#y’all when I tell you I literally squealed and jumped up and down

[readbythestarlight]

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[fookinavocadosman]

episode 1: paradise blues {HS}

It’s the first day of the retreat and y/n is struggling not to pounce on Harry. Secrets are revealed and more secrets are being made. 

warnings: none really. teasing. smut... (maybe)

word count: 2.5k

This morning was a rude awakening.

Literally.

First, Harry decided to tease me awake by using the hand he had on my stomach, letting his fingers play with the tiny bow on my underwear. Then, before I could fully be aware of my surroundings the lights in the bedroom turned on causing, everyone to groan. I bury my head back into the pillow as Harry nuzzles closer to me when a ding is heard throughout the room.

“Good morning. Today is your first full day at the retreat. Enjoy your first day of celibacy.” Lana announces throughout the room and no one makes a move to get up. Harry pushes his hips into mine pulling me closer to him with his arm.

“I don’t want to get up.” He mumbles and I sigh reaching my hand back to thread my fingers through his hair.

“Neither do I.” I mumble back. We all stay in bed before someone actively starts to get ready for the day. I eventually get Harry to let me go and I get ready putting on a black and white bikini before heading out to the pool. I join Niall, Louis, Ava, and Riley in the pool while Sage and Zayn lounge around on the chairs.

“So how are y’all feeling about this retreat so far?” I ask them and most of them respond with shrugs. 

“Upset that I took time off work to do this but it’s whatever nothing I can do now.” Ava says and Riley agrees with her. 

“Who knew that getting chicks would bite me in the ass.” Niall comments and we all laugh.

“God I can’t believe we're getting cockblocked by a fucking cone.” Louis also comments making us laugh even harder. Once everyone settles we begin to talk about our home lives among other things and I begin to observe everyone's behaviors. Niall and Riley seem to be getting close as well as Ava and Louis but I can’t tell what everyone’s motives are towards each other. Eventually, the topic gears back to the retreat when Riley asks a question.

“How much do you guys think the fines are going to be?”

“I think like a peck is going to be $100 and then like a make out would be like $300.” Ava is the first to speak up and I agree with her but Niall shakes his head.

“Knowing that this is supposed to be “rehab” it’s probably worth a good chunk of money. Like a kiss is probably $1000 or something ridiculous.” I shrug my shoulders also agreeing.

“Yeah but let’s hope it’s the first one so we can break the rules more often.” I say and everyone laughs. We stay in the pool for a little more until switching spots with Sage and Zayn. As we relax and dry off in the sun we make small talk about everyone else.

“So if you guys had a free pass to kiss anyone here who would it be? Personally I’d kiss Louis.” Ava asks everyone. Louis says Ava, Riley says Niall, and Niall says Riley to no one’s shock until it’s left to me to answer.

“Uh, probably Harry.” I answer and Ava squeals.

“Oh spill.” She instigates and I roll my eyes flipping onto my stomach.

“I mean we’ve basically been attached at the hip since the moment he arrived and he was pissed yesterday when Zayn kissed me. And he’s fucking fine. Like if this was the actual show I signed up for I’d be fucking him as much as possible.” I explain and Ava and Riley are engrossed while Louis and Niall are having a conversation of their own.

“I get it girl, I’d be jumping Niall if it was under normal circumstances.” Riley supports me while Ava nods.

“Alright I’m going to head out guys I’ll see y’all later.” I tell them waving goodbye to the boys as well as Sage and Zayn. I walk around before finding an empty area with day beds away from everyone. I close my eyes letting myself cool down in the shade until a throat clears. I peek one eye open seeing Harry standing in front of me.

“Is there room for one more?” He asks and I nod moving over so he can fit in. He gets comfortable laying on his back before turning his head to look at me.

“I haven’t seen you since this morning what have you been doing?” He asks me and I shrug.

“I was at the pool with Niall, Louis, Riley, and Ava.” I answer him and he nods.

“How was that?”

“It was good. We just hung out and talked.” I smile as he rolls onto his side to face me his eyes tracing my body up and down. His hand comes to rest on my stomach and I take in a deep breath. He removes his hand from my stomach places it on my hip and rolls me onto my side so we face each other. Our foreheads touch and if I lean any closer we would kiss.

“Careful. We don’t want to break any rules.” I tease him and he smirks letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re right.” He leans back slightly, his hand rubbing up and down my side.

“Lana never said anything about teasing.” Harry says and I shake my head.

“Don’t you even think about it.” I chastise him, bringing my hand up and pausing his movements. A smirk lines his lips as he pulls me into his chest. I sigh as my head rests on his chest hearing his heartbeat. 

His hand rubs up and down my back playing with my hair every couple of passes and I feel peaceful. I eventually move my head up to look at Harry and I see he’s already looking at me. The tension between us is thick. He dips his head down as I crane mine up and we are about to kiss but he pulls away.

“Don’t want to break the rules now do we?” He teases me and I let out a breath shaking my head as he smiles. He gets up from the day bed holding out his hand and I gladly accept it letting him pull me up. We head inside to the bedroom and see Zayn, Liam, Sage, and Kate all sitting on the bed playing with condoms. I stop in my tracks as I stare confused.

“Where the fuck did you guys get condoms?” I ask and they turn toward me before laughing.

“They were in the cabinets!” Sage laughs while Kate starts blowing one up. I make my way towards them grabbing one to open. I blow it up and tie it off before tucking it under my arm.

“Guys meet Dickie.” I announce holding him up and everyone laughs. I put him on the bed Harry and I share as Harry shakes his head at me.

“Am I getting kicked out of bed for a condom balloon?” He asks and I shrug.

“Be good and we’ll see.” I tease him. He rolls his eyes at me as I sit down on the bed letting myself decompress. A while passes when someone new enters the room and I notice it’s Niall.

“Hey, guys Lana wants us to meet in the cabana.” He tells us and we all nod making our way outside. I sit next to Sage as Harry sits next to me resting his hand on my thigh. We all talk as everyone makes their way to the cabana and once everyone is there Lana dings.

“I have news for everyone.” She begins and people start murmuring about what it could possibly be.

“There has been a breach of the rules.” Everyone’s jaws drop and Harry turns his head to look at me. I widen my eyes not knowing what to do and he squeezes my thigh to reassure me.

“Alright fess up who did it?” Kate asks looking around and I shrug my shoulders staying quiet. No one speaks and people start getting upset. I look back at Harry and he sighs.

“Y/N and I kissed last night.” He announces and I drop my head as everyone shoots theirs to look at us.

“Bloody hell.” Liam groans and Sage lightly slaps my shoulder.

“Your rule break has cost the group $3,000. The prize fund now stands at $97,000.” Lana breaks the tension in the room causing everyone’s jaws to drop. I hold my head in my hands as Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder. I feel a head drop onto my shoulder and soon a voice whispers into my ear,

“Was it at least worth it?” Sage asks and I nod my head and I soon feel her pat my back. I get up from the couch muttering a sorry to everyone before heading inside. Why do I feel so guilty? I’m broken out of my thoughts by Harry calling after me making me stop in my tracks. He catches up to me putting his hands on my face tilting my head up.

“Are you okay?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders.

“I don’t know. I feel bad.” I tell him and he slightly pouts his lips.

“Do you regret it?” He finally asks the looming question and I sigh.

“I know I should but I don’t.” I tell him and he stays silent.

“Do you?” I question back and he immediately shakes his head.

“After even knowing everything that happens I would do it all over again.” He tells me and I let out a slight chuckle dropping my head.

“Keep saying things like that and we’re going to lose another 3k.” I mumble and I hear him chuckle.

“Don’t tempt me.” He whispers kissing my forehead. As the night continues Zayn and Sage get sent on a date by Lana and we all watched from the cabana. It seems like it went well considering when they got back to the bedroom they climbed into bed together.

Harry and I make small talk when the lights go off considering neither of us are tired. His hand runs up and down my side under the covers. As we talk every once and a while his fingers will stop to toy with the band of my underwear. 

When my eyes start to droop he turns me over pulling my back to his chest letting his right arm act as a pillow for my head as his left trails down my stomach his fingertips just barely going past the band of my underwear. I take in a slight breath at the action and he lightly sushes me. His fingertips go past the band but that’s as far as he goes, his hand stays there his thumb moving back and forth along the top.

“I’m pretty sure this is against the rules.” I tilt my head as close as I can to his ear and he lets out a light chuckle. He dips his head down so his lips graze my ear making sure the camera can’t see the movement of his lips.

“No one will know as long as you don’t make a fuss.” He whispers back placing a kiss to my ear before returning his head to its original position. His hand then slides down a little more so his fingertips rest just above my clit. It takes everything in me to keep my breathing steady and not buck my hips against his hand. His lips graze my ear again as he leans in closer.

“Now be a good girl and turn your head into the pillow and pretend like you’re falling asleep.” His voice is raspy, the lust too much for him to handle. I nod my head making it look like I’m snuggling my head into the pillow and I feel his chest vibrate as he hums in approval. 

He adjusts his body slightly so he can move my leg so he has more access to me, his head nuzzles against my neck, and I assume he does it to hide any reactions or movements that can be picked up by the camera. His fingers tease me moving up and down but never touching my clit. After a while when it can be presumed, we're both asleep his fingers finally move down connecting with my clit. My breath nearly catches but I keep my breathing steady to not arouse suspicion.

He rubs lightly at first moving his fingers in a figure 8 but soon he applies more pressure and I feel my stomach start to burn. It’s taking every fiber of my being to stay calm and collected. His fingers eventually dip down playing with the wetness leaking out of my entrance and I feel his chest vibrate against me. His fingers lightly move up and down my slit before one is placed at my entrance. 

My core flutters against the tip of his finger and he takes a second before slowly pushing his finger into me. I subtly bite the pillow to keep any noises from coming out of my mouth as his finger fills me. He slowly moves his finger in and out, caressing my g-spot with every movement. I feel the tingle in my stomach and my hand under the covers grasps his wrist lightly and he stops his movements.

“Do you want me to stop baby?” He asks, voice muffled by the pillow. My voice is low and muffled as I respond. 

“I need more.” His hand moves so two fingers are now positioned at my entrance. As he pushes both in, a slight moan escapes me making him stop his movements.

“Shh baby.” He whispers, and he begins his movements again going slower. His fingers fill me perfectly. Thick and long hitting all the right spots. His fingers thrust in and out of me and I bite my lip muffling any sounds.

“Such a good girl for me.” His thrusts remain consistent until he curls his finger hitting my g-spot. I nearly scream as he continues hitting the sensitive spot, my thighs trying to close around his hand but failing because of the way he’s positioned me. My breathing begins to pick up and I can feel my body overheat. The coil in my abdomen tightens, my core tightening around Harry’s fingers.

“I’m gonna cum.” I whisper into the pillow and Harry’s movements pick up slightly. I push my head down into the pillow in an effort to muffle the noises that slip out of my throat. The coil breaks and my breath catches as the pleasure rushes through my body. His fingers work me through the high and I feel his lips pucker against my neck. 

When I come down I pull on his wrist and he stops his movements cupping my heat. He pulls his hand away slipping his fingers through the wetness now covering my panties as his hand comes to rest on my mound. I regain control of my breathing as he rubs his thumb along my stomach. He lets out a long breath pulling me closer to him and I can feel how hard he is against me. I bring my hand back palming him but he pulls it away.

“I’m fine, now go to sleep.” He whispers. I relax against his hold and let the rise and fall of his chest and the beat of his heart lull me to sleep. 

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[st4rr-girrl]

Old friends Pt 2

D.w

Summary: Your old friends and new friends collide, making an odd new summer group happen.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, embarrassing stories of reader, kind of short.

Readers nickname to the gang is; bunny, bc she saved a bunny that was being tormented by the socs.

Thank you guys sm for 200+ followers omggg 🥹🥹 I love y’all ❤️❤️

“Y/n, pleaseee get me a water.” Your friend whined. You rolled your eyes.

“No, Jade. You have legs.” You said, cuddling with Dallas as you two had just become official.

“Hey Y/n, remember that one time—“ Your friend started.

“Okay that’s enough.” You got up quickly to grab her water. The gangs glanced at you curiously, before turning to Jade to try and pry the story out of her.

“Ay I can’t tell you guys…. Yet.” She winked.

You came back with a cup full of ice water. “Here you go, whore.” You rolled your eyes and handed her the cup. She took no insult to the name, since you guys would literally cuss each other out as a joke.

“Thanks honeyyy.” She cooed, doing kissy-lips at you, and you flipped her off.

You cuddled back in with your boyfriend, while he chuckled softly. “I really wanna hear that story.” He teased, as you blushed.

“Oh shut up Dal.” You said jokingly, rolling your eyes.

——-

“Y/nnn!” Your two friends whined.

“What the fuck do you guys wanttt.” You responded, obviously tired of their antics. You were laying down on the couch, with your head on Dally’s lap and your feet in Sodas lap, as he flirted a bit with Jade.

“We’re hungry!” Samantha said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Ask Steve to make you food. Cus he’s your boyfriend or whatever.” You rolled your eyes teasingly. Her eyes widened and blush crept up her neck. Steve smirked with a raised brow.

“Hey, Y/n. Remember that one time—“ She pretended to be thinking, with her hand on her chin before you cut her off.

“Okay! Fuck, I’ll make you food.” She whined, sitting up and slowly sliding off of the couch, earning some laughter from the gang.

“Hey, Bunny. I can help you if you want.” Johnny smiled kindly at you.

“Aww Johnny cake you’re so sweet.” You cooed, pinching his cheeks like an old grandma. He smiled, swatting your hands from his face.

You smiled, walking into the kitchen with Johnny in tow.

He helped you make dinner for the gang and your friends. After the food was ready you were exhausted.

You made chicken and rice, and veggies. The gang always loved when you cooked, because you would make sure to season everything really good.

You half smiled. “Dinners ready.” You said, an exhausted expression on your face. Jade, Samantha and Willow squealed, jumping out of the floor and running to the kitchen.

During dinner, small conversations were made by everyone. Before someone asked Jade, Samatha, and Willow to tell them one of the stories they were constantly blackmailing you with.

You put your head down in embarrassment. Dally placed a hand on your back as he chuckled.

“Okay, so one time, we were at the pool. She saw this cute lifeguard she liked, so she pretended to drown.” Samantha started as you groaned. Everyone, specifically Two-Bit and Dallas, were listening intently. “But he knew she was faking. Like 30 minutes later she actually starts drowning and he thinks she’s pretending. So he blows it off, and then when she’s still drowning, me and Jade are screaming for help, because we couldn’t help her, we fucking suck at swimming. So he jumped in and saved her.” Samantha said.

“So yeah basically she almost died because she had a little crush on a lifeguard.” Jade added, and you tried to sink lower in your seat.

“Tell us another one!” Two-bit said excitedly. He loved having leverage on his friends.

Willow smirked. “So there was this other one time, at the cinema.”

“Oh god.” You buried your head in your hands. The other one wasn’t nearly as bad as this.

“We were in the cinema and she got hot, so she took off her sweater. A boy around our age yelled ‘I didn’t realize what type of show this was.’” Willow snorted. “We looked confused until we realized she had accidentally taken her shirt off aswell. She was in her bra.”

You groaned, hearing the laughter of the gang. “No more, please!”

“Okok, for now.” Jade teased with a wink.

It was gonna be a long week.

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[everettswritings]

Hello again! I finally fulfilled a couple requests, so I figured I would reward myself with some creepypasta tickles. I can’t stress enough how grateful I am for y’all’s patience and support, it really means a lot and I promise I’m trying to get that inbox emptied out. So have some EJ. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI!)

Warnings: mentions of blood and organs, a literal serial killer, mentions of death and murder, and some light swearing. Also EJ is semi verbal because that’s a headcanon of mine

“Reports say that the victim’s kidneys were removed, just like with the other seven. Residents of the surrounding area are advised to take extra precautions and to stay inside-“ The reporter’s voice was cut off by you shutting off the TV. There had been a string of eight murders in your area recently, and it seemed to only grow worse with each passing day. Every victim had their kidneys in particular removed, but why? Who would do such a thing? If only anyone knew, but little did you realize that you would know very soon. After making sure that your home was locked up tight, you went to bed.

