. He recalled his younger days in school where he had several sexual adventures with a couple of his classmates. Those were fun times.

After Jessie left the flat, Jessica sat on top of Brendon, facing him. “Now that you are getting hard, let’s fuck.”

Brendon was feeling guilty. He did not want to tell his girlfriend that he got hard from looking at her sister. He needed to play along. He will need to watch his movie later.

Brendon kissed Jessica and held her close to him. But he could feel his cock softening. Jessica realised it too.

“Oh, what’s wrong now?” Jessica was upset.

She pulled down Brendon’s shorts and started sucking on his cock. Brendon tried to will his cock to become hard but it only made matters worse. He remained soft and flaccid.

“Let’s do this when you are back tonight. You need to go to work soon.” Brendon tried to persuade Jessica after 5 minutes of cock sucking to no avail. “I think I am too tired to fuck.”

Jessica did not reply and responded with even more frantic sucking and stroking of his genitals. Brendon knew that when Jessica wanted a fuck, she will stop at nothing to get one. He thought about Jessie and her school uniform again and found himself getting aroused.

“Let’s do something different. How about cosplay? You dress up as a schoolgirl?” Brendon asked cautiously.

“What? Will that get you hard?” Jessica looked at Brendon curiously.

“I think you are about the same size as your sister. Maybe you can wear her school uniform?”

“Are you having naughty thought about my sister?”

“No!” Brendon tried to deflect Jessica’s suspicions. “I prefer a nurse uniform but there isn’t one available here right? So, let’s work on what we have, school uniforms.”

Jessica got up and walked into her sister’s room. Within minutes, she came out in the same white blouse and green skirt.

“Teacher, come fuck me.” Jessica cooed. She knelt in front of Brendon and started sucking on his cock again.

Brendon pulled Jessica’s head closer to his cock. He closed his eyes and imaged that it was Jessie who was giving him a blowjob instead. He ran his hands all over the white blouse, remembering the many times when he had fucked girls in school uniforms. He was getting hard.

Jessica was pleased when she saw Brendon’s cock getting hard. She gave him a few more strokes before lifting her skirt and lowering herself onto his hard cock. She kissed him as she rode him, bouncing herself on his hard cock. As she neared orgasm, she hugged Brendon tightly, letting her convulsions rolled over her, moaning in pleasure.

“Turn around. Let’s do reverse cowgirl.” Brendon suggested. But what he did not tell Jessica was that he wanted to fantasise about fucking Jessie in her school uniform and he could only do that if he is not looking at Jessica’s face.

Jessica turned around and lowered herself on Brendon’s cock again. Brendon leaned forward, unbuttoning her blouse so that he could reach her breasts. He squeezed them hard, playing with her nipples as he fucked her.

“Oh, Jess. This feels so good.” Brendon moaned as he fantasised fucking Jessie. He stopped immediately thinking that he was in trouble but realised that fortunately, both sisters had the same first syllable in their name. He just need to keep it to one syllable. He smiled to himself and continued fucking Jessica from behind.

They were still fucking when Jessie returned to the flat. Perhaps because Jessica was moaning so loudly that they did not hear Jessie at the door.

“What the hell are you doing? Can’t you do this in your room?” Jessie was shocked when she saw her sister and her boyfriend fucking in the living room. “And why are you wearing my school uniform?”

Jessica got up quickly. “Sorry. Thought we will do some cosplay.”

“You better make sure that it is washed cleaned.” Jessie said coldly. But she could not help noticing Brendon’s large, erect cock, glistening from Jessica’s pussy juice.

Jessie pretended that it was all cool for her and she went into the kitchen with her lunch. Brendon could hear her getting her lunch ready.

“I am getting late for work. I take care of that for you later tonight?” Jessica pointed to Brendon’s hard cock.

Brendon nodded and pulled his shorts back up. Jessica went back to her room and in minutes was dressed for work.

“Sorry, Jess. I will washed your uniform so don’t worry about it.” Jessica called out before leaving the house.

Brendon felt awkward. It was one thing to be seen fucking his girlfriend by her sister. But it was another when he was fantasising about fucking his girlfriend’s sister. Should he leave the house and come back later when Jessica is back from work?

He stood up and walked into the kitchen, feeling a little unsure.

“Jess. Sorry about that. We should have been a little more discreet.” Brendon muttered.

Jessica had already finished her lunch and was playing with her handphone. She looked up at Brendon and for the first time, realised that he was actually quite cute.

“Was it your idea or my sister’s idea to wear my uniform?” She asked.

“Mine. Don’t blame your sister.”

