#song: hold yourself tight by the scary jokes
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and when you get cold tonight,
hold yourself tight
no one else is going to
look up at that star that's just for you, sweet child
#bright colors#vent#vent art#mlp#mlp fim#my little pony#pinkie pie#pinkie pie mlp#mlp fictionkin#fictionkin#fictionkin art#agere art#it probably wasnt obvious but thats what its abt#song: hold yourself tight by the scary jokes
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nepeta rentry graphic,, + borders,, (?)
graphic f2u w/ creds ,,!
text is from this song . listen to tsj
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This song means the world to me, it is a warm hug that I want to embrace forever
#suddenly started thinking about this song and feeling sentimental right now#bad at math is one of my favorite albums of all time and this song is one of liz's best songs they ever made. and i mean that full stop#music stuff#*ramble txt#the scary jokes#bad at math#Bandcamp
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CRAHSZ YOUR DOOR.
SYMBOLISM.
Symbolism in your ocs and songs that fits them and why
HI PLEASE FIX MY DOOR
With the songs uh. For some of them the lyrics fit them and for others idk how well they fit but they have the right vibes idk.
Starting with Fallen
Songs that fit her: Rewind by Laura Shigihara, Space Cadet by Mavis, hold yourself tight by The Scary Jokes, My Own Person by Ezra Williams, Sad by Lemon Demon
Symbolism: Since she likes flowers, flowers tend to sort of represent her or characters thinking about her. Wilted flowers represent her fall, especially when Lucy is thinking about her fall. Fallen looks up at the sky when she's thinking about Alpine. Because of her name, she can also be represented by angels and feathers, things like that.
Lucy
Songs that fit her: Exhale Inhale by AURORA, Rejazz by Regina Spektor, All The Dying by Mother Mother, Sarah Come Home by Allie X, Life by Upseen, Tired by Beabadoobee
Symbolism: She looks down at the ground when thinking of Angel, or at the edges of Alpine. If she's signing more slowly or smaller, that usually means she's more sad or nervous. Because of her name, she could be represented by demon imagery, but especially horns because. She has horns.
Other little things I guess:
Fallen tends to be kinda quiet because she didn't really need to talk on Alpine (I imagine most people up there use or at least know sign). She starts talking more often in Subcon out of necessity, but she's still kinda quiet. When she makes friends, maybe she tries to teach them sign?
I mentioned flowers representing Fallen because she likes them, but also worth noting, people probably gave Lucy flowers to say "sorry for your loss", which does add to that.
#I had to really think about songs because believe it or not I haven't made character playlists#I actually don't usually make character playlists? just. idk not something I do much#but maybe I will for them idk. if you have song recommendations for them feel free why not :))#I hope the links work but if not you can look up the songs yourself#I don't feel like checking all of them to make sure v.v#(oc) lucy#(oc) fallen#(oc) angel
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the scary jokes..... arent jokes supposed to be funny not scary (interested in knowing what this is)
OOOOOOOOOOHHHOHHOHOOOO
The lesbianism beam is charging up.
Ok so The Scary Jokes is a band (1 transgender and a dream) who describes their sound as âindie bedroom synthpopâ which means nothing because genres are fake and donât mean anything BUT the music is very good. Itâs kind of beep boopy and very gay and I really love how their voice sounds in the quite minimal production of the first 3 albums.
If you want to start with them I would recommend listening to BURN PYGMALION!!!!!! A Better Guide to Romance. Listening to albums front to back is my preferred way to listen generally but even if itâs not for you Iâd highly recommend front to back because OF THE REALLY GOOD MUSICAL PACING. I will die for this album this album is my religion this album is the one album I will never stop preaching about. Its sounds fuckifn incredible and has songwriting designed to maximize the desire to be a lesbian werewolf and claw and bite into someone. Itâs a narrative album about the relationship between Sylvia, an up and coming movie star, and Jeanine, a journalist who has been working to boost Sylviaâs career. They are both dealing with shit from past relationships and are insane in different ways (Jeanine is obsessed) and it all goes bad. The pov of the songs switches a lot and honestly itâs probably better if you just listen for the music and the feeling the first time through but you got me on my autism and itâs not slowing down. The tracks hop from slow and kind of angsty too teeth rottingly fluffy with a distinct feeling that everything is about to go wrong to a series of knife twists that leave me feral every time. Thereâs so few songs that communicate the ache, the need, the kind request to be seen and heard and the terrible hunger it hides, the tired anger, the feeling of spiraling as well as the tracks on this album.
I love the album so much and to pick favorites from it is genuinely hard. Sylviaâs just a dying is incredible, it sounds like falling through an anxiety void filled with glitter and the knife twisting lyrics being punctuated with âafter all Iâm just a friendâ HERRREGGHGFGGGV IM CRAZY IM CRAZY. Pygmalion makes me want to tear into someone more than I already do and Starstruck is the ultimate kicking my feet and giggling Iâm going to explode song. Admire the Architecture is short but it sounds so good and the lyrics are very focused on the narrative and it really draws you into the characters for the consecutive series of gut punches that is the back half of the album. No Leverage/No Pleasure oh my god oh my GOD, if you listen to nothing else listen to this PLEASE. THIS SONG IS THE HUNGER, IT IS SUCH INTENSE LOVE AND DESIRE THAT YOU ARE SO CONSUMED YOU CAN DO NOTHING BUT CONSUME. Crushed Out on Soda Beach makes me cry. Itâs an apology, itâs defeat, itâs beautiful and itâs only a start but it is a start and whatever brought us here is gone. And then the floating away with Bets against the void. HHHHRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS GOOD. THE LESBAINS!!!!!!
Thereâs also 3 OTHER ALBUMS which are also VERY GOOD. April Fools is their most popular project (you may have heard the track Icicles from it) it is not narrative and not about a specific relationship but itâs a lot of SAPPHIC AND TRANSGENDER HARD TIMES. If you listen to it I would highly recommend the 2021 version simply because of the fuller sound and slight refinements. It is full of bangers with Blood from the Concrete, Catabolic Seed, and Night at the movies being my personal favorite. Iâd highly recommend this album to anyone who likes Burn Pygmalion!!!!!! A Better Guide to Romance or people who listen to both Toby Fox and Mitski.
Bad at math is their first project and much more low key and personal. All of the songs are quite hit or miss, my personal favorites are Poison Ivy and Hold Yourself Tight. Retinal Bloom is their most recent project, it sounds good but the production kid of puts the lyrics in the background in a way I like less. Itâs much more soundscape focused and does that well but itâs not my personal taste.
I have MORE INFORMATION if WANTED but I need to COLLAPSE AND SLEEP NOW GOOD NIGHT MWAH
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hold yourself tight by the scary jokes is always such a good song to listen to when iâm in such a specific type of sad and i love it so much thanks liz lehman for writing literally one of my favorite songs love u bro ur so slay
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my playlists r private :(
but im sending fav songs from them anyways bc i am a nuisance :)
(garroth)
brother // madds buckley
the family jewels // marina
history hates lovers // oublaire
top of my school // katherine lynn-rose
family line // conan gray
time moves slow // badbadnotgood
two birds // regina spektor
my alcoholic friends // the dresdon dolls
la seine // vanessa paradis
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CHRIST ON A POPSICLE STICK this was hard work but i'll do it for you [pasted + formatted under readmore]
me again!!
(vylad)
god must hate me // catie turner
viva la vida // coldplay
the author // luz
like i remember you // vera blue
wires // the neighbourhood
glory and gore // lorde
dog days are over // florence + the machine
little pistol // mother mother
the hand that feeds // the crane wives
arsonist's lullaby // hozier
the night we met // lord huron
sunlight // hozier
pretty little things // the crane wives
kalmia kid // chloe moriondo
poison // stick and poke
working for the knife // mitski
a burning hill // mitski
where is my mind? // the pixies
hansel // sodikken
hold yourself tight // the scary jokes
bad apple!! // richaadeb
dread in my heart // mother mother
brother // madds buckley
the horror and the wild // the amazing devil
blame // air traffic controller
in our bedroom after the war // stars
liar // the arcadian wild
the moon will sing // the crane wives
time moves slow // badbadnotgood
like real people do // hozier
(aphmau)
sweet hibiscus tea // penelope scott
under my skin // jukebox the ghost
anxiety song // human petting zoo
do it 4 yrself (di4y) // human petting zoo
kingdom dance // tangled
never love an anchor // the crane wives
the moss // cosmo sheldrake
cryptid (mothman) // ratwyfe
i was an island // john-allison weiss
the daughter of the fish and the ram // the scary jokes
vanilla curls // teddy hyde
class of 2013 (live) // mitski
down the river // the crane wives
(dante)
two birds // regina spektor
somewhere only we know // keane
the moon will sing // the crane wives
the tree on the hill / percy jackson musical
a sadness runs through him // the hoosiers
rises the moon // liana flores
second child, restless child // the oh hellos
never love an anchor // the crane wives
overgrown garden // beetlebug
stray italian greyhound // vienna teng
in our bedroom after the war // stars
allies or enemies // the crane wives
come with me // chxrlotte
ready now // dodie
call them brothers // regina spektor, only son
brutus // the buttress
drinking song for the socially anxious // the amazing devil
ramblings of a lunatic // bears in trees
brother // kodaline
war of hearts (acoustic ver) // ruelle
(gene)
ambrosia wine // madds buckley
big bad wolf // roses & revolutions
runs in the family // amanda palmer
bad bad things // ajj
this is love // air traffic controller
teeth // 5 seconds of summer
sheep go to heaven // cake
my heart gies bum bum bum // flatsound
don't blame me // taylor swift
raise hell // brandi carlile
...ready for it? // taylor swift
smoke breaks // daddy and the long legs
somebody told me // the killers
losing face // wilbur soot
tongues and teeth // the crane wives
bird song // florence + the machine
revived // derivakat
i don't take insults lightly // madds buckley
monet issues // chase petra
pomegranate seeds // julian moon
choke // i don't know how but they found me
an unhealthy obsession // the blake robinson synthetic orchestra
villains, pt 1 // emma blackery
mama // my chemical romance
blood - end credits // my chemical romance
ignorance // paramore
all i wanted // paramore
the killing kind // marianas trench
rebels // call me karizma
she's my collar // gorillaz, kali uchis
hayloft ii // mother mother
saint bernard // lincoln
i miss having sex but at least i don't wanna die // waterparks
setting yourself up for sarcasm // get scared
killer // the hoosiers
oblivion // halfy & winks
animal i have become // three days grace
horrible kids // set it off
(travis)
the daughter of the fish and the ram // the scary jokes
imposter syndome (live ver) // sidney gish
burn him down! // kitsch club
friends with you // the scary jokes
catabolic seed // the scary jokes
pink smoke // the scary jokes
agatka (agatha! you're being melodramatic!) // weatherday
anxiety song // human petting zoo
onion boy // isaac dunbar
dr. sunshine is dead // will wood and the tapeworms
should've been me // mitski
pleaser // wallows
you are going to hate this // the frights
hate yourself // tv girl
tell me it's okay - demo // paramore
peach scone // hobo johnson
oh klahoma // jack stauber
achilles come down // gang of youths
nights like these // pigeon pit
i can't make you love me // dave thomas junior
vanilla curls // teddy hyde
self care // penelope scott
ship in a bottle // fin
RLLY LONG ONE BTW
(laurance)
ribs // the crane wives
red moon // will wood and the tapeworms
like real people do // hozier
community gardens // the scary jokes, louie zong
fences // destroy boys
too close // sir chloe
be nice to me // the front bottoms
michelle // sir chloe
mr. loverman // ricky montgomery
505 // arctic monkeys
hopelessly devoted to you // olivia newton-john
still into you // paramore
all i wanted // paramore
hey lover! // wabie
hot rod // dayglow
the bidding // tally hall
baby hotline // jack stauber's micropop
oh klahoma // jack stauber
be calm // fun.
dear fellow traveller // sea wolf
lay all your love on me // abba
eighth wonder // lemon demon
your new boyfriend // wilbur soot
the hand that feeds // the crane wives
your best american girl // mitski
indigo night // tamino
the garden // the crane wives
metaphor // the crane wives
the night we met // lord huron
kiss with a fist // florence + the machine
problems // mother mother
a burning hill // mitski
absentee // jack campbell
i want you // mitski
better than me // the brobecks
cigarette daydreams // cage the elephant
tongue tied // grouplove
since i saw vienna // wilbur soot
never love an anchor // the crane wives
creep // radiohead
a sadness runs through him // hoosiers
oleander // mother mother
the moon will sing // the crane wives
icicles // the scary jokes
dark red // steve lacy
ship in a bottle // fin
under my skin // jukebox the ghost
alrighty aphrodite // peach pit
every other freckle // alt-j
curses // the crane wives
everyone // mitski
down the river // the crane wives
october // the crane wives
time moves slow // badbadnotgood
being so normal // peach pit
grenade // bruno mars
the bug collector // haley heynderickx
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itâs gonna be alright
itâs gonna be alright
youâre not as doomed as you think you are
#vang0chainz#vang0 bang0#burger chainz#pcpr#polygon cyberpunk red#song is hold yourself tight by the scary jokes#itâs a really good song#and also i cry to it on the regular#theyâre gay your honor
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A/Nâ soooo i know and they were roommates is unfinished but ive got crippling adhd so im gonna post one of my good ole nameless smutty oneshots. pls keep in my mind, the entire time i was righting this, i imagined cha eunwooâŚ.
