#my favorite marvel fuckboy

[ponderosa121]

Dark Avengers. Daken & Mac!Venom. I love this run so much still.

[angie-likes-to-art]

Fic Recs (Stranger Things Edition III)

I wanted to share my favorite series/ one shots while I work on my own, please show some love to these amazing writers! All fics are fem!reader can you tell I'm procrastinating homework?

Marvel Fic Recs One Two Three Harry Potter Fic Recs One Two Three Stranger Things Fic Recs One Two Specific Characters Tangerine Masterlist

Burn, Baby, Burn by @billysbabyy (18+ Only)

Pairing: Asshole King!Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “Show him that you might be something different. Something exciting.”

The Top of My List by @herstarburststories

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “As senior year comes to an end, Steve Harrington has a list of what he wants to accomplish before graduating. Those things include you.”

Heat of the Moment by @jomgiiu

Pairing: King!Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “The king of Hawkins high, Steve Harrington asks you out on a date but not for the reason you think. After that night, you learn who the real Steve Harrington is.. or so you thought. 

Dial-a-Thrill by @bimbobaggins69 (18+ Only)

Pairing: Phone sex operator!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “you and your ex broke up more than five months ago and you’ve refused to start dating again, even the thought of a one night stand puts a bad taste in your mouth but on a lonely night something you thought you’d never be desperate enough to do, becomes as tempting as ever.”

Single Thread by @headkiss

Pairing: Spider-Man!Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “steve has a big secret and convinces himself he needs to stay away from you to keep you safe. that’s tough to do when you’re his neighbour.”

Rude Boy by @loveshotzz (18+ Only)

Pairing: fboy!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “Alone in a basement at Reefer Rick’s party, you finally catch Eddie’s attention.”

Bad Idea by @lunarzstarz (18+ Only)

Pairing: fuckboy!Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader Summary: “Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact, you turn to your last resort that you know can only end terribly…”

Eyes Up Here by @sammy-is-not-smiley

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “Eddie notices you struggle to look him in the eyes... and works to fix that.”

Invisible String by @supernovafics

Pairing: College!Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “in which a plethora of coincidences keep pushing you and steve toward each other and you kind of hate it”

Are You Leaving? by @fluffansmut-old

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “After your first night with Eddie, he thinks that he’s supposed to leave unnoticed, but you change his mind. ”

[supermarvel-fics]

Are there any writers you would recommend we read? Especially for Marvel fics 🙏

YES!!!! There are so many writers that i love and admire and I’d be glad to share some and my favorite works from them!

there are so many talented writers out there so i’m probably forgetting many of them, so please feel free to comment your favorite fanfic writers below! i’d love to check them out!

i was strictly writing sfw stuff, but there are some writers that i’ve enjoyed reading nsfw content from that i’ll tag below the cut!

@writingfics-passingtime - all of her work is extraordinary. she writes a lot of loki x reader and has a wonderful matt murdock x reader series! but my all time fav work of hers is playing the part and understanding

@just-another-blog-of-fluff - jessa is so extremely talented. both her and jj’s fics ultimately got me to start writing! she writes tickle fics for multiple marvel characters but a lot of loki x reader. i find myself going back and re-reading refuse to lose and snowed in because they are masterpieces

@defiant-wallflower - aileen only has a few fics but they are SO good! she and i became good friends and i really enjoyed bouncing ideas off each other! my fav work from her is unfounded jealousy because it was my prompt and she wrote it beautifully

@tickles-in-ficland - kay is a wonderful writer!! she’s different because she writes actors x reader and its a nice change of pace! she has a chris evans x reader series that i love called destination laughter

NSFW WORKS BELOW THE CUT

@lokisgoodgirl - they have some amazing fics!! my fav is loki x reader called taste of you

@kinanabinks - they have two series that im obsessed with! the relax series which is bucky x reader and the fuckyboy committee series which is stucky x reader

@kinanabinks - they have two series that i’m obsessed with: the relax series which is bucky x reader and the fuckboy committee series which is stucky x reader

@kinanabinks - they have some addicting series!!! my favorites are the relax series which is bucky x reader and the fuckboy committee series which is stucky x reader (this one is still in progress)

[eoieopda]

a pop quiz — is jade….?

a) screaming

b) crying

c) throwing up

d) all of the above

GOOD GOD, WHAT A MARVEL.

i absolutely devoured this and then had to take a five minute breather just to remember how to words. asdfghjkl!! this is absolutely my new favorite taehyung fic and, honestly, it’s one of my new favorite fics — period, full stop. i don’t think i can articulate every single thing i adored about this, so i’ll try my best:

the humor — i mean it when i say that this had me cackling. absolutely sent me. it’s not letting me copy/past more than one line at a time on mobile, so i’ve screenshot an example:

this whole scene with him trying so hard to be chivalrous, to the point where he’s silently dying from the effort, made me so weak. i relate to this sooooo much as a “never let them see you sweat” type who would rather see white spots and suffocate on heavily moderated breathing than let someone know i bit off more than i can chew with a task. ☠️

and their exchanges, their banter? omg. it was so incredible, and you got me immediately with:

the internal monologues???? i mean:

i wasn’t expecting to laugh so much at a christmas fic and i ended up with actual tears in my eyeballs, lua!

the fluff — i am the world’s biggest marshmallow, i really am, but i don’t tend to seek out fluffy fics because sometimes they feel too cutesy, too surface-level. this wasn’t that. this was so unbelievably endearing and completely genuine; this is a difficult thing to do (for me and for a lot of people.) but you did it so easily, and now i’m in love with both of them — individually and together — because ugh these two babies powered through a an awkward memory, got to know each other outside that context, and evolved so naturally 😭

the smut — i have no think, just:

okay, i lied, i have some thots before i die.

the building tension was palpable, dude. and on top of the grade-a pornography here, it had one of my favorite, favorite things: laughter. i love it so fucking much when two characters are so three-dimensional that their personalities still shine through explicit scenes. these two laughing about their shared bit while tae was balls deep was 🫠 i’m going out of my gourd over this.

bonus gold star for doing what a lot of people don’t (but should) do — shut down the smut when it’s clear it shouldn’t be happening. i was so relieved that fuckboy himbo tae defied my expectations for that archetype and was like nope, this is not the time for this!

final take: this is a must read. in fact, it’s a must re-read. read it once to bask in it, then read it again so you can more fully appreciate how perfectly written it is on a structural level. on top of everything i just raved over, it is so abundantly clear that lua is an architect — with what she writes and how she writes it.

god tier, fam. god tier.

Snow Flower | kth (m)

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader)

genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; humor; fluff; strangers to almost lovers to idiots to lovers; one-shot.

summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding — until he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere.

rating ↠ +18

warnings ↠ taehyung is bi y’all; alcohol consumption; sexual tension; taehyung is a menace but he’s also stupid; some religious jokes are made; some kink shaming (tae is lowkey offended by furry kink?? idek); minor accident; very minor parent issues (this is really in the background, but i was going through stuff and writing it helped); a bunch of Christmas movies talk; taehyung is scared of grinch lol (i’m serious 💀); second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut (the warnings are long as fuck, so beware).

smut warnings 👀↠ mentions of anal; masturbation; orgasm denial; orgasm control; a whole lot of teasing; edging; dirty talk; pet names; soft dom!taehyung; switch!reader; fingering; light pussy slapping; nipple play; oral (f. and m. receiving); choking on cock; tae has a huge dick ‘cus it’s christmas and we deserve it; unprotected sex (pls don’t do it. this is unhinged fiction); praise kink; marking; biting; light spanking; a splash of degradation (he calls reader a slut once); reader has sensitive thighs; tae has stamina for days; so much begging; a bit of overstimulation ‘cus taehyung is a man on a mission; multiple orgasms; squirting; creampie; cum eating; it’s rough but it’s also super silly; they joke during sex, it’s ridiculous; aftercare.

teaser ↠ (wc:0.8k) read it before to make sure this is for you ♡

word count ↠ 22k (7.5k are just smut y'all, i went off 🥴)

estimated reading time ↠ 60 minutes

note ↠ just wanna come out and say that i listened to mistletoe an unhealthy amount of times to get into the mood to write this and i think i’m damaged for life. also, i know it’s march lol, but i went through some shit™️ while writing this and it took some time to get back on track. to be honest, i almost gave up on this fic at least once a week, and it was hard as fuck to finish it. i struggled a lot with the plot until i was actually satisfied, but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out.

note² ↠ if this fic is finished, i have to thank @uarmymoonlight for lowkey bullying me into seeing this story through, always ready to motivate and help me brainstorm and fix plot points. you know i love you, and i hope you get a himbo to yourself one day. also wanna thank @vsualitae for being such a sweet listener, and for helping me through writer’s block. you’re amazing, and i will cherish you forever, please don’t give up on me because i’m terrible at replying.

note³ ↠ thank you again for @imakeamess for the amazing banner!

playlist ↠ this is what i think reader and tae’s playlist would look like

navigation | masterlist | permanent taglist | tell me your thoughts ♡

Jungkook suffering a car accident two days before Christmas was honestly so damn selfish of him.

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[coolnerdyandalone]

on FIMQ deleting her content and COVID-19 (and a gratuitous larry fic rec)

@freddiesmyqueen first of all queen i hope you’re doing ok although i know some shit must have gone down for you to delete/private list all your videos and i hope you know that the larry community supports you always. Also your talent is TRULY unmatched in the world of video editing - no one makes edits quite like you and that’s why your loss impacts the community so profoundly. 

secondly, i know at least i was hoping to turn to rewatching all of FIMQ’s videos while i’m being quarantined due to the coronavirus. and i’m willing to bet that i’m not the only one. this is a scary time and for people like me who feel profoundly alone right now, the only way for me to calm my nerves and fears is by reverting to the content and community that helped me feel not so alone when i was in middle and high school. For me, that looks like watching FIMQ videos and reading my favorite larry fanfics (which i will also link below).  because of this i thought it might be helpful to repost some links that were posted by @bluemoonlarryandkaylor for a signal boost (if my teeny-tiny account can be called a signal boost). 

link to a google drive with FIMQ videos: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ONwfLOd_IYvAL5OUDqDb_LLgQsDpd9il

link to an acct with some FIMQ re-uploads: https://www.youtube.com/user/Joana3961/videos

link to FIMQ vids with spanish subtitles: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIouodFhArMkQhOHxv2t2NgxTwl6KvXAT

and now if you want to look at some good old fashioned larry fics that are my ABSOLUTE faves and could 100% be actual novels/movies, keep reading:

And Then A Bit** by @infinitelymint aka the best fanfic ever written (basically larry fakes a relationship for publicity with each other and it could be cannon if you really wanted to hope upon hopes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/1415272/chapters/2972746 (159k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

Escapade** by @haydolce aka the Jack McQueen fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932 (146k)

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

California Sold** by @isthatyoularry​ : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5157680/chapters/11877494 (123k)

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by @theboyfriendstagram : https://archiveofourown.org/works/4263903/chapters/9652944 (84k)

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.

OR  

A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can't have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

Pull Me Under** by @zarah5 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/870766/chapters/1672104 (140k)

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.) 

You You You** by @isthatyoularry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/846690/chapters/1617212 (137k)

“Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown,” read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly. “Is that…?” Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like... "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" "Louis," Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. "You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction."

Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction.

Like an Endless Summer by @horsegirlharry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/11365494/chapters/25442085 (87k)

“You just wanna go fawn over Styles as soon as possible,” Zayn grumbles.