The sound of broken glass awakened you abruptly, your eyes snapping open with fright. You made the mistake of leaving your phone somewhere in the kitchen, meaning that you would have to leave the safety of your room to grab it. It wasn’t like you had a lot of options, you couldn’t jump out the window nor could you scream for help without the killer finding you. You took a deep, shaky breath and braced yourself for what was to come. You crept out of your room after grabbing something to defend yourself with, being as quiet and stealthy as possible, but your cover wouldn’t last long. As you made your way downstairs, you caught sight of this murderer in your living room; he was wearing a black hoodie with a blue mask, and the eyes of said mask were only black holes with some unknown substance dripping out.

Just as you felt the fear starting to pound in your heart, he turned to face you as if he heard you. He sprinted towards you and you sprinted towards the kitchen, although he was fast he acted like he was blind. He bumped into several pieces of furniture, slowing him down long enough for you to grab your phone, but he still caught you and pinned you down on your stomach.

“… Kidney…” He spoke quietly, his voice surprisingly softer than anyone would expect, as if he didn’t speak that often. He took one of his hands and traced it down your back where your kidneys would be, unfortunately you had a bit of a weakness when it came to gentle hands and your reaction was the exact opposite of what anyone would expect “Haha-“ You quickly pressed your face into the floor. The killer paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side, then he repeated his earlier actions which earned him a squeal from your lips. “STOP! Don’t do that!” You yelled, only to be ignored as he continued to prod at the spot where your kidneys would be. You started to laugh against your own will, “Hahahaha! Stop it! Let gohoho!” You pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. He seemed to… enjoy it?

“Kidneys…” He repeated as he traced the spot, then his hand moved down a little, “Pancreas…” He started to tickle that spot as well. You writhed in his iron grip, giggling uncontrollably as he continued with this lesson in anatomy. “Small intestine… large intestine… liver…” He went on and on. After listing off all your organs, he finally let you go and you scrambled away weakly, breathless from being tickled unexpectedly, and you had your back against the nearby cabinets. Rather than making a move to hurt you, the killer sat down on the floor across from you. Due to the mask you couldn’t read his expression, but a part of you sensed that he was… happy?

“Jack… I’m Jack.” He said, interrupting your confusion, “Um… Y/N.” You replied hesitantly. Why wasn’t he trying to hurt you? Did he enjoy that? Did you just make an unlikely friend? Only time could tell.

Ahh! I love EJ so much, he’s so silly. I know it’s unusual for me to be posting non CRK content, but I really wanna write for other fandoms- especially the Creepypasta fandom. I hope this was enjoyable to some degree! Also, should I start adding the “read more” thing to more of my stories? I feel like that would make it easier to scroll through my blog. Anyways, that’s all, have a good one 🫶

[daphnebowen]

hsmtmts season four episode two notes

omg where to even begin…

OKAY FIRST OFF QUINN DID NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO FIRE EMMY LIKE WHAT THE HECK MAN

when they all just burst into dance Krystal was so shook omg 😆 she was like “where did y’all come from?!?!” Uhh, the theater room honeyy 😚

okay Mack needs to BACK OFF stop TOUCHING GINA like it’s getting ANNOYING ✋🏼 red flag honestly SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND!!!

WHEN QUINN TELLS MISS JENN WHERE THE MOM LOUNGE IS~ I would have fought her right then and there don’t you DARE disrespect my mother

okay but the auditions actually slayed like Ricky and Emmy owned that song

loved kourtneys outfit

and Ashlyn’s sunglasses

okay, we have to talk about the fact that Quinn thinks Gina just “jumped in” to the dance with Mack but Krystal literally offered her the spot. Like gina didn’t volunteer herself. It was Krystal’s idea. So Quinn needs to take a chill pill and Krystal needs to tell her boss about the change. Like, it’s not Gina’s fault. Calm the freak down.

DANIS POSSESSIVE SMIRK BACK AT GINA and Gina’s just like “uh wut?” GIRL THINKS GINA WANTS HER MANS NO SHES GOOD SHE HAS RICHARD BOWEN

omg their date!!!!!!!! Could not stop squealing.

PUPPIES !!!

okay but the fact that Richard binge watched all of season one of mark and spark and then SANG THE THEME SONG FOR GINA because ITS IMPORTANT TO HER so it’s important to him to~ and the fact that it could easily apply to their lives and their relationship~ like if that’s not love I don’t know what is 👏🏼 👏🏼 👏🏼 Richard needs a medal fr

ginas outfit slayed on their date

”welcome to mY hOuSe?!?!” Gina’s so confused lol

”GO SENIORS!!!”

GINA AND RICKY ARE GABRIELLA AND TROY!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay Emmy as Taylor is going to slay

but who the freak is going to be chad?!?! “My boyfriend. 🤨”

the girl who plays Martha - can’t remember her name, sorry - actually kind of looks like her. But what happened to Steph???

WHEN RICKY DOES THE LITTLE CHOMPING THING 😍😍😍😍 it is lowkey cringy but I thought it was also kind of cute

their excited looks and asides to each other 🥰 they are successfully making me believe in love 😻

okay why is Dani so bad at acting??

ASHLYNS KNOWING GLANCES ABOUT RINA I CANT she’s the biggest rina shipper aside from jet tbh

kourtney needs to HOP OFF on the Mack and Gina thing like girllllll Ricky is right there enough with the fact that Gina kissed a cardboard cutout of him every night (that’s weird imo)

GINAS REPLACING DANI???? Okay that’s gonna screw a ton of stuff up… I get that Mack and Gina have “chemistry” and I sincerely doubt that Gina will like him more than Ricky but Mack definitely has a lil something for Gina and I don’t want him to screw up what Gina and Ricky have, especially since Ricky is finally happy you know? But good for Gina , she’s gonna get out into the world and be amazing, I know it!! And Ricky is gonna support her no matter what… because that’s what Richard freaking Bowen does. And I love him for it. holy crap this better not screw things up.

[stillstuckin2000spunkrock]

My Thoughts While Watching AWOW for the first and 2nd time

I can’t state how much I love this movie, and I honestly thought I’d share with you some of the more comedic opinions and thoughts I had while watching the movie😂

Spider lowkey reminds me of Eli/Hawk from Cobra Kai💀 Both act like they’re the shit (Spider acting like a Navi) They also both mess shit up 

Spiders hair is not a vibe

Bro Tuk is so fucking precious 🫶

THE BABIES. THE BABY NAVI. JUST SO CUTE WITH THEIR LIL CHUBBY FACES😭🥹

Imma about ready to jump through the screen and kill Quaritch myself

Why does that one bald guy on Quaritch’s team keep saying “Hoo-ra” like it’s some badass saying. It just sounds dumb😑 Like bro stfu no one asked

Neytiri be looking like a goddess as always💋💅

Couldn’t tell Neteyam and Lo’ak apart until Lo’ak tied his hair back

Started out think Lo’ak was cute then switched to Neteyam💀

Kiri is gorgeous🫶

Bro I’d literally sell my soul to be as beautiful as Tsireya😭 Like omg Bailey Bass did an amazing job❤️

Bro not Jake being a military dad😩

Jake calling his daughters “Baby girl” got my mind wandering.. Literally kicking and squealing in my head when this happened🤭

Second time seeing the movie I was with my boyfriend and he knows I think Jake/ Sam Worthington is hot so when Jake said that I looked at him and man’s face was so done with me💀👍

Why is man bun guy a dick

Mmm okay he’s got anger issues and he’s kinda fineee🥵

Aonung is my new fav and if he dies I will feel personally targeted since my original favorite already died

I want an Ilu… Just I need one

When the Sky People started to hunt the Tulkun I got flashbacks to Free Willy💀🐋

Anyone else notice the fish that looked like ballsacks when they first appeared briefly?

Aonung being pulled by his ear by Neteyam🫢😮‍💨

When the boat tipped in the final battle it was giving Titanic meets Pearl Harbor🌊

I cant even explain how pissed I am that Spider saved Quaritch… Like bro just basically verified Jake will die by the hands of him. LIKE DID BRO NOT GET THAT NONE OF THIS WOULDVE HAPPENED HAD HE NOT EXISTED. LIKE WHY DO YOU THINK JAKE KILLED HIM DIPSHIT (I apologize if you love Spider.. I just clearly have some issues with his character)🙄😡

Jake has it rough. Like throw the poor man a bone. He had to give up his place as chief which he worked so hard for, leave his old life behind and the place where he found love and had his children, lose his eldest and firstborn son whom he only ever really told to act more mature and never showed affection to, and now will have to battle that same asshole with the scar all over again!😤😞

Okay but when Neteyam died I was sobbing. Like y’all I had no tissue so it was just running all down my face. LIKE BRUH CANT JUST DO THAT😭😫😖😢

THE FLASHBACK WITH BABY NETEYAM YALL IM CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT🥲🤧

Like c‘mon Neteyam get an ice pack and walk it off👏

One of my favorite movies✅

[ptergwen]

no sleep

pairing: singer!reader x tom holland || w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and many many many suggestive jokes

summary: you’re on jimmy kimmel to talk about your music, but he has other plans

a/n: y’all i’ve literally always wanted to write singer!reader and this idea just came to me and i had to get it out because it’s so cute :,) i really hope ya like it

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jimmy kimmel invited you onto his show to promote a single from your upcoming album. you stepped out of the spotlight for a while, so this is your first official appearance of the year.

“my first guest tonight...” there’s a cheer from the audience. you grin to yourself, waiting for jimmy to finish announcing you.

“you wanna say it for me?” he chuckles and stands your picture up on his desk. “my first guest tonight surprised fans this morning with her new single ‘no sleep.’ it’s currently number one in over seventy countries.” jimmy holds for applause, which you get a ton of. you cover your hot face with your hands.

“she’s here to talk to us about the song and her short hiatus. please welcome y/n y/l/n!”

the music plays while you walk onstage, followed by more cheers and clapping. you’re beaming as you wave to everyone. you give jimmy a quick hug and exchange hello’s over the noise.

you’ve been in the industry for a few years, but you’ll never get used to responses like this. all the love really warms your heart.

“thank you!” you giggle out, taking your seat on the couch. the audience yells some more when the music dies out. “thank you so much! oh my god,” you make a face at jimmy, who laughs and gestures to everyone. “they clearly hated the song,” he jokes to you. “i was gonna say,” you agree, smoothing your dress down.

you look out at the crowd with a pout. “no, seriously. you guys are so cute.” jimmy copies your pout, earning a playful eye roll from you.

you’ve been on the show a couple of times before, so you two are friendly. tom has also brought you to chill backstage with him when he was a guest. you would’ve brought him this time if he wasn’t away for filming.

“so, you took most of the year off from making music,” jimmy starts the actual conversation. “mhm, i did,” you hum and cross one of your legs over the other. “how was that? was it weird not being in the studio?” you scrunch your face up, then he adds another question. “what did you actually do with yourself?”

“i mean, music is obviously a big part of who i am. making it, loving it, all that stuff.” a small smile crosses your face. “so, yeah. it sort of felt like something was missing at first.” jimmy nods along, you shrugging one of your shoulders.

“at the same time, i really needed to take a minute and just breathe. come back with my shit more together. i think i have,” you let out a reflective sigh. “it didn’t have anything to do with your boyfriend? a mr. tom holland?” jimmy teases, you waving a hand at him. “no, don’t give him all the credit.”

your break genuinely was for yourself. no one needs to know that tom was also off, or that he spent all his free time with you. that was just a plus.

“are you sure? because, it seemed like you two were getting really cozy.” a picture from your instagram pops up on the screen. it’s of tom under a blanket. he’s reaching out for you with a lazy smile. you lean over on the couch so you’re off camera, another giggle escaping you.

jimmy flips to another picture. “that was exhibit A. here’s exhibit B.” the whole audience coos, jimmy raising his eyebrows at you. this one is a mirror selfie from tom’s instagram. your arms are slung around his neck from behind, and half your face is hidden. tom is doing his signature eye crinkling smile into the camera.

“aren’t they just adorable?” jimmy asks the audience, making them erupt in more cheers. you sit up again and clear your throat. seeing those is bittersweet for you. “he’s very cuddly. anyway, back to the music!” you do a small clap. little do you know, there’s much more to come.

“yes, yes. back to the music. talk to me about ‘no sleep.’” the song is one hundred percent about tom. you’re not sure you should say that, considering the... explicit content in it. you and tom did get very cozy over your break, as jimmy would say. it was the only time you weren’t relaxing.

“well,” you plaster on an overly happy smile. that earns more laughter from jimmy. “it’s about what you do in bed when you’re, um, not sleeping,” you explain. “and who do you do those things in bed with?” jimmy glances up at the screen again. “you’re choosing violence today, jimmy,” you say under your breath.

there’s a chuckle from backstage that sounds eerily similar to tom’s. it must have been a PA. all this talk about him is seriously fucking with your head.

“well, everyone in my life inspires my work in some way. they’re such angels,” you dodge the question, thinking you’re clever about it. jimmy won’t let you get off that easy. “friends? family?” he asks you. “yeah, everyone,” you exhale in relief. jimmy widens his eyes at you. “so, that means ‘no sleep’ is about your mom?”

your mouth falls open. he’s really going to make you spill the details of your sex life.

“what the fuck, no!” you squeal, looking out into the audience for help. they join in your laughter. “it’s about tom,” you finally confirm so jimmy doesn’t suggest anything else. “it’s about tom, my god. next topic.” you’re smiling despite yourself.

“why? don’t you wanna tell us more about your lover?” jimmy glances off to the side. what is going on back there? you sit up straighter in your spot. “no, this is my interview!” you’re half joking, half serious.

although you and tom aren’t private at all, you’ve never talked about him this much. it’s overwhelming. besides that, this is making you miss him a lot.

“that’s too bad. we thought... we thought you might like to share it,” jimmy is already grinning about whatever he has planned. this isn’t supposed to be part of your segment. “huh? i’m literally so lost.” you furrow your eyebrows at him, lowering your voice. “we didn’t talk about this.”

he pats the arm of your couch. “they say there’s no time like the present. ladies and gentlemen, tom holland!”

on cue, tom runs out from backstage. the audience practically roars with how loud they are. people even jump out of their seats. you clasp a hand over your mouth in pure shock. this feels like a prank, like jimmy is about to say sike. then, tom comes up to the couch. you almost fall over, jimmy proudly watching on.

tom grins so wide it takes up his whole face. “happy release day,” he murmurs as you get to your feet. you’re not able to speak just yet, only staring up at him with glossy eyes. he brings you into a tight hug. his hands rub up and down your back, your arms snaking around his middle.

“tommy,” you try to whisper the nickname. you forgot your microphone is on. everyone “aw’s” at you both, including jimmy. “my love,” tom’s lips brush your cheek briefly. “hi, baby,” he speaks into your ear. you hide your face in his button up while he rocks you side to side.

he’s been away for a couple of months working on the third spider-man. this is the first time you’ve seen him since he left.

“shouldn’t you be in atlanta?” you ask louder this time for the audience to hear. you’re still doing an interview. “today’s a big day. i had to see you,” tom gives you one last squeeze. “in person,” he adds, before you can say you already facetimed.

the fact that him and jimmy put this whole thing together is making you emotional. you’d be fully crying if you two were alone right now.

“she doesn’t want you here, though. remember?” jimmy chimes in, tom breathing out a laugh. he sadly lets go of you. you flop back onto the couch, tom pointing behind him with his thumb. “i’ll just be on my way. five hour flight, no big deal.” “no, no, no, no. stay,” you whine and make grabby hands at him.

that’s all it takes for tom to slip into the spot next to you. he bites back a smile, putting an arm around you and the couch. you don’t want to annoy everyone with too much pda, so you subtly curl into his side. the people actually love you and tom together. jimmy claps his hands.

“we’ll be right back with y/n y/l/n and tom holland!” he says into the camera, the band playing more filler music. he steps out from behind the desk to greet tom. tom stands up, the two of them giving each other pats on the back. the camera stops rolling.

“hey, man. thanks for doing this,” tom puts a hand on jimmy’s arm. “anything for the happy couple. i’m gonna get some water, see you in five.” jimmy shoots you another smile on his way to his dressing room. you return it. that leaves you and tom to yourselves.