Warningsâ Smut. like the most ive ever written for public consumption, jealousy, name calling, reader is sus asf, itty bit of angst, not beta-ed, this is a couple months old, minors DNI
Word Countâ 2.5k
Song recommendationâ OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic; Burn it by Agust D; Jealou$y by The Neighbourhood; Okay by Chase Atlantic;
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The rain beat down on the hood and windshield of the bass-laden car. You could barely hear your thought over the revving of the â frankly annoying â sports car youâd angrily nestled yourself into five minutes prior.
His hand gripped the wheel like it was his lifeline and his jaw was clenched into a tight square. In a different situation, your hands would be roaming with how, for lack of better words, hot he looked. But tonight wouldnât be one of those nights.
Not when heâd caused such a big scene at a party heâd dragged you to. Youâd been perfectly content, wrapped in your Hogwarts fuzzy blanket on the couch, watching reruns of The Office.
Itâd been him showing up to your house clad in cracked leather and tight fitting jeans that had you jumping into the first clubbing dress you could find in your mess of a closet and plopping happily into the passenger seat of his car.
Neither of you, however, foresaw the amount of alcohol youâd drink or the way you sought comfort from the first pair of arms thatâd wrapped themselves around you. In hindsight, you really did fuck up, but his reaction wasnât nearly as necessary as he thought it to be. Heâd angrily bulldozed his way through the crowd to get to you, snatching your arm into an aggressive hold and seething equally as raged into your ear.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â It was harsh and bitter coming from a mouth that only ever whispers sweet nothings to you in such close proximity. Probably coaxing you off the edge while you were wrapped so delicately in his sheets.
âHaving fun. Could you loosen your fucking grip, dude?â His eyes widened and rage was more present than ever.
âFun? You call this⌠this slutty behavior, fun? Get a fucking grip. Weâre leaving.â And then he was dragging you out of the superficially large home and gently shoving you in the direction of the car.
All of this, leading to the present moment, both of you silently heated on your respective ends of the car. The silence on his end was what was making you upset the most and it didnât take long for you to make a passive aggressive statement as a silent ploy to get him to say something.
âWhat a fucking joke.â It was all you could muster when you could quite literally feel the heat emanating off of him. It was uniquely you, though. Youâd credit that to the wits of your mother.
He intakes a sharp breath and tightens his hands even tighter around the wheel. With the open silence youâd figured heâd ignore the quip and had another half-assed quip on the tip of your tongue when the car suddenly swerved off the road to the right and jerked to a hard stop.
He turned to you and his anger was more visible now. His face was a dark shade of red and his lips were pulled up into a snarl over his straight, gleaming teeth. All of it brought to a sinister package tied off with a scary bow by his dark eyebrows, furrowed under the fringe of his hair thatâd slowly started to grow in wavy strands and now covered the majority of his eyesâ which were squinted mockingly.
ââA fucking jokeâ? That's all you have to say about the shit you pulled tonight? You want a fucking reaction? You got one.â And in an instant, his long, slender fingers are wrapped around the base of your neck all the way around to the nape. He jerked you forward until you were nose to nose and you could feel the harsh breath blow against the top of your lip. He smelled of liquor and his normal warm, earthy, wood smell thatâd you grown to love so much.
You werenât the only one intune with your lover. He could feel the subtle hitch in your breath and the way your pulse thrummed aggressively under his fingers. He watches as your eyes flutter close before blinking open and meeting his gaze head on. Your eyes were soft and you slowly went slack in his hold. Heâs gotten you right where he wants you and his lips curl up into a cheshire grin at the thought.
His lips skimmed over yours as he spoke his next words.
âYou belong to me. You want to go flaunting what you have between your legs like some bitch in heat, but youâre mine,â He watched as your eyes closed again and you let out the softest whimper heâd ever heard from you.
âDo you understand me?â He squeezes again and watches the way your eyelids flutter when your eyes roll back. When he doesnât receive a response, he playfully nips at your bottom lip, licking his tongue across the bite apologetically when you moan.
âI said, do you understand me?â You hum in agreement and jerk forward a bit in his grasp, chasing after his lips.
Unfortunately for you, that wasnât the response he was looking for, and just when you were sinking into the feeling of completely drowning in him, he pulled away completely, and you feel the rumbling of the car purring to life, once again.
âI guess you forgot how to use your words.â His condescending draw sends shockwaves through your body, bringing you back to the present moment while simultaneously making you aware of the way you kept throwing yourself at him like you werenât just purposefully trying to piss him off fifteen minutes prior. But the steady heartbeat between your legs and the aching need to hand yourself over to him and let him do as he pleases with you was too much for even someone as prideful as you to bare.
So before he shifts the gear stick, you grasp his wrist in a solid grip and you mumble exactly what he wanted to hear. âI understandâŚâ He smirks, turns the key in the ignition before snatching it out and sending you a sideways glance.
He reached his hand on the side of his seat and watched as your face morphed from confusion to pure desire as he reclined his seat and lowered it.
âI didnât hear you, pretty girl. Wanna repeat that for me?â He moved his hand from under yours and used the leverage of your lowered guard to manhandle you across the center console and into his lap.
You stable yourself with your hands on his chest, but your focus was completely on the way his mouth twisted and curved with every word he spoke.
âI understand.â He prides himself in the fucked out look on your face and he hadnât so much as glanced at the pussy heâs so rightfully claimed as his.
âGood girl. Always so good for me, yeah? With the exception of tonight of course,â He laces his fingers in between yours and lands them gently in his lap as he regards you with a fake look of thoughtfulness. He pulls a faux look of sudden genius before he plasters on the fakest sweet smile he had in him. âI think you owe me an apology, beautiful.â
You nod dumbly at him, waiting for him to give his first command of the night. In the state you were in, youâd be willing to jump if he asked the only question youâd pose is âhow highâ.
âHow aboutâŚâ He dramatically taps his finger on his chin thoughtfully before pinning you with a dangerous look. â⌠you take those pretty little panties off and show me whatâs mine?â You were quick to follow his command, reaching under your dress and fumble with your underwear until you awkwardly got them down your leg and threw them into the passenger seat, where you were sure you were going to lose them.
He hummed in approval before cooly delivering his next command. âNow lay back on my chest. I want you to watch while I show you why no other man could please you the way I do.â And it was like second nature the way you settled into his lap, back lying comfortably against his chest. You both watched with bated breaths as you spread your legs and he couldnât help but groan at the sound of the strands of slick formed and snapped the wider your legs got.
âNow do me a favor, baby. Donât take your eyes off my hands, okay? Can you do that for me?â You hum out an agreement and are quickly met with a sharp slap to your pussy. âUse your words, sweetheart.â He mutters, sinisterly, into your ear. His tongue peaked out and swiped over your earlobe before he continued to pepper kisses all over the back of your neck and the parts of your shoulder the dress exposed. One of his hands stroked the inside of your thigh, just out of reach from where you wanted him, while the other languidly rubbed circles into the skin of your stomach right under your hiked up dress.
You gasp at the sharp pain of the slapâ it immediately turned into a moan as he rewarded you with an apologetic rub to your neglected clit.
âI can do it.â You mumble out, lips trembling a little. He was quick to catch that and the way your eyes watered as well.
âLook at you, baby. Already crying and I havenât even touched you yet.â He chuckled darkly and you had half a mind to wonder if this was affecting him as much as it was you, if it were for the twitch of his cock and the jerking of his hips right under your ass.
He circled his thumb on your clit in slow circles, staring intently at your face. He cursed under his breath at the way your head dropped back on his shoulder and let out a moan he could feel resonating through his whole body.
âLook at that, baby. Look at the mess you're making.â You lift your head to see the mess youâd created on the crotch of his jeans and leather seat of the car. He hadnât even breeched your weeping pussy but that didnât stop you from dripping a puddle underneath you.
You groan and raise your hand over your eyes in embarrassment, much to his dismay and his quick to let you know.
âNo, No, honey. Put your hands down. Let me see that pretty little face.â Any other time youâd probably aim to wipe the stupid â but handsome â grim off of his face, but the way his hands roamed and his deep chuckle resonated through your whole body like ground rumbling thunder had you burrowing yourself further into his embrace. You dropped your hands from your face and craned your neck to get a good look at his face.
The guy was handsome on a good day and absolutely, panty droppingly sexy on a bad one. You lucked out with this one. You were easily reminded when the hand that was on your stomach slid seductively up your chest, past your neck and gripped your chin.
He softly jerked your head in the direction of the steering wheel. He tsked at you teasingly and bestowed a strategically placed kiss on the back of your neck. âPay attention, baby. Donât disobey now.â You could hear the sheer glee in his voice.
His thumb continued its ministrations, only speeding up when you jerked your hips in search of more. He wasnât going to give you much more of anything until you asked, but he couldnât really torture you the way he should. Not when you moaned and mewled so prettily the way you were. And it was all just for him.
He watched as you squirmed and arched and he knew just what you needed. He watched your face screw up in utter euphoria as you gasped, begging for more. Your voice was pitched up and you were practically whining but it was music to his ears. The way he could break you down to nothing and build you back up again, he wouldnât have it any other way.
âWhat is it that you want, honey? Tell me. I canât give it to you if you donât tell me.â He slowed his thumb down and listened in utter amusement as you groaned in protest.
âDonât⌠donât stop. Keep going.â Your words were slurring together and your tongue was heavy in your mouth. Your chest was heaving and there wasnât a single thought in your brain.
âTell me what you need.â His words were clipped like he was angry but you could feel the weight of his fingers continuing to grip your chin and the grip grew tighter the longer the silence stretched.
You groaned in frustration as his thumb slowed completely to a stop. âI want you. Your fingers. Your cock I want it all. Please.â You begged and wiggled your ass over his dick as a last ditch attempt to convince him.
It didnât do much but amuse him and harden his cock until it was straining against his jeans. He was composed otherwise and if it werenât for your fucked out state, youâd be working harder to change that. But you were desperate. Sweat had started to accumulate on your forehead and your legs were beginning to cramp. It was insane the way he could turn you into a shell of yourself in mere minutes.
âThen be still, pretty.â And as if he controlled your every move, you stopped. And his grin was shit eating.
âGood girl.â And just like theyâd never left, his fingers were exactly where you needed them. He circled your entrance teasingly before plunging knuckle deep.
His fingers were languid and lazy in their stroke and thumb brushed leisurely against your clit. You gasped for air and easily accommodated the intrusion.
He listened blissfully as you whimpered and groaned quietly. It would be too much like him to continue like this until you clumsily stumbled over the edge. Tonight, however, you would have to work for it.
You preened and arched your back when he quickened his pace. âFeel good, honey?â He muttered sardonically into your ear. But you answered anyway, moaning out a loud yes.
