#ove being in water it was always fun!!

[eternalstateofoctober]

i might go swimming next week!!!!!!

[p0orbaby]

Pitch Invader

summary: barça’s twelfth (wo)man

warnings: nothing

a/n: thank you for the request !

word count: 1.6k

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There are certain truths universally acknowledged: gravity exists, toddlers are irrational, and the Putellas genes are a force of nature.

Today’s a big day: Alexia is playing one of the most important games of the season, and you’re in the stands with your two-year-old daughter, who, despite being the tiniest human in the stadium, possesses the energy of a thousand deranged squirrels. You are, in a word, nervous.

Your daughter, however, is anything but nervous. She’s strapped into her tiny jersey with Putellas scrawled across the back in letters that are nearly as big as she is. Her hair’s up in a ponytail, more like a pineapple sprouting out of her head, but you know that’s the only way she likes it. You’ve brought snacks, water, an iPad loaded with Paw Patrol, and a collection of those little rubber animals she’s obsessed with. You are prepared for every disaster except, apparently, the actual one.

The game kicks off. Your daughter’s glued to the action, her eyes tracking the players with a focus you wish she’d bring to bedtime. She’s screaming "Mami!" like she’s the head of the Alexia Putellas fan club. Which, let’s be real, she probably is.

You, meanwhile, are half-watching the game, half-watching her, and half-wondering when you’ll get the time to sleep ever again. The maths doesn’t add up, but then again, neither does the toddler logic you’re about to encounter.

In the 30th minute, the snacks run out. Which, you should have known, is a harbinger of doom. Your daughter, little genius that she is, finishes her juice box and immediately hurls it to the ground. She gives you the wide-eyed innocent look that usually precedes a request for more snacks or a sudden need to use the bathroom. But not this time.

This time, she leans in conspiratorially, whispering, “Mami!” It’s a statement, a question, and a declaration of war all at once.

“Yes, baby,” you say, patting her hand, thinking she’s just expressing her undying adoration for Alexia. You know what’s coming, but you’re oblivious. Blame it on the lack of sleep or the adrenaline of the match.

“Mami!” she repeats, louder, with more urgency. You’re too busy trying to figure out if she’s got another juice box somewhere in the black hole that is your nappy bag to notice that she’s been scoping out her escape route. You’ve taught her well: always look for the exits. You just never expected her to take that lesson so literally.

“Mami!” And before you can register what’s happening, she’s off like a shot, little legs pumping with the determination of someone who’s just discovered that the world is a lot more fun when you’re not stuck behind bars. Literally. Because she’s somehow squeezed through the railing and is now sprinting toward the field like she’s got the ball and is gunning for the goal.

There’s a split second where time stops. The crowd noise fades, the players blur, and you’re left watching your tiny daughter make her bid for freedom. Then, the panic sets in.

“Oh my God, she’s on the pitch!” you scream, leaping to your feet. Your heart's in your throat, and your legs feel like they’re made of concrete, but you move. You have to. Alexia is going to kill you. No, worse, she’s going to tell your mother.

This is it. You’re going to die. Not because your daughter’s about to get trampled by a bunch of world-class athletes, but because Alexia Putellas is going to murder you on the spot for letting this happen.

“Don’t move!” you yell, as if your two-year-old is going to suddenly develop a sense of self-preservation and stop in her tracks. You leap over seats with a grace you didn’t know you possessed, and suddenly, it’s you versus the grass, a race you never wanted to be a part of.

The security guards, bless them, are as stunned as you are. They’re used to dealing with rowdy fans, not rogue toddlers. One of them starts to move, but you’re faster. You vault over the barrier like an Olympian, not caring that you’ve just flashed half the stadium. Your brain is a mess of conflicting priorities: get the child, avoid the cameras, don’t trip, for the love of God, don’t trip.

“Mami!” Your daughter’s scream pierces the air as she beelines for Alexia, who, by now, has spotted her and is having her own heart attack on the pitch. Alexia freezes, eyes wide, mouth open in a soundless yell. You can see her future flash before her eyes: headlines like “Star Player’s Toddler Takes Over Match” or “Tiny Terror Halts Game, Becomes Internet Sensation.”

The ball is at the far end of the pitch, and most of the players haven’t noticed yet. But one of the defenders has. She’s staring, and then she starts laughing. You can’t blame her. You’d be laughing too if you weren’t about to faint from the sheer absurdity of it all.

Finally, you reach your daughter just as she reaches the center circle. You scoop her up, her little legs still kicking as if she’s going to make a break for it again. She’s giggling, thinking this is all the best game ever, and honestly, you’re too relieved to be mad.

Alexia, however, is sprinting toward you like she’s about to dropkick someone, probably you, into the next century. You flash her an apologetic smile, holding up the wriggling toddler as if to say, “I found her! Look, I’m a hero!”

Alexia doesn’t look like she agrees. Her face is a mix of horror, relief, and something that might be love if you’re lucky. She reaches you, breathless, eyes still wide as saucers. “What… the… hell…?”

“I took my eyes off her for two seconds!” you pant, defensively. “You try keeping up with her!”

Your daughter, oblivious to the chaos she’s caused, throws her arms around Alexia’s neck and says, “Mami, I won!”

Alexia softens instantly, her expression shifting to one of pure adoration. She holds your daughter close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, you did, mi amor. You won”

The crowd, which had been holding its collective breath, erupts into cheers and laughter. You’re pretty sure you see a wave of camera phones aimed in your direction. Great. You’ll never live this down.

But then Alexia grins at you, and it’s that grin—the one that says she’s both exasperated and completely in love with you—that makes all of this worth it.

“I’m going to kill you,” she whispers, but she’s smiling, and you know you’re in the clear.

“Totally fair,” you agree. “But can we do that after the game?”

With a resigned laugh, Alexia turns to walk you both off the field, your daughter still happily babbling about how she’s the best player ever, better than even Mami. And you? You just can’t wait to tell her how this day was 100% her fault when she’s old enough to understand the concept of consequences.

As you reach the sidelines, you catch the eye of the commentator, who’s openly laughing now. “And that, folks, is what you call a family affair!”

You wave awkwardly, knowing you’re going to be a meme by the end of the day. But as you hand your daughter back to her seat, watching Alexia return to the pitch with a look of determination that’s all business now, you can’t help but feel a rush of pride.

Sure, you almost derailed an entire match. But on the plus side, you just might have discovered a new sport: Toddler Sprinting, with a side of Parental Panic. Gold medals all around.

[unabashegirl]

Camping — oneshot

Harry and Y/N were friends in college until that day. Now they are being forced to face one another...

Author's note: this one shot was posted on Patreon a long time ago. Happy that you all have a chance to read it!

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warning: smut

word count: 4.8K

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"I can’t believe you’re making me do this," she said as April tossed her backpack into the back of her car. "This feels like kidnapping."

"Stop being so dramatic and get in the car," April replied, a big smile on her face. You and April had been best friends since college, bonding over the ridiculous workload assigned to your class each week. You were opposites: you loved city life, running water, and comfort, while April thrived on nature, adventure, and challenges. She adored plants and meticulously cared for the ones she had at home. In contrast, April had once gifted you a cactus, which you managed to kill.

"I got us muffins and coffee from that place you love," April said.

"Is this your way of bribing me into going?" you asked, reaching for the bag of treats. "I know this is Mark’s idea." April just shrugged as she started driving.

"Aren’t you tired of the city? This will be good for you! All you do is work, sleep, watch The Office, work out, and repeat," April said, giggling as you stopped chewing.

"Leave The Office out of this," you warned. It had been your favorite show since high school, your comfort show, always playing in your apartment. You even tried to get others hooked on it. "I’ve seen you laugh."

"Listen, there’s something I need to tell you," April said, turning down the music.

"Did Mark propose?" you asked immediately, knowing they were endgame. The three of you had met in college and stayed close ever since.

"No," April replied.

"You’re pregnant then?!"

"Shut up!" April interrupted. "Harry is coming. Mark invited him, and I had no say in it," she blurted out, like ripping off a band-aid.

"Oh! Let me out. I am not going," you said, instantly annoyed at the mention of his name. "I thought Mark and he weren’t friends anymore."

"He just came back from America. He called Mark a few weeks ago, and they had drinks and dinner together. Apparently, he’s changed and is more mature." You rolled your eyes as you finished eating your muffin. Your appetite was gone, and you felt suddenly nervous. "You have to let go of that grudge against him!"

"It’s not a grudge, April. The man ghosted me after we had sex. That was all he was after. Him leaving was the best thing that could have happened to all of us," you said. You had fallen for his charm, and after much convincing, you finally gave in during your senior year.

"You’ve moved on, and so has he. I’m just asking you to be polite, babe," April insisted. "I just want us to have a good time."

You sighed, leaning back in your seat as the cityscape blurred past. "Fine. But if he starts anything, I'm not holding back."

April laughed, patting your leg. "That's the spirit. Just remember, we're here to relax and have fun."

The rest of the drive was filled with casual chatter and music, the tension slowly easing. As you neared your destination, a clearing in the woods where you would set up camp, you couldn't help but appreciate the serene beauty of the place. The stress of city life began to melt away, replaced by a reluctant sense of peace.

April parked the car and you both got out, stretching your legs and taking in the fresh air. "It’s gorgeous out here," you admitted begrudgingly.

"See? Told you it would be worth it," April said, grinning.

Mark emerged from behind the car, waving. "Hey, you two! Glad you made it. I'm surprised you managed to convince Y/N,” he said, wrapping his arms around April.

“It took a lot,” April giggled as Mark kissed her cheek. “Muffins and coffee.”

“I can still go back,” you said, throwing your backpack over your shoulder. “How long is this hike going to take?” you asked, walking up to Mark and giving him a friendly side hug.

“About thirty minutes. Is that fine or are you going to melt?” he teased, grinning.

April slapped his chest playfully before opening the trunk to get the rest of the stuff out. “Where’s your friend, anyway? Or is he still the unpunctual asshole he always was?”

“M’ right here” Harry said as he emerged from the trail that they were going to take to the campsite. You abstained from saying anything surprised at his appearance. He had kept his good looks. He had even gotten more attractive with more age. However, you would never admit it aloud.

April turned to look at you with her eyes widen opened. You gave her the same look, letting her know that you agreed. Harry wore tiny black shorts that left little to imagination. His legs seemed to never end and his thighs were inked. His grey shirt was tight enough sculpt his chest and his pectorals. His curls were tucked under his basketball cap and his eyes hidden away by some aviator sunglasses.

“You were saying, Y/N? I didn’t catch the last part” Harry asked you, with a small smirk. “Are you still a yapping bitch?”

“Just that we should start the hike” You responded, looking straight at him. You weren’t the same quiet and shy girl you were in college. You had matured and life experiences had shaped you. You were more outgoing and vocal about your opinions.

“I thought so” you heard him say as you turned your back towards him.

As you all gathered the camping gear, the anticipation of the weekend settled in. The woods were peaceful, with the sun filtering through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Birds chirped in the distance, and the fresh scent of pine filled the air.

Mark led the way, carrying the heavier equipment with Harry, while April and you followed. Despite your reservations, the beauty of the surroundings began to work its magic, and you found yourself relaxing a bit.

After a short walk, you reached the designated camping spot, a small clearing by a bubbling brook. It was picturesque, almost like a scene from a nature magazine. You couldn’t help but admit, if only to yourself, that it was a nice change from the city’s hustle and bustle.

"That was more than thirty minutes," you complained, dropping to the ground to rest your legs. "You're lucky the view was pretty." Mark and April laughed, while Harry remained silent, just watching you.

"Let's set up camp," Mark said, and he and April began unloading the gear. You took the opportunity to pull out the speaker and connect your phone.

As you selected a playlist, music filled the air, blending with the natural sounds of the forest. You watched as Mark and April worked together seamlessly, their laughter and chatter a comforting background noise. Harry joined in, helping with the heavier items, his actions precise and deliberate. You couldn’t help but feel a simmering resentment toward him, remembering the night that had led up to the hate that you had grown towards him.

You glanced around, taking in the beauty of the campsite. Tall trees encircled the clearing, their leaves rustling in the soft breeze. The nearby brook added a soothing melody to the scene, and the late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over everything.

Harry approached, handing you a bottle of water. "You looked like you could use this," he said, his tone neutral.

"Thanks," you replied curtly, accepting the bottle but avoiding eye contact. His gesture did little to ease the tension between you.

With the tents set up and the campsite organized, the four of you gathered around the fire pit. Mark expertly built a fire, and soon the flames were crackling as the sun descended behind the trees, providing warmth and a focal point for the group.

"How was America?" Mark asked Harry as he handed him a beer. "Did you enjoy living there?"

"It was nice for a while," Harry replied, taking a sip. "But it got lonely after a bit. I'm actually happy to be back."

"Marketing, right?" April asked, earning a quick nod from Harry.

You listened quietly, not fully trusting his cheerful demeanor. It was hard to forget the history between you.

"Well, we're glad to have you back," Mark said, clinking his beer bottle against Harry’s. "It’s like old times again."

April smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, just with more responsibilities and less reckless behavior."

"Speak for yourself," Mark joked, earning a playful nudge from April.

Harry chuckled, but his eyes kept drifting toward you. You avoided his gaze, focusing on the fire instead.

Mark instantly got up from his spot, his eyes twinkled mischievously as he took off his jacket and shirt.

April raised an eyebrow, “What are you doing?!”

“I’m going for a swim” he said, grinning widely as he took of his pants along with his boxers.

You burst out laughing, shaking your head as you covered your eyes not wanting to look at your best friend’s boyfriend privates.

“A swim? It’s pretty late, Mark.” April said as Mark used his hands to cover himself.

“Why not?” Mark said, standing up and stretching. “We’re out here in the middle of nowhere, no one around for miles. It’ll be fun.” He wanted to cut the tension. He wanted for everyone to have fun and it was a way to get everyone out of the funk especially the both of you. “Oh, it’s fucking cold” He said as he ran towards the lake.