“baby,” you say in a sing song voice, dropping your head onto tom’s shoulder. “i’m so happy you’re here. i real life almost peed when you came out.” tom snakes his arm around your waist. “that would be upsetting,” he mumbles, his index finger drawing circles on you. “it would’ve ruined your very pretty dress.”

“you like it?” you knowingly tug at the form fitting material. tom shifts in his spot. “i’ll tell you what,” he leans in closer to you with a smirk, his breath tickling your ear. “we’re getting no sleep tonight,” he sings from the chorus of your song. you burst into a giggle and squeeze your eyes shut.

he ends up being right.

[mingishoe]

𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 | 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 [25]

Summary: You finally spend some time with Seonghwa alone.

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Genre: Social Media AU, Smut, Hints of Fluff and Angst but not really

Word Count: 7k

Warning: Party scene, alcohol consumption

Smut Warning: Dom!Seonghwa Sub!Reader (not in a particular order) Heavy flirting, friendly teasing on both ends, making out, public sex? Not really cuz they’re just outside and no one else is, handjob, oral (m&f), fingering, slight finger sucking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, breeding/impreg kink, praise, cum play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, drooling, dumbification and degrading, I think that’s it…

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You were putting the last touches on your makeup, double, even triple-checking to make sure you looked good. You had a white silk dress on with lace accents along your waist and chest.

You were nervous about literally 20 different things, but you’ve never been more excited at the same time. You heard a honk outside signaling that Wooyoung was here to pick you up. You quickly rushed to grab your things to put in your purse before you made your way outside.

As soon as you stepped outside Wooyoung vigorously honked the horn as Mingi whistled at you loudly, “Damnnn! You were right- you are hot!” You covered your face in embarrassment as Mingi stuck his head out the window.

“Okay- okay shut up and move over.” You stood at the door waiting to get in.

“Sure you wouldn’t rather sit on my lap…” Mingi winked at you before Jongho smacked him on the back of the head.

“Just let her get in! I’m ready to go party!” Wooyoung complained, making Mingi move over with a pout.

“It’s okay babe, at least you look hot. Would totally fuck.” You wink at Mingi with a small smile.

“Close your ears Jongho and Wooyoung, don’t look in the rearview mirror. We’re gonna fuck back here.” You snort loudly before you hit Mingi on the arm, “What?! You’re the one who said-”

“Maybe tonight.” You wink jokingly at Mingi before the four of you begin to talk. You mostly stay out of the conversation, worrying about how many celebrities could possibly be there. Mingi and Jongho are decently well known and Wooyoung is hot so he’ll fit right in, but you… you’re just there.

“Y/n… Look at me.” Mingi’s voice was soft as he scooted next to you. He wrapped an arm around you before kissing you on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”

“Will you stay with me?” You held onto Mingi as you looked at him with a worried expression.

Mingi almost wanted to laugh but he could tell you were actually nervous so all he did was rub your arm and agree, “Y/n, babe, you know damn well once you get a drink…” Mingi raised his eyebrows knowingly at you.

“Okay but-” you laughed loudly as you realized he was right, “Okay yeah but like I can’t get there and get drunk right away!” You were honestly ready to get there and go straight to the bar, but you gotta wait at least an hour to fully go in. “But how am I supposed to be in the same place as so many famous people?! I’m not famous! I just happen to know someone who is-”

“I’m not famous either.” Mingi blinked at you seriously.

“Okay but technically you are! And- And look at you!” You exclaimed as you checked Mingi out.

“Look at you!” Mingi’s voice turns into a whisper, “The dress does nothing for the imagination.” You bite your lip as you smile softly as Mingi lets his fingers trail over the lace that’s hardly covering your boobs.

“Please- you’re so hot.” You jokingly lean in like you’re going to kiss him and when he leans in too you squeal and giggle as you push him away.

The two of you joke around for a little bit longer before the car stops. When you look out the window you pull up to where a man is standing, “Does he have fucking valet parking?! How rich can someone be, Jesus Christ!” “Is this his house? There’s no way- it’s way too big!” Your eyes were wide as the four of you looked at each other in amazement.

Wooyoung is the first to get out of the car quickly following the rest of you. You watch as the car gets driven away and the four of you stand there awkwardly, feeling completely out of place.

“Okay- Okay, come on! We got this. We’re all hot. We can fit in.” Wooyoung attempts to hype the four of you up. Mingi nods and takes your hand in his as he makes his way into the house.

As soon as you step in, your entire body vibrates from the volume of the music, “Isn’t this more like a club than a party regular celebrities would go to?!” Mingi nods as the two of you look around. Jongho and Wooyoung made their way behind you and their mouths dropped.

As the four of you are standing in the entryway you jump as someone wraps their arm around you. Your head snaps to the figure next to you and you let out a breath of relief as you see Hongjoong.

You turn to hug Hongjoong with a bright smile, “Did y’all just get here?”

You nod as you pull away, “Yeah. Uhh, we just feel a little bit weird…”

Hongjoong laughs softly as he nods, “It’s okay! Follow me, I’ll take you somewhere where you can hang out.”

The four of you nod and let Hongjoong lead. Wooyoung pulls you back towards him, “That’s Hongjoong?” You nod, “Yeah I get it.” You look at Wooyoung with a confused expression, “Why everyone thinks he’s so hot. And why you-” “Okayyy- Yeah.” Wooyoung laughs loudly at your panicked expression.

Hongjoong leads you into a back room and it’s already 10x quieter, “Whenever you’re ready y’all can go out and just come back whenever you want to if you need a break, okay?” Hongjoong smiled at you and you nodded, “Okay. I’m gonna go find Seonghwa so he can come say hi. Mingi, Do you wanna come with me?”

You smiled knowingly as he looked at you. He had already told you he’d stick with you and now Hongjoong was wanting him to go with him. You nodded with a wink so Mingi would know you were okay with him leaving, “I’ll find you later.”

Mingi nods and leaves with Hongjoong and you laugh softly, “He’s not coming back-” and you flop down onto the sofa that’s in there.

“You’re staying here?!” Jongho looks at you with an exasperated expression when you nod, “What happened to wanting to get drunk and party?”

You laugh, “I’ll wait for Seonghwa.”

“And what if Hongjoong didn’t tell him? Why don’t we go and find him instead?” Jongho holds his hand out in offering. You huff and stand up and walk with Wooyoung and Jongho and as soon as you move to open the door, it swings open.

You flinch back and you stand there with a shocked expression, “Oh! I’m sorry- I didn’t know you were right there.” Seonghwa brings you into a hug and rubs his hand down your back before he pulls away when he notices Jongho and Wooyoung standing there. He takes Jongho into a side hug before he turns to Wooyoung, “I’m Seonghwa, Nice to meet you. You’re y/n’s friend?” Wooyoung nods and introduces himself and Seonghwa finally takes a step back to take in the three of you.

His eyes scan Jongo and Wooyoung before they stop on you. Mingi was right, the dress you were wearing left nothing to the imagination and it was obvious from the look you were getting.

You glanced at Wooyoung and he was looking at you with a smirk and you suddenly gained a surge of confidence that you usually would never get unless you’d been drinking, “Do you like it?” Seonghwa’s eyes never leave your figure as he nods, “It’s new. Thought it was cute.”

“Cute? Yeah- yeah, it’s nice.” Seonghwa finally lets his gaze break from your body as he looks at the pretty smile you’re flashing at him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, “I want you to meet someone.”

You let Seonghwa guide you into the crowd as you curiously look around, trying to see if you saw anyone else who you recognize and your curiosity rises once he stops at the bar, “Hey, Yunho. Yeosang.”

Your eyes widen at the names and as they turn around your mouth drops.

“Oh my god!” The three of you all simultaneously exclaim as you look at each other.

“Oh, holy shit! You’re Y/n right?” Your hand slaps over your mouth as Yunho says your name, “It’s about time we met you!”

“Oh- Oh my god- yeah. Uh Yeah, my name’s Y/n. It’s really nice to meet the two of you!” You reached your hand out but instead, Yunho stood up to hug you before Yeosang did the same.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You thought about it for a while, not sure if it was too early to get drunk.

“Just something light.” Yunho nods and turns to order you a drink.

Yeosang leans in to talk to you, “It’s been nice to meet you. Yunho and I have heard lots about you and we were getting excited to meet you.”

You cover your face in embarrassment because you know that both Seonghwa and Hongjoong have talked about you, “All good things right?” Yeosang laughs as he nods, “Yeah- I mean… I don’t want to be weird or anything but yeah, I know who y’all are and this is really exciting. Not to be weird.”

Yeosang smiles brightly as he nods, “No it’s okay! It’s nice. Usually not too many people make a big deal over us.”

You pout, “No! Really?! You’re so cool and like hot so-” You gestured to the both of Yeosang and Yunho.

Yunho turned around just in time as he handed you your drink, “If we’re hot, what are you?” Your face gets hot as a smile slowly makes its way on your face, “That dress is something else.” Yunho winks at you with a pretty smile before he taps Yeosang and points to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa had remained quiet the entire time and you had forgotten he was beside you, “I guess Seonghwa thinks so too.”

As you’re taking a drink, you turn to look at Seonghwa and you can’t help but laugh loudly as you turn to look back at Yunho and Yeosang. Seonghwa had been leaning on the bar with his eyes glued to you, “He said it was cute.”

The two boys burst out laughing and Yeosang slaps Seonghwa on the arm, “Maybe be a little bit less obvious about your eye-fucking.”

Seonghwa broke his gaze and looked at Yeosang, “What?”

You tried to stop yourself from laughing by downing the rest of your drink before ordering another. You let the three boys talk for a minute as you sipped on your second drink already before your head snapped up. You totally left Jongho and Wooyoung alone back there and Mingi is probably blowing Hongjoong’s back out somewhere.

It had only been about 5 minutes so you’re sure they’re not too far away from where they originally were. You look around for a minute trying to see if you can find them and you see the two of them making their way to the bar. You wave your hand in their direction as they walk towards you, “You came to get drunk without me?! I cannot believe you-”

You laugh and jokingly hit Wooyoung, “This is only my second drink.”

Wooyoung takes the drink from you to give it a taste, “This has like no alcohol in it- what’re you doing?”

The 4 others are laughing at the interaction between you and Wooyoung, “Wooyoung! I’m not trying to get drunk right away- we just got here!”

Wooyoung shakes his head distastefully and orders 6 shots, one for each of you, “Looks like the party is here.” Yunho smiled at Wooyoung’s enthusiasm as he patted his back. The bartender handed each of you the shots and Yunho counts down for y’all to down them at once.

You wink to Jongho, knowing that you two have the highest tolerance out of your group and actively compete to see who could drink the most. The 6 of you simultaneously downed the shots as Yunho got to 1. The liquid burned the back of the throat as you smiled. Now that you have some proper alcohol in your system, you’re going to keep going.

Wooyoung laughs as he leans next to Seonghwa, “If you want her, you're gonna have to get her to stop.”

Seonghwa, Yunho, and Yeosang looked at the two curiously as there were 6 shots in front of you and Jongho, “They’re not gonna drink all of those are they?”

Wooyoung stands back and nods proudly, “Yep. They have a thing going. She’ll be fine.”

Yeosang’s mouth drops open, “She’ll be fine?! She won’t get like- oh my god” All three of their mouths simultaneously dropped as you consecutively downed all 3 shots before you flipped Jongho off, “Is she not going to get like… I don’t know? Shitfaced?”

Wooyoung shook his head, “Just don’t let her get past 6. That’s when she starts to get drunk. She’ll just be tipsy for now.”

“Okay- Okay Jongho. I told you I’m not getting drunk within the first hour!” You stopped Jongho from ordering any more drinks with a smack to his arm.

You turn back to the rest of the guys with a lopsided smile and they look at you with wide eyes. Seonghwa takes hold of your arm and pulls you next to him.

You were still a little bit tense, but you shouldn’t think about San right now. You looked at Wooyoung and he knew exactly what you were thinking about. He slowly shook his head and you turn to look at Seonghwa.

As you look up, he’s already looking down at you. The two of you maintain eye contact and your heart speeds up as he smiles at you. You look away with hot cheeks as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and leans in to whisper to you, “Do you know where Hongjoong is?”

You laugh softly, “He went with Mingi.” You wink at Seonghwa and his eyes widen as he nods.

“Hey, Seonghwa!” Both you and Seonghwa turn around as a voice calls out. Your eyes wide when you see Chan and Jisung standing there. They typically work with Hongjoong so you weren’t expecting them to be here.

Seonghwa moved to greet them before you waved at them. They smiled at you before they made their way to the bar to get a drink and greet the rest of the boys.

Some hours passed by and the lot of you made way to sit down where most people had more or less stayed away from.

Stories were being told and the room was filled with laughter. There were cups around with who knows what in it along with a couple of bottles whatever alcohol Wooyoung was able to grab as y’all came in here. You haven’t drunk anything else and only watched as everyone else did.

A loud laugh comes into the room making everyone turn their head to the noise and you laugh loudly as Hongjoong and Mingi walk in, “Have fun?”

“Shut up.” Mingi laughs and slaps you on the arm. Hongjoong sits down next to you and you elbow him in amusement. Mingi stands there for a minute until you finally realize there’s nowhere for him to sit.

“Oh- here go ahead and sit here.” You stand up and Hongjoong and Seonghwa scoot over so Mingi could take your place.

“Where’re you gonna sit then?”

“Your lap is free right?” You pat Mingi’s thigh before you attempt to sit there.

As you’re about to sit down, Seonghwa pulls you towards him, “Mine is free too.”

You grab one of the bottles on the table before you wrap your arm around him. His arm wraps around your waist and his hand rests on your inner thigh. Wooyoung is highly amused as he drinks straight from the bottle of vodka, “Getting bold these days, huh Seonghwa?” Wooyoung was obviously drunk… so much for being the designated driver.

“You know one time we were at this club and Y/n and Jongho were doing their thing and then like 7 shots later there were like four people doing body shots off of her.” Your eyes widened and you kicked Wooyoung for randomly telling that story.

“Wooyoung! Why would you tell them that?!” You laughed in disbelief before you took a swig out of the bottle you were holding. Seonghwa tries to take it from you but you stop him with a smirk, “Want some?”

When he nodded, you straddled him and took another drink. You held his face in your hand and connected your lips with his. His hands went to grip onto your waist tightly as the liquid was transferred.

There was loud hollering and screaming as the two of you kissed. You held back a smile as Seonghwa sucked lightly on your tongue. Seonghwa’s hands slid down from your waist to grip onto your ass.

“Y/n- Why are y’all making out in front of everyone?!” Mingi was laughing so hard and hitting your side causing you to pull away and start laughing with him.

Everyone is both shocked and amused including Seonghwa. His eyes are dark and his mouth is parted slightly as he watches you laugh with a bright smile.

Yeosang’s mouth was wide as he looked at Seonghwa in complete disbelief, “Since when were you two that close?!”

You shrugged as you giggled, “He’s seen my Twitter.” You knew that Seonghwa knew you weren’t drunk so there was really no excuse for kissing him but it didn’t seem like he minded. Because honestly, the way Seonghwa was looking at you the entire time you’ve been here only gave you confidence.

Yunho, who was also pretty drunk, cried out, “Hey, one person here has already gotten their dick wet. Why not make it two?”

“Yunho shut up or get out “ everyone burst out in laughter as Seonghwa got flustered.

You bit your lip as you leaned in to whisper to Seonghwa, “Or we can get out of here?” Seonghwa’s grip tightened on your thigh as he nodded.

Suddenly Wooyoung’s phone rings and he looks at you, “It’s San.” He lets out a huff before he answers it, “Hey San!”

You roll your eyes as Wooyoung talks to San on the phone, “She’s right here… why?” He looks up at you, “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

You make a face as you shrug, “It’s on silent and I’m trying to have fun here.” Wooyoung opens his mouth and you immediately stop him, “And no I don’t want to talk to him.”

Wooyoung laughs, “San you’re ruining everyone’s mood! I’m gonna- what do you mean you’re on your way?! It’s too late- What happened to not wanting to come?” Suddenly Wooyoung’s face turned serious.

You turned to Seonghwa and tilted your head before you stood up, “We’ll be back.” The boys look at you with wide eyes and San on the phone doesn’t stop him from winking at you as he gives you a thumbs up.

“We’ll be outside. Then maybe somewhere else… I dunno.” Seonghwa announces to whoever is curious before the two of you leave.