He kept his pace, allowing the palm of his hand to slam against your clit and it wasnât long before the telltale signs of your approaching release became more and more apparent.
You gripped his wrist and whispered continuously for him to âKeep goingâ and âDonât stopâ. You sounded so pretty and he felt a little bad when he did what he did next.
âYou close, baby?â He asked, faux interest dripping from his words like venom. You hummed and responded, too lost in the feeling he induced.
Then, it was all gone. His hand, the feeling of his breath on the nape of your neck, the trance inducing words. All of it. Heâd completely withdrawn from you all together.
âGuess youâll have to wait.â He said, false concern lapping away at his words. âDonât want to ruin your fun.â He deposited you gently back into your seat and ignored the tears welling up in your eyes.
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#smut#oneshot#insert oneshot#boyfriends of kpop#angst#cha eunwoo#bts#taehyung#jimin#yoongi#jungkook#namjoon#jhope#hobi#hoseok#jin#seokjin#kim seokjin#got7#jaebeom#yugyeom#jackson wang#jinyoung#youngjae#mark tuan#BamBam#TXT#soobin#yeonjun#seventeen
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When Y/N is getting tired of staying at home with the baby while Harry tours.
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contains: sexual content, language, a dash of angst
It was still early but Harry didnât mind. When he was on tour he craved sleep like no other. To be in his bed, spooned around his love, and no alarm set.
However, the deep desire for sleep is just a faraway thought now because heâd rather be sleep deprived and wake up to his curly-haired baby any given day.
He looks to you. Mouth slightly open, face stress-free, and peaceful. Harry hated coming home from tour to see the bags of exhaustion under your eyes from taking care of the baby all by yourself.
He constantly had to swallow back guilt. He tried to do everything to make it up when he was home.
Harry didnât find touring as exciting and fun as he use to. He sometimes counts down the tour dates until heâs home.
Sometime he canât wait for the concert to wrap up so he can sneak in a quick FaceTime before you lot head off to bed.
Sasha was two, her birthday near days away, and Y/N had been running around like a mad-woman trying to make sure her party would be perfect.
Y\N sometimes held herself to the exceptions of other celebrities wives. Ballon arches, custom cookies, and beautiful decorations.
However, unlike other celebrities, you did this all yourself. No event planner, nobody except Anne and Gemma.
Harry wants you to sleep as much as possible and allow you the luxury he gets on tour. Sleeping in until noon sometimes in the empty, cold hotel room with nothing else to do.
He can hear Sasha babbling incessantly from her little bed. The little yellow railings preventing her from falling out or escaping.
Harry heaves himself off the bed, tugging on some sweatpants that had been thrown off hurriedly when youâd told him youâd been wet for him since he walked in the door last night.
âHi, hi little love,â Harry murmurs as he opens the door to her bedroom. The yellow flowers hand-painted from the wall setting the theme for the room.
Sasha was a good baby and an ever better toddler. However, almost as a little teenager, she sure did have her mood swings. They werenât quite out of the terrible twos stage yet.
She wanted her mom as she stood there.
âNo, mummy,â Sasha whines, tugging on Harryâs cross necklace with force after he scooped her up.
âHey, we donât do that. Remember we treat people with kindness.â
After a promise of chocolate chips in her pancakes, she agrees to help Harry cook you breakfast.Â
It was messy and his bare chest was covered in flour. Not quite sure how the little girl had gotten it into her curls but they were managing.
Harry loved watching Sasha play with the cooking utensil. Smacking whisk around, looking quizzically at a spatula.Â
It made Harry want to buy her a little play kitchen. He was surprised they didnât already have one. He thinks they might have on in their New York City apartment that they havenât traveled to recently.
He makes a point while Sasha is chewing at the pancakes to search to find one. He finds a same-day pickup at a local toy store and orders it.
Thatâs one thing he loved about making so much money. He could spoil you and the baby, his family with everything and anything they want or need.
Y/N always struggled with accepting gifts from Harry but as they years went on and they got married and combined bank accounts. (well she brought a hefty three thousand to the marriage, he graciously gave her full-access to his money).Â
A few weeks after your wedding, when you went to an ATM to get twenty pounds out for a cash-only restaurant and when the receipt said you two had six-hundred thousand and some change in just one of your CHECKING account - well you nearly almost fainted.
You had been worried about the three pound service fee before seeing that.
Harry could sometimes get ahead of himself. Heâs had disposable money since he was sixteen. Y/N would sometimes hum, asking if he really needs a fifteen-thousand dollar wool Gucci coat.
Y/N would make it a point that she doesnât want Sasha to grow to be materialistic and spoiled. So Harry was scolded every once in a while when he gave into Sashaâs puppy dog eyes.
Maybe not the best decision but he planned to set it up when you were out for lunch this afternoon with a friend. Hopefully, you wouldnât notice? If he strategically put it in the playroom.
âMmm, whatâs all this?â You murmur, tying your silk robe at the front. Just enough cleavage showing that Harry feels a twitch in his joggers. Sue him, basically everything his wife did turned him on.
âPancakes, mummy!â Sasha giggles, syrup coating her cheeks and fingers. âKissy?â Her dad had taught her that.
âYes baby,â you agree, leaning in to press a kiss to her soft curls, avoiding her sticky mess.Â
âKissy?âÂ
You look up to your pouting husband with identical absurdly wild curls from bed.Â
âSpoiled, you lot,â you tell him before padding over to him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Forever the horny teenager, his large hands finds your bum and pull you closer - deepening the kiss.
âMiss you sâmuch on tour, all I think about,â he whispers into your mouth. âYour tits, your cun-â
âHarry!â You laugh, smacking at his chest, âCanât talk like that in front of the baby!â
âShe didnât hear,â he grumbles, giving your arse one last squeeze, âTonight.â
âTonight,â you agree back, ignoring the pinch of arousal.Â
â-
Sasha was putting up a fight when she realized that you were leaving without her. Grabbing at your leg as you tugged on a Gucci sneaker.
âIâll be back soon, Sash,â you assure her but to no avail.
Her cheeks ruddy red and splotched. Tears staining them as she wails dramatically at the top of her little lungs.Â
âI donât know if I should go,â You sigh as Harry wrestles her tiny body off of you so you donât trip.
âNo baby, you need a break. She canât hold you hostage,â Harry laughs as Sasha wriggles a little in his arms.
âCall me if you need me to come home.â
âIâll be fine, now go, have a mimosa for me,â Harry smiles down at his daughter who is staring at you like youâve just killed her beloved pet.
You canât help but giggle at the glare, âso scary, missy. Iâll see you soon, I love you.â
Sasha buries her nose into Harryâs neck. Her sobs more sad than angry at this point. Which makes your heartbreak a little.
â-
Sasha was getting impatient with her father. As he attempted to figure out how to screw on the oven door to the overcomplicated design.
She occasionally ran off with a piece he needed so it took much longer than heâd thought. But this thing was sophisticated, you pour water into a little tub and it runs through the faucet like a real sink.
Sasha gave her father a wide smile when he had finally told her it was all done. He helped fill the little shopping cart with plastic fruit and veggies.
She was babbling to herself happily, occasionally making sure her dad was still in the room with her.
Harry had grabbed his journal off the kitchen table and was scribbling down mismatched lyrics about how much love he was filled with.
His last two albums were nearly just songs about you. The next one was definitely going to include tracks about his baby.
When he hears the alarm sound and get shut off, he knows your home and he feels a little twinge of anxiety in his stomach.
Distraction? That should work right?
âHi baby,â Harry greets, planting a kiss on your lips before squatting to untie your sneakers for you.
âWell hello there!â You look around surprised to not see your daughter toddling to you as well. âIs bug sleeping?â
Harry shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck, âUm, no. Just playing in the playroom right now.â
âWas she good?â You asks, noticing heâs changed clothes. He loved to laze around in joggers if he could. âDid you go out?â
âJust for coffee,â he covers, technically - he did grab a coffee for himself at a drive-thru. âHow was lunch?â
âGood, mimosas were shit so I only had one. Missed you guys too much. So glad your home,â you sigh into his chest, basking in his tight arms around you.
âOnly 73 more concerts to go,â Harry replies.
He can feel your shoulders tense at his lame attempt of a joke. It wasnât funny to you, not in the slightest.Â
âJust 73, huh?â You shoot back, untangling yourself from his grip. âJust another eight months away from your wife and baby.â
âLove...â Harry begins, swallowing hard. He was just as emotional as you when it came to it.Â
You shake your head, swiping at the stray tear, âJust forget it,â you huff before trekking off to see your daughter.
Harry is cautiously trailing behind you with a bowling ball of nerves in his belly.Â
When you walk into the playroom and see the new kitchen set - you stand nearly frozen in the doorway.
âMummy! Mumma look at what daddy got me!â She chirps, standing to come to you. You easily lift her up and accept the plastic apple she hands to you proudly.Â
You feel a tightness in your throat, âitâs so nice, baby.â
âNice,â she repeats, âcome play, mumma.â
âI just got home, give me a few minutes and Iâll be back in,â you promise with a kiss before placing her back down.
She seems satisfied with your answer and scurries back to where she had placed her babydoll on the countertop - feeding it.
âCan we please talk in the kitchen?â You asks, trying your best to keep your voice level in front of your daughter.
Harry dejectedly nods and follows you into the kitchen, dragging his boot-clad feet a little.Â
âLook, I know your mad, lovie. But I just got the idea and didnât think too much about it. Know yâdonât want to spoil her but-â
âDo you not listen?â You ask harshly.
He looks at you dumbfounded. Unsure of the question. It sounded like it was a trick question.
âYouâre unbelievable!â You whisper-shout so Sasha doesnât hear.
Harry feels himself getting defensive, âYouâre thaâ mad about a bloody toy? Iâm her father allowed to buy her things too!â
âNo, Harry. Itâs not about that. It seems like your so busy with your job that you just tune me out on our calls.â
Harryâs brow furrows. That wasnât true in the slightest. It was the highlight of his day to hear your voice and how it went at home.
âThatâs bullshit and you know it!â Harry snaps, his voice a little louder.Â
âGo into the storage room off the side of the garage.â
He gives you a confused look but obliges, after trailing through your maze of a house. He reaches the large extra room.
When he opens the door, his heart sinks. He immediately knows why youâre so upset with him.
A beautiful, hand-painted kitchen set is sat with a large pink bow in the room. The hutch saying in cursive, âSashaâs Kitchen.â
It was her favorite colors - blue and yellow- with painted images of all her favorite characters like Peppa Pig and Blue from Blueâs Clues.
He remembers how excited you were on the phone that night - when you revealed her third birthday present and how perfect the artist had made it.
Harry had been listening -truthfully- but he was also nearly asleep after two encores of Kiwi onstage and a meet and greet backstage.
He felt like shit now. Disappointed in himself for ruining this surprise he knows you were looking forward to giving her in a mere few days.
But the excitement of another kitchen set surely would be lackluster now.Â
âBaby, mâso sorry,â Harry says quietly, with guilt bubbling in his throat. âI was listening. I just...I forgot.â
âNothing we can do about it now it,â you bite out. Disappointed at the ruin surprised making you prickle with anger towards your forgetful husband.
Harry begins to apologize once again but you donât let him, âI need to put her down for a nap.â
âÂ
You drift off as well in your bed- taking advantage of Sasha being asleep in the next room over.
Harry doesnât quite know how to fix this situation. Heâs much too embarrassed to call his mum or sister who would just give him another earful.
He felt like being on tour has been mucking everything up. He loved his job, most days. But days like today - he wishes to never see a recording studio or microphone again.
Harryâs pondering all this when he hears a cry from the babyâs room.Â
Sasha is stood, bleary-eyes with a sad frown as her father enters.Â
âSweet pea, whatâs the sad face for?â He hums as he tucks her into the curve of his slim hip. Bringing her down onto the main level so you arenât awoken.
âDaddy, kitchen?â She sniffles, pointing towards her playroom.
He shakes his head. Deciding the least he can do is bathe her so you wouldnât need to later. She still had remnants of fruit pouch in her cheeks.