April rolled her eyes but smiled. “You’re crazy, you know that?” she yelled after him as she got up from her spot.

“That’s why you love me,” Mark quipped, winking at her.

You bit your lip, considering it. The idea was wild and spontaneous, something you wouldn’t normally do. But maybe that’s what made it appealing.

“Alright,” you said, surprising yourself. “I’m in. But if anyone mentions this to anyone back home, I’m denying everything.” as you started stripping. You couldn’t see Harry, but you could feel Harry’s stare on you.

April laughed. “This should be interesting. Okay, I’m in too.”

Mark clapped his hands together. “Harry?” He yelled as he splashed water. The water was surprisingly warmer than expected.

As soon as your pants came off, you sprinted towards the water, not wanting to give anyone a chance to inspect your body. April followed right behind you, and before you knew it, both of you were submerged in the cool, refreshing water.

The initial shock of the cold water took your breath away, but it quickly turned invigorating. You surfaced, laughing and pushing your wet hair out of your face. April emerged beside you, her laughter echoing across the lake.

"This is crazy!" she shouted, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Harry was right behind, diving into the water with loud splashes. The four of you swam around, the thrill of the spontaneous adventure making everyone giddy.

"Not your worst idea, Mark," you admitted, floating on your back and gazing up at the starry sky. "This is lovely." Mark grinned, splashing water at you.

“Things haven’t changed at much. We still let you convince us into doing shit” said, his tone lighter than it had been all evening.

For a while, you all floated and swam, the cool water refreshing and the company surprisingly pleasant. The tension and animosity seemed to wash away with the gentle waves.

The atmosphere grew quieter as April nestled closer to Mark, the two of them wrapped up in each other's presence, sharing quiet moments and exchanging soft words. The only sounds breaking the silence were the faint music playing in the background and the gentle crackling of the fire.

You glanced over at April and Mark, their closeness evident in the way they leaned into each other, their whispered conversations carrying an intimacy that made you smile despite yourself. It was a rare sight, seeing them so openly affectionate, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of envy mixed with genuine happiness for them.

Harry saw opposite you, lost in his thoughts as he stared at the sky. The events of the evening seemed to have softened his demeanor, his usual guarded expression replaced by a contemplative look. For once, the animosity between you felt less palpable, overshadowed by the camaraderie of the evening.

The music played softly in the background, a soothing backdrop to the quiet moments shared among friends. The night air was cool against your skin, but the warmth of the water and the company kept you comfortable.

"It's good to see you again, pup," Harry spoke up suddenly, his voice breaking the peaceful silence. The old nickname tugged at your emotions. He had called you that since college, back when you both shared dreams and aspirations.

You looked at him, caught off guard by his unexpected warmth. "Yeah," you replied softly.

"I heard you landed your dream job," he continued, glancing at you with a hint of a smile. You nodded, trying to conceal your own smile. "A reporter for BBC News. I remember how you used to talk about it non-stop. Proud of you."

“Thanks. How is your mom and Gemma?" you asked, recalling that final year of uni when Harry had invited you to his family home. It had been Easter weekend, a time when you got to meet the two women who made Harry’s world turn.

Harry's face softened at the mention of his family. "They're doing well," he replied, a hint of fondness in his voice. "Mom's as busy as ever, and Gemma is a mum now”

"Wait, what?!" You were taken aback, genuinely surprised by the news. It was unexpected, and you hadn't seen it coming.

Harry chuckled softly at your surprised reaction, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and pride. "Yeah, she had a baby girl a few months ago," he explained, his voice tinged with happiness. "It's been quite the adjustment, but she's doing great."

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of Gemma as a mother. "That's amazing," you replied genuinely. "Congratulations to her."

As you processed this new information, you felt a twinge of nostalgia for the times you had spent with Harry and his family. It seemed like another lifetime ago, yet the memories were still vivid in your mind. Despite the distance that had grown between you, moments like these reminded you of the bonds that once connected you.

"Listen, Y/N..." Harry began, but he was swiftly cut off by Mark and April.

"We're heading out. We are starving!" Mark called out, trailing after April as they exited.

Harry paused, his words hanging in the air as Mark and April hurriedly headed towards the campsite. You exchanged a glance with Harry, both of you momentarily sidelined by the interruption.

“I’ll see you out there” You said, trying to sound casual despite the awkwardness of the moment. Deep down, you wondered what Harry had wanted to say—whether it was something about the past or the tentative future you both seemed to be tiptoeing around. However, you didn’t want to stay behind. You weren’t skeptical about giving him a chance to explain himself.

Carefully, you swam back to shore and climbed out of the water. Attempting to regain your composure and stride confidently back to camp, you couldn't help but feel you'd failed miserably, especially with the chilly air gnawing at you.

Everyone changed into comfortable clothes while Mark prepared hot dogs for dinner.

"Did you bring your sleeping bag?" April asked, emerging from her tent.

"Yeah, I think so. It was in the hall by the door," you replied, brushing your hair. As you watched April search for it, a feeling of panic began to creep in. You mentally retraced your steps, recalling the things you had taken out of the trunk.

"No way," you muttered under your breath, frantically rummaging through your belongings. "I thought we grabbed everything!"

"What’s wrong? What are you looking for?" Harry asked, wanting to help.

"I think I left my sleeping bag at home," you sighed, realizing it was going to be a tough night. You had brought your tent, but sleeping on the bare ground wasn’t part of the plan.

Harry frowned, considering the situation. "we'll figure something out," he said, his voice reassuring.

Mark, overhearing the conversation, turned from the campfire where he was tending to the hot dogs. "I brought an extra blanket. It's not a sleeping bag, but it should help.”

"Thanks, Mark," you said, grateful for the gesture. Still, the thought of an uncomfortable night's sleep loomed over you.

April emerged triumphantly with a blanket. "Here, hopefully this makes it more comfortable," she said.

You took the blanket from her, managing a small smile. This trip was definitely not going as you had expected—it seemed like one thing after another.

"Hot dogs are ready!" Mark announced cheerfully as he handed everyone their plate and they gathered around the fire.

“Remember the last time we went camping?” April asked as she swallowed a bite of her hot dog.

“Wasn’t that the time that Mark though there was a bear attacking us?” Harry smirked, taking a bite of his hot dog. “What animal was it?”

“It was a racoon” You joined in, the memory making you chuckle.

“In my defense it was SO loud! It made a lot of noise” Mark laughed, shaking his head. “It was bloody big”.

"Was that before or after you tried to scare it away by singing 'Eye of the Tiger' at the top of your lungs?” April busted out laughing.

“He was so off-key. I am surprised the racoon put up a fight”

“I was just trying to protect us!” Mark threw up his hands in mock indignation.

Everyone busted into laughter again, the tension had melted away in the shared amusement. For a moment, it felt like old times, with jokes and stories like in college.

Later, as you settled into your tent with the borrowed blanket, you couldn’t help but think about all the conversations that you had with your friends. Harry's earlier attempt to talk still lingered in your mind, and you knew that the conversation was far from over.

Just as you were about to drift off, you heard a soft knock on the tent flap. "Hey, you still awake?" It was Harry’s voice.

You sat up, your heart beating a little faster. "Yeah, what’s going on?"

Harry unzipped the tent entrance and peeked in, holding a sleeping bag. "I thought you might need this."

"You brought an extra one?" you asked, suspicion creeping into your voice.

"Yeah," he replied, but his eyes betrayed him. You knew Harry too well to be fooled.

"You're lying," you said, stopping him just as he turned to leave. "You can’t fool me. I know you, Harry Styles. I know this is your sleeping bag."

He paused, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "So, what if it is?"

"That I’m not taking your sleeping bag from you," you insisted, handing it back to him. "Thank you, though."

He hesitated, the flickering firelight casting shadows across his face. "Let's share it then," he suggested softly.

You blinked, taken aback by his offer. You were nervous. The though of you sharing such a tight space and being in such proximity made your heart beat faster and the palms of your hands sweaty.

“Are you sure?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he said firmly, stepping into the tent. “It’s cold, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable”.

With a nod, you scooted over to make room. Harry stretched out the sleeping back and unzipped it for both of you. As you both settled into the sleeping bag, the proximity was comforting, but unsettling at the same time. The warmth of his body next to yours was a stark contrast to the chilly night air. You both shared a pillow and the blanket that April had giving you.

His scent enveloped you — a mix of pine, musk and a hint of the campfire smoke. His warmth radiated through the thin layers of the fabric, soothing the chill of the night air. The gently rise and fall of his chest against your back created a rhythmic presence. His arm draped lightly over your side and the sensation of his body pressed against yours brought an unexpected sense of nostalgia.

“Are you confortable?” He whispered as if sharing. secret, as if what you were doing was somehow forbidden.

You nodded slight, feeling the wright of his questions. “I am” you whispered back, the darkness amplifying the intimacy of the moment.

The silence that followed was filled with the soft sounds of the forest and the distant crackle of the campfire outside.

“Thank you” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

“No problem” he replied softly, his words brushing against the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into the moment. There was still something in the air. Something unspoken.

“Remember that night?” Harry whispered after a while, his voice a gently murmur in the quiet night. Referring to the night of passion that they had shared back in uni. The night that had stayed with you ever since.

“Every second of it” you replied, your voice tinged with a mixture of longing and hurt. Memories flooding back, vivid and bittersweet. You could still recall the feel of his lips, the way his touch had ignited a fire within you. “Why did you never call or text back?”

Harry sighed softly, his warm breath against your neck. “I was a coward,” he admitted, his voice thick with regret. “I was scared of what I felt for you, of how much you meant to me. I didn’t know how to handle it, so I ran”

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. You turn slightly to look at him, your eyes searching his for the truth. In the dim light of the tent, you could see raw vulnerability that he rarely showed.

“I thought I wasn’t good enough for you” You admitted, “I resented you for it” Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of relief and sorrow.

“I am wrong. I was so wrong. I missed you” he confessed. Harry reached out, gently brushing a tear from your cheek.

The air between you grew thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions. His eyes locked onto yours, his gaze intense and unwavering. You could feel yourself drawing closer, every inch of space between you crackling with tension. The warmth of his body, the gently rise and fall of his chest and the soft brush of his breath against your skin all conspired to lure you to him.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking down to your lips, and you felt like your breath hitch, the moment stretching into an eternity. The desire to close the gap, to feel the familiar yet thrilling sensation of his kiss, was overwhelming and every fiber of you yearned for that kiss that would final bridge all those years of resentment.

Harry’s gaze was intense, his eyes searching yours as if trying to decipher your every thought. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

With a deep breath, Harry leaned in slowly, closing the miniscule gap between you. His lips brushed against yours with a feather light touch, tentative yet filled with longing. His lips were warm and soft, fitting against yours as if they had always belonged there.

A soft sigh escaped Harry’s lips, a mixture of relief. His hand moved from your cheek to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, each movement a silent confession of years of yearning and regret.

Lost in the moment, you ran your fingers through his hair, savoring the texture and the closeness it brough. His touch sent sparks through your body, awakening every nerve ending with a delicious ache between your legs that only he could take care of.

“Let me have you” His breath mingling with yours as he whispered, “I want you so bad” His hand took yours, guiding it to him, making you feel the intensity of his longing and the very evident erection that he had grown for her. His words hung in the air, heavy with desire.

You nodded slowly, your breath hitching in your throat. "Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you too.” You didn’t think much about it. Your mind was too clouded.

Harry closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss both tender and urgent. He used the kiss to roll you to your side with your back towards him. Harry pulled off the sweater off your body and pull the straps of your bralette off your shoulders, exposing more skin for his lips to capture.

Harry hands came down to your pants as his lips trailed down to your neck, each kiss a lingering, deliberate caress that sent shivers down your spine. As his mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, he paused, letting his lips brush lightly over your pulse point before his right hand found its way into your underwear.

“Try to stay quiet, yeah?” As his fingers started playing with you, touching your most intimate spots. His knee came between your legs, spreading them more and allowing him to explore more of you.

Harry left arm went under her head, for you to rest your head against his bicep while he had his way with you. You bit your lips, arching your hips towards his hand just as his fingers entered you. A rush of pleasure coursed through you, mingling with a cascade of nerves that made your heart race.

“God. You are so wet, pup” He groaned as he tried his best to contain himself. Harry left hand came down to cover your mouth as your moans got louder. “You are doing so good, baby”, he mumbled, his arms tightening around you.

“For the love of fuck” you gasped as you came undone on his fingers. It was hot, you were both still nuzzled in the sleeping bag. Just as you unzipped the sleeping bag and sat up, you caught Harry sucking the same two fingers that had been in you a second ago.

“Come here” Harry commanded as he slipped off his joggers and boxers. It was a sight that she hoped to never forget. The muscles of his abdomen flexed proof that he spent his diligent time at the gym. His erection stood tall and proudly inviting you to ride him.

You slipped off your pants and underwear. Harry hands gripped your waist tightly and guided you down on to him. The pleasure was instant as he stretched you out. Harry’s fingers gripped you tightly, holding you still for a second as you both adjusted to the sensation.

His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as his head was thrown back.

“Show me how much you missed me” You said to him which only ignited the fire within him. His hands guided your hips, as you both tried to find the perfect rhythm to drive you off the edge.

“Look at you. So fuckin’ perfect just f’me” Your words only ignited the fire within him, a spark that quickly grew into an all-consuming blaze.

His hands firmly guided your hips, every movement deliberate and driven by an intense desire to bring you both to the peak of ecstasy. The sensation of his strong hands on your skin, the way he moved with you, sent waves of pleasure rippling through your body. You both sought the perfect rhythm, each thrust and shift in sync, the friction and pressure building with every passing second.

“Oh, baby… you are so tight” he moaned, Harry’s grip tightened on your waist, his fingernails digging into your skin. Your thrust and grinding became sloppier and soon enough both of you were moaning. You clenched around him as Harry lifted his hips from the ground as you both came undone.