Seonghwa leads you outside and lets out a sigh of relief when there’s no one else there. You make your way a little bit further into the backyard before Seonghwa pulls you against him as he leans on the side of the house, “Fuck- are you okay?”

You look at Seonghwa with a puzzled look, “Yeah..?”

“No it’s just that from all the other times we’ve talked, you’re not as… bold. You’re not drunk, right? Because I don‘t-“ you cut Seonghwa off.

“No. I’m not. I’m okay. Just gotta shoot my shot eventually, right?” You tilt your head at Seonghwa and look at him with the most innocent look you could muster.

“Who’s San? Or whoever your friend was talking to?” Seonghwa held onto your hand as he slowly pulled you closer to him.

You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it.” Your arm snaked its way around Seonghwa and let your chest press against him.

Seonghwa took your face in his hand and his gaze fell to your lips, “You’re so pretty.” and with that, Seonghwa connected his lips to yours. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you held onto him tightly to ground yourself.

Seonghwa’s free hand slid down your back and gripped onto your ass. Your dress was riding up and Seonghwa definitely noticed. His hand trailed the bottom of your dress before you pulled away, “S-Someone is gonna see.”

“It’s okay, no one’s out here.” Seonghwa kissed you once more in reassurance as he let his hand trail underneath your dress. You squeezed your eyes shut and shoved your face in Seonghwa’s side. He trailed his fingers along with the lace of your panties before his finger dragged along your slit.

You let out a soft moan before you pulled Seonghwa’s hand away. He looked at you with a concerned expression, worried he did something wrong, but then he felt you undoing his belt. You looked incredibly focused as you undid his belt and the button to his pants. You looked up at him with expecting eyes.

As soon as Seonghwa nodded you dropped to your knees. You swiftly pull down his pants and boxers to reveal his cock. You inhale sharply and carefully take his cock in your hand. You shakily start to jerk him off and he laughs softly, “Are you nervous?”

You look at him with the same expression as you nod, “Just a little bit.”

He looks at you with soft eyes as he wraps his hand around yours and guides you to jerk him off. You let Seonghwa guide you until you can regain some confidence. Seonghwa’s hand starts to move faster after some time and your eyes are glued to his cock as it leaks precum.

You swallow harshly and you shake Seonghwa’s hand off of yours as you swiftly take his cock in your mouth. Seonghwa is surprised by your sudden movement and he jerks harshly in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

Seonghwa lets out a deep groan and you hold back a smile as you take all of Seonghwa’s cock. You focused on your breathing as you swallowed around his cock, “Oh my god- fuck-” You felt your confidence growing from Seonghwa’s reactions. You pulled his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve gotten something good, huh?” Your teasing tone made Seonghwa’s mouth drop open in amusement.

“Well- I can’t really-” you laugh as you cut him off.

“So… yeah? It’s been a while.” The way you were looking at him made Seonghwa feel about 20 different emotions at once.

“Shut up-” Seonghwa pushed his cock back in between your lips with a groan.

The two of you were so caught up in each other, neither of you heard the door open.

San had found Wooyoung at the bar and basically demanded him to take him where you were. Wooyoung objected because he knew exactly what the two of you were doing out there, but San continued to insist.

Wooyoung led San to the back doors and let him open them for himself, “San I’m being serious. Don’t go out there.” Wooyoung had managed to sober up in the span of 10 minutes and was dead serious. Even through all the stress, San had put everyone through, he doesn’t want him to get hurt because he’s being nosy.

Despite Wooyoung’s warnings, San opens the door and makes his way outside. Wooyoung followed behind him and felt relief when he didn’t see either of y’all, but then he heard a laugh followed by a deep groan.

Wooyoung tensed as he turned to the side and saw you on your knees in front of Seonghwa. You couldn’t really see, but anyone who wasn’t completely oblivious could tell what was happening.

San had taken a few more towards you and Wooyoung gripped onto his arm and pulled him back to the door, “San, no. What did I fucking tell you?” San shook his head like he was in disbelief and made another attempt to go back outside.

“No Wooyoung- But she- she- But we-” San refused to believe what he saw. Maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him. Maybe Wooyoung was mistaken and that was someone else. It had to be.

“San, come on. Leave them.” Wooyoung pat San’s arm and tilted his head, signaling for him to follow him.

You pull away from Seonghwa with furrowed eyebrows as you look towards the door, “Did you hear that?”

Seonghwa groans in annoyance, “No. No one’s there, it’s okay.” Seonghwa lets his fingers get tangled in your hair and slips his cock back in your mouth. You jerk off Seonghwa with one hand while you suck lightly on his tip. Your tongue swirls around his cock and your lips look so pretty wrapped around him.

Seonghwa’s stomach tightens and his grip on your hair is tight as his hips start to buck slightly, “You’re doing so good. You’re sucking my cock so well.” You smile as Seonghwa pets your head as he praises you.

Seonghwa’s words only encourage you as you lick your way up his cock before fully taking him. Your hand moved to gently roll and massage his balls as you looked up at him seductively. Your eyes are watering as his cock continuously hits the back of your throat and one of Seonghwa’s hands carefully takes your face in his hand, “Gonna cum.”

You nod as best as you can and as you look up at Seonghwa you could cum untouched. His face was flushed and sweat was dripping down to his neck and his head was thrown back with the prettiest face of pleasure. It was pathetic but the way Seonghwa looked caused a loud moan to rip from your throat.

The combination of your mouth and the vibrations were getting too much for Seonghwa to hold back. He gripped on your hair and pulled you down his cock as he came. Your hands went to grip onto Seonghwa’s thighs tightly as his cum shoots down your throat, “Fuck, Y/n- fucking take it. Take my cum.” You slowly pull away until only the tip is in your mouth and his cum drips down your chin as he pulls out.

Your eyes are glued on Seonghwa’s cock, “Do I turn you on that much? You’re still hard.” You say matter-of-factly as you smirk at Seonghwa. Your finger gently trails up and around the head of his cock causing him to let out a loud moan before he grips onto your wrist.

Seonghwa shoves himself back into his pants and pulls you up, “Come on.” Seonghwa guides you back inside and upstairs before he goes into the last room in the hallway.

Seonghwa swiftly lifts you and places you on the bed, “God- this fucking dress.” Seonghwa’s hands trail down your body, feeling every one of your curves.

“Cute isn’t it.” your teasing tone is only riling Seonghwa up further.

“It’s anything but cute-” Seonghwa gripped onto your thighs and spread your legs, “And by the time we’re done, that smart mouth of yours is gonna be gone.”

“Is it? I mean, you said yourself, you haven’t been with someone this good in a while. Sure you’ll be able to last.” You were pushing Seonghwa. You wanted to see how long it would take until he snapped.

“Will you? You sound very sure of yourself.” As Seonghwa spoke his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties before he slowly slid them down your legs.

“I can take whatever you give me.” You pulled Seonghwa closer to you as your voice lowered, “I’ll be a good girl for you.”

Seonghwa inhaled sharply before his fingers made contact with your soaked pussy. You immediately let out a loud whine and attempt to close your legs. Seonghwa scoffs and pulls your legs apart, “Aw, is it already too much for you?”

You shook your head and your hips bucked as his fingers began to circle your clit lightly, “No! No- please don’t stop.” Your entire body was hot and you couldn’t wrap your head around the situation you were in right now.

You had just sucked Park Seonghwa off and now he’s in between your legs. His touch felt 10x more intense than anyone else’s and you could already feel yourself becoming addicted to it.

His middle finger teases your leaking hole as he collects your cum and spreads it and before you can open your mouth to complain, his finger easily slips inside of you.

Seonghwa takes a fee experimental thrust before he slips his ring finger in, “God, you’re so fucking wet. You hear that?” He bit his lip in amusement as he thrust his fingers revealing the squelching noise coming from your soaked pussy.

Your legs were spread and you ground your hips against Seonghwa’s fingers with pretty moans falling from your lips. Your eyes are shut as you‘re only focusing on the feeling of Seonghwa. You’re so caught up in the feeling that you don’t even realize as Seonghwa’s head makes its way in between your legs.

Your legs immediately shut around his head and your eyes are wide as you cry out loudly. Your hand reaches in between your legs to grip onto Seonghwa’s hair, “S-Seonghwa! Ohmygod fuck! Please!”

Seonghwa’s tongue swirls around your clit as his fingers continue to pump inside of you. Your hips were bucking and grinding on Seonghwa’s mouth and his arm wraps around your hips to hold you down, “Stop fucking moving.”

You cried out loudly and your legs tightened around his head, “Se-Seonghwa! Seonghwa fuck! Pleasepleaseplease! G-Gonna cum!”

Seonghwa’s looking at you between your legs with sparkling eyes and your entire body tenses. Your legs start to shake and the moans you’re letting out are borderline pornographic as you cry out Seonghwa’s name.

Your eyes are watery as Seonghwa’s touch gets overwhelming. Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum. Seonghwa’s name is the only thing that falls from your lips like it’s the only word you know, “S-So good! Feels good!”

Seonghwa smirked against you as he licked up every drop of your cum. He lifted your hips slightly and slipped his fingers out of you. Your back arched and you pulled on his hair tightly as his tongue fucked into you, “Ah- Fuck Seonghwa! Please! Please Seonghwa!”

“Aw, what’s wrong? What do you need?” Seonghwa pulled away and looked at you with his lips and chin slick with your cum.

“I- I need you to fuck me! Please- please fuck me!” You needed Seonghwa more than anything. He was the only thing on your mind.

Seonghwa smirked at you with dark eyes as he lifted you. He messed with your zipper before he pulled it off of you, “Hey- D-Don’t rip it!”

“Fuck- I’ll buy you 10 more if you want. I’ll give you anything you want.” Seonghwa slipped the dress off of you and threw it to the side before he dipped down to kiss up to your stomach, chest, and neck until he got to your lips.

You pull him close by his belt loops and he attaches his lips to yours. You let out a soft moan as his tongue slipped in your mouth. You let out a soft moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands slipped down and pulled his pants off before you gripped onto his cock. His hand reached down to spread your legs as you guide his cock in between your legs.

You pulled away and your forehead was pressed against his, “I’ll fuck you now. I’ll fuck you good.” Seonghwa grabbed his cock from you and gently aligned it to your hole. With his free hand, Seonghwa held onto your waist as he slowly pushed himself into you.

Your mouth dropped open and you went to grip onto his biceps tightly as he bottomed out inside of you. Seonghwa was bigger than San. Seonghwa reached deep inside of you and stretched you out deliciously. Your mouth opened and closed as you wanted to tease him and push him further but only moans and whines were coming out, “Aw baby what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“No I- ah!” As you spoke Seonghwa started to thrust into you.

“Huh? What was that? Didn’t quite hear you. Did you say to fuck you harder?” Seonghwa let one hand down to rub at your clit while the other went to cup your boobs and play with your nipples.

You spread your legs further and wrapped them around his waist. You only then noticed you were fully naked whereas Seonghwa still had his button-up on. Your hands shakily move to undo the buttons as you moan and cry out loudly, “I- you- you have- take it off.”

Seonghwa looks down at you with amusement before stopping his thrusts to undo his buttons, “Wait no! D-Don’t stop!” You pathetically grind yourself down on his cock as he takes off his shirt. Your hands immediately go to his stomach and rub along his abs.

Seonghwa laughs teasingly, “You’re already so desperate. Are you sure you’re gonna be able to keep up with me? Because I don’t think so.”

You nod as Seonghwa’s thrusts increase in speed, “Uh uh. You can f-fuck me however long you want. I’ll take all your cum.” Your words make Seonghwa’s thrusts falter and his head fall back as he groans, “You like that, don’t you?”

Seonghwa’s thrusts were hard, hitting that special spot inside of you with every thrust. He increased the pressure on your clit and your legs were wrapped around Seonghwa tightly. He liked that, “S-So- So why don’t you fuck me all night? Hmm? Fill me with your cum. G-Give me so much that there’s no way I won’t get pregnant.”

Seonghwa’s eyes shut and sweat is dripping down the side of his face and neck. He grips onto one of your legs and presses it against your chest, thrusting his cock further into you, “R-Right there! Therethere! Your cock- ah! It’s so big! You- You’re fucking me so good! Please! It’s s-so good!”

You’re throbbing around Seonghwa’s cock and deep grunts and moans were so pretty and his voice rang in your ears. You were close. So close. Seonghwa’s touch made your entire body tingle and you pulled Seonghwa against you and pressed your lips against his.

You couldn’t even give Seonghwa a warning as you suddenly came. Seonghwa’s lips muffled your moans and whines before he pulled away, “Cumming.” You couldn’t even take a second to breathe when Seonghwa came.

As soon as you feel his cum shoot inside of you, you could’ve cum again. You hold Seonghwa against you tightly and his thrusts turn into slow grinding as he releases all of his cum. Seonghwa whispers something to you but your head is spinning and your ears are ringing.

Seonghwa attempts to pull out and you hold onto him tightly with wide eyes, “WaitWaitWait! No! I-”

Seonghwa is amused at how desperate you are, “S’Alright. We’re not done.” He pulled out of you and you desperately clench around nothing in an attempt to keep his cum inside of you. Seonghwa flips you on your stomach and grips onto your hips as he slams back into you.

“Ah fuck! Seonghwa! W-wait- too m-much! It- fuck please!” You try to pull away from the overstimulation but Seonghwa holds onto your hands and uses them as leverage for his thrusts.

Tears are falling staining your cheeks with mascara, “Is it too much? Is my big cock too much for you? Thought you could go all night?”

You find the energy to laugh at Seonghwa, “D-Don’t flatter yourself. I-I’m fine. Oh god!” Seonghwa pulled out completely before slamming back into you before repeating it a couple more times, “Seonghwa! Don’t let it- Don’t let it come out!”

“Don’t let what come out?” Seonghwa attempts to pull out of you once again but you clench around him restricting him further causing a loud groan to be ripped from his throat.

You let out a choked sob as he let go of you and your arms gave out making your face get shoved into the pillow. Your voice was muffled but you still managed to cry out, “Y-Your cum! Don’t- Don’t let it out!”

“You’re such a pretty little cum slut.” Your moans and cries are muffled as you just take what Seonghwa gives you, “Only for me now. Look at yourself. Look how pathetic you look.” And you do. You look pathetic. Your ass is in the air as Seonghwa pounds into you. Your mascara and lipstick are completely smudged. Your face is buried in the pillow.

Seonghwa pulls you back up and your moaning incoherent pleads and mumbling things he couldn’t understand, “Yeah, I’m ruining this for you, aren’t I? I’m turning you into my cum slut.”

Your eyes were rolling back and your mouth was open in a silent moan as you came again. Seonghwa slipped his middle and ring finger into your mouth and you immediately began sucking on them. You were desperately pushing your ass back to meet Seonghwa’s thrusts, “Turning you into my dumb little slut.”

Seonghwa pressed down on your tongue, refraining you from responding, not that you could either way. You had completely gone limp and it was only Seonghwa keeping you upright. Your entire body was hot and shaking and if your mind wasn’t completely clouded with Seonghwa, you would be embarrassed about the spit that was dripping down Seonghwa’s fingers and hand, “Aw, poor girl. I fucked you stupid, didn’t I? My stupid girl.”

You’re uncontrollably throbbing around Seonghwa’s cock and his stomach and balls were tightened before he came. As he came, he pulled you flush against his chest and held onto you tightly. He shoved his head in your neck and you listened to his moans with a small smile. You had made Seonghwa feel good. That was the only thing you wanted.

At this point, the mixture of all of yours and Seonghwa’s cum was completely overflowing and dripping down your thighs making you whine quietly, “Hwa- It’s dripping out!”

“Gonna have to pull out baby.” You make a sound of protest but don’t stop Seonghwa from pulling out. You cringe as all the cum starts dripping out of you, staining your thighs and the bedsheet.

Seonghwa lays you down and you lay completely limp with your eyes shut, “Are you okay?” You hum softly as you nod, “Here, open your mouth.”

Before you follow Seonghwa’s instructions you open your eyes in amazement, “How are you still hard?!”

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.” You scoff but you open your mouth for Seonghwa regardless, “But you were right. I can’t remember the last time I… you know. Much less with someone this good.”