“I do not. Plus, he probably got ugly this year. Eighteen is an awkward time...I bet he’s got acne and one of those terrible fuckboy haircuts all the hipsters are getting these days, with the shaved sides? Just watch, the first year we’re gonna get any time together is gonna be the first year I don’t have a stupid crush on him.”

---

Or, Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

Three French Hems by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/3064493 (20k)

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

The Dead of July aka the Marvel Fic by @whimsicule  : https://archiveofourown.org/works/3594570/chapters/7928520 (117k)

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

Gods & Monsters by  @mizzwilde : https://archiveofourown.org/works/2090982/chapters/4550871 (201k)

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did.

Love is a Rebellious Bird aka LIARB aka the orchestra fic aka dont hum bolero by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/1162438/chapters/2362331 (135k)

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

My English Love Affair** by @isthatyoularry​ : https://archiveofourown.org/works/1873962 (19k)

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by @haydolce : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5799241/chapters/13366498 (113k)

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Wild and Unruly aka the Cowboy fic by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/2723093/chapters/6099611 (124k)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It’s Been December)** by @greenfeelings​ : https://archiveofourown.org/works/15051122/chapters/34892210 (128k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

the boys of fall** aka the american football fic by @godgavemelou​ : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5443037 (21k)

“And everyone, this is Harry Styles. He’s going to be our starting quarterback this year.”

Louis looks at him, the tall and lanky Harry Styles, and takes it all in. He’s got hair to his shoulders that curls at the ends, tattoos all down his arms, and a bright smile on his face as the team cheers him on. He’s lean and fit, and absolutely beautiful, and Louis hates him to the core.

OR an american football au where the boys play for the university of tennessee, and harry and louis quite hate each other.

** indicates that the fic is a log-in required fic, but if you want the pdf i can send it to you

[chibicalzones]

what the characters of haikyuu smell like pt. 3

featuring: 𝐧𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝐟𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢, and 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢  

read part one and two! 

DISCLAIMER: (just in case) this is my sister’s first impression on some of the boys so don’t take it too seriously! 

warnings: touches on gender and sexuality at some parts.

post made by: alex 🍒 - ALSO I FIXED OUR ASK BOX AND SUBMISSIONS! i didn’t even realize they were disabled i apologize :c but yes, feel free interact with us!! maybe we shall open requests? or at least on my end hehe 

— kuroo: nail polish

a strong aura

has a superiority complex but he knows bc he genuinely believes he’s better than everyone else

a cheater... in every way

wanted to be cool but then he created his own level of c00L B)

was popular - like the freshman that was friends with the seniors for nO reason

wears platform shoes

prefers vans over converse

drinks straight up expresso shots instead of coffee

uninterested in finding a relationship

(little does she know that this actually geeky science loving nerd is the loml so)

— kenma: wet fall leaves

tired of everyone’s bs

wanted peoples’ approval when he was younger but he’s grown out of that. already figured out it doesn’t matter 

“i dont care if my roots grow in”

trans

hangs with the boys

shy

has a mysterious vibes

his old friend group kicked him out and is now a lone ranger

started playing volleyball to find friends and get his emotions out

has his own superiority complex because he wants to feel that he’s better than everyone else but he knows it’s unhealthy 

acknowledges his own problems

likes edgar allan poe

— yaku: apple cocktail with vodka

mix of things: nice but also gets ticked off real easily

if he went to parties, he’d just be playing beer pong

has a girlfriend - one of the few things keeping him nice

doesn’t look he cares for people’s approval of him but he really does

B student

likes science but thinks astrology is stupid

jealous of vinnie hacker on tik tok

straight now but will become gay

— yamatoro: leather

grew up in a uhm... unfortunate place? 

originally dyed his hair to look cool but went with the mohawk 

people think he’s cool but just wants approval

single

dresses different than everyone else 

but now since it’s becoming a trend, he’s really annoyed that he used to get bullied for it

had a michael jackson phase

likes edm

really bad at showing his emotions

pansexual

— lev: pool / chlorine

the kid that pushes you into the pool when you didn’t wanna be there in the first place

makes fun of you for watching anime but recently started watching it

grew up watching pokemon as a kid but he only liked team rocket

ALSO has a superiority complex

capricorn energy, moon in aries

actually dresses up scary for halloween

parents are sweet but he can be a bit of a meanie 

had a toxic relationship with a woman... because he’s actually gay

— bokuto: gasoline

A CAR DUDE SKDJFSKDFJ 

infatuated with cars

specifically owns a tesla in which his dad probably bought for him

spoiled as a kid

the popular kid

every popular person has at least dated him twice

everyone thinks he’s attractive 

the class clown but may unintentionally make fun of people in the process

“iTs mEnTAL iLLnesS isN’T IT?”

has rich parents but at least he has morals!!!

but also might take your lunch money

taken, straight

changes girlfriends every two weeks

my sister basically thinks he’s your every day local fuckboi

— akaashi: burnt pasta

really trying his best 

has good intentions but his execution’s either subpar or just awkward

likes science, specifically physics

really likes making paper airplanes and that’s how he flirts: he writes love notes and sends them your way 

bad at showing emotions so he writes them

doodles and writes in class a lot

a transfer student

hasn’t had his first relationship yet

doesn’t like swimming but he likes pool floaties

knows how to play piano

straight... for now

— konoha: miso soup

a warn person

people who don’t know him are afraid to approach him but to people who are friends with him thinks he’s very comforting

hard on others because he’s hard on himself

has an arch nemesis that fights for his position

passive aggressive but means well

was bullied for the smallest reason... like he owned a spiderman lunch box in third grade

one guy stole his girl and his is SALTY

he’d be very startled if someone came up and hugged him

with that being said, his love language is acts of service

straight

— kita: ink

artistic

he does calligraphy

dabbles in spray paint

a bit conservative 

enjoys watching skateboard falls, parkour gone wrong, etc.

cheated in elementary school

a- a bully

doesn’t let people get close to him

people don’t know what to think of him

rather good at things that people may not realize, but he really doesn’t care if they realize or not

prefers iced tea over lemonade

takes health very seriously and doesn’t drink soda

uses they/them and states he doesn’t need a relationship

but he’s had one in the past and that’s how he figured out

— osamu: cotton

a reliable person

doesn’t necessarily have a lot of friends but cherishes to make sure they feel appreciated 

has a creative side

specifically sketches using pencil

likes movies and goes on movie dates

people like him for how forgiving he is

a hopeful person

has a realistic outlook on life 

very practical 

has several friends that are girls that think of him as an older brother

a lot of people like him but he he already has his eyes on set on someone 

a closeted bi

— atsumu: butter beer

GEEK

a popular kid with a quirk

a marvel geek, his favorite superhero is the th3 classic iron man

likes girls who don’t wear a lot of makeup, also goes for bruh girls

genuinely a nice person

tries his best to be a approachable person but his geeky-ness gets in the way

has strange intentions?

puts a lot of thought into what he does but does it in a not-so-logic way 

needs guidance

questioning life

is NOT like his brother

wants people to like him but he portrays himself weirdly

also questioning his sexuality

takes a gap year before college because he doesn’t know what he wants to do yet

— suna: battery acid

“there’s a potency to his presence”

takes all AP classes

does things for himself but he’s not that full of himself

wants to make it far in life

he doesn’t know what he wants to do but he knows he wants to make a difference in the world 

always chooses to pick up trash for volunteer work

likes math because it’s straightforward

his dream significant other is someone just like him: he needs someone to care for him and soften him up

people say he’s intimidating but his friends say otherwise

into alternative rock

he would dress the way he wanted if he didn’t get bullied :(

pan and single

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬!

— sakusa: the inside of a missionary

overwhelmed by his own thoughts but whatever he thinks, stays there 

not much of a talker 

he tutors people in math and science

reads a lot of fanfic

has a famous tumblr account - swashbuckler26 and posts abstract and contemporary art

desperately wants to graduate

wanted to become a doctor until he actually started researching

now wants to be an artist

owns peacocks

he has one best friend because they share the same interests but that leads them to argue a lot 

goes by they/them and doesn’t care for a relationship 

asexual 

this is the last part but i’m sure i missed some :/ if you guys have any other characters that you would like her to react to, lmk! hopefully i’ll be able to write for them soon!!! - alex 🍒

[lunarliza]

JJ Maybank Must Die | Chapter 4: Oysters

fuckboy!JJ x Reader

series masterlist | prev. chapter | chapter one

JJ Maybank is the island’s most infamous fuckboy- not that you ever cared. But when a group of tourist girls come to your surf shop crying to you about him, you agree to help them plot revenge. Sabotage is all fun and games, until you find that the playboy you were sworn to ruin happens to be falling head over heels for you.

Yes, this is based on John Tucker Must Die lol

Sure enough, JJ arrived at your house at seven o’clock sharp. 

Your mom answered the door and let him in while you hung back in your room, finishing the last touches to your outfit. Granted, you got home late from the shack and only had twenty minutest to get ready. 

You stuck on Sophia’s gold hoop earrings and sprayed a bottle of cheap lavender perfume you got during White Elephant one year. 

“Alright,” you rasped, entering the living room in a white puff-sleeved sundress, “Let’s get this show on the road.” 

You meant it. You wanted to be there and back as soon as humanly possible. 

JJ stood from your couch. He did clean up well, you had to admit. His usual ripped cargo shorts and chopped-sleeve tanks were replaced with an ironed navy polo and khakis. You even noticed that he even brushed his hair for once. 

“Well, it’s nice to finally see you out of a red bathing suit,” he greeted with a small smile, “You look really nice y/n.” 

With his hand on the small of your back, he led you out the front door after you bid your parents goodbye. 

“Where are we going again?” you asked as JJ clutched the steering wheel of his dad’s old truck. He originally tried to reach for your thigh when you first got in, but you swatted his hand away before he even got the chance. 

“The Wreck,” he replied, turning up the rap song on the stereo to a deafening volume. 

You let out an incredulous scoff. “Are you serious? Good luck getting a table at this time. It’ll be packed! It’s seven on a Friday night. We’ll be waiting at least two hours.” 

JJ threw you a cocky smirk, still eyeing the road. “Don’t doubt me yet, princess, I have my ways.” 

The two of you entered the packed restaurant, and you couldn’t contain the bewilderment that hung on your face. It was like walking into a herd of wild chickens. As soon as JJ swung open the door, people were on the verge of hurdling out the doorway.

“This is insane, JJ,” you gasped, stepping into the sea of grumbling hungry people, “Honestly, we can just try somewhere else.” 

“Don’t worry,” he emphasized again, “I got it.” 

Heaving through the mob, you finally made it to the hostess stand as you stood behind JJ. The man behind the podium crinkled his nose in disgust once he caught sight of your date. “You again.” 

JJ flashed the man his usual shit-eating grin. “Kiara said she reserved a spot for me, for two,” he mentioned proudly. 

Begrudgingly, the man yanked out two menus. “Yes, she did mention that one of her hooligan friends was coming in tonight,” he deepened his glare at the blonde, “This way.” 

He motioned for the two of you to follow and led you to a hidden room just outside the kitchen with a small table set for two. The ruckus from the main floor was muffled through the walls and the lighting was slightly dim.

“Wow,” you peered around the romantic set up, “So this is where you take all your girls.” 

Your date scoffed, about to protest, until you cut him off. “And don’t give me that lame ‘you’re the first one I’ve ever brought here’ line cause I know I’m not.”  

That shut him up real quick as he basically plopped down in his chair and whipped open the menu without another word. You heard Kiara’s dad snort under his breath before exiting the room. It felt good to put the player in his place for once. 

