#deep breath okay here come the hashtags

[ravangie]

Finally gave in and made portraits of all the ladies that I've intoduced the world to so far.

Drawing them was such a pleasure, words can not describe how much I adore them all😭🤲❤️

More Tulia and Miguella here

More Princess Charming and Princess Shrek here

More Empress Kuzco here

[sweetshire]

So, @silv-paru sent Sherlock Holmes for the character opinion bingo. thanks a bunch for this (and for your patience. my god, i’m answering this a week late. typical me behaviour). you’re a darling :D

Did you know, i used to tell these stories to my friends? they delighted in them AND i got a chance to sort of ramble on and on abt him and watson. it was a win-win, really. ah, those were the days! now i haven’t reblogged much of him this month at all. i miss him. I MISS HIM.

Onto the bingo: well. he’s The quintessence of gender™ to me. and i relate to him so so much. fav character of all time fr. i want to carry him in my pocket at all times & study him. like. do i want to BE him OR am i IN LOVE with him, ykwim? pssh who knows? certainly not me. uh-huh ‘a beast unleashed’ -does this refer to me or him? you choose. oh re: canon, i’m ignoring the part where holmes dies (or y’know, is dead for 3 years). that’s too angsty.

[stevenose]

idk. gang idk. wanna eat this guy’s ass nahimsayin

contains: gender unspecified reader/no gendered language; free use reader; conflicted steve; mentions of steve trauma :( he head hurt; foot massage MILD MILD I PROMISE; oral (steve receiving); rimming (steve receiving); some humiliation going on; ‘whore’ is used both ways hashtag equality; facial (reader receiving)

Steve’s had the worst day of his life. Well, that’s not true - not even close. He has to remind himself of that, as if he forgot, even though the headache currently clouding his brain is a consequence of too many concussions. Actually, thinking about his bad luck just pisses him off more. He almost breaks the key to Family Video while he’s closing up, ripping it from the door so harsh it hurts his hand.

He slams the car door, too. Which makes his head pound. He’s so goddamn tired. And if he has to tell one more teenager they can’t rent porn, he’s going to drive his car into the building. He gets it - really, he does. He used to steal VHS tapes from his friend’s parents and watch it in his basement when he was underage. But now he’s 21 and too old for this shit.

Speaking of porn - blowing off steam sounds great. He sighs as he turns the engine of his car over and leans back. He just has to get home. And maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll be there and you can do that thing you both talked about.

It’s really out of character for him. He’s ready to admit it. Actually, he’s not just admitting it. He proclaims it, over and over - I’m not that kind of guy. But you showed him some real interesting porn and told him about the term “free use” and now he can’t stop fisting his cock to the idea of you choking on it. It’s sore, already straining in his jeans as he traverses Hawkins pothole-riddled roads.

Free use. He can imagine coming home and fucking you over a table, or pushing you to your knees, sure - but actually doing it is entirely different. He doesn’t know how to be mean. He didn’t even know how to be mean when he was an asshole. It makes him nervous, palms clammy against his steering wheel. He does know how to be confident, however, and he tries to lean into that assertiveness as he parks his car and strides towards the door.

Steve’s irritated he even has to unlock it, but you’re right there, sitting at the kitchen island reading the back of a cereal box. Pajamas on, ready for bed. It makes him feel bad about asking and he pushes any thought of getting his dick near you out of his sore brain. But you perk up when you see him, equally eager and shy, tucking into yourself.

“Hi, Steve.”

“Hi.” He stares at you. Stupid.

“You okay?”

Steve takes a deep breath. “I had a bad day.”

You nod, drumming your fingers against your forearm. “Want me to do something about it?” you ask lowly.

Steve nods slowly. He’s still standing halfway through the door like a doofus.

“Shut the door, handsome.”

He blinks, zoning back in to reality. The door swings shut behind him and you make your way over to him, approaching cautiously. Like he’s infected with something. Perhaps just a sour mood.

“Anything you want,” you remind quietly.

He nods again, licks his lips. “Come here,” he says, walking towards the living room. Then he stops and looks back at you. “Please?”

Steve’s so grateful that you’re patient with him. You don’t poke fun or chastise him. You just nod, letting him lead the way as he settles on the couch. He’s also grateful that you take the lead at first, settling on your knees in front of him. Your little fingers move towards his Nikes and you unlace them, pulling his shoes off. He groans low when your hands move to massage his socked foot.

He can’t believe how gross you are. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be into shit like this. Neither should he. He reminds himself he really isn’t into this kind of thing, he’s just into you. But he’s painfully hard in his Levis while he watches you below him.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?”

Steve shakes his head quickly. “No. But you’re sweet.”

You smile. “I know. How’s your head?”

He sighs. “Sore.”

“I’ll get you some advil in a sec,” you promise, moving from one foot to the other.

“Thank you,” he says, sinking into the couch. “You’re so good to me.”

“Yeah?” you goad. Your hands crawl up his thighs and you stare up at him eagerly. “I’d do anything you ask. Anything.”

Steve sucks in a measured breath, lost in your warm eyes for a moment. He leans forward and takes your jaw gently, but firmly, between his fingers. He can’t believe how much your eyes light up. “You can get me some medicine and suck my cock til I’m feeling better.” And then, again, he adds, “Please.”

You hop up, heading towards the kitchen while he stands to strip. It almost takes effort to get his jeans down past his erection, and his cock leaks precum on his stomach once it’s freed. He rolls his eyes at himself, so worked up over nothing yet. He sits back on the couch as you re-enter, bottle and water in hand.

“Come here,” he says again, patting his thigh, and you do as you’re told. You really are so good for him, so eager to please. He takes the items from you, downs 800 milligrams, then turns his attention back to you. Steve wracks his brain for something to say, but your fingers reach out for his scalp. You massage his head and he moans, his hands finding your hips while his eyes drift shut.

“Did you think about me today?”

“I did,” you answer. “Nearly every second.”

His eyes open, half-lidded. “Tell me what you thought about.”

You bite your lip for a moment. “I thought about your, um - well….”

He surprises himself when he swats your ass. He soothes it immediately, about to apologize, but your reaction gives him pause. Your hips grind on his thigh and your pupils go blown, teeth digging in to your plush bottom lip. Your fingers keep working his scalp, soothing the ache, helping him come back to life a little bit.

“Can I just show you instead?”

Steve hums. “Only if you show me how you touched yourself while you do it.”

He hears your breath hitch in your throat. You nod, then cup his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

The tenderness makes him melt. You make him feel like he’ll be alright. Like he doesn’t have a dead end job, like everyone isn’t moving on without him. “I’m great,” he answers, finally smiling. “Got a pretty thing like you on my lap, getting waited on, taken care of….”

“I’ll take care of you,” you coo, sliding off of his lap and back onto your knees before him.

The two of you haven’t fooled around very much. Steve loves watching your reaction to his cock - it gives him the biggest ego boost. He knows it’s pretty. Long and thick, pretty pink tip, a few beauty marks marking the shaft. It curves a little bit upwards, easy to find your sweet spot. He watches you stare at it now, eyes wide, breath fanning over it.

“Please hurry,” he has to say, a little bit impatient.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly. Your hand reaches out for his shaft and you slowly pump your hand up and down it. Steve sighs and lets his head rest against the back of the couch. “It’s just so beautiful, Steve.”

Your touch spurs him on. “Beautiful, huh? You like it that much?”

“Mhm.” You lick your lips. “It’s so big, and - and soft….”

You press gentle kisses along the underside of it. Steve curses under his breath. His head falls forward so he can watch you now as you kiss every inch of it. You nuzzle your nose against the shaft, thumb swiping across the head, your tongue giving him kitten licks.