You laid down on his chest with him still in you. It was comforting, having him in you. Harry’s hands came up and brushed your sweaty hair back.

“You aren’t going to disappear now, are you?” You asked as he drew patterns on your sweaty back.

“I am not going anywhere”.

[circle-with-me]

It’s your summertime magic

pairing: will ramos x reader

tags/cw: just fluff! mentions of the ocean, swimming, horseplaying.

word count: 600

tag list: @deathblacksmoke @sitkowski @meekahy @cookiesupplier @lacktoesandtoddlerants @witchyweeb34 @sammyjoeee @collective-heartbreak @agravemisstake , @catharsis-in-darkness , @undead-ahead-wh0re @collapsedglasshouses @itsafullmoon

author’s note: cute little thing for @malice-ov-mercy since she said she needed a pick me up in the form of some will fluff 🫶🏻 this has not been beta’d at all so if it’s cringe, i’m taking you all down with me <3

The summer sun feels nice on your skin as you relax in your chair. You have been cooped up inside the house working nonstop for the last few weeks and have nearly gone stir crazy. After your last breakdown, your boyfriend Will insisted that you take time off. Despite your hatred for the heat, you both decided a nice quiet day on the beach was exactly what you needed. A nice day is exactly what you were having. Quiet? There is no quiet when you're dating Will Ramos.

You had nearly fallen asleep when you're startled awake by the feeling of cold water dripping all over you. You open your eyes, preemptively squinting expecting the sun to be in your face but Will's body is blocking it. He looms over you with a childish grin on his face—his pink curls are soaking wet and matted to his forehead.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." He sings. He pokes his tongue into his cheek to try not to laugh.

"Will, what is wrong with you?! You're soaking wet and it's freezing cold."

"I'm bored," He pouts. "I've been swimming and building sandcastles by myself this whole time and you've been sleeping!”

The thought of your boyfriend, a 30-year-old man covered in tattoos who is also the vocalist in a deathcore band building sandcastles is equally adorable and hilarious. In fact, it's so adorable you struggle not to pull him on top of you and kiss him senseless, but you're dedicated to pretending you're mad at him.

"I'm relaxing! Remember? That thing you said I needed so much of." You retort, crossing your arms over your chest. It's an attempt to seem serious but the way he's grinning at you ruins your facade and you fail to hide your own smile.

"Well," He says, getting as close to you as he can and shaking his head. Droplets of water fly all over your face and you gasp from shock and the cold. "You've been relaxing all morning. It's time to have some fun."

Suddenly you're being lifted from the beach chair as he hooks an arm underneath you and throws you over his shoulder. You scream, laughing loudly as he runs both of you straight into the ocean, tossing you into the water and diving in along with you. When you both pop up, you attach yourself to him—kissing him tenderly. He wraps his arms around your waist, one hand gently curling around the back of your neck. You place a few more pecks to his lips and pull back admiring him. He always looks at you like you hung the moon and placed all of the stars in the sky by hand. You often wonder how you got so lucky with such an amazing boy. Smiling fondly, you place one last kiss on his soft lips, and then playfully dunk his head underwater.

The feeling of Will's warm sun kissed chest against your back somehow makes the beautiful scenery even better. The sky is painted with pink and orange hues as you watch the sunset together. His arms tighten around your waist—his nose nuzzling further into your neck as he places delicate kisses along your jaw. Both of you are exhausted from a day spent in the sun. Your skin is sticky from sunscreen and saltwater. Your hair is a matted mess and your shoulders are sunburned but at the moment you've never felt more at peace. Will whispers I love you into your ear and you sink into him a little more. You'll thank him for the perfect day later.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

The Purple Sign. Part VI

Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader

Description: There is a Purple Sign on your door. Part VI.

Fluff. Dazai Pampering

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

You ran into Dazai right before you went into your room. He leaned on the wall and grinned, looking at you.

"[Y/N], my dear Iris Flower! I have been waiting for you." His dark brown eyes shined, when he looked at you. You tilted your head.

"Osamu? Do you need anything?"

Dazai took a step towards you and gave you a side hug. He put his chin on your head.

"Nothing much, just want to go for a walk with you. Come on, let's go, it will be fun!" Dazai gave you his best 'puppy dog eyes'.

You try to look away, but Dazai stepped to the side, so he still was in your line of sigh. You close your eyes and pinch Dazai's nose.

"These eyes should be considered a mass destruction weapon, you knew that?" asked you, still keeping your eyes closed. Dazai didn't answer. You feel, that he put his arms around your chest. Then, you felt his breath on your chin. Then you feel a little kiss right above your lips.

You immediately open your eyes. And stare right into Dazai's pleading brown eyes.

"Please~ My cute Iris Flower~" sang Dazai, squeezing you. You nodded and mewl.

"Give me a minute..."

Dazai's grin became bigger, and, after squeezing you one more time, he stepped back.

"I will wait for you!"

Dazai skipped down the hall.

You opened your bedroom door and walked inside. You mumble under your breath.

"People of the planet, I present you Dazai Osamu, Youngest Leader in the History of the Mafia, person with the darkest blood..."

You sighed.

"And a person, who will always hide, if he needs to be comforted..."

That happened every time Dazai felt down. While others will simply go to your room with The Purple Sign in their hand (or will be brought here by kids, in Oda's case), Dazai won't admit, that he wants to be pampered... That he can be vulnerable.

He would annoy you into handing out with him. And, no matter, how much you assure him, that he can stay, he never went into your room. Never asked to be pampered.

You looked around. You came closer to emergency shelf and took everything, that you need.

Few normal blankets. Few electric blankets. Two pairs of warm cozy clothes. And, from a drawer with Dazai's name on it, you take a bag with tokens for the arcade machine.

Maybe, this time, he will stay. You hopped, your plan will work.

_____

Right before leaving the house with Dazai, you take The Purple Sign from the library and put into your pocket.

_____

You two were simply walking, having no particular destination in mind. At least, it seems that way. You spoke, taking a bag with tokens from your backpack.

"Osamu, do you want to visit the arcades?"

Dazai was looking at something at the window display. His gaze caught your reflection and freeze on the token beg. Dazai blinked, then nodded carefully.

"Why not? Lead the way, Iris Flower."

______

The arcade was small, but have surprisingly good variety of games. You and Dazai sat before one arcade machine.

Tokens were divided equally between two of you.

"Mario Bros Arcade" might not be the most existing game for Dazai, but, you two still can have fun.

The game begun.

You were controlling Luigi and Dazai was controlling Mario.

You didn't speak much for the first twenty phases, just exchanging some 'careful', 'attack that one' and 'good job', from time to time.

On twenty-first phase, you finally spoke.

"I was talking to others lately. And I learned something interesting."

Dazai pretend to be focused only on game.

You carefully nudge Dazai's shoulder with your forehead.

"Thank you, Osamu." Dazai flinch, he looked shocked. Truly shocked.

"Thank you for gathering others, while you still were back in your previous world."

Dazai was opening and closing his mouth, like a fish out of the water.

"Thank you, for being the one, who proposed others to stay with me."

Dazai took one step back and try to hide his face. The Game Over Screen appeared on the Arcade Machine display.

"Thank you for being my friend."

Dazai let out a small whine. His whole face was redder, that ripe tomato.

For one minute he was just standing here, covering his face. Finally, he spoke.

"I... I... [Y/N]..."

You put your hand on Dazai's shoulder.

"I knew, that you don't want to be seen as vulnerable. I knew, that you don't want to show weakness. But, Osamu, you are my friend. I am worried about you. Please, let me help you."

You took The Purple Sign from your pocket and hold it towards Dazai.

Dazai looked you in the eyes. Then slowly took The Purple Sign from you. For a moment, he simply holds it in his hand.

Then he gives it back.

"When we return, please, put in on your door, My dear Iris Flower."

You smiled.

Dazai's gaze became softer.

"So, how the whole 'Purple Sign' works?"

You take two tokens from the bag.

"First, we can play a few more games. If you enjoy them, of course."

_____

At the end, you two played a few more games, both in co-op and against each other.

While Dazai managed to win against you and got more points, when you were playing together.

It was fun.

____

You two were sitting in a hot pot/barbecue restaurant. Dazai was talking, while you were cooking crab meat for him.

"I wanted to hurt you."

You put a few pieces of pork on the grill.

"But, after I knew you better, back into our old world, I try to make it all better... Gather others. Train Akutagawa and Atsushi. Always was on my guard, making sure, that no one, who wanted to hurt you, get into this world..."

Dazai sighs.

"But... After knowing you in reality... I feel so guilty for wanting to hurt you... I... I was..."

"You were planning to torture me, remembering your past in the mafia."

You took cooked pieces of crab meat from the pot and put it on Dazai's plate. Then you put grilled pork alongside them.

"Osamu, as long as I know, you weren't the only one, who wanted to hurt me."

You put more meat on a grill.

"And I will repeat as much as I need, I am not blaming you. All of you were in a terrible situation, and it was understandable, why you would want to hurt me."

You stir the hot pot, making sure, that crab meat is cooked perfectly.

"I was an Entity, away from your previous world. I was someone, who watched your lives, who knew your secrets."

You start filling your plate with cooked food. Dazai spoke.

"Still... What if we got into your world before we learn more about you? Before we changed our mind about hurting you?"

You looked Dazai in the eyes.

"Then I would spoke to you, apologies and promise to never read about your lives of watch about it."

Dazai picked up pieces of crab meat.

"But, what if we didn't believe you?"

You raise an eyebrow.

"Do you think I could trick you, Ranpo, Allan and Fyodor?"

Dazai didn't answer, he started eating his food.

"What I mean, Osamu, that I am not mad. I don't want you all to live in the past. Let's move forward together."

Dazai was still silent. Then, suddenly, he picked up crab meat you have on your plate and ate it.

"Will think about it, after I ate all the crab meat you have."

You scoff, ignoring Dazai's chuckles.

______

You take a little stroll in the woods, before returning home.

You put The Purple Sign on your door and both you and Dazai enter your room.

With purple lights on, you quickly arrange a 'blanket nest' from normal blankets and electric blankets. After you two changed in comfy clothes, you turned on the kettle.

While water was boiling, you change Dazai's bandages. You kissed every scar he had. Two on the collar bones, one on the right arm, one on the left arm.

The water was boiled.

You and Dazai sit on your bed, snuggling against each other under the blankets, drinking tea.

From time to time, Dazai kissed the crown of your head and your earlobe. You, in return, kissed his chin and cheek.

After that, you two fall asleep, cuddling each other. You were warm under all this blankets, laying near each other, holding each other.

You were happy to have BSD. Cast in your life. And you were grateful for Dazai, for bringing them all together. And to you.

_____

A/N: Japanese irises symbolize elegance, admiration, strength, hope, courage, and health. In the language of flowers, they are also associated with trust, valor, and wisdom, in addition to loyalty, good news, glad tidings, and the arrival of happiness.

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister : DATE NIGHTS GO CRAZY

A/N : ⚠️ SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY PLEASE

It was the weekend, which meant your boyfriend had downtime and didn’t have to be around your brother. Urban planned a workout with Copelan but right after that you had a plan for date night.

Urban and Copelan have been working out for almost two hours. At first, you were down at the garage with them, admiring both of them and their muscles, but you soon got bored and decided to head back inside the house and order food.

After two more long hours, Urban finally joined you in the living room, jumping on the couch beside you. “Whatcha doing?”

“Babe, I know I love you filthy but my couches don’t.” You joke, but not really.

“You want me to go shower?” He asks you, smirking, you can’t help but notice the sweat dripping down his chest and towards his nipple due to him being shirtless.

“N-no not really.” You look around “Where’s Copey?”

“He’s just taking a quick shower before he leaves” He gets up and heads to the kitchen.

You grab your phone and scroll through Instagram, skipping some stories but immediately stop when you come across one, or someone in particular.

You can’t help but stare at the picture, it’s something about him that you couldn’t stop looking at and admiring. To be honest, you’ve always had a mini crush on him growing up. But that obviously changed, since you’re dating his best friend.

“Yo, I’m heading out.” Cope says, walking into the living room. Beads of water still on his head from the shower and the smell of his after shave filling the room.

“Wait, don’t leave.” You jump at Urban’s voice, not even noticing he was back sitting next to you.

Urban quickly follows Copelan towards the door, making sure you were out of ear shot.

“Dude, I thought you were having date night? that’s why I’m leaving.”

Urban smirks, “I have a better idea.”

Copelan is confused, “What?”

You can’t help but watch the both of them, trying to read their lips on what they are saying but coming up short. “What are you girls whispering about?”

They both look at you and smirk, which gets you annoyed. “Whatever then, I’m going upstairs.”

As soon as you’re halfway up the stairs you hear footsteps behind you so you quickly turn around and notice both Urban and Cope following you into the bedroom.

“No seriously, what’s going on?”

“Get on the bed baby.” He winks.

“Urb.” You warn. Looking over at Cope confused.

“Don’t be scared, but do you remember when you told me you had a crush on Cope?” Urban asks you.

“I was drunk,” you sighed.

“Ouch.”

You shake your head “No, Copey, not like that.”

Cope smirks so you turn your attention to your boyfriend, he’s smirking also, “I was thinking, well we were thinking of maybe having some fun?”

Cope shrugs “Only if you’re okay with it.”

Your heart starts beating fast, you can literally feel it against your chest. “W-what kind of fun?”

“With us?”

“A-are you serious?” You look at both of them waiting for an answer. “Urb?”

He nods “Like he said, only if you’re okay and comfortable with it. We promise to take care of you.”

“And stop when you’ve had enough.” Cope adds.

You gulp, growing nervous but excited. “This stays between us?”

Urb nods “Definitely.”

Cope smiles sweetly at you, “I promise, plus I don’t want Sunni to feel left out.” You all three share a chuckle since you know exactly what he meant with that.

You nod, “okay, yes I’m down.”

Cope stood at the foot of the bed, mesmerized by your body. He’d never admit it out loud but he had been fantasizing about this for a while too.