Seonghwa slips his cock past your lips and you let out a soft moan as you taste the mixture of cum on his cock, “Just clean it off and I’m done.” You nod mindlessly as your tongue swirls around him, making sure to get all the cum off.

Seonghwa reaches down to push your hair off of your face and he looks at you with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, “You did well, baby. Let me go get something to clean you with.”

Seonghwa slips himself out of your mouth and attempts to move off the bed but you grab onto his wrist with glossy eyes, “Don’t go.”

Seonghwa smiles and kisses you on the forehead, “I’ll be right back, promise.”

You force your eyes open as you watch Seonghwa make his way around the room into the conjoined bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean you off with. Seonghwa first holds your face gently as he carefully wipes your cheeks and eyes from your smudged makeup before going in between your legs and cleaning your cum covered thighs and pussy. You see Seonghwa looking at the bedsheet and you shake your head and pull him on the bed next to you.

He wraps his arms around you with a smile as he pulls you on top of him. Nothing is said as he runs his hands through your hair and rubbing your back in a comforting manner. You rest your head in his neck before you give it a few kisses as you giggle.

“Y/n?” Seonghwa’s voice is soft as he calls you. You hum softly for him to continue, “Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?”

You smile against his neck before you speak up teasingly, “Are we not hanging out right now?”

“You know what I mean. Like by ourselves. We can maybe get some dinner?” Seonghwa looks around the room awkwardly.

“Like a date? Sure. I’ll go on a date with you.” You tilt Seonghwa’s head towards you before you give him a soft kiss.

It’s quiet for a few moments before Seonghwa laughs, “Guess all the times you called me baby daddy means something now.”

You snort and hit his chest softly, “That wasn’t funny.”

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[buckyismybicycle]

CHAPTER 8

Pairing: WS!Bucky x Reader [AO3 LINK] Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: canon-typical violence, canon-divergent, angst, fluff, music soothes the soul y’all, soft boi Bucky, all the sex Summary:  You happen to get caught in the Winter Soldier’s attack one day, but you don’t expect to ever see him again. You definitely don’t expect him to show up at your home, bleeding. You definitely, definitely don’t expect to want to go on the run with him. A/N:  We’re not going to talk about how late this is, alright? *immediately starts queueing the rest*

I don’t even care it was out of deleri delirium from dehydration. She said “I love you” to me, and she let me touch her. Hold her. I wanted to never let her go.

Now that you both knew what it felt like, it seemed to open Pandora’s Box, and both of you were trying not to be the one to jump the trigger. The exercise in self-restraint was causing a ridiculous amount of tension, sharp and electric everytime you looked at each other. It’s almost too exciting. You two dance around each other during the day, a part of Bucky still cautious. He does not want to be caught with his pants down. Literally.

But he is still (mostly) human, and can only resist you for so long. You were soaking in the waters, washing the day’s sweat and grime off, when his hands began removing his clothing on their own accord. He squashes the part of him that says keep a lookout and comes up behind you.

“Ah!” You squealed, surprised by his sudden boldness. His hands start at your hips but they skim up your side and you shiver.

“Bucky,” you whisper, letting your head fall back on his broad chest.

“I want,” he starts, but bites his lip like he’s afraid to finish his sentence.

“Tell me,” you urge him. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” It almost surprises how much you mean that, and how easily you say it.

“I - god, I want you.”

“You have me,” you try to chase away the fear in his voice, like he’s afraid to want. “I’m all yours.” You turn around in his arms so you can tell him again, looking into those angelic eyes of his. Your words spur something in him, his arms pick you up and it lights a fire in your chest when he walks you backwards to one of the large boulders closer to the coast, surrounded by the shade of trees overhead. He pins you against it with nothing but his hips, and now that the water is only up to Bucky’s hips, the water lapping at you every now and then, goosebumps break out all over your skin and your nipples begin to pebble as his hands roam over every inch of you.

“Mine,” he whispers against your neck as he finally places his hands under you again and you think he’s about to push himself inside you but he hoists you further up on this giant slab of rock. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders mostly resting on his arms which are braced on either side of your hips and you vibrate out of your skin as he looks up at you, a new mischievous glint in his eyes. Holy shit is he about to -

“Oh my God!” You yell as he takes his first taste of you. Your hands automatically find their way into his hair, because you really aren’t hanging onto anything at all, completely suspended up in the air by Bucky’s sheer strength. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, especially when he dives back in, his tongue dragging sensually against your folds and making slow circles around your clit. Your legs tense at the onslaught of his mouth, your orgasm building fast. He closes his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks, causing you to spasm, your hands accidentally tugging on the strands entwined around them.

You’re about to apologize but Bucky just moans against you and you could swear you’d died and gone to the promised land. He leaves his metal arm braced against the rock, but his other hand comes between you so that he can slip a finger inside you, working you in time with his licks.

“M’so - close,” you manage to get out. Bucky acknowledges by slipping a second finger in and curling them to find your sweet spot and does something downright illegal with his tongue. The combination is too much to handle, and you come with a strangled cry, heels digging into Bucky’s back and nails scratching his scalp.

“You taste like heaven, sweetheart,” Bucky murmurs more to your clit than to you and you let out a shaky laugh.

“You’re amazing you know that,” you say softly, looking down into the deep pools of ocean blue looking up at you, pupils blown wide. You try to stroke your fingers through his hair in apology for tugging so hard. He takes your weight so he doesn’t slide your back down the rock but you don’t make any move to get out. Your hands travel down his pecs, his abs that twitch under your touch, down to his waist. You take him in your hand, and start off loose and gentle, your other hand resting underneath the base, cradling his balls. He crowds closer, his forehead resting against yours, hands on either side. When you tighten your grip and pick up the pace, you can hear rock crumbling behind you where his hands are boxing you in against the rock. It’s unnervingly hot and you try not to get distracted from your goal.

He groans, and his eyes are screwed shut as you turn your wrist to adjust your grip, going at a much faster pace now. Your other hand gently squeezes, one finger tracing along his perineum, feeling his balls tighten in your palm.

“That’s it, Buck, you’re so close, I can tell,” you whisper. He drops his head to your shoulder, a whine in the back of his throat. “Come for me, Buck, please, let me see you come all over me.” You’ve never been one to talk in bed, but Bucky brings out a confidence that you never had before. Determined, you keep up the pace, and go just a tad tighter.

His hips jerk, and his teeth clamp down on your shoulder at the same time you feel a hot splash against your tummy and along your arm. You can feel it run down your body and it feels filthy in the best way possible. You don’t even register the bite until after, when he licks it in apology clearly having left a mark. He shudders when you stroke him softly twice more, just to milk him for all he’s worth. You drop your hands in the water to clean them briefly before bringing them back up to Bucky’s face and kissing him tenderly.

“Can’t believe you’re mine, darling, I must be dreaming,” he mumbles against your lips.

“All yours,” you happily agree, and clean yourself off for the second time that day.

It’s hard for him to keep his hands off you - up until this point, his personal possessions consisted of very few things. With you so effortlessly giving yourself over to him, letting him call you his, it stirs a possessiveness in him that he can’t shake. Even though nobody was around, even though there was no inclination that you felt otherwise, he couldn’t shake the fear of losing you. You were the single most precious thing to him.

And here on this deserted island right on the cusp of civilization, Bucky feels just a little bit of safety. Which in turn, makes him uneasy. You, mostly oblivious to his internal struggle, press against him, and your days are spent training or lazing about. Without feeling the bite of winter, you two are content to saunter around outside. You play tic tac toe in the sand, and draw stupid pictures into the muddiness on the coast.

One evening, when it starts turning to night, you sit by your fire, no longer cooking anything, but Bucky holds you close, your back to his chest as you sit between your legs, weaving palm trees absentmindedly into nonsensical shapes. You fold the leaves and braid them, just to have something to do before you lean your head back and Bucky kisses you just above the ear.

“Remember in Australia, when we’d train under the stars? It was simultaneously the most romantic and painful thing of my life.” His chest rumbles as he laughs, his breath warm against your neck.

“I remember every moment with you,” His voice is soft, so sincere you can’t help but nuzzle in closer to him, turning in his arms so you could see those beautiful eyes of his. Your hands come to his face, lightly, feeling absolute serenity.

“Moonlight of mine,” you whisper, following with a gentle kiss. When you break apart, he doesn’t let go.

“Sing for me?” he requests, all shy. His attention is so sizzling it almost gives you stage fright sometimes. But you can never say no to him. You think about your little fireplace and it reminds you of the college parties you’d been to, bonfire in the woods and you laugh out loud.

“Alright, so this song, god, how do I describe it? Everyone knows it. It’s like the first song anyone learns to play on the guitar, a staple at any drunken party. But, the lyrics are actually pretty sweet. Reminds me of you. Ready?” He nods, his beard scratching your neck. He wishes he could get you a guitar.

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Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now

Your voice always calms him, no matter what state he’s in. It’s so silky, soothing, he swears he can feel it in his bones, though truthfully he feels that way about everything you do.

And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall

That’s exactly how he feels - he knows he wants to say something (that he loves you too), he’s not really sure what the words he’s looking for are, but he wishes he could say them to you as easily as you said them to him.

I said maybe (I said maybe) You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all, you're my wonderwall I said maybe (I said maybe) You're gonna be the one that saves me (saves me) You're gonna be the one that saves me (saves me)

You did save him, you saved him from all of it. He thinks that, whatever a wonderwall is, you’re it for him. He likes this song.

“You’re my wonderwall…” He repeats, testing out the words. You giggle softly and reward him with a kiss.

“I love you too.” And he exhales in relief, thankful that you know what he’s trying to say.

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[mythiccheroacademia]

The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms 

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled 

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou: 

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world 

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has 

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC 

he has a family in the future 

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is 

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms 

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter 

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you 

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms 

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk 

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone 

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child 

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation 

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile 

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever 

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed 

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts 

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other 

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum 

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well 

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t 

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands 

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him 

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time” 

cue the waterworks 

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump 

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes 

oh shit 

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,”  you say to the boy 

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless 

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you 

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

[bibbawrites]

Family Ties - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (16+)

Request: Can you please do one where either Charlie is meeting your family or you’re meeting his and he keeps trying to be touchy/wanting to have sex but you/him don’t want to get caught xx

Word Count: 1721 words 

Summary: your annual family trip gets a little bit more hands on when your boyfriend Charlie and his family join you

Warnings: heavy makeout, touching, a little bit of grinding, swearing, mentioned and implied sex 

A/N: sorry if this editing is shit my brain is not working lol  hopefully y’all like this one, ive been debating on rewriting it for what feels like years but fuck it i dont have that motivation lol  also idk if theres beaches in canada like what we have here in aus but if there isnt oh well in this fictional version of canada they have aussie beaches  anyways, enjoy! 

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It had all started when you had jokingly suggested that you should invite your boyfriend Charlie and his family along on your annual family trip to the beach. Your mother had agreed, and before you knew it she was on the phone to Charlie’s mother working the whole plan out. 

Your family lives in Quebec, and Charlie’s in Dieppe, so your mum’s quickly decided that your family would drive to his house, and then the two families would continue the rest of the way together.

So that’s how you ended up in your dad’s old truck, pulling into the driveway of the Gillespie house at 6am in the morning after almost 8 hours of driving.

You jumped out quickly, wanting to get away from your brother’s annoying rap music and your sister’s constant whining about being bored as quickly as you could. The front door of Charlie’s house swung open and within a few seconds you were being pulled into the arms of your boyfriend, inhaling his familiar scent.

“God I missed you.” He murmured into your shoulder and you grinned.

“I missed you more handsome.” You replied, exchanging a soft kiss. 

Charlie’s family joined him outside and after a few quick introductions, you were on your way to the beach, this time tucked away in the passenger’s seat of Charlie’s car. 

- 

Once you arrived your families spent the day at the beach, and Charlie couldn’t keep his hands off of you. By the time you finally headed off to bed you were certain that every other person in the house was sick of his touchy behaviour. 

You made yourself comfortable on the bed, watching Charlie as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I don’t think your dad likes me that much.” He said with a giggle, flopping down onto the bed. You rolled over to look at him.

“He’d like you a lot more if you stopped looking at me and touching me like you want to fuck me at every free moment you have.” You stated, and a light blush appeared on Charlie’s cheeks.

“You think he noticed that?” He asked, pressing his nose against yours.

“I can’t imagine he wouldn’t. You haven’t been subtle at all. We’ve only been here for the day and you’ve tried to jump me three times and that’s not even counting the shower sex.” He grinned cheekily at your words.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so hot.” He whined, and you rolled your eyes.

“But we’re on a holiday with both of our families. You gotta tone down the horny.” You said. He sighed dramatically.

“Fine, I’ll try to be better tomorrow. But for now, we’re all alone... and it’s our first night...” He trailed off, pouting, his eyes dark with lust. You nodded once and that was all the consent he needed, crashing his lips against yours and making quick work of climbing on top of you and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned, your fingers scraping down his back as he grinded his hips into yours. 

“Fuck.” You mumbled against his lips, your hands finding a place in his hair. You tugged lightly on his hair causing him to moan into your mouth. 

“Hey Y/N?” Your mum’s voice called. 

“Shit.” You exclaimed, pushing Charlie off you. Not expecting the reaction, he jumped slightly, falling off the edge of the bed with a thud. 

You giggled as your mum opened the door, frowning as she took in the sight. 

“Charlie, why are you on the floor?” She questioned. You laughed harder. 

“Fell.” He replied simply, rolling over to stand up, climbing back onto the bed. 

“What’s up Mum?” You asked, hoping that you didn’t look like you had been making out with your boyfriend only moments ago. 

“Did you remember to grab the bag of board games? We were going to play Monopoly.” She said, leaning against the door. You nodded. 

“I put it in the little den room.” You told her and she smiled. 

“Thanks Hon, you two are welcome to join us if you’d like.” She invited. Charlie shook his head. 

“We’re good thanks Mrs Y/L/N. My mum is scary good at Monopoly so I’d rather not lose to her again.” He grinned and your mum returned the smile. 

“Well the offer is there if you want it.” She said, before leaving the room. You let out a sigh of relief. 

“That was a close one.” You mumbled. Charlie nodded, leaning in to kiss you again. You pulled back, giving him an incredulous look. 

“Really? You’re still horny after being interrupted by my mum and monopoly?” You asked. Charlie pouted. 

“A bit.” He admitted. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing him away. He whined but gave in, curling up next to you instead. 

“Tomorrow night.” You said, flicking the tv on. Charlie snuggled his face into your upper back. 

“You promise?” He mumbled against your skin. You nodded. 

“I promise. But only if you’re good during the day.” You bargained. He thought for a moment before humming in agreement. 

“Deal.”

- 

“This is not being good.” You whispered to Charlie as his hand crawled up your thigh at lunch the next day. 

It was tradition for your family to get lunch at your favourite restaurant on the second day, and you had barely been there twenty minutes when Charlie started to get fidgety. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He lied, giving you an innocent smile. 

“Bullshit.” You muttered in reply, and Charlie shook his head, making a disapproving sound. 

“Language.” He faked disappointment. 

“Fuck you.” You rolled your eyes. He gave you a flirty smile. 

“Oh I wish you would.” He teased, his voice deepening slightly. 

“Charles.” You warned, and he sighed, sitting back up again, his hand returning to your knee. 

“Remember our deal?” You said quietly, and he nodded. 

“How could I forget, I’m so sexually frustrated I might explode.” He admitted. You stared at him in disbelief.  

“We literally had sex yesterday evening.” You whispered, your voice hushed. Charlie nodded, eyes wide. 

“Exactly! It’s almost been a whole 24 hours.” He sighed. 

“A whole 24 hours since what?” Meghan questioned, and you choked on a mouthful of fish, grabbing your glass of Coke quickly to wash it down. 

“None of your business.” Charlie retorted. “Stop eavesdropping.” 

“Don’t have private conversations around other people then.” Meghan bit back, but dropped the conversation anyway. Charlie gave you a relieved look. 

“That was close.” You muttered. 

“You’re telling me. Almost enough to get rid of the semi in my pants.” He winked and you hit his arm.

“Charles. Stop it.” You reprimanded. He grinned cheekily. 

“You love me.” He sung, placing a wet kiss on your cheek. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“I’m reconsidering.” 