“There you go,” he groans. “Show me how much you love it.”

Your kisses become open mouthed and messy, your tongue getting him a little bit more wet. You kiss up towards the head and swirl your tongue around it, lapping up the precum pooling in his slit. Steve groans again, gripping your hair, and with a gruff “open up,” he slides his cock between your lips.

Your mouth is his salvation. Wet, warm, tight. Steve gasps and moans, hips immediately bucking upwards. You gag and he shudders, hand fisting your hair harder, tangling his thick fingers in it. “It’s okay, g-gag on it, make a - make a mess.”

You moan and angle your head to take a bit more of him, beckoning him to take what he needs. Your eyes are so pretty looking up at him, glassy, teary. It makes Steve frenzied. He bucks his hips into your mouth, reveling in the perverted noises you both make together.

“This what you wanted?” he growls. “Be my personal s-stress - stress toy?”

You moan and nod.

“Touch yourself.”

Your hand makes its way inside your pajama bottoms. You gag as you attempt to moan, throat constricting around Steve’s thick cock. He knows it has to hurt and he scratches your scalp in an attempt to soothe you. His balls tighten as your eyes roll back. He can see your fingers moving in the thin cotton of your sleep shorts and his stomach flips violently.

Steve fucks his hips against your face for a while, sensitive balls slapping against your chin. It’s so goddamn gross and he can’t fucking stop. His toes curl, breaths ragged and shallow, groans and praises falling from his lips. He pushes his cock into your throat as far as it can go, feeling it tense and constrict.

“Take it,” he grits. “Holy fucking shit goddamn you feel so good holy fuck oh my god -“

And when he finally pulls out, giving you a moment to breathe, you don’t pull back. Instead, you duck downwards, kissing and sucking gently at his balls.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, half in pleasure and half in scandal. “Feel - feel how much cum I’ve got for you?”

“Steve,” you moan. Music to his fucking ears.

“Love any part of me you can get, huh?” His blunt fingernails scratch your scalp some more, soothing.

And then you go lower.

Steve sort of short circuits. Now your tongue is on his taint and that is quite honestly not where a tongue should go. He wonders if you even know that’s where you are, and he tries pulling you upwards again. Voice hoarse while he’s saying, “Baby, that’s - oh, that’s - not -“

Your hands find his hips. You pull him towards the edge. And your tongue is really, really where it isn’t supposed to be now.

But Steve couldn’t stop you if he wanted to. It’s like he’s been electrocuted. Your tongue flicks against his hole, innocent, sweet. You even press a cute little kiss to his rim.

“Oh my god!” he wails, throwing his head back. He spreads his legs wider for you. His voice is gorgeous, all scandal, a deep tenor. “You dirty little whore.”

His own reaction shocks himself again, but you moan at that. He can even see your arm moving while you continue to touch yourself. All while your tongue licks broad stripes against his sensitive rim - and who knew he was so sensitive there? His stomach flips and tightens, cock pouring.

“Stroke me off,” he commands, though it’s more of a plea. Your hand finds his cock again and you pump him, tapering your tongue against his hole. Then you lick back to his balls, kissing each of them, before taking his cock in your throat again.

“What the fuck,” he groans, his entire stream of consciousness finding its way past his lips. “This what you got off t-to? Eating me ou- out?”

You pull back, a glint in your eye while you moan. “You’re about to get off to it, too.”

Which Steve can’t argue with. His balls are starting to draw up again and he doesn’t know how he’d like to cum. Down your throat? Or in your hair while you kiss his ass? He wishes he could have both.

His hand grips your hair again and he fucks your face with abandon. You moan non-stop around his length, gagging, drool finding its way down his cock to his balls and beyond. He plants his feet to fuck you like he knows you want, groaning through gritted teeth.

“You gonna cum? Gonna cum from being used?” he grits. “Go on, g-get off, you dirty - little -“

You go a little slack when you do. Eyes all crossed, drool falling down your chin. Steve can’t fucking stand it. He pulls you off of him and jerks himself off in front of you, his face red with effort while you gasp for air.

“Give me your filthy tongue,” he orders.

You stick your tongue out, a blissful, gorgeous expression on your face that Steve is quickly addicted to.

“Gonna cum - gonna cum a-all over your slutty face, just like you wanted - fuck!”

His eyes want to close but he forces them open to watch thick ropes defile your face. His chest heaves with exertion, low groans rumbling from his chest, head still pounding from how much effort it takes. But the headache’s the last thing on his mind. He’s all focused on you, looking like a porn star in front of him, all ditzy and happy.

“Up,” he pants, grabbing onto you. He pulls you onto his lap and he doesn’t care if you have his cum on your face. He’s already hardening again, could really use another scalp massage while his cock finds its way inside of your hole. “One more, can you do that for me? So goddamn hot I gotta go again.”

“Whore,” you snark weakly, hands finding his head, letting him sit you down on his cock.

[bigdreamerpeach]

Training with Terrans

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Bumblebee was sitting , watching the sky and clouds, the sun shining bride. It was a wonderful day for a little break from Training and Fights.

Well, he though this...

Loud laughing was all He hear. He walks around to find put where the loud noices coming from and now He know who was laughing so loud.

The terrans are having playfights

Bumblebee smile a bit as he saw it , but they was a bit to loud in his opinion. He walks to the terrans.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?" Ask bumblebee

"We just playing Bee , don't worry." Nightshade told him. Bumblebee looks at him ,then to the others and then back to Nightshade

"I don't want stop the fun you have but you need to be more serious." Bumblebee told then

The terrans Looks at each other and then to bumblebee."ohhhh come on bee, we just playing!" Twitch say to him. " you always play with breakdown or someone Else". She said

"I'm Not a child twitch, Yeah i understand you but you need to be ready to fi- where are you." The terrans were gone , without a noice.

Then...

All terrans push him to the ground and sitting around him. They smiling at him. Bumble Was confused why did they do this on him. He has no idea Whats ging on , but then

"EEE!", Bumblebee screams high pit as twitch poke his side. She looks at him with a little evtl grin. " waaaiit a minute, can that be you're Ticklich bee?". As twitch ask him this, he getting nervous...reeeally nervous

" what me? Ticklich? Noooo hehe ofc i'm Not." He say. But the terrans don't belive him.

"Really , sooo i can ...do this?" Twitch tickling his stomach , making him giggle.

" heeheheheh T-Twitch! Stop!"."Hmmmm let me think.. no!". Then twitch tickling faster, making bumblebee giggle more, but it turns into laughter as Thrash and Nightshade tickling each sides, Hashtag tickling his neck and Jawbreaker tickling his armpits.

"AAHHHAHAHHAHA!!! NONONONOOHOO!! STOP, STOOOHHOHOP!!! EEEEEE!!!!" Bumblebee try to push them away but they was to strong for him

"Haa! I never know you were ticklish bee." Jawbreaker said, still tickling him. The other terrans looking bumblebee laughing ans wiggling around like fish out of water

"OKAY, OKAY! YOU WON BUT PLEHEHEHASE STOHOHOP!!!" He try to speak

The terrans stop the tickle attack on bee , letting him breath. After 2 minutes bumblebee stand up

"Why did you doing this?"." We just bored hehe ,but i need to say , i never know that you so ticklich." Nightshade told him

Bumblebee just looing at then and speak with a serious , deep voice:" Never do this again , okay?"

"Okay." All terrans say. "I hope so , but watch out , i will get m, revenge soon." With this worden bumblebee go away. Now the terrans getting nervous and a bit scared

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New story is out!! Sorry when its short, but i Hope you like this anyways ^^

[bunihyo]

way to expose me in the hashtags last time… BUT FINE. since u wanna be so dramatic write a remus x reader ones shot that’s like- an au where Remus is a infamous killer in london, and reader is always waiting for him at home to patch him up and clean him :)

I SUPPOSE I could write this /j

warnings : mentioned killing, blood, wounds, scars (idk if this counts as a warning)

(0.9k words)

Remus had a tendency to make messes.

