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Dagger
A redrawing of the first sketch I ever posted, because I wanted at least one continuous theme that I could fit every Dagger into for daggerfest and "bitchy summer" seemed like a good fit.
Bonus tattooed Bradley because :) well why not?
Under the cut -- lineart and closeups of the tattoos
#arctic draws#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#top gun#top gun fanart#top gun maverick#tgm#tgm fanart#fanart#art#I'm not tagging it as daggerfest because it's a redraw therefore not created for it#I forgot the damn hickeys from the original#ah fuck it#If I do this right then we will have the full 12 by the end of daggerfest and they will all fit together into a long artwork#I really wish my brain came up with the idea literally any time before today but alas#The tattoos are peonies for Carole#goose wings protectively wrapped around his back/shoulders for obvious reasons#and a little paper airplane#bitchy summer daggers
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I hope it's ok to throw up some Pete thoughts into your inbox, but that last rb of the fake vegaspete scenes has me thinking soooo many thoughts too. Even thinking about the original scene with Pete giving Porsche blocking advice... Do you think it's hard for Pete not to just see the violence in everything? Do you think it's hard for him to tell the difference? Was it easier for him to project his trauma onto Vegas than it was Porsche? Sorry sorry, my brain is kicking around so many hypotheticals that I almost want to write poetry
Oh anon, first of all, you can always come and throw at me *all* the Pete thoughts, I assume you've seen my blog and know how I'm like about that man. Second of all, damn, those questions are fascinating. I've never actually thought of Pete and violence and sex in that way before, at least not consciously (I think - I've only been thoroughly obsessing over him for almost 2 years lol). But anyway, for starters, I don't believe Pete is a stranger to sex. Even if he's a virgin in the show (something that was never confirmed), he's not oblivious to it. No matter the show's insistence at using Pete for comedic purposes in regards to him not knowing KP were a thing, I refuse to believe it! So, while, unfortunately, the scene with Porsche and the hickeys cannot really be interpreted in any other way than Pete having misunderstood what he saw on Porsche's neck, your question raises a good point for his character: does every act, including sex, involve violence for him? In my opinion, yes. Yes it does. Pete seeing the potential violence in everything could be a trauma response or a defense mechanism, both of which highly probable, as evidenced in ep4 with the table scene (though in that one, we had actual violence and potential escalated violence, depending on Tankhun's behaviour which Pete tried to control). Because of this, I don't think it's a matter of him finding it hard or not; it's a subconscious thing. I also don't think it'd be hard for him to tell the difference, but rather, Pete wouldn't *need* to tell the difference, because sex isn't something made for him. He's never thought it'd be something he would experience in his life before Vegas, so why distinguish one kind of violence from another? This is one of the main reasons why I utterly love their NC scene: it wasn't violent. Sure, it might have been painful - Pete hadn't completely healed yet, he was still wearing bandages and, depending on one's headcanon or not, penetration surely hurt to some degree - but it wasn't violent. It was hot kisses and licking necks and ass eating and slow thrusts and more kisses and.. yeah, you get the point. I believe it wasn't what Pete expected, same as the audience who witnessed it. Perhaps he expected another kind of violence, but got something completely different in the end, which is why Vegas using the handcuff again hit Pete so hard. The usual kind of violence returning, after the lack of it. He got too comfortable. He forgot to protect himself from the violence. Now, in regards to your last question, I believe Vegas' trauma is easier for Pete to project himself onto because it's a mirror (something @loveliesblood has actually said, because their brilliant character interpretations are brilliant). Pete's been there before, so he can empathize with a lost Vegas who's only response to the abuse is to blame himself. There's also the safety of distance: the days he'd been subjected to boxing against his will are over, so he's not in direct danger of his father abusing him like Vegas is. With Porsche, it's a little tricky. Taking as a hypothetical that he learns about what happened to Porsche somehow, the story hits a little *too* close to home for him to be able to process the trauma. There's no distance this time: it's here and now and he has to face it. But Pete is a hypocrite with no clue of what introspection means, so he shields himself from it, like he tries to do in ep13, in the infamous bathtub scene with Porsche, my favourite scene in the whole show. He cowers and hides and deflects. It's gorgeously agonizing to watch and I love it so, so much. This ended up being a little too long and I'm scared that I fucked up your incredible ask, but to salvage it a little bit, I'd like to highly encourage you to write the poetry you mentioned; we can never have enough of it, especially in the VP fandom. I'm sure it'll be wonderful ❤️ (Shoutout to @musictooth and their series of made-up vegaspete scenes, thank you so much for the brainworms haha)
#I'm sorry if I fucked up the questions anon#I loved your ask so much#I'm not sure I answered well but I hope you'll enjoy reading my thoughts regardless#but the different kinds of violence#and Pete's headspace about them#ohh this will stay with me#vegaspete#asks
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Prompt List #2
Welcome to my biggest prompt list ever
if you wanna request something from this list, just use the character and ‘ prompt 34 from prompt list #2′ thank u!
Theres like 200 so be wary
Angst
“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”
“Can you just shut your mouth ?”
“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”
“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”
“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?"
“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”
"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”
“You’re safe here, I got you.”
“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”
“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”
“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”
“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”
“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”
“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”
“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”
“What happened between us?”
“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”
“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”
“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”
“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”
“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”
“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”
“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”
“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”
“This will be the last time you lie to me.”
“You never loved me, did you?”
“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
“Your mind must be a horrible place.”
“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
“And I thought you loved me."
" And I thought I loved you."
" Aren't you even going to cry?"
“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”
“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”
“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”
“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”
”If you wanna know, then ask.”
“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”
“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”
“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”
“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
Fluff
51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
53. “You smell really nice.”
54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”
58. “You’re comfy.”
59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
60.“But I want to hear you sing.”
61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”
63.“I think I love you.”
64.“Your bed head is really cute.”
65.“How about a kiss?”
66.“You made this for me?”
67.Aw, you’re blushing.”
68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”
69. “Let me help you with that.”
70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”
71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
78.“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “
87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
91.“It was always you.”
92.I love you in every possible way.”
93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”
94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
95.“Duck, you idiot!”
96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”
97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
Sarcasm
101.“Define normal.”
102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”
108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.”
109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
114.“My middle finger salutes you.”
115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”
118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”
120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
124.“I need therapy after this.”
125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”
127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”
131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”
137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”
139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”
145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”
Drama
151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
154.“I know you lied to me.”
155.“I’m not even sorry.”
156.“You backstabber!” 157.“I never want to see you again.” 158.“You never mattered to me.”
159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”
160.“Rot in hell.”
161.“It was supposed to be a secret!”
162.“No one loves me.” 163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…” 164.“You made me cry.” 165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.” 166.“How DARE you?!” 167.“I know you’re not talking to me…” 168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”
169.“Just leave me alone.”
170.“What did you do?!” 171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
172. “Just admit that was extra…”
173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.” 174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?” 175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?” 176.“There’s something I have to tell you…” 177.“I can’t do this anymore.” 178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.” 179.“I never loved you.” 180.“It’s too late.”
181.“Quit ignoring me.”
182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”
184.“I don’t want to be friends.”
185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
186.“Friendzoned again.”
187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”
190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
199.“We agreed this was just physical!”
200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Ahhh im sorry that was so long, but if you read all the way to here, your a real one.
Again i write for all Hp characters! Feel free to use these prompts as ur own
#harry potter x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasley x reader#ron weasley x reader#charlie weasley x reader#bill weasley x reader#ginny weasley x reader#draco malfoy x reader#blaise zabini x reader#cedric diggory x reader#oliver wood x reader#luna lovegood x reader#sirius black x reader#severus snape x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#regulus black x reader#prompt list#hermione granger x reader#lily evans x reader
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usually, when someone thinks of linked universe, they don’t think about katy perry. however, her hit song “last friday night” is actually a perfect linked universe song, as each verse of the song corresponds to a link’s adventure and individual struggles. despite its peppy beat, in this essay i will prove how “last friday night” is actually a song made for linked universe, a legend of zelda au created by tumblr user jojo56830.
the opening segment of “last friday night” corresponds with the link of breath of the wild, nicknamed wild. the singer describes the act of waking up:
There's a stranger in my bed / There's a pounding in my head / Glitter all over the room / Pink flamingos in the pool
wild, who struggles with his failure of defeating ganon 100 years ago in breath of the wild, cannot reconcile his “past self” with who he is. he, too, also wakes up in a bed in a weak state, as he starts the game with only three hearts. the last two lyrics also describe the landscape of breath of the wild, which is strange but wondrous as well.
the next verse corresponds with warriors, the link from hyrule warriors. as the singer continues (warning for mentioned alcohol):
I smell like a minibar / DJ's passed out in the yard / Barbies on the barbecue / This a hickey or a bruise?
the second and third lyric can be interpreted as the many people who arrive from different timelines to warriors’ hyrule, one of the problems he confronts in the war of eras. moreover, the last line also references cia’s obsession with warriors, as while she is an enemy in the game, she is also in love with him. thus it makes sense if she gave him a wound that is either one made from violence or from her obsession with him.
continuing in the song, we get the lyrics:
Pictures of last night ended up online / I'm screwed, oh, well / It's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled / Damn
this verse goes to sky, as his legacy as the chosen hero—or in this case, “pictures”—end up influencing the rest of the legend of zelda series. he himself feels immense guilt toward the situation, which would align with the “i’m screwed” lyric. the “blacked out blur” also references his tendency to sleep, due to his reoccurring nightmares of the imprisoned, so the chance to sleep properly “rules.”
skipping a section of the chorus, we end up getting to the titular portion of the song:
Last Friday night / Yeah, I think we broke the law / Always say we're gonna stop, whoa / This Friday night, do it all again / But this Friday night, do it all again
this applies to the entire legend of zelda franchise, as the hero must bend the rules sometimes in order to complete his quest: sneaking into gerudo town, kidnapping the princess, etc. moreover, the cycle repeats, despite everyone’s efforts; “this Friday night, do it all again” would imply the beginning of the cycle once more.
now in the second set of verses, the singer talks about the issues they have with recalling the night before:
Trying to connect the dots / Don't know what to tell my boss / Think the city towed my car / Chandelier is on the floor
this verse applies perfectly to twilight, as he struggles to figure out the mystery of the hero’s shade/midna’s identity/why he is in hyrule castle’s dungeon. “don’t know what to tell my boss” can also reference his struggle to confess that he is the wolf to the villagers of ordon, or how to tell time that he is the hero’s shade. the third lyric also references time and twilight’s familial connection through epona: if time is the city and “took” epona, then twilight follows back his origins to lon lon ranch.
continuing on, we also get to the verse which describes the hero of legend’s adventures:
Ripped my favorite party dress / Warrant's out for my arrest / Think I need a ginger ale / That was such an epic fail
legend, who has gone on a fashion adventure in the game “triforce heroes” as well as having different sets of protective tunics, is also the only link who is technically wearing a “dress.” he is also the only one who has a plausible warrant for his arrest, as he kidnaps the princess in a link to the past; he also has a bad relationship with the hyrule knights. “think i need a ginger ale” would describe legend’s averse nature to going on another big quest, given how tired he is of all the ordeals he’s gone through, and “that was such an epic fail” could reference his biggest guilt: Koholint, which he failed to save the inhabitants.
we get another repeat verse in the song at this point. this one describes hyrule, as:
Pictures of last night ended up online / I'm screwed, oh, well / It's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled / Damn
the first two lyrics describe his dilemma in zelda 2, where if he sheds any blood, ganon’s minions will be able to resurrect him. this is only due to hyrule’s previous adventure, aka “pictures of last night”, and he is “screwed” because of this. further, “blacked out blur” could reference either his origins in zelda 1 (getting the sword from the cave) or waking up the zelda in the second game. not only that, but this verse is also a pun; “pretty sure it ruled” can reference his hero’s title, and that he is also implied to become the future king of hyrule in zelda 2 by fulfilling the prophecy of waking aurora up.
as previously stated, the chorus applies overall to the adventures of link the hero and the continuous reincarnation cycle that occurs throughout the games. now we arrive at the bridge, where the singers chant “T.G.I.F” six times. this is a reference to four, as there are four letters for the four parts of him. moreover, much of four’s adventures revolve putting a stop to someone’s evil schemes, such as vaati. thus the “thank goodness it’s Friday” chant, or “TGIF”, would represent the end of vaati’s shenanigans.
this is the end of individual verses which apply to specific links of linked universe; however, every instance of “Think we kissed, but I forgot” in the chorus is time talking about Malon. the “I forgot” references his past relationship to her in ocarina of time, while the “think we kissed” refers to their current relationship.
so while our minds may not initially jump to Katy Perry when we think of linked universe, we shouldn’t be too hasty to rule her songs out. as “last friday night” has proven to be incredibly applicable to linked universe and describing each link’s individual struggle, thus explaining why it is the perfect song for linked universe.
#mochis mumbles#linked universe#linkeduniverse#dump post#if the read more fails idk what I’ll do#cry probably#i’m gonna cry. like i’m gonna cry.#im in tears over this. I don’t know how to feel#what am I supposed to do with this#had a whole mental breakdown
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laundry room
pairing: ex!tony x reader
word count: 3200
summary: you and tony are fresh out of a very long and serious relationship, only having broken up about a week prior. thankfully you are on good terms and even friends, but you are currently living in his house while you are working on packing up your things to eventually move out. you didn’t think it would be too hard for both of you to be on your best behavior, but clearly you were wrong.
themes: smuuuuuuuuuut. daddy kink
taglist: @sebabestianstan101, @pining-and-tired, @gogomez-509, @a-distantdreamer, @malthestorytellerblog, @rainbowkisses31, @melannie77, @gigistorm, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox, @isthiskaii, @taylorswiftloverforever13, @hulksmashin-bannerpackin
note: yeah idk i’ve had muse for this for a while and so here it is, my first tony x reader fic!! hopefully i can slowly work my way through the rest of the avengers (most likely just the male ones bc i’m not really good at writing girl on girl stuff tbh) ! also sorry this hasn’t been proofread i’m too tired and need to go to bed lmao. pls let me know what you think thoughh
It was awkward living in the home of your ex-boyfriend, but not as much as it could have been considering Tony Stark’s home was huge. You practically had your own separate wing for God’s sake, and despite now being exes after nearly three years of dating, the two of you were actually on quite good terms.
The break up had been mutual. It had gradually been getting more and more painfully obvious that the only thing keeping the two of you together was wonderful, rough, and heated sex. There were no more long, late night conversations in his lab, no more fun and social outings to all types of conventions and galas and events he helped fund, no more date nights at your favorite burger joint. Even the hugs and kisses felt bland and forced. It was sad and scary to suddenly be single again after having been convinced for so long that Tony was going to be your husband one day, but you knew you would be alright. The two of you had shared a surprisingly mature conversation about the matter; he was just as heartbroken as you were, but he told you that he would always love you, even if it may be in a different way than before.