A server came by shortly to fill your fancy glasses with water and placed a basket of assorted bread on the candle-lit table. You all but hounded at the sight of carbs, taking huge unladylike bites. 

In your defense, you hadn’t eaten at all that day. Your stomach was basically rumbling in the car under JJ’s thundering rap playlist. 

“So,” JJ continued, ignoring your minorly disturbing eating habits, “I heard the Sea-Side Salad here is really good.” 

Salad? 

Your face knotted. He really must be ingesting too much salt water if he thought you were looking anywhere in the salad section of your menu. 

“Yeah, I’m not really feeling any of these light options,” you stated, flipping through the pages. 

It was his turn to be baffled. “Really? Well, all the girls you’ve claimed I’ve taken here have ordered it,” he scratched the back of his head,  “What are you in the mood for then?” 

Your eyes scanned through the seafood courses. Technically, you were being forced to go on this date against your wishes. Why not get all you can out of it? Make his pockets hurt. Besides, he did take you to the best seafood restaurant on the entire island. 

“I’m feeling oysters and maybe some crab legs. Ooh, I didn’t even see the calamari,” you continued, “Okay, let’s get calamari, four pounds of oysters, crab legs, and fried shrimp to finish.” 

JJ shut his menu loudly with a ear-to-ear grin stretched on his face. “You got it, princess.”

All around, your table flooded with various scrumptious dishes as you and JJ dug in to your feast. Maybe pretend-dating this boy wasn’t so bad after all. Your stomach certainly wasn’t opposed. 

He giggled when you accidentally splotched cocktail sauce on your cheek, gesturing for you to wipe it. You tried to reach for the spot, but that only caused more red sauce to smear on your face. JJ fell back in his chair laughing and stretched over with his napkin to take care of it for you. 

To your surprise, JJ actually marveled at your colorful palette, impressed by how you were able to scarf down all your food without an ounce of regret or a smudge on your white dress. 

“So besides working, what else do you like to do around here?” he asked, stuffing his face with shrimp. 

“Not much else, really,” you confessed, “Sometimes I’ll get together with friends after work. But I basically live at the shop. I’m actually trying to save up for a new car.” 

He nodded as you swiped the last oyster before he could see, chowing it down. “You know, I’ve never met anyone who could surf like you. I told my friends about the pipeline the other day and they didn’t believe me! We should’ve filmed it or something.” 

You chuckled. “Pipelines are tough, but they’re fun as hell once you figure it out.” 

He leaned back in his seat. “I bet. How’d you start surfing?” 

“My mom was really good at it when she was younger. She taught me when I was six, and I guess it just stuck.” 

“My parents taught me too,” JJ added, “My family’s all about that surfing, fishing, sailing life. It’s in our blood. But hey, you should come surf with me and my friends one day. They’ll lose their shit when they see what you can do.” 

“I’ll think about it,” you lied. You were flattered at his compliment, but if this sabotage mission was going to be executed according to schedule, you’d be done with him by July. 

Your server came by afterwards to clear your table and drop off the check. After paying what you presumed to be a ginormous bill, JJ linked his fingers with yours and led you out the packed establishment. 

He offered to take you for ice cream after, but at the point, you both were too full to take another bite of anything. 

In the car ride back, he talked just about the entire way while you hummed absentmindedly and stared out the window. JJ rambled on and on about parties, smoking, and how him and his friends vowed to have the best summer of their lives. It was nice and all, but you really weren’t that interested and were too deep in your food coma to fake listen.

Seeing as you became less and less responsive to his stories, JJ reached across the truck to your leg. A soft smile hung on his lips when you turned to him. 

“I had a really good time tonight, y/n,” he murmured, stroking your knee. 

You cocked a brow at the blonde. “You did?” 

“Definitely. I mean, I’ve never seen anyone chow down on oysters the way you did. And I like that you have a big appetite. And you aren’t afraid of trying new things. It’s hot.” 

Hm. Interesting. 

“Thanks,” you replied quietly as he pulled into your driveway. He shut off the engine and turned to you, the sound of your uneven breaths filling the car air. 

“You know,” he began, “I’ve been thinking a lot about the party last week.” 

You cocked your brow. “You have? Why?” 

“I dunno. It was really weird how you just like ran off. Made me really curious about you. You seemed so confident and everything. I mean, after that, I knew I had to go after you.” 

“I’m still not having sex with you,” you blurted. 

“Y/n,” he assured, smoothly taking your hand, “I’m not just interested in sleeping with you.” 

Somehow, you weren’t convinced. But for the sake of the operation, you played along. “Then what are you looking for with me?” 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’m not so sure. But I do really like hanging out with you.” 

As if you’ve never heard that one before. You wanted to groan. He really just gave you every fuckboy’s favorite line. 

“Well alright then,” you said a bit hastily and unbuckled your seatbelt, “It’s late and should really get going. Thank you again for dinner.” 

“Uh, yeah, goodnight...”

You saw a hint of desperation on his face as you turned to leave and paused. Sighing, you whirled around, reaching for his forearm that propped on the armrest. 

You gently pressed your lips on his for a moment while his large hand caressed the side of your face. It was sweet kiss. It left JJ aching for more when you pulled away. 

“When will I see you again?” he murmured as you started hopping out the truck. 

You merely shrugged. “Not sure yet. I’ll let you know when I’m free. Goodnight Loverboy.” 

Strolling back into your house, you knew you had JJ right where you wanted him. You didn’t even need to look back to know he was sitting back in his seat, completely mesmerized. 

When you flicked on the light of your room, you shrieked in alarm as four pairs of eyes practically laser-beamed at you like bats in the dark. 

“What the fuck guys?!” you shouted. 

“Your mom let us in earlier,” Soph mentioned casually, lounging on your bed. 

“How’d the test run date go?” Maia asked as Arabella and Annalise pried through your closet. 

“It was good, we went to The Wreck,” you informed, slipping out of your wedges. You patted on your food baby. “You know, I don’t mind going on more of these if free food is in the picture.” 

Arabella held one of your sundresses to her front-side, posing in your mirror. “Did he say anything about a second date?” 

“He asked when he’s gonna see me again. I don’t know why. All I did was ignore him the whole time and inhale my food. Anyways, what ploys did you guys come up with while I was gone?” 

Annalise sent a devious grin your way and pulled up the notes on her phone for you to see. “This was just from our brainstorm sesh. Most of them were Arabella’s ideas. We were waiting for you to vote on the top five.” 

The redhead flipped her hair at the mention of her name. 

Your eyes bulged at the extensive, brutal list. “Spray paint car... women’s lingerie... estrogen pills? How the hell are we gonna do all this in two weeks?” 

“Relax,” Sophia prodded, “The guy’s basically head over heels for you. Just keep your charming and unavailable act up and let us take care of the rest!” 

Just then, you heard your phone ding from your purse. It was a text from JJ. 

Just wanna say sweet dreams princess. I’ll def be dreaming about you. Anyways, movies on Tuesday? Heard Ironic Man was pretty good :) 

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“So you excited for this? My friends said it was super good and there’s a mind-fuck at the end,” JJ rambled as he led you up the dark steps of the semi-crowded theatre. 

“Yeah, I love Tony Park,” you replied nonchalantly, hugging the snacks.

No surprise, he booked you guys the very last row. You settled down the drinks and jumbo popcorn bucket while he lifted the seat’s arm that divided you two. He proceeded to wiggle his brows suggestively. You were glad it was dark enough that he couldn’t see your face cringing for dear life. 

Plopping down beside him, you immediately dug into the popcorn as the previews rolled. He grinned and reached for your thigh. “How was work today babe?”  

“Pretty good,” you perked a little, “I signed three new clients and even taught this sixty-year-old lady how to do a cutback!” 

“Mhm,” he mumbled, clearly not paying attention to anything that came out of your mouth. Inching closer, his lips trailed up your neck before he began nibbling on your ear. 

From the side stairway, you detected four familiar heads prance up the steps with giant hoodies shielding their faces. They slid into the row before yours, trying to to muffle their giggles with their sleeves. 

Amateurs.  

Briefly, you caught Maia’s sly wink before the group sat down. On cue, you shoved your horny date off you. 

“Hey JJ,” you whispered sultrily, placing a palm on his chest.

“Hm?” 

“Do you think you can grab me some sour candy from the concessions? I totally forgot to grab them when we were there. Like, I can’t watch a movie without them.” Your lips jutted out into a convincing pout. 

“Yeah sure, of course.” The blonde jogged down the sides and out the door just as Maia bent over the back of her seat and hurdled onto your row. 

“Okay Black Widow, way to stay under the radar,” you commented on her ungraceful maneuver as she fished out a small bottle from her jacket pocket. 

“What? This makes me feel like I’m in Mission Impossible. We’re basically spies now.” She popped open the cap and sprinkled some powder into JJ’s drink. 

“Wait, what’s in that again?”

Maia smirked. “Oh, just a little... surprise for our favorite fuck boy. Just steer clear of him in like thirty minutes.” 

She quickly flipped back over the row just as JJ’s bright yellow hair popped back into the theatre with your sweets. Your palms were sweating in anticipation.

Throughout the movie, JJ’s hands roamed your body as you obliviously munched on the candy. He constantly kissed on your neck and told you how cute you were, earning glares and shushes from the people around you. 

After about thirty minutes, you noticed his leg restlessly fidgeting up and down.  

“Are you okay?” you whispered, leaning away from him. 

“Y-Yeah, j-just-” 

His eyes all but darted out his face. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. “Oh fuck.” 

Instantly, he charged out the room at an inhuman pace while the quad in front of you erupted in laughter just as an important character died on screen. 

“Guys, what the hell did you put in his drink?” you rasped, leaning over. 

“Oh you know,” Annalise responded through her snickers, “Just a nice little laxative.”  

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note: more sabotage to come ;) also pls message me if you want to be tagged

chapter 5

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[byuntrash101]

whats your favorite baekhyun hairstyle?? i absolutely LOVE his kokobop mullet. the 80s rock star vibes aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhoajzosjasoznzksns (faints) ~ 🦊

Hey againnn my foxy 🦊

Okay hummm kokobop mullet has the power to make an entire nation horny okay! I LOVE KOKOBOP BH SO FCKN MUCHHH!! But honestly it's about his whole fucking persona like he was so fuckboy fratboy of the 80s just knowing he's insanely hot and doing everything possible to make panties drop. like that one gif

Like thanks... i have to change underwear now 😒😒

BUTTTTT my fave haristyle is obsession.... Like the slicked back wite hair, the contact lenses, the face chain... THE FUCKING LATEX PANTS!!!! Like please sir ruin me. Take me and do whatever idc anymore.

I mean look at him!!! He's screaming marvel vilian right here! i know this is about hair but im sorry i have no self control when it comes to this man! like ugghh im sorry i need a cold shower haha

Honorable mentions: bambi mullet, pink hair joppin, black as his soul monster hair, blooming days short bangs and warm blond (ughh that hearing) okay i'll stop haha

[tomthesoftie]

is this seat taken pt.2

a/n: this is a lot longer than i expected it to be and it took me almost the entire afternoon so hope it doesn’t flop like everything else :(

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving), fluff

masterlist                     prompt list

pt.1 | pt.2

You walked into the dimly-lit home, music and chatter of people pounding in your ears. It smelled awfully of alcohol and sweat. Out on the lawn, people were throwing up their guts, while inside, people were grinding on one another. 

Your friends had convinced you to come. Unlike yourself, they loved to party and let loose, so when you told them about the invitation, they didn’t hesitate to say yes. 