You loved him for it, of course. His little messes were easy to clean up…in the beginning. You didn’t mind cleaning up after him here and there, but then the visits became frequent. And the wounds became bigger over time. Remus had a large scratch across his face (He’d never told you where it was from, but you heard from Sirius that it was a scar from a childhood attack) and when you patched him up you often caught yourself staring at it.

He didn’t seem to care, he was too focused on the gentleness in how you handled him. The way your hands would trace softly up and down his body if stitches were needed (he hated the feeling of thread and the prickling of needles). The way you would, after every wound dressing, look up into his eyes as if silently telling him you were all done. It was comforting, and he couldn’t help but come back every time.

Your touch was an indulgence, and he wanted more and more. It was greedy, yes, but you were willing to give it to him. “Is it yours or theirs?” You’d question every time he visited, tugging him into your home.

“Both,” Was his reply this time- feeling the warmth of your home encapsulate him. He breathed in the familiar scent, comfort settling in his bones. He watched your gaze shift slightly, a frown overcoming your beautiful features. “It’s mostly theirs,” Remus assured.

You bit at your lip, sighed and gestured toward the door. “Close that, will you?” And he did, already turning to be led to your kitchen, like always. It was the regular routine. You walked him into the warm room- he took his spot at your table and watched you dig around your drawers for the supplies. “Any deep cuts today?”

“No,” Remus mumbled. “Light.”

“Alright big boy,” You grunted- grabbing your large box of medical supplies you’d splurged on just for him. “So, what was it tonight? Gang? Guy who tried to run over a granny?”

Remus found himself smiling at your joke, and in return you had smiled too- slipping into the nearest seat. “No, guy messing with Reg. I hurt him.”

Remus didn’t like to use the word killed. He didn’t want to be named a monster. Because monsters didn’t deserve you. Of course half of London knew him as a night killer, but Remus didn’t often read or watch the news. “I see,” You hummed, gesturing toward the shirt that he instantly began to peel off. “What’d you do to him?”

“Hurt him.”

You huffed. “Yeah I know that, big guy. But I need to at-least know it wasn’t a mess that the police could link back to you,”

“It wasn’t,” Remus shook his head, discarding his shirt to the table. Your hands came up instantly with a wipe- cleaning away the dried blood on his chest. “It���ll be okay, starlight.”

You grunted in response, clearing away the blood that had seeped through. Your hands moved to grab the medical gauze you had. “Alright, I’m gonna choose to believe you,” Remus knew better than to clue you in on everything going on in his night life. He didn’t want you hurt.

“Your hair,” He gestured. “Did you cut it?”

You nodded gently. “Summers coming, it’s too long.”

“I like it,” Remus nodded. “Makes you look more like you.”

“More like me, hm?” Your eyes flashed up to meet his for a brief second, as you cleaned and wrapped a cut you’d found at his waist. “In that case you should know I like the fluffy mop you’ve got going on.”

Remus grimaced and moved to ruffle his own hair, damp from the rain. “I hate it.” He shook his head. “But if you like it, I won’t cut it.”

You hummed—moving to dress a wound on his arm. He watched you closely, watching your eyes rake over the scars on his body. Some recent from his killings, most from the orphanage he grew up in. You traced over one with your eyes— frowning. “Will you promise me something?”

He tilted his head. “What?”

“Don’t get into trouble. And don’t get killed,” You sighed. “That’s all I need.”

“Starlight—”

“I’m serious Remus.” You grit, forcing your eyes up to meet his. “I don’t want you dying because of something stupid like a vendetta. Promise me, please.”

Remus drew in a breath and breathed it out gently. “Okay, I promise.”

“Good.” You nodded, looking back at his wound. “It gets cold upstairs, so if you want you can crash on my couch or something.” You muttered, finishing the bandage and looking up silently at Remus. You were done. Your eyes lingered his for a second longer before you began to pack up and move to put your stuff away.

Remus pushed off the chair. “What about you?”

“I’ll be upstairs, Remus. I always am,” You chuckled, pushing the medical supplies back into their cabinet. Remus was quiet, and you went to question him, before you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“Who will keep you warm?” He muttered, bending to press a gentle kiss to your head.

“I don’t need a warm body, if that’s what you want, Remus.” You muttered, turning around to look up at him. He shook his head.

“That’s not what I want.”

You roll your eyes and push him away. “Whatever man,” You sigh. “You can sleep in my room if you’re that desperate. Take a shower first though,”

“Why?” Remus frowned.

“You smell like wet dog, that’s why.”

[reidslovely]

Casual (Sam UTSL x Fem! Reader)

Pairing: Sam (Under the Silver Lake) x Fem! Reader Content Warning: Smut 18+. Oral sex female receiving, arguing, low-key gaslighting(?), ambiguous ending.  Authors Note:This may flop. Oh well. I know you guys are still expecting the last chapter of That’s the Price..it is coming I (loosely) promise! I’m about to start working on it after this. As always please reblog and leave a comment if you want love you! Also please don’t be upset I use tasm hashtags I’m just trying to put it out there sorry.

Her feet were placed on the dashboard of the mustang, heels tossed on the floorboard and her dress bunched around her hips. “Does it go back any further than this?” (Y/N)’s voice came out slightly more annoyed than she had intended. Sam, who was knee deep in floorboard, fumbled around under the seat trying to push the passenger seat back further.

“It should. I’m trying okay.” He bit back bitterly

“I wasn’t complaining, I just worry ab-”

“My leg is..” Her body slammed back as the seat went all the way back as he spoke. “...fine. No flare up in months.” Sam mumbled, kissing her inner thigh. His stubble tickling the soft skin there, (Y/N) rested her head back against the headrest. She just wanted to relax. The day, Sam included, had been so draining. From an early morning meeting, to the coffee burn on her thigh from a painful spill, and not to mention the sudden dinner with Sam’s mom that gave her no time to shop. She hadn’t had any time to stop and breathe.

She gasped as Sam pressed a soft kiss to the red burn mark on the top of her thigh. “You need to be more careful.” He laughs before dragging his lips down her thigh to her cunt. His nose pressed against her clit as he breathed her in.

“I need to find a job that isn’t just me getting coffee for old white men.” She says waiting for him to move.

“I’ll put you in my movie.” He said licking a long strip up her slit, his tongue circling against her clit for a few seconds before wrapping his lips around it. The conversation may as well have poured out of her ears word by word, she couldn’t think of a response. Her hands reached down to grab his hair pulling at the brown locks. Her eyes closed, her mouth dropping open as he continued licking and sucking at her clit like he had never been here before. His mouth traveled further down, his tongue dipping in her wetness, his nose pressed against her clit. The pressure pulled a low, tired moan from her. Her hand pulled at his hair harder, as she held back a laugh. Sam's eyes looked up at her, she knew he had a smile on his face, she could feel it against her.

He pulled his mouth off of her, his middle finger creeping its way into her. “Don’t you think you  look a little pathetic? You're spread out like a whore in the car, behind a restaurant anyone could come out and see us.”

Sam spoke with his normal cadence, low and monotone. But the way he looked at her drew her in, it was something so dirty like this would be their best kept secret. He acted as if this was the most public place they had ever done something like this.

Pumping another finger into her, he smiled his head dropping against her thigh watching himself finger fuck her. “You’re so close huh? You wanna cum?” (Y/N) nodded her head, swallowing her moan as he pressed his thumb against her swollen clit rubbing slowly.