- 

“So what were you and Charlie discussing at lunch that was so private?” Meghan questioned, once you, her and your sister Isabella were alone sunbathing later that afternoon. You cringed slightly. 

“You don’t want to know.” You replied. 

“Oh god was it a sex thing?” Isabella gasped, and Meghan’s eyes widened in fear. You blushed. 

“I told you that you didn’t want to know.” You said simply, and they both squealed in disgust. 

“Do mum and dad know that you’re sleeping with Charlie?” Isabella asked after a pause. You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m a fully grown adult Bel, I don’t need parental permission to have sex with my boyfriend.” You told her. Meghan fake gagged. 

“Can we not talk about this? I do not want to think about my brother having sex.” She begged. You grinned slightly. 

“You were the one who brought it up.” You said. Meghan sighed. 

“If I’d known it was a sex thing I would have never.” She replied. 

“With Charlie it’s always a sex thing.” You answered. 

Meghan and Isabella groaned in unison as you giggled, flopping back into your chair. 

You really needed to get some girl friends who weren’t your sister and your boyfriend’s sister.

- 

“Was I good today?” Charlie questioned, jumping onto the bed next to you as you scrolled through Instagram that night. 

You put you phone down, pretending to think. 

“Well, you tried to tease me at lunch and then tried to discuss it, which then led to me having a very awkward conversation with our sisters about our sex life. So I’m gonna go with no.” You said. Charlie’s eyes widened. 

“Y/N!” He gasped. “You can’t do that to me.” 

“Why not? I told you to be good and you weren’t so that’s on you.” You replied, returning to scrolling on your phone. Charlie placed his head on your chest, pouting.

“But...” He trailed off. You raised an eyebrow.

“But what?” You questioned. He sighed loudly.

“But I’m so horny.” He complained. You rolled your eyes.

“That sounds like a you problem.” You replied.

“Baby.” Charlie whined, dragging out the ‘y’. “I’m gonna get blue balls, do you want that?” 

“You’ve got hands. And I know you know how to use them.” You said. He sat up, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.  

“Please?” He asked. You stared at him, not wiling to budge.

“Your sex drive is frankly disturbing Gillespie.” You told him.

“I know.” He agreed, batting his eyes at you. “Please?” 

You groaned.

“Fine.” You said. His eyes widened.

“Really?” He questioned, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yes. Quickly, before I change my mind.” You nodded. Charlie moved forward but paused.

“Wait.” He said. You frowned.

“What now?” You questioned, your tone clearly showing your exasperation. 

“You want to do this, right? I’m not making you do anything you don’t want to be doing?” He asked, suddenly serious, and your frown fell as your heart filled with love for the boy in front of you and the fact that he was still asking for consent despite how desperately horny he claimed to be. You lent in, kissing him gently. 

“I promise you’re not forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do.” You said softly.

“You’re sure?” He checked. You nodded. 

“Positive.” You reassured him. He grinned. 

“I love you.” He whispered, leaning closer. 

“I love you too.” You replied. 

And with that Charlie pulled you towards him, ready to show you just how much he really loved you. 

[adorethedistance]

READING MY BOYFRIEND’S FANFICTION?? - Owen Joyner x Influencer!Reader

JATP masterlist

Requested: OMGGG!! Could you do a an Owen fic based around his girlfriend being an armature youtuber/social media influencer (shes also an actress and they met on set and have been dating for a while) and it’s “reading/reacting to my boyfriend’s fanfiction” ? You can do whatever you want with the fanfic part it’s just a concept that has been running around in my head for a while. LOVE ALL YOUR WORK!!

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, very mild

Words: 1460

A/N: A fic?? From Ace?? Hi. I’m off spring break officially and so my stress has dissipated immensely. School was becoming so much these last two weeks and I thought I’d be stressed or worried, but I’m actually fine? It’s weird lol so I decided I could be productive with my stress-free moment and post a little fic for y’all. I love this prompt, and before any of you writers panic, I’m using my own fics for the fanfictions because I wouldn’t want to put y’all on the spot like that. Also this is my 3000 post! thought that was cool lol

“Do you wanna do the intro?”

“I think I have to do the intro.”

“Okay, go for it.”

“Alright,” Owen sighs out a heavy breath in exaggerated preparation for my (some would say lengthy) intro. “Hello, hi. Yes, okay, this is Y/n Y/l/n vlogs, welcome or welcome back to my channel!” Once Owen finishes his statement I’m so stunned I can’t generate any sort of response other than a slacked jaw semi smile.

“That was not even close. Do you know my intro?”

“I got the first part right!”

“You’ve lost intro privileges,” I turn back to the mess of lights and tripods in front of me and ignore the disaster of an intro Owen offered. “Oh, hello, hi! I am Y/n and this is: Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction!”

“That’s basically what I did.”

“No, it is not! It’s ‘oh, hello, hi. I am ‘name’ and this is: ‘title of video’.”

“You don’t ‘welcome to my channel’?” Owen’s voice has dropped to a hushed volume as he genuinely inquires about the segments of my usual introduction.

“I do not.”

“Don’t use any of this,” he pleads when making direct eye contact with the camera. “Mister Sid. Editing Sid, please don’t embarrass me.” His pleas fall on deaf ears, knowing that I’ll be using the footage in full.

“Anyways. Butchered intro aside, I am Y/n and today I am here with my lovely “So Many Stars” costar and scene partner, Owen Joyner!”

“I’m also your boyfriend.”

“That too,” I give Owen’s pointed comment a soft place to land, “So, yesterday--it was actually like, two weeks ago, I don’t know why I said yesterday--a little while back, I came across a tweet telling me someone had written a fanfic about us-”

“Did you read it?”

“On Wattpad. Of course, I read it. There are only three chapters up right now and they’re all in the 2-3k range so it was a quick read.”

“2-3k?”

“Words,” I reply nonchalantly as I unlock my phone. I bookmarked a few one-shots beforehand for us to read, and I’m slightly cocky about my selections. Owen then responds with an outburst of shock.

“2-3 thousand words is a short read?” I merely give him a blank stare.

“Judging by that reaction, Owen hasn’t read any fanfics in his life.”

“Is that not long to you- That’s what she said.” Owen cuts me off with his own stupid joke and I briefly sigh before answering.

“No, that isn’t long. Baby, I’m here for that 130k slow burn enemies to lovers on AO3 with the ‘only one bed’ and ‘locked in a closet’ tropes.”

“The what?”

“Oh, we have so much to catch you up on.”

__________________________

“So I saved three fics, an angst, a fluff, and a smut. Which do you want to read?”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“Oh my- okay. Angst is the sad shit, it’s what you read when you need your heartbroken and a good cry. Smut is pretty much in the name, it’s explicit content that will undoubtedly get this video demonetized, but that’s okay because we do have a sponsor. And fluff is the cute moments, domestic and sometimes mundane romance that makes you smile like an idiot and put the device down to screech into a pillow.” Throughout my whole explanation, I can tell Owen was becoming more and more lost, so I opt to give him a few moments to collect his thoughts.

“Let’s start with the fluff just to ease into things.”

“Smart choice. This fic I have saved is called ‘Baby Fever’ and the summary says ‘you and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own’.”

“That sounds so ominous.”

“Here, I’ll read the narration and reader’s POV, and then you’ll read your own dialogue.” Owen nods and leans over my right shoulder to read off of my computer screen.

“You actually start the fic.”

“‘You ready, little one?’” The instantaneous actor mode Owen slips into has me howling with laughter at which he looks at me confused. My gasping for air makes Owen laugh empathetically despite still being unsure as to what’s killing me at the moment.

“Why are you laughing?!” He yells, dramatically shaking my shoulder.

“Just the way you jumped into that, I wasn’t prepared for you to turn on the acting charm. Okay, uhhhh, ‘I bite back a laugh when I hear Owen’s voice coo from the back seat’.”

The two of us go back and forth between reading the narrative, bouts of laughter, commentary on the accuracy of Owen’s character, and we finally manage to finish the 2.5k fic in about forty minutes.

“‘When he looks up from CJ’s tiny body and recognizes the familiar ‘baby fever’ look in my eyes, he smiles and utters a simple-’.”

“‘I told you so.’”

“That was cute! I like the tie-in of having us watching over Baby Shada- or, sorry, you and ‘y/n’ watching over Baby Shada.”

“They wrote me kinda funny, I don’t think I’d ever fabricate a life to make conversation with a stranger due to baby fever.” My jaw drops slightly and before Owen can respond to my reaction, I cry,

“That is such a lie!”

“What?”

“You absolutely would do something like that, are you kidding me?!”

“No, I would not!” Owen punctuates every word with the utmost offense. He has the same look in his eye as when he was proving himself to be the cleanest phantom of the three on the Sunset Drive podcast.

“You literally told the guy at Home Depot yesterday that we were buying plants for our child’s nursery!”

“Okay, that’s different-”

“How is that different? That’s the exact same thing as fanfic you!” Owen’s furrowed brow and dropped jaw are a sight to be seen as he leans away from me, bending at the waist to stare at me with defiance. I raise my eyebrows pointedly as I await a response. Instead of actually producing a response, Owen lunges forward, grabbing my waist in his hands and squeezing gently. The feeling makes me screech and gasp of laughter from surprise and also being ticklish.

“Owen! Owe-STOP, I’m gonna drop my laptop!” I manage to say through my laughter and with one final grab, he releases me from his hold. It takes a minute for my laughter to settle but once I do, the two of us are simply breathing heavy and staring at one another with giddy smiles on our faces. In a moment’s clarity, I turn to look into the camera lens to talk directly to my editor,

“Sid, don’t use any of this. And please don’t cut to this after we finish reading to make it look like- things were happening.”

“Actually, I think you should, Sid. Just cut to right there and make the world think we-”

“OKAY, thanks for watching, bye!” I quickly stop the recording before Owen says something we’re unable to recover from. I hear him laugh gently behind me as I set my laptop down on the coffee table behind the tripod. Coming back to the couch, I move to plop down but before landing successfully on the cushion next to my phone, Owen grabs my body and moves me to sit on top of him.

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Hmm. Crazy for you, maybe.” His cheesy line makes me scoff but smile nonetheless. I reach my right hand up to caress the side of his face as we sit cheek to cheek.

“Remind me to never film with you again.” The gesture is sweet and the sentiment is not which makes Owen laugh and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I lean back into him so my back is pressed flush with his chest as he lazily wraps both arms around me.

“You say that now but you’ll regret it when you wanna do a ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge video.”

“Nah. I’ll just call Charlie to-” Without allowing me to finish my sentence, Owen is digging his fingertips back into the tissue of my sides and I squeal with laughter once more. This time the torment is short-lived and Owen releases me after a sweet, reconciling kiss. “Do you have baby fever now?”

“It was cute and all, but not really, no.”

“That’s too bad,” I stand up from my spot on his lap to grab my computer and hold it to my chest, “I was gonna say we could practice some baby-making.”

And with that, I turned on the balls of my feet, heading for my bedroom when I heard Owen stand up eagerly, quick to follow.

***

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[trashforhockeyguys]

Vienna Waits For You -1- William Nylander

A/N: The official start of Vienna Waits For You! I can’t wait for you guys to really get to understand William and Avalyn. This is probably the most unique story I’ve told so far. I hope y’all will enjoy the ride.

“Miss Bradshaw Kreitzburg, we can’t begin to explain how excited we are to have you here with us,” One of the Assistant Directors said as she was led into a posh hotel.

“Just Kreitzburg is fine, or Avalyn,” She cringed, hating it when people used the full name that her parents insisted on.

“There she is!” A loud voice boomed from the doorway of a very large conference room.

Avalyn couldn’t help but smile and nearly squeal as she ran to the man. Jackson Portland was one of the only people that she felt like really knew her. They’d been best friends since they first worked together in the early years. Back then, Jackson was an awkward lanky kid, not the bonafide sex god that he was now. Truthfully, Avalyn wanted to laugh every time girls literally threw themselves at him. To her he would always be Jacky, her best friend. 

“You made it!” She jumped in his arms, holding onto him for dear life. 

Jackson was like her life vest. She wasn’t sure she would’ve been able to do something like this without knowing he would be by her side the entire time. She trusted him with everything that she was. He’d been the one to call her about the role and tell her that she’d be perfect for it. 

“And so did you! God you look fantastic Avey. But you really could eat a little more. Do the Monsters have you on another diet?” 

“They wanted me to be on one,” She confirmed, “But none of them are here...soo I guess I’m not anymore?”

“Then you and I are going to burgers whenever this is over,” He declared, setting her down. 

She nodded excitedly. Going out with Jackson was always her favorite. Somehow they always found a way to just be normal twentysomethings. Jackson and Avalyn made each other feel almost normal for the first time in their lives. Seemed only fitting that the two of them didn’t want to let that go. 

“Have you scoped out our ‘advisors’?” Avalyn asked, holding onto Jackson’s arm. 

He shrugged, flashing his famous dimpled smile, “Oh you’ll love them.”

Inside the room, most of the younger Leafs were somewhat huddled together, keeping their distance until told to do otherwise. But some of the older, more experienced players were talking with some writers and producers from the project. 

Avalyn tried to calm her nerves, her grip on Jackson’s arm tightening with every step. She hated meetings like this. She didn’t know a single player on this team, hell she didn’t even know a thing about hockey. She knew that they probably all had their own preconceived opinions of her, none of which were good. Just like how nothing the media published these days was good. Good for press, but bad for her personal life. For once, she wished she could just pause it all. 

Some of her friends from childhood, which she lost contact with long ago, went to college and are in steady relationships. None of them have their entire life looked over with a magnifying glass. They could wear what they wanted, or eat what they wanted, go out with whoever they wanted wherever they wanted...Avalyn never had that luxury. But she couldn’t say she was jealous of them...envious might be a better term to use though. 

“Alright boys, listen up!” An older man in the team’s jacket called, “I want you to listen to what they instruct you. Remember, you’re representing the organization and Toronto.”

“Thank you for that Coach Babcock,” One of the show’s producers said before standing in front of everyone, “We’d like for all of you to pair up in a few minutes, but before we do that, why don’t all of you take a second and get to know each other. Get all of the awkwardness out of the way so we can all get to work? Gentleman, at each table is a dry erase board with a rink on it, I was told that’s what you all use in practice to show plays and things, feel free to do the same today. We’ll call you all when it’s time to come back together.”

Avalyn didn’t move for a moment, not as long as Jackson stayed where he was. But it wasn’t long before the producer was coming over with the other man, who seemed to be the coach of the hockey team. Behind them trailed several young men, which Avalyn could only assume were players. Jackson nearly jumped, seemingly excited about who was coming over to them. 

“Coach Babcock, these are the two I was telling you about,” Eric, the producer, looked proud of himself, “These two are the stars of our show, Jackson, Avalyn, I’d like for you to meet Mike Babcock, coach of the Toronto Maple Leafs, as well as three of his star players, Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner, and William Nylander.” 

“You don’t have to tell me who they are, Eric,” Jackson waved him off before extending a hand to the coach, “It’s an honor to meet all of you. You guys had a hell of a season last year.”

“Jackson grew up in Connecticut prior to becoming an actor, he’s one of the only cast members with hockey experience.” 

“Sick man, I love that movie you were in last summer with Taylor Kitsch. Shit was badass,” The one with dark hair and blue eyes said.

Avalyn couldn’t remember who was who. All she knew was one had long blond hair, and two with dark hair. She used to joke that all hockey players looked the same when Jackson would try to make her watch games, but she couldn’t say that anymore. No two players in the room looked alike. 

“See, I told you Avey!” Jackson joked, “She said there was too much blood. I tried to get her to watch American Assassin with me, since O’Brien and Kitsch are such great guys, but she wouldn’t.”

Avalyn felt uncomfortable in her own skin. She hated moments like this. Jackson always seemed to be in his element and on his game. But Avalyn wasn’t comfortable with these people. She didn’t watch hockey, all she really knew was that they constantly hit each other and fought over the tiny rubber puck. 

But Jackson just seemed to fit right in with them. Almost like he was a member of the team and had been for a very long time. She was jealous of the fact that he always seemed to make it work. He was never a stranger. Whereas Avalyn always felt like a stranger. She often felt like she was playing dress-up all the time, and eventually someone would call her out on it. 