For the most part, you did not see much of each other despite staying in the same home. He was often working, as were you, and during the nights he would be slaving away in his lab on God knows what. The only reason you were still there was because you were still in the process of moving your things out; you would stay at your friend’s place until you found an apartment of your own. Tony had offered to buy you a place himself, but you had assured him it was alright. The two of you may have been friends, but you did not want to have to rely on him.
You had stepped out of the shower, wrapping your towel around your figure when you realized you had completely forgotten to get your laundry. Stepping out into your bedroom, you practically ransacked the dresser looking for something, but to no avail. A lot of your clothes were already packed up in boxes and ready to be moved. With a light sigh, you headed for the laundry room, holding your towel around yourself. It was around 9 PM, meaning Tony would most likely still be at work anyways. Not that this was anything he hadn’t seen before.
Too lazy to retrieve all of your clothes, you simply pulled out what you needed. A bra, thong, tank, and sleep shorts-- nothing fancy, and besides, most if not all of this would probably come off by the time you were ready to sleep, anyways. It was then you heard Tony’s voice from the hallway, his footsteps approaching the laundry room probably having seen the light turned on. “Hey, Y/N, I’m glad I caught ya-- I wanted to talk to you abo-” he began, then instantly paused when he stepped inside the room, brown eyes now focused on your towel wearing frame. “Oh. Well, hello to you too.” He muttered, and you bit your lip, laughing awkwardly. “Sorry, forgot my clothes. Here, I’ll just go change and then--” you started to say, but as you were trying to move around him you dropped one of the articles of clothing in your hand; looking down, you scoffed silently in disbelief. Of course it happened to be the thong. “I’m just gonna….” you trailed off and laughed again but leaned over to pick it up, trying to hold your towel up despite your hand holding onto your clothes. For once, Tony was completely silent, and this was slightly concerning. When you straightened up, however, it was easy to see why. You knew that look in his eyes, and you knew why it was there. He really was not the type to get so worked up or turned on easily, but you supposed it had been difficult for both of you going from fucking every single day to having to take matters into your own hands (literally). You cleared your throat once you straightened back up.
“Did you need anything?” you asked, trying to make this strange experience as casual as possible. He kept his eyes on you, now taking a step closer as his teeth pulled on his lower lip. “No, but fuck, now I do…” You knew this expression even better than the first, and it made you slightly press your thighs together underneath the towel. “What is it…?” you asked, though your voice was soft and distracted, your hand clenching your clothes tighter. He was now standing directly in front of you, barely leaving any space between your bodies as he looked down at you with lust filled, desperate eyes. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, don’t act like you don’t know how much I want you right now…”
His words sent shivers down your spine. You knew where this was headed, and your more rational side could try to interfere all it wanted, but you knew it would not succeed. “One time can’t hurt… right…?” you whispered, and a wide smirk crossed his lips. Before you knew it, you were being pulled into his body, his lips crashing against yours in an incredibly rough and familiar kiss. Your tight fist immediately relaxed, dropping the clothes you had originally been so determined to put on. You brought your arms around his neck and he lifted you up to sit on top of the washing machine, not breaking the kiss for even a second. “Fuck,” a growl of a curse uttered forth from his lips, and the husky tone in itself was enough to make you wet combined with the sinful way his tongue worked around yours. “It’s been too damn long…”
“We… broke up… a week ago, Tony…” you reminded him with breathless giggles in between kisses, wrapping your legs around the man’s waist tightly to keep him close to you. He smirked and bit down on your lower lip, barely tugging with his teeth. “My statement still stands,” he murmured, giving your kiss swollen lips yet another peck before running his hand up under your towel to rub your inner thigh. “I just miss this perfect body so damn much.” He paused as he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, barely wrinkling his nose as if thoughtful. “And you in general, I suppose.” He joked in typical sarcastic Tony fashion, and you laughed, teasingly playing with the hem of your towel. “I think you need to get undressed a little more,” you whispered, nodding towards his fully clothed body. “This doesn't seem very fair.” He simply smirked as he suddenly grabbed the towel, tugging it off of you with one rough movement and haphazardly tossing it aside. “Life’s not fair, sweet cheeks.” He made a point to bring his hand down to your ass to squeeze as he said this before peppering your neck in kisses and nibbles, other hand moving to grope your soft breast. You let out a moan as you arched your back towards him, whining softly as his fingers teased your sensitive nipple, his tongue tracing hot circles over your skin while his teeth left dark marks behind. You knew the others would give you shit for the hickeys if they ever saw them, but at the same time, they had probably practically been placing bets on the fact that you and Tony would most likely hook up again after breaking up.
“Fuck me,” you suddenly begged, rolling your hips and clenching your thighs together to appease the wet heat between them. “Please, Tony, I need you so fucking bad.” He groaned simply from hearing your words, pulling back to make direct eye contact as he brought his fingers up your thigh to rub against your wet folds. “How bad?” he asked innocently, and as frustrated as you were, you had known this was coming. Tony was not the type to let up teasing so easily, even if it was torture for him too. “Fuck, Tony, I’ve been... thinking about you every single night... since we broke up,” you admitted in a half whimper, only slightly distracted by his fingers teasing your entrance. “And I- I’m tired of.. using my own fingers… or the toys you bought me…”
“Now I spent good money on those toys, baby doll.” He spoke as if reprimanding you, eyebrow raised slightly. “Would you rather Daddy use them on you?” He pushed a finger inside you, pumping deeply already as he tilted his head. “Or is this enough for you? Let’s see how many times Daddy can make his little cock slut cum for him before he fucks you nice and hard, yeah?” You let out a desperate moan as you rolled your hips further, legs now relaxed on either side of him but spread slightly to give him room, one hand holding the edge of the washing machine. You loved when he became authoritative like this, even when his already arrogant air about him was increased. He used two fingers to rub against your folds slowly but roughly, applying just the perfect amount of pressure making you mewl in a needy sense of pleasure as you gazed up into his eyes. “M-more,” you begged, and his dark smirk grew, his eyes fixed on yours. “I don’t even know if you need more, to be honest,” he replied nonchalantly, moving to start rubbing your clit. “I think you’re going to come undone for me right fucking now.” You gasped as he teased your sensitive bundle of nerves, fingers moving in circular motions knowing just exactly the pace you liked it. “D-Daddy! Fuck, I’m gonna….” He chuckled lowly, using his other hand to roll your nipple between his fingers. “Already, baby girl? And to think you were greedy to ask Daddy for more.” You gasped as you released, your cheeks practically pink and your eyes round as you watched him taste you off his fingers.
“God I missed how addictive you taste.” He admitted, sighing deeply before suddenly bringing his fingers back down, rubbing again. You widened your eyes, instinctively reaching down to grab his wrist. “Wh-what are you doing?” you asked in breathy whimpers, already feeling oversensitive. He arched an eyebrow as he slowly pushed a finger inside, your hold on his wrist having no effect on him whatsoever as he began to pump slowly. “Making you come again, duh. Have a problem with that, sugar? You did ask me for more, didn’t you?” You let out a soft whine, unsure if it was out of feeling overwhelmed or pleasured, biting on your lip harshly. “Daddy…”
He suddenly grabbed your hip with his other hand, scooting you further back on the washing machine, “Lean back against the wall,” he demanded, taking the initiative to lightly press you back himself until your back was leaned against the wall, your body naturally arched towards him with the way you were positioned. He continued pumping for a few moments and you moaned louder, feeling your legs shudder. “Daddy..!” you cried out from the stimulus, and he pushed another finger inside, watching you closely and breathless from being so turned on. However, just when you were about to come…..
“You know what?” He suddenly withdrew his fingers, giving you a devious smile as he licked at them again, taking in your shocked expression and even whine of disappointment. “I need a more direct approach.” Grabbing a hold of your thighs, he spread them apart and leaned down, swiping his tongue across your heated sex. You immediately took hold of his hair, fingers entangled in the chocolate brown strands as he moved his tongue to toy with the hood of your clit, a string of moans escaping your parted lips. When he pushed his tongue inside your entrance, you remembered just why it had been so damn hard to break up with him. Even the tiniest movements had your mind hazing, your grip on his locks tightening as you felt his beard rub up against your skin. It was almost infuriating how good at this he was, and your back was arched so incredibly towards him you would probably need a chiropractor in the near future. He gripped your thighs so hard you knew there would be bruises by the morning, but that was the least of your concern. Moving one hand so that he could stimulate your clit once again, he plunged his tongue deeper inside you, taking his time to lick all around. You were sighing in content as you tilted your head back, grinding yourself against his fingers; and then he pulled back for a second, gazing up at you to take in your lust filled expression, groaning to himself before dipping his head back down. His tongue found your clit again, flicking at it with the perfect amount of force, knowing just how to play with it; he practically knew its shape by heart, and he knew just how to move it around to drive you crazy. It was when he used his lips as a suction that you knew you were reaching your limit, unsure how you had even lasted this long to begin with. “Daddy!” you moaned as you came again, watching turned on as he lapped up every single bit of your release into his greedy mouth, practically unable to catch your breath.
“Do I taste good?” you whispered innocently, and he smirked, straightening up again as he yanked you to his body, returning you back to the edge of the washing machine. “Why don’t you find out yourself.” He kissed you again with even more passion than before and you gasped against his lips, bringing your arms around his neck to keep him close while you hitched your legs up around his waist. You felt his clothed bulge press against your bare thigh and you found yourself grinding against it, whining from feeling overstimulated but unable to help but want it. “Fuck me,” you pleaded again, and this time he did not argue. He hastily unzipped his pants, kicking them off before removing his boxer briefs. Jerking your body even closer to the edge of the appliance, he moved one hand to hold the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t take your eyes off me, doll,” he commanded, and you immediately nodded. “Y-Yes sir.” He smirked, scoffing lowly from being so aroused just from hearing the term of authority, guiding himself to rub his tip against your already sensitive folds. Pushing himself inside, you shivered upon hearing his husky groans, moving your hands to hold his biceps as he started moving his hips. “Mmm..! You’re so…. So big….” you moaned as you rocked your own hips in sync with his, tilting your head back feeling your damp hair from your shower fall lower onto your bare back. He smirked weakly as he began thrusting even harder, moving his hands to grasp your legs and push them back so you were even more spread for him as you sat atop the washing machine, beginning to move even faster. “God… Dammit…” he grunted, still maintaining eye contact with you, loving how pleasured and out of breath you seemed already. “You look even more sexy when you’re taking Daddy’s big cock… holy shit I’m never going to find a better fuck than you, I swear.” The praise only turned you on even more; you had always felt genuinely happy when you could go above and beyond when it came to satisfying Tony’s needs, and a more selfish part of you was a little pleased that he could admit himself that he would never be able to find anyone like you. He pushed himself even deeper, loving to hear your moans becoming louder and louder, bouncing off the walls of the relatively small room, not giving a shit if they traveled through the vents-- no one was there to hear them, anyways, though Tony had to admit such a factor would make this even hotter.
He was moving with such vigor and speed that you weren’t expecting him to abruptly pull out, but it was only to put you in a different position-- before you knew it, you were suddenly placed on the ground again, feet on the floor but facing the washing machine. Bending you over, he thrust himself right back into your tight entrance, groaning as his hands held your waist. You were nearly screaming in delight as you held the edges of the washing machine, cheek pressed against the cool surface, too overwhelmed to even lift your head. However, his hands reached around to lift your upper body slightly, only to grab your breasts he loved so much, playing with and bouncing them around even though the force of his thrusts was already rocking your body hard. The sound of skin slapping only increased arousal, and once he hit your g-spot, you knew you were about to be sent over the edge.
“Come for me, darling,” he hissed into your ear knowingly, nibbling on the tip of it sensually; you sometimes hated how well he knew your body, but how could he not at this point? The two of you had been having sex for years. You let yourself release, your chest heaving from how breathless you were, whimpering as you felt him come inside you. He often had when the two of you were dating, considering you were on birth control, and so you were not so worried about it now; if anything, it felt good, and you let out a slow and somewhat shaky sigh as you let your body relax, straightening up as he pulled out of you. Turning around, you gave him a breathess smile, barely chewing on your lower lip. “That… was definitely not part of our whole break up plan,” you murmured, and he chuckled huskily, leaning down to pull his underwear and pants up again. “No, no it was not, but what’s the fun in having a plan, really?” Still, he sighed, running his fingers through his hair afterwards as he picked up your towel from the floor to gently wrap it around your frame. “We’ll work on it. Alright? We’ll be fine. No harm in, you know, fucking like rabbits every now and then.” You scoffed as you playfully gave his chest a light shove, but couldn’t help but smile, especially upon seeing his own cross his lips. “We can’t do this anymore, Tony,” you insisted, even though your own tone sounded like you couldn’t even fully convince yourself. “We’re gonna be good. Starting now.” You bent over to pick up your clothes from the floor before stepping around him, making your way to the room you were sleeping in. He followed after you with a loud sigh, but suddenly reached forward to give your ass a slap underneath the towel. You squealed and turned your head back, looking at him in shock.
He gave you a nonchalant grin but lifted his hands up in defense. “Right. Starting now.”
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Prompt List And Who I Will Write For
When requesting a oneshot you can but are not required to choose a prompt off this list (which is one of @marauder-exe‘s prompt lists that im using because i physically cant produce prompts lol) and just tell me what character you want it with (i will list characters and ships that i write for at the end)
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Angst
1. “I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
2. “I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”
3. “Can you just shut your mouth ?”
4. “wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”
5.“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”
6. “Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?“
7. “I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”
8. "Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”
9. “You’re safe here, I got you.”
10. “Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”
11. “Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”
12. “If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”
13. “We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”
14. “SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
15. “You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”
16. “I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”
17. “You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”
18. “What happened between us?”
19. “Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”
20. “Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”
21. “You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
22.“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”
23. “I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”
24. “I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”
25. “I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”
26.. “I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”
27.“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”
28. “This will be the last time you lie to me.”
29.“You never loved me, did you?”
30. “You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
31. “Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
32. “We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
33. “Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
34. “Your mind must be a horrible place.”
35. “Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
36. “And I thought you loved me.” “ And I thought I loved you.”
37. “ Aren’t you even going to cry?”
38. “I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”
39. “Did you always know that you were going to leave?”
40.“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”
41. “I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”
42. ”If you wanna know, then ask.”