Now that you were there, you started to regret it. Your friends had already left you to go hook up with some guys or get themselves drunk. You, on the other hand, tried to squeeze your way through the crowd. Only wearing a maroon bralette and light washed shorts, you wrestled off guys trying to grab you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you saw the kitchen, an empty yet messy room. You slid into the room, leaning against the counter, sighing. You looked over at the trunk of drinks and went to see if there were any non-alcoholic drinks in it. Surprisingly, there were many cans of soda and water bottles. You dug your hand into the box of ice, pulling out a bottle of cold water.

“I guess I must be irresistible, then,” a familiar British voice came from behind you.

You jumped in shock, turning around quickly to see the boy who invited you to the party.

“No, not really. My friends just dragged me here,” you explained.

“Ouch, that hurts,” his eyes scanned over your figure, “and that is hot,” he said shamelessly.

You slapped his bicep, “Eyes up here, div.”

“Div? Alright then, princess,” he smirked before playfully bowing.

You rolled your eyes, turning away, “Don’t you have to go find a girl to fuck? I’m pretty sure you won’t find one here.”

“Yeah, I guess there are no girls in here,” he placed his chin between his index finger and thumb. You glared at him. “Kidding, kidding. Honestly, I’d rather just hang with you.”

“I’d rather not, so I’m gonna go,” you started towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Come on, stay. I’m not just some stupid fucker, I swear.”

Realizing you had no where to go, you groaned, “Fine, but you’re going to have to be my entertainment tonight. I’m not going to let my phone die,” you looked at your percentage, 27%, “About that, do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one in my room, but we’re going to need to be up there if you want to charge it.”

“That’s fine, but no funny business,” you pointed a finger at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

“I know, now let’s go,” he laughed.

Tom led you up the stairs, maneuvering past the drunks. He opened a door to a clean room filled with fresh air. It had grey walls and to match them, a queen sized bed with a simple grey duvet. In the corner, there was a desk with books, papers, and a laptop placed on it. Posters of Marvel characters, mostly Spider-Man, and plays decorated the room.

“This is your room?” You asked, awestruck.

“Yup, I like to keep it clean, unlike the other boys,” as you stood in the room, still looking around, he snatched your phone out of your hand and placed it on his desk, charging it, “You can sit where ever you’d like. I’m pretty sure your cleaner than anything in this house, so be my guest to sit on my bed.”

Still looking around, you plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. The soft fabric gently rubbed against your skin and you sunk into the comfort of the mattress.

“So, are we gonna talk or are you gonna keep admiring my room?” He asked, feeling a sense of pride as he watched you survey his abode.

“Oh, right. It’s just such a nice room,” your eyes sparkled with content.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve got that. Now pay attention to me.”

Your gaze traveled to him. You noticed his curls were messily assorted on his head and a loose curl hung above his forehead. His chocolate brown eyes were watching you with admiration. The line of his jaw was very defined, and he was fairly muscular.

“Eyes up here, darling,” he quoted your response from before.

You looked up and blushed, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry.’

“It’s alright, darling, found it quite cute, actually,” you were surely red now, “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Great, then truth or dare?”

The game started innocently, with simple questions like, “What’s your favorite color,” or “What are your hobbies?” Then, it escalate to, “How many people have you fucked,” or “Is there anyone you’d like to fuck that is here, at this party?” Tom had asked you that question and you sat, flustered.

You had an answer in mind, but you didn’t want to say it. You’d learned so much about him over a couple hours, and ever since you looked at him, you started to notice specific details in his features.

“So, is there?” He nudged your shoulder, winking at you.

“Yes,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze.

“What? Who?” He looked at you intently.

“Isn’t it my turn to ask the questions?”

“Okay, then I choose dare.”

“I-I dare you to,” you hesitated, “Idareyoutokissme.”

He stared at you, shock glazing his features.

“I should go,” you said, quickly standing up.

“No, wait,” he pulled you onto his lap, smashing his lips on yours.

At first, your eyes were wide open, but as he continued, you melted into the kiss, following along. The kiss was passionate. His hands roamed your body, occasionally squeezing your ass. You pulled away, pushing him down on the bed.

“Do you want this as much as I do?”

Without answering, you yanked his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He listened and tore it off. You ground your hips on his, moaning at the sensation. His hands massaged your breasts before pulling off the bralette, revealing your hard nipples. The pad of his thumbs teasingly rubbed the sensitive buds, making you let out a loud moan.

He flipped you over, placing you beneath him. His mouth engulfed your left breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. He groped the other breast with his hand. Slowly, his mouth moved to kiss down the center of your torso. Once, he was above the waistband of your shorts, he skipped down to your inner thighs. 

“Tom,” you whined.

He chuckled, sending vibrations up your leg. Your hips rose, trying to put pressure on your clit. He looked up at you and began to pull off your shorts. There was a visible patch of wetness in your maroon panties. His finger gently stroked it, making you jump at the sensation. He gently kissed your inner thighs once again, but inching closer to spot you needed it most. When he finally reached it, he lightly licked it and pulled away.

You groaned and begged, “Please, Tommy, I need you.”

He grabbed your panties, sliding them down your legs, taking his time. He threw them to the side, completely disregarding them. His hands pushed your legs apart, allowing him to drop in front of your dripping pussy. His lips attached to your swollen clit, sucking on it. Your back arched off the mattress, moaning with pleasure. He licked up your wet slit, swirling your clit and watched as you writhed. 

“Fuck, I need you in me, please,” you begged breathlessly. 

Tom lifted himself off of you, pulling his pants and boxers off. His cock sprung out, some veins popping out of it. You stared at the size of it, afraid it wouldn’t fit.

“Don’t worry, love, just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll stop,” he said reassuringly.

He climbed over you, collecting your wetness with his tip. Slowly, he slid into you, groaning at your tightness. He began to increase speed as your moans grew more vocal.

“You feel so good, darling.”

“Fuck, Tommy,” you moaned.

“Feels so good when you squeeze me, baby,” he bent down to kiss your neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you yelped.

“Cum for me, love,” he whispered in your ear, urging you on.

You let out a loud moan, shaking with pleasure as you came. He pulled out, instructing you to open your mouth and he let his cum fall into your mouth. You swallowed his load as he dropped beside you.

“That was amazing, princess,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, holding your bare body against his.

“Goodnight, Tommy,” you said yawning as you cuddled his chest.

“Goodnight, love,” his eyes fluttered shut.

After a while of waiting, you felt Tom’s breathing steady and his movement lessen. 

You looked up, ensuring that he was asleep and whispered, “I think I’m falling for you, but I’m afraid of getting hurt.”

You felt him shift beside you and your breath caught in your throat. You crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn’t heard you.

To your dismay, his hoarse voice replied, “I think I’m falling for you, too. I’d never hurt you, love.”

Your eyes were stuck shut, pretending to be asleep to hide your embarrassment. He caught the gist and chuckled, stroking your hair before falling asleep with you still in his arms.

[recsbyprada]

a list of recommended jungkook fics , enjoy 🤍

♛ - personal favorite

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angst | fluff | smut | one shot | 17k 

"a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party. 〞

POST BREAK UP au , EXES TO LOVERS au 

Flesh & Blood by @kinktae

sci-fi | smut | completed series

You are living in a society that is just now picking up the scraps that the Great Outbreak left behind after the government killed off the majority of the zombies. Still, some remain, and fear still lies within society’s walls. So imagine your surprise when the very thing you’ve been taught to fear ends up saving your life, showing you that maybe two beating hearts aren’t always required when it comes to love.

POST APOCALYPTIC au 

The Jorts by @gukslut

fluff | smut | two-shot 

↳ Prequel : The Speedo 

JK has fallen in love. Too bad the object of his affections thinks he’s a fuckboy who gets blowjobs in women’s locker rooms. How did Jungkook convince his future wife to give him a chance when none of his usual tricks  work? 

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au 

Since Day One by @gukgalore

smut | fluff | one shot | 19k 

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FRIENDS TO LOVERS au, werewolf! jungkook + boxer! jungkook + tattoo artist! jungkook (the holy trinity) 

An Abundance of Mondays  by @diortae

fluff | angst | smut | one shot | 15k 

↳ + drabbles 

“why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

alternatively, it’s an old cliche, falling in love with your best friend. it’s a shame none of the stories ever told you it would feel like this.

FRIENDS TO LOVERS AU

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COLLEGE ROOMMATES au , FRIENDS TO LOVERS au 

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GRIEVING au 

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{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

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COLLEGE au 

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smut | fluff | one shot | 3.3k 

bored out of their minds on a seven hour road trip with their friends, Jungkook and his girlfriend decided to go on a ride themselves.

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au 

My Euphoria by @beyochu​

fluff | one shot | 7.6k 

when jeongguk forgets it’s mother’s day and your flower shop is the only one nearby that has his mom’s favorite flower, but oh shit it’s 4:45 and your shop closes at 5:00 and there’s rush hour traffic and so many dumb obstacles and now he’s in panting in front of your store at 5:02 while hopping on one foot and oh shit oh shit he didn’t expect an angel to step out

FAKE DATING au 

Knot Today by @kinktae​

smut | one shot | 5.8k 

When your first heat approaches and you are left desperate and partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

FRIENDS TO LOVERS au, werewolf!jk , A/B/O dynamics 

Arachne Boy by @kinktae​

humor | one shot | 11k

How do you tell your best friend that the reason you can’t hang out with her is because you’re too busy trying to save New York?

Or, “Are you asking me if I piss out webs?”

MARVEL au , spiderman!jk 

[likesomekindofcheese]

I’m Not in Love

Summary: Roger Taylor is a fuckboy and you definitely don’t like him...or do you?

A/N: this is a semi oneshot/blurb that was requested by an anon who wanted a piece with Ben! Roger (or regular Roger if you would like to imagine) based off of the 10cc song, I’m not in Love. Thanks especially to @supernaturalee​ AKA Sarah for helping me when I got writers block while editing and was stuck! Please enjoy!

Pairing: Ben! Roger Taylor/Roger Taylor x fem! Reader

Genres: enemies to friends to lovers!

cw: mentions of drinking and sex, not as many drafts as I sometimes do, I just wanted to get this finished and shared.

Taglist: @queenlover05​

Word count: 1989

 “I’ve got better things to do on a Saturday night…”

He took a drag, the whiff of tobacco caught you as the night air chilled you through your jacket.

“I could give you their names,” he added.

This is the guy she wanted me to meet? Really? One of those again.

Roger gave you a little look seeing you walk outside of the club for some air. It was just a glance, nothing more, but you turned on your heels and walked out, passing some young man with long, dark hair with waves.

People everywhere talked about smile. And your friend told you that you had to see especially who was playing, far more than the actual music.

She would hardly shut up about it at the coffee shop,“Oh Y/N, you absolutely must! The guitarist-His solos are incredible and there’s a drummer who…and…he…” your friend would then dissolve into pink looks and giggling.

“He’s the best one. You have to meet him. You’ve been single too long! He might fix that!” she hinted, touching your arm as if to drag you there.

He was talented, there was no denial. But something about him and the way he carried himself you could immediately prove he was the kind of boy who batted his eyes, grabbed a girl, had his fun, and then left her in the dust.

And now you had the hardcore evidence.

As you turned back to get a drink, your friend saw you and cried “ah! You’ve met them yet!?”

Her earrings clicked as she swished her head in excitement, you could smell the heavy flower perfume drenched on her.

“Well I…”

You had no time to explain because she ran up to you, waited for the dark haired boy to finish talking with them, and then ran up with you.

“Hello Brian, Hi Roger!” she said.

She then pushed you forward.

“This is Y/N! She’s been so excited to meet you both!” she introduced.