“So, you have a fetish for uniforms?” Jessie looked at Brendon curiously.

“No. Just thought we will try something different. Cosplay, you know. Dressed as nurse, schoolgirls, things like that. To spice things up. Just for fun.” Brendon tried to sound nonchalant.

“Do you get aroused when you see me in uniform?”

Brendon did not answer Jessie’s question but instead, looked at the young body, trying to imagine how it will look naked.

“Will you like to fuck a real schoolgirl instead?”

Brendon was shocked from his stupor. Did she really invite him to fuck her or was that a trick question?

“No, I can’t do that. You are Jessica’s sister.” Brendon tried to sound resolute but it came out all weak and unconvincing.

Jessie stood up and walked over to Brendon. She put her hand around his neck and pulled him close to her breast.

“I have a nicer figure than my sis but you can’t really tell because of the school uniform. Help me unbutton and you can see for yourself.” Jessie took Brendon’s hand and laid it on her breast.

Brendon could feel the soft, warm mound of flesh. He unbutton the blouse to reveal white cotton bra holding onto a large pair of breasts. Jessie was right. The blouse hid the beautiful breasts with its straight cut. His cock became hard with the sight, especially with the white cotton bra hinting the innocence of the girl that he is now facing.

“Why did you pull up your shorts? Now I have to pull them down again to see you cock.” Jessie smiled naughtily at Brendon.

She squared down in front of Brendon and pulled down his shorts. His hard cock was again exposed but this time to the sister of his girlfriend.

“This looks bigger than just now. Are you getting more horny with me than you were with my sister?”

Brendon could only nod as he was speechless with anticipation.

Jessie smiled and kissed the head of his cock. She licked it slowly, covering his whole cock with her saliva. Simultaneously, she stroked his cock, scratching the base of his scrotum gently.

Brendon sighed in pleasure. Jessie may be younger but she is definitely much better at sucking cock than Jessica.

“I am gonna cum.” Brendon warned.

“Cum on my uniform.” Jessie positioned herself in front of Brendon while he gave himself several final strokes before cumming all over Jessie’s face, breast and of course her uniform.

Brendon held onto Jessie’s shoulders for support while waiting for his strength to return. That was one intense orgasm. He felt like a school boy again.

“If you are up to it, I think it is only fair if you make me cum too.” Jessie said seductively.

She turned around and bending down on the kitchen table, she pulled up her skirt, revealing white cotton panties on long, slim legs.

Brendon did not need a second invitation and his cock became immediately hard again. He pulled down her panties, exposing a cunt with very little pubic hair. He stroked Jessie’s inner thigh, enjoying the touch of her young, smooth skin.

Jessie sighed in pleasure. “Just fuck me already. I am already so horny.”

Brendon realised that Jessie, like Jessica, was not shy when it comes to sex. He saw that Jessie was already wet, with her pussy juice leaking from her cunt.

He parted her cunt with his fingers and pushed his hard cock in. It slid in easily and before long, he was fucking her doggy style. As he increased his pace, Jessie moaned louder. She pushed against the kitchen table, making even louder noise as the table hit against the wall with the same rhythm as Brendon’s fucking.

Brendon pulled Jessie away, pushing her against the wall. As Jessie was shorter than Brendon, she had to steady herself by resting on Brendon’s cock. This forced Brendon’s cock even deeper into her, bringing her even greater pleasure. Jessie was almost screaming now as pleasure overcame her. Brendon was worried whether Jessie was attracting attention from the neighbours. As he fucked her, he looked out of the kitchen windows trying to see if anyone was watching them. Somehow, this made him even more excited.

“I am cumming.” Brendon gasped for the second time. He pulled his cock out of Jessie’s pussy and shot his load all over her green school skirt. He was pleased to see his white sperm slowly being absorbed into nothing more than a dark patch of green. He turned Jessie around and gave her a kiss. But Jessie simply slid down the wall and lay exhausted, her blouse opened and exposing her breasts, her legs wide open showing a gaping cunt.

[jeranasblog]

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

Read on Ao3

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. 

[wwonder-landd]

Talks on TikTok

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Female Reader

Warnings: Some bad words, my bad this whole thing is one bog self insert!

Request? Yes! Tagged @johnlaurensbitch​ and anon request!! this is probably a very late request,, considering i’m never on tumblr.

Preview: kinda self explanatory?? but basically reader duets jordan’s tiktok and he sees it and messages her!!

Y/F/N is Your Friend’s Name!!