“C’mere” you motioned for him to follow you onto the bed.

He quickly took his tank off, throwing it to the side and crawling toward you.

He straddled you, his muscular thighs on the side of your body. He kissed you and began taking your clothes off. His warm hand tugged on the waistband of your pants. The way he was kissing you was making the pit in your stomach grow warmer.

Once all of your clothes were off, you looked over Cope’s shoulder making sure Urban was still in the room.

“Are you sure about this?” Cope whispered, making sure you didn’t change your mind.

“Oh I’m sure” you pulled him back in for another kiss before he moved down to your neck, making sure he kept his hand on your right nipple.

“Cope- Cope. My nipples are sensitive” you whined and instead of stopping he turned his full attention to them.

He began to nibble and suck on the skin, pushing your nipple into his mouth as his fingers trailed down your thigh.

“Not yet. Switch.” You gasped pulling back from him.

You traded positions with Copelan, pulling his boxers down and practically salivating as his dick sprung free.

You started giving him head as he bucked into your throat. His dick twitched in your mouth, as his tattooed hands made their way to your hair. Your quickened pace made him lose control.

“I- I’m going to” he gasped.

You pulled a condom out of the side drawer, handing it to Cope who immediately slipped it on.

“Do we need a safe word?” Cope whispered.

“You might” you smirked, earning a soft chuckle from Urban who remained in the room to make sure everything went smoothly.

“Edge of the bed” you pointed as Cope did as you asked.

You climbed into his lap, making eye contact immediately. As you slowly let him stretch you out. You placed his hands on your ass as you quickened your pace.

“Holy fu-“

“Shush. Don’t talk.” You put a finger up to his lips. “Let’s see how long you can keep quiet.”

You quickened the pace and watched as he went in and out of you. The sounds of him grunting and whimpering in your ear told you he wasn’t going to last long.

“Fuck y/n. Holy fuck” he moaned.

Copelan stood up, laying you down on the bed and holding both of your legs up as he entered you again, he used his thumb to rub your clit as his hip bones hit the back of your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-” you cried out.

“Cum for me. Let go. “ he rasped and his voice was all you needed to let go. Cope could feel the walls around him tighten only causing him to orgasm himself.

You could feel his pace getting sloppy and you tightened around him even more causing him to babble.

“Holy fuck- you’re so tight and-“ he took a deep breath before you felt him twitch inside you. You pressed a kiss to his neck and lips before he pulled out of you.

He laid beside you on the bed as you both caught your breath.

“That was better than I imagined” he hummed.

“Alright Cope, time to go.” Urban stands up, slapping his friend's leg.

“Same time next week or?” Cope smirked.

“You wish,” Urban laughed.

Cope rolled over giving you one more kiss before smirking and getting dressed. Urban started to undress immediately.

“Wait- Cope!”

“Yeah?” He turns and smiles.

“Between us?”

“Yeah, I don’t want either one of your brothers to kill me so this date night is definitely dying with me” he chuckled before leaving.

You stood up, noting it was probably a good idea to go pee before anything else happened.

“I have a better idea” Urban smirked, throwing his hair up and pointing to the shower.

You quickly turned on the shower, letting the water get luke warm before stepping in, Urban following you in the walk-in shower.

“I appreciate you not making the water devil hot this time” he chuckled and before you could respond he was kissing you immediately.

“Baby, you promise what just happened-“

“It’s fine. It was my idea and besides he didn’t make you scream the way I do” he chuckled as he sucked on your neck.

“I’m not screaming yet” you challenged, which was exactly the push he needed.

Urban sat you down on the tiled bench inside of the shower, putting your legs on his shoulders as he pumped into you.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours”

“I’m sorry, what?” He smirked as he pumped into you harder.

“Yours” you whimpered.

You wrapped your legs around him as you both stood under the water. You sucked at his neck as he repositioned himself inside you.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good” you moaned into his mouth as the two of you continued to sloppily kiss, you reached for the water and turned it off.

“What’re you doing?” Urban chuckled.

“I can’t focus, and I really need you to eat me out.” you giggled.

Urban threw you over his shoulder and carried you into the bedroom, placing you on the bed and putting your legs on his shoulders once again.

His plump lips placed teasingly small kisses along your thighs. You squirmed underneath him, “baby, please.”

His warm tongue pressed against your clit in a circular motion. You whimpered as he sucked on your clit.

“Baby- that feels so good” you reached for his hair that was still in a damp messy bun.

“I know how much you like my lips” he confidently chuckled.

“Love them actually” you moaned.

He continued to tease you as he licked your folds.

“Baby, fuck me already, I’m gonna cum.”

“Hmmm, cum for me first and then I’ll give you what you want.”

His tongue was deep inside of you, as the scruff in his beard burned your thighs. His nose pushed against your clit continuously as he let out a raspy chuckle knowing just how to drive your body crazy.

“Ba-baby. Holy fuck.” You moan out as you pull at his hair tighter. “I’m gonna -“

“Speak up baby” he circled your clit with his tongue again. “I can’t hear you.”

“URBAN I'M GOING TO-“ your legs began to tremble as you came on his tongue.

“Mmmm my favorite flavor” He moans against you. He licks his lips, before looking at you as he starts making his way up your body, leaving little nips and kisses as he goes.

“Fuck baby.” You breathe out, chuckling, “I need more of you.”

“You’re not ready to tap?” His brows furrow.

“I have one more round left in me” you giggled.

You quickly sat up on the bed, flipping over and getting on your knees.

“Doggie style? What’s the occasion?” He chuckled as he grabbed you by your hair and lined himself up with your hole.

“I know it’s your favorite and you were so generous earlier” you laughed referring to what happened with Cope.

Urban grabbed your hips slamming into you roughly as you screamed out in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder” you gasped throwing yourself back into him.

“Baby, I will cum right now if you keep doing that” he warned.

“So do it” you teased.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the warmth of Urbans cum leaking down your leg. You could feel him twitch inside of you, his heavy breathing practically in your ear. You loved the sense of orgasming together, and felt your own climax approaching.

“Urb- don’t stop.”

He did the best he could to continue thrusting, you only needed a few more pumps before you orgasmed against him.

“God damn” he pulled out of you slowly, rubbing his tip against your clit teasingly.

“Some date night huh?” You teased having to take care of him now.

“Yeah, something like that” he smirked.

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[aloekat]

giving pokemon teams to d20 characters!

The Bad Kids / Fantasy High!

pt 1/?

part 1 || part 2

hello chat and welcome to aloe shoves their hyperfixation onto everything they enjoy! making pokemon teams for fictional characters has always been a fun past time for me that i enjoy greatly so i wanted to apply that to dimension 20! i plan on doing every season once i’ve watched it, starting with all the intrepid hero seasons before moving on to side quest seasons

(also i finally decided to post these after @jadelion made posts sharing their team picks, so go check those posts out as there are some great choices! i also wouldnt be inspired to finally post these without him doing so first! i made my list completely independent of hers so if there's the same pokemon its purely coincidental lol)

first i want to talk about some guidelines i’ve given myself for this, which will apply to future posts as well:

only 4 pokemon per team - this keeps things more easy and makes them feel closer to mid-game trainers rather than fully stacked end-game ones. or feel like gym leaders maybe? it also helps with rule 2…

try to have no repeat pokemon - this just keeps things unique between seasons but sometimes a pokemon is a perfect fit for more than one person but for the most part everyone gets unqiue pokemon and there are almost no doubles

low to no legendaries on teams unless for a good reason - same goes for shinies but im more lenient on the shiny rule lol

i made a lot of these these like 3 months ago as of posting this - some choices may be outdated or the character has changed enough that a choice may not fit as well but i didnt want to change it lol (this is solely for the fantasy high kids tbh)

thats all for the rules! finally it’s time to get into the teams!

! SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE CURRENT SEASON! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !

Kristen

Lycanroc - representing Tracker, again i made these before junior year so trackerbees was still a thing but i imagine it can count for cassandra also since it’s a night themed pokemon. don't know which form of lycanroc she would have though Solrock - she was given solrock during her time with Helio, and while i know sunflora exists i think solrock makes a little more sense, since she was a chosen of Helio she would be at an elevated status and therefor have a better pokemon if that makes sense? it also pairs with... Lunatone - representing her change to Cassandra, a goddess of night. there's like cool symbolism with her pokemon now wow isn't that so cool and awesome!! Unown ("?") - a question mark unown to represent Yes? (and the other Yes forms) along with her cool question mark staff! can also ALSO symbolize doubt with cassandra

Fig

Toxitricity (Low Key) - low key form gives the vibes of a bass and Fig plays the bass! toxitricity would help fig practice her instrument and come up with music. also literally called “the punk pokemon”

Obstagoon - similar reasoning, obstagoon has The Vibes that fit along with also being a sort of rock n roll pokemon

Moltres - representing Ayda, i imagine Ayda gifted it to her once they became girlfriends :)

Mimikyu - a pokemon known for its imitation of another pokemon, very much fits into Fig’s actor feat and her high deception and her not wanting to be her real self sometimes

Fabian

Dhelmise - big connection to his father and being a pirate, his father probably gifted it to him as his first pokemon

Marowak (Alolan) - fun idea i had for this is he originally just had a cubone with him during freshman year, but once he went to Fallinel and learned about the power of dance it evolved into an alolan marowak! it's a fire dance pokemon of course he would have it lol

Sirfetch'd - representing his mother and also his general fencing/fighter style that he works with

Tentacruel - just a cool ass water pokemon i feel he would have, also vaguely pirate-y with big kraken vibes

Riz

Pikachu - detective pikachu go brrrrr i imagine he would have gotten a pichu when very young, and it's evolved over time! it would wear a tiny detective hat as well because um i said so

Inteleon - super spy/gun pokemon also go brrrr, very much a reference to his father and just the general super spy-ness of Riz and Pok in junior year especially

Togekiss - ok this one feels very out of place and i forgot why it was here originally BUT i think it's to represent like a guardian angel sort of? again another reference to Pok because i love Pok and think he's very cool

Voltorb - he's the ball. this is a pokeball pokemon. are we starting to connect the dots

Adaine

Politoad - representing Boggy of course, nothing much else to say

Espeon - a very psychic pokemon representing her oracle powers, it would be fun to think that she had an eevee that simply evolved into an espeon once Adaine realized that she in fact was the elven oracle!

Delphox - another powerful psychic pokemon, again this is just vibes and it's a cool pokemon and adaine is a very cool character lol

Audino - these pokemon are known for being able to hear super well and know how their trainers are feeling from listening to their heartbeat. a gift given by Jawbone to help with Adaine's anxiety but still a good member of her team regardless

Gorgug

Archen - "i'm Cloaca, i suck!"

Gogoat - a grassy pokemon which can sorta represent the tree he lives in but also intended to represent Zelda in some ways (again i wrote these before junior year came out). it would help him carry around a lot of scraps for tinkering

Rotom - found in the village near the Nightmare King's forest, this rotom had gotten lost in the forest and, with no tech from solace nearby, couldn't find a way home. gorgug rescued it and lets it inhabit the Hangvan a lot

Rillaboom - another grassy pokemon but this one is also a drummer! can we take a wild guess as to why i picked this one. for it's drumming ability. because. because gorgug is a drummer.

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whew ok that's the first season done! i'll probably do unsleeping city next, which will be linked to this post once it's done!

have a better option that would fit a PC better? please tell me i would love to hear everyone's takes on this!

ok that's it that's the post everyone go home now (once again go look at @jadelion for their pokemon team picks!)

[reallygrossstuff]

can u pls write dirk going into jake's house while jake is like in the bathroom, and picks up some cursed object (maybe like one of those ancient statues that look like a fat woman with big tits) that transforms him into an ultra confident fatty with a huuuuge gut and big milky tits. still goes by he/him, just has big breasts that are absolutely leaking. perhaps with jake also coming out and seeing dirk, and dirk seduces him and jake falls head over heels. thank u!!!

Those Venus of Willendorf statues are really funny, thanks for reminding me about them! I hope you enjoy, there isn't a lot of characterisation just because of the length but hopefully he's confident enough for you!

"Make yourself at home!" Jake smiled wide, waving Dirk off as he left the room. "I'll be out once I've washed up a little, sorry for the delay."

"Don't sweat it, man." Dirk shrugged, watching Jake step into the hall. "I get it, I should've called ahead. Don't rush yourself just for me."

"All the same, I won't be long!" Jake retreated down the hallway and out of sight, leaving Dirk alone in the trophy room as the sound of running water reached his ears.

They hadn't been on Earth C for long, but Jake had already managed to amass a notable collection. It was missing the pelts, heads and horns that he'd bragged to Dirk about collecting on his island - apparently hunting was only fun when the creatures were truly dangerous, and being a god took away from that somewhat - but the space had been more than filled with various cultural artefacts. Running his finger across the edge of a shelf, Dirk could see medallions, casts of wall carvings and other small trinkets taking up every bit of space in the room.

Jake was clearly proud of his collection, but he hadn't done much to keep it untouched. Nothing was behind glass or cordoned off, probably so he could pick up any of his prizes without delay. Dirk had watched Jake heft many of the objects in this room while regaling him with a story of its provenance, almost always ending with Jake relieving it from a lost ruin or rescuing it from being lost under a new development project.

Dirk was familiar with most of the items in the room, but there was always something being swapped in or out that caught his eye. Today it was a statuette still on Jake's work table, apparently so recent it hadn't even been found a place yet.

As Dirk approached to look at it, he was reminded of photographs he'd seen of old Venus statues from his own Earth. The figure was squat and lacking in details, only identifiable as a woman by its large breasts. These breasts sat on top of a round belly, which seemed to be the most carefully carved part of the whole statue. Dirk could see the shape of multiple defined rolls cut into the grainy stone, as well as an indentation for the statue's navel.

There were disposable gloves left on the table next to the statuette, but it looked clean enough. Interested in a closer look, Dirk reached out and grabbed it.

Click!