“Thanks for making fun of me again,” Avalyn said under her breath, “It’s nice to meet you guys.”

“So, what are you? The token romantic interest?” The blond quipped. 

“Willy-”

“No I uh-” She couldn’t really find her voice. She should’ve been used to people assuming she was only there to further the story. She was just pretty face, meant to smile and just be pretty. 

Maybe that was part of the reason she took this role...she wanted to prove she was more than that. Yet, she couldn’t even find a way to tell the man standing in front of her the very same thing that she was fighting to prove. 

“Actually, Avey is playing the only girl on the team. She’s pretty important actually,” Jackson cut in, “Pretty badass too.”

“Avalyn, we’d like you to pair with Willy, if the rest of you want to come over with me we’ll get you all sorted,” Eric suddenly interrupted, “You two can go over to that table over there.”

Suddenly, she was left with the blond that obviously didn’t exactly like her. Avalyn wasn’t uncustomed to it. A lot of people were standoffish with her at first, the sugary sweet persona she put on was enough to make anyone hate her. She knew that. But she wasn’t used to people being like this to her face. So blatantly obvious….he didn’t even bother trying to hide it. 

The blond, William, rolled his eyes before walking over to the table. Avalyn knew this wouldn’t be a very fun time. Jackson and the rest of the cast and crew would probably spend the whole session laughing. Yet, she was pretty sure William wouldn’t be overly helpful or talkative. 

She glanced around, hoping someone might come to her rescue, but everyone else was already paired off and talking to their respective hockey player. Jackson was already laughing with one of the dark haired boys, and a very large red headed man. Avalyn wished she could be like that. 

“Are you coming or not?” The blond grumbled. 

Avalyn took a deep breath and followed him to the table. He sat with his arms crossed. She wondered why he already seemed to hate her. Had he read something about her and decided she was a horrible human being? One of those cheap tabloids who made their living off of dragging her through the mud? 

“I’m Avalyn,” She said, trying to break the tension, but her voice still shook. 

He scoffed, “Yeah, I know.”

She nodded and reached for the glass of water. Couldn’t she have anyone else? Or just have someone else at the table? Why did they have to take Jackson and put him all the way across the room. She felt like she didn’t know how to do this without him. She was out of her comfort zone now. 

“Okay,” She said quickly, “You obviously don’t like me, but I don’t really care. I have a job to do, and so do you. So can we just please drop the shit and you actually tell me what I’m supposed to know?”

“Who said I didn’t like you?” He fired back, leaning forward. 

She let out an almost bitter laugh, “Oh, I got the message loud and clear. You have no reason to hate me, but you do. You know nothing about me, so next time maybe try to get to know the person before you form an opinion.”

It was his turn to laugh as he leaned over the table, getting closer. His eyes seemed to almost burn into her. For a moment she was afraid. She didn’t know this man, she didn’t know what he might do. But every bone in her body seemed to yell at her to run. Maybe everyone was right, maybe this was the worst choice she made. 

“I know enough,” His voice was low, but the power of it made her want to shiver, “America’s princess on the outside, and a fucking bitch on the inside.”

He leaned back in his chair once more. There would be no more talking. It was like Avalyn and William were on different sides of a battlefield. They both had the next attack just waiting, and neither would wave the white flag. Avalyn didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing what his words did. Each one was like a knife going deeper and deeper into her chest. 

William just didn’t want to give in. He was being stubborn, and he was sure all of the guys would say he was an ass. But he heard enough about little miss Avalyn Bradshaw Kreitzburg. He wanted nothing to do with her. Everyone that he knew that knew her all said she was really a bitch, that the sweet little innocent thing she had going was an act. That Jackson Portland acted as her guard dog in public because she couldn’t rip people to shreds for fear of losing her perfect little reputation. 

So William sat across from her, a smirk playing on his lips when she finally seemed to be at a loss. So, the two sat silently as the hours ticked on. No one seemed to notice that they weren’t talking, or that William wasn’t using the dry erase board like the rest of his teammates. By the end, no one seemed to notice that they didn’t move a single inch over the course of the entire session. 

“I’m not what you think,” Avalyn said quietly, “Whoever told you whatever ridiculous rumor, it’s not true.”

He smirked again, like he knew something that she didn’t, “I think Margret Vicklyr knows you enough to know the truth.”

Before she could even process the sickening feeling, he was gone. He couldn’t know Margret. Margot might hate her now, but surely she wouldn’t go as far as telling random people whatever she felt like it. After a couple of years, Avalyn hoped that Margret would just forget about whatever she was convinced that Avalyn did. But it seemed that she wasn’t forgetting...and now it didn’t seem like William would forget either. 

Avalyn struggled to get in a deep breath as everyone started to get up and leave. William looked too pleased with himself as he got up from his chair and started moving towards his group. 

William liked the feeling of having knocked Hollywood's princess back down to size, or at least that’s what he thought he did. He had no way of knowing what was really going on behind the glitz and the glamour. He had no way of knowing that she was struggling more than she could ever let on. 

William didn’t like Avalyn Bradsaw Kreitzburg, especially after what Margret told him during her summer in Sweden. The person that Margret described to him was horrible, incapable of caring for anyone but herself, and maybe her precious Jackson Portland.Yet, he couldn’t help but feel a sort of pain in his chest at the way she seemed to sink as soon as he landed his final blow. He knew his mother would’ve had his head if she saw him acting like that. But for some reason he couldn’t help it. 

How was he supposed to know that she was doing everything she could to keep her head above water and make this project work?

“Avey! C’mon, let’s go get dinner,” Jackson cheered, surrounded by the hockey players. 

Avalyn shied away from all of them, “I think I’m just going to go back to mine. Raincheck?”

“I’ll hold you to it!” Jackson cheered, following the team and some other cast members out of the hotel. 

As soon as she got back to her apartment, Avalyn tried her best to fill herself with music. All she kept thinking about was the way that he looked at her. The disgust...he made his mind up about her before he even met her, all because of Margo and whatever she came up with. All Avalyn wanted was to make this work, to prove that she was capable of choosing her own projects and that she was more than just the stupid doe eyed girl. 

But she still felt hollow, like she was already losing control. She still didn’t know anything about the game. Her ‘advisor’ wouldn’t be of any help. She would have to fight an uphill battle. But she wanted this more than she wanted any project before now. 

With music at full blast in her ears, Avalyn laid down, trying to drown herself in the sound of old classic rock and indie. She never did eat dinner like she promised. Instead, hoping the music would fill her in a way that food didn’t.

[pascalpanic]

He is My Home (Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Summary: Din’s going to have a nasty scar from the wound on his side, just like the ones you have, the ones you’re insecure about.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: light mentions of blood and injuries. mentions of birth. scars (none are explicitly from SH) are mentioned.

A/N: Fluffy Din can I get a hell yeah?? @binarydanvvers sent me this request and it’s absolutely precious so I’m really happy I got to write it. I hope y’all will love it too!!

Din Djarin’s body is defined by his scars, even if few or no other living beings have seen them.

The very first scar on Din’s body came from his birth. Vha Djarin’s baby came out happy and healthy, but an apprentice midwife with an unsteady hand nicked the child’s skin with her blade as she severed the umbilical cord. That’s where the small white line above his belly button comes from.

The other scars include various missions, combat as a young adult, some nearly mortal wounds. There’s a scar across the bridge of his nose from some mission where he was fighting for your little green son’s life. There’s a long line along his forearm from a slice due to an opponent’s blade, on the underside, where the beskar didn’t protect him.

Everything about Din is beautiful to you. Even his name is so beautiful to say- Din Djarin. It sounds like poetry in his mother tongue’s accent. You’ve married him, become his riduur. You see his face daily, the face he was so scared to show you.

Din had feared you’d find him ugly. That you’d think him unlovable, that his nose was too big and eyes too deep-set, his entire body and even his soul too scarred. It wasn’t until after your wedding, when you removed his helmet and cried in joy, that his fears were cast away. You pressed your forehead to his and cupped his face and genuinely told him that you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful man, a more handsome and wonderful Mandalorian behind that beskar.

That night was spent exploring each other’s bodies now that you had total and complete access to Din’s body. It wasn’t entirely sexual, though much of it was; you just felt his abs and his arms and his warm skin beneath yours, and he did the same to you.

Your life has been perfect for the past few months as Din’s riduur. You get to see his face every day, kiss the scar on the bridge of his beautiful nose. You have the privilege of rolling over in bed and seeing his sleeping face, his brow furrowed even in his sleep. You get to see his little green son squeal in excitement when he gets to see his daddy’s face, the way the three small green fingers of each hand grab at one stubbly cheek.

Din is equally as happy. Being with you allows him to be a human again; it allows him to be Din, not Mando. Your warm arms around him in the middle of the night stall the nightmares of the siege of his hometown and the kills he committed and the way the pile of Mando helmets looked in the corner of the covert.

Of course, practicality dictates Din still must work. As a bounty hunter’s riduur, your options are really either to be a bounty hunter too, or a stay at home buir to your little green son. As you have next to no fighting skills, you stuck with the role that introduced you to your husband in the first place: interplanetary nanny to your bug-eyed baby boy.

You enjoyed the pretend domesticity, but you also appreciated the charm of the fact that home is literally where you make it with the Razor Crest: on any planet, moon, or space station. Your home travels with you, your home is wherever the Crest is tonight.

Even before you found the Crest, Din has been your home. He’s your place and your person, ever since the first time someone threatened you and Din shot them dead where they stood and you stared for a second in utter terror they’d jerk back to life before running into his arms and burying your head in the skin between his helmet and his cape. And that’s when you realized that Din’s arms were your safe place, the one place nothing can hurt you. Not when Din is protecting you.

Tonight more than ever, you miss Din’s arms. He took a honeymoon phase of one or two bounties a month after your riduurok, to spend time with you and the child and your newly formed, legally Mandalorian family. Your aliit, your clan. All good things must come to an end, though, and Din was back into his hunting. It’s been a week without him. Your beskar ring feels cold on your finger tonight as you trace your hand over the etched mudhorn in the wedding band.

Your green baby is cuddled to your chest, snoozing happily with his mama. You press a kiss to his head, thinking about Din. The child’s father. The little creature radiates warmth and relaxation and hypnotically urges you to fall asleep alongside him. Rest, mama. And you do.

-

The next morning, you startle awake at the sound of beskar clanging against the metal of the ship. “Riduur?” You call out, sitting up excitedly.

“Hi,” he says weakly, and the tone sets panic into your body. You jump out of the bed to find Din kneeling next to the carbonite, a freshly sealed and still sublimating creature trapped in it.

Din clutches his side and you sink to your knees frantically. His orange gloves are covered with blood as one reaches to you. “Din,” you panic, unsure what to do for a moment. “I’m going to go get the medkit. You start undressing now, beskar off, clothes off,” you order him and get to your feet. You pull out a cot and pop it open. “Lay here and wait for me.”

You fly into a tizzy around the ship, grabbing the various things you need. Bacta, needles, bandages, the official medkit. Good. You return to his side, where he lies in his boxers and helmet. “Baby,” you coo gently and remove the helmet. “Just me, remember?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, dazed eyes looking up at you. His dark hair is drenched in his sweat, and there’s a trickle of blood from his lip.

You fly into action. “Bacta’s going in first, love. Going to jab it in, get ready.” He softly nods and makes a whimper as you stab the needle in, pushing down the plunger and emptying the syringe into his body.

He’s numb now. You wipe the wound and grab the cauterizer. “You might feel this, Din. It’s gonna be quick, I promise.” He doesn’t even respond, eyes shut. You use it and he twitches, his face cringing in pain.

“I know, I know. Doing so good, almost- there we go,” you sigh as the wound is finished cauterizing. “You did wonderfully, my warrior. Providing for us no matter the cost,” you tell him and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

You press a large gauze patch and bandage over his wound, to ensure it stays clean. “Okay, okay baby. You can sleep now. Did so good for me, my strong man,” you mumble, cupping his face.

“You did all the work,” he mutters, a soft smile on his face. The medication wipes him out into a deep sleep.

-

Bacta isn’t a miracle drug. It can’t save you from certain death, can’t reverse the growth of diseases that have already infiltrated. The miracle, really, behind Bacta, is how quickly it works. It heals wounds that would take weeks in days, and days in hours.

When Din wakes later, the cauterized wound has shrunken exponentially. He’s still got lots of bruises and nicks, but he’s better. There’s a familiar hum, the soft roar of hyperspace surrounding the Crest.

He sits up with minimal pain and looks around. There’s a soft light coming from the bunk, where you and the baby sleep. The light is for the child. He’s scared of too much dark; you’d learned that especially in the days where the hull would be coated in blackness in order for you and Din to kiss and touch and love. Your face is peaceful as you sleep, and Din looks at you with all of the love in his heart.

He stands, albeit slowly, and walks to the bunk with a jerking and awkward stance. He just wants you, your softness and warmth. It’s common that he’ll sneak into bed with you after a mission or piloting the ship, or simply because you took a nap and he just needed some sweetness in his day. You instinctually nuzzle into him, attracted to his warmth. The child follows suit, nestling between the two of you. His two favorite people in all of the galaxy, his buirs.

The three of you are at peace, in your home: with each other. You roll over as you notice the warm presence and a small smile graces your slowly waking face. “Mm, riduur. You were supposed to be on the cot,” you chuckle softly and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Bacta fixed me up enough.”

“You’re gonna have a nasty scar,” you chuckle softly.

“I’ve got plenty of those already. What’s one more?” He asks, nudging your face with his nose.

It’s unbearably soft and warm. “Scars seem to be our problem,” you nod in agreement.

He pulls away and looks at you, in the soft blue glow of the baby’s nightlight. “Cyare, scars aren’t a problem. They’re reminders, of everything we’ve been through and will prevail through in the future.” He kisses your collarbone softly, setting your child aside.

You frown. “Doesn’t mean I like them. They’re gross.”

Din’s frown matches yours. It’s a warm night in the Crest, leaving you sleeping in just a breastband and a pair of shorts. He can see the scars littering your abdomen, the ones you’re so insecure about. “Tell me about them.”

“Din,” you pout.

“We are one when together, we are one when parted,” he mumbles, scooting down to press a kiss to one scar. Your wedding vows, the ones you took and meant with all of your soul. “Your pain is mine, my love. Tell me about this one,” he says, a featherlight fingertip tracing the line.

You sigh, making your abdomen inflate and deflate deeply beneath him. “I was 11 cycles old when I got that one. My appendix ruptured, they had to remove it.”

He nods and kisses along the scar, big brown eyes looking up at you. “I see. And this one?” He asks.

You chuckle softly. “This is from when I was stupid enough to sleep in just a breastband and shorts, like this, and I rolled over on green bean and his claw stabbed me.”

Din recalls. He chuckles happily at the memory and presses a kiss to the scar, his fingers still tracing the last one. There’s one on your knuckles. He takes your hand and traces it, looking at you. Silently asking.

“Lothcat bite. They’re not as cute and docile as they look,” you nod as Din’s lips ghost over your fingers.

You think about the places you got those childhood scars. All at home. The newer one? From your newer home. Yes, your old home may have scarred you, most certainly physically and maybe mentally or emotionally, but they left their mark on you. Your eyes water as you look down at Din. “Your turn,” you tell him and push him down into the mattress of the bunk.

There’s been one you’ve always meant to ask him about. You straddle his hips and sit between his groin and his navel. “What is this one?” You ask of a little mark above his navel. It’s a stark white, contrasting his skin.

“My birth. A midwife nicked me while severing the umbilical cord. I’ve heard that my mother was ready to take the surgical tools herself and go after her,” he chuckles.

You smile softly. There’s a scar on his cheek and your fingertips slowly draw the outline of it. He nods. “As a teen, obviously. Before the helmets went on. Close call with a spear,” he admits, a soft smile on his face. “Those are the only fun ones. The rest are from bounties,” he admits.

You chuckle softly. “Fun ones?” You tease.

“Interesting, I suppose,” he admits, taking your fingertips from his scar to rest them on his lips, kissing them then just holding your hand. “Do you see, my love?” He asks.

You simply nod, eyes watering again. Din reaches up and wraps you in his arms, lowering you to lie chest to chest on top of him. “You are so beautiful, my love. My riduur,” he mumbles to you. You sigh contentedly and kiss the scar on the bridge of his nose.