Masterlist

TikTok was a relatively new app in your life. You had done a few POV’s and also sang along to the Sofia The First song to “broadway attractive men: sing-a-long edition” specifically to sing along for Thayne Jasperson and Jordan Fisher. It had become a new obsession, as you replied to comments and liked funny ones that made you laugh when you couldn’t sleep.

As you swiped through your For You page and liked a few, you received a comment notification. @username: @yourusername please duet this!!! 

Upon reading the comment, you first checked the username to make sure it wasn’t a weird bot account, and you realized it was not. After that, you clicked the video and it took you to Jordan Fisher’s account. 

The video was a 60 second clip of Jordan singing the Orpheus part of “All I’ve Ever Known” from Hadestown. You already knew the song and you had seen Reeve in the Original Broadway Cast, alongside Eva Noblezada, prior to Coronavirus putting every inch of Broadway in the dark.

Below the video, the caption said “Duet this as Eurydice! Let me hear your voices! :) #fyp #hadestown #duet.”

Maybe you could duet it? Of course you could, it was just a simple sixty second video, it wouldn’t change or affect your life in any way shape or form. At least that’s what you initially thought.

Clicking the small swishy arrow, then clicking duet, you sang your part and finalized the video, with the caption ‘The Orpheus to my Eurydice! Cast Jordan as Orpheus or you’re cowards!!! #fyp #bway #duet #hadestown’ Granted the duet itself wasn’t anything professional and was merely for fun, as you assumed Jordan would never see it, let alone anyone from Broadway that would see your poke at the Hadestown casting directors.

You went to text your friend about your recent Glee binge while pressing play on the next episode, though Netflix should know you by now. Of course you’re ‘still watching,’ that shouldn’t even be a question. You decide to grab the bag of chips off of the coffee table before plopping yourself on the couch and settling into the plot that was the storm of Glee.

Two episodes in and your phone vibrates beside you. 

Y/F/N Calling...

You accept the call and raise the phone to your ear.

“Oh my God! You saw it right? Tell me you saw it?” they shrill into your ear.

“What is ‘it?” What are you talking about?”

“Come on Y/N... Jordan commented on your post!”

“No way.. What the fuck!? Let me go see.” you respond before adding, “hold on, I’ll call you back.”

Sure enough, you opened TikTok and there was the notification, or the many notifications...

@jordan_fisher: YOU KILLED THIS! 😍

Another notification popped up, this time a little paper airplane depicting a dm.

Jordan Fisher: 

Hey! You did so good on that duet!! 

Does he do that to everyone who duets? What was going on...

You take a screenshot and send it to Y/F/N with ‘tell me i’m reading this wrong... this is fake...’ undernearth the screenshot.

You go back to TikTok and reply, or try to, as Y/F/N floods you with texts. ‘OMG DATE’ ‘WTF NO WAY’ ‘OMG SIS U HAVE TO’ ‘MESSAFE HIM’ ‘FLIRT FLIRT PLS OMH DO IT NOW FOT ME’

Y/N L/N:

Thank you! That means so much coming from you! Yours was phenomenal

He responded almost instantaneously.

Jordan Fisher: 

Well I kinda do the singing thing for a living. Seriously though, do you sing? I’ve seen some of your videos, you’re really good!

Now he wants to actually know you? Not only that, but he’s creeped on your TikTok? He doesn’t do this with everyone... right?

Y/N L/N:

Well I knew that much. I sing in the shower! Not professionally, but I’ve written some stuff.. I wish I had the guts to get out there!

You were actually shaking, and didn’t know what to even say to him. This was all so surreal to you.

Then you got an Instagram notification. 

@jordan_fisher has followed you!

Followed by a TikTok notification that Jordan had duetted you back. The duet was Jordan staring at the screen with a smile on his face while you sang the Eurydice part, then adding “OH MY GOD SHE’S LITERALLY SO GOOD!” to the end. 

Comments flooded in left and right, follows on Instagram.. It seemed endless. You decide to mess with him and message him on Instagram. 

@YourUsername: 

You stalking me or something? 🤔

@jordan_fisher: 

Maybe it’s something like that. Or maybe you just caught my eye.

@YourUsername:

Is that so?

@jordan_fisher:

Yeah, you really blew me away!

@YourUsername:

Okay Philip Hamilton blow us all away tease! Btw you did so good in that show! 

@jordan_fisher:

You saw it?

@YourUsername:

Yeah I saw you as Philip and John, but couldn’t stagedoor :( but here I am talking to you so!

@jordan_fisher:

Well I’m glad the universe worked out that way!

@YourUsername:

Literally how many people can say they’re talking to their childhood crush on Instagram? Not many!