âNo, darling. Sâbath time. Then you can play,â he boots her nose. Snatching some clean baby clothes from where theyâre folded and waited to be put away on the coffee table.
âNo no no,â she whimpers angrily, shaking her head and smacking her arm against her fatherâs tattooed chest.
âSasha Anne, no hitting, absolutely not,â Harry uses his firm fatherâs voice that he didnât have to pull out very often.
âNo bath, daddy, no!â She wails with all the dramatics of an A-List actor.Â
âHey, mummaâs sleeping. We cannot yell,â her father hushes her as he trails into the bathroom.
âMean daddy!â She exclaims as he wrestles her into the tub. Splashing the water and wriggling away everytime he tries to cup water over her head to rid her of the shampoo.
âI know, I know, so mean,â he acknowledges sympathetically. A headache arising in the front of his skull from his babyâs high pitch noises and shouts.
After another fight into clothes, sheâs still not happy when sheâs sat in front of her kitchen. She throws the plastic toys around and whining anytime Harry moves an inch.
Heâs feeling a little overwhelmed if heâs honest. With his worry about your precious argument and the unusual tactics of your toddler - he was stressed out.Â
âBinky,â Sasha looks expectantly at her father.
Oh, good idea. She loves that.
Harry canât find any lying around like usual so he digs through the drawers around the living room until he finds one.
After cleaning it off, he hands it to her and she pops it in her mouth happily. Her attention now direction back towards her new toy.
He let out a sigh of relief. He wasnât quite sure how you did this alone so much of the time.
â
 When you finally wake from a fitful nap, you hear noise from the playroom. Youâre still extremely frustrated with your husband but itâs less intense. Until...
Until you walk in and Sasha turns around, smiling around a binky you surely thought youâd thrown away.
Sasha was getting too old for a pacifier - even though she was just using it when she was really upset or at night.
Youâd been binky-free for three weeks. And all the crying and tears from your daughter where now meaningless.
âWhere did she get that pacifier?â You grit out.
You had told him multiple times you were weaning her off of it.
âShe was fussy. I gave it to her, thaâ alright?â He asks cluelessly.
âHarry! Iâve told you so so many times that Iâd been weaning her off of it. She just stopped crying about it a week ago!â
âI told you about this - just like the kitchen. God, you get so goddamn wrapped up in your career that you forget important things like this!â
âBaby...â Harry whimpers, hands up in surrender. âI keep, I keep messing up. Iâm - I donât know where my mind is.â
âIâll tell you were your mind is, Harry. In the countries your traveling to, the concerts your performing at. You promised me...you fucking promised when we started trying for a baby this stuff wouldnât happen!!â
Harryâs face crumples, âyo-youâre my everything, lovie. You and bug. None of this means anything without you. Iâll quit music, never write another lyric or sing another note if thatâs what you want from me.â
He meant that fully heartedly too.
When he wrote If I Could Fly and write the lyrics, âIâll give up everything, just ask me to.â
The fans, the producers, you - donât truly know how much he was being truthful in the lyrics.
âI would never ask you to do that. I want you to do what you love but I want you to follow through for your family!â
At your raised tons, Sasha begins to whine, looking with wide, concerned eyes.
âMummy?â
With that, you scoop her up. âMâgoing to your mums. Iâll be back later.â
Harry watches anxiously as you pack Sashaâs bag. He feels useless as he hands your her fruit pouches and crackers from the pantry.
As you snatch the car keys from the entry tables, Harry asks in a near whisper, âWhatâs going on? Iâm so lost.â
âIâm lost too. I jus-just canât keep doing this. Itâs too hard for you to be away from us like this. I feel like a single mom sometimes.â
With that, youâre out the door and on your way to your mother-in-laws.Â
For the first time ever, Harry had a fleeting thought that youâre going to divorce him. He knows itâs not just about the toy and the pacifier.
He hasnât been home enough. As much as he tries, the FaceTimes donât make the distance and time apart any easier.Â
You have all the responsibility of this little human and your heart twinges on days youâre missing you husband and you constantly at met with his little replica.
Harry feels like heâs going to have a panic attack. Heâs only had a handful in his lifetime but this one was intense.
He grabs his phone and dials the number to his best friend. He really needed a shoulder to cry on right now.
âHey mate! Whatâs good, big boy?â The Irish man belts into the phone only to be met with sniffles and tears.
âNiall, I donât know what to do.â
â
Anne was expecting you. She had set up tea with little cake in the back garden. Sasha was excited to chase the cats around the greenery. Her cute jumpsuit sodden with dirt and grass stains in no time.
âIâm sick of being at home alone all the time with Sasha. I miss Harry too much, she misses him too much,â you croak, attempting to keep your tears at bay.
âI want Harry to continue his career and live his dream. Most people never get the chance heâs gotten. I-I just need him.â
âOh honey,â she rubs my hand soothingly, âI can only imagine. I know I missed him fiercely to the point it was unbearable when he was sixteen. I still miss him too.â
âI...Iâm going to sound like such a bad mother,â you take a deep breathe, âwould I be a bad mum if Sash and I joined Harry on tour?â
âDo you think thatâd make you a bad mum?â Anne asks softly, a small smile on her face.
âNo, I donât think. Iâd be happier because Iâd be with Harry and we could actually be a married couple 24/7. She would get to see her dad everyday.â
âI think youâve found you answer,â Anne chuckles, pouring more hot water into your cups.
âIt will be so stressful.â
âMore stressful than it is now?â Anne replies.
âNothing can be more stressful than right now.â
- -
The talk witdh Niall helped only a little bit but enough to not feel like heâs going to vomit every other minute.
He was worried you were going to come in here and ask him for a divorce because he couldnât follow through on his promises as a husband and a father.
Harry was ready to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening. Heâs not above groveling and begging for you to stay.
It is dark when you pull in, toting in a sleeping child in your arms that you pass off to Harry whoâs waiting at the front door.
He tucks his baby into her bed, tugging the blankets over her, and staring down at her sweet, cherub face for a little longer than usual before heading into your master.
Youâre sat on the corner of the bed, biting your lip, and playing with you flashy large diamond ring as a force of habit.
âBaby...â Harry rasps, not touching you but kneeling down in front of you.Â
âI canât do what weâre doing anymore,â you begin, completely unaware that Harry thinks youâre about to ask for a divorce.
âI donât think youâre going to agree with what I have to say, but I think itâs the best,â you swallow harshly, hoping he doesnât shoot down the proposition.
âPlease, Iâll do anything, lovie. Donât leave me, donât divorce me. Iâll do anythingâ you want, sweetheart. Please, I need you. Iâm so inlove with you.â
Harry is full on sobbing by this point, hanging his head against your knees as he attempts to catch his breath but finding it hard.
âHarry!â You murmur in confusion âbaby, look at me, please?â
It takes him a moment to meet your eyes, your face is soft but wrinkled in concern.Â
âWhat are you talking about? Divorce?â You choke out the words. Never in a million years would you willingly agree to part from your husband.
âI know Iâve been fuckinâ up. I canât bloody figure out how to balance shit. Iâve not followed through and neglected you nâ the baby. Iâm a bad husband and a bad dad.â
âHey,â you said with force, bringing your hand under his chin so he has to keep eye contact. âDo not ever say something like that again. You are the best husband and father. You provide for us. You love us more than Iâve thought possible. Youâre perfect for Sasha and I.â
âYou said you couldnât do this anymore,â Harry chokes out, letting his ringed hands rest on the tops of your thighs. His diamond wedding rand flashing in the light.
âOh, H. Iâm sorry - I didnât mean with you.â You chuckle lightly, âhow could you ever possibly think Iâd leave you, pet?â
He shakes his head, âitâs because yâtoo good for me. Donât deserve you.â
âHush,â you hums, running a hand through his curls. âI know how to fix this.â
âHow? Iâll do anything fâyou,â Harry would agree to jump off The Empire State Building for you without a second thought.
âThe baba and I are going to join you on tour. I know we agreed itâs be too much but I canât imagine it can be any harder than this.â
Harryâs face lights up like a Christmas tree.
âThatâs if youâll have us,â you whisper coyly, excited by his reaction.
âYeah, baby. It means I get to fuck you every night,â Harry growls pushing you back and up into the bed before crawling on top of you.
âA teenage boy, I swear,â you giggle, flushed just thinking about how much more time youâll have together.Â
âSâit so bad I want tâfuck my wife? That Iâm so bloody gone for you that Iâd do anything fâyou?â He presses against your lips before demanding entrance.
âYou can have me in your bed every night,â you agree, letting his tongue twist with yours with fever and urgency.Â
âMmm, only groupie Iâll ever need.â
âShut up,â you laugh, allowing him to slip your shirt over your head and attach his lips to your collarbone.
âCanât wait to fuck you in every country - like we did when you toured with me before the bab.â
When he tosses your bra across the room, you gasp at his mouth finding your nipple instantly. Nipping and suckling at the sensitive nerves with intent.
His hand doesnât waste anytime, skillfully unbuttoning your jeans and zip with one hand before cramming his large palm inside to cup you in his hand.
âOnly pussy I want, fuckinâ made for me,â he groans at the warm wetness he feel through the thin underwear. The tips of his fingers stroke over your clit with confident movements.
âStop teasing!â You whine, wriggling out of your jeans and panties in one go. Harry is still completely dressed above you - which shouldnât be sexy but it is.
âDonât know how I thought youâd ever leave me. Yâfucking obsessed with my cock,â he laughs - sure of himself now.
âIf you donât touch me, I swear-â
âIâve got you lovie, best wife ever, yâknow? Just wanna please you,â he promises the damp skin on your neck, landing nips and bites that will surely leave a mark.Â
âThen please me,â you demand, your tone a higher pitch than usual for your arousal.
Youâre rolling your hips upwards to meet his jean-clad center. The friction feels delicious against your sensitive nerves.
Harry takes hold of your hip with one hand to halt your grinding, his other hand finding your heat and without hesitation - slides two thick fingers into you.
âH, yeah,â y/n moans, rolling her hips down to meet his hand. Her arousal coating his knuckles and he canât describe how sexy that is.
He curls his fingers towards the top of you tight wall, finding the little spongey spot that has you bucking your hips and whimpering.
âOh, did I find the spot, love?â Harry teases like he doesnât know. Heâs been an expert in pleasuring you for the past eight years.Â
âYes baby, mâgonna come,â you nearly slur with pleasure. The cold metal of his rings brushing against your heated folds in relief.
âOnly gonna let you come - if you promise me youâll come again fâme.â
âI will, H. I wil-â
âSsh, sâokay. Give it to me, my love,â Harry croons sweetly, leaning to suck a nipple as he speeds up his minstrations.Â
Your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, your hips meeting his curled fingers on every thrust as he pushes you over the edge, âfu-fuck,â you moan, trying your best to keep your voice down.
âThaâs it. Mâwife looks so fuckinâ gorgeous when sheâs coming on my fingers. Need you on my cock,â Harry grunts, removing his fingers and working to get his clothes off as fast as possible.
Heâs positioning himself at your entrance with intent, wasting no time pushing in. No matter how many times you took him - it was always a stretch but it was immensely pleasurable.
âLove you, love our family. Canât wait fâyou two to join me on tour,â Harry pants, attempting to keep his thrust slow and meaningful but he was so turned on he was already becoming sloppy.
âSâgoing to be so nice. Spend everyday with my husband,â you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your feet on his bum. You can feel the muscle flexing from his thrusts.
âYeah, never get tired of hearinâ that word.â
âHusband?â You giggle, âweâve been married for five years.â
âStill canât believe you agreed to,â Harry murmurs, his lips pressed against your temple as he becomes more determined. His thumb finding your clit and giving it hard, tight rubs.
Harry could have anyone he wanted. Millions of people lusted after him. It was hard to believe sometimes that he only wanted you. But in moments like this, you never questioned it.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you tell him, biting his full bottom lip.
He growls, âhush up. Let me fuck you, yeah?âÂ
With that, the only thing that leaves your mouth is whines and gasps as he hits your spot on every fluid thrust with a determined thumb on your nerves.