The two men looked at you at first blankly and your eyes widened in a bit of fear.

The dark haired guitarist said a polite hello and shook your hand with a soft grip. But the blonde haired one wiggled a little as he sat, then stood up and looked at you with half closed lids and a smolder as he went to say “hi” darkly.

Ugh.

“So Y/N, enjoy the show?” he asked, biting his lips and placing his hands on his hips.

Huffing, you replied “yup, but I got better things to do on a Saturday night…”

He froze, backing off a bit.

“And it doesn’t involve begging groupies for blowjobs” you finished as you turned away before there was chaos.

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There were several people in your favorite coffee shop you would see. The old man with round glasses. The students who always brought heavy textbooks and ordered flat whites. The little girl who had to have hot chocolate with cinnamon. Many people, but fairly typical.

But few of them actually went up to you dressed in a heavy, tan fur coat like a pimp with tinted glasses.

“ ‘ello, Y/N!” he greeted cheerfully, forgetting the previous scene you met.

You sighed a little. “What’re you doing here, Roger? I have a book that’s here and I’m into it, so make it quick.”

You tapped your finger over the picture. You kept noticing Roger’s eyes kept darting down, but not to your shirt like you thought.

“I’m here for the book too” he confessed.

Your back shot up straight.

“Really? How many girls have heard that one!” you said.

“No! Can I…can I at least have a peek?” he asked, his eyes wide.

Relenting, you showed him the book on the inside. There was a photo of an infant elephant chasing after birds.

“Roger…you are really interested in a photo book of elephants? Of all things?” you asked.

He smiled sheepishly and said “uhm…yeah. They’re my favorites.”

You bit back a mine too.

You both spent some time there, learning what music and movies you both liked, chatting, looking at the book.

But so help you, it wasn’t a date.

And that party the next week was not a date either especially because Fred was there and after the concert the next week he proved himself better than Tim Scaffold could dream of being.

So help you, there would be no instance of anyone suspecting anything and Roger could have all the bimbos in his bed sheets as he liked.

The phone rang that evening the day after the party as you had settled in with your book. But you jumped as your brother grabbed this.

“Hello, Y/L/N household.” He greeted cordially.

His eyes went wide. He then turned to you.

“Y/N…it’s a…a boy…” he hissed excitedly.

Your stomach dropped. What boys have you talked to? Who got your number? Your brain raced to all the boys you have ever known.

“Who is he? Have you dated? Why haven’t I met him? This Roger fellow!”

You sighed a little.

“Hello there.” You said, you played with the cord of the phone to get yourself to relax.

Something about his voice did have a charm to it, you admitted.

“Hello Roger, what...what is it?” you asked lightly.

“Y/N…uhm, I think Fred left something with you. You see, he was so hammered. And when he’s hammered, he gives people gifts because he says he loves them that much. Now he’s missing his ring. Do you happen to have it?” he explained.

You recalled there was a small gold ring that somehow found it’s way into your pocket.

“Yes, it’s here. We can meet somewhere and return it.”

As you both set up a time and place to meet, your brother was staring at you, wide-eyed. His hands covered his mouth, controlling the urge to ask an interrupting question.

“Thanks, Roger” you said as you set the phone down.

“Oooooo, Y/N! Oh my god, oh my god! Who is he? Where did you meet him?”

“It was no big deal! I accidentally got his roommates ring and I’m gonna return it!”

“On a date?”

“No! We’re not dating!”

“Y/N, I know how boys work, they only take the effort to call if they really, really like you. His name’s Roger, isn’t it?”

“He…he doesn’t like like me!”

Immediately the phone rang again. You rushed over and picked it up.

“Roger, again!”

“Well, he’s an outright Romeo, isn’t he? Can’t get enough of you!” your brother quipped but you only glared.

“Hey, uuh, Y/N I know it’s…it’s kind of awkward I’m calling you but…tell your folks it doesn’t mean anything, ok! Just to help my mate.”

“Of course” you insist, turning back to face the hundreds of questions and your brothers denial of reality.

_-----------------

Your brother insisted he go to Smile’s next concert once he got wind who this drummer was.

“He called you, Y/N, you have to understand that that means he’s making an effort to see you which means he fancies you!” he insisted, settling into the seat for the concert.

You held your cup of juice with both hands and finally gave him what was “Listen, Roger’s an…uh, ladies man, we shall say. He’s not the type to settle down and start a family. He doesn’t care about anything but his dick and his own ego and how many girls he can score with, but if you want to listen to the music, it’s fine by me.”

Even if he does like elephants…and charity work…and science and all that stuff. It doesn’t matter. He’s moved on from me to the next girl.

As the band members went onstage, you marveled at how hypnotized everyone was at the new singer. You almost didn’t notice the blond head in the very back.

Once it was over, your brother charged up to him, pushing aside numerous long legged, makeup donned girls waiting to shoot their shot.

“No, please don’t!” you begged.

But it was too late.

Your brother grabbed Roger and threatened “You keep your filthy hands off of my sister, eh? If you so much as touch her-“

The other band members rushed up to settle the peace and push them off. But you ran to him.

“See, there? Roger isn’t my boyfriend or lover or whatever you think he is!” you say.

“Then why’d else you try to call her? Huh? Wanna get her pregnant?!” he roared into Roger’s face.

“Oh no! No! Not at all! She just got Fred’s ring by accident and Fred was too hungover to do it himself! I swear!” he said breathlessly.

“It’s the truth, trust me!” you add on, butting your head in between them.

He huffed like an angry bull and said “well, fine.”

You walk up to the band and say your deepest apologies for the trouble. Each one nods and even Fred taps you on the back.

“Thank you, darling” he spoke in a flute like wave of a voice that seemed to contradict his rather foreign appearance. “Let me buy you a drink or something to repay that trouble! Or some food, you must be famished and you deserve the best care…” he rambled on, and you even folded your arms, smiling from this sudden burst of motherly generosity from someone you barely knew.

“You braved a lot, Y/N. I mean, I-we like having you around but not as…you know….just as friends!” Roger said.

But as you walk away to join your brother it hits you that although it was dark in the area, Roger looked a little redder than normal as he said it. But it was best not to get your hopes up.

__________________________----------------------------

The guitarist loved taking pictures. The more you hung around the band ever curious, drawn to their music, the more he seemed to take them. His camera was nearly always at his side, sometimes in his bag he pulled out the OWL glasses to show you how they came to life.

After you walked in one rehearsal and immediately Roger walked up to you.

And he walked up to you fast.

“Uh, Y/N! Where is…where is that picture? The one Brian took?” he asked, pushing his hands into his pockets.

Your heart raced a bit.

“What…what picture?” you questioned innocently.

“Y’know! The picture he gave you that you kept?! Can I have it?” he begged.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Roger kept shifting side to side, his big eyes darkening “Let’s make a deal, we all love his photos. Return yours and I’ll return mine…you know we all clamor for those photos.”

You sighed a little, stifling a laugh.

“I…I already have mine with me…but can I…can I see yours?” you ask.

Huffing, Roger pulled up the photo. It was on a bright spring day in London when you were outside. There was a flower tree in bloom filled with large pink flowers. You stood beneath, smiling at the warmth and the tree.

“But listen, just ‘cause I keep it I…it….it doesn’t mean anything!” he insisted.

He turned very pink and forced his eyes to the side.

You began to laugh a little uncomfortably, “But Roger…look at this”

You pulled out a wallet and produced a photo of him drumming.

Roger released a breath and dropped his jaw into an amazed smile. A glimmer in your eye saying everything.

“What ‘bout your brother?”

“He just didn’t want you to see me as some groupie,” you said. “Do you? Because if you’re looking for a one-night stand…”

He hushed and looked around; the others were a little distracted.

“Of course not, you’re even better! I…I’ll talk to you after” Roger promised.

“Let’s get dinner” you mouthed as he walked up to his drum set and he replied with bitten half grin that set your brain on fire.

Wait…what if this is…I don’t know…just some phase and…I’m being dumb and it won’t last or anything.

It’ll be a nice phase, though.

[slothinplaid]

Star Wars Experience™ Part 2 (aka Mom and I Watch Star Wars):

(Edit: decided to add the Solo stuff to this post to make things more...even, I guess?)

Now we're on Solo:

1. My mom, immediately, "Han is such a fuckboy." Ashdjkflafjl MOM. I told my best my best friend and my mom goes, "I would like to reiterate, I love Han, he's my favorite. He's still a fuckboy though." Alrighty then 😂

2. Also: "The actor for Han looks familiar." "He was in Beautiful Creatures." "Oh yeah! That movie sucked." I know.

3. Emilia Clarke is ughh. Such a queen.

4. The weapons in this movie. I want all of them. Especially Enfys' electroripper staff & Dryden's Kyuzo petars (the brass knuckle things). Dope. As. Fuck.

5. The moment Lando pops up on screen, "He's so gay." Yeah, we been knew, lmfao. (Also, his /CAPES/, holy SHIT dude.)

6. L3-37 is hilarious and a mood. (Me, relating to a droid? More likely than you think.) (Edit: Ah. L3 was voiced by Phoebe Waller-Bridge. That...makes a lot of sense, lmfao.) Mom made fun of me when L3 was shot & then was turned into part of the Millennium Falcon and I cried a bit. Whatever, it was sad. ):

7. Chewie is and always has been a mood. (I may have cried /again/ when he left his tribe behind to be with Han & help Lando and L3. No one can prove anything.)

8. I love Woody Harrelson & Paul Bettany.

9. Enfys Nest is a CUTIE wow

10. Both of us agree it was a damn good movie.

Okay, so, Rogue One:

1. "Wait, why is she in jail???" Mother, I am watching the same movie, I Do Not Know

2. Both of us, "Aww!! Riz Ahmed!!" & Mom when Bail Organa popped up, "That's my dude!!"

3. Mom & I @ Krennic: Bitch-assness. All up in the face. (Even though she loves Ben as Talos in Captain Marvel.) & Mom at Tarkin: "He has an Evil Face™." Agreed.

4. Donnie Yen is, and always will be, a badass. Mom, "A muhfuckin' G with that stick, yo." The lightbow is fucking awesome, I'm with her on that, lmao.

5. K-2SO is probably my favorite character. Possibly my favorite droid (other than R2-D2 & L3-37.) (Edit: Of /course/ Alan Tudyk voices K2, of course.) Oh, oh no. K2 /: Mom, "K2 kinda looks like the Iron Giant right there." Me, crying, "Yeah, that makes it worse. 😭"

6. I KNEW THEY ALL DIED. WHY AM I CRYING. UGHHHHH 😭😭😭😭

Rogue One, May the Force Be With You ❤

On to the next: Episode IV: A New Hope

[ultradiplr]

#1 Fan

Plot: You catch the eye of your favorite baseball star Siebren de Kuiper before a game~

Tags: Sort-of-Sexting, Age Difference. Semi-Public. BJ. Overuse of the smiling emoji. Reader radiates big bottom energy, but is otherwise gender neutral. Sigma is a… Fuckboi. lol

A/N: I have no self control and even though I have like five other things I’m working on right now @sketchingshow ‘s Baseball!Sigma has given fuel to a new fire.

Xx

You look at the clock over the ticket booth and grimace, looking down at the digital ticket you had pulled up on your phone screen, mentally face palming at how you had gotten 12:30 and 2:30 mixed up. You sighed and walked up to the qr scanner, verifying yourself, and walked through the rotating metal pipes of the entrance, figuring since you were already here you might as well check in. It’s not like you could go home and wait considering it took you an hour to get here.