(Y/N) came around his fingers with a small moan, her eyes closing and her head dropping to the side. “Fuck” They both breathed out, Sam pulled his fingers out of her licking his fingers clean before digging in the glove compartment for a tissue. She took it from him, starting to clean herself up.   “How was that?” He asks, “You look less tense now.” He laughs crawling over her and into the driver side. (Y/N) nodded her head, turning to look at him with a smile as she reached over to kiss him. It was a quick peck before he grabbed her panties from her hand, shoving them in the glove box.

Regardless of what had just happened, and however he looked at her in the moment, the rush of what they really were washed back over her.

“Casual..we’re  just casual.”

Was his response this morning when she asked if this dinner  meant they were exclusive now. Hearing those words fall out of his mouth filled her with less upset and rage then filled her now. A hot feeling of either embarrassment or heat rushed through her chest, and suddenly she felt like she was a puppy being used to make a Hollywood starlet look better.

Turning her body away from him she put her shoes back on, wishing she had her underwear to make her feel less bare.

“You okay?”

He asked, his clean hand reaching out to brush hair off her face. “You look like you’re gonna be sick.” (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat and put on a smile placing an undeserving, yet loving kiss on his palm.

“I’m fine.” She responded, opening the car door and stepping out. She fixes her dress, checking herself in the reflection of the car door, before walking around to meet Sam. Putting on a good face she took her hand in his and leaned against him as they walked around to the front of the restaurant. “She’ll like you.” Sam says his hand on her forearm. “Doesn’t matter if she does.” (Y/N) shrugs, her hand rubbing the fabric of his jacket. “If we are just casual it doesn’t matter.” “I..” Sam starts his sentence thinking of what to say.  “God. You literally take everything to heart, I didn’t mean it like that. You should know.” He rants, the annoyance in his voice prominent. (Y/N) huffed, pulling her arm out of his starting to walk away. Sam grabbed her arm gently, turning her to face him, his hands finding her face.

“No, no that’s not what I meant, I'm sorry.”

“I don’t wanna know what you meant.” She yells at first, lowering her voice as the sentence goes on. “Okay, you’ve done this all week. You tell me how much you like me, how much I have improved your life. But then you turn around to your loser fucking friends and say that we aren’t going anywhere and we are just casual. Your friends don’t even know my actual name, but I’m meeting your mom? Make it make sense Sam, because I’m really fucking lost. I have clothes at your place, I literally spent an hour looking for my favorite bra today at my apartment and I couldn’t find it. Do you know why I couldn’t find it? Because it’s in your dresser, at your apartment where we cook together, I clean for you, we’re we share a bed but no of course we are just casual.”

Once it started there was no plugging the feelings back up, she hadn’t cried like she thought she would. She didn’t even really have time to process what she was feeling until the words had left her mouth. The two traded dumbfounded looks, neither knowing what to say. “I didn’t know-”

“That I knew?”

Sam nodded, his hands dropping to her shoulders rubbing softly. “Or that you felt that way..I just thought you..we..didn’t want anymore than what we had. You never said anything, had you told me.”

(Y/N) could have screamed, it was like he wasn’t hearing her. “I have been telling you, for weeks.”

“Not explicitly, I can’t pick up on your weird girl hints. I thought you were just leaving stuff at my apartment to leave it.”

As she opened her mouth to respond, an older woman cleared her throat looking at them.

“Excuse me.”

Sam took a deep breath and headed into the dining room, heading towards his mothers table. He just dropped it, god she hated him so much right now. The thought of grabbing the champagne from its chilled box and smashing it on the ground was too strong. Instead, she closed her eyes and latched onto his arm, calming herself down, falling back into their game her eyes opened no longer glossy now holding a faux happiness. His mother stood, greeting her with a hug complimenting her dress. She smiled and mumbled a quick thank you, before settling next to Sam who was quick to hold her leg under the table. She caught a bit of the conversation here and there, adding her small useful remarks whenever needed. Thinking she was playing the perfect role of girlfriend.

“You seem distracted (Y/N), everything okay?” The older woman asked downing her third glass of wine, (Y/N) casted her eyes up to her smiling.

“Yeah, huh just work stuff on my mind.” She lies, taking her own big gulp of red wine. “She works too hard, she needs a break, my little journalist.” Sam laughed, his hand stroking her arm as it came to wrap around her. “Well I’m going out to grandma’s house in Long Beach next weekend and staying for a bit, why don’t you two take the week off and come up?”

(Y/N) didn’t know how to respond, truthfully she didn’t know if her and Sams…situationship would last after tonight's dinner. Before she got the chance to respond, Sam was already nodding his head in agreement.

“We’d love it to be a perfect getaway for us, it would be our first couples trip. What do you think babe?” Sam asked, his hand trailing down to grab her hand waiting for her answer. (Y/N) stared at him confused. “I mean sure yeah, I’ll talk to my boss about it. Couples trip, yeah.”

His mom smiled, and exclaimed something of excitement that she couldn’t understand. (Y/N) had already started looking down into Sam’s words: he had never called them a couple before. Is it no longer casual, did her words actually change his mind? Or was it just his mothers presence that caused him to choose his words. Maybe she was just falling back into his game, but that could wait till after dinner.

tags: @helloheyhihowdyheya​ @nymphonet​ @bxcketbarnes​ @sincericida​ @toomanyfictionalboyfriends​ @andrews-lovr​ @raajali3​ @ateliefloresdaprimavera​ @a-lumos-in-the-nox​ @megmehz​ @adhdhufflepuff​ @lunaleah​ @eevylynn​ 

[aaal-iz-well]

Guyssss...

Okay, babe, deep breath.

Done?

Good.

Let's roll

WTF is happening? I swear to god a month ago I was checking this hashtag for updates like my life depended on it, and I had great plans for my wip's and everyone was making predictions about what the vault might contain.

Then I tell myself to start making some headway with my studies because exams are breathing down my neck and I (somehow) manage to keep away from this fandom that has been my life and blood for so long. AND ALL HELL BREAKS LOSE!!

Now we know that there are THREE books related to this fandom coming out this year and we might get Toby and Hannah and I'm so excited!

But there are two characters who have my undivided attention atm and I want to talk about them!

So now we have all the main characters, I'm so thrilled that Rohan is one of them because his story is so intriguing to me and it also adds to some much needed Indian or Pakistani (though most prob Indian) representation.

Just think about the kind of background he must have come from, let that blow your mind!

I know that he is going to have a real tragic backstory. Think something involving childhood abandonment or abuse or (most probably) separation from his loving family, coming to London, being faced with the HUGE cultural shock and the nail biting cold and relentless rain. Add to this: making sense of the weird accent. Being picked off the street to do some odd work for the Devil's Mercy. Slowly getting to know it's secrets and rising among its ranks till he reached Factotum. Falling for Zella (first love, maybe?), having his heart broken.

AND THEN HAVING HIS TITLE STRIPPED AT THE END!

CAN YOU FEEL THE BAD BLOOD ENERGY RISING?

'cause baby now we got bad blood...

I also believe that often things are not so one dimensional and that Zella is nothing short of deserving the position. She has undeniably had her struggles with gaining the power she now holds and being a woman of colour in a royal household. But I'm focusing of Rohan here, maybe I'll make a detailed post about Zella sometime later?

These are all only theories, but I can't help thinking that it's going to be something along these lines.

And then there's the fact that Jameson is not going to be a main character (*crying emoji cause I cant seem to insert one of the proper size*) Like he has so many unfinished threads and so much family drama to sort out.

We never got to see an independent confrontation of Ian over how he used Jameson to get what he wanted, or anything about the Prague mystery!!