43.“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”
44. “We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”
45. “Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”
46. “When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”
47. “What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
48. “It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”
49. “What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
50. “Why do you have tO BE SUCH A HYPOCRITE ALL THE TIME” (this is my prompt bc the numbers were being weird)
Fluff
51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
53. “You smell really nice.” 54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”
58. “You’re comfy.”
59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
60.“But I want to hear you sing.”
61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”
63.“I think I love you.”
64.“Your bed head is really cute.”
65.“How about a kiss?”
66.“You made this for me?”
67.Aw, you’re blushing.”
68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”
69. “Let me help you with that.”
70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”
71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
78.“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “
87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
91.“It was always you.”
92.I love you in every possible way.”
93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”
94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
95.“Duck, you idiot!”
96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”
97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
Sarcasm
101.“Define normal.”
102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”
108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.”
109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
114.“My middle finger salutes you.”
115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”
118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”
120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
124.“I need therapy after this.”
125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”
127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”
131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”
137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.
” 139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”
145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”
Drama
151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
154.“I know you lied to me.”
155.“I’m not even sorry.”
156.“You backstabber!”
157.“I never want to see you again.”
158.“You never mattered to me.”
159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”
160.“Rot in hell.”
161.“It was supposed to be a secret!” 1
62.“No one loves me.”
163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…”
164.“You made me cry.”
165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.”
166.“How DARE you?!”
167.“I know you’re not talking to me…”
168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”
169.“Just leave me alone.”
170.“What did you do?!”
171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
172. “Just admit that was extra…”
173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.”
174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?”
175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?”
176.“There’s something I have to tell you…”
177.“I can’t do this anymore.”
178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”
179.“I never loved you.”
180.“It’s too late.”
181.“Quit ignoring me.”
182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”
184.“I don’t want to be friends.”
185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
186.“Friendzoned again.”
187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”
190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.” 199.“We agreed this was just physical!”
200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Characters/people i write for
Marvel
Steve rogers
Clint Barton
Scott Lang
Tony Stark
Sam Wilson
Thor Odinson
Loki Laufeyson
Bucky Barnes
Peter Quill
Peter Parker
Pietro Maximoff
Bruce Banner
Stucky (ship)
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Derek Morgan
Aaron Hotchner
Greys Anatomy
Alex Karev
Mark Sloan
Andrew Deluca
Actors
Matthew Gray Gubler
Chris Evans
Tom Holland
Tom Hiddleston
Johnny Depp
Jensen Ackles
Sebastian Stan
Daveed Diggs
Colin O’Donoughue
Once Upon A Time
Killian Jones
Jefferson
Harry Potter
Fred Weasley
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Draco Malfoy
James Potter
wolfstar (ship)
Miscellaneous
Steven Hyde (That 70s Show)
Jack Sparrow (Pirates Of The Caribbean)
Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
#supernatural fic#fanfiction#potc#supernatural x reader#that 70s show#harry potter#once upon a time#x reader#chris evans#sebastian stan#colin o'donoughue#johnny depp#greys anatomy#avengers#marvel fanfiction#oneshots#prompts#ships#stucky#wolfstar
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do they give each other hickies and if so who gives/receives and what are the muses reactions ?? (i hc eurydice gives them to orpheus but i’m curious to know what y’all think)
Oh you know Eurydice likes to give Orpheus hickeys. The first time it happened though... oof that was an experience.
Orpheus was watching the movie. He swore — he was paying attention up until he felt her fingers on his arm. She was touching him gently, but he could feel her eyes on him too. Eurydice and Orpheus were curled up together on the big chair she had in the corner of her apartment, her legs thrown over his, and her back against the arm of the chair. Some cooking show was playing on her laptop as they sat together, but while he was still watching, her attention waned.
Her fingers intertwined with his and she leaned in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“Orpheus,” she whispered, her lips against his arm, pressing kisses against his shoulder, working her way up and across his collarbone.
“Mmhmm?” He mumbled, trying to make it seem like he was still focused on the screen, when all of his focus was on the way her skin felt against his.
He could feel her smile against his skin for a moment before she shifted, moving to sit in his lap. His arms went around her, as if second nature to want to hold her close, to keep her steady. He clasped his hands behind her and rested them on the small of her back. “Has anyone...” she trailed off, pressing a kiss to his jawline, tugging a little on his bandana.
He bit his lip and his eyes fluttered a little, his attention entirely on the way her lips felt as they explored his jaw, on the feeling of her tugging him closer. She started to undo the banana and he squeezed her waist.
“H-has anyone what?” He asked, a little breathless. He could feel her smile, feel a little puff of air against his neck as she laughed, pulling the bandana off his neck, and dropping it behind the chair. She pulled back to look at him, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek.
She looked at him with a mix of stars and hazy lust in her eyes, and he looked back at her, his eyes bright, wide and fluttery. She smiled at him pressing her mouth against his for a moment. This he knew how to do. He knew how to kiss her, how to meet her where she was. Their kisses were like waltzes and he was the greatest partner she had ever had. When she pulled away his eyes were half shut. She smirked and stuck to her original plan.
“Has anyone ever given you a hickey?” He blinked at her and, half afraid of what his voice would sound like, simply shook his head. It must have been the right answer because Eurydice’s eyes lit up and she went back to kissing his jaw, sucking slightly at points. But it was when her lips found the spot on his neck that she loved, he understood what she was doing.
Oh. Oh.
Orpheus’ head fell back, and his grip on Eurydice tightened. She relaxed into his frame and continued sucking on that one spot on his neck, just relishing in Orpheus’ uneven breathing. She alternated between pressing open mouth kisses across his neck, hot and gentle, and pulling sections of his neck between her lips. When she used her teeth the first time, just nipping him slightly, she won the jackpot.
She heard his breath hitch, before a soft moan found its way out of his lips. She smiled against his skin, her semi assault on his neck not faltering. Hearing him moan, hearing him speak his pleasure into existence using that damn voice of his was something that affected her in ways she had never been affected before. She felt like she had won a prize every time she was able to elicit a moan like that — full bodied, honest, and just a little broken.
She spent more time than she would have liked to admit with her mouth on his neck. By the time she was ready to move on, Orpheus had moved from moaning, to whimpering, her name frequently crossing his lips. When she sat back on his legs, she was able to admire her handy-work — eight or nine little love marks, blooming the softest shades of lilac and rose on his pale skin. She knew from experience that tomorrow they would be violet, magenta, but she had taken enough care to place them in the direct path of the bandana he wore everyday.
He felt her lean back and his head rolled to the side. His eyes were needy, his lips red from where he had been biting them. He looked positively radiant — this unconventional mix of soft and sharp. Like he wanted nothing more than for her to continue doing whatever she wanted to him. No, with him. She might have staked her claim on him, her little signatures peppering his neck, but this was their dance.
“Eurydice,” he said, his voice thick, catching in his throat. She smiled brightly, leaning in to kiss him gently for just a moment.
“Take me to bed, Poet,” she said, pulling back from their kiss just enough to whisper against his lips. He nodded and wrapped his hands around her thighs, shifting to stand, with her wrapped around him. He held her close to him, his forehead against hers, as he carried her the few steps to her bed.
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Orpheus woke up to the incessant vibrating of his phone. Eurydice was curled into his chest, his front pressed against her back, and he so didn’t want to move her from her position. She looked so peaceful, sleeping in his shirt, hands gripping the blanket. And so he tried to ignore it, instead choosing to wipe the sleep from his eyes and lay back down. The phone kept buzzing. And buzzing. Soon enough it woke Eurydice from her sleep. She whined and turned in his arms, pressing her face against his chest.
“Make it stop, Poet,” she murmured, sleep mingling with annoyance in her voice. He pressed a kiss to her head and reached over to grab the phone, answering the call without looking to see who it was.
“Hello?” he whispered, not wanting to disturb Eurydice any more than he already had. He felt her curl into him further, her head finding its way under his chin as she held him close to her.
“Oh my god,” he could hear laughter from the other end of the phone. Thalia. “We’ve woken Romeo!”
“Thalia?” Orpheus murmured, confused as to why his aunt was calling him. And even more confused as to why he could hear two or three sets of laughs in the background.
“Hey Kiddo, did you forget you were coming with us for brunch so that we could plan for Euterpe’s birthday?” Orpheus’ eye widened at that, his body tensing up and alerting Eurydice to the fact that something was wrong.
“Oh, Thalia, I’m so sorry, I-I-I got distracted last night and—“ Orpheus removed himself from Eurydice’s grasp, much to her annoyance. She growled low in her throat as he got out of bed, but her frustration quickly turned to annoyance, and sadness, as she lost the warmth of her Orpheus.
“It’s okay, Kiddo. I texted Hermes and he gave me Eurydice’s address. Urania, Cory, and Erato are with me, and we’re meeting Poly there. We’re outside Eurydice’s building now.”
“I’ll be down in two seconds, I promise! Wait for me!” He said, searching for his clothes on the floor, throwing on whatever he could find.
“We will,” he heard Thalia chuckle before hanging up.
“Wanna tell me what that was about?” Eurydice said, sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes. Orpheus was frantically looking around for his shirt until Eurydice spoke, and when he looked up at her, he was greeted with a vision.
Eurydice’s hair was messy, her bangs flying out in all directions. Her eyes, soft and sleepy, held worry in them as she looked to him for an answer. His t-shirt was hanging off her shoulders and Orpheus hated the next thing he said before it even came out of his mouth.
“That was Thalia. I forgot I was meeting her this morning. She’s outside. I need my shirt back.”
Eurydice looked taken aback for a moment, frozen. Of all the things she was expecting to hear come out of Orpheus’ mouth, those four short sentences were maybe the most unexpected. She must have stalled for a moment too long, because Orpheus moved from the end of her bed up to sit beside her.
“‘Rydice, they’re downstairs. I’m so sorry but I need to go,” Eurydice nodded, pulling his shirt over her head, leaving her only in her lace bralette and thin pyjama shorts. He leaned in to kiss her quickly, gently cupping her cheek, before pulling his shirt over his head. It was then that she noticed the problem.
“Shit, Orpheus,” she said as he leant down to pull his shoes on. “Orpheus, you need your bandana, where is it?”
“Eurydice it’s fine I don’t need it, I’ve already made them wait long enough.” Eurydice shook her head, looking at the damage she had done to his collarbone and his neck the night before. Oh gods he’s going to see his aunts like this.
“No no no, Poet, I think you should find that bandana,” she said, a sense of dread creeping into her voice. She moved to get out of bed, but Orpheus just brushed her off, instead coming closer to her. He gently placed a hand on her waist, and out of habit she put her hand on his cheek, as he leaned in again to kiss her softly.
“I’ll text you later,” he said smiling, before letting her go and running out the door and down the stairs. And there Eurydice was, left standing in her apartment, as her boyfriend went to visit his family with six or seven hickies in full view.
“Oh fuck.”
* * *
“Don’t. Say. A. Word,” Urania hissed, urgency in her voice. It shocked her sisters, but they knew better than to argue with each other when one was so insistent. When Orpheus stepped into full view of the car, there was a collective half-gasp-half-giggle from the other women in the car.
“What are you talking ab— oh my god,” Thalia said, gripping the steering wheel, trying to hold back a laugh.
Urania unbuckled her seatbelt, hopping out of the car. She turned to her sisters and once again, venom in her voice, said “don’t say a single fucking word.” She turned and waited for her nephew to approach her.
“Urania,” He said, a little out of breath. “I’m so sorry. Eurydice and I were distracted last night a-and I forgot to set an alarm.” She smiled at the tall kid, and reached up for a hug.
“No worries, Starlight. Just glad you could make it,” she said, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. She kept thinking about how Orpheus said ‘Eurydice and I’, as if it was one word. EurydiceandI. No separation. And it looked like, if Eurydice had her way, she was trying to remove all spare space between them.
“Okay, you get the front seat. No room for your long legs in the back,” Urania said, making Orpheus laugh, before sliding in beside Erato. She watched Orpheus get in, watched Thalia reach over to ruffle his hair before he turned around to smile brightly at Erato and Cory.
The drive to their favourite brunch spot was loud, which was the only way Orpheus knew his family to behave. What started as a story about Cory’s latest performance quickly turned into giggles and other anecdotes. When they arrived at the restaurant, they saw Poly waiting out front, waving to them with a big smile on her face Urania hopped out of the car quickly to run up to her sister.
“If you say anything, I will end you, Poly, I swear,” she whispered next to her ear as she hugged her close. Urania could tell the moment that Orpheus got out of the car by the way Poly gasped slightly. Urania let her go, watching her skip over to the car to wrap Orpheus up in a hug.
When they were all settled inside at their table, coffee and tea in front of them, the family quieted just slightly. Cory stirred her tea, Thalia sipped her coffee. Orpheus took a small sip of his orange juice, as Urania started to talk.
“What did you and Eurydice get up to last night?”
Orpheus almost choked on his orange juice, but saved himself and put the drink down. All the women could see the slight blush creep onto his cheeks.
“We watched a movie for a bit,” he said, his eyes on the menu in front of him. “And then we…. w-we hung out and went to bed.”
“Did you have fun?” Erato asked from beside him, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand. She smiled at him, with just a glint of mischief in her eyes and it was only a bit unsettling for Orpheus. Orpheus didn’t have a chance to respond before Urania started talking again.
“Cause it sure looks like Eurydice did,” she said into her cup of coffee. Orpheus looked around the table, completely wrapped up in his confusion. Poly wouldn’t make eye contact with him, Cory had dissolved into giggles, her head fully resting on the table. Orpheus made eye contact with Thalia who, with a smile on her face, gestured to her neck.
Orpheus’ hand came up to his own neck, and accidentally pressed his thumb into one of Eurydice’s love bites. Oh no, Orpheus thought to himself. In an instant, his mind flashed to last night, to Eurydice pressed against him, claiming him, to Eurydice this morning, insistent on him wearing his bandana.
“Oh my gosh,” Orpheus said, closing his eyes, his hands coming up to cover his neck, as his aunts finally burst out into laughter. Thalia was wiping tears from her eyes, and Urania smiled smugly at Orpheus. He sunk down in his chair, pressing his chin forward, ignoring the sting of one of the larger hickeys.
“I didn’t… we… s-she just…” Orpheus tried and failed to find words to explain the marks on his neck. He let himself fall over onto the table, hiding his now red face in his arms. A chorus of ‘aww’s came from his aunts, and he felt someone reach over to ruffle his hair (probably Poly) and felt an arm wrap around his back.
“Hey Orpheus, it’s okay! We’re just having a bit of fun,” Erato said, rubbing circles on his back. The laughter died down, and the five women watched him with smiles on their faces. “No need to get embarrassed! We think it’s cute.”