@jordan_fisher:

Childhood crush huh?

@YourUsername:

Let’s just say my younger sibling had a thing for Liv&Maddie😂

@jordan_fisher:

That’s cute though! Gotta start somehow. This is totally random, and you can say no, but what would you say to coffee sometime?

@YourUsername:

I’d say that I’ll need your number to let your know when your order is ready, just like Starbucks!

@jordan_fisher:

Oh right, like Starbucks...😂 xxx-xxx-xxxx

@YourUsername:

I’ll text you the plan yeah?

@jordan_fisher:

Can’t wait!

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yikes, when this is some really bad writing and a weird ending???? it’ll probably be a part two or something idk i didn’t have an idea for the next bit?? so if anyone has any ideas pls hit the ask box up.. but beware i really forget that thing exists ajdakkjf IM GETTING BETTER AT TUMBLR I SWEAR IM RELEARNING THE WRITING THING AND THE TUMBLR THING.. trust the process pls bc i miss writing and i want ppl to like the stuff i write!! also sorry for the weird title,,, again, still getting used to this stuff again :/

[imaginesmai]

Tony Stark - On sale

This is so, so embarrasingly late. And it’s not even what you asked for - I’m so sorry @cerealboxmaterial​. But I just found your request, and even if it doesn’t have the prompts you asked for, it’s still funny and fluffy. I hope you like it, sorry for the delay! 

A/N at the end, and it’s important!

Plot: Tony has a task: bring nuggets to satisfy your pregnant cravings. The obstacle: they were on sale.

Three magazines, a few sudokus and a good looking through Netflix later, you were still bored out of your mind. You had spent yet another day on the couch. Under normal circumstances, you would have been happy to do so, because in the recent lake house you had bought everything was perfect for a chill out day. But lately, it was starting to feel like a prison, and you didn’t have the energy to go out and take a walk around the lake. Even if it was spring and the trees you had planted last year were starting to grow beautifully, you couldn’t imagine what Tony would do if he found you out there by yourself once more, since the first time he had to be taken to the hospital with tachycardia.

Tony Stark, the same man that was strong enough to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. That had been Iron Man for years and had defeated the most dangerous villains in history. Still, if he found you outside again, you were sure he would have a heart attack for real.

The door opened and closed like a thunder, and the peace disappeared from the lake house. You were almost glad, until you saw Tony swallowed in at least twenty shopping bags and swinging dangerously.

“I got the, uh” Tony said from under the bags, out of breath. “Thing you asked me to. But – but they were on sale Y/N, on sale. For every two things I bought, they gave me one free. Do you know how crazy that’s it?!”

You chuckled while Tony dropped some of them to the ground, who was still not used to going shopping to a real shop. Tony tried to reach to you while being careful of the bags, which turned into most of them falling to the ground and a bunch of objects rolling to your feet. He cursed under his breath and muttered on how if he bought online that wouldn’t happen.

You tried to lean down to help Tony, but were stopped by him pushing you to a sitting position again.

“Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? The house isn’t on fire, don’t move” Tony chuckled, although it had a nervous hint at the bottom.

“I’m not going to lift the couch to see if any of them it’s under” you rolled your eyes and pushed against his grip on your shoulders. “Come on, Tony, I’m not on a wheelchair, I can move”

“I think being pregnant is a fairly well excuse with sitting there while I pick the things up”

You sighed and finally sat back against the couch, crossing your arms to prove your utter disagreement to Tony’s politics about being pregnant and near the date of birth. It wasn’t that close, actually, you had a long month before the date the doctor set. But the overprotective dad had seen and read at least one thousand and a half shows and books about the birth, parenting and types of children.

So Tony had arrested you in the new house while he did things like going out for shopping, because even if he didn’t want to leave you alone, he couldn’t resist when you asked him something using the baby and you needed a few hours to yourself.

“I couldn’t remember if you wanted mint, lemon, strawberry or cookie ice cream, so I bought them all” Tony talked while taking out the different containers out of the first bag. “All of them are equally disgusting if you ask me, so I’m putting them on the garage fridge not to insult the rest of the food in the main one”

“You’re so dramatic” you laughed, and shifted in the couch. Your swollen stomach was hard to handle, and sometimes you wondered if it wouldn’t just pop off suddenly. “What else did you buy?”

“Well, glad you asked”

Your jaw could have hit the floor when you saw Tony empty two of the bags in the coffee table, creating a mountain of onesies themed as the avengers, every animal on the planet and some of the actual children TV shows. There were Star Wars themed onesies, pirates of the Caribbean, a fucking robot, a bunny with its ears and tail, and one of them had the SI logo on the front.