Oh, the things you were willing to put up with so you could see your favorite baseball player Siebren de Kuiper in his last season.

There were a bunch of people here already, staff and fans alike, though mostly for the home team, so you weren’t that anxious at being so early. You walked through the entrance hall, taking a few photos of some of the player posters hanging, and out through a vomitorium that lead into the stadium. You looked out over the empty field, bright and green and surrounded by high walls of seats, and took a quick selfie with the vast expanse of the stadium behind you, at least being this early meant no one knocking you down or being in the way for a cute photo. 

You wandered down closer to the field, taking in the smell of freshly cut and watered grass, and took a load off in one of the more expensive seats. The home team was currently practicing before the game so you didn’t really care that much about watching them, content to fiddle with your phone until somebody told you to move. 

For a while you browsed some videos and looked through your social media when you got an alert. Siebren de Kuiper had posted an update on his profile. You tapped the notification and simultaneously had your heart drop into your feet and your stomach rise into your lungs when you saw something you never thought you would,

A picture of you, sitting alone in the stands wearing his name and number, boredly looking at your phone with the caption, 

“Not seen much nowadays, an eager fan. Lol. -Siebren.”

Your face was instantly set ablaze with embarrassment, too embarrassed to glance up and see the teams trading off field time, not sure how you’d react if you actually saw him looking in your direction. God, you wanted to die, but at the same time you felt like shouting out loud and dancing. You didn’t know what to do, you’ve never been noticed by a celebrity before. Should you leave a comment? Reshare it? Screencap it, print it, and hang it on your wall? Well, maybe not that, but what! Oh god this was so cool and crazy and oh god, you looked so weird in this pic! Was that what it looked when you sat down? Such poor posture! Ugh and you looked so tired! Would it be weird to try and doll yourself up or-

You shake your head and pinched the bridge of your nose, you were overthinking this. What would a normal person do in this situation? You typed out a quick comment. “Haha, that be me!” No, no too childish. “Wtf, that’s me!!!” Too surprised. Hmmm...

“Lol that’s me!”

Normal and friendly. Exactly how it should be. You were proud of yourself as you submitted the comment, marveling at it under his picture. You were nervous at him seeing it as you scrolled through his feed a little, mostly selfies of him with his team, over filtered pictures of his home life, and reshared posts about space facts and dumb baseball puns. It was honestly kind of adorable and underappreciated, if the low amount of likes meant anything, the man was as wholesome as they came and no one seemed to appreciate it!

A new notification popped up as you scrolled, a reply to your comment!

You tapped it and felt your heart flutter, Siebren de Kuiper had liked and replied!

“Thank You for your eager support then! :) - Siebren.”

A wide smile crossed your face at that, god that was adorable! You typed out a reply without thinking,

“Always a pleasure! <3” 

You giggled when you hit confirm, insides all warm. This was so cool. Like, literally, this was the coolest thing ever. You glanced up to the field, face burning when you noticed that he sat not too far away from you, sitting in the dugout a little diagonally from you, tapping away on a smartpad. Most likely browsing his own stuff. That was cool. He was cool. And handsome. And nice. And funny. And smart. And- okay your brain was going haywire. 

You needed to take a walk before you began to hyperventilate. You stood up and walked back into the entrance hall where miscellaneous vendors had set up, mostly baseball paraphernalia for the visitor’s team since the home team had it’s own gift shop in the building. You browsed a bit to distract yourself from the excitement. 

You were looking at a new version of the shirt you were already wearing when your phone buzzed with a notification.

“New direct message.”

That was odd, you never got dmed. You quickly opened it to find that you got a message from a random, empty account you weren’t following named Sigma14, weird name.

Where did you go?

You always forgot to lock dms to private, shrugging, you typed out a quick reply.

Sorry, Wrong person!

You were flipping through your settings to find the right configuration when a new reply came through.

Oh, I’m sorry!

I forgot this was my personal account!

It’s me, Siebren!

Your heart stopped and heat filled your body again, but your rational mind was rightfully unconvinced.

Yeah, sure you are.

Just send me the virus link

lol

You typed out, but waited for a reply this time, not knowing if you’d prefer to be let down with this being some weird scammer or actually get a real reply. Both seemed equally upsetting but for different reasons and on different ends of the spectrum. 

Here’s Proof!

He sent a few pictures. The first was of him, smiling into the camera with a thumbs up while sitting in a dugout, his face sweaty and his greying hair a little mused, then the next was a picture of the field you were just in, the name of the stadium clearly seen, and the last was a picture of the seat you were sitting in with a red question mark and arrow pointing to it. 

See!

He added after. You hugged your phone and squealed quietly, suddenly bursting with energy. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. It was really him!!!

akdjfldjsaf!

it’s really you!!!

I’m a huge fan!!

You typed out excitedly. 

Haha

I noticed!

Thank you for supporting me!

:)

So where did you run off to?

You took a photo of the shirt table you were standing at, glad that it was still pretty empty so no one seemed to mind you loitering around the table. You framed two different shirts with his name and number on it in two different colors, home and away.

Just buying some merch.

I need a new shirt

Lol

Which one do you think I should get?

You smiled when the texting bubble instantly popped up, feeling bubbly at the knowledge he was paying attention to you and not practicing.

Firstly, You have excellent taste!

And secondly, I don’t know…

I think I’d have to see it on you!

That last message almost killed you as you stood with your mouth open, if you’d been an omnic you were sure you’d have overheated and combusted. What the heck! What the Heck! Was he? No. Was he? No, surely not! He couldn’t have. That was… that was.. Did he just ask for a pic? You were blushing hard and silently staring at the words on screen before the typing bubble came up again.

Goodness!

I’m sorry for that last sentence!

I didn’t realize how that sounded!

I hope I did not upset you!

You let out a breath reading his reply, nerves calming. Of course he didn’t! Why would world famous baseball star Siebren de Kuiper want to get a pic of you in his jerseys? You were sure he could have actual models if he wanted. He didn’t need you! Oof, that was harsh, but true.

asfadaafsd haha

it’s alright!!!!!

I didn’t think anything of it

I think I’m just going to buy both, they’re both nice

You quickly replied, not wanting him to think you were upset at him. And you weren’t. Surprised, yes. But not angry. You mean, you’d totally send pics to him if he wanted, but you were sure he’d never want that. Right? 

They are!

And I’m sure both will look great on you!

:)

Your hands flexed on your phone as you gripped it a little tighter, looking at the two still unpurchased shirts. You picked up the shirts up, buying them and went to the nearest bathroom. You take off your shirt and replace it with the away shirt, leaving it a little unbuttoned, and snapped a mirror selfie, and looked at it on your phone. Cute despite the bathroom behind you. You did the same with the home shirt. 

You sat on the toilet holding your phone tightly as you debated actually sending them. They weren’t very explicit but still, the implication would be carried if he really meant anything the first time around. If he meant anything. Which he probably didn’t. So these photos wouldn’t be too bad to send… right?

You bit your lip and hit send. Waiting anxiously for a reply. Your heart was racing as you waited, feeling your blood pressure rise when the typing bubbles popped up.

:) :) :)

I was right.

They do look good on you!

You erupted in a fit of giggles, nerves a little on fire, god this was the craziest thing you’ve ever done. He wasn’t finished as more texts came in,

Would you like to get them signed?

:)

Holy fuck. Was he flirting with you? He had to be, right? Well shit, you couldn’t pass this opportunity up! You quickly typed out a reply, fingers shaking a little.

Would you?!?

Omg that would be amazing!

His reply came in instantly,

Come by entrance five in ten minutes.

I’ll gladly sign you.

:)

You actually yelled laughed, face burning like a stove, and pumped your fist in the air. Yes. Yes. Yes. You left the bathroom insanely giddy, wearing the white home shirt, and went to look at a map of the stadium. Entrance five was the farthest from the main entrances, and from what it looked like on your phone, a part of the stadium that was going to be completely empty. You chewed your lip as you made your way over there, nerves on fire. God you hoped this was going the way you wanted it and you hadn’t just misinterpreted everything.

About twelve minutes later as you sat in the empty hallway flipping through your phone and trying to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, he walked in through the stadium side. You got up instantly as his large shadow stretched across the floor. God, he was tall. Seven feet if you remembered correctly, two feet taller than you, and broad, insanely broad, arms like pythons. He looked a bit sweaty in his baseball uniform, an outfit that hid very little on his hulking frame, and smiled at you apologetically.

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He said coolly as he walked inside.

 He stepped up toward you gently, a kind smile as he held out a hand. You grasped his hand with both of yours, his hands were large, insanely, fuck, he was so much bigger than you, your mouth watered a little. 

“It’s no problem, I was happy to wait!” You said nervously and a little quickly, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated in his slightly accented voice, warm and absolutely lovely, sounding a lot different than what you were used to from watching interviews. “A lovely name.”

You laughed nervously and looked off, embarrassed, “T-thank you.” you stutter out as you dropped your hands to hide in your pockets.

“So, make this out to Y/N then?” He asked, pulling a pen out of his pocket and looking at you softly. God, your heart was a puddle.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess.” You said and he hummed in agreement.

You were going to hold out a piece of your shirt out for him to sign, but instead he stepped a little closely and bent down, putting the tip down just under your shoulder. You didn’t miss the glimmer in his eye as he bent in close, holding you still a little with his big hands, and wrote delicately on your skin. You held your breath, biting your lip as the hulking mass of him was so close to you, making your head swim.

“To my loyal fan Y/N,” He said as he wrote, his tone having gone down a notch, making your skin erupt in goosebumps, “Siebren.” He signed, eyes locking with yours as he stood back up.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning on the wall behind you for support as he didn’t move back much, looming over you a bit. 

“T-thank you, I, uh… thanks.” You said, biting your lip a little and fluttering your eyes.

He smirked as he leaned on the wall above you, caging you a little, though leaving enough room that if you really wanted to leave you could. He was giving you a chance to stop, maybe saving face if he also misinterpreted, this was all up to you.

You chewed your lip as he looked down at you expectantly. Your hands shook a little as they rose and gently rested against the rough fabric of his uniform over his chest. He continued watching you, eyes darkening as you hands wandered over his abdomen, feeling him up a little. He was so firm and a lot more ripped than you had thought. This man was a damn brick house.

You hesitated a little as you got lower, looking up at him for permission as your fingers got to his waistband. He smiled, his hand not propping himself against the wall raising to grasp your smaller ones and gently pushing you lower himself, right over his half hard on.

He huffed hotly as you made contact with him through his pants and you couldn’t help the little whine that escaped your throat. You felt him up, mouth watering a bit at the feel of the size of him, only half hard it was already bigger than the length of your hand. You groped and stroked him through his pants, pulling a few groans from him for the effort, but as he got harder he stopped you.

“Enough of that.” He said a little strained, voice heavy with lust as he patted your greedy hands away.

He stood up a little, no longer leaning over you for a moment as both hands went to undo his belt as your hands rested on his large thighs, you mind momentarily filled with the image of you straddling these thick slabs of meat. When he finally pulled himself from his pants, just as long and thick as you always imagined.You licked your lips and looked up at him, his face red, sweaty and eyes looking at you hungrily, it made you shiver in excitement. Fuck, you wanted him to come undone.

Without any prompting you bent down and kissed his cockhead as you slid onto your knees, earning a breathless word in dutch. You didn’t know what it was, but it sounded endearing and it stroked something inside you. He had to bend his knees a little and haunch over you, leaning his head against the wall, the height difference a little difficult while standing, but it made it all the more hotter in your opinion.