And I know this might be a bit controversial with some of you, but I really want to see him and Avery fight. Because ofc they are a power couple and express their love to each other in such creative ways. BUT, but you get to know so much about a character when you see their world shifting, when the one thing that they believed to be an anchor is uprooted. How they act when the other is out of orbit. AND WE SIMPLY HAVEN'T SEEN THAT FOR JAMESON. I also might be holding out for a very hot romantic make up later on, but my point stands.

So there's my little (rather late) bit, but still.

Also to those who have read my work and have been so kind to shower me with kudos and comments, I want to apologise profusely. There is a lot to come, but just not at this moment when exams are leeching the life out of me, and trust me when I say I have the most elaborate plans for the future!

Like always, can't wait to hear all your brilliant thoughts. Have a good day/night (depending on whatever time zone you guys are in)

Also please check out Lockwood and Co if you have the time because it's something that I can't stop thinking about and would love to talk about. As an added bonus, one of the mc is kinda like Jameson (and that's how you know I have a type)

[layanasstories]

The Heist - Chapter 8

This is a fanfiction game. It started here.

You can find previous chapters here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

or you may look for the dedicated hashtag.

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He's still holding my hand "What's wrong?" I ask him because his grip is only getting tighter. In an attempt to reassure him, I lean forward with my elbows on the table, carefully placing my other hand over his. "Everything is wrong." sighing, he lowers his head. He stares at my hands, shifting his so that mine are on top. Then lifting them right up to his lips. He places a soft kiss on the back of my hand. "Without you I would have gone completely crazy." I feel the breath of his whispering words against my hand, making me feel goosebumps crawling all over my body. He does not miss this and that makes the corner of his mouth curl into a smile.

We are both startled when the door swings open with a bang. "Romantic time is over." Agent Michaels stands in the doorway with an annoyed look on his face. "You are free to go Mrs. Davis.". Christopher stands next to him and gives me an approving nod. Jake lets go of my hands so I can stand up. But I sit still for a moment, looking straight into his eyes. "Aghum" Christopher coughs. With a deep sigh I get up, I don't want to leave Jake behind but I have no choice. I walk around the table, put my hand on his shoulder which makes him flinch in pain, I bend over and whisper "We'll make them pay for what they did to you" then I place a kiss on his cheek.

It's been hours since I went with Christopher. He had already read the document several times and assured me that there were no scams. I know him from our college days, same Uni but different majors. He did criminal law to eventually become a lawyer and I, I've tried several things. But in the end I graduated in science in information technology. That's why I had no problems hacking into Hannah's cloud. Christopher and I have always covered each other's backs, the bond we have is like those of siblings. And now I'm in the guest room, where I've slept before, but I don't sleep a wink. I check my phone again, a quarter past four. My mind wanders to the kiss on my hand. To his battered hands. And then the pain in his shoulder, what the hell have they done to him? It makes me angry, I can understand that he is not a good guy to them, but since when is it okay for the government to treat their detainees like this. Fuming, I get out of bed. I'm pacing a little. After getting a glass of water from the kitchen, I crawl back into bed, hoping I'll at least get some sleep.

"Good morning!" Christopher stands in the doorway of the guest bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Is that for me?" I ask him pointing to the cup. "No way! You can get your own when you finally get out of that bed." he laughs and walks out of the room again. I get out of bed, still stiff from the long night, I stretch a bit and put on my clothes. When I walk into the kitchen for my own cup of coffee, Christopher is already sitting at the table with the document in front of him. "Listen, we'll be going back there in a few and then you can both sign this. I guess it would take like an hour for Jake to get out, after he signed it too. That's our number one priority." he looks at me and takes a sip of his coffee. It feels like he is too confident. "Are you sure?" I stir in my cup, showing my insecurity and nervousness. "Yes, one hundred percent!" a reassuring smile appears on his face.

I had waited in the interrogation room for almost an hour after I signed the document. Christopher went with Agent Wilson to get the document signed by Jake. My nerves did not calm down as time went on. And now that we're outside waiting for Jake to come out, my nerves are only getting worse. I see the door of the building open and Jake steps out. Well steps, he stumbles a little. As soon as he comes closer I see that his eye is battered. "What the - " I let out angrily from my mouth. But before I can do or say anything more, Jake stops me "Don't, please.".

@eclecticpatrolroadlawyer it's your turn now!

[subliminalbointext]

One Shot #6: The Starlet and the Shape

“Ten years,” The Shape had said. “Ten years and then I will come to collect.”

Ten years seemed like a long time for the twenty-two year old Starlet. Back then she was just a struggling actress making rent playing bit roles on daytime TV. A few more months would have driven the starlet home like so many young women before her. But she was desperate, and that was when The Shape paid her its first visit.

Ten years later and the Starlet was the center of the universe. At least she felt she was. She was the focus of tabloids, the subject of hashtags, and IMDb’s number one actress four years running. Her yearly benefit, for whatever cause she could hardly remember, was the venue of the season. She had the final say on the guest list, and with the Brad Pitts and George Clooneys of the world all vying to attend, that made the Starlet one of the most powerful women in Los Angeles County. When she stood in the center of the crowd and flashed her white smile, everyone turned around to see.

It wasn’t just one deal that the Starlet struck with The Shape, but several. She started out small, offering a piece of her soul for a single role. “Just one role,” she begged. “Just one to get me started.”

But Anne Hathaway’s plucky best friend wasn’t enough for her. She wanted something bigger. Her own franchise. With every new deal, the terms of their agreement shortened. First it was seventy years, then it was sixty.

A blockbuster movie deal, a Hollywood mansion next to Ashton and Mila’s, and her own charity followed. Soon the Starlet found herself on her knees before The Shape begging, “I want it all. I need it all.”

“Ten years. Ten years and I will come to collect.”

Ten years passed quickly as The Shape lingered on the back of the Starlet’s mind. But when it didn’t come to collect she wondered if she’d imagined the whole thing. If the darkness that had crept into her one-room apartment that night and offered her everything she wanted hadn’t been some bizarre dream. In Hollywood they talked a lot about the power of positive thinking, and she wondered if The Shape was her way of visualizing everything that she wanted.

As she stood before the crowd of adoring guests, she prepared for her speech. “Ten years ago,” she said, raising a glass of champagne for the occasion. “I was just another waitress from the Midwest waiting for a producer to spot her.” She paused to allow the room of celebrities to offer their rehearsed chuckles. As they did so on queue, a chill creeped down the Starlet’s spine. She forced a smile and continued, “But I never…” She felt a breeze in the room, one that brought a kind of darkness. The darkness spread around her, it seemed to float between her guests, making their eyes glow, almost enviously. “Never,” she continued. “Never imagined I would be standing before all of you, my colleagues, my contemporaries…” The champagne was freezing in her hand. “Raising so much, giving back, to the homeless.” She tipped the glass and added, “Thank you.” Before rushing away with a gasp.

Her guests were left bewildered by the Starlet’s abbreviated message, but they gave her a polite applause as she stepped away.

The Starlet’s maid pulled her from the crowd and asked, “Are you alright, ma'am?” “Of course, Gloria,” the Starlet replied through deep breaths. “I’ve just had a bit too much to drink I guess.” The maid wore her doubt on her face, but she stuck to business. “You have a phone call in the study. It sounded urgent.”

The Starlet’s shoulders slumped. She knew she was running out of time. “Okay,” she said with a deep breath. “I’ll take it.”

The study was down the hall from the ballroom. She was happy to hear that her guests hadn’t let her disappointing speech ruin the evening. She wondered if The Shape would take her here with all of these witnesses. She imagined a world where she threw non-stop parties just to avoid her fate. She crept into the study and eyed the receiver, sitting just off to the side of the phone. Slowly she picked it up and held it to her ear. She said, “Hello?”