They fell off the table like leaves, and you watched as Tony placed his hands on his hips and looked proud of himself. The silence came back into the house and for a moment you thought it was all a dream. You had known Tony had a tendency to overdo himself in anything, but you didn’t think letting him go to Target for ice-cream, nuggets and carrots would be a problem.

“Before you say anything” Tony started, his smile lowering when he didn’t see you mirroring it. “It wasn’t my fault. I was going to buy only two! But then, they told me that I could take one for free, because for every two items I had one free. One free, Y/N. And for four items? Two!”

“Did you leave any on the store?” you asked fearfully, already knowing the answer.

“It’s not like anyone is going to need them, as an imperial need” he tried to explain. “Besides, they can –“

“There is one baby coming, not an army!” you almost yelled. You felt like ripping your hair off. “Why can’t you do anything like a normal person, Tony?! We can’t keep or use all of that onesies!”

“I have already thought about that!” Tony shouted back, stretching his arms towards the mess on the table. “I – if we put three onesies every day, only two won’t be used. They are all the same size, so – “

“Do you use your brain for anything else than science?” you looked at him horrified, thinking about your baby using all of those onesies. “Babies grow too quickly.”

“Then we can cut off the feet of the onesie and the baby will fit” Tony tried to assure you.

From all the things Tony had done since he had known about the baby, that was probably the worst by far. He had picked fights with the nurses at the hospital when they didn’t let him into the examination room, with some grandmas at the store over a box of diapers and with half of his company when they tried to forced him back to work.

Risking a glance to the other’s bags, you caught a glimpse of a stuffed animal, a pacifier and another two boxes of baby formula of different flavours. You sighed and hid your head into your hands, feeling too tired to make Tony see what he had bought.

“I can’t believe you bought that many onesies” you said, and heard him move through the bags. Once he was sitting by your side, you let out a small laugh. “What face did the employee had?”

“White” Tony scooted closer, and forced your back to the couch to put his arm around your shoulders. “I mean, kid made the wage of a lifetime, and his boss will make him the employee of the century. I made him a favour”

“Sure”

You turned your head left so that you were looking right into the brown eyes. They were warm, trustable and, most important, happy. You had seen Tony grow over the years to the man he was that day, and the happiness that had filled his chocolate orbs the last eight months always amazed you.

Tony let his hand travel to yours, and slowly started massaging it. Since the beginning of the pregnancy, you had had your fingers swollen, so you couldn’t carry anymore the ring of your engagement. He didn’t mind, and he had promised you a lot of times that for him it was the same if you carried on your neck as a chain.

Eventually, his calloused fingers laced with yours.

“I like the way our hands fit perfectly” Tony grinned, looking at you like a teenager in love. “And I can’t wait to have a smaller one on top”

“Yeah, me neither” you leaned and locked your lips with him. Closing your eyes, you let the kiss last a while. “The most spoiled kid in the universe”

“Wait until he’s born” he kissed you once more. “Peter is going to be the king of the world”

“Oh, Peter?” you raised a brow. “I thought you haven’t thought of any names”

“Peter is a pretty name” Tony looked to the wall in front of you, and you frowned. “I think it’s full of life. It will fit our baby, because he’ll be the cutest. I thought of it in the supermarket”

“In the library section?”

“Yep”

“Because of Peter Rabbit?”

“You know it”

You let out a loud laugh, because only Tony would think about naming his son after a character of a kid’s book. Still, when you thought about it, Peter was a name that you liked it. It was simple; not like Dummy II, as Tony had suggested the first time, or Jarvis. Peter sounded right to your ears, and you relaxed into Tony’s hold.

The day was almost over, the last rays of sun leaking through the window. If there was a part of your days locked in the lake house, was the night. When the fire would be lit and the whole place looked taken out of a book. Cuddled with Tony between blankets was the best way to end a day.

“I can’t wait eat those nuggets” you whispered happily against Tony’s side, thinking about the food that you had been craving all day. You felt Tony tense under you, and you tore away from him slowly. “Because you bought the nuggets, right? You didn’t forget one of the three things I asked you for in favour of the sale. Right?”

For not wanting you to make sudden moves, Tony almost threw you off the couch as he sprinted towards the car with half apology on his mouth.

Want to know more about me? Here is my Masterlist! Feedback is always appreciated!!