Orpheus knew that there was no malice or venom behind the words and laughter of his aunts — in all honesty, they were thrilled that Orpheus had fallen in love, and with a girl as sweet and lovely as Eurydice. They loved getting to watch him in this state, and their hearts ached for their big sister, who would never get to see how blindingly happy Orpheus was. But it still made him feel embarrassed.
“You alright, kiddo?” Thalia asked from the other side of the table, reaching her leg over to nudge at his foot. Orpheus just groaned in response, sitting up. His face was bright red, as he looked down at the table. He thought about Eurydice the night before, and how she had been so excited to cover him in kisses and marks the way she did. He thought about it and couldn’t keep a little smile off his face.
“… I didn’t know they’d leave such visible marks,” he mumbled, biting his lip and reaching for his juice to take another sip.
Urania snorted at him, shaking her head. “She was sucking on your neck, kid, what else did you expect?”
#Eurydice likes to stake her claim on her boyfriend#orpheus likes it too#the muses just find the whole thing quite funny#dust bowl fic#orpheus#eurydice#thalia#urania#terpsichore#erato#polyhymnia#hadestown au
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Finding Peace in Another Part 7
TW: passing mention of sibling death
Waking up feeling a pair of eyes on me, I groaned as I slowly rolled over to face him. “Hmmm good morning you.” I said sleepily.
“Morning sleepy.” He replied with his sexy morning voice, head propped up, resting on his hand, eyes darting from my eyes to my lips, almost as if asking permission. Smiling, I put a hand on Monty’s neck, pulling him down for a tentative kiss. He quickly started playing with the sides of his flannel as he intensified the kiss, “as good as this looks on you, I’d like to see it on the floor again.” I giggled, reaching for my phone I saw it read 6:30 we have a little time I thought. I moaned softly as he began kissing and sucking on the back left side of my neck, hopefully not but possibly leaving a mark. Letting him have his fun for a few minutes, I gently tugged on his hair “as much as I would love to spend the day in bed, we have school. I need to get ready, and unless you want Bryce or the others to know about this already, you have to go.”
“Five more minutes, please?” He pleaded against my neck. Acquiescing, five minutes of making out quickly became fifteen minutes of touching and teasing each other before I reluctantly pulled away after a particularly rough scratch on his back.
“We have to get up now. We are running late.” Slowly disentangling myself from Monty, I deliberately grabbed a pair of jeans and slipped them on sans underwear, smirking at him.
“Oh damn that hurts. How am I going to get through the day knowing what you’re wearing? Or rather, not wearing. Can I at least have my flannel back?”
Making a show of thinking about his questions, I smirked “hmmmmm... nope. I don’t think so. It’s mine now.”
He growled in response, getting up slowly and finding his jeans, quickly slipping them on and giving me a devilish look. “You want to play that game this morning baby girl?”
Screeching, I ran from my room, laughing as I heard him catch up to me. Monty grabbed me by the waist and pulled me flush against him. I could feel the effect that my teasing had on him against my back. He growled in my ear “first, you get me all turned on, and leave me high and dry. Then, you put pants on without underwear. And now, you decide I can’t have my shirt back? You little tease.” Whispering in my ear, he continued. “What am I going to wear to school today then little one?”
Clearing my throat, I softly offered one of my brother’s old shirts. The mood shifted almost immediately, though he didn’t release his grip on me.
“You have a brother?” He asked, slightly surprised.
Ignoring his question, I simply asked “what size do you wear?”
“An extra large. You have a brother?” He asked again.
“I did.” I replied quietly, shrugging a bit.
“D-do you want to talk about it?” Monty asked softly, concerned for me.
I simply shook my head no. Turning back to him, I repeated my original offer and explained they were basically all plain so it wouldn’t be that suspicious.
“Yeah, sure. If you don’t mind.” He replied. I nodded in response and took his hand, leading him to the basement where the rest of the boxes were held, waiting to be unpacked. Walking towards one, I opened it quickly, not wanting to go through the box or be near it for long and motioned for him to go through it. Monty quickly found one and shrugged it on. I smiled at him and we went back upstairs so I could make coffee and find something other than his shirt to wear to school. After it was made and I had a more appropriate top on, I sat on the counter and held my cup up to my mouth, gently blowing on it. I watched Monty as he got himself a cup. It was now 7:02 “If you don’t want Bryce or anyone to see you leave, you can go out back and hang a right, go down the street and cut through the parking lot.” I told him. He nodded and looked at me, smirking. “What?” I asked him shyly.
“You have sex hair.” He finally replied after a couple of minutes, stalking towards me. I reached up to try to fix it as he leaned down slightly to plant a kiss on my lips, his hands resting on the counter on either side of my hips. There was a knock at the door and we both froze.
“Becca, are you still here?” We heard Scott yell asking through the door. Looking at Monty, I called back to Scott.
“Yeah Scotty. I’m still here. Just a minute!” Giggling softly, I pushed Monty out of the way, climbing off the counter and motioned for him to hide in my room as I fixed my sex hair. I pulled it up into a messy bun, not realizing that there was a sizeable hickey on my neck. Before he went, he leaned down and pressed an intense kiss to my lips.
“See you soon.” He whispered to me.
“See you.” I whispered back, struggling to get my black low top converse on. After he went to my room, I ran to get the door seeing Scott and Bryce standing on the other side. “Hey guys what’s up?” I greeted them, still slightly out of breath from the kiss.
Scott furrowed his brow, “you okay Rebecca? You seem a little out of breath.”
“Y-yeah Scott. I’m fine. I just realized I forgot to turn the tap off all the way while I got ready.” I said, lying through my teeth.
“Oh… okay. Anyway, we were wondering if you wanted to walk to school with us since it’s nice out.” Scott said simply. Bryce just looked at me as if he expected something of me.
“Uh... sure guys. Let me just grab my bag.” I replied, turning to grab my backpack.
As we walked, Scott on my left and Bryce on my right, we spent most of the walk to school talking about pointless shit. Mostly questions about what it’s like back home and stuff. After a few blocks, Scott looked at me and noticed the hickey Montgomery had given me that morning. “Is-is that a hickey?” He asked, surprised. Bryce turned to me after he processed the question and tried to look for himself, a shocked smirk on his face. It made me slightly uncomfortable. I quickly brought my hand up to my neck and touched it gently. Thinking fast I flinched slightly and for the second time that morning, lied straight through my teeth.
“No Scott. I burned myself with my flat iron last night.”
Scott raises his eyebrow at me. “You were using your flat iron... at night?”
“Yeah. I used my diffuser to dry my hair after my shower and... let’s just say my hair was... fluffy. So therefore, I had to straighten it.” I silently prayed to God that he would buy it.
Shrugging, he simply replied “okay.”
Spotting Montgomery walking towards us, without his usual flannel, I exclaimed “oh look! There’s Monty. We should walk together.” The boys nodded as I ran ahead of them, reaching Monty before Scott and Bryce could. “You left a fucking hickey on the side of my neck. Scott fucking saw.” I said through clenched teeth. Before he could answer or I could continue, the boys caught up to us.
“Someone excited to see our resident douchbag?” Bryce smirked looking at the two of us. His eyes lingering on Monty’s choice of clothes for a second longer than I wanted. I hope he doesn’t ask questions... but at least Monty left his shirt for me. I thought to myself. Bryce’s eyes went back to me and he tried to hide the fact that he was looking me up and down, almost appraisingly. I tried to ignore the feeling in my chest.
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “No. Thought that title was saved for you Bryce. I just decided I wanted some coffee on the way. Can we stop at Monet’s? My treat.” The boys all agreed quickly because who says no to free coffee. Keeping up with Monty, I whispered. “Don’t think you’re off the hook for the hickey Montgomery. I had to tell Scott I burned my neck with my fucking flat iron last night.”
Montgomery smirked trying to hold back a laugh. “Did he buy it?”
“I think so. He seemed to accept the answer at the very least. We will finish this discussion later.” Turning back to Scott and Bryce, I yelled “you know, for star athletes you guys are pretty fucking slow! I’m short as shit and I’m still faster than you. Move your asses! I want my coffee.” Bryce gave me the finger as Scott laughed, both boys sprinting to catch up with us.
When we got to Monet’s I spotted Tony’s red Mustang. He was standing, leaning against it as he looked at us. He rose an eyebrow at Montgomery and I when I caught his gaze. “Uh, hey guys. I have to talk to Tony about an English paper really quick. Take some cash, get whatever you want. I’ll get a medium Americano, one-exactly one-Splenda and a splash of half and half if you don’t mind.” I told the boys taking out my wallet and handing a wad of cash to Scott. They nodded and went inside as I walked over to Tony. “Hey.” I said lamely, awkwardly pulling my bag up on my shoulder, unsure of how to approach the topic at hand.
“Hey.” He replied.
“You saw us together last night, didn’t you?” I cut right to the chase.
“Yeah. You looked pretty cozy.”
“You... you won’t tell anyone, right? We uh... we haven’t really... we don’t want people knowing yet.” I asked, realizing I was more worried about his response and confused about Montgomery and I than I thought I was.
“No Becca. It’s not my business to tell. Just watch out for yourself, okay? Montgomery De La Cruz is... well he’s a lot of things. Just be careful.” Tony told me, trying to sound like he didn’t actually care all that much, but failing to do so.
“Okay. Thanks Tony.”
“No problem.” He said as I turned to walk away. “Hey! Wait a second!” He called from behind me. I turned with a confused look on my face. He beckoned me back to him. “Frozen spoon for the giant hickey. Oh, and someone is going to notice that he isn’t wearing his usual attire so... keep that in mind next time.”
I simply smiled and nodded, waving bye as I walked into the coffee shop. Scott was just finishing stirring my coffee. I took it from him and took a tentative sip, “hmm. Not bad Reed.” I smiled and took another sip. He chuckled and put his arm around my shoulders as we left the shop and made our way to school. As we walked, I turned to Monty and saw his jaw was tense, obviously displeased with Scott touching me in such an intimate way. We agreed not to tell anyone about us... and we never said we couldn’t see or touch other people. I’ll bring it up to him tonight. He must have felt me looking at him because he turned and raised his eyebrow at me, as if to say, ‘this isn’t over’ and went back to talking to Bryce about baseball stuff. We walked the rest of the way to school like that, Scott’s arm around me making conversation-and giving me shit for my Splenda in coffee order- and Montgomery and Bryce talking about baseball. Almost as if last night and this morning were forgotten. Almost.
Arriving at school, promptly at 7:48, I mumbled something about having to go to the bathroom and slipped out of Scott’s arm making my way to a more secluded hallway, away from prying eyes and ears. I hoped Monty got the hint to follow me. I turned when I felt someone touch my wrist, smiling at Montgomery. “Hey.” I said lamely.
“Hey yourself.” He replied, looking down at me, still holding my wrist.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked him quietly. He was quiet for a moment, like he was deciding if he was or not.
“No. I’m not pleased, but I’m not mad.” He said finally.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Okay. Are you mad at Scott?” Again, he was quiet.
“Yes and no. We can talk more later. I’ll come by after practice. You have to go to class.” He said, seeming to end the discussion for now. Montgomery looked over his shoulder quickly before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “See you at lunch baby.” He murmured before turning around and walking to his locker. Sighing, I made my way to my own locker and went to History. I felt my phone buzz and saw that I had a text from Montgomery, ‘Bryce going to Chloe’s after practice. Will come over around 6.’ Smiling I quickly replied, ‘Are you staying over? :)’ As I walked into class and sat down, Montgomery replied, ‘if you want me to baby, I will.’ I thought for a second and typed ‘yes please. Make it 6:30 though. Run home and grab a change of clothes. Specifically, another flannel. Promise not to hold that one hostage.’ The final bell rang just as he responded ‘okay. Class baby’. Sighing, I took out my stuff for class as Zach sat next to me. We exchanged pleasantries and chatted a bit until Coach started class. It was going to be a very long day. And it would be a long night. Montgomery and I had a lot to discuss tonight.
#monty imagine#montgomery de la cruz#monty de la Cruz fanfic#montgomery de la cruz imagine#monty x oc#Bryce Walker#scott reed#lol was gonna be a slow burn#but these characters have a mind of their own#finding peace in another
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bel amour - a shawn mendes story (chapter 2)
masterlist
chapter one
word count: 1.7 k
a/n: the second part to this little novella. i hope you all enjoy and have an amazing day/night! (intentionally written in lowercase)
warnings: swearing
*if you prefer, you can read this on my wattpad or ao3
"the name mila means sweet one, or dear one. it's of slavic origin, which means you could be from belarus, the czech republic, you could be bulgarian, croatian, macedonian, montenegrin, polish, russian, serbian, slovakian, slovenian, or ukrainian." shawn strutted through the door of the music shop, hands in his pockets. it was the next day, and he was back as promised.
"you memorized all of that, in alphabetical order? i thought you said you couldn't read." mila grinned as he leaned against the counter, "why are you here?"
shawn grinned, "one; i memorized that because i never said i wasn't good at memorizing things. two, i'm here because i needed to tell you that."
mila shook her head, looking up from her book, "you're here because you had to tell me that."
"yes." he looked insistent.
"well, if you're staying here, you might as well sit back here and keep me company. grab a guitar and play anything you want, i guess." shawn shrugged and chose a dark stained guitar, with little shine on it. mila pulled out a foldable chair that leaned against the wall, and so shawn sat down with the guitar. she could now see the rest of his bottom half. he wore black boots with scuffs on the edges of the soles. when he began plucking the strings, she saw his tattoo on the back of his hand. it was a bird, a small bird that was in motion. it looked biblical to her, for some reason.
mila took her book from the table, and shawn looked at the front cover, "i thought you were reading lord of the flies," he continued to play the guitar.
"yeah, i finished it last night. my tv show got boring. now it's frankenstein." mila looked down at the book placed on her thighs and couldn't help but look at them and not at the words on the page. every time she looked down she couldn't help but feel the taste of hatred in her mouth. she focused her attention back to the page. shawn continued the song on his guitar. she got lost in the music and set her book down, knowing she wouldn't read it anyway. "how long have you been playing guitar?"
"five years," shawn replied, taking his hands off the strings, "do you play anything?"
"yeah, violin. i haven't focused on it much since high school, though. i considered majoring in violin performance but i chose a different major. you're really good for five years, though." she looked back down at the guitar, "something isn't right though. did you tune it?"
"yes, a little bit." he looked at her with a look of confusion on his face.
"hand it here," she held her hands out and he gave her the guitar. she plucked the e string. "your e string is flat just a bit." she plucked the rest and stopped on the b string, "and your b string is also a bit flat."
shawn shook his head, "don't tell me you have perfect pitch."