“Ten years,” The Shape said on the other line. “I am here to collect.”

The wind picked up around her, blowing pages from her desk.

“No!” she cried. “I need more time!”

“I have given you enough.” The shape said, this time the voice floating on the air. “It is time you gave me something.”

The Starlet fell to her knees as the phone hit the floor. She could still hear their voices down the hall. Her people. She opened her mouth to scream, but no one came for her. No one cared.

She could feel it creeping inside of her now, some kind of darkness taking hold of her soul. She dug her nails into the carpet, trying desperately to keep hold of herself.

The Shape spoke to her again, but this time the words came from her own mouth, poisoning her mind with new Truths. “There has never been a You. You have always been an extension of Me.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she repeated the words. “There is no me! There is no me!”

The voice took over again, “You will surrender yourself as my vehicle in this world, you will serve me as my most loyal thrall.” “I will!” she replied. “I exist only to obey. I belong to you! My body, my mind, my soul!”

“Ma'am?” the maid said as the Starlet exited her office. “Are you okay, ma'am?”

The Starlet simply offer a dark smile, pressing her hand to the maid’s face. All recognition melted from the woman’s eyes as she collapsed to her knees in service, The Shape and The Starlet’s first soldier.

[artguymax]

max n frankie ep.1

INT - One Bed, One Bong, Two Buds - early evening

There’s giggling and the sound of a bong bubbling. Lofi beats play in the background. It’s chill inside, chilly outside, and the sun is going down. MAX n FRANKIE grind bud, pack bowls and rip bong while they chat. 

MAX

     (gooped n gagged)

K wait, seriously?

FRANKIE

Yup! It had never happened before, hasn't happened since but that day it fuckin’ happened and it changed me on a cellular level man. 

MAX

Okay I’m gonna need a minute to integrate this info into your file.

FRANKIE

My file? Not my permanent record! Now I’ll never get into a good school. This is gonna ruin me. 

MAX

You’re gonna need a good reference letter now pal. And it’s gonna have to be from like, Blue Ivy herself.

FRANKIE

Oh my god or Venus AND Serena Williams. Tell me more about this brain filing system of yours? I’m intrigued. 

MAX

Oh sure! Yah, I like to think of my brain storing information like my computer does and each person I know has their own file. Each file has a bunch of shit in it. There are basic facts like what job someone is working or where their hometown is, were they raised christian or nah? There’s the general vibes i feel when im with them like, “silly and a bit reckless” “giddy and spiritual”  “horny and confused” “completely myself”. Umm, oh! There are personal observations like “really passionate about blank, but doesnt have much family support”  “fabulous kisser, horrible fucking garbage breath” “is really sweet until disagreed with hashtag beware the beast”. Some of the files are buried deep cuz i don't open them so much, but some i keep right on my desktop for easy access. Your file is definitely on me desktop, and must definitely be updated.

FRANKIE stops whatever they may be doing and smiles @ MAX. They hold each other's gaze for as long as they’re both comfortable.

FRANKIE

What else is in my file besides hashtag beware the beast? 

MAX

That’s not in your file. Okay let me pull it up. 

(closes their eyes) 

Well it’s pretty smokey in here and the lighting is correct. Your file is a vibey hot box. I have your birth chart as a big poster up on the back of the door, and a great tapestry on the ceiling that’s a map of the neighby hood and the walking route from my house to yours is marked out in stars. There’s a huge couch made out of hundreds of books that’s deceptively comfortable. The floor in front of the couch is covered with a prickly rug of your fuzzy hair but it's not gross its cool and cute. In the middle of it all there's a big round glimmering coffee table that's the exact colour of your eyes. 

FRANKIE is blushing and suddenly doesn't know what to do with their hands. They’re both quiet for a while. It’s not necessarily awkward, they’re pretty high.

MAX

I also have a file for my dead name self. My she/her days if you will. I mean really more like my she/her years.

FRANKIE

May I ask, what’s in that file?

MAX

(MAX smiles, they like the way it feels to be spoken to politely)

You may ask, and I may tell you- I mean I will tell you. I want to tell you, so I will… tell you. Um, there’s… 

MAX looks around the room as if looking for this file. It seems to be one that's buried deeper. MAX closes their eyes and takes a deep breath. This description doesn’t come out as easily as the others.

MAX

(Continuing with eyes closed.)

There’s a long wooden shelf filled with oversized shiny trophies mounted on a wall covered with too many certificates. The edges of the space are lined with piles and piles of seventeen magazines. All the quizzes are filled out. There’s a giant hologram of my childhood family dog sleeping at the foot of my bed and then waking up and hurling on my duvet then eating it then going back to sleep that plays on repeat. I can kinda smell the yarf. The floor is made of faded wood but it’s not polished and every once and a while there’s a nail that’s sticking out so shoes are necessary. In the middle of it all there’s a burning hot spotlight shining on an impossibly long ‘To Do’ list that’s being crossed off and added to by a petite professional pressed purple elf with jingly jangling bracelets and clicky clacky acrylic nails, poppin’ their bubble gum and getting shit done. 

MAX keeps their eyes closed for a few moments after they’re finished speaking. FRANKIE smiles and rubs their hand on their chest showing us where this offering is felt. 

FRANKIE

Thank you for sharing that with me.

MAX

Thank you for asking. And for listening. You’re a really great listening- Listener! 

FRANKIE

Oh wow thank you for saying that. 

MAX

Do you not think that you’re a good listening? (this time on purpose) 

FRANKIE

According to Kirsten I’m laughably bad.

MAX

Are you fucked? 

FRANKIE

The last time I saw her she got all pissy because I wore my jean jacket on a rainy day.

MAX

She has no right to disrespect a ‘Berta Boy’s suit. Something about how people really be struggling to behave themselves in these streets.

FRANKIE

THANK YOU (laughing) I will keep wearing it in the rain just to spite her. 

MAX

You think you’ll see her again? 

FRANKIE

Ermmmm yeah probably. The next time I’m bored at 1 am hehehe 

MAX

And you wonder why she wants more from you.

FRANKIE

OK sure, but I never claimed to be a monogamous bean looking for love.

MAX

No, but most folks don’t expect a corny romantic to also be a...what does one call a non-binary slut?

FRANKIE

Great Q! Hmmmm. I need to be more high to coin a term. 

[thatblackravenclaw]

Dead...

Masterlist

part one

author note: okay, so I have bio work due, but I decided to do a part two instead. I really wasn't going to, but here we are. This will indeed be the last part.

Fez x reader

word count: 1.1k

TRIGGER WARNING: ATTEMPT AT ENDING THE SUBSCRIPTION CALLED LIFE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

warning(s): suicide attempt, angst, cursing, drug abuse, sadness, reader doesn't have the ability to take things seriously (hashtag relatable am I right?), a happy ending I promise, sort of rushed ending (sorry 💙)

-.-.-.-.-

I’m pretty sure this isn’t what death is supposed to be like. Isn’t there supposed to be a garden or some shit? Why is it pitch black? And beeping?

“I’m not sure if you can hear me. The doctor’s said that some coma patients can hear, so hopefully you can hear me. I just want to know why. Why did you take so many? Why didn’t you just talk to me? Why won’t you wake up?”

You’re shitting me. I’m in a coma? I can’t even unalive myself properly. It should’ve worked. I don’t understand. Wait, why is Fez here?

“Just please wake up.”

He says before I feel myself drift back off.

-.-.-.-.-

I woke up a few hours later to the harsh bright light. My body seems pretty stiff, so I try to look around as best as I can.

I’m in a hospital bed. The blinds are closed, but I can tell it’s dark outside, making the lights seem even brighter. There’s a balloon bouquet floating above me with my favorite colors. My grandmother is in a chair in the far corner asleep.