âCl-close,â Y/N shutters, legs quivering with sensitivity and arousal.
âBaby, baby wait fâme, mâclose,â he begs against your skin, licking and kissing wherever he can reach. He speeds up his movements and you fell him tensing up, his mouth dripping open in an o shape and his eyes squeezing shut - his telltale sign.
You allow yourself to let go at that point and ride out the waves of intense climax with him as he weakly thrust a few more times until he lays his weight on top of you.
âThe bubby is going to love South America,â Harry smiles into your mouth. His large palms massaging at your shaky, wet thighs.
âI think sheâs going to love being with her daddy more,â Y/N replies, a hand coming to cup his jaw in a slow, languid twist.Â
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Reacting to You Being Found
Per request, hereâs the sequel to them reacting to you being missing! Enjoy!
Dream:
- Is immediately holding onto you so tightly and refusing to let go. - âDream, Iâm okay, you can let go!â âNope. Never again.â - Is very protective and hardly ever leaves your side so you donât disappear again.
George:
- The first thing he does is take a nap, but clings to you very tightly. - Makes you food, makes sure you take care of yourself like he took care of himself when you were gone. - Does a lot of thanking whoever or whatever made the universe for bringing you back to him.
Sapnap:
- The first time heâs willingly crying in front of someone and itâs over you being home. - He has never felt such strong relief in his life and immediately squeezes you tightly while just full-on sobbing. -Â âY/N, where the fuck did you go?? You scared me!â - Guard dog Sapnap, anyone?
Badboyhalo:
- Also probably crying a little, but happy tears! He makes sure you know itâs happy tears too. -Â âI knew eventually they would find you! I begged them to keep looking, and... Iâm glad it worked.â - Talks about how he took care of your pets. He did take your pets with to see you, so of course youâve got some welcome back snuggles with him and the animals.
Skeppy:
- âoHH MY GOD YOUâRE BACKâ - Also hugging you extremely tight and talking about how much he missed you. - âSkeppy, I can hardly breathe, youâre hugging too tight.â âHOLD YOUR BREATH Or SOMETHING AND LET ME HUG YOU A LITTLE LONGERâ
Techno:
- Very chill but internally is so, so happy youâre back. -Â âYouâre alive. Iâm glad. I wasnât of much help in finding you, though. I was too cowardly. Sorry.â - A cup of tea and a book later, and it feels like everything between you two is just as it should be.
Tommy:
- Acts like heâs pissed, but heâs also super happy to see you alive and back home! -Â âWhere the fuck were you? Trying to sneak off or something?â - You heard about how he acted with the police and tried scolding him, but he wouldnât listen anyway.
Tubbo:
-Â âY/N! I missed you so much! Here, Phil helped me with these!â - Once he explained what the drawings of you were for, you were the one absolutely sobbing. - He did so well in remembering you. You were glad the two of you were friends.
Phil:
- Gives you the letters he wrote every day for you. A lot of the contents talked about how he never gave up his search for you and how he missed you dearly. - Once again, youâre in tears. So is he, though. - âAlso, I dusted all your little shiny things. I figured you would appreciate that.âÂ
Ranboo:
- Feels like he didnât do much as far as your search went. - âY/N, Iâm sorry for not looking hard enough for you, I wrote what I could remember about you and I spent a lot of time with Tubbo to remember what you looked like, and-â - You hugged him very hard, and said, âThank you for being a good friend.â
Awesamdude:
- Asking a tonne of questions, like, âAre you hurt? Where did you go? Was it scary? Were you stolen away?â - Basically, heâs talking circles around you the entire way home, and heâs holding your hand tightly and sort of refusing to let go. He doesnât want to lose you again!
Schlatt:
-Â âGone for how long now? Did you get involved in a gang or some shit?â - You already know how hard he worked to get the police to keep looking, but you give him the benefit of the doubt. - That night, and many nights after though, heâs staying up later than usual to make sure you donât disappear.
Niki:
- âY/N? I... I was so scared you wouldnât come back, I...â - Of course sheâs crying. She thought she had lost you. - She sits the two of you down to talk about it over tea, and you cuddle afterwards to wind down after an emotional rollercoaster of a day.
Wilbur:
- âI didnât think they would find you. Took them long enough,â He jokes, ruffling your hair, putting his jacket on your shoulders and heading home with you. - As promised, he sings the songs he wrote for you while youâre seated on the couch. - âIâm glad youâre home. I missed you so much.âÂ
#mcyt writing#dream x reader#georgenotfound x reader#sapnap x reader#badboyhalo x reader#skeppy x reader#platonic tommy x reader#platonic tubbo x reader#philza x reader#platonic ranboo x reader#awesamdude x reader#jschlatt x reader#nihachu x reader#wilbur soot x reader
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Wannabe
Summary:Â The Sixth Year Gryffindor boys discover the Spice Girls, but Harry only wants to be Ginnyâs lover.
Yes, you read that right. This fluffy, kind-of-crack HBP missing moment was born from a conversation in the Hinny Discord (and my 90s tween years).Â
Content warning: If you arenât into wank jokes, teenage boys shamelessly ogling pop icons, unfiltered Ron, and donât agree that Sporty was the least attractive Spice Girl (apologies, Mel C), then this may not be the fic for you ;)
Since historical accuracy is paramount to this story (sarcasm), the magazine referenced in the fic is the March 1997 issue of The Face. Google it if you want to see the cover and photos (you know you want to).
Thank you @thedistantdusk, beta supreme, for editing and always encouraging my ridiculousness ;)Â Happy Thursday!
Read it below the cut, or on Ao3.
Harry flopped onto his bed, tired but pleased with how well the team was flying. At this rate, theyâd have a fighting chance to win the cup against Ravenclaw, especially now that Katie was back. Itâd been their best practice yet, although heâd been repeatedly distracted by Ginny, laughing at her antics, admiring the way her eyes blazed with determination just before she scored a goal, trying not to stare at her arse as she bent low over her broomstick.
âWhatâs that?â Ron said, jolting Harry from his thoughts.
Ron looked across the dormitory at Seamus, who sat on his bed staring intently at a magazine with Dean looking over his shoulder.
âSee for yourself, mate.â Seamus smirked, holding up the magazine to reveal the cover, a Muggle photograph of five girls, all scantily clad in lingerie and extremely fit.
Harry sat up immediately for a better look. Even Neville, from his bed next to Harryâs, had his eyes glued to the cover.
Ron let out a low whistle. âWhereâd you get that?â he asked, clamoring across the room to stand next to Seamus for a better look.
âTook it from my little sister over Easter hols and brought it back for Seamus,â Dean said, grinning. âThought heâd appreciate it.â
âWhatâs your little sister doing with something like this?â
âNot what youâll be doing with it later, thatâs for sure,â Seamus said, making a rude hand gesture. Ron flipped him off as the rest of them laughed.
âTheyâre the Spice Girls,â Dean explained. âA Muggle singing group. All the girls are obsessed with them right now. Girl Power, you know?â
Harry didnât know, but he decided he would very much like to find out as he walked over for a closer look.
âFuck, theyâre fit,â Ron said, looking over Seamusâ shoulder at the cover of the magazine.
Harry had to agree. There was a perky, smiling blonde, two brunettes in the middle with dark, shiny hair and sultry gazes, a redhead with great tits next to them, and a pretty girl with wild curls and tanned skin posed seated at their feet.
âAnd this is just the cover, wait âtil you see the photos inside.â Seamus said, waggling an eyebrow.
âTheyâre everywhere right now- canât turn on the radio without hearing their songs- theyâre all over the telly too,â Dean said, as the rest of them continued to stare at the cover. âThey go by nicknames, and the girls all have favorites.â
Dean pointed to the blonde. âThis oneâs Baby, thereâs Sporty on her other side. The redhead is Ginger-â
âOriginal, that one,â Harry said dryly, and the others laughed.
Dean continued as the laughter subsided. âThe one next to her with that stuck up look is Posh, and the one sitting down is Scary- sheâs my sisterâs favorite. Iâm with her on that one.â He finished with a wink.
âReckon Scaryâs my favorite too,â Seamus said, his tone thick with bravado.
âNo way,â Ron said, indignant, âthat Posh one, sheâs the fittest. Look at her legs.â
âNah, sheâs a bit too high and mighty. She looks like sheâd always be telling you what to do,â Dean said.
âJust Ronâs type then,â Seamus quipped.
Dean and Seamus roared with laughter. Out of loyalty, Harry tried (but failed) to suppress his own laughter, his shoulders shaking with mirth.
âOh, fuck off,â Ron replied, the tips of his ears red.
âWhatâs The Chosen Oneâs choice?â Seamus asked, turning to Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes. âIâd go with Ginger.â
âOooooh, Harry picks the redhead,â Seamus said, eyebrow raised, exchanging a pointed look with Dean.
âGot a thing for gingers, do you then?â
Shit. Panic that his casual admission might reveal his most private, fiercely-guarded feelings about Ginny began to overtake him.
âDidnât pick her for her hair color, mate,â Harry retorted, trying to sound flippant, as he gestured to her tits.
Seamus laughed and slapped Harryâs shoulder. Harry breathed a small sigh of relief, hoping that he hadnât just made the fact that he fancied Ginny completely obvious. In truth, the girl did remind him a bit of Ginny- not just her hair color, but her build too, and something about the way she carried herself in the photo. He tried not to blush, though heat rushed to his cheeks. He stole a glance at Ron who, thankfully, was still gaping at the magazine and not paying attention to the exchange. Â
âWhatâs your vote, then, Nev?â Seamus asked.
Neville, standing next to Harry, his cheeks already pink, looked startled to be included. âErm, she looks nice,â he said softly, motioning towards the blonde, âbut theyâre all good looking, really,â he added, his round face now flaming scarlet.
âNobody for Sporty then?â Dean asked, laughing.
âNah, who's picking Sporty over any of those four?â Ron said bluntly. âLetâs see whatâs inside, then.â
The photo spread inside the magazine did not disappoint, Harry thought, taking in the individual, full body photos of each girl in very suggestive poses.
âDamn,â Ron said appreciatively.
âTold you it was good.â
The dormitory grew quiet for a moment as Seamus flipped through the pages.
âWait,â said Ron, pointing to a line in the article, âThis says the lyrics to their hit song are âIf you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my friends.â Really?â
âAre you actually reading the article, mate? Thatâs impressive,â Harry said wryly.
âItâs true- heard it a million times over Easter break, that bloody songâs on the radio every other minute,â Dean replied.
âWell, itâs fucking terrible advice. What girl wants you getting with her friends?â Ron said.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
âRon,â a voice called. Harry realized instantly that it was Ginny.
Fuck. Seamus shoved the magazine under the duvet as the rest of them scrambled to disperse, Neville tripping over his own feet, Ron hitting his head on the top of the bedpost as he ducked to sit on his bed.
âCome in,â Ron called.
Ginny opened the door and leaned on the side of the doorframe. She looked unfairly beautiful, Harry thought, her cheeks still rosy from practice, her long hair loose and flowing down her back, ending just above the swell of her arse, which looked fantastic in her tight joggers.
Her eyes narrowed as she took in the scene. The five of them had each ended up on their respective beds, fully dressed, shoes and all, with no books or parchment in sight. It mustâve looked strange.
She quirked an eyebrow. âYou five having a cosy little chat?â
Neville chuckled nervously. Seamus coughed. Ronâs ears turned red. Dean stared at the duvet, determined to avoid her gaze, probably for a variety of reasons, Harry thought.
Ginny shook her head slightly. âNever mind, Iâm sure I donât even want to know,â she said, grinning at Harry. His cheeks grew warm, and he gave a slight shrug back. Â
She turned to Ron, her tone more serious. âHermione asked me to get you. The Second Years were playing Exploding Snap at a table in the common room, and the explosion blew up some inkwells. Thereâs ink all over everything. She needs your help cleaning off the boys. Euan Abercrombieâs covered head to toe in it.â
âLittle idiots,â Ron said, rolling his eyes. He stood and walked past Ginny onto the spiral staircase.