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A/N:

Guys, I’ve discovered that I’m obssesed with Irondad. I love reading about Peter and Tony as a family, and even more if it’s about Peter being Tony’s little kid. So I’m going to start a new ‘part’ of the blog, dedicated to fics about tony x reader where Peter is their kid. I still need a few weeks to have it sorted out, but as soon as I do I’ll let you know.  Meanwhile, iff you have any requests, please let me know!

[cali-holland]

Heartbreak Weather, Part Two- T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland X Horan!Reader

Prompt: You see blue skies up ahead when Tom returns to London.

Word Count: 3000

Featured Songs (All by Niall Horan): Black and White  -  Put A Little Love on Me  -  Small Talk

Previous Parts: Teaser   One

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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JUNE 2018

Over the next few months, you kept in close contact with Tom- or as close as you could be with being in separate time zones and both of you being busy with your individual lives. The constant texts turned into long phone calls, which turned into facetime calls whenever you could manage the time. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating, you were just friends. You needed time for your heart to recoup, and he was away…

Until he wasn’t.

“I’m coming back tomorrow.” He had told you on the phone yesterday. You could still hear his voice in your head; it was scratchy and tired, like he had just finished a long day at work. You couldn’t complain about how tired he sounded; you were up at 3 in the morning on your own time, sounding only slightly livelier as you studied for your finals.

It took you a moment to process what he had said and what it meant. It wasn’t just a “I’m excited to come home”; it was a “I’m excited to see you”. It had been three months since you last saw him, and you’ve only seen him in person twice. You weren’t quite sure what you responded with, but he changed the subject to his welcome back party this Saturday, inviting you to come.

As you got off the phone and got ready for bed, you felt an odd feeling overwhelm you. You couldn’t pinpoint it- was it nerves or anxiety or fear? You assumed it was a combination of the three (plus lack of sleep). You were nervous over the fact that this would be the first time seeing each other in months; you were anxious about what he thought of you- were you really just friends or was there something more in those late night phone calls; and you were fearful that maybe you were wrong, maybe you’re better off as just friends over long-distance.