I take a deep breath and try to gather my thoughts when I feel a weight in my hand. I look over and see a hand in mine. I move my eyes up their arm and to the person’s face and realize it’s Ash. He’s asleep but the tear streaks are dried on his face. My heart clenches seeing him like this.

I muster up all of my energy and squeeze his hand. When he doesn’t move I try again, and he finally begins to stir. I see his eyes open, and he looks at me.

“y/n. oh my go- y/n.” He squeezes my hand back before he jumps up and goes outside the room door.

He comes back a minute later with Fez. Fez runs over towards me and holds my hand.

“Fuck, you’re okay. Thank God you’re okay. Do you need anything? Are you thirsty?”

He continued asking me a plethora of questions before I squeezed his hand. When he stopped talking I opened my mouth to talk, but all I was able to offer was a hoarse “Up”. I guess he understood what I meant because he put his arm beside me and helped me sit up.

I made a drinking motion with my hand, and I saw Ash hurry and give me a cup of water. After I slowly drank about half of the cup we sat in silence. I don’t really do the awkward silence thing, so I decided to speak.

“So… What happened?” I say trying to lighten the mood a bit. It doesn’t really work since Ash’s face contorts from worried to anger.

“You try to kill yourself and you want to know what happened?” I don’t get a chance to respond before he storms out. It’s probably best to let him cool off. Not like I can move far anyway.

“I’m sorry.” I hear Fez say.

“What are you sorry for? Last time I checked I’m the one who tried to end my life subscription.”

“Could you be serious for one fucking second y/n? Fuck, you almost died!” I hear the quiver in his voice and feel the clench in my heart again. “Why did you do it?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“No, it does, because one of the most important people in my life felt like they shouldn’t be here anymore, so yes the fuck it does matter.”

For the first time in a while I was speechless. He’s never talked to me like this before. I’m not sure what to tell him. I can’t tell him it’s because I was in love with him and realized since he had Lexi I felt like my services were no longer needed.

I don’t end up saying anything and he just sighs, and we go back to silence. I make the mistake of looking at him and see him trying to hold back tears. I decide to scoot over in the tiny bed and pat the spot next to me.

He carefully gets in and wraps his arm around me. I lay my head on him before I decide to answer his question.

“I didn’t feel needed. You and Ash seemed content with Lexi, Rue’s been getting clean, so I didn’t want to bring her into my depression, and my grandmother is never home. I felt like it was time for me to move on.”

He doesn’t respond straight away, but he does hold me tighter.

“I’m the one who found you. Ash got really worried and said that we should stop by your house. No one answered the door, so I ended up breaking the door. I told grandma I’d replace it as soon as I can. Ash and I yelled your name, but it was just silent.”

“ I went to your bedroom and saw your bed was unmade but still no you. I go to your bathroom and saw you on the floor. Your body was lifeless. I saw the empty bill bottle of Xanax and rushed to make you throw up.”

“Once you did, you were still out of it, so I took you to the car and Ash drove us to the hospital. You were in a coma for about 5 hours and now we’re here.”

I just started crying. I was spluttering apologies and crying hysterically. I don’t know what I thought was gonna happen when I took the pills, but I never though Ash and Fez would be the ones to find me.

“You don’t have to say anything right now, but I just want to let you know that you are loved. I’m so sorry for not being here these past few weeks for you. I should’ve noticed that it had gotten bad again. I was so caught up with Lexi. I was giving her advice on her play, and she was giving me advice on you.”

“Advice on me?”

“I was going to ask you out. Guess I’ll have to do it later.”

“No, no, you can do it now.”

He laughs a bit and then asked me if we could go on a date when I got better. Of course I said yes.

-.-.-.-.-

Ash didn’t forgive me quickly. Not by a long shot. It took hours of begging and apologizing before he forgave me. I decided to give him 24 hours of my undivided attention which he quickly regretted because he remembered how annoying I am. He loves me though. Apparently, so does Fez, and not in just a friend way.

taglist: @storytellingwitht @harlowslefttoe @xaestheticalien

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[marvelous-harry]

For brother H verse maybe something with OC (if you decided to do that) joining him on tour? Maybe her being overwhelmed in crowds or getting papped? Or just their everyday routines. Honestly anything you write will be good haha😂

Reunited at Last Older brother Harry - Mute!Fem!Reader Words: 1.8K Summary: After almost a year apart, you can finally travel to see your brother again as covid restrictions ease up.

#words typed in between hashtag signs means it's signs/ in makaton or her text to talk app#

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"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry I can't come with you but with this flu, I won't be allowed," mum said as she looked at me through the phone. I gave her a little smile. "You sure you'll be okay going alone? You can wait till I'm all better, it's not too late to back out"

I gave her a little smile. #I'm okay. You rest. Have my cards and phone# I signed to her before looking around at the notification that popped up on my phone. #taxi here mum. I go#

"Oh, okay. Text me the whole time and especially when you get there. And say hi to Harry for me and give him a big hug. I love you," mum gave me a wave and blew me a kiss.

I just nodded as my nose wrinkled and gave her a little wave back before hanging up. Nervously rubbing my palms against my jeans, I stood up and gathered my iPad and phone. Stashing my iPad into my carry-on, I put on my coat and masks as I walked out the door as I pulled up my text-to-talk app.

"Hiya, love. Pick up for Heathrow?" the driver asked as he came over to help me with my bags.

#Yes, thank you# I quickly typed before hitting play. Once the bags were in the car, I took a seat in the back and put my seat belt on. My leg was bouncing a little as we pulled out of the driveway and I saw my safe little bubble of a world disappear from view.

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After making it through security, I headed straight for the bathrooms and walked into a stall, quickly locking it behind me. That was only the first security point and I was already close to a panic attack. I had travelled alone before but that was before covid and fuck, everything was so strict now and there were so many questions.

Pulling out my phone, I shot a short video of my handshaking and a short video of me looking at the camera. I was planning a 'travelling with SM' video for my tiktok page so hopefully, it would all come out okay.

Looking at the time, l closed my eyes and took a deep breath before getting back up and walking out, clutching my bag tightly. I made my way to my gate and took a seat already dreading the layover in San Fransisco and more security points.

Putting in my earbuds, I connected to the wifi and started scrolling on youtube for a video to watch when Gemma's face popped up. Accepting her facetime call, I gave her a wave.

"Hiya! You made it to the airport?" she asked before sipping her tea.

I nodded and flipped the camera to show her I was at my gate waiting. #Mum ask you to call?# I asked after flipping the camera back at me.

Gemma laughed and nodded. "Oh yeah. She's texted me a hundred times wanting to know if I've heard from you," she grinned.

#You come with mum later? Want you to come# I signed as I looked at her. #Please#

"If I can get the time off work and get all the paperwork done in time, I will be flying out with her but I still haven't heard anything back yet so," Gemma shrugged.

#More fun with all# I signed before leaning to the side slightly and holding up a finger to my mouth as I listened to the conversation behind me.

"I'm telling you, that's Gemma that girl is talking to! Do you think it's y/n? She's using sign language, isn't she like deaf or something?" some girl behind me was saying.

#fans. recognize you. think I'm deaf# I signed as I rolled my eyes.

Gemma chuckled and sipped her tea. "Probably going to see Harry as well. They saying anything rude?" she asked and leaned closer to the camera.

I shook my head. #No. They nice# I signed back. Sitting up as a guy walked behind the desk and pressed the speaker button, I looked at him eagerly. Smiling as he announced they were just about ready for boarding, I looked back at Gemma.

#Tell mum I'm okay. Text at the next stop. I love you,# I signed one-handed and gave her a wave.

"Love you too, take care! Don't order anything with fish in it!" Gemma said as she waved back before we hung up.