"i have relative pitch. almost perfect pitch. my violin teacher would test me sometimes." she tuned them back up and quickly checked with a tuner. they were perfect. "here, keep playing mendes."
shawn didn't start, just looked at her, "grab a violin. i'll play a chord progression, and you do some improv." mila shrugged, got up and went to a back closet, grabbing a violin, tuning it, and rosining the bow. they played together and mila was happy, she was happy in the abandoned shop and for once she wasn't bored out of her mind. they stopped after a while, and shawn said in exasperation, "you're so good!"
"well, i have been playing for thirteen years," mila laughed, flaunting in an ironic tone. "look, my shift ends soon, and i have to go to a lecture. this was really fun though."
shawn sat up from his chair, "wait, give me your number. we can do this again." mila agreed and so she left twenty minutes later with his contact in her phone, meeting lea at their usual spot before a lecture.
"where have you been, mila?" they started walking back to campus through the busy city of toronto.
mila smiled, "i found out who he was. why he was so familiar."
lea tilted her head, "the customer? was he actually famous?"
mila nodded, "it was shawn mendes. i'm so stupid for not realizing. everyone is obsessed with him, but he acts like a normal person."
"dude, my little sister is like obsessed with him. don't forget about me when you're famous." lea bounced in her step as they turned another corner.
"what's that supposed to mean? we're friends, i wouldn't get famous. i'm not here to exploit him." mila gripped her backpack.
lea grinned, "oh, so you're friends?"
"shut up, lea." they sat through another lecture, though mila found this one rather entertaining considering that the professor kept getting mad at the janitorial staff, who ran huge vacuums down the hall. lea pointed out through the lecture that their professor also had a hickey poking from her collar, which made mila snort.
she turned around from her board, "have i said something humorous, ms. hall?"
mila shook her head, "no, i'm sorry professor, i have allergies. it wasn't a laugh, but i do find our topic today quite interesting, thank you for teaching this." the professor said nothing but smirked and turned back around.
"ass-kisser," lea muttered. mila grinned ear to ear, glad she was annoying her friend. when they had gotten home, lea plopped onto the couch and mila moved to the fridge, making herself another coffee (she had already had one not even two hours before). she connected her phone to her speaker, and started playing shawn's newest album. "so you listen to him too? i thought you didn't like pop music, it was too basic for you."
"are you trying to bash me for trying to expand my horizons of my musical choice? plus, this isn't your basic pop trash. the instrumentals in the back are amazing, and they perfectly are in time with the tempo-"
"okay, okay, okay, lets just start studying."
"i thought you didn't like studying," mila replied, mocking her, bringing her coffee to their dining table. lea grinned, opening her binder on the table and getting their notes out. she hadn't let mila out of the house and they only stopped for food and drink breaks. she had also tried to get mila to eat a bit more, but she insisted she was full. when lea was finally passed out her bed, she pulled on her oversized hoodie and made her way back on the familiar streets, feeling a little on edge from walking by herself at 11 pm.
she unlocked the music store and walked to the back, turning on the lights and going in the recording studio. playing the instrumentals in the background to one her favorite songs by shawn, she began to sing. her voice was deep but with one switch of styles she could be a peppy broadway singer.
don't cry or do
whatever makes you comfortable
i'm tired, too
there's nothing left to say
let's call a truce, cause i don't really wanna go to bed like this, yeah
mila didn't see that a figure walked through the entryway. it had been shawn, and seeing the lights on, he thought it was still open. he knocked on the closed recording room door, and mila turned to see him in shock. mila took off her headphones. "shit, i forgot to lock the door." the hourglass figure opened the door with a smile. "hey, shawn, what are you doing here?"
"i wanted to see if you're here. i forgot to text." mila let him in the studio, and he sat in the chair. "this is a nice recording place. were you singing?"
"yeah, i only really do it by myself. it was actually one of your songs. like to be you." shawn grinned.
"well, i'm flattered. lets hear it, i want to know if you're even more talented than i already know."
mila shrugged, "i don't know, i'm not that good."
"please? i'll get a guitar and we can sing it together if it makes you feel more comfortable." mila agreed, a little scared. shawn began singing the first verse after he sat back down, and then mila joined for the chorus. his eyes widened and a huge grin broke on his face. mila nervously put a piece of hair behind her ear, singing her verse by herself.
can I kiss you or not?
cause I'm not really sure right now of what you want
are you still mad at me? i'm hopin not
cause maybe we could go to the movies
i know that always cheers us up, hey
they finished the song, and shawn laughed in astonishment, "that was incredible, mila, incredible. have you taken singing lessons?" mila shook her head, "damn. you need to record an album or some shit because the world needs to hear this." shawn took her hand and it startled her a bit, but his hand felt reassuring
"thank you, i've always liked singing. i used to belt songs in the car while my dad drove me to my violin lessons." she giggled, and her hand was still connected to shawn's, her other one playing with the rip in her jeans.
"where are you from?" he asked.
she looked into his eyes, studying his face. his pupils dilated like before. "uh, i'm from the us. i used to live in california, southern california. 'moved out here for college. i visit my family every break."
shawn nodded. "hey, do you want to get dinner tomorrow? we can drive out somewhere and eat it in the trunk. nothing fancy."
mila smiled. "i'd like that. how about six?"
shawn agreed, "do you want to sing some more?" the answer was obvious, and the two of them spent hours in the shop until morning nearly broke. mila's test scores would be paying for this, but she didn't give any fucks whatsoever. mila was happy. nothing was on her mind but shawn and the music. she felt like she was floating on a sea of clouds, and nothing else existed.
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He’s Perfect For You Darling (ch. 7) (FINALE + EPILOGUE)
You took a drag from the cigarette that hung between your lips. It was late, nearly 3 am, yet here you were, perched outside on the railing of Roger’s balcony as you overlooked the neighborhood.
The past month had been absolute bliss. No better than that. Fucking ecstasy. Things between you and Rog were perfect, you and Freddie had become the most loyal of friends, and your relationships with John and Brian were getting closer and closer. It was all perfect, you pretended this day would never come. In fact, you practically forgot. Everyone did.
But here it was. In just 10 hours from now, the boys would take off to resume their tour, and in 2 more days, you would continue classes back at the university. Even if you stilled stayed close with all the guys, even if things with you and Roger remained good, you would never have this much time and freedom to be with them for a while. It just wouldn’t be the same.
All of your original fears started to resurface. Your fears of you and Roger not having time to talk to each other. Your fears of him getting tired of an over-the-phone relationship and falling for all of the girls in the crowd who were much prettier than you. How could he remain loyal when you had nothing to offer him? Why would he?
You took another drag as your hand raced to your neck. It was decorated in hickeys he had given you earlier in the evening. He said he wanted to ‘claim you one last time before he left’, and ‘leave you some marks to remember him by’. You were going to miss everything about him. His kiss, his touch, the way he makes you feel, his smile that always makes you blush, the way he holds you in the morning as he fingers comb through your hair, the way he gets protective over you whenever you both are out, the way he has no shame in kissing you in front of the other guys, the way he calls you beautiful when you feel the opposite. As Freddie had put it, the two of you had taken good care of each other. Well, actually the way he really said it was, “He has made you happy, and you have made him less of an ass”.
Your eyes stung with tears. If it all ended tomorrow, as painful as that would be, you would never take anything back. You tried to focus less on what was to come and more of being grateful that it happened. But damn did it hurt to see it all end. Goodbyes are a bitch.
You shivered as the bitter Londen air crept under the thick blanket you had wrapped around yourself. A tear fell from your eye, tracing the outline of your face as more followed in its path. You were a mess, and you simply couldn’t hide that anymore. You choked out a slight sob. God, you felt so pathetic.
“Do you remember that night on Freddie’s balcony when I told you how I felt about you?” A deep voice said behind you.
You froze. Fuck. He had woken up. You didn’t want him to see you like this.
“I told you that you were the most beautiful woman in the world, do you remember?”
You nodded, sniffling as another tear fell. You felt his arms slowly wrap around you from behind as he kissed the side of your cheek.
“I also told you that everything I do is for you, did I not?”
You nodded again, remembering how cheesy yet absolutely heart melting the moment had been.
“When you doubted how I felt, when you doubted that we could do long distance, do you remember what I said?”
“Yes,” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Tell me what I said to you.” Roger asked.
“You said nothing else mattered, even if we only got 30 minutes on the phone together.”
“And?” He prodded.
“You said none of the girls at concerts matter when you know you have me back at home.” He turned you around to face him, revealing your tear stained face.
“Do you remember the last thing I said?” He raised an eyebrow.
You shook your head, looking up at him for a response.
“I told you that nothing would ever matter if you left this balcony without giving me a chance to fight for us.” He reminded you.
Then suddenly there was silence. A moment of vulnerability.
“Now,” Roger began, “The balcony is different, but everything I said remains the same. This doesn't end when I leave for tour tomorrow. This doesn't end when we both get very busy and have less time to speak to each other. This doesn't end if we ever have a dispute over something or a major argument. This doesn't end because I am willing to wait for it, I am willing to fight for it, and I am willing to put in the love to keep it alive.” His voice was desperate.
He words rang throughout your head. The Roger you were looking at now was the same Roger you were looking at the night he had so desperately, so honestly, so fully confessed his feelings for you. The Roger you were looking at now was the same Roger you were looking at the time he thought he lost you after fighting with Freddie. The time he got you back. The time he first told you he loved you.
“Me too,” you finally said, “I love you so much, Roger Taylor.”
EPILOGUE - 6 months later
Life was pretty good. Summer was fast approaching, you had a steady internship, you and Elio were moving out of your dorms and into an apartment together, and you had a really good group of friends. You had fallen in love with the London nightlife, constantly going out to whatever pubs let you in or any concert that was in town.
Your heavy bookbag was slung over your shoulder as you exited your final class before the weekend. You let out a long sigh of relief, ready to unwind. You met with Elio and some other friends at the local cafe on the outskirts of campus where you would also go on Fridays to celebrate the end of the week.
It had been about 30 minutes and you had Elio were in a heated discussion on who the best member of Jackson 5 was. You had just begun to speak when you were suddenly interrupted by a loud car horn from outside the cafe, turning heads across the room to none other than Freddie Mercury, sticking his head out the window like a puppy.
His eyes met yours through the window of the coffee shop as his face light up with a childish smile.
“Get in you whore, we’ve got a show to do!” He cheered so loudly you’re sure everyone on the street heard it.
Your cheeks burned as you said a quick goodbye to your friends and hurried to the car before Queen fans began to swarm.
“Oh, how I missed you darling!” Freddie chanted once you were seated, planting a sloppy kiss to the side of your cheek.
“Mutual!” Brian called back from the driver's seat.
“Guys it’s only been a few weeks since spring break, it hasn’t been that long” you giggled.
“It’s just not the same without you,” John spoke from the back.
“Really...” Roger huffed, smirking at you from the passenger seat before leaning back to kiss you.
“Brian! Stop the car!” Freddie yelled, “I want to trade seats with Roger.”
“Fred, we’re in the middle of the bloody road, do you even know how driving works?” Brian called back. But Freddie was already bouncing around in the back like a child.
“If you don’t open the door.... I’ll... I’ll climb over the seat!” Freddie said like it was the best idea he had ever had.
“NO, no Freddie, don’t,” Brian warned, quickly finding a place to pull over.
Freddie raced out of the car to trade seats with Roger, who you were more than happy to cuddle up with now that you were next to each other.
“I missed you,” Roger growled, placing open mouth kisses across your neck until he reached your lips.
“Poor blondie wouldn’t stop whining about it!” Freddie added.
“Just keep it family friendly back here, I’m forced to sit behind you guys,” John spoke playfully.
“Enough dilly dally, let’s get this show on the road!” Freddie cheered.
Life was pretty good.
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Hue's punishment
___? Hue said as he walked in to see you draped over the couch with the light dimmed down low. Your back facing the door. He walked over to you but as he got closer to you stood up allowing your kimono to slow fall on the floor. Hue stopped in his tracks to take in the sight that was before him. You blushed hard as he stood there not saying anything. H-HUE you called out “don’t just stand there and not saying anything I’ll get embarrassed”.Damn ____ he mummered with his mouth open. His eyes falling on the knee high socks and garter belt. His eyes glinted and a devilish smirk crept onto his face. Hue? You whispered. That’s all you needed to say because before you could finish his lips were pressed against yours scooping you up in his arms carrying you to the bed. Gently setting you down on the bed as he got on top. bringing his lips to your ear and mummered “I’m sorry____. I’m sorry that we’ve barely spent time together,but I’ll make it up to you by pleasuring you all night long. Isn’t that why you’re wearing this sexy get up?” He smirked. Taking the band of your panties in between his fingers. He was teasing you again but he wasn’t wrong.“What if your right Hue?” You said while looking at him through your eyelashes. for a moment Hue’s movements stopped taken aback by your sudden boldness, but he quickly caught himself. “Then I have no choice but to grant your wish.” Slowly kissing his way from your neck back up to your lips. Mmm. Although you loved the warmth of his lips pressed against yours. You gently pushed his chest breaking the kiss. “Hue I kinda had something else in mind for tonight” while biting your lower lip slightly. Kissing you once more before letting you take control.
***
You got on top of Hue straddling him while kissing him and undoing the buttons of his uniform one by one. When he brought his hands to help take his clothes off you stopped him. Kissing him passionately while slipping his jacket off his shoulders. Tossing it on to the floor. “Why don’t I just snap my fingers” he suggested obviously getting tired of how slow you were moving. “Aww” you pouted where’s the fun in that? You asked innocently knowing full well it was driving him crazy watching you undo the buttons so slowly.
***
Your hands slowly made their way towards his belt buckle, but not before touching every inch of his exposed chest. when your hands reached his pants you quickly undid them. Moving off of him to slide in between his legs. You littered his body with small fluttery kisses. You slide his pants down some and kissed right below his belly button. when you looked up and saw the look on his face you couldn’t help yourself,and slowly traced your tongue back up to his neck. Sucking just hard enough to give a hickey. “Hey Hue” you whispered in a breathy voice in his ear. “You like that”. he didn’t answer you. “Should I stop?” You asked knowing full well he was enjoying it. And it was kinda turning you on as well. “ Well I might just have to ask your friend down there if he likes what I’m doing you smirked. slowly backing off of him you once again to settle in between his legs. You took his pants off completely and threw them on the floor somewhere. You stifled a moan when you saw how hard he was already.