You weren’t sure about those thoughts, but you were sure about your feelings for Tom. You had fallen hard for him over the course of the past three months, and you didn’t know what to do about it. Your confidence was lost all those months ago; you couldn’t regain it overnight.

~~~

When Saturday came around, you called Niall on your way over to the bar where the party was being held, wanting to clear your head. Ever since Tom came home, his texts had been less frequent and there were no phone calls or facetimes. You knew he’d be busy catching up with his family and his friends that he had actually known for longer than three months, but it all just made you feel more uncertain of your standing with him.

“I don’t know what to do, Ni.” You let out a sigh after you finished confessing your worries to your brother.

“You’re not crazy for being concerned.” Niall reassured you. “You’re perfectly fine being worried about it. To me, it sounds like he does have a thing for you. I mean, you’ve known each other a short while and you’re going to this party, which I assume is extremely exclusive because I didn’t even get an invite.” He teased.

“Maybe if you were in London then you would’ve been invited.” You replied.

“Sis, you know I can’t resist summers in L.A..” Niall said, and you knew he was smiling, looking over his apartment’s balcony.

“What should I do?” You asked, pulling into a parking spot outside.

“Tell him or don’t tell him. Either way, you walk into that room and get all eyes on you.” He stated confidently, making you laugh.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later.” You said.

“Have fun, Y/N.” Niall stated before you hung up the phone. You sighed as you turned off your car. You looked over yourself one last time in the mirror before grabbing your bag and phone and hurrying out of your car.

You kept your head down as you spotted a few photographers across the street, trying to get a look at who was showing up to Tom’s party. Finally making your way inside, you felt your nerves sink back in. You only knew Tom at this party, placing you in the awkward situation of trying to find someone else to talk to as a way to not keep the host distracted. Your eyes scanned the crowded bar for any sight of him, but you couldn’t spot him.

“You’re Y/N, right?” You heard someone ask from beside you. You turned to see an unfamiliar blond with the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You asked, apologetically, making the stranger laugh.

“No,” He shook his head and held out a hand to you, “I’m Harrison, Tom’s friend. He told me to keep an eye out for you.”

“Sounds almost like you’re his butler.” You joked, shaking his hand.

“It feels that way sometimes.” He laughed, beginning to lead you around the outskirts of the bar. “Tom’s busy hosting, but he told me to look for you- he didn’t want you getting lonely.”

“That’s sweet of him.” You replied.

“So, you’re Niall’s sister who’s great at golf?” Harrison asked.

“Oh God, did Tom tell everyone that?” You laughed.

“He’s just jealous that you’re too good at the game. I’m not much of a golfer.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m much better at mini golf. Tom is too.” Harrison stated. His words made you want to laugh as you caught onto what he was doing. You had to admit, he made a pretty great wingman.

“I’m awful at mini golf.” You lied. You and Niall had grown up competing against each other in both real golf and mini golf, so naturally you were fairly good at both of them (though he always beat you in mini golf). You didn’t quite know why you had lied to Harrison right then, but it was amusing to see how far he’d take it.

“Maybe Tom could teach you. He’s even better than me.” He joked before the two of you came to a halt a few feet away from where Tom stood, conversing with a few other friends.

“Tom!” Harrison called over to him. Despite the loud music blaring over the speakers, Tom managed to hear his friend and he smiled when his eyes landed on you. He excused himself from his current conversation and made his way over to you.

“Y/N, how are you?” He smiled, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“I’m good. How’s being home?” You asked.

“I’ve been so busy. I’m sorry I haven’t called since I’ve been back. I’ve been meaning to, honestly.” Tom said. You noticed that Harrison had left almost immediately after Tom saw you, and you let out a small laugh.

“How much did you pay Harrison to be your wingman?” You teased.

“God, was he that obvious?”

“A little.” You laughed, “It was cute.”

“For the record, I did not pay him.” He stated.

“So, are we going mini golfing then? Or do you want me to beat you at actual golf again?” You joked.

“If Harrison set up as mini golf, then I guess we’ve got to go mini golfing.” Tom laughed. The conversation was cut short as Tom heard someone call out his name and his attention was taken away from you.

“Tom! Oh my god, you’re back!” You froze as you recognized the incredibly high pitched voice. If there was one thing you learned while dating your ex, you hated his best friend, Ellie. Between her fake tan and squeaky voice, there was something you never liked about her; when you broke up because he had cheated on you with her, you finally realized why you didn’t like her all those years. You watched as she hugged him tightly, ignoring your presence completely. You took a step back, hoping that maybe she would just not see you somehow, or at least that she’d ignore your presence.

“Ellie, it’s good to see you again.” Tom smiled as she let go and took a step back. She looked over at you and her smile faltered. Tom mistook her reaction as a need for introductions, “Oh, Ellie, this is-”

“Y/N,” Ellie said, distaste clear in her tone.

“Hi, Ellie.” You replied, forcing a smile.

“You two know each other?” Tom asked, confused at the suddenly very awkward tension in the air.

“Yeah, just a bit.” You nodded, “I’m going to go find Harrison.”

“Oh, alright.” Tom said, sounding disappointed in your reaction as you quickly vanished into the crowd. Ellie pulled him into a conversation, acting as if you weren’t there.

“Y/N, everything alright?” Harrison asked as you came up to him at one of the quiet booths.

“Did Tom tell you how we met?” You replied, staring down at your hands.

“Kind of.” He answered.

“It was a few days after I broke up with my long-term boyfriend. He had been cheating one me with his best friend.” You sighed, looking up and your eyes immediately landed on Tom laughing at something Ellie had said.

“It was Ellie?” Harrison spoke up.

“Yeah,” You stated, “Didn’t realize Tom knew her.”

“They’ve been friends since childhood. She did ballet with him. She’s better friends with Harry now than Tom. Honestly, she annoys the hell out of me. I don’t know why he even invited her, but yet again he doesn’t really know most of the people here that well.”

“Really? The why-” You paused, feeling your breath catch in your throat as you saw Eric appear beside Ellie. By the way he was shaking hands with Tom, you assumed they were being introduced by Ellie.

“Is that-” He stopped himself from finishing when you began to tearfully nod.

“I think I should go.” You said, “Tell Tom that I’m sorry, I just can’t be here right now.”

“Y/N, don’t go.” Harrison pleaded as you stood up with him following you.

“I just can’t, Harrison, please.” You ducked out of the bar before he could get another word out. You left so quickly that you didn’t even notice Tom’s smile drop as he watched you run away from the party. It didn’t take long for him to realize who he was talking to then.

~~~

A couple hours later, you were laying on your couch, watching Netflix while scrolling through your phone. Clad in sweats and a t-shirt, it was difficult to recognize that you had been out at a party just earlier.

Typically, you stayed off of Twitter, but tonight you found yourself mindlessly looking through your timeline. Your Twitter began to blow up with notifications of various mentions, making you curiously check it out. You froze as you saw a tweet of you arriving at Tom's party earlier that evening with the caption ‘Y/N Horan arriving at Tom's 22nd birthday party’. 