You lavished his hard cock with wet kisses and gentle stroking, going off the amazing noises he was making to get a feel for what he liked as you licked him sloppily. His dick was so hard and hot and beautiful His tasted a bit salty but he smelled really good, like grass and dirt and... chalk? It was a strangely arousing combination.

You smiled up at him as he stared at you, eyes half lidded and face red, looking a little angry and a little delirious. So handsome. Like a wet dream. You trailed a line of kisses from the underside of his base up to his tip, eyes locked with his as your lips got closer to his head, and when you did, you opened your mouth and laid his head on your tongue.

He moaned loudly, his hips canting and slipping through your hold into your mouth a little, dragging another moan out of him as you enveloped his head with your soft mouth. A hand dropped from the wall above you as it weaved itself into your hair. Your tongue swirled around his head, humming with please as he choked a little at the feel and gripped your hair a little harder.

He began to circle his hips a little, his cock slowly leaving and entering your wet mouth, getting a little deeper as he went. You just took it, drooling and moaning as he got deeper and deeper and pulled out less and less. As you got most of him in he stilled to a halt, breathing hard as you swallowed around him, looking at him with eyes full of hot tears with the stretch. Fuck, the feeling of him so deep was glorious, but he hadn’t hilted, and despite the fact he looked about to bust and you were not that sure if you could, you began bobbing your head a little to get farther.

His strangled moans where music to your ears as he didn’t stop your endeavor, burying his head in the crook of his arm against the wall as his other hand still had a tight grip in your hair. Your throat was getting raw as you mouthfucked him and you knew that you were probably depriving yourself with sufficient oxygen, but you didn’t care, the desire to please him much too large. 

Finally your nose met the pubes on his groin and he held you still against him, every muscle on his body pulled taut. He was mumbling something, but it didn’t sound like English, or dutch for that matter, just pure breathless gibberish as you felt him pulse in your mouth. You focused on breathing and relaxing around him, brain too scrambled to do much else.

Everything felt so good, your nerves were so sensitive and every little sensation made you shiver in desire.  The feeling of your shirt against your chest, of your pants against you groin, of his fingers in your hair, of the feeling of his thighs under your hands, it all felt so good. Fuck, having him in your throat was turning you on so much it felt like you were going to cum from this alone.

Slowly he began to rut into your mouth, using your mouth as his own little fleshlight. Fuck, it was so hot. H was breathing so hard, his thighs twitching under your hands. He was saying something now, dark and needy, spoken like demands or praises but you couldn’t understand him, couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the squelch inside your head of him fucking into your throat.

Your eyes lulled and you just moaned around him, feeling the drool spill onto the front of your shirt as he fucked you to delirium, choking you repeatedly on his cock. Suddenly he held you tight to his base and said the first words to break through the haze of lust since you started, 

“Swallow.” He said through grit teeth, like you had any other choice.

The feeling of him twitching in your mouth and spilling his hot cum in the back of your throat triggered your own orgasm, and without any direct stimulation your body was wracked with a full body shiver. Your body flinched against his hold as you felt the thick liquid get forced down, but he held you steady, and before he was finished, he pulled out quickly to squirt the last of himself on your slightly swollen lips and drool covered chin.

You would have been angry if you weren’t so out of it. He hummed with please as you stared up at him through the tears in your eyes, tilting your face up to him so he could see the copious amount of cum on your tongue.

“Swallow.” He said softer than before, out of breath.

You obediently closed your mouth and swallowed, opening it again to show him and he smiled widely, petting your head. 

“Goed, goed.” He purred and it made you bristle in happiness in your post orgasm state.

You stayed like that for a while, him petting you and whispering kind words as your mind slowly booted up again. As he got himself presentable again and you cleaned yourself, he helped you back onto your feet and you checked the time on your phone. 2:15? Geez, time really flew by.

You were about to alert him of this when his hand met your lower back as he lead you back toward the entrance hall, “Yes, I know.” He said with a wink.

You were confused until you actually got out and saw through the large glass windows of the entrance the sheets of rain pouring over everything. There was an alert on your phone from the ticket holder, 

Delayed Game.

You looked up at him and he smiled smugly, “It seems I have a bit more time before the game.” He said with fake surprise.

“Do you have anything else you’d like to get signed?” He asked, hand still on your lower back as he lead you into the more private area of the stadium.

The fire of desire was lit again and you smiled up at him, “I still have two more shirts.” you say innocently.

He hummed and you felt his thumb rub lightly over your lower spine, 

“Well, then, let’s find a pen.”

[dolcenco]

Ay Mami Likes It Rough Pt. 3

Christopher Velez x Reader 

Warning/s: SMUT AF

S/N: SOOOOOOO, for some reason t*mblr deleted the contents of this and im like???????? wtf duddddde why??????? i just added some tags what gave you the right to delete everything, if i didnt back this up from my drive id have to type everything back up from memory and scratch akhakhsakhs thank u almighty for back-ups 

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“Erick?”

“Que?”

“Why are there dicks on my tour publicity materials?” You watched him edit the publicity material due later over his shoulders.

You, Erick and Joel, were at backstage in the lounge room waiting until it was time for soundcheck. Erick was designing the concert edits after the short photoshop lesson you gave him, and Joel was reading mountains of fanfics on Tumblr with your phone.

The moment that seemed like a calm afternoon turned into a stressful one in minutes.

“Erick, No! We don’t put dicks on our tour edits!”

“(Y/n)! Do you have any more of those fanfictions?”

“Hold on, Curls. Gotta stop Erick from turning the edits into a dick gallery before I get fired.”

After a little game of tug of war and few sermons, Erick ended up messing with an old tour edit instead of the ones due. You let out a stressful sigh and plopped next to Joel on the couch. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge you as he continued to be engrossed by the content he was reading.

“How is it?” You asked, amused that he was enjoying the Marvel fanfics you suggested him to read.

“Did you know that people write about me?” He muttered, eyes still glued on the screen.

“What?” You asked and checked your phone.

Oh, so he wasn’t reading marvel fanfics.

“Oh?” You knew about them but he doesn’t have to know that you read them during your free time.

"Yeah, they were so good, I'm not even mad!" He gushed, pointing at the phone. "I mean, It was flattering. Weird, but impressive."

You just nodded in agreement, and let him continue to read when Clara, Richard, and Zabdiel finally entered the room with a bag of doughnuts, back in time for sound check.

“Clara have I ever told you that you’re an angel.” You thanked her as soon as you get your hands on the blessed doughnuts.

“Least I can do for babysitting the children.” She motioned at the two already stuffing their faces with food.

“Oh, you should see what Erick did with the edits.”

“No don’t show her!” Erick panicked, his mouth filled with doughnuts and hid your laptop behind him.

“Cla, where’s Chris?” Joel asked, and when Clara was about to answer, Chris walked through the door of the lounge with a smile the moment he saw you.

When you noticed him start to walk  towards your direction,  you panicked and quickly sat in between Richard and Zabdiel, “So, my favorite daddies, how are you?”

He stopped and shifted his direction to join Erick on the other couch instead, giving you one last look before turning to his best friend.

It had been two weeks since the jacuzzi night, and both of you had the most intense sexual tension in the air. Even other people could feel it. You’re afraid if Chris came any closer to you with his sensual touches, you’ll end dragging him to the nearest room for the 2nd round.

That night in the jacuzzi was undeniably the best sex of your life but when you reached your hotel room, realizations hit you like a ton of bricks. You were breaking the“no sex on the job” rule, and it was hard to follow through when Chris wanted to go for a second round. He didn't even try to hide it when he was around you and touched you more than he used to.

The hoe in knew that if you bite into the bait, it’d be the endgame for you, Chris and your career. Even the way you saw Chris changed. He was Chris  “the skater boy who steals all my uwus” to Chris the “ Papi, bend me over and fuck me senseless” in a snap.

You distracted yourself and was teasing Rich and Zabdi when one of the photographers rushed into the room, panting then sighed in relief when he saw you.

“(y/n)! I need you!” He asked if you could fill in the spot of one of the photographers for the show tonight, and once you agreed, he proceeded to orient you on the key placements for later.

As you both were reviewing, you both feel arms draped around both of your shoulders.

“What are you guys doing?”

Your body stiffened when you realize it was Christopher.

“Talking about the key spots for later, any suggestions?” The photographer asked and showed him the venue layout.

“Maybe have angles coming from this side…”

You tried to focus on the game plan, but can’t help notice Chris’ hand hanging dangerously in front of your chest, but he pulled them away, still conversing with the photographer.

“But (y/n) takes amazing shots so,” He says with a smirk. You don’t know if he was doing it on purpose or what, but his hands hanged dangerously close to your boob and with a little movement he can brush up on them accidentally.

You sighed in relief just when you thought he pulled his arm away. His hand slid down your back and paused just over the clip of your bra, curled his fingers as if he wanted to unclip them but thankfully didn't. He continued to caress down your back, and when you feel him move closer to your ass, you knew what’s about to happen.

AND NOPE NOT HAPPENING

When you quickly transferred to the other side of the photographer, Christopher frowned and looked confused but nodded his head anyway at the photographers’ instructions.

Although, you knew getting sexual with Chris was a bad idea but your body can’t help but look for his touch after that night. You just held everything in you not to drag him out of the room for that round 2.

*

It was an hour before CNCO's performance, and you were rushing down the hallway in a hurry to get to front stage for a proper evaluation of the venue. As you were fixing the settings of your camera, you suddenly feel a hand grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the nearest room

You were so ready to fight this person's ass, so you screamed and thrashed around until a hand muffled your protests.

“(y/n), shhh, calm down. It’s me.” The voice whispered, and your eyes snapped open to the sound of an all too familiar chuckle.

“WHAT THE HELL CHRIS!”

“Your face!” He harshly pulled you into a room, you were late, and his laugh rang in your ear in a really annoying way that you punched his arm.

“You’re such an irritation.” You cursed and glared, watching Christopher clutched his sides from laughing so hard, and when you realize that he wasn't going to take you seriously, you rolled your eyes and was about to leave when he stopped you.

“(y/n), wait, lo siento.”

You faced him and crossed your arms on your chest, feeling the weight of your camera heavy on your neck. You noticed that he was already wearing his blinding concert attire that you always questioned why management approved such a disappointing design.

“Aren’t you supposed to be preparing in…” you checked the time, “...in 50 minutes?”

He shrugged, “50 minutes is enough.”

You gave him a curious look, suddenly intrigued by what he meant. “Enough for what? and why are we in the bathroom?”  

He eyed you cautiously and bit his lip when the confidence he built up earlier started to diminish. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“What makes you say that?” You scoffed and avoided his gaze when your cheeks heated up. How can you say that the reason you avoided him is that because you wanted him to pound inside you over and over again until you couldn't take it anymore?

“That night at the jacuzzi. I don't know. If it was bad, I'm so sorry.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you reassured him. “It was good, like really good.”

“Oh?” He cocked an eyebrow and his lips twisted into a smug smirk.

“Don’t get any ideas, buddy. I could get fired for that stunt we did.” You told him sternly.

“No, you won’t.” He teased and tucked a loose hair that was falling over your face.  ”I got you.”

Christopher Velez back at it again with the soft fuckboy gestures.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.” The moment that stupid grin appeared on his face, the strings of banters began.

You took a good look at him now that he hovering close to your body and thought to yourself, oh how you badly wanted him in between your legs. You got all excited and drowned into his minty and masculine scent that made you weak in the knees.

”Besides, ” he started, whispering.

A shiver ran down your spine when you feel his lips grazed against your ear but the next thing he said sparked electricity in between your legs.  

“I wanna make you cum.”