***
Hue grinned when he heard that moan you were trying to suppress. “Oh _____ what was that? Are you..” he couldn’t even finish his thought because you hands were already down his underwear caressing his member. He groaned at the sensation of your warm tongue taking him into your mouth. He closed his eyes leaning his head back on the pillow. Fuck____. You loved when called your name like that. You rubbed the tip of his member on your now wet panties and allowed a slow moan to leave you lips.“____ ride me” he pulled your underwear to the side,and you slowly lowered yourself on to his hard member and slowly started to ride him. F-Fuck Hue you moaned when he was fully inside of you. Gripping your hips and pulling you closer he began thrusting. Each thrust bring him deeper inside of you. He never missed a beat while alternating between shallow quick thrusts and slow deep ones.
***
You pull him close causing his lips to crash into yours,while moving your hips to meet his. He spun you around so he was on top. You could feel his hot ragged breath on your neck as he sucked hard. Littering your body with light little hickies until he made his way to your thighs. “Ugh H-Hue” you cried out as you felt his lips on your dripping wet folds. You gripped his hair wanting to go faster,but he stopped. He met your eyes with a naughty smirk on his face. “Oh you thought you could tease me like that____ then not get some reciprocation.” he snorted. He was doing it on purpose. He knew you were close to reaching your limits. You scowled at him knowing he wasn’t going to give in unless you begged him. You weren’t going to beg him not tonight at least. “Come on ____ you only have to say these 5 little words then I’ll give you what you want” he whispered. Blowing on your 🌹 when he spoke. Your knees quivered beside his head at the sensation and the tension building up inside of you was too much. H-HUE you started but stopped yourself from saying any more. To be continued
totally forgot i had this on a separate blog...i was originally going to write incog. but i like this better lol
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bts as fuckboys
[a/n]: inspired by @sweetersuga | original post: x i wrote it as the perspective that you’re already close friends w them/have been with them before !!
Seokjin
he’s the funny, sarcastic one where he could be kind of mean bc he takes it a lil far
“you’re such trash you sleep with every girl”
“at least I can get someone to sleep with me”
he flashes a smile in the hall bc he KnOws iT GeTs oN YouR NeRveS
“When’s my birthday”
“January 1st bc u set off my fireworks baby”
“i am disgusted”
piggy back rides on those goddamn strong broad set of shoulders ooffff
“I’ll call you, ya?”
He never calls u bc he probably forgot too busy improvin himself
you have a streak with him and all he sends are selfies with the caption “I hope your day is as beautiful as I am (:”
He catches you staring in class one day and he’s like “take a pic, it’ll last longer babe”
And omg he ACTUALLY TELLS YOU TO TAKE A PHOTO OF HIM
so now u have a gallery full of jin and he wont let u delete them bc he thinks they’re all masterpieces you do too but youd never admit it
the only fuckboy that’s tolerable bc he’s rlly just a big goof
“why don’t you ever have sleeves on your shirt jin”
“these shoulders are on display, honey, can’t cover up the jewels”
he’s kind of obnoxiously loud that u want to shove ur fist into his mouth to sh u t him uP
“dude, jimin’s hot”
“okay but so am i ??”
“ok ya youre really hot but so is jimin”
“jiMIN (Y/N) THINKS YOU’RE—-”
“–ANNOYING THANKS SEOKJIN PLS SHUT UP WHY R U STILL TALKING WOW”
“just trying to get my baby some more dick jeEZ”
Yoongi
“hey yoongs why dont we go on a date??”
“uuhhhhhh since when were we dating? lmao dont trip”
gets a new number every 2 months bc he loves fucking w them crazy bitches too much
“sometimes you need to mess around with the ones who can bite off your dick, being risky is hot (-;”
“BEinG riSkY iS hOt ya u wont have a penis anymore at the rate you’re going”
kind of smells like a mixture of alcohol and cologne
hand-on-ass-when-he-hugs
“let’s play a game, if u lose u have to take off ur clothes, if i lose u have to take off ur clothes”
“wait but yours stay on ?? wtf yoongi??”
“no mine will come off right after i see u naked (;”
the one to play with the ends of your skirt/dress/shirt bc it gets u so flustered and he lives seeing u flustered
straight up Arrogantᵀᴹ at times its hot but ur so annoyed by it that u wanna knock some sense into him
wont ask for nudes but will ask to see some goods
“can i see ur tits”
“for the 4039th time, no”
“well, a man can try”
SMIRKY MC SMIRKY HERE like it just comes OUT of NOWHERE and it is OUT to ATTAC
u dont have a snap streak w him bc it always breaks bc he replies every 3 years bc he was “busy”
but he’s always the fourth person to like your instagram posts???????
and to comment the water droplet/eye/tongue emoji combo ????
loves when u swat his hands away from gripping your thigh
Hoseok
(i wanted to use this gif but it was so big and rectangle and didnt fit but u need to see that gif to really take in the fuckboy bc i cannot find a representation as accurate as that gif is)
always greeting you whenever he sees you
“hey babygirl”
“hoseok we just saw each other in chemistry”
“ok and????? can’t i say hi to my baby?”
“but im not”
“lmao every girl is my baby”
raises his eyebrows any time you fix your dress or your shirt
asks to borrow a pencil and never returns it
“where is my pencil hoseok”
“where is my kiss (y/n)”
“we didnt agree to that”
“well i didnt agree to give it back”
“dO u NoT kNOW whAT BoRRoW meANS”
loves to share so he shares a lot of his snacks with u
“omg i love snacks!!”
“oh baby me too” and trust me, he’s not talking about the food
has the brightest, kindest smile so it catches you off guard when he says some snarky fuckboy comment
loves physical contact !!!!! always has a hand on your back, or shoulder, or thigh, or hand, or arm
lip LICKING PARDON ME HIS TONGUE IS UNCONTROLLABLE
lets you wear his hats/jackets/hoodies bc he thinks youre sooo cute in his clothes
he walks around school with his hands in his pockets like a doUCHEBAG
catches you off guard by spinning you around with his arm around your waist
uses the line “im a dancer” to get girls what an eyeroll
the type to drag you onto the middle of the dance floor at a club just so he could show off his skillz which are actually super bomb like even ur impress and uve seen them 308443 times
he got that sweatpants dick print
Namjoon
changes his contact name to Daddy on your phone
Mr. Ass Man he loves ass ASS ASS ASS SO MUCH ASS BIGGEST ASS LOVER
“oh shit did you see her ass”
“look here bootylover123 stfu”
winks at you a lot in the halls
“do you have a fucking eye problem namjoon”
“its a wink”
“u do it so much that im beginning to think youre eye is having a spasm
lets you copy his homework if he got a hug in return
the type to comment a peach emoji on your instagram photos even if there is no butt involved
loves when you sit on his lap
one time there weren’t enough seats on the bus and he patted his leg for you to sit
“i know you hate standing (y/n), take a seat itll be fine”
“why can’t u be a gentleman and give up your seat for me?”
*alMOST CHOkES from LAUGHING* “me???!!! a gentleman??? wow u expect too much, just sit your big ass down on daddy’s lap or suffer standing”
buys you lunch bc he loves showing off his e x p e n s i v e w a l l e t
he could go from having a full blown brilliant monologue as to why he exists to giggling about how your moles r arranged into the shape of a penis
calls girls mami or ma
asks for ass pics at like 1:32 AM
and u send him pictures of ur elbow crease
and he actually thinks its ur butt
BLASTS baby makin music from his car and causes a public disturbance
has the highest count of broken beds, not bc of a high body count, but bc he actually breaks the bed everytime he sleeps w someone
Jimin
spaces out when ur wearing a low cut top bc hes too busy staring at ur cleavage
his streak snaps are either mirror pics, his abs, mirror pic of his abs, and occasional dick pics
“wanna play 20 questions (;”
“we’ve played 20 questions like 20 times already”
“ok gr8 ill start first: will u let me hit it from the back??”
offers to netflix and chill all the time and it sux bc he actually knows all ur fav shows
ok let me reiterate, jimin knows all ur favorite anythings bc he listens to u 75% of the time bc he thinks ur voice is sexy
will never fail to compliment you when u look good
“damn baby, is this all for me????”
“no i just dont want to look like a hobo today”
gets super jealous when any other guys speak to u even tho hes piping down like 8 other girls
“jimin they’re my frIENDS ur not even my bf why u tripping”
“they arent acting like theyre ur friends. i know fuckboy behavior when i see it (y/n) its my occupation, i do the same shit w girls”
“thats good then, someone else wants me too”
“not good bc ur HOT ASS IS MINE )-:”
youre saved as #1 babygirl on his phone no objections
walks into class with a new hickey in a new place every day
he has SEX EYES u could never look him directly in the eyes bc theyre so captivating
fucking walks like an arrogant prick down the hall and whistles when u pass
brags about his big dick when its honestly not as exaggerated as he says
has a picture of you in one of his shirts as his homescreen wallpaper
Taehyung
“i wont show anyone, im not messed up like that” yea be careful w this one honey, pretty sure jungkook, hobi, yoongs, namjoon all know how ur tits look like
has the perfect innocent face where u have no idea that he’s fucking 4 other girls
always responds after 12 am and calls u at 3 am
“tae im fucking sleeping”
“damn thats hot what else u doin??”
“hanging up on u goodbye im going to block ur number”
“pls don-”
uses the line, “i just dont think we’re compatible” on E V Ery GIRL
offers to hangout but never follows up with it bc he’s never seen out in public with a girl unless its his momma
“jasmine is telling everyone you gave her chlamydia, u get checked bro??”
“dont worry about it”
body count means a lot to him
loves hugs bc he likes feeling boobs squished against him
sometimes INTENTIONALLY lowers his voice bc he KNOWS ur into that shit
thinks youre playing hard to get when rlly u just dont care lol
“i know u want all of this, (y/n)”
“i think ur mistaken”
“right bc i want all of u (:”
“ya tae let’s not get ur feelings mixed w mine ok thx u”
NO SUCH THING AS PERSONAL SPACE the boy is a koala and will latch onto u
Jungkook
the biggest fuckboy of them all
has slept w almost every girl in the school and is v proud of it
“what’s your name again”
“rlly jungCOCK”
“ok (y/n) i know ur fkcing name so can u learn mine”
u dont think he’s ever had a gf b4 bc he doesnt believe in labels OR commitment which hes pretty vocal abt
unlike jimin, he doesnt own up to his dick pics and swears that they were “”accidents””
SCrEENsHOTS! but ur smart so ur face is NEVER in ur pics
“who’s boobs r on ur phone kook”
“yours”
“you WOULDNT DARE”
“i dont have photogenic memory (y/n) i wanted to remember those cuties without a shirt on (;”
looks too fucking good w a fresh cut that u need to avoid him in the halls or ull melt to goo
only owns white tees and timbs lmao hahahaha
smirks when you bend down to pick something up
that or he yells, “one more time, babe!”
“wat u doin”
“showering”
“without me!!1???”
he’s on tinder too so once he’s done with the sampling pool at school, he can broaden his horizons
a car enthusiast and will get offended if u dont think his rims r cool
thinks youre really hot when you yell at him or hurt his feelings
youre his prized possession bc he actually likes talking to u but will never admit it
has a specific nickname for u that he doesnt call his other girls bc its YOURS !!
“hey cutie”
“hey jungCOCK”
hates the nickname jungCOCK
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Vanilla Stage - Connor McDavid
Notes: you won’t get the title unless you read the entire thing sorry yall. but this ended up being longer than i thought, so here ya go!! hope you enjoy :)
Warnings: sex-related things
Request: Can you do a Connor McDavid one where you guys have been dating since high school and you already know all the guys and the wags. everyone thinks you guys are innocent baby's but then you go to one of there houses for a pool party and there are scratches all over his back and hickeys on your neck and boobs. And they tease you guys ????? You are an amazing writer.😁😁😁😁
Everyone who looked at you and Connor always came to the same conclusion, you were the innocent, vanilla couple, who went apple picking and made apple pies in your spare time and did absolutely no sexual stuff, whatsoever. There was nothing exciting about you and Connor, you were quiet, usually grumpy, but happy, looking people. But, like any couple, you had your secrets.
Your secrets were all on display whenever an article of clothing was removed, ranging from bite marks and scratches, to hickeys that littered your chest and thighs, and scratches that ran themselves down Connors back. No one knew about these though, with Connor wearing under armor shirts unless he was in the shower, and you wearing scarves and high-necked shirts.
Originally, you were that vanilla couple that everyone assumed you to be, but over time, the inner freak comes out in everyone. Years of dating Connor had brought that side out of the both of you, and the marks flawing your skin were examples of that.
On the other hand, you were a shy person on the outside. You didn’t like people knowing about your personal life, so you sure as hell didn’t like people knowing about your sex life.
“Connor, are you serious? You knew about the damn party, but you just ‘forgot’ about it and decided to leave marks everywhere? That’s not funny!”
You slapped at his chest, an upset looking flowing across your face as you subconsciously rubbed at the hickey on your breast, even though you knew it wasn’t going to make it go away. You grumbled under your breath while trying to find the easiest bathing suit to hide the hickeys and marks that Connor had littered your body with the night before, but of course, you had none.
Feeling arms wrap around your waist, you went to swat at them, only for your boyfriend to grip you tighter. “Baby, it’s not a big deal, just wear a dress over them and say you didn’t feel like swimming today.”
“Con, all the girls will know right away that, that’s a lie. They’ll pester me until they figure it out.”
Pursuing his lips, Connor looked like he was in deep thought, but after a few seconds a dejected look fell across his face, “I think you’re outta luck, babe. If it makes you feel better, they’re going to see all the shit on my back and chest too, and you don’t see me freaking out.”
“That’s because you don’t care! It’s embarrassing; I don’t want people knowing about our sex lives, Connor.”
“Don’t worry, (Y/N), no one’s gonna care, I promise you.”
Spending the entire ride to Ryan Nugent-Hopkins house subconsciously rubbing at the hickeys on your neck didn’t help your nerves, whatsoever. If anything, it just made it worse. You tried to downplay all the anxiety that was currently rushing through your body, but you knew it wasn’t going to work. You were friends with all the girls, and all the guys were easygoing enough that you could have a conversation with them, and make a joke, which meant Connor and you were going to be the brunt of the joke for the entire party.
Connor pulled into the driveway, just as Darnell did as well. The three of you got out of your respective cars, Connor walking around the car so he could grab your hand and basically drag you towards his teammate.
“Sup, buddy?” The two teammates did their typical ‘guy thing’ as you liked to call it, while you eagerly checked your phone, hoping that by some miracle, someone would call you with an emergency so that you didn’t have to go into the party. But sadly, your phone remained dry, and your hopes low. Your thoughts were broken to the feeling of the defenseman pulling you into a hug, attempting to piss off his captain with the position of his hand.