âGreat practice, Harry,â Ginny said. She beamed at him, her smile brilliant, and in that moment, he wished, more than anything, that they were alone in the dormitory, instead of awkwardly surrounded by her (very recent) ex, Seamus, and Neville.
âYou too. Weâre going to flatten them,â he managed, hoping he didnât sound like his breath was caught in his throat, which it was.
She just winked back. His heart, already fluttering faster than the wings of a snitch, skipped a beat. Â âNight all,â she said, with a wave to Neville.
As she closed the door, Harry sank back onto his pillows, thinking only of Ginny, the magazine long forgotten.
#hinny#hinny fanfic#hbp missing moment#sort of crack#fluff#spice up your life#unfiltered ron weasley
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Of Ice Cream and Lights
A/N: This is a fic based within the universe of @tri3tri where the reader and Yandere!Malleus have a son, Lucien, who is starved for affection from the reader. So...I wrote a story in which the reader is transported from a different universe that has a loving relationship with both Malleus and Lucien. Thank you to Tri for letting me use her characters for this fic! Please check out her other works! Â
Tagging: @tri3tri
Yandere!Malleus x Fem!Reader ft. LucienÂ
You woke up and immediately opened your eyes to a familiar sight. The sight of you and your husbandâs bedroom. The space next to yours was empty. To be expected, of course, Malleus had so many duties as King of the Valley of Thorns after all.
You slid the covers off and lept out of bed, ready to start the day yourself.Â
Searching through the hallways, you attempted to locate the wayward Lilia to ask him about the latest reports of Lucienâs studies in magic.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Lucien hiding behind the wall. You turned to the hiding boy and bent down with a smile on your face. âWhat are you doing hiding over there? Iâm not that scary am I?âÂ
Lucien ducks further behind the wall, uncertain if this was a trick or not. You frown internally at his hesitancy to approach you. Usually Lucien would come running into your arms as soon as he spotted you. Drawing slightly closer, you whisper to him, âAre you playing hide and seek with Lilia? Is that why youâre hiding?â
Lucien blinked and glanced behind himself to see if you were talking to someone behind him but there wasnât anyone there. He didnât know what to do about this development. You were smiling at him. You were speaking to him playfully. There was a warmth to your eyes looking at him that was never present before. But if you were speaking to him, he knew he should answer before the opportunity was lost. He quickly shook his head.
âIn that case, can I get my good morning hug now?â You spread your arms and he bounded over to you as fast as possible. Little arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, face burrowed in your chest and hands fisting the fabric of the back of your dress. You set your arms around his trembling form, soothing whispers leaving your lips. âDid you have another nightmare last night?âÂ
Lucien shook his head against you and burrowed deeper into your embrace. This. This was the contact that he had been craving so much from you. Â
You readjusted your grip in order to scoop him up so that you could carry him. You rest him against your hip before running your fingers through his hair. You placed a kiss to his forehead and his horns before gently lifting his face to look at yours.Â
Lucien had tears running down his eyes and he sniffled when you had him pull away.Â
âWhatâs the matter, my little dragon prince? What do you need?â
Lucien ducked his head down and bit his lip. What if you turn cold again if he asks for you to do this? If he risks your anger, would you notice him more? He quickly glances up at you again to see patient eyes and a smile still on your face. Lucien pulled at the fabric that remained in his grip and tugged you back into the embrace. âCan you hug me more?â
âOf course, my little prince. AlwaysâŚâ you replied to him. You begin to rock side to side, bouncing him a little within your arms. You begin humming a little song as you card your fingers through his hair again.Â
âLucien?â you eventually say.
Lucien stiffened in your arms, waiting for the evitable moment that youâd let go, waiting for the coldness of your tone and face to make its reappearance. But it never came. InsteadâŚ
âWould you like to help me make some ice cream for your father? Heâs been incredibly busy lately and I think this would be a nice surprise for him. What do you think?â
Lucienâs head shoots up from your chest, nearly knocking into your chin if not for your built reflexes from all the times youâve dodged his head before.Â
âYes, please!â Lucien practically shaking from the possibility of helping you with anything. Not to mention, you were talking about father! You were talking about making a gift for him!Â
You giggle at Lucienâs bright eyes and newfound energy. Often, you would have to distract your son from nightmares/memories of them and one of the best ways was to cook or bake something. Lilia would have to be kept from the kitchen though. Before anything else, you needed to locate the bat first.Â
Shifting Lucien for a better grip, you found yourself nearly colliding with Sebek. âYour majesty!â Sebek immediately launched back before you two could make contact.
âOh good! Sebek! Would you happen to know where Lilia is? I would like to have a word with him.â You smile at Sebekâs sputtering. It reminded you of all the times he would first get shocked from how casually you addressed Malleus. You waited for his sputtering to slow before addressing him again. Â
âCan you please tell Lilia to meet us in the dining room? I would like to speak to him for a moment.â Heaving Lucien up into a better grip, you head off to the dining room. Along the way, you could hear the whispers of the passing servants wherever you went. It was no secret that the servants would love to gossip but it seemed that they were in more of a buzz than usual. Youâve since learned to tune out the chatter of the crowd.Â
Soon, you were met with the smiling face of Lilia, himself. He eyes your hold over Lucien before facing your beaming face.Â
âGood morning Lilia,â you greeted. âCan you please keep Malleus busy for me? I would like to surprise him with some homemade ice cream andâŚâ you bend to conspiratorially to whisper in Liliaâs ear, âI believe it would be a great way to distract Lucien from his nightmares. I think heâs having some again.â
Liliaâs smile grew wider at your plans. If you were acknowledging your son and making Malleus a gift, this surely needed to be nurtured. Best to let you do as you pleased. Lilia could sense there was something different about you. A sort of magic that made you seem brighter than before. Making a mental note of it, Lilia only bowed and teased, âIâll be sure to keep the King occupied, your majesty.âÂ
A nod of your head towards Lilia and you headed straight for the kitchen. While you had to let Lucien down, this was easier said than done. Lucien would not let go of you so you were stuck with a clingy dragon prince latched to your dress and face burrowed into your neck.Â
âLucien? Sweetie, I need to set you down now. We have to make Papaâs ice cream.âÂ
Lucien whimpered. You held longer than any other time heâs ever interacted with you and he was frightened that youâd never touch him again if he lets you go now. Heâs had a taste of your warmth and affection and he was not going to lose it now. So, he takes what youâve said about nightmares and uses it to his advantage.Â
âMama, Iâm scared. You might go away like in the dreamsâŚâ Tears roll down his eyes and soak your dress once more.Â
âMy precious boy. You donât ever have to worry. Iâm here. Iâm right here.â You stroked his head and kissed the top of it, right between his horns. âMama is here. Mama loves you. So much. Daddy loves you too. We will never leave you.â
You set him on the counter before gently patting his cheeks with a handkerchief. Lucienâs hand still holding onto the sleeve of your gown. Â
With tears still running down his face, you kissed his cheeks and wiped away the tears as best you could. âNo matter what happens, Mama and Papa will always love you, okay?â You kiss his forehead and his cheeks before resting your forehead against his.Â
Eventually, you had to pull away. Lucien let go. He knew if he pushed too hard, you might not hug him again. With a smile and another kiss to his forehead, you patted his cheeks with the handkerchief once more. You promised youâd be right back and Lucien released his hold on you.Â
Flitting around the kitchen, you located all the ingredients and equipment necessary for the construction of the frozen treat. Everything laid out behind Lucien, you approached him once more and urged him to scoot closer to the ingredients.Â
âItâs high time we made something new. Do you want to make mint chocolate chip ice cream for your father?â You grinned at Lucien as he nodded his head as fast as possible.Â
âYes, please!âÂ
You both set on your mission to make ice cream for Malleus.Â
Throughout the entire process, you constantly looked over to Lucien and did your best to make him laugh. Tickling him, telling jokes, making funny faces, smearing some butter onto his face. Whatever it took to bring out that smile you loved.Â
Lucien couldnât believe the luck he had. His motherâs entire attention was on him and only him. Your focus and little actions of affection was everything. There wasnât any other thing that could make this moment any better unless it was his father being there with them.Â
Speaking of his father, Malleus had heard from Lilia of an unprecedented sight.Â
Obviously, the king had to see for himself what Lilia had reported to him.
His wife, the constantly indifferent queen, was smiling and holding Lucien in her arms as if sheâd been doing it her entire life.Â
Having heard the squeals of delight and the unabashed laughter ringing through the halls, Malleus felt his entire being tremble from the sound.Â
A sound that you havenât made since your days at NRC.Â
Malleusâs stealth was something to be desired at this time. His entire focus on that sweet sound he always wished to hear. It mattered not how long it had been, he will forever savor the chance to hear you happy once more.Â
Peeking his head through the open doorway, he was greeted with the sight of his beloved with his son, smiling. There was no trace of the usual blankness that would typically paint your face. You were back, his bright light.Â
Lucien spotted him first. Putting a finger to his lips, Malleus tiptoed his way to you. Your back was turned to the door as you continue to pour chocolate chips into your latest mixture. You were enchanting Lucien with tales of your youth so the sound covered Malleusâs approach.Â
Malleus wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped a kiss on your neck. Brushing your ear with his cheek, he leaned over you to wink at his son.Â
âMalleus!â You smiled and swatted at his arms with playful indignation. âYou werenât supposed to come down here yet. We were going to surprise you.â
âHow could I not join? You were so beautiful and happy.â Malleus breathed in your scent, content in this moment in time. You werenât squirming away nor leaning as far as possible without being impolite. On the contrary, you were leaning into his embrace. Going as far to caress his cheek with your smooth hands.Â
Malleus melts at your loving touch. It draws out the deep, possessive purr from deep within his soul.Â
With your smile at Lucien and your affection for Malleus saturating the air, he knew he would do whatever it took to keep you here. In this moment, in his hold, you would remain. However, it seems as if youâve accepted your place by his side.Â
And you, completely oblivious to the danger that surrounded you, hummed as you danced to grab the first batch of ice cream chilled in the freezer.Â
Giving Malleus a kiss on the cheek and blowing a raspberry into Lucienâs, you set down the mint chocolate chip ice cream and produced three spoons. Father and son battling to be the first to spoon to dip into the luscious treat. Made by your hands, it was the best dessert ever.Â
You giggle before scooping up some of the fruits of your labor yourself, unaware of the eyes that followed your every movement.Â
In the quiet space of the kitchen, a family came a little closer together.Â
#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#lucien#oc#tri3tri#malleus draconia x reader#yandere malleus#family#ice cream#yandere malleus draconia#yandere malleus x reader#twst malleus#twisted wonderland malleus#one shot#oneshot#twisted wonderland scenario#fem reader#female reader#reader
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đŻđťđ˛đđŞđ đˇđ˛đ°đąđ˝ [bnha headcanons]
what have they planned for you on a fall Friday night? including: bakugo katsuki, kirishima eijiro, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto
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bakugo k.
âoriginally bakugo planned for you two to stay all afternoon in bed, but you have been waiting for a night off all week so he secretly put a lot of thought on planning a fun date
âhe picks you up right on time, because he feels responsible to be the best boyfriend he could be and beat all other people into it
âyou get your favourite food and he watches you enjoy it as if you've never eaten anything before, comments how "stupid" you look getting excited just for the fast food restaurant, but deep down he's really satisfied you're enjoying yourself
â"wanna head home?" ever now and then 'cause Friday also means you can sleep in and he is looking forward to all the cuddling by the TV
âbakugo insists on getting you ice cream and eating it by the park, although it's cold outside, but it's all planned out; he brings you to a ~secret~ magic place in the park where you can enjoy the sunset in a clear view. best boyfriend ever
âwhen you run into kids by the park, they're loud as hell and bakugo tells them off and scares them away with small explosions
âyou go for a stroll in the quiet neighbourhoods by your house, and feel content having a few moments where there are no passers-by so bakugo agrees to hold hands
âalthough he acts pissed off when you cradle hands, he finds it cute and enjoys it
âalways looks forward to things besides cuddling, when you finally arrive home
kirishima e.