You were surprised at how blunt he was but It wasn't long until you reached over and smashed your lips again his soft, luscious ones.  You sensed him smiling into the kiss, his craving for your lips finally satisfied after weeks of longing for them.

When he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you against him to feel your body against his. Chris lets out an “oof” forgetting about the camera in between you two.

You quickly apologized and he took your camera, placing it on the counter to keep it away from damage before he smiled at you darkly and resumed the kiss.  

He pinned your body against the door with so much force that you gasped, and he took this as an opportunity to slid his tongue inside your warm mouth and massaged yours with his.

He pecked your lips and you moaned when he sucked your bottom lip. He pulled away to trail kisses on your cheek and traveled to your neck as he pressed himself against your body.  

You let out a small moan when you felt Chris’ hard manhood pressed against your thigh. You wanted him so bad.

Kissing and sucking on your neck, Chris finally ground himself against your crotch and rolled his hips so you could feel how hard he was for you.

“Fuck, Chris.” You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you as possible. You were so turned on at this point and all that worry about the no sex on the job thing was threw out of the window.

His hand slid down to your ass and grabbed it, giving it a good squeeze. He reached under the back of your thighs and picked you off of your feet. You wrapped your legs around his waist and deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his neck and tossed his cap to the side so you could run your hands through his hair.

He grunted when you tugged on the ends, enjoying the feeling of your fingers weaving around.

“Watch the hair, Mami. They just fixed that.” You giggled and continued to play with his hair. You squealed when he walked you both to the counter and sat you on it, not breaking contact.

Christopher ran his hands all over your body, wanting to touch every inch of skin he grabbed on to. He didn't even hesitate to go under your shirt and cupped your breast underneath your bra in the process because oh god how he loved your tits.

Your skin shivered at the coolness of his rings as it grazed the skin around your nipples when he thumbed your sensitive buds. You moaned and arched your back at the sensation sent to your now aching pussy, rocking your hips against his crotch to tell him that you wanted him now.

“How much time we have left?” He managed to huff through the kiss, and you pulled away to check your watch while you tilted your head and granted him access to leave hungry kisses down your neck.

“30 minutes until the show.” You managed to pant out and Chris cursed against your skin.

He lightly gripped your neck and looked you straight in the eyes. He was giving you one of his signature sexy glare. The same dark looked he had when he caught you touching yourself in the jacuzzi. “I’m going to fuck you properly soon.” He growled and squeezed your tits. “But for now, I’m not going to let you go until you cum for me.”

You groaned with the aching feeling in your wet pussy intensifying with every word. He pulled your leggings off all the way down and grinned at the sight of your soaked gray panties. “Wet for me?”

Before you could respond, you gasped when he rubbed you through the cloth. He licked his lips as he pulled your panties to the side and slides two fingers into your soaking pussy.

“Fuck, Chris!” You moaned loudly and grabbed his shoulders, his fingers working their magic as he moves and massaged your clenching walls. He was hitting the perfect spots and you didn't want him to stop.

You noticed his hard-on printing on his pants. He looked like he was begging for release so you reached over and rubbed him through his jeans.

“Missed my dick, baby girl?” He bites his lips at the sight of you withering for him.

You nodded your head eagerly, whimpering when Chris pulled out his fingers out of you to pull down his pants and set his blessed cock free, stroking it for you. Ready for you.

He pulled your body closer to him and hovered over your shaking body. He laid you on the surface of the counter to bring you pussy close to his hard dick and tease your wet folds with the tip of his head. When you were just about to demand him to put his cock inside you, Chris eased himself into you and cursed how tight you were around his cock.

“Fuck, babe, you’re tight” He groaned. It was so intense the way you clenched around him, taking his size all in. The pleasure was running down your core as he eased in and out of you, thrusting himself.

“Faster,” You begged and he increased the movements of his hips and thrust harder, deeper into you. You whimpered for him. You couldn’t take it. His dick felt so good.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back in pleasure, finally having his cock buried inside of you after weeks of wanting, craving for him. He grabbed your leg and brought your body closer to him so he can fuck you deeper.

Grunts and moans filled the bathroom as Chris continued to fuck you on the counter. “Fuck, babe. So fucking good.” You moaned and pulled him closer to your body, his dick filling your tight cunt. The way you moaned made him roll his hips faster, and harder into your pussy.

“Fuck baby!” You cried, and Chris pulled your hips closer to his, sinking his cock deeper inside of you. You were almost laying on top of the counter, your elbows supporting your body as he thrust his hips onto you, the sound of skin to skin filling your ears.

He pulled down the front of your shirt, exposing your black lacy bra as he thrust into you harder while his other hand rubs your sensitive clit that sent electricity all over your body. You start to feel the burning sensation of your climax forming in the pit of your core.

“I’m close, babe.” You gasped and wrapped your arms around him, sucking and kissing his neck as you near your finish.

Chris grunted, desperate to make you cum so he picked up the pace, and fucked you faster and harder while he rubbed your clit furiously. You didn’t want the feeling to stop, but you were so fucking desperate to cum.

“Cum for me, Mami.” He whispered into your ear and when you heard him call you ‘mami’ you were gone. You cried out his name and you came all over his dick. Chris smashed his lips with yours as you ride out your high. The sound of heavy breaths filled the room with Chris leaning on your shoulder while you sank back against the mirror, catching your breaths. When Chris pulled out of you he checked the time and cursed, “Fuck we’re late.”

He quickly pulled his pants up and helped you get into your leggings and panties before he carried you off the counter. You both checked yourselves on the mirror, fixing your hair and clothes.

“You go out first, and I go last so we don’t look sketch or anything.”

He grinned at you, “Who cares if people knew?”

You rolled your eyes and was about to swat his arm but caught your hand and pulled you towards him, giving you one last sensual kiss and a squeeze on your tits.

He pulled away from you and went to open the door discreetly. He smirked and gave you one final wink until he poked his head out the door to check for any passerby.

After he made sure that the hallway was clear, Christopher stepped out of the bathroom first. You waited and counted to 10. You took a deep breath and swung the door open. As soon as you did, the sooner you wish you hadn’t.

"Well, well, someone doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘no sex on the job’ rule.”

You gulped. You were screwed.

[hellsbellschime]

Same. Like when I got to watching True Blood, Jessica and Jason became my faves because of how unexpected it was. Like I was going in expecting to love Eric, Tara, Lafayette, Bill before he got boring, Sookie before she got annoying. Like I didn't think I'd like Jason cause reading him up he just sounds like a mega fuckboy but Ryan adds heart to him and makes his dumbassery rootable. Like he says/does something dumb and you're like "at least your pretty." (1)

So once Jesscia and Jason became my favourites, when it happened I didn't mind it and I probably would have full on shipped it if I watched with no knowledge cause it wasn't awful. Like it kinda worked. But knowing at that time nothing would come of it, I tried to not allow myself & I just took it as enjoying their bond and friendship cause I think once Hoyt left, it kinda deepened their bond. Jason missing his best friend & Jess kinda missing someone who once accepted her. I don't know lol (2)

LOL Ryan really does make Jason’s idiot trash so charming, he’s so funny that it’s just impossible to resist him. And I apparently didn’t realize it at the time but I think a huge reason why I liked Jessica was because of Deborah Ann Woll too, at least I don’t think it’s a coincidence that she was one of my TB favorites and then became my favorite Netflix Marvel lass.

[ladyproserpinas]

2, 11, 17!

shows up two weeks late with wine.

2) talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life

river/doctor (doctor who): it’s literally the time traveler’s wife but in space … and the wife is also a time traveler. like literally the episode they first meet she dies, but she comes back because time travel. and they kind of keep circling each other and keep meeting out of order, it’s literally a fourth-wall break joke that you need a flow chart to keep up with how they know each other. it’s so angsty because on one side literally the day he meets her she dies, which y’know super makes you want to have a relationship with someone, and on the other side she knows she’ll get to a day where he won’t recognize her in some way. and god the flirting, i miss the flirting, they had some of the best flirting any of my ships have ever had. they were so unnecessarily affectionate and flirty with each other even in the early days on both of their ends. and now it’s supposedly officially over and has been since christmas 2015 and i’m so mad because there just wasn’t enough of them and sad because i’m probably never gonna have river back on my screen again and she is quite literally probably my favorite character of all time. literally my love for her/them is so bad that i saw .02 seconds of matt smith in the morbius trailer and i just went feral and spent $90 on a whole bunch of doctor who

hades/persephone: so like… beauty and the beast is my favorite favorite fairy tale and like if a relationship ends up in any way under this trope you bet your ass i attach myself to it and don’t let go. and hades/persephone do so much mainly because of the negative connotations of hades being lord of the dead, which we all know is wrong because he’s more the god of wealth and plenty than of the dead but y’know. but it does have so many of the same beats as beauty and the beast. a young and beautiful goddess goes to live with the scary lord of the dead, and she’s held prisoner as most retellings say, and then she eats three-six pomegranate seeds (again depending on the retelling), a tree sacred to the goddess of marriage and becomes bound to hades, and she stays. the fact that it’s widely accepted that hades was a faithful husband when both of his brothers are the first fuckboys of the world is also amazing. persephone additionally being considered equal to hades in her role as queen of the underworld, whereas hera and amphitrite are pushed aside in their roles as queens. there’s also the fact that their story is one of life and death, persephone leaves and the world blooms while the underworld grows cold, persephone comes home and the earth dies while she’s in her home. 

philinda: so like i actually don’t have many marvel otps in the mcu at all. but when i watched agents of shield what drew me in was their dynamic. they were mom and dad of the team and watching them be in love but not admit it for like five seasons was so great. and i will probably never ever forgive the writers for taking it away like right after it happened. like what was even the point? i don’t know, but thanks for the bone marvel. it lasted literally an ep.

i literally just realized that all of the ships i talked about are out of sync in one way or another and i’m like …. yeah my type are middle aged couples who have communication issues but would literally die for the other.

11) talk about your favorite first kiss

i have literally just now forgotten all of my otps first kiss…. technically river/doctor have two first kisses ….. and philinda’s actually was like really good….. ummm harry/ginny’s actual first kiss in the book is Iconic tbh. ummmmmmmmmmmmm 

y’know let’s talk about hanleia’s actually. because han and leia’s first kiss is still *chefs kiss* 

i loved it so much when i was a kid (and now i’ve realized that hanleia has been my otp longer than i’ve even known what shipping was and i’ve loved them since i was like 3-4 lmao so that’s actually my first otp whoooops) but now that i’m older and i understand the tension and frustration between them it is just so much better. because leia and han play with each other. no leia’s not concerned or angry that han is leaving at all even though she’s the one who chases after him when he’s just about to leave. no han doesn’t get all sappy eyed whenever leia enters the room… except he does.

so when they finally have that moment in the falcon where he’s not trying to impress her (he still acts like his wannabe smooth self tho) and she’s not trying to be in control. it is just. so. nice. like honestly i don’t think anything will ever and then jj had to try to cheapen it by making their son a fuckhead and no i will never not be mad about that THEY HAD TWO GOOD CHILDREN IN THE BOOKS DAMMIT

17) talk about a pairing you’ve stopped shipping romantically

this one was really hard because i’m normally like someone who doesn’t let go of ships????

and i literally just can’t think of one??? at all??? i guess like i’m gonna go with olic*ty because yeah i liked them like at times but the fandom really turned me off to them with how they treated …. basically every other female character who even breathed in oliver’s direction. acually olic*ty isn’t a good example because i always had my issues with them. but i did ship felicity with barry allen and they were cute af but i’ve moved on from that. so yeah felicity/barry.