“Move your hand, far, far away from my ass, Nurse.” Moving his hand away from your butt, Darnell pulled away to grin down at you. “Cute hickey, (Y/N), or is it a straightener burn this time?”
A few weeks ago when you had seen Darnell, he had accidentally walked into Connor’s house while you were trying to find a shirt that you had carelessly thrown somewhere in your boyfriends living room. And, with just your luck, he had made direct eye contact with all the hickeys littering your chest. You had made the dumb decision to tell him that they were ‘straightener burns’ just for him to laugh it off and make fun of you repeatedly for it, for the last few weeks.
“Fuck you, Nursey. Go inside, you Hammertown asshole.”
Darnell grinned at your words, proudly showing off one of his multiple ‘Hamilton pride’ shirts, for whatever sports team was now in Hamilton. You didn’t notice your boyfriend come up behind you until he placed his hand on your lower back, leaning down to press his lips against yours once Darnell finally walked away.
“Stop stressing, baby. No one’s gonna say anything unless they actually see them, so just make sure no one sees.”
Mocking his words, you tried to mimic him, just for him to pinch your butt, making you squeal and jump a little bit in the air. “Fuck you, Connor.”
“When we get home, babe.”
Connor walked in front of you, grabbing your hand and gesturing for you to follow him into the backyard of Nuge’s house. Your ears were almost immediately drowned with the sound of people yelling yours and Connor’s names, offers of beer and food being thrown around at the same time, Valentina Lucic ran towards you, eager to see her favourite ‘Auntie’.
You let her jump into your arms, swinging her around as she giggled into your ear and demanded hugs from both you, and your boyfriend. You hadn’t noticed that her hand was on the top of your dress for support, tugging on it to make sure she didn’t fall, until the loud sound of laughter came from beside you.
“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), were you mauled by a fucking bear?” A blush immediately dawned on your cheeks, a few people telling Ryan to watch his language around the children; well everyone else diverted their eyes to you, or more specifically, your exposed hickeys.
You let the little Lucic down, while quickly pulling up the top of your dress and attempting to get rid of the attention that was now solely focused on you and Connor.
“Shut up, Ryan.” You mumbled, walking towards the table with all the beer, hoping to drown your current nerves in the alcohol that was there.
Ryan’s current girlfriend appeared beside you, her hand gently grabbing your arm. “Don’t worry about him, (Y/N), everyone’s shown up covered in hickeys and stuff before, you don’t have to be embarrassed. Ryan just likes to tease you guys cause’ you’re so young.”
Laughing lightly, you nodded your head in understanding, “I know, I just… ugh… I don’t want anyone thinking like about mine and Connor’s sex life, you know?”
“Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. Everyone knows how vanilla you and Connor are, anyways, at least according to Nursey.” She winked at you, a large grin overtaking her beautiful features.
Pouting, you just glared at her.
“Connor, you’re captain, you can’t just not play. Captain has to play, and captain’s girlfriend also has to play, (Y/N).”
You could kill Leon, you really could, if glares could kill, he’d probably already be dead by now. But you knew no one was gonna let Connor or you live it down if you both opted out of playing, someone probably making up the joke that you were both too ‘boring’ and ‘vanilla’ to do anything that involved touching each other or other people.
One thing the team typically loved to do at pool parties was water fights, but not any old water fight, but it just had to be chicken fight. The team loved it, even though it was like someone got hurt every time they did it.
“I nominate McJesus and (Y/N) and Nuge and Bre!” The chorus of yeah’s and ‘me too’s’ followed Darnell’s nomination, as you and Connor looked at each other with a grim looking on both of your faces.
“Do we not have a say?”
“Nah, cap, start stripping my dude,” Darnell grinned as he informed your boyfriend to begin stripping, which Connor reluctantly did, revealing the surplus of scratches and hickeys that littered his body. You were normally pretty tame during the season, but with the fact it was preseason and you weren’t expecting the pool party, you had forgone the ‘tame’ behaviour the night before, which you knew was about to come back and haunt you.
“Holy fuck.”
“Jesus, McJesus, you need Jesus.”
Whistles and ‘holy fucks’ were the only thing that could be heard as both yours and Connor’s cheeks went a bright red, the two of you trying to ignore the jabs and teasing remarks coming from his teammates and their girlfriends.
You groaned as they all looked at you, smirks littering some of the guys faces who already knew about yours and Connor’s ways. You knew you weren’t getting out of this now, so you shyly pulled your shirt off your head, your own marks on full display for everyone to see and jab at.
“Oh my god, my eyes, my eyes! You’re supposed to be the babies, you’re not supposed to be like this! Make it stop Nursey, make it stop.” Ryan’s dramatic antics had everyone looking at you and Connor, wide eyes and laughter following his words.
“If I knew this was gonna be a show and tell, I would’ve told you to wait until the kids were inside. Thanks for the warning, Con.” Milan Lucic, the ever-so-amazing jokester said, as he jokingly covered his daughter’s eyes, a glint of laughter evident in his own.
You tried to ignore their remarks, walking towards Connor so you could wrap your arm around his waist, gently poking at the scars you had left on his back. “What happened to the vanilla sex we all thought you were having?”
Nuge’s girlfriend was back, again making jokes about the ‘vanilla’ sex. “Bre, we’ve been dating for like… 5 years, I think we got over that vanilla sex stage years ago.”
The girl laughed, nodding her head in understanding, “Hey, if it makes you feel better, Ryan’s still in that stage.”
“Hey! Don’t talk about our sex life to the kinky children over there!”
Both you and Connor laughed at the nickname, all your nerves going away at the fact you knew your luck had run out and you were going to be teased about it for ages.
“At least we’re not stuck in the vanilla stage, as you so like to call it, Ryan.” Chirping the guys had basically become a second-hand nature thing for you, it was easy to come up with a quick quip that would personally attack one of the guys.
“I retract my statement about you getting mauled by a bear, (Y/N), I think you are the bear. Look at poor McJesus’ back, your claws destroyed the poor kid.” Ryan quipped back, the attention now focussed on other things, not the mauling of Connor’s back, and the bruises littering your chest.
“Shut up, you’re just jealous that the so called ‘babies’ aren’t babies anymore, and are having more sex than you, old man.”
“I’m not even that much older than you!”
“Stop attacking my girlfriend, Nuge, or I’ll make sure you’re the first person doing suicides.”
“Shut up, bear attack.”
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𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐮𝐬𝐨 ; character study
tws : abuse , mentions of death , homophobia & blindness ( ?? )
BASICS
full name : fiore emiliano luca gattuso
nicknames : honestly just fiore , flower cat boy as a joke by his cousin ( his first name translates to flower in italian , his surname gattuso , derives from the italian word gatto .... which literally means cat kdnvdfjs )
age : 20
date of birth : may 30 , 2000
zodiac sign : gemini
place of birth : tuscany , italy
hometown : rome , italy
location : kingsboro , brooklyn , new york city , new york
ethnicity : white
nationality : italian
religious views : non affiliated , but definitely believes there is a higher power ( or multiple ) of some sort
educational level : high school graduate
occupation : influencer & model occasional sugar baby
living arrangements : lives in a super boujee ass house ( basically mansion tbh ) with his older cousin gio , & his cat , which he very proudly named draco meowfoy
mental conditions : undiagnosed anxiety , very claustrophobic , will literally freak out if he’s in a tight space
physical impairments : he has shit vision , always has . his vision is 20 / 50 without any type of help , which isn’t necessarily terrible , but not exactly great . once you reach 20 / 70 , you’re considered to have low vision , which is technically considered partial blindness . with contacts on though , he see’s a solid 20 / 30 , which again , still isn’t too great , considering the fact the average person see’s 20 / 20 . no one knows his vision is so garbage minus his cousin , & no one has ever ever ever seen him with glasses before . in fact , no one even knows he needs glasses or contacts to see , as he keeps this a secret
addictions : none really , just smokes the usual weed & drinks the usual drink , has tried coke once but didn’t really like it too much
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
height : 5 ‘ 8
body type : pretty damn lanky but slightly muscular ( for actual body claim gifs click here , here , here , here , here , here , here , here , here & here ! )
eye color : baby blue , but shifts colors in different lighting . sometimes they look more on the green side , sometimes they look sort of grey
hair color : brown
style : he loves a good boujee brand tbh ! catch him wearing luxury brands like philipp plein , balenciaga , hermès , valentino , gucci .... just to name a few . he’s not opposed to wearing cheaper brands & even owns a basic floral jacket from forever 21 , but his main rule is it has to look good . honestly would rather shave off his eyebrows once a month for an entire year than to wear sweats , you’ll simply never see him with those on . in fact , he doesn’t even own a pair of sweats , not even just to be at home . in fiore’s opinion , people wearing sweats have just ‘ given up ’ . this saint laurent jacket right here , is one of his favorite pieces of clothing !
tattoos & piercings : this gemini symbol tattoo on his left wrist , a cartilage piercing on his right ear
scars / birth marks : a notably big scar on his lower left abdomen ( courtesy of his dad ) , birthmark on his upper left cheek ( which honestly .... low key makes him hotter fkdfvnfdsjn )
PERSONALITY
positive traits : determined , confident , witty
negative traits : secretive , narcissistic , dishonest
what do they consider to be the best & the worst part of their personality ? : the best part of his personality is his confidence & his ability to achieve his goals or get his way somehow . he’s not too bright , but he knows how to get what he wants & stops at almost nothing to have it his way , being extremely determined & restless . the worst part of his personality has to be the fact that he can be very dishonest . it’s a defense mechanism mostly , but he has a way of bending the truth to his favor , often times becoming manipulative & inconsiderate of other people’s feelings
are they more introverted or extroverted ? : the very rare case of an extroverted introvert . he really does enjoy talking to people but he loves his alone time as well & sometimes , too many people to talk to gives him anxiety
any talents ? : not really a talent but more of an unknown fact – he has hypermobile joints ( or what most people call double jointed ) almost everywhere . on his knees , on his elbows , on his shoulders , on his fingers . he can bring his arms all the way around & back while holding onto his hands , can touch his thumbs & other fingers to his forearm ( for more info on this , click here ) . he also makes really , really good edibles
what are their fears ? : huge slightly irrational fear of being buried alive , being in a tight space barely able to move or tight spaces in general . no one knows this one , but he also has a huge fear of ending up completely blind . his grandmother , his mother’s mother , has always had terrible vision . she was pronounced legally blind when she was barely 45 , later going completely blind before she turned 60 . fiore’s mother didn’t inherit her bad vision but it skipped a generation & if you guessed it , his grandmother’s shit vision is something he carries . he has a huge overwhelming fear of it getting worse & worse over the years , & ending up like his grandmother did
any allergies ? : corn . will literally have a deathly reaction
do they have phobias ? : claustrophobia
list 3 pet peeves they can’t stand : people chewing with their mouth open , when people have strong unpleasant body odor or bad breath ( no bullshit he’ll call you out for this lmfao ) , dirty fingernails
PAST
best memory : opening up to his cousin about what really happened with his parents & having him accept him with open arms , then later that day going to the beach , smoking one with him & talking about life
worst memory : his parents finding his sex tape with his now ex boyfriend , causing them to disown him & almost beat him to death
biggest secret : his past , as he refuses to talk about anything that happened before 2018 . also , his vision ? definitely a secret too
biggest wish : surprisingly ? falling deeply in love with someone & traveling the world with them , also opening up an edible shop
biggest fear : irrational fear , but being buried alive , crossing paths with his parents again , & turning completely blind at one point just like his grandmother did
first love : alessio cardone ( npc , nathan naenen fc ) , his first love , & so far the only person he’s ever truly fallen in love with . for gifs of his face click here or click here
ROMANCE & SEXUALITY
sexuality : bisexual / biromantic
turn ons : dirty talk , fingering & being fingered , versatile sex , being dominated / dominating someone , lip biting when kissing , hickeys , being spoiled , cuddling , hair pulling
turn offs : people denying or hiding what they really want & desire , know it alls , people treating him like he’s stupid , cheap people , people who talk shit with people around but won’t peep a word when they’re alone , hypocrites
MISCELLANEOUS
speaking voice claim : lorenzo zurzolo vc , or click here !
relationship with mother : he hasn’t spoken , heard of or seen his mother since his parents disowned him when he had just turned eighteen , so well over two years ago . he has no idea if she’s even alive or well
mother’s name : originally martina reina ( now martina gattuso )
relationship with father : same thing with his father . he hasn’t spoken , heard of or seen him since his parents disowned him . despite both his parents being trash though , fiore has always been more afraid & resentful of his father , as he has beaten him multiple times throughout his childhood , while his mother mostly just stood by & let it happen . he’s also done things like lock him in a car trunk for hours as punishment , & would leave him in a tight spaced closet for longer , which explains his irrational fear of being buried alive , & his severe claustrophobia
father’s name : gian gattuso
siblings : none
pets : click here to see his ragamuffin cat he named draco meowfoy
favorite place : any part of spain . honestly loves spain , & loves how shameless some spanish people are
role models or crushes : seth rogen ( he’s not even a role model fiore just loves him skacnbdjs ) , terry crews , tina fey , jamie chua ( this is just ... for obvious reasons lmfao )
favorite animals : a sucker for koalas , cats & dogs ( definitely a cat person though ) . he also thinks red panda’s are possibly the cutest creatures on the planet
favorite books : the five stages of andrew brawley by shaun david hutchinson , a child called it , the lost boy , a man named dave , the privilege of youth , all by dave pelzer ( he has cried reading all of pelzer’s books too , as he feels it hits close to home )
favorite movies : la vita è bella , literally all the sex & the city movies , honestly any movie seth rogen is in , catch me if you can
favorite music : listens to almost anything but his favorites are anything indie / alternative , deathpop & italian music
favorite food : pasta , chicken picatta , authentic mexican tacos
favorite dessert : anything tiramisu , caffè gelato , cannoli
QUIRKS
are they right handed or left handed ? : left handed
what’s a word that’s always on their lips ? : “ oh yeah ? ” usually in a teasing manner or sexual context
what languages do they speak ? : italian , english , spanish , decent sicilian
do they curse ? : definitely
what’s their worst habits ? : lying ( obviously ) , always wanting to have the last word , instantly seeking revenge / getting even when he feels he’s been wronged , chewing ice , & honestly ? forgetting to eat for long ass periods of time . he’ll eat something at ten am , then suddenly it’s about to be midnight & he’s like ‘ well fuck ..... i forgot to eat 🥴 ’
do they drink or smoke ? how frequently ? : drinks & smokes pretty frequently ! is honestly never one to turn down drinking or a smoking session
are they an early bird or a night owl ? : night owl for sure
how tidy is their room ? : usually tidy or decent looking at least . he’s not a neat freak , but he hates his room being messy
how long do they usually take getting ready ? : forever . it takes him at least an hour just to shower , thirty minutes to pick out his clothes , another thirty to do his ‘ fresh out the shower ’ routine , & longer to actually get ready & be satisfied with his look . in other words , a girl takes less time than him
#kingsboro.task#weeewww this was in my drafts for like 2 weeks LOLOL#♡ ⟨ • ◦ ◌ ◦ • ⟩ 𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘰 ∕ musings!#( queuekachu! )#one for aksel is coming today i will b asleep by the time this gets posted bc queue <3333
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jealous of the nights (that I don’t spend with you) (wip)
When Yuri is nine, he names his cat Puma Tiger Scorpion. He never regrets it.