“Easy for you to say. You’re a bounty hunter. These all suit you. Besides the fact that you’re already covered head to toe in beskar, it would just work.”

He frowns. “Cyar’ika. Neither I nor anyone else cares about your scars. They’re part of you; how could I?”

You whimper and bury your head in his neck, allowing yourself to cry. “It’s been a hard day, Din. Please let me have this.”

“I will not. I absolutely refuse to let you think like that,” he tells you and cradles your head. “You can cry all you’d like, riduur, but it won’t change the fact that I find the scars absolutely beautiful. They’re so perfectly you. They’ve made you who you are, the woman I love so dearly. How could they be ugly when they’re made of you?”

His words make you cry harder, and you sob into his bare skin. He strokes your back, allowing you to cry it out. He mumbles sweet words in your ear; just letting it happen.

When you’re finished, you lift your head with a sniffle. “I love you so much, Din. You make me feel like I have a home with you.”

He kisses your forehead softly. “This is your home, my love. Right hear, in my arms, wrapped up with me.”

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[another-rational-deception]

sending a few asks to help you get started✌🏻😗

class 1a (idk your limit for people so just do whoever you want) with an S/o who has a cat quirk?

Tbh im still finding my limit aswell. For now ill go with like 3-5 max characters depending on how im feeling.

D*rk content/n*fw blogs don’t interact with me at all.

Tokoyami, Shoji, Mina, and Toru’s s/o w/ a cat quirk

Fumikage Tokoyami -

Depending on how much your quirk impacts your instincts, you might have tried to pounce on Dark Shadow outside of quirk training (or in quirk training when DS was just chillin)

So it may have taken a bit of convincing on Fumikage’s part for Dark Shadow to give you another chance

People find it kind of odd that of all things, a cat and a bird are dating. Weird fuckin world

He finds cuddling to be very intimate, (he’s not really used to physical affection) so when you curl around him he’s as stiff as a board

Zero idea what to with his hands

Also desperately fighting Dark Shadow internally to shut the ever loving fuck up about this situation

Probably not as keen on petting you as the others are

Actually, he probably likes to be pet himself

The way your claws combined with your soft finger pads feel on his head and between his feathers is enough to make him fall asleep

Because cats are just naturally very sassy sometimes, I feel like Dark Shadow would definitely go back and forth with you just sassing each other off

Mezo Shoji

Mildly less nervous around you because part of your quirk is a physical mutation, like him

He’s a gentleman, probably panics internally when your tail brushes against him

Gets flustered when you nuzzle him or ask him to pet you (he loves it he’s just a ball of nerves around you)

Cuddles are on another level with this guy. How fuzzy and cuddly you are combined with his arms and size is a recipe for the PERFECT cuddles.

(Did y’all see how Mezo was sleeping during the training camp? That was so cute, I can totally imagine him sleeping like that with his s/o in front of him w/ their back against him)

When you’re facing him during cuddles, he subconsciously strokes your back and ears during his sleep

He won’t comment on your purring, just know that he’s trying not to jump up and down

He might ask you to help him with his balance and agility during training. He’s a big guy, and the bigger you are, the harder you fall. He knows this and doesn’t want to be caught off guard

He will absolutely hold you if you ask him to (he holds your in like a little basket, think of Tsu during the provisional license exam)

He learns to read your body language very quickly, such as a thrashing tail, or the low yowl that starts in your throat when upset. Or your tail swaying softly and blinking slowly when calm and happy

Mina Ashido

Loves everything about your quirk

LOVES to scratch your ears and pet you

Fav thing is when cuddling with you, taking turns doing each other’s hair (or running one another’s hands through each other’s hair)

Or just snuggling you while you curl up around her like an oversized heated blanket

And when you PURR

She’s about to CRY you’re so cute, she can’t handle it

She’s lookin like Izuku when Uraraka asked him to be in her group at the sport’s festival

Also thinks your claws are the coolest thing ever, she will ABSOLUTELY help you sharpen them (and then paints them. You try to get out of training so you don’t ruin her work, Aizawa really doesn’t give a shit)

Absolutely comes to you to help her with her agility and balance (kind of like Mezo)

You two spend a lot of free time training together. You help her learn how to balance so she doesn’t slip while gliding on her acid and how to stick her landings, and she helps you out with your flexibility and stamina with dancing lessons.

Speaking of: she has a b l a s t dancing with you. She’s amazed by your flexibility

Toru Hagakure

ALL OVER YOU

Literally the first time she saw you in class she asked if she could touch your ears or tail

Probably gets you claw caps to protect your claws outside of training (they’re sparkly pink, change my mind)

Cuddling is her favourite, just hold her

She has a d e a t h g r i p on you. But once she falls asleep her grip loosens (I feel like she tosses and turns in her sleep)

Squeals when she hears you purr (she tells ALL of her friends about how cute you are)

Rests her head on you during lunch when she’s not eating. (Kind of random but I feel like she would do that if she were tired)

Like Mina, I feel like she would just dance her heart out with you. She loves the way your tail twirls with you and how graceful you are

Like Mezo and Mina, she also trains with you, although her training is more on grace and stealth than that of battle, considering her whole thing is stealth missions

She probably buys little cat ears for herself (the rest of the class finds this an absolute blessing, they can finally tell which way she’s looking)

[mrs-gucci]

A Beach Day to Remember {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author’s notes: made it just under the wire for this week’s writer wednesday :) it’s a bit different from my usual writing MO, but I honestly had a blast with it and I’m decently pleased with how it turned out, actually. I wrote this late at night while I was half-asleep lol so sorry if it’s a little all over the place! thanks, as always, to @autumnleaves1991-blog for hosting & @clydesducktape​ for helping out! it’s such a great and fun weekly tradition!

warnings: fluff. humor. romance. beach fun. chair wrestling. a quick lil makeout session (nothing explicit). 

no tw’s :)

word count: 2.2k

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By some miracle, you’d convinced born-and-raised country boy Clyde Logan to accompany you to Miami Beach for a week. A whole week, you couldn’t believe it. 

And...he actually bought a pair of swim trunks. Sure, they were a West Virginia Walmart buy, but hey, he bought a pair; you’ll take what you can get.

Who was this man and what has he done with Clyde Logan?

He’s never really been to the beach before, Mamma Logan didn’t like bein’ in the sun too long and Pappa wasn’t about to cross her, so this was his first time. 

Your family used to vacation here every year, so you were relatively familiar with the notoriously rowdy town. The first evening and night consisted of you showing a wide-eyed Clyde around Miami’s bustling night life. But, when the sun came up the next morning, he was revving to get down to the beach.

You had to talk him down a bit there at first, convincing him to eat somethin’ for breakfast before spending a whole entire day in the sun ‘cause if he passes out, he’s on his own getting back to the condo.

“I’m gon’ go get changed fer the beach!” He says excitedly, clapping his hands together and doing a little jog over to the dresser the second you two get back from your sidewalk cafe breakfast.

You smile at his enthusiasm, trying to remember the last time you saw him so openly excited and smiley. After only a few moments of thought, you realize that you’ve never seen him quite like this before. But, you’re certainly taking a liking to vacation Clyde.

Both Mellie and Jimmy requested plenty of photos of, and this is a direct quote, “Clyde’s long, pasty-ass legs in swim shorts”, and you’re nothing if not accommodating...

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, you quickly say “Smile!” and snap a picture of him in his leaf-pattern hunter green trunks. He frowns, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey now pumpkin, who’re ya sendin’ that off to?”

You giggle, typing out his sibling’s contacts into your messages. “Nobody...”

His eyes widen when he sees Jimmy and Mellie’s names. He tries to grab the phone away from you, but as he takes it, his palm accidentally nudges the little ‘send’ icon. 

“G’damnit! I fuckin’ sent it to ‘em!”

You’re cracking up as he frantically tries to somehow un-send the message, despite you trying to repeatedly convince him that there’s literally nothing that can be done at this point; the message is permanent.

Almost immediately, the replies begin to pile in and Clyde quickly puts a hand over his face as your phone chimes continuously.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“‘m never gonna hear the end ‘a this when we get back home.” He groans. “Now they got that picture forever and they’re never gonna stop showin’ it...Oh ma god, they’re gonna put it in our weddin’ slideshow, a-and our future kids ‘re gonna see it, and it’s gonna be shown at ma funeral...”

You laugh, shaking your head as you put your hands on his bare, freckle-painted chest. “Hon, I really wouldn’t worry that much about it. It’ll all blow over in a little bit, I promise. Plus, I now have evidence that you actually came to the beach with me. I have a feeling our future kids won’t believe me when I tell them this story someday.”

Clyde starts laughing, running his hands down the curve of your body before landing on your hips. He pulls you in for a kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

Your face scrunches when he starts licking into your mouth and the bitter taste of zinc overwhelms your taste buds.

“Mmmm, mmm, Clyde?”

He pulls away, brows furrowed.

“Did you put some zinc on your lips?”

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away bashfully. “Oh, yeah, I did. ‘m sorry, I forgot ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I love you.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead this time, rather than your lips.

“Love ya too, pumpkin.”

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Clyde’s like a kid at a candy store when he gets down to the beach, quickly putting the cooler down on the sand and dropping his chair down next to it. The sunglasses sit just above the bridge of his zinc-whitened nose as his head moves around to drink in the sights unfolding before him.

You giggle to yourself as you watch him, setting your beach bag down with the cooler before beginning to set up your chair. But your man quickly jumps in and insists on unfolding the chair for you even though, as you’ll soon find out, he has zero idea how to operate a folding beach chair. To be fair, it was one of those older-fashioned ones that had sustained quite a bit of rust.

“Now, how in the world...?” He grumbles, trying to unfold the stubborn thing. He tries just about every method he could think up, at one point he was trying to use his flip-flop equipped foot to aid in the unfolding process, but he still cannot get the damn chair open.

Eventually, a curious (and very entertained) bystander comes over and helps the two of you out with your chairs, and both of you thank them profusely before finally beginning your day at the beach. Clyde remains standing, continuing to look around at all the things happening on the beach while you lay back and open your book to begin reading.

After a bit of sunning time, you and Clyde head down to the water. You keep your feet in the cool water while he stands further in, little waves crashing mid-calf. He finds a nice shell and runs up to put it back at your little setup while you stay and watch as the natural push and pull of the ocean slowly buries your feet in the sand.

Suddenly, a flesh arm comes on your back and a metallic arm scoops behind your knees, lifting you up as you squeal. 

“Clydeeee!”

He laughs, rushing into the water while holding you bridal-style, water splashing up all over both you and him with each of his massive strides. As soon as he knows he’s deep enough, he starts swinging you back and forth.

“One...Two...”

You’re in a fit of laughter, playfully hitting his chest. “Noooooo! Stooopppp!”

“Three!” Clyde tosses you into the blue-green water of the Atlantic as you screech, a big splash accompanying your collision with the surface.

You emerge a moment later, quickly rushing up and jumping into his arms, causing him to fall backwards into the water. He laughs when he resurfaces and splashes you in the face teasingly, to which you respond by doing the exact same thing.

“No more splashin’!” He says, chuckling to himself at the irony of his exclamation.

You laugh, splashing him one more time. “You’re the one that started it, you goof!”

“Now, let’s not play the blame game, pumpkin.” He smiles jokingly, then wraps his arms around your torso, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Both of you spend a bit more time in the water before heading back up to your chairs to dry off in the sun and re-apply sunscreen. Clyde ends up falling asleep, a few shells he found in the water spread out on the top of his thighs as he snoozes.

Only about fifteen minutes later, you look over and put a hand over your mouth to cover the giggles that come when you see that one of the shells has sprouted some legs in preparation for an escape attempt. The creature begins crawling and he starts squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation, clearly beginning to re-awaken from his early afternoon slumber. 

When his eyes blink open and he looks down, he gasps, launching backwards in his chair. Unfortunately, the old-school beach chair already struggles to hold his massive form, so when he jumps back, the chair gives out and breaks clean in half, sending Clyde back into the sand. 

The poor crab is thrust into the sand, but it’s alright, quickly crawling back towards the ocean. You immediately stand up, trying not to laugh too hard until you know he’s completely alright. 

“Oh my fuck...Clyde! Are you okay, hon?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “’m alright, though I can’t say the same for this here chair, though.”

You giggle, helping him sit back up in the sand. When he’s fully sat up, he’s still smiling and laughing, shaking his head.

“Well, I suppose I owe the condo owners a new beach chair.”

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A full, active day at the beach has you pretty fucking exhausted when you two finally head back up to the condo around four in the afternoon. You take a quick cat nap while Clyde showers, then you hop in and wash off the day’s sunscreen and sand.

While you’re in the shower, Clyde rifles through his duffle and pulls out a little velvet box, popping it open to expose the glittering diamond ring that sits on a little pillow. He smiles at the sight, knowing that tonight’s the night he’s finally gonna ask you to be his forever.

He’s been waiting for the right moment for a short while now, and after the fun y’all had at the beach today and the sunset beach walk he’s planning to take you on before your fancy dinner reservations later this evening...he can’t think of a more perfect time to do it.

You step out of the bathroom and Clyde scrambles to quickly tuck the ring box into his khaki pants pocket. He smooths his hands over the fabric before standing up, face breaking out into a wide smile when he sees the beautiful sundress you’ve got on.

“You’re so beautiful, pumpkin.” He says, smiling as he walks up to you, hands on your hips. “Always so, so beautiful.”

Your expression stretches into a bright, genuine smile as you get up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Thank you, Clyde. You look awfully handsome yourself this evening.”

“Oh, well, thank ya, darlin’.” His cheeks grow red as he looks down for a moment, shoving his hands down in his pockets. “So, do ya wanna go on a sunset walk ‘fore our reservations?”

You agree, and the two of you head back down to the beach. His fingers fiddle with the little box in his pocket as you walk along the beach. Soon, you reach an old lifeguards stand, painted in brilliant mint green and flamingo pink colors. The ‘No Lifeguard on Duty’ paint is still visible, even after some seeming wear and tear to the outside of the building. 

The sun’s touching down on the horizon line as he guides you up onto the old structure’s small front deck, and you lean over the railing together as the sun sinks down. 

Your head turns to look over at your beloved boyfriend, admiring the way the sherbet sky reflects off of and compliments his alabaster skin. God he’s beautiful, you think to yourself for what has to be the millionth time in your three years of dating Clyde. He’ll forever be the most beautiful man in your eyes.

He turns to you then, standing up with a shaky hand reaching out to take yours. “Uh, Y/N, there’s somethin’...somethin’ I wanna do ‘fore we head off to dinner.”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure, hon. Are you alright, though? You’re shaking a bit.”

“’m alright, pumpkin.”

Clyde nods and then, he sinks down onto one knee, wobbling a bit as he adjusts to the new position. He steadies shortly after and then, he pulls the box out of his pocket and opens it up, exposing the ring he spent hours picking out for you.

You’re in shock, hands over your mouth as he smiles up at you, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I-I knew when I first met ya that you were gon’ be the woman I wanted to s...spend the rest of ma life with. Y-Yer so funny ‘n kind ‘n so, so beautiful; yer just...yer perfect, p-pumpkin.”

You feel the tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes as he continues, tears now running down his cheeks as well.

“I love y-ya more than life itself, Y/N, an’ I...I wanna spend the rest of ma livin’ days on this planet by yer side. Will ya...will ya marry me?”

Time seems to stand still for Clyde, then, his nerves overwhelming and overtaking his entire being. The seconds between his final word and your response are some of the longest and most anxious seconds of his life, but damnit, they were well worth it.

“Yes, Clyde, yes. O-Of course I’ll marry you.” You say, smiling as he stands to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

He’s overjoyed, really, heart racing but in the best possible way. You said yes. You’re gonna be his wife, his Mrs. Logan.

“God, I love ya.” Clyde whispers against your lips, pulling the ring from its place on the delicate pillow. “I love ya so, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you t-too, Clyde.” You smile, holding your left hand out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately pull him in for a hug. “I can’t wait to marry you, hon, can’t wait to become Mrs. Logan.”

He grins widely, pressing another few kisses onto your lips.

“Mrs. Y/N Logan, ma beautiful wife, ma forever partner.”

You nod, sniffling softly.

“Your forever partner.”