âlooks forward into meeting you as often as he can and loves Fridays just 'cause he can see you for sure
âusually wants to do something with a lot of adrenaline required, like go to the craziest rides in the amusement park or do new things every time, like visit escape rooms, go to movie dates and even suggests doing impulsive things like dying your hair or cutting it
âside note that he suggested you both dye your hair matching colors
âhe texts you the night before to make sure you want to spend the afternoon with him, because he doesn't want to make you feel obligated to, just because you're together, although you both have mentioned already what you plan on doing that Friday night
âonce in a while throws those jokes about how hard he is/he can get
âtakes lots of pics of you; from afar when you're meeting at the station, when you're eating, walking, ends up with manY blurry images, 'cause he's spamming on the capture button.
âone time you decided to go to the arcade and he got really surprised at how good you were at gaming, which offended you, so he ended up buying you ice cream
âat took a pic of you licking it off the cone of course
âkirishima likes the movies in particular cause he finds little moments when he leans over and offers you a kiss and it feels like a small escape to an alternate universe
âavoids suspicious streets and would take the long route home, 'cause he would never risk anything bad happening to you, although he'd protect you no matter what, anyways
kaminari d.
âkaminari likes gaming so he tries to get you to play with him. whenever he can
âyou give in 'cause you don't really care as long as you're doing something with him
âyour progress is visible so he gives you extra kisses when you level up and has prepared treats to, eh, basically treat you like a little training dog, to give you as rewards as well, yet you don't complain, since you like them
âyou like to stay in and cuddle up on Friday nights, argue over what movie to watch and end up picking movies in turns, denki picking scary movies so you get scared and turn to him for safety, but in reality you both get horrified and cover yourselves with a blanket in order to not catch one glimpse of the gory scene
âdenki is very energetic and constantly wants to do stuff with you, but you explain you also want quality time and playing board and video games is a solution you both enjoy
âhe doesn't hesitate to take his so called "make out breaks", though, yet you never refuse to that
âhe really appreciates when you cook for him or when you cook or bake together, although he isn't the most skillful cook but that's okay, he's always satisfied with the outcome 'cause you made that together
âreally really difficult to sleep with, takes up most of the space, hard to push away, doesn't wake up easily, apologizes 28368236 times for being like that
todoroki s.
âtodoroki is very considerate about your feelings and what you want to do on your time off so he sometimes leaves it up to you and is happy with whatever you choose to do
âmakes the extra effort to bring you little cakes and sweets as a reward for the hard work of the weekdays
âis always comfortable with you two just saying in and drinking tea while watching anime, as he asks and takes an interest in how your day was and what have you planned for the weekend
âthe amusement in his face is clear when you say you want to do something together as well, on the weekend, although he doesn't admit it. he's very excited every time he's with you, he physically can't help it
âvery convenient to be around him, 'cause whenever you feel cold, he can easily warm you by saying he's going to light a fire with his hand, but actually keeping you tight and burying your face in his neck and wrapping your bodies together with his scarf
âtodoroki makes a playlist with songs he'd guess you'd like and most of his guesses are right, which proves just how well he has come to know you
âworries sometimes that you overwork and that's why you're so looking forward to Friday nights, but you call him "silly", and explain that it's mostly because you get to see him
âtries to hide his blushing face at that but you notice and tease him, but he denies it
âyou end up laughing and cuddling all night long
#bnha headcanons#bnha hcs#mha headcanons#mha hcs#my hero academia headcanons#my hero academia hcs#boku no hero academia headcanons#boku no hero academia hcs#bnha scenarios#bnha imagines#mha scenarios#mha imagines#imagines anime#anime scenarios#one shots anime#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugo katsuki#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x reader#bakugo headcanons#bakugo fluff#fluff bakugo#bakugo hcs#bakugo scenarios#bakugo imagines#imagine bakugo#kaminari x y/n#kaminari denki#denki x you
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Congrats on the 100 Followers !!!!!Soo i saw the Song Lyrics Prompts and ... well duh i would deffo request my all time fave Crosshair and no 14 ! And you know.. Fluffy smut it is all good when it comes to the ones we love :D
HI! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS !!!!
Pairing: Crosshair x reader (no y/n)
Warnings: okay so I knOW YOU ASKED FOR SMUT BUT. I didn't remember and I just got this very cute ficlet and completely forgot everything else and this came out being a whole different thing. bUT. i will make it up to you and write another version of this prompt for u. I'm so sorry really. i hope you like this tho.
So no warnings. it's a bit angsty, too, heh.
Prompt: 14. I know that you're scared because hearts get broken. - Golden by Harry Styles
Word count: 900
Saying that love is easy is an understatement, really.
It's hard, and harsh, and merciless. It's unknown and also familiar, because you have experiences to compare it too, from your parents to your friends to your past lovers.
Love is scary, because it's uncharted territory, no matter how much you've read about it, if you've seen it, if you have felt it before. Because every new person that comes, brings new challenges, something you haven't felt before. It brings chaos, too.
It paralyzes you, it had never happened before and it does now, when the sniper even looks your way, you freeze completely. Your breathing stops, for just a second, and your face flushes, and you feel embarrassed and dumb.
It makes you shy away, from conversations that might lead you somewhere else, with him. You have no problem talking with his brothers, or talking with him when around his brothers, but he had approached you once or twice alone and you had babbled and stuttered enough to make you scurry away whenever you have the chance.
But love, mostly, when there's even a single sign, a fleeting chance you might be falling again, makes you protect yourself, it makes you defensive, building walls taller and thicker than what they used to be, shielding yourself with steel doors and a million locks wrapping around chains.
Love is frightening, sure, because it might leave you broken. It can leave you in pieces, destroy you to the very core. It leaves you falling, hard and fast and you can't hold onto anything, onto anyone, and you hit the floor, and you're left there, bleeding out, with just you to stitch yourself up, alone, tired and hurt.
So you do nothing, and wait for it to pass. He'd leave, eventually, to some mission that takes him months to come back, if he ever does, and boy, you might even think he does just to annoy you.
Because he comes back every time, his body carries him with a confidence you sometimes envy, and it always leads him back to you.
It's a knock on the door that pulls you out of your thoughts. He's there, leaning on the frame as if he reigned the space, a king coming so casually to see his people.
"Yes?" You ask, because he doesn't say anything and you don't know what else you could say.
And he enters, as if the cramped office was his, and it's not the first time he's been there, but there is no reason for him to sit in the chair in front.
Your breath hitches when he leans over.
"I have a question," it's all he lets go, his voice sends shivers down your spine and you wonder if he knows what he does to you.
He must, because otherwise he wouldn't be there.
His eyes follow your movements, from the way you turn your datapan off to how you lean back against the back of the chair. The corners of his lips turn upwards just the slightest.
"Alright." You close your eyes a moment to kick yourself mentally, you don't have to be so awkward, you think, but then again, you don't know how not to be awkward around him. "Shoot."
"Would you consider going out with me?"
There's a silence, because with him you always let silences make their way between the two of you. With widened eyes and pated lips, you stare at him, searching for an indication that he might be joking, but his face betrays nothing, so you ask,
"Going out with you?" just to confirm.
He nods, once, a small frown on his face as he takes a paperwork that has been sitting for too long on your desk, disinterested in its contents as his eyes go back to yours.
"As in, a date." Your heart skips a beat and you take in the possibilities, and among all of them where you say yes, you see yourself getting your heart broken.
You shake your head,
"I don't know." You admit, because you really don't.
He shrugs.
"I won't break your heart if that's what you're worried about." His tone is like he's talking about the weather and your eyes snap at him, only to find his amber orbs already searching for yours. "Tech told me that's why you wouldn't speak to me."
You should've known better than to confide Tech such secret.
Crosshair looks at you, really looks at you, as if he could see your soul, grab your heart and hold it tight, kiss it better and patch it's bruises.
"I won't let it break, as long as you don't let mine break either."
And it's such a vulnerable thing to say, you think, to open yourself to someone enough to let them know you feel scared too.
Maybe it's a path you can both walk, a mutual arrangement you can take, holding his hand as you go down.
"Yeah," your voice is a whisper, one that cuts the silence and reaches him softly, the words holding him as he falls and you hope he is there when you fall, too, "sure, I'll go out with you," you say, and he smiles, the action making the butterflies you've been kept caged for so long flutter wildly in your stomach, "as in, a date."
You want to trust him. You'll have to trust him.
#iM SORRY THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOU ASKED#but i kinda liked it#so yeah#ILL MAKE UP TO YOU I PROMISE IM SO SORRY#crosshair x reader#tbb crosshair#the bad batch x reader#crosshair x you#not me not knowing how to take dIRECTIONS and just doing whatever#this is so funny#but like#in an embarrassing way bc im really sORRY#but its two am and im tired#so i'll write another thing tomorrow i promise#bc you're very nice and sweet and i don't want to disappoint you:(
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Ask Her To Dance
Summary: Youâre part of the Avengers during the Infinity War era, you and the cast have a final party in Greece
You had all recently finished filming Infinity War, traveling to Europe to start the promo tour, ending up in Greece. You played a military veteran who had started working for the Avengers, you had grown close to the entire cast, having a crush on Sebastian. Sebastian had always been a quiet one except when he was with you or Anthony Mackie.Â
It was the last night after a ton of interviews, photoshoots, etc. Robert had suggested you all go out to a club to blow off some steam and as as last hoorah. So there you were in a midi skin-tight lavender summer dress and black high heels. Scarlett had done your makeup in a dark smokey eye look balancing the rest with a natural shade while Lizzie did your hair in voluminous curls, you looked sexy to say the least.
âWow....you look wow, Iâm not a lesbian but I would turn for youâ Scarlett said once they took a final look at you.Â
âWhat am I not hot before this look?â you teased
âOh of course you are but now I canât hold myselfâ she said smirking at you.Â
While they were finishing up you heard someone knock on the hotel door, you went to open it to find the boys standing there, they didnât say a word but their eyes looked like they were about to pop out.Â
âOkay...whereâs (Y/N) and what have you done to her?â Robert jokingly asked
âStop! You guys coming in or whatâ you said stepping aside to allow them in
âI think theyâre almost done, Iâm going downstairs to get us a cabâ you said.
You didnât see that Mackie had elbowed Sebastian to go with you to the lobby. Sebastian blushed and shook his head, âCome on.....hey (Y/N) you shouldnât go alone, Sebs here will accompany youâ Mackie announced.Â
You looked at him with a confusing look but didnât ask any questions, at least not in front of the boys. âOkay...come on Sebastianâ.Â
âLadies firstâ he motioned to you to walk inside the elevator first to head down
âSuch a gentlemanâ you said. You leaned on the elevator wall, tapping your heel on the floor
âYou look beautiful (Y/N)â Sebastian said in a soft whisper, you felt your cheeks heat up at him complimenting you
âThank you, you look great as alwaysâ you replied, this time you saw him blush, he smiled scrunching in his nose in that adorable way that he always did when he got shy.Â
You let the driver know that you would be down in about twenty more minutes. You and Sebastian headed back up to see if everyone else was almost ready. You walked in to the room with Scarlett and Lizzie finishing up the last of their makeup. You grabbed a mascara to touch up on your own eyelashes.Â
âYou ladies take foreverâ Chris Evans teased you three
âOkay then wait for us over thereâ you turned to say to himÂ
You kept eyeing Evans for a bit, he obviously caught onto your expression.
âNoooo whatever it is donâtâ he said a little frightened
âSeriously, you two film a movie where you are a couple and now you act like a coupleâ Robert teased
Robertâs comment caused Sebastianâs heart to drop a little bit. He knew you and Chris Evans were only great friends but after seeing some of the footage of the Knives Out movie you and Chris played as a toxic couple, Sebastian couldnât help but wonder if there could be something more between you and Chris.