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Shutting off the tap, Jake frowned as he dried his hands. He could've sworn he'd heard something, but the sound wasn't familiar and it didn't repeat. Shaking his head, he made sure he was totally clean before opening the bathroom door and walking out.

"Dirk, are you still in the trophy room?" He called out, heading towards the room in question. "I'm all washed up now, so we can get-"

His breath caught in his throat as a figure stepped through the doorway, barely fitting. "Get what? If it isn't 'get food' or 'get to bed', it can probably wait."

The man standing in the hall couldn't possibly have been Dirk, except for all the ways it had to be. He still had the same gelled hair, and the same pointed shades, but everything else was completely changed.

For one, he was taller than Jake now. The two had previously been of a height, with Jake less than an inch taller. Now Jake needed to tip his head up to fix Dirk with a look of disbelief, the other man having more than a full head of height over him.

As tall as Dirk had gotten, though, he'd grown twice as much in width. There was no polite way to say it - in the space of a minute, Dirk had gotten unbelievably fat. His clothes had been reduced to shreds, scraps of denim stuck between his thighs and the remains of a shirt hanging off his shoulders speaking to an explosive growth.

Every part of Dirk was fat, from a round face that wobbled when he spoke to tree-trunk thighs that had dragged against each other as he stepped into the hall. By far his largest feature, though, was his massive doughy gut. It hung in front of him, an apron of flab sagging down to his knees. Jake swallowed thickly, realising that belly was all that currently preserved Dirk's modesty.

Dirk's belly was indulgently round, its surface only marred by the deep navel currently making eyes at Jake. Jake knew Dirk had scars, but the miles and miles of skin on display for him was all perfectly unmarked. Not a single cut or ripple or speck of acne distracted from the most basic fact of how huge Dirk's middle was.

Jake tried to tear his eyes up to Dirk's face, but they got caught along the way. Sitting splayed across the top of Dirk's gut were a pair of equally affecting breasts, larger and more shapely than any he'd seen before. They were fat, yes, but that only meant they were rounder, heavier, sitting more appealingly on top of Dirk's belly. As Jake stared helplessly, he realised that each of Dirk's large, puffy nipples was starting to leak fluid.

Well, he definitely wasn't going to think about that!

"Dirk, what - what on Earth happened to you?!" Jake asked helplessly, taking a step back as if that would make him easier to take in.

"Me? Who knows." Dirk shrugged with an uncharacteristic lack of care, putting his hands on his hips. He looked down, seeming to notice for the first time how wide he was and how much his flabby fingers sank into his body. His only reaction was to smile, leaving his hands where they were. "If I knew I'd do it again, are you seeing me right now?"

"Er, yes, I certainly am 'seeing you'. I could see a little less of you if you wanted to find some clothes that fit?"

"Sounds boring." Reaching up, Dirk began tugging the last scraps of cloth off of his body, even the slight motion causing his breasts and gut to sway from side to side. "I'm not interested in covering up. Is it distracting you?"

"Quite a bit, yes." Jake's voice came out squeakier than he'd intended it, especially when Dirk took a lumbering step closer. Jake could only watch as his body bounced with the motion, Dirk's gut swinging up and plunging down only a foot away from Jake's body.

This close, Jake could just about see Dirk's eyes through his shades. There was all the sharp wit and intellect of normal in them, but as Jake stared, he thought he could see… something else. Something simpler. "Good," he drawled, reaching out and cupping Jake's face in one soft, pudgy hand. "Do you want to let me distract you some more? If you keep acting cute, I might let you have a taste.

Jake swallowed thickly, watching milk pool atop Dirk's gut before dribbling down his front. He knew it was on him to be the voice of reason, to say that something was obviously amiss and Dirk's opinion on the matter couldn't be trusted. He needed to pull the brakes on this whole situation and get things sorted.

Wetting his lips, Jake said, "Do you think you'll still fit on the bed?"

Dirk's lips curled slowly upwards. "Not a chance, but let's try it anyway."

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1,256

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN 2: Guys, this one took even me by surprise. Never saw us here, but here we are. Let me know what you think xxL

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Chapter Thirteen

They walked into the house forty minutes later thinking no one was the wiser. How very wrong they were. Once Santiago and Gabby walked into the house. Will and Benny stood up from their seats giving them applause.

“Finally!”

“Thank god!”

“Jesus” Santiago said under his breath chuckling.

“What are you guys talking about?” she teased. The jig was up there was no point to lying about it

“Did you have to check on the money twice?”

“Yes” Santiago finally answered, “Trust me, the second time was more fun.”

He lingered behind her as he walked past her and farther into the house. She noticed Frankie sitting on the sofa by himself. She walked up and sat next to him, facing him, legs folded in front of her.

“What’s going on?”

“You tell me” he sighed “Did you forgot to tell him about Mangus?”

“Mangus doesn’t really seem relevant now, does he?”

Truthfully, Gabby hadn’t thought about Mangus since she landed in South America. With all her talk about new jobs and moving. Her boyfriend didn’t really seem important now.

“Then who is relevant to you, Gabriella?”

He had only ever called you by her full name twice in her life .The first time that they had met. When he found her in a state and only knew the information that they had told him and the second was forty-five minutes ago

“What you think Santi and I are going to have a happily ever after? She chuckled.

“Not with Santiago, no”

His voice was cold. Colder than she had ever heard it. She sat back and looked at him confused. He couldn’t take it anymore. The bewilderment on her face, the way she pouted at him. Frankie couldn’t do it.

He stood up walked across the room and towards the stairs

“Baby” she called out

There was that feeling that shot up Santiago’s spine again. She said it again calling out to Frankie, with no response.

The vibe of the room had changed since she sat down with him, the playfulness was gone. It was now cold, awkward and slightly dark.

She got up and stood at the table with the brothers.

“Don’t worry” Will told her quietly “He gets like this sometimes.”

She nodded her head and smiled the best she could. He never got like that with her

“I’m going to go up and have a shower before all you guys steal my hot water.”

All three of them watch her go in silence

Well, almost in silence

“You don’t think he’s been in love with her this whole time, do you?” Ben asked, more to himself then anyone.

Will frowned at his younger brother and shook his head. The answer was so clear to everyone else in the room.

#

Santiago walked into her bedroom twenty minutes later, she was walking around the room in the tightest jeans he could imagine and a black bra , the ends of her hair dripping on to her skin and he had to remind himself of the reason he had actually walked in there.

Gabby looked up at him and gave him a small smile

“Hey”

“Hey” he said sitting down on the end of the bed

“What’s wrong?”

“Who says any things wrong?”

“Your face”

He didn’t say anything at first. He knew he was being stupid but before good sense could take control, Santiago’s mouth took over

“Why do you call Frankie that?”

“Call Frankie what?”

“You call  him, Baby”

She looked up in the mirror to look back at him

“I don’t know just always have. I don’t even think about it”

“Could you maybe, stop”

She frowned before pulling out a black tee and pulling it on over her head, maybe a little too forcefully.

“Why?” the question come out sharper then she intended.

“I don’t like it”

“Suddenly I’m back in junior high” she said under her breath.

“Gabs”

“So, because I’m  fucking you . I have to stop calling my friend a nickname that he has always had”

“First of all, that’s not what we are doing”

“It’s what I’m doing” she shot back

“Wow. There is it”

“Oh come on. Don’t turn into a girl on me now”

He stood up off the bed because he felt like he needed the higher ground right now.

“Wow, you can really turn into a  bitch quickly, can’t you?”

“Only when called for, Baby”

He took a slow, controlled breath because he knew if he didn’t this was going to turn into a disaster

“Stop”

“I’m not doing anything”

“Don’t take it out on me because Frankie is pissed at you”

She frowned and grabbed her handbag and keys off the dresser

“I gotta get some air”

“Gabs, don’t go”

“It’s okay. I’ll be back”

He watched her go and wanted to take everything back. He used to not care when she was angry or ticked off. He actually used to like it.

Now it made him uneasy.

She walked downstairs and past Will and Benny

“I’m going out. Do you guys need something?”

They looked at her confused and shook their heads before she walked out the front door and slammed it. Before hearing they heard the Porsche overly rev up and speeding off.

#

It was a good thing that the guys didn’t want her to bring something back for them because it was ten thirty at night and she still wasn’t back. Countless messages to her phone and no answer. Will looked at Santiago over the table

“So you fucked up too, huh?”

“Little bit”

“What if someone grabbed her?” Benny questioned, saying the thing everyone was thinking

“Don’t be stupid, Benny” Frankie shot “No one knows we’re here”

“Don’t they?”

“I’m calling her. This is bullshit” Will said getting up and walking out to the porch.

“What did you do?” Frankie shot at Santiago

“Me?”

Santiago got up from the table and  stalked over to the living room where Frankie was.

“We fought because you did. The reason she’s not here right now is because of you pulling that crap. You never wanted her until someone else did or maybe it was just because I wanted her”

“You have no idea what you are talking about, Pope”

“Maybe the problem is how you see her. She’s not that broken girl you rescued anymore. She’s so fucking strong. Frankie, she doesn’t need you protecting her. She’s more than capable then you give her credit for” he stopped for a beat “Trust me”

He knew it was coming.

That’s why Santiago said it

He wanted to get under Frankie’s skin

He still didn’t see the punch coming

It happened just as soon as Will walked back in the front door to see it happen.

“She’s okay but she’s not coming back tonight”

“I can’t imagine why” Benny told them all getting up from the table.

“She’s grieving, Pope”

“Fish, this has been coming way before that jerk in the jungle and you know it” Benny said handing Santiago an ice pack.

“Wrong choice of words, Dude ” Will laughed

Frankie made his way back up stairs

“You better start practicing your groveling skills, Frankie. You’re going to need them” Benny called out.

 “You too” Will told Santiago

“I’m aware”

“Did you have to stir him up?”

“Yeah, felt good”

He didn’t know where she was and they were still on the run. As much as he wanted to go out there and find her but Santiago knew when to stop.

[endless-ineffabilities]

don't mind me just commenting on some of the asks ive seen

1. im 100% fine with ewan and jenna, its a work thing and who wouldnt want to be seen as jenna ortegas boy toy even if its fake

2. as for what team the fans in the chem ov universe are rooting for, i imagine they'd be more on ewans side as they're closer in age than darling and matt. i think that there'd be some ewan fans who aren't pleased cause they think darlings "relationship" with jacob elordi was real and that shes moving on too fast but i think you mentioned that it failed so it probably wouldnt be very many, at least not enough to change the lead that ewan has publicly. however i do have a feeling the public's favouring of ewan over matt might change depending on how convincing ewan and jenna's publicity stunt is...... 😬

3. omg if pedro was a fan of darling, then she could introduce him to olivia cause shes a big fan and maybe they kiss kiss fall in love. or ewan or matt meet him first and pedros like omg you're in that show with darling, id LOVE to meet her and ewan or matt are like NOPE NOPE HEY HAVE YOU MET MY FRIEND OLIVIA SHE PLAYS ALICENT IN THAT SAME FUCKING SHOW

now onto the recent minishots and bonus chapters

1. never have i ever - yes tom, i think you lose cool points for wanting to be emmas good boy but im right there with you so i cant be too mean about it

2. for his eyes only - poor fabs, he's really just surrounded by their messiness 😭

3. double edged seduction

- poor fabs #2, not really though he seems to be having fun teasing matt

- the title of this minishot is amazing, its so clever.

- please give donna a raise or a holiday or SOMETHING, she deserves it for the headache ewans causing her

- jenna at least is doing a good job at the pr relationship, though i hope it doesnt look weird since he's not reciprocating AT ALL and that the fans dont run with weird storylines about her being desperate etc. shes just doing her job so that weird director bruce dude gets off both of their asses

- the cold showers. there is not enough cold water in the WORLD for ewan, he might as well jump into the waters of antarctica

- ✨ anon

Darling, sublime points as always ~~

YES we love Ms. Jenna in this house. No matter what happens, she's a class act and she's just doing her job 💗

In the chem ov universe, the jacob/darling pr basically mellowed out on its own. Even the fans thought they were just friends because the pr wasn't strict, so they weren't going full-on with it. Ewan's posts were pretty definitive though. Fans thought Ewan/Darling were solid for a bit, then confusion due to the months long radio silence, then comes the controversial second post. Matt enters the scene, but he's known to be affectionate with friends/costars so fans aren't too quick to jump on the matt/darling theory. But it might catch on 🤷🏻‍♀️

Smart idea to make the lads wingman for Liv and Pedro. Excellent diversion technique hahahaha

I just love you for reading all the minishots!! They truly find the right crowd <3

[sunnyie-eve]

7 | The Opposite

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

The next morning Bella was looking out at the water from the ship, "Why did you take a little field trip here?" Harry walks over to her side.

"Fight with my mom." Bella laughs, "Yeah, princesses fight with their parents too." She looks at him.

"If you don't mind me asking..." Harry looks ah her.

"It's just I don't want what's planned for me. Date a Prince, who I don't have anything in common with or like, then marry that Prince. I need to act more like a princess, I need to wear a dress, and I need to do more things to be responsible." She explains to him, "I told her I thought she of all people would understand not wanted to marry Gaston. She didn't want what others wanted but she does that to me." She says as Uma listens to her from a distance.

"And her response?" Harry asks.

"She was just an an ordinary girl then but because of them I'm the Princess of Auradon. That's what's different. And I told her I don't want to be just that." Bella closes her eyes, "When the four first moved over there I told Evie I related to them wanting to not disappoint my parents. I finally tell my mother how I feel and she doesn't care. Why am I telling you all this?" Bella laughs at herself.

"I asked you."

Bella just looks at him, "And why did you ask me? Does a Villain really care about a Princess's problems?" She laughs, "Plus after all it's my father's fault this island is a prison for you guys. I always knew it was bad here, but being here and seeing it really is showed me just how worse it is. I completely understand why you guys are the way you are. Life is so easy for me with everything just there, and you guys have to steal for it."

"Well, you're a odd princess."

"Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him to chapter three." Uma says walking past them seeing how they look at each other.