In hindsight, that sort of behavior was a neon bright sign of things to come.
“You haven’t spoken to me in three days because you had a dream I liked someone else?” Otabek’s sigh is heavy.
“A nightmare,” Yuri corrects cooly, unsure if his tone should be outraged or Lilia-Pointed-but-Proper.
Yuri’s not one to victim blame, but honestly, Beka should have expected something like this from him.
(pieces of a sequel to every time I try, every time I win that I’m working on)
When Yuri is nine, he names his cat Puma Tiger Scorpion.
A decade later, he stands by the decision.
In hindsight, that sort of behavior was a neon bright sign of things to come.
“You haven’t spoken to me in three days because you had a dream I liked someone else?” Otabek’s sigh is heavy.
“A nightmare,” Yuri corrects cooly, unsure if his tone should be outraged or Lilia-Pointed-but-Proper.
Yuri’s not one to victim blame, but honestly, Beka should have expected something like this from him.
Let’s bring this story back to the start, then the present.
Yuri at seventeen: cheeks flushed by the Russian cold, by the embarrassment that trails him like a shadow whenever Victor hangs off Yuuri, mouth bitten red, first by his own angry teeth as he gnaws down on the vile oaths he wants to hurt at the chests of men who catch Otabek’s attention, and later by Otabek’s own mouth, soothing because of the force, the intensity of kissing Yuri back; golds, silvers, and bronzes pretty collars around his neck when his limbs aren’t out of control.
Yuri at twenty: cheeks flushed from Mila’s prodding about Otabek, a metaphorical battering ram going through his phone and sending selfies to Otabek and hosting a password protected group chat of Katsuki, Victor, and Mila on Yuri’s phone; mouth bitten red because at some point during his tenure with Yakov he learned silence was a viable option but goddamn is it hard, mouth bitten red to match the trail of hickeys under his clothes; golds and silvers, no room for bronze, pretty collars around his neck, swan graceful once again and the apple of Lilia’s eye.
Otabek in the years before, during, and after: Yuri’s.
Unfortunately, it’s Yuri himself who occasionally forgets that fact.
Day Six
The thing is, Mila doesn’t call. Text him vague threats when he first began dating Yuri, speaking not just for her own protective instincts but also the vengeful wrath of the Russian Skating Federation, specifically members coached by Yakov? Absolutely. Tag him across the spectrum of social media accounts he is lovingly bullied to use at least once a month? Constantly. Send him adorable pictures as Yuri cuddles with his cat or breathtakingly lovely images of Yuri, taken as his back creates a graceful arc on the ice? Happily and with pleasure. So when he ends practice to see three missed calls, two voice mails, and a few texts, his heart plummets out of his body, sinking past the changing room floor, to the core of the earth. Yuri. His Yuri. Famed composure abandons him as his fingers shake, thumb pressing the call button. He can’t control his limbs long enough to remove his second skate. The taste of bile might be permanently ingrained on his tongue at this rate, a disgust he will gladly cope with the moment someone reassures him Yuri hasn’t wound up in the hospital or the local jail. He’s not sure which is less plausible.
God he hopes it’s jail. “Otabek!” Mila’s voice calls him to attention, almost sing-song as it separates the syllables of his name. Immediately, Otabek’s panic mellows, a dull thrum instead of a thumping beat. “Is Yuri okay?” His voice doesn’t waver, but he still can’t manage to stop the nervous twitch of his fingers. “Your boyfriend is being especially bratty,” she declares, and Otabek realizes he’s in for a new hell. Normally, Mila refuses to claim Yuri as one of hers when he’s being a dick, but she sounds happier than past experiences allow. Her voice is musical, teasing, and Otabek understands Yuri can hear them. Faintly, “You hag! Put down your damn phone and check your makeup. The wrinkles are showing!” echoes across the miles between Almaty and St. Petersburg. “See? Such an ugly mood for our Yura,” she croons, and clearly he has become spectator not participant. “HANG UP THE PHONE!” “No!” There’s a crash in the background, more shrieks. Otabek puts the phone on speaker and places it on the locker room bench while he sips his water, grateful to lose the sick taste in his mouth from before. He’s managed to remove his other skate and change his shirt before Mila returns, victorious in abandoning Yuri but simultaneously riling him up with the knowledge Otabek is about to know something. Otabek is glad his relationship with his family does not reflect in the Mila-Yuri dynamic. “Ah, that was fun.” She sounds winded for a professional athlete, but Otabek doesn’t comment, slightly impatient for her to tell him about Yuri now that he’s calmed. “Is Yuri okay?” He starts again. “You tell me.” “I don’t understand.” “Has Yuri been off when you speak?” Mila asks, no longer breathless. Ah. This indeed is something for him to deal with. “What has he done?” “I have a list,” she announces brightly. A brief cough, a hum of her throat follow, and Otabek wonders if there’s something in the water at Yakov’s rink considering his least dramatic student of the past decade was Georgi Popovich. (Yuri is the love of his life, but he thrives on dysfunction to an alarming extent. Otabek understands this and accepts it as best he’s able; it is why they’ve managed to stay together for the past three years.) “To start, he refused to leave practice yesterday. Victor chased him around for nearly twenty minutes until he caught him and dragged him off. Did you see my upload?” “No, but I’ll check when we’re done speaking.” He hopes it isn’t on Instagram. He doesn’t want to deal with the comments from Yuri’s fans.
“It’s on Instagram!”
Naturally.
“Yuri keeps growling at one of our skaters, a boy named Dmitry. We’ve found him crying under a table in the break room four times this week. For some reason, he’s wearing a helmet and runs out of the room whenever Yuri enters. Do you know about that?”
“I forgot you had a Dmitry at your rink,” Otabek replies flatly, memory blank as he tries to recall Yuri ever mentioning a Dmitry.
“Yuri calls him Tiny Bastard if that helps?” Mila offers, and Otabek sighs.
It does. Tragically, it does.
That damn dream.
Sometimes Otabek wonders if he’s become more dramatic since Yuri twirled his way into the center of his universe.
This phone call is all the proof he needs.
“Those pains in the ass are talking about kids!” Yuri shouts across the kitchen, voice somewhat tinny over the speakerphone, hands busy making dinner.
“They’re getting another dog?” Otabek replies, half listening as he reviews the new diet plan suggested for him, nose wrinkling in disappointment in his own kitchen in Almaty.
“I trust them with poodles,” Otabek hears a faint huff and pictures Yuri blowing stray wisps of blond hair out of his face. It brings up a pang of longing and another needless reminder of the long month since their last reunion.
“A human child Beka.”
“You’ll always be my favorite Yura.” It’s an achingly sincere statement.
“That’s not-” A loud exhale. “Thank you, but don’t start with that. I’m the only one who realizes how unhealthy codependency is apparently. I’m worried about what they’d do to a child, not what their child would do to me.”
“I’m confident they wouldn’t send it cowering under a kitchen table in the break room four times a week,” Otabek offers and hums an acknowledgement while Yuri starts cursing Mila’s name.
Guess who remembered she needs to get back into writing Yuri on Ice if she ever wants to finish soldier boy
For those of you unfamiliar with my past work, Otabek references a fit Yuri threw after having a dream Otabek, his boyfriend and later fiancee, was in love with a Russian skater, one he never even met. From there, an anon begged me to write this.
I felt this would be a better attempt at remembering the voices and characterization than a WIP so well liked but also on such a long hiatus (soldier boy).
also my friend @dizzytea said the original story is a comfort fic so I thought I’d bring more joy.
gonna try to have this out this by this time next week, if not sooner if I can keep it under 8k.
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❞𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖❞ - 𝔻𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 𝕂𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚 ℙ𝕥.𝟙
~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀ A/N: and here we have the human Pikachu taking a nap. Hiya! I love denki he’s so cute, credits to the original artist since i dont own the art work. My untalented ass could never lmao. Lmk if you guys want part 2, Hope you enjoy! Trigger Warnings(s): Mentions of unholy activities, strong language, jealousy(?) ~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀ ❞𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒❞ ---- Ah yes, Denki Kaminari Aka Pikachu aka the class clown. You and him had a...rather odd relationship, it had been established months ago that you two were a couple and yet the two acted as if they were still just friends. It was just how you guys worked, sure there were the occasional kisses or hugs or hand holding but that was about it. Kaminari didn't really mind it, in fact he kind of liked it that way. Not only were you his partner in crime along side Bakugo and Kirishima but you were also his beloved and he wouldn't trade you for the world. You, however, craved physical contact and validation. It was like a breath of fresh air whenever he decided to hug you and gently whisper into your ear how much he loved you then place gentle kisses along your jaw, slowly trailing up to your lips and finally giving you a kiss that could and would knock the wind out of you while simultaneously making your stomach do back flips. Kaminari didn't need much, he wasn't as high maintenance as he seemed. Sure he was a perv but he was a perv with some class, he respected your boundaries and you guys never went past kissing, maybe a hickey or two if he was feeling generous. But oh you wanted so much more, of course you loved that he never did anything to make you uncomfortable and that he never forced anything on you but damn did you want him to rock your world. Was Kaminari aware of your horniness? Nope, not in the slightest. In his eyes you were the sweetest little angel (Haha, Overhaul...that was a yy reference im so sorry) with the cleanest browser history. Which is why he never attempted to make a move that intimate, he didn't think you were ready for it, not only that but the two of you were still in high school. Sometimes you wondered how it was possible to be touch starved when your boyfriend went to the same school as you, screw that mans is in the same class as you. As always you brushed your wants and needs to the side and brought your attention to what was going on around you. You, Kaminari, and Kirishima where currently in Bakugos room, annoying the shit out of him as usual. You were seated in his swivel chair that was in front of his desk, lost in thought like you had been more and more recently. Kirishima was going through Bakugos manga while Kaminari was sprawled out on his bed all while Bakugo was getting his studying done. Ashido had said she would join you guys but she never showed up, you and the others had assumed she had some stuff to get done as well. Soon Denki sat up and slid off Bakugos bed "I think i'm gonna head out guys" He smiled then looked at you, expecting you to come with him. You stood as well and followed him to the door. "Fucking finally, get the hell out" Bakugo grumbled, not bothering to look at the two of you as he continued to read his text book. If he had wanted you guys out so bad he would have kicked you out ages ago but you were fully aware that he actually really enjoyed your guy's company. Kirishima let out a laugh as he turned to you and Denki and waved "See you guys tomorrow!" His sharp grin never failed to make you smile as well, his happiness and determination was contagious. With one final wave you and your significant other stepped out of Katsukis dorm room, he looked at you with his brilliantly bright orbs that you swear you could get lost in for hours if he let you. "Do you want me to walk you to your room?" he asked, smile never leaving his handsome features. You gave him a nod and a small grin as you two started heading down the hallway, as you walked your eyes wandered over to him then at his hand. You wondered if he would let you hold his hand so you reached out and gently took it. Clearly it startled him a little, he was obviously lost in thought, he could've gotten whiplash from how fast he turned his head to look at you. A small smile graced his features as he looked down at you, loosely holding your hand before giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. You couldn't complain, it was better then nothing but it was cut short by the two of you arriving at your door. He gently squeezed your hand once more. "G'night" he whispered before letting go of your hand. You nodded and let your hand fall to your side before turning and opening your door "Night" You expected an 'I love you' but it never came, instead he grinned and waved before turning and heading down the hallway, off to his dorm room. A small sigh slipped passed your lips as you closed your door, he still loved you didn't he? Sure he wasn't as touchy and you'd like to be but he always told you he loved you, every night before you went to bed. He always made sure to tell you that he loves you, so why didn't he tell you this time? Maybe he just forgot, or maybe you did something wrong. You didn't know, you simply sighed again before turning off your light and crawling into bed, not wanting to think about it anymore you closed your eyes, opting to get some rest but thoughts of him leaving you plagued your dreams. You didn't sleep very well that night. The next day you woke up to several texts from Todoroki, asking if you wanted to train with him. You happily obliged, hoping it would take your mind off of the events of last night. You got dressed then headed to get changed into your Gym uniform. Todoroki met you out on an empty black top on the school grounds, when you finally arrived he gave you a small wave no smile to be seen, just his usual dead pan features. You waved in return, your lips automatically tugging into a sweet smile upon seeing him. "So! How do you want this do go?" You asked, getting down to business right away. "Oh, i simply wanted to spar with you." He replied, his smooth almost monotone voice was coated in honey this time around as he spoke to you. You nodded, giving a small chuckle before readying yourself. You had never fought him before but he was one of the top of your class, needless to say you were nervous. It took a bit of time but of course Todoroki ended up beating you, honestly you were proud of yourself for holding out so long. He was top of the class and you were...not at the bottom but not quite at the top. Given you were often studying with the baku squad, sorry "studying". the only one that ever really got anything done was Kirishima, Bakugo was to busy complaining about what ever pissed him off at that moment and both you and Denki were to busy listening to his woes. "thank you" the words of gratitude left him in a mumble as he walked over to help you out of your seated position, gently pulling you up after you took his outstretched hand. You simply gave him a nod and a smile. "Your quirk is super cool!" You said cheery tone as always. he gave you a small smile in return "Thank you, yours is really powerful. I almost couldnt beat you." it seemed sincere but you being you didnt buy it, simply laughed off the compliment and proceeded to tell him there was no way you could beat him, he was one of the top students in the class so he told you that that could change and at the rate you've been training you could beat him easily after a month or two. Little did you know Kaminari was knocking at your dorm room door, Ashido had asked him to come to the arcade at the mall with her and he wanted to invite you as well. Since you weren't answering your door or your phone he figures you were studying or something and wanted to be left alone, it wasnt a problem, he understood, you guys did have a test in about a week and you liked to be at least a little prepared. Yeah it was fine, that was until you rounded the corner with todoroki at your side, the two smiling and having what looked to be a rather pleasant conversation. Now he was a bit annoyed, seeing you so happy with some other guy. He had to remind himself that Todoroki would never and that the last thing on his mind was trying to steal you from him.
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