âOh stop no, its not like that but I do have an idea...well more of a favorâ you said
âWhat?â Chris asked you
âCan I please put mascara on one of your eyelashes because yours are so long and I want to see what they look like with mascara!â you asked him excitedly
âWhat the fahck nooooâ he said, his little Bostonian accent showing
âPlease Chris, just one eye! I promise Iâll wipe it off.....please, Iâll drop on my knees to beg youâ you pleaded
âCan you at least wait for all of us to leave, we donât want to see thatâ Robert joked
âShut it Downeyâ you said laughing, âPlease Chris, Iâll give you ten bucksâ
Chris narrowed his eyes at you, mulling over the situation for a second. He couldnât say no to you though, you had become such a great friend to him.
âFine, just one damn eye thatâs itâ he said to you
You did a little jump of joy, walking over to him. He was on the end of the couch next to Sebastian. You set your knee between Sebastian and Chris who had scooted a bit over to give you some space.Â
âWhy am I letting you do this?â Chris said already regretting his choice
âBecause you love meâ you teased at him
âThat I doâ he immediately replied
Sebastian would be lying if he said that he wasnât jealous at hearing Chris say that, or seeing you get along great with Chris, let alone seeing how close your face was to Chrisâ. He didnât say anything, only intently looking at you place the mascara on Chrisâ eyelashes. Mackie on the other hand could tell the little green monster was getting the best of Sebastian slowly but surely.
âOhhh my gosh -CHRIS- this isnât fairâ you yelped seeing his eyelashes grow longer and darker
You glanced quickly over to Sebastian, he looked away instantly, a light blush on his cheeks.Â
âWait, you have long lashes too, not like Chrisâ but--OKAY this isnât fair, why do you boys get long lashesâ you commented
âYours are long too so stop whiningâ Chris said
You were still looking at Sebastianâs eyes, they were a beautiful shade of blue, you loved his eyes, this was the first time you were able to see them so upclose though.Â
âAre you going to stare at him or can I wipe this damn makeup off?â Chris asked pulling you out of your trance. This time you felt yourself blush with Sebastian being the one to catch you.
âSorry- yes Chris you can go now. Sebastian, would you let me put mascara onâ you now asked him
âIâm sure heâd let you do anything to himâ Mackie commented, earning a deathful glare from Sebastian
âItâs okay if you donât want toâ you immediately added
âNahh let me see dollâ he smiled at you, leaning his face closer to yours, you felt your breath hitch.
âYAY, okay look up just a little bit-oh wait hold onâ you said, you put the mascara that you had in your hand behind your dress, you pulled out another one from your thigh, Sebastian was a little confused at the switch.
âDonât say anything but I used waterproof mascara on Chrisâ you whispered giggling at your confession.Â
âYouâre badâ Sebastian replied chuckling at your little shenanigans, Chris was going to flip. And he sure did.
âOkay Iâm almost don-â you were about to say
â(Y/N)!!!!!â you heard Chris yell for you, he came out of the bathroom followed by the girls who couldnât stop laughing
âWhat?â you asked innocently
âDonât âwhatâ me with those eyes, you put waterproof on didnât you!?â he stated
âNoooo lookâ you said showing him the mascara you had in your hand
âThatâs bullshit where is it!?â he yelled
You knew he wasnât entirely pissed but he wasnât too happy either
âChris I donât know what youâre talking aboutâ you said trying to hide the smirk on your face
âI see itâ Chris said at the mascara that was placed behind your back in your dress. Chris swiped it out quickly, almost shoving it in your face.
âIâll get you backâ he peered at youÂ
âOhhh how scaryâ you said cackling at this point. Chris didnât respond however he slightly shoved you towards Sebastian who caught you with his hands on your sides, both of you blushing immensely.
âSorryâ you both said at the same time. You could feel everyone elseâs eyes on you and Sebastian. You got up from the couch walking over to get a makeup wipe remover
âYou have nice eyelashes too Sebs.....actually your entire eyes....its not fairâ you complimented him
âThanksâ he replied shyly.
He was about to take the wipe from your hands but you shook your head, reaching over to his face to wipe away the makeup
âWhy does he get special treatment?â Chris asked, he knew exactly why.
âShut itâ you said
âIâm still going to get you back, this shit does not come off easilyâ Chris said complaining.
The girls were finally done, all of you doing one last check before heading out to the bar lounge which was a little far away from the hotel.Â
After a twenty minute drive you arrived to your destination, you and the girls headed to the restroom while the guys got some drinks and headed over to the private section. The place wasnât too crowded or crazy but there were enough people to give it a great atmosphere. It also overlooked part of Greece and the ocean, the warm humid weather being complemented with a nice breeze.
âSo now that weâre done with the tour, maybe you should ask her out before you start filming here?â Mackie encouraged Sebastian.
âEhhh I donât know man, I donât think she likes meâ Sebastian replied shyly
âOh donât start with that, she is into you! She just doesnât make it obvious, Scar told me that she thinks youâre cute sooo canât be wrong, wonât hurt to askâ Mackie said.Â
âTrust me she likes youâ Chris added in with a wink at Sebastian.Â
âWhere did you go?â Hemsworth asked him
âI was getting paybackâ he smirked
Sebastian was going to ask Chris what he meant until he saw you and the girls walking over with your drinks.
âMan this place is beautiful!â You yelled over the music.Â
âYouâve never been to Greece?â Lizzie asked youÂ
âNah itâs my first time so be gentleâ you joked, Sebastian almost spit out his drink
âSpeaking of first times, howâs the movie for you two going?â Scarlett asked you and Chris, you both turned to look at each other
âNot bad actually, definitely more risquĂŠ than what I did in Vampire Diariesâ you explained.
âOhhh I may or may not have requested that songâ Chris Evans confessed while drinking his beer
âWhat!! Why?!â you yelped
âOh come on, you know people go crazy when they see you on the screen with that song playingâ he smirked
He was right, there was a certain scene in the show you had done where your character is a newly turned vampire, almost dirty dancing with one of the bad boy vampires at a college party.Â
âI swear everywhere I go they play that songâ you added
âItâs not necessarily a bad thingâ Evans said.Â
âWhat show?â Sebastian asked curiously, he had heard about the show but never watched it. Sebastianâs comment added onto the fuel of everyone around you.Â
âOut of all people, YOU for sure have to see it, she looks hotâ Scarlett motioned over to you
âScarrrrâ you gritted through your teeth. Luckily you were saved by the song playing over the speakers, Feel So Close by Calvin Harris boomed over the place.Â
The intro had you moving to the beat, you loved this song, it brought you great memories from when you were part of the Vampire Diaries show
Almost a minute into the song the DJ yelled, âWe hear a certain vampire is in the building!! Give it up for (Y/N)!!!!!â
Sure enough they played that certain party scene on the big screen. You and your former costar Ian Somerhalder killing it as vampires dirty dancing.
You felt yourself blushing, embarrassed at the unwanted attention. You turned to Chris Evans who was laughing his ass off while recording your reaction and everyone else.
âLetâs see your famous vampire moves!â the DJ yelled into the microphone
You yelled over to Lizzie and Scarlett, âToo bad I donât have my friend to dance with meâ
You moved your hips stronger to the rhythm of the song, twirling, making the exact moves you did when you had done that certain episode. You were laughing, carefree, having fun almost forgetting about your embarrassment.
Sebastian was paying attention to both you and the scene playing, he had to watch this show he thought to himself. He always thought you were gorgeous but this scene seeing you with blood, fangs, dancing, turned him on more than anything. However he also wished he was the guy who had been dancing with you for that scene.
Your final move was another sway of your hips, in the show you had ran your finger on your costarâs face to wipe some blood, sucking on it. You did the exact same move to Scarlett who acted like she was fanning herself. The boys and Lizzie laughed at your move, the entire place going crazier.
When the song ended, you shoved Evans, âI hate you!!!â you yelled over to him
âPaybackâs a bitch sweetheartâ he laughed, you shook your head, âahhh come on, you know that song brings you back to good old timesâ he added
âI hate to say it but youâre rightâ you agreed, the song reminded you of great times with your former castmates
âWhat about it? You and that guy datedâ Sebastian asked curiously
âIan...no he was dating someone else but heâs still a great friend of mine. We had such a blast filming that part, brings me very fun memories from when I did that showâ you explained.
After Evansâ little stunt on you, you guys were all dancing around having a great time.Â
The next song to come up was Gimme Gimme by ABBA causing you and the girls to go crazy, the boys only laughed enjoying your excitement.
You, Scarlett and Lizzie made a sandwich between each other, all dancing carefree. You all took turns lip syncing, twirling each other.
You yelling âGIMME GIMME GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT!!!â with Scarlett and Lizzie doing a supposed back up dancing.Â
Sebastian had never seen this side of you, at this moment he really wished you were his girlfriend because he really wanted to kiss you.Â
âYou should ask her to danceâ Robert yelled over to him, motioning to you
Sebastian instantly shook his head, âI canât...I donât want to make it awkward plus sheâs having funâ he added.Â
âSuit yourselfâ Robert said walking away to get some water
You were all at the lounge for about another two hours, enjoying a night out with each other.Â
One of the next songs was I Feel Love by Donna Summer
Sebastian wasnât going to ask you to dance until he saw you were with Evansâ heading towards the dance floor besides Hemsworth and his wife Elsa dancing next to you and smiling at you both.Â
You started to hold Evansâ left hand moving to the beat as it picked up both of you laughing about something. Sebastian looked at Mackie who was smirking at him, âYouâll regret it if you donâtâ leaning in closer to Sebastian, âtrust me though thereâs nothing more going on between those twoâ he explained referring to you and Chris.
Like clockwork, Sebastian walked over to you and Evans, Lizzie and Scarlett noticed because they called Evans over to dance with them, you were about to follow when you heard Sebastian yell for you.Â
â(Y/N), want to dance?â he said smiling shyly
You felt your heart skip a beat, you werenât sure if it was a good idea because you knew your feelings for Sebastian would probably get worse but you decided to just live in the moment
âSure!â you yelled, placing your hand onto his, he twirled you first and then you two were moving into a great rhythm to the song
You liked that Sebastian kept you close but still was respectful to your space, its not that you didnât want to be grinding on him but you also wanted to respect Sebastian.Â
At one point he pulled you in close to his face and said, âI really would like to kiss you (Y/N)âÂ
You looked up at him, you didnât know what to say at first so you pulled his face down towards yours, playfully licking his nose with your tongue causing him to laugh
âWhat was that for?â he asked surprised at your action
âIâve wanted to kiss you too Sebastianâ you confessed
With that Sebastian then licked your nose with his tongue while he held your face with both of his hands and then he kissed you passionately. You two kissed each other like there was no tomorrow while still keeping to the beat of Donna Summerâs sultry song.
âHoly shit!!!!â Evans yelled over you two, âfucking finally!!!â he added while the rest of cast cheered you and Sebastian on.
Although the song is almost eight minutes long it felt like two with Sebastian. You two kept dancing, giving each other a few kisses here and there.Â
At one point you were all back to your private section again. The final song was 34+35 by Ariana GrandeÂ
âOh-I love this song!â you yelled
âYOU, innocent (Y/N)?!â Mackie exclaimed
âItâs not that badâ you said defensivelyÂ
âJust give me them babieeesâ you sang loudly but looked at Scarlett, making a come here gesture for her to join you.
You kept singing the song, surprising everyone because you werenât much into pop let alone a song about explicit sex. The girls joined in including Robertâs wife Susan and Elsa, Hemsworthâs wife.
Sebastian was mesmerized by you in so many ways it drove him crazy.
âBaby, you might need a side belt when I ride itâ you acted like you put a seatbelt on, saying your hips like your were riding.Â
âIâm living for thisâ Lizzie chuckled while dancing with you too
âSebastian...look awayâ Evansâ said covering Sebastianâs eyes playfully
âNooo leave him aloneâ Elsa laughed
After a while, you all started gathering your things to head back to the hotel. Sebastian grabbed your hand, kissing it and smiling at you.
âWhatâ you asked him smiling back
âNothing, well, would you like to uhm.... go out on a date with me?â he asked you a bit nervous
âI would love to Sebastianâ you said
He scrunched his nose in a cute way that he always did when he got nervous or flustered.Â
âI canât waitâ he said leaning over to give you a kiss on your forehead
âI told you to ask her to danceâ Robert said smiling over at you both.
You were glad that Sebastian had listened.
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