Bella leaves Harry's side to go talk to Uma, "Since you were ease dropping, do you have anything you'll like to add?"

"It's funny how you're like your mom before meeting the beast. You want an adventure. You don't want what's planned out for you. You don't wanna marry someone. And you like the opposite." Uma looks at her.

"Like the opposite?" Bella says confused so Uma looks over at Harry.

"He's no Prince Charming is that what it is for you?"

Bella starts to laugh, "What makes you think that? I just met him yesterday."

Uma doesn't say anything but walks away so Bella goes over to Ben, "People are miserable here. You have to change things here when we get back home. It's unfair how they are treated."

"Coochy-coochy coo." Harry jumps down to mess with Ben. "How's it feel to be the king now, eh?" Harry asks but Ben stays quiet.

"Give it a rest, Harry. Give it a rest. We don't want damage goods." Uma tells him.

"You said that I could hook him."

"She said at noon." Bella says standing next to her brother.

"Twenty more minutes." Harry shows Ben a pocket watch.

"That says 11:30." Ben says making Bella laugh at Harry.

"You better hope your girlfriend comes through." Uma tells Ben.

"But she's not my girlfriend anymore." Ben tells her.

"That's my cue to leave." Bella walks off some while Uma tells Harry to leave them alone.

"Nineteen minutes to go now." Harry tells Ben.

"Still incorrect, Harry." Bella looks back at him, "Twenty nine minutes to go." She laughs at him. "You really can't tell time?"

"Oh hush Princess."

"What did I tell you about that?" She takes his hook again.

"Stop doing that." He tries to take it back.

"Come and get it, pirate." She giggles backing away from him so he goes after her.

"Can you two not?" Uma huffs annoyed with them.

"But it's fun taking his hook." Bella stops showing her so Harry wraps his arms around her waist catching her. "Damn it, Uma!" Bella whines.

"You're sister is a version of your mother. Warmed up to the bad guys fast." Uma says so Ben looks over at Bella trying to get out of Harry's arms as he chuckles.

"She did the same with Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay when they first arrived." Ben tells her.

"Runs in the family." Uma walks off.

Bella finally gets free as Gil walks over to them, "Which face paint sure I use for when Mal comes to save your brother?" He ask Bella.

"Why not both?"

"Can you do it? I can never get the sides even." He holds it out to her.

"Why not." She does it for him which makes him happy.

"You are very peculiar. Why are you nice to us?" Harry looks down at her so she tilts her head up to the side to look at him.

"You guys are people too. Give me a reason not to like you and I will make it obvious I don't. Example, stop calling me Princess."

"Oh, but you like.... Princess." He walks off so she goes to sit and wait for it to turn noon.

"Hey, guys! They're here!" Gil shouts out after time passes.

"Welcome!" Harry tells them shoving Ben while Bella just had her arms crossed leaning back on a poll.

"Finally!" Uma smiles while Bella walks over to the plank leaning in the railing.

"You really aren't going to help me?" Ben looks at her.

"When the time is right, dummy."

"Huh, let's get this party started. I swear I'm cold-hearted. There's no negotiation. I'm not here for debatin'. You need some motivation? Just look at Ben's face. Then ask yourself how long you think I'll remain patient. I'll throw him overboard and let him swim with killer sharks. You either hand over the wand or he'll be ripped apart." Uma tells Mal.

"Now, let's all just be smart. Although for you that must be hard. You'll get your wand. No one has to come to any harm. Don't try to intimidate. Your bark is much worse than your bite. Who's the baddest of them all? I guess we're finding out tonight." Mal sassy back.

Let's go, bring it on Better give us what we want It's the wand for the crown If you don't, it's going down

Let's go, make your move Peace or war, it's up to you Give him up and do it now If you don't, it's going down

We want the wand Or else the king is gone Your time is running out You should really watch your mouth

Let's go, pound for pound We're prepared to stand our ground Put your swords up, put 'em up It's going down

Yo-ho, ho-oh, oh-oh, make the trade Yo-ho, ho-oh, oh-oh, or walk the plank Yo-ho, ho-oh, oh-oh, make the trade Yo-ho, ho-oh, oh-oh, or walk the plank

"Okay, look, this is not a conversation. It's a do-or-die situation. If you don't give me back the king. I'll have no hesitation. I'll serve you right here. And I don't need a reservation. That way your whole pirate crew can have a demonstration. Release him now, and we can go our separate ways. Unless you wanna deal with me and the VK's." Mal tells Uma.

"So that's your big speech, huh? An empty ultimatum?" Uma laughs as Harry joins her side.

"All it takes is one swing and I'll humiliate him. Matter of fact, make one wrong move and I'll debilitate him. And if he even starts to slip, I'll eliminate him. All it takes is one wrong look and I'll-,"

"Harry! We get it. Chill!" Bella shouts at him.

Let's go, bring it on Better give us what we want It's the wand for the crown If you don't, it's going down

Let's go, make your move Peace or war, it's up to you Give him up and do it now If you don't, it's going down

We want the wand Or else the king is gone Your time is running out You should really watch your mouth

Let's go, pound for pound We're prepared to stand our ground Put your swords up, put 'em up It's going down

"Hey, we don't have to choose. We don't have to light the fuse. Mal, whatever you do, it's gonna be a lose-lose. There's gotta be a better way. Uma, I promise I'll give you your chance. You'll have your say." Ben speaks up.

"Silly king! You? Give me? You're gonna give me a chance? Well, not a chance."

Yo-ho, ho-oh, oh-oh, make the trade Yo-ho, ho-oh, oh-oh, or walk the plank Yo-ho, ho-oh, oh-oh, make the trade Yo-ho, ho-oh, oh-oh, or walk the plank

[thechaosoflonging]

cute tings my besfwen did on dis trip tog w me 2 den haag & s-hortengobosch

he’s da only one who can see thru my facade of being happi in isolation & he told me dat i was rly sad acc n i had a huge self identity/personal crisis n cried for an hour in da hotel room. & realised i didn’t wanna 2 live like dis

couldn’t meet me at da airport saur said he’ll pay for a taxi 2 my gaff

bought me my ov chip card as a reign of passage of me being a local in da dam (2 pay me back for my taxi)

changed his bedsheets for me at my request

let me keep my stuff here & kept a drawer for me

peeled an orange for me & gave me a bit of choco da next morning for bweakfast (it was his fake roomates lmao) + told me 2 use his fake roomate’s body wash if his were empty lmao

would fill himself water n then fill it again for me in da same glass instead of giving me a separate glass

always shares his airpods w me whether it be a podcast or vids on ytb or reddit or music<3

helped me out in da markets when i didn’t have cash & i was able 2 get rly cute cat eye sunglasses bc of him for 10€

helped me w smuller getting me a borger bc it was like a vending machine for food

bought me water in da shops

told me when we arrived in s-hortogenbosch dat it was acc a rly cute town n he felt bad bc he’s sick n didn’t want 2 shit all over my plans

showed me his festival vids/pics & his concert vids

changed my mind abt techno! lofi techno or chill techno or techno where there r vocals is acc nice 2 listen 2 w a fwen

told me 2 stand near sum flowers n took pics of me

had dmc w me l8 at nite

we had a talk abt our relationship n i realised dat he treats me like family. not like a guest. no matter where i go. we’re jus so comfortable w one another bc we’ve known each other for 8 years

told me dat if i got a vocal coach i’d be an amazing singer bc i have a nice voice i jus dunno what 2 do w it along w being saur nasally n vocal fry a lil bit when i sing from my throat. it rly boost my confidence in singing bc all my life i’ve been told 2 shut up but my 2 besfwens r da most supportive of me musically wise

is acc convincing me 2 move 2 NL & 2 move out my gaff

told me i can come over for a week n we can do lots of fun stuffs hehe

told me 2 not be a stranger n dat i was always welcome 2 stay w him n his roommate

told me dat my turquoise dress was gorgeous & dat my tennis dress was v 70’s esque

his fake roommate told me dat he told her abt me working in childcare which means he does talk abt me 2 his fwens

took candid photos of me on da boat & nice photos of me posing

taught me 2 drive da boat. we got stuck in a pond but he got us out of it. & he slowed da boat when there were cute ducks n swans

went 2 an arcade n played ddr w me even doe it was out of his comfort zone

got rly rly rly into taiko drum game w me n we killed da last song n we look to our right n there were a group of 10 ppl (tourists?) outside looking at us n cheering along w us as we finished da song n it was da funniest ting dat has happened 2 me in a long time

dis cute lil tap tap tings on my bare leg/arm while we were listening 2 music n lip synced songs while we vibed tog

haggled da taxi for a round trip for me

got my luggage n stitch for me super fast as i stayed in da taxi

kept reassuring me not 2 worry

carried my water/smoothie/rubbish for me in his side pockets

carried my slippers for me in his bag

told me dat childcare/au pair suits me sm again

told me he acc thought sum of my playlist was p gud

always sat next 2 me on da train even doe his fake ass roommate tagged along w us 2 da market

called me out on my perfectionist standards which i rly needed 2 hear

told me dat he’s gonna invite me 2 stuffs n we can do more tings tog if i stopped bringing my suitcase lmao

took selcas w me on da boat <3

sent me off 2 da airport even doe he had 2 help his fake roommate move out

always sat next 2 me on da train given da option of sitting next 2 me or his fake roommate

[fandoms-writings]

OOooh. Okay, I've got one. I wish you'd write a fic where Bucky gets basic care for something extremely minor (like burning his hand on the stove or something) and it makes him super emotional. Like just something as simple as basic first aid gives him feels. <3

First Aid

Pairing: avenger!Bucky x avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1040

Warnings: little injury, mentions of a little blood, tiny tiny angst, mainly fluff

a/n: not beta'd, this was fun! I like doing little drabbles

tell me what you wish I'd write

"Oh shit, goddamnit," You heard the grumbling coming from the kitchen followed by a clatter of what sounded like several dishes clanking against each other. Your brows furrowed as you quickly stood from your reading spot and made your way to the source of the noise.

Bucky stood there, holding his flesh hand as the water in the sink continued to spray.

"Buck, you alright?" You asked, making your way to his side. He mumbled something about how he was fine, but the second you saw the red leak out between his fingers, you rushed to close the distance.

"Oh my god, what happened?" You asked, taking his hands in yours, prying his fingers open so you could take a look.

"I was just trying to clean up a bit, do the dishes for everyone. Wasn't paying attention and grabbed a knife by the blade," He looked to the sink at the knife that had drops of blood on it, "but I'll be alright."

"Come on," You reached and turned the sink off before grabbing his forearm and pulling him with you.

"Wait, where are we going?" He asked.

"To get you taken care of. Can't have you going around with a gash in your hand, even if you are a super soldier," You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a small smile.

"I don't want to bother Cho with this, it'll heal on its own," He argued, but he didn't fight against the pull of your hand.

"We don't need Cho, I'll get you wrapped up, don't worry." You gave him a light laugh and it was then he paid attention to where you were taking him. It wasn't the direction of the med bay, it was the floor you two shared. You led him to your room, and then into your little bathroom where you made him sit on the edge of the tub.

"I keep one of these in here for the little things that aren't worth going to a professional for," You reached in the cabinet, pulling out a small white box. You opened it to grab gauze and alcohol wipes before closing it again.

You made your way back to his side, holding your hand out, "Let me see?" You asked, and he slowly reached his fist out until your fingers gently wrapped around his, pulling them open to inspect the damage.

"This is gonna sting a bit," You warned him before wiping the gash with the alcohol wipe. He felt the sting, but he didn't pay it any mind. He watched as you cleaned and wrapped his hand with so much care and he couldn't help the lump that formed in his throat.

No one ever really showed him this kind of care before, not since he'd become who he is now. He only ever experienced hands that intended harm. Grabs that were meant to bruise and mutilate. Sure, he'd been growing used to the team, and how thoughtful they were. But no one, other than Steve of course, had ever shown him this gentleness. He knew the team was nervous around him. He could feel it in the air.

But having you seated next to him, your knees bumping his as you cleaned and dressed the cut that would be nothing more than a red line of irritation in his palm by tomorrow morning, it was new. He knew you weren't that wary of him, he didn't know why, but he picked up on it immediately. You were always comfortable around him, and he grew to be relaxed around you. But this was different.

Your gentle touches across his fingers and his wrist as you moved his hand around, wrapping it in gauze, sent shivers up his arm and through his entire being. He was touch starved.

Your eyes shot up to his when he sniffled, and the look you gave him had his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Bucky. . ." Your voice was soft and your hands stilled over his own and he didn't dare take his hand out of your caring hold.

"Sorry," He sniffed again and ducked his head, reaching to cover his face with his metal hand, "I'm fine I promise."

You were silent for a moment before one of your hands left his wrapped one. It appeared on his metal wrist, pulling it away from his face. He let you guide it to rest in your lap with his other hand, your fingers wrapping around his palm.

"Hey," You muttered and he looked up to see your gaze free of judgment, "It's okay to not be okay," You gave him a small, crooked smile as understanding filled your eyes and you squeezed his hands, "It's okay."

He gave you a shaky smile back as the tears gathered in his lashes fell, one by one, down his cheeks. Taking a slow breath, he cleared his throat, "No one's ever. . ." He looked down at your hands encasing his, though his were twice the size of yours, "No one's ever cared for me like this, other than Steve. But even with him. . . it's different." He mumbled, too nervous to look back up at you.

You let out a breath through your nose and squeezed his hands once more, "Well," You started, leaning in closer, "I'll always care for you. In whatever way you need me to."

He blinked and looked up at you to see nothing but honesty and compassion in your gaze, "You don't have to do that, I don't wanna burden you-"

"Don't," You cut him off, "You're not a burden, Bucky. I'd be honored if you let me do that for you. Everyone needs someone who can help take care of them every once in a while."

He sighed before nodding, "Okay," He whispered, "Thanks."

"Of course," You smiled again, "Need a hug?" He let out a wet laugh and nodded.