Tom had told you it was simply a coming home party, not his birthday party. No one had told you it was his birthday and you cursed, wondering why no one mentioned it. There were no signs at the bar that it was a birthday party, specifically, and you supposed you had left before any real celebration could begin. Further comments under the tweet questioned your presence there and some even suggested you two were an item. Though you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea, you were still thrown off.

You were called out of your thoughts when someone knocked at your door. You checked your clock questioningly- it was one AM, who could possibly be stopping by uninvited this late?

You peered through the peephole at your door to see Tom standing nervously on the other side.

“It’s your birthday?” You immediately asked when you opened the door, crossing your arms in front of your chest. He laughed sheepishly.

“Technically, my birthday was two days ago.” Tom admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You questioned, slapping his arm lightly.

“I don’t know. I didn’t want you to worry about getting me anything.” He said with a small shrug. You went to slap his arm again and he caught your hand by the wrist. Tom let out a sigh, “Do you want to go for a drive?”

“It’s late.” You replied.

“Please?” He gave you his best puppy dog eyes and you caved.

“Let me grab some shoes.” You said, leaving him at your front door as you went to your bedroom to put on shoes. You glanced at yourself in the mirror and groaned quietly. With no makeup on and your hair tied up, you were really not dressed to go out anywhere. Quickly, you changed into jeans and got your shoes.

“You changed.” Tom teased, “The sweats were a good look on you.”

“Remember that look then because no one sees me in sweats.” You stated, walking out of your place with him. The two of you got into his car and he began to drive off, who knows where. The radio played songs quietly, filling the comfortable silence between the two of you before Tom spoke up.

“Ellie was the other girl, wasn’t she?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“And the Eric she introduced me to was-”

“Yep,” Your voice fell as you answered.

“I’m sorry. If I had realized you two knew each other and that she’d bring him-”

“Tom, it’s okay, really. It was your party, you’re allowed to invite as many of your friends as you want.”

“But she’s not my friend.” Tom said definitively.

“Then why invite her?” You asked. It was the same question you were going to ask Harrison hours earlier, and it was still on your mind. You felt like you knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it. “Why invite so many people you don’t really know?”

“I did it-” He sighed as his voice got barely above a mumble, “for you.”

“I don’t think I caught that.” You said, a small smirk starting to form.

“I wanted you to think that I was cool, that I had a lot of friends. I invited all those people to impress you.” He admitted, pulling the car over to the side of the road. Some drive, you thought to yourself. “And it completely backfired.”

“God, you’re such an idiot sometimes.” You stated with a laugh at how frustrated and embarrassed he was about the whole thing. You placed a hand on his cheek and smiled, “You don’t need to impress me with all of that.”

“I’m sorry. I ruined everything.”

“Tom, come on-”

“No, if I had just kept it small and-” You cut him off by leaning in to kiss him. After his initial shock wore off, he kissed you back. You went to pull away, but he moved his hands to your hair, bringing you back to him.

“Wait,” Tom said, breaking the kiss. He let go of you and went to move his seat back, making room for you to sit in his lap.

“We’re not having car sex.” You stated, shifting into his lap as he laughed.

“It’s way more comfortable to make out like this.” He replied, kissing you again. You heard the radio switch to an all too familiar song, making you pull away from Tom.

“What?” He let out a groan, his hands resting on your hips.

“No, just no.” You shook your head, going to change the radio as Niall’s ‘Slow Hands’ started to play. At the sound of Niall’s voice, Tom laughed.

“God, how do I turn this off?” You asked, shifting in Tom’s lap so he could change the radio.

“Don’t want to listen to Niall?” He teased.

“I’d rather not listen to my brother sing about sex while we’re getting it on.” You said, and Tom switched the setting on the radio to play music from his phone. You laughed as George Michael’s ‘I Want Your Sex’ began to play.

“Would you believe me if I said that was completely coincidental? Because it was.” He justified the cheesy song as you continued to laugh.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“I swear I won’t tease you, Won’t tell you no lies,” He sang dramatically along to the song.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Absolutely.” Tom began to kiss you again, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that- kissing, talking, laughing, singing in each other’s arms. It wasn’t until Tom was driving you back to your place that the two of you talked about your new status.

“Y/N, I can’t promise picket fences or a normal life. There will always be paparazzi after us, no matter where we go.”

“I know, and I don’t expect those things from you.” You stated, “My life hasn’t been normal since Niall left for the X Factor and joined One Direction. I don’t want a picket fence life, I just want you.”

“I want you too.” Tom kissed the back of your hand delicately, and you knew you both fully intended on keeping that promise.

~~~

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