"Please." You released his hands and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in.

That night, you held a "family meeting" with the team and how to not leave hazards out for others to get hurt on, specifically, how to not just throw a knife haphazardly into the sink for someone to slice their hand on.

[technologyculturedneo]

Midnight Writings:

All About My Secret Fling.

If I could tell you a story that I know you wouldn't believe even if the proof was right under your nose- staring at you right in the face, I'd tell you about my secret fling with: Lee Haechan Pairing. Reader (I) x Donghyuck (you)

When we broke up I kept holding onto the memories, thinking and absorbing myself deep in the idea that you'd come back. I kept watching our videos over and over again. I had hope that we'd just taken some time apart and that all would be well when we got some air.

And then I saw you. For the first time after 3 years. I saw you on my friends phone. My heart broke. You were smiling and dancing in all sorts of videos. There you were, a screen away from me, having the time of your life, sending her videos. I wondered how you guys got together. I was too afraid to ask, but then again she made it clear how much she loved you. It stayed in the back of my head until I realised that she wasn't the only one with videos of you...

I don't know how I had failed to attach your familiar voice to your face. I don't know how I missed out on your unique voice, the same voice that sang me to sleep, that laughed and cried with me. For so long we were apart, I hadn't heard your voice until it hit me, that I'd always been listening to you sing for all those 3 years. Your songs were on the radio every morning when I went to work, your songs were rising on all the charts, your songs cheered me up when I was feeling so low and your songs reminded me so much of what you and I had. So then how did I not recognise that it was you? That it was always you I listened to? How did I fail to notice that Haechan was once Lee Donghyuck? My Donghyuck.

In our break, I listened to Haechen's songs with deep love, because I wondered how he could relate so much to what had happened between Donghyuck and I. Little did I know that you were Haechan, that Haechan was Donghyuck and that Donghyuck and Haechan...were you. But the only difference between you and Haechan was that, you weren't mine anymore. You weren't my love anymore, because you became everyone's love.

I plucked up the courage to finally search up your face, and when I did, my heart had never felt so deflated before. I was afraid to see it, but after I saw your new charisma I finally understood why you never came back to me. We broke up because when we were still in college you wanted everyone to know that you were dating me, you wanted to hold my hand in public, kiss me and genuinely make everyone know that you were happy to be with me. But I was shy and scared and nervous to be seen with Lee Donghyuck. You never understood what it was like for someone like me, to be with someone like you. You loved me for my soul and personality, but nobody else saw that in me. They only saw my flaws. You on the other hand, had a god complex. So of course I would be ridiculed and bashed for being with you. I didn't want to take the chance. Besides, in my belief, nobody could pull off being the best secret couple the way we could.

We had so much fun away from all preying eyes. When it was just you and me, fire could merge with water, ice could freeze over hell and heaven and hell made peace- that's how we were. And to think we let each other go always has me in tears.

When I saw you on tv, the way you moved and sang- it charmed everyone and I couldn't help but recall those days we'd dance together in the empty parking lot, the way we'd hide in my father's ruined down car making love so passionately, the way you'd always stare at me in a room full of students- I'd look away like I hadn't known and you'd tease me about it later. Oh god I missed how you'd tease me, from taunting me in my bed with your sexy hips moving against mine to taunting me at school in the corridors with your sexy body rolls or in class making sure that I had my eyes on you and no one else.

But after seeing you on tv, seeing your face, I knew it was over. That it was really over. I finally had to let you go. I got my closure and although it hurt, I didn't wanna put myself through another moment of waiting for you. If I could give us a chance again, I promise that I would've let you hold my hand in public, kiss me the way you wanted on graduation day with the whole school looking, given you the chance to show me off like the proud boyfriend you were. I would've made sure to let you know, that I was never ashamed of our relationship. I was ashamed of myself.

So as a final way of parting my ties with you, I got tickets to one of your concerts, it costed my whole savings account, but it was worth it. I tried not to think of the consequences but, it was when I realised I had no money left, that I wondered if it really was worth it. And yes, it was. It felt like a movie when I saw you again after many years.

In fact, it was like the first time we met. The lights dimmed in the darkened arena and all I heard was your voice. Just like how you stepped into Mr Kim's class late while the hall room was dark and the projection was running, you made such a fit that you couldn't see and Mr Kim yet again was outrageous. I'll never forget that day, because you sat right next to me. For the first time in my life, I can say that I was not able to breathe with you next to me. The same way I wasn't able to breathe when I saw you on stage and you smirked. Red looked so good on you. You sang with your whole heart and my heart was more content seeing you do what you love instead of hiding with me.

I sang along and enjoyed the refreshing feelings that washed over me. It hurt to see you on stage grinning the way you did with me - to a sold out arena of other girls. It hurt hearing how some of your fans would scream and chant out how they loved you and you responded with how you loved them back. The way you teased and looked at them, the way you smiled and joked with them made me see how much better you looked, better then I'd ever see. Our relationship was History and your supportive fans who weren't afraid to show you off and scream out your name like their life depended on it -was your new future. It is your new future.

At first I was sad because we weren't together anymore and I was sad because my bank account was empty, but after some time I slowly became happy. Happy for you, everything that you wanted came true. Your voice was heard and you were in the spotlight with fans that loved and supported you.

However, as I lay in my bed with one tab opened on my empty bank account a feeling of happiness washes over me with the hope that you'll find someone else, someone you can freely do the things you love with, someone who's better then me. Better then your secret lover, or rather secret fling.

Yet, when my phone vibrates on my night stand I pick it up- surprise washing over me upon seeing a text message from a number. A number that I saved as 'Sunshine'. A number that belonged to someone I cherished dearly. My sunshine who I could always count on. Reading the text, my heart elevates from it's deflated state.

You looked so beautiful tonight

It reminded me of the days I couldn't touch you

Butterflies erupt in my stomach while reading your text, just like the first time you hit me up.

I thought my texts wouldn't go through, I'm happy to see you're reading

If I could have another chance with you again in this lifetime, I promised myself that I would let you hold my hand and show me off to the world. No matter what happens, with you by my side again, I'll make sure to show you that you weren't some fling to me, but you were so much more than that. But I wouldn't mind being a secret fling again.

It's Donghyuck by the way :) your secret "fling" from college

Did you enjoy the concert?

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[gashinabts]

anti-romantic | (m)

word: 4.1k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre:  Slight Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: celebrating father’s day without actually having kids is more fun according to you and jungkook

Warnings: hidden oral sex (fem), blow job, public sex, slight choking, riding, some roleplay (hehe)

a/n: lol this was in my drafts and was supposed to be posted on father’s day but idk if you guys liked this couple...but here it is! Might do more drabbles and stuff with this couple. lemme know what you guys think.

Read this first —> anti-baby fever

“ Happy Father's day!,” you place the bouquet of flowers on the desk before jumping on his body that was peacefully sleeping in the bed. There’s a grunt that comes out and you nuzzle your way into his neck, kissing his moles until he wakes up.

Jungkook's eyes open slowly, yawning loudly before speaking. “ How’d you find out that I have a kid? I thought I did a better job of being discreet,” he smiles when you bite his neck. His large hands hold onto your waist moving you so that you are sitting on top of him. 

“ Yeah happy father’s day...because I do be swallowing your babies,” you hold back your laughter as you try to finish your sentence. 

Jungkook barks a laugh, shaking his head at the dirty joke. “ I’m surprised to hear that coming from your mouth but I’m also proud,” he brings your head down to kiss your lips. There’s a slight gap when he pulls apart, “ So where is my breakfast in bed?” Jungkook asks, his lips barely touch yours as he speaks.

“ Damn, you're taking this roleplay too far,” you huff a laugh. “ Do you also want me to buy you a barbecue grill?” His eyes playfully roll, bringing you down to kiss him once more.

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As funny as it sounds your dad is trying to convince Jungkook to buy a similar barbecue as him, they are talking among themselves, grilling some meat as you are with your mother and sister. It's a small gathering and you just want to go back inside your parents house because it is a million degrees outside. “ Auntie Y/N come swim with us,” one of your nephews comes to splash water on you. He laughs loudly when you give him an annoyed look, as the cold water drenched your summer dress. 

“ I don’t have any swim suits and if I get in there I will probably drown you in front of your mom,” you feel a pinch on your left arm from your mom giving you a disappointed look. On the other hand your sister laughs, shaking your head as she breastfeeds her daughter. The little brat taunts you sticking his tongue out then swims along to play with his cousins. “ I’m kidding,” you tell your mom. 

Turning back to drinking your ice tea, you sigh at the words your mother says next. “ So when are you and Jungkook going to get married? You are not getting anymore younger and it will be hard to get pregnant-”

“ Mom...,” your sister tries to defend you.

The thought of swimming sounds more appealing to you, anything that makes you stray away from this conversation with your mother. “ We actually got married, we just didn’t invite you to the wedding,” you look at your mom, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “ Imma go swimming. My stuff is still in my old room, yeah?” Your mom nods her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, probably at the annoyance of you. 

Stepping in your old room feels nice, the cold air hitting your slightly sweaty face, instantly making you cool down. You toss your body on your bed, closing your eyes, taking a breather before going outside and into the boiling pits of hell. “ This brings up old memories,” you hear your boyfriend. Smiling you look to the doorway, his body leaning against your door entrance, his arms are crossed and there’s muscle definition on his biceps. 

“ Yeah, because we lost our virginity on this bed,” you hold your hand out so he can come closer to you. Jungkook leans down, giving you quick kisses before giving you a suggestive look. 

“ Should we recreate it?,” his eyebrows go up and down. 

“ Okay,” you whisper, bringing his head down to kiss him again. “ That means you have to come in the first minute,” you laugh as he lets out a groan. Pushing him away you get up from the bed, and go to the drawers and grab a swimsuit. Putting it on you feel the straps digging into your hips and your top barely covering your boobs. Of course you don’t fit your high school swimsuits. 

“ Fuck,” you hear Jungkook sigh. Turning around you give him a confused look until you look down and see a boner. “ You look so fucking hot,” he comes to grab at your ass but you smack it off. Jungkook likes that you can’t fit in your bottoms, your cheeks showing making him want to bite it. Your hips look wider and he wants to hold on to it, feeling your supple skin that spills out from the thin straps. And the way your boobs spill out like they are purposely begging him to suckle on them. 

The apple of cheeks blush, your eyes widening at the intense stare. Shaking your head while looking at the door entrance nervously to see if anyone saw this scene. “ We are not fucking here, wait till we get home,” you lift your top up to try to cover more skin. 

“ Let me just taste you, baby. I’ll be quick,” his hands hold your hands kissing it, giving you his best puppy eyes. He just wants to smell you and taste you. A whole parade happens in his head when you agree, leaning against the dresser and parting your legs. 

Maybe it’s the heat that went to your head, that made you dumbly nod without thinking about the consequences that might happen. It turns you on even more, that you guys have to be careful and aware of your surroundings. Jungkook goes on his knees, pecking the inside of thigh before moving the swimsuit to the side, showing him your glistening folds. Immediately, his mouth is on you, tasting your arousal on his taste buds. One of your hands goes up to your mouth softening your quiet moans. The other hand, holds the dresser tightly, afraid that you might fall down.

His tongue lathers you wetness, looking up to see your chest heavily move and down. Your pretty eyes looking down at his mouth work wonders on you. “ Jungkook,” you moan. His rough hands lift your thighs up, stuffing his face more in, tongue penetrating in and out in your entrance. 

Lewd noises are being made by the two of you. Jungkook’s lips smack against your pussy, while your moaning has increased despite your hand muffling the noises. Your eyes widen when you notice your door is still open, anybody can pass by because the bathroom is across your room. “ Pay attention to me baby,” Jungkook smacks the outside of your thigh.

Listening to his words, you look into his doe eyes, his tongue do small licks on clit then sucking it before his lips plop off loudly. “ I don’t want you wearing this outside, because all I want to do is fuck you silly,” his finger goes to your entrance, thrusting slowly with a slight curl. “ I love the way you look in this,” his other finger joins and watches your hips ride them like it was his cock. He blows cool air onto your folds watching your body twitch at the sensation.

“ Yeah? I can barely fit in it,” you say as you toss your head back. There’s a cooling sensation against your heat, pulling your bottoms more to the side so it doesn’t go in the way of his mouth.

“ That’s why I love it, your body spilling out of it and it’s fucking hot. Look at your tits barely covered, your nipples are begging to be sucked on,” he gives you a sloppy kiss on your clit before continuing, “ Your hips look really wide, you know that means you can take my cock better.” His thumb rubs your clit fast, more wetness seeps out of your entrance making his fingers slide in faster. “ I also love it because I got to see you grow into and out of this swimsuit. Just proves to you that I’m always here,” he pecks your thigh. 

The words make you blush, insecurities washed away because you never thought that not fitting your swimsuit could be this hot and liberating. More importantly it makes you want to come all over his mouth. “ I love you,” you whisper softly.

His eyes are sparkly, looking like he holds the constellations in his eyes. “ I love you,” he says. Then placing his mouth on your cunt. Eating you up like he didn’t eat at all today. He moans into you, as your hands hold his hair tightly, the vibrations hitting your sensitive nerves making you moan loudly as you come against his wet mouth. Your hips moving against his mouth as you come down your high, finally stopping after a few seconds. Jungkook places your bikini back in place, kissing your hip. 

His hair is in his face, you tuck a strand behind his ear, “ Yeah, I’m not going swimming anymore,” you laugh in disbelief that your boyfriend ate you out in your childhood bedroom while your family is outside. Taking off your bikini you return back to your summer dress.

“ Yeah, we don’t want you flashing a nipple when you do a cannonball,” he laughs, getting up and watching you look at the mirror. There’s a slight frown on your face, he comes closer plopping his head on your shoulder. “ What’s wrong?” his hands are placed on your waist drumming his fingers. 

“ Do you want to get married?” your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His eyes widening at your question, there’s a couple seconds of silence. His body immediately leaves your, creating a small gap. Turning around to face him instead of talking to his reflection. 

Jungkook's eyebrows raise. “ Are you asking me or is it your mom?” When he was talking to your father earlier, he noticed you looking annoyed while talking to your mother. There was a small frown on your pretty face, and he wanted to kiss it off but your father was talking about which charcoal he uses for the grill.

“ It’s better to just get it over with, so she won’t have to keep pestering me,” you shrug. Which is probably not the right choice of words, since Jungkook lets out a disappointed sigh. His hand pushes his hair back in frustration. 

“ Seriously, Y/N?” As much of Jungkook would love to get married to you, he doesn’t want to get proposed because ‘you just want to get it over with’, it leaves his heart feeling heavy that you don’t see the problem in this. 

The tone in his voice sounds just like your mother, a chastising tone, and you get annoyed.“ I thought you wanted that,” you toss your head back. Not knowing what you are doing wrong. 

Jungkook doesn’t want to argue, especially now, since you guys are supposed to be spending family time. “ Not like that,” he rolls his eyes at how unaware you are. There’s a few seconds of silence, his hands push his hair back in frustration. “ Let’s go back out,” he says in defeat. Walking ahead of you, not holding your hand like he usually does.

The slider door is right in front of you, your family are talking among each other. One thing you don’t want is to be on bad terms. “ Jungkook, are you upset?” You grab his hand before he can walk outside to carry on talking to your family. 

“ Yes. Let’s talk about this later, okay?” Jungkook turns around giving you a smile. Not the kind of smile that makes your heart flutter, it’s the type of smile that you give when you don’t want to deal with someone. In defeat, you nod letting go of his hand, as he walks to the pool getting splashed by your nephews. He brightly smiles at them, wiping the water off his face before getting a water gun and chasing them with it. 

Sighing you walk to your dad who is still grilling meat, he looks at you smiling. “ Something wrong kiddo,” he asks as he flips over the meat. Typically, you never talk to your dad about your problems, only ever going to your sister sometimes but she’s not much help because she’s with your mom.

“ Jungkook and I had a...little argument,” you say, looking to the pool to see him spinning your nephew around. “ I asked if we should just get married because of mom’s bickering. Jungkook got upset,” you scratch your arm. Looking back at your dad whose face is at a grimace, your eyes widening. “ What?” 

There is playful screaming and laughing in the background, you ignore it trying to listen to your dad’s words. “ Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? I wouldn’t want to be asked like that,” he chuckles lightly. 

Replaying the conversation that you had with Jungkook, you mentally smack your palm to your head. Your mom shouldn’t be the reason why you should marry Jungkook. Jungkook is a hopeless romantic, he likes to be swallowed whole by your love. So of course he wouldn’t want to be proposed like that. Your dad pats your back in comfort before leaving you in your thoughts as you look at Jungkook making funny faces at your baby niece.

Jungkook is back in the house grabbing plates from the kitchen cabinet, you close the slider door quietly, walking behind him as he reaches for the last plate. Wrapping your arms behind his small waist, his breath hitches, exhaling your name. “ I’m a dummy,” you whisper.

Jungkook softly laughs, “ No you're not. I’m sorry for overreacting-“

“ You weren’t though,” you lay your head completely on his back, hearing his heartbeat. “ I wasn’t being considerate,” you kiss his back through his shirt. The plate makes a small clunk sound when he places it on the counter, turning around in your arms. His brown eyes look into your eyes before kissing you on your cheek. 

“ Baby, do you want me to talk to your mom?” Jungkook asks, his large hand caressing your cheek. You give him a questioning hum. “ That we don’t have to get married right now. That we are perfectly fine just the way we are.”

The silky strands are gliding in between your fingers, as you push it away from his face.“ Hmm. Maybe she will listen to you better,” you smile. Jungkook can easily make your mom's views change within seconds with his charming smile. 

---

Jungkook lifts you up the ground before you enter the house, crossing the threshold as he holds you in his strong arms. “ Why do you keep doing this with every house,” you laugh, holding on to him tightly. “ We don’t even know we are buying this house,” you say as he finally puts you down. Looking around the empty house, you visualize a sofa and tv in the spacious living room. 

“Exactly we don’t know, it’s bad luck not to do that,” he also looks around. “ This is nice,” he whistles looking at your hips swaying as you walk to the kitchen. “ The kitchen I mean,” he cockily says.

Turning around you playfully swat him, “ Can you imagine yourself cooking here?” The cold countertops touch your fingertips as they slide against it. You can see yourself cooking here making food for you and Jungkook, his hands on your hips as he watches you. 

Jungkook likes the way the set up of the kitchen, the granite countertops and the dark brown wooden cabinets give the kitchen an expensive feel. Compared to the first apartment he got with you in college this place is a thousand times better. His heart flutters knowing that he gets to share the rest of his life with you in this house. He comes closer to you hugging you from behind as you look inside the empty cabinets. “ Mhm, yeah I can see myself cooking here,” his nose rubs against your neck loving the perfume you're wearing. He can also see himself doing other things in this kitchen. “ And eating here too,” he says, blowing a raspberry in your neck.

Laughing in his hold you turn your head to kiss his cheek, “ Let’s go up. Before you act on your fantasies,” you grab his hand. Going up the stairs you guys checked out the three rooms and bathrooms. This house is something that you’ve been wanting for the past year, it’s spacious, has a big backyard to plant your flowers, and two hours away from your parents. “ We can put our bed here,” you point in the middle. “ The dressers here,” you point in two different directions. 

Jungkook smiles fondly as you point at random spaces, he’s pretty sure that you pointed at the same area more than once for different furniture going there. “ How about the other rooms? You don’t think three rooms is big?”

You shake your head, “ I think it’s perfect. Our room, your gaming room, and maybe a guest room in case my mom wants to spend the night,” you shrug at the end. There’s a rush of serotonin just imagining getting this house. “ What are your thoughts?” His pretty eyes look around the empty big room and smile on his face.

“ Let’s get it,” he looks back at you. Your eyes meet and you grab his shirt pulling him down to kiss him to show him how happy you are. Pulling away, he holds your chin looking at your silly smile. ‘ Yeah, this is definitely home,’ Jungkook thinks to himself.

---

“ Fuck Y/N,” Jungkook moans loudly his head hitting the back of his seat.  Your mouth sucks his tip lightly as your hand moves up and down his cock. His breathing is getting louder, and he wraps your hair around his hand, wanting to see your eyes. “ Couldn't even wait to go inside the apartment,” he shakes his head in fake disappointment. But this was far from disappointing. 

Moaning against his tip, you shake your head. Deciding on buying the house turned you on and you couldn’t wait to fuck him. Your lips make a plop sound as you pull apart, “ That wouldn’t be any fun,” you kiss his tip. Causing him to groan at your cunningness. “ We should fuck one last time in this parking lot,” you blow cold air on his tip before going down again. 

Jungkook wipes the foggy car window to make sure no one is here looking at you choking on his cock. You're letting guttural noises and your eyes water at his size, your hips move side to side in the air, probably itching to be touched. “ Yeah, choke on it,” Jungkook pushes your head down more, throat tightening around his cock. “ Are you crying on my cock?” Jungkook condescending laughs.

 It turns you on how mean he is being, your tears come down even more at the humiliation but you enjoy it. You can feel your panties are getting stuck on your folds and you badly want to relieve yourself. Jungkook pushes your head down one last time before pulling your head by your hair to kiss you. His tongue pushes against your exchanging moans against each other. He helps you move your body over the center console so you are now sitting on his lap. “ Wait Jungkook,” you pull apart. “ I need to take my pants off,” you look at the tight space around you. There’s not enough room to take it off where you are.

Jungkook screams at himself for not owning a bigger car. “ Uhh, just take your pants off real quick outside and come back inside the car,” he looks out to see no one out. The things you do for sex, you hurridely take off your pants and returning back to the position. His hands are on your thighs rubbing them up and down, as he makes outs with you. Your hips move against his trying to pleasure yourself. 

Jungkook pulls away staring at you with a lustful gaze, his hands moving up to caress your face, “ Can’t believe we are doing this,” he says, laughing in disbelief.

“ Mmm, same.  Something about you signing the papers and paying the deposit turned me on,” you kiss his cheek, while stroking him in your hands.

He groans, tossing his head back showing his bare neck for a quick second, “ Yeah?” He gives you a boyish smile. “ When I saw you walking up the stairs. Kinda wanted to fuck you right there,” he kisses your neck. He moans your name when you insert his cock into your tight entrance. 

“ Next time, do it. Take me anywhere in our new house,” you hold his head close to your neck. Feeling him sucking on your skin, probably marking his love for you. “ Are you gonna fuck me like your little housewife?” Smiling to yourself when you hear him groan your name. You breath out heavily, thighs shaking as you move up and down on his cock.

Jungkook's hands wrap around your waist tightly, thrusting up into you. “ My little housewife,” he whispers to himself. It doesn’t necessarily fit your image, due to the fact that you have a high paying job and you guys aren’t even married but it turns him on. There’s something a little demeaning about it and it twisted as it sounds he wants to continue with this little act you proposed. “ Gotta have you wearing nothing but an apron on,” he snarkily smiles up to you. 

His hard thrust is making you jostle in his arms, and you cry even more just imagining him fucking you from behind as you cook him dinner. “ Yeah what else would you want from me, my lovely husband,” you put your hands to the car ceiling trying to keep yourself ahold. 

His heart does a little jump at the word of husband, he knows it’s only you teasing but he loves the way it comes out of your mouth. “ Mmm, you have to be waiting on your knees when I come home from work,” he says while one of his hands trails up your neck lightly squeezing it. “ Fuck your mouth since you’re a needy slut waiting for her husband like a good wife.” 

Your walls tighten when you hear him speaking nothing but filth to you. His thrust hits the spot that makes you drool and eyes rolling back. “ Fuck Jungkook,” you whisper. The car is probably moving from how hard Jungkook is fucking. If someone were to walk by they can obviously tell that you guys are doing the nasty, but you don’t care, this is your last day in this apartment complex.

Jungkook looks at your tits bouncing and his mouth does his best at sucking at them. He moans around it loving the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. His eyes look up at you staring down at him, sucking it hard. His lips plops off your tit, “ Are you gonna come for me, my pretty little housewife?” He watches as you nod your head up and down, holding the car ceiling as your life depends on it. He wants to remember this moment forever. His hand holds your soft tit, fingers pinching your nipple, while his mouth goes back to the other nipple sucking it softly. Your walls squeeze his cock tight as you come around it while moaning his name loudly. He prays that the windows do a good job muffling your moans, but he doubts it.

Your hands come down brushing his hair back, “ Come in your wife,” your body is still shaking from the intense orgasm. “ Make good use of me,” you tell him. His eyes roll back at words. He sucks harder on your nipple and you hiss in pain and delight. He holds you tighter in his arms, thrusting in quick motions as he comes into you. 

The feeling of his come in your cunt makes you want him to fuck you all over again. Knowing that you are the only person in the world to have him inside you like this makes you prideful. The breaths die down and Jungkook is now sucking your nipples softly, humming around it. Your hands softly brushing his hair back, letting him do his thing. “ I didn’t know you would be so into the housewife role playing,” you laugh to yourself. 

His lips part from your tits, and he laughs with you. “ You're into it just as I was,” he pecks your boob one last time before taking his cock out of you. The semen slowly comes down your lips, his finger coming to massage it into your folds. His mouth waters wondering what you and him taste like together. He looks up, “ Wanna quit your job and I’ll wife you up?” he laughs when you swat his hand away.

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books i’ve read in 2022.

the complete list of the 68 books i read this year.

i set my goal as 52 books to read in 2022 (one book per month) and i’m very happy that i achieved that! in 2021 i read 26 books, which was very impressive for me, so the fact that i’ve read more than twice that this year is incredible.

a quiet kind of thunder by sara barnard

the wife of bath by geoffrey chaucer

the diary of a young girl by anne frank

always by morris gleitzman

crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo

the spanish love deception by elena armas

the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins

mary barton by elizabeth gaskell

do androids dream of electric sheep by philip k dick

the lonely londoners by sam selvon

the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood

it ends with us by colleen hoover

one last stop by casey mcquiston

fun home by alison bechdel

the mad women’s ball by victoria mas

ugly love by colleen hoover

twelfth night by william shakespeare

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire saenz

aristotle and dante dive into the waters of the world by benjamin alone saenz

they both die at the end by adam silvera

heartstopper by alice oseman

normal people by sally rooney

one day in the life of ivan denisovich by aleksandr solzhenitsyn

my policeman by bethan roberts

delilah green doesn’t care by ashley herring blake

all your perfects by colleen hoover

confess by colleen hoover

the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky

one true loves by taylor jenkins reid

beach read by emiky henry

red, white, and royal blue by casey mcquiston

call me by your name by andre aciman

humans by matt haig

how to stop time by matt haig

a man called ove by fredrik backman

you and me on vacation by emily henry

find me by andre aciman

still life by sarah winman

a court of thorns and roses by sarah j maas

a court of mist and fury by sarah j maas

a court of wings and ruin by sarah j maas

a court of frost and starlight by sarah j maas

a court of silver flames by sarah j maas

book lovers by emily henry

sorcery of thorns by margaret rogerson

malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid

the poppy war by r. f. kuang

forget me twice by carina taylor

love on the brain by ali hazelwood

finding audrey by sophie kinsella

pride and prejudice by jane austen

felix ever after by kacen callender

ariadne by jennifer saint

cemetery boys by aiden thomas

the hunger games by suzanne collins

mary and the wrongs of woman by mary wollstonecraft

it happened one summer by tessa bailey

oh whistle and i’ll come to you my lad by m. r. james

a room of one’s own by virginia woolf

the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde by robert louis stevenson

the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde

dracula by bram stoker

silence of the lambs by thomas harris

northanger abbey by jane austen

frankenstein by mary shelley

story of your life by ted chiang

before i do by sophie cousens

heart of darkness by joseph conrad