Standing up as they announced the boarding for first-class ticket holders, I walked over to the gate and showed them my boarding pass but not before giving a little wave to the girls who were freaking out it was in fact me they'd spotted.

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Hot. It was so hot. Why was it so hot it's the middle of November. Groaning as I stepped out of the taxi and squinted at the California sun, I waved the driver bye as I grabbed my suitcases and started rolling them inside.

Stepping aside, I grabbed my wallet, the printed out email and got my text to talk app ready before I walked over to the reception. Handing over the reservation and my ID, I gave them a little wave.

I could see her eyes widen just a smidge at the last name.

"Welcome to the Kimpton Sawyer Hotel, Miss. Styles, you're booked in for a premier room with 1 king bed, is that right?" the lovely lady behind the desk asked.

I nodded and smiled before remembering she couldn't see it cause of my mask.

"It looks like this booking is for two rooms and two people, will the other guest be joining us soon?" she asked while typing on her computer.

#She got sick last minute so she won't be needing the room,# I wrote on my app before clicking play.

"Okay, there will be a little fee for not cancelling the room. Will you be paying it now or shall I charge it to the card on file?"

#Card on file, please# I typed, not even wanting to think about how much this fee would cost. Probably more than I had in my bank account.

"Wonderful. Here is your room key. It's on the ninth floor, room 23. Would you like assistance with your luggage?" the lady asked as she handed over the room key.

I shook my head and signed thank you at her before grabbing my things and shoving them into my bag. Grabbing my suitcases I headed over the lift. I was so ready to take a shower and change into something else.

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Walking into the hotel room I looked around stunned. It was huge! Pulling my suitcases inside, I let the door shut before I took off my mask and threw it away. Hurrying over to the windows, I gasped as I saw there was a balcony. Stepping outside, I grabbed my phone and took a selfie with the amazing view in the background.

"I'm here!" I typed in along with the picture before sending it off to our family group chat.

"I'm about two hours away. See you soon!" Harry replied almost immediately.

"Can't wait!!" I texted back before walking back inside. Locking the balcony door and the hotel room door, I headed for the bathroom. Squealing as I stepped inside and saw the size of it, I grabbed the big towel and put it by the shower. There was also a massive bath that I would have to try out later.

Grabbing my toiletries from my bag, I started the shower and got undressed. Ready to wash away the airport, germs and the anxiety from the day away.

-

It was around 9pm when there was a knock on the door. "Open up, it's me!" Harry called out from behind the door.

Jumping off the bed, I raced over, took off the security chain before unlocking the door and opening it. Grinning as I saw him, I threw my hands around him. "H-Harry!" I squealed quietly.

Harry grinned as he hugged me just as tightly back. "You're finally here. Missed you so much!" he said as he pulled me inside so he could close the door.

"Swear you've gotten taller since the last time I saw you," Harry joked as he pinched my cheek.

Chuckling, I shook my head. Taking his hand I dragged him over the sofa and made him sit down. "P-p-p," I started before just giving up and signing at him instead. #Presents# I grinned and hurried over to my suitcase where I knew everything was packed.

"What do you mean presents? It's not my birthday," Harry said as he looked at me curiously.

"Mum," I told him quietly as I grabbed the tote bag everything was packed in and walked back over to him.

"Of course," he chuckled. "Let's see what I got then," he mused as he opened the bag.

#mum said you look smelly# I signed at him while giggling as he pulled out a bundle of socks.

"What?!" Harry said in disbelief before throwing the socks at me. "'I don't look smelly!" he defended himself, ducking as I threw the socks back. "Good socks though, need new ones. Keep losing them," he said as he pulled out a bag of his favourite coffee from back home, a hoodie and a t-shirt.

Laughing as he pulled out the last thing, I clapped my hands. #from me and G but I got hungry# I signed as Harry looked at me while holding the empty Haribo pack. Well almost empty.

"There are only green ones left!" he said as he looked through them.

#You have. Green gross# I signed and shuddered, pushing the bag closer to him. #Welcome#

"Wow. Your kindness is overwhelming," Harry said dryly as he put the Haribo bag back into the tote along with everything else.

#I know# I signed and smiled innocently.

"Did you eat?" he asked as he put the bag down and looked around.

"On plane," I whispered. "S-sandwich,"

"We should order something then, I'm starving," Harry said as he got up and grabbed the menu by the phone before coming right back.

Biting my lip as I looked at all the things, I pointed at the mozzarella sticks.

"I was thinking more like a full dinner," Harry said and poked me in the side.

Pointing at the mozzarella sticks again, I also pointed to the fries.

"You can have both of those but choose a proper meal too or I'll choose for you. I'm thinking of having the impossible burger with fries," Harry told me.

Chewing on my lip, I sighed and pointed at the orange chicken. "Bossy," I muttered and stuck my tongue out at him.

Harry tried to grab it as he chuckled. "It's called being the best brother ever actually," he corrected me and stood up to go make the order.

Rolling my eyes again, I listened as he sweet-talked the kitchen into cooking us everything even though they had closed the kitchen a few minutes ago.

Leaning back against the sofa, I smiled as I watched him. He was the best brother ever. Not that I'd tell him that of course.

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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Heart by Heart | Chapter X | Raul Mendes

                                               *secret agent AU*

Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.

Hi, this chapter is finally here, it's a bit shorter, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting for that long anymore and on the cliffhanger, and this was also important for the story development. Anyway, this is the tenth chapter of this series, you can find the first ones here. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading! 

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*Word Count: 2K+

*Warnings: cursing, violence towards the reader, blood, kidnapping, hostage situation, angst.

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*Posted: September 16th, 2021.

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Raul was a mess as soon as he was able to get into an empty room. 

He allowed himself to finally let the severity of the situation hit him. He had no idea where Y/N and Tom were, if they were alright or what could Geonoff could possibly win with this. He certainly would’ve tried blackmailing them to get something in return of the two agents he had in his hands. 

He’s been pacing back and forth in the tiny room as he tried to remain calm enough to keep his rationality so he could still be helpful. Raul just wanted to punch his way into that base and get the kid and his girl back, but he knew that was completely stupid, even for him. He could practically see the frown on Y/N’s face if she ever heard his brilliant idea, and the vision alone was almost enough to bring him to tears. Instead he shook his head, knowing that letting his feelings take control would only be a waste of time in this situation, and that’s something he learned a long time ago when he first started working with his best friend. 

She was a really rational, and maybe even a bit cold on the field. Always with a sharp remark on the tip of her tongue and a thousand of extra plans in case something failed, she could easily slip into the role of the Professor in Money Heist. Constantly analyzing and thinking. And while she was clearly the brain of their duo, Raul was clearly the heart, not thinking twice before jumping head first to save someone or get and intel. And that’s why they worked so well, he pushed her to be more spontaneous while she kept him in his place (and alive) most of the time. 

He needed her more than ever right now. 

The sound of hushed whispers and two pairs of shoes approaching him, made Raul sharply move in the direction of the door, still on edge, and waiting for it to reveal his visitors. As soon as the handle turned, he was met with his triplet and Celine wearing the same saddened and worried expressions. He might’ve come down to help with the investigation as fast as he learned about his best friend. 

Peter sighed taking in the sight of his brother. Raul looked like a lost puppy in distress, eyes on his face but his mind was clearly somewhere else, shoulders sagged and curls a mess from the constant nervous tugging habit he had. One look was enough for him to know he was carrying all the guilt and having no clue how to fix it. It’s the same look he gave his younger self when he accidentally broke his brand knew camera. 

“We’re going to find them” was the first thing he said and Raul nodded, looking unconvinced “It’s not your fault” he then added and at that, his gaze finally seemed to snap into place as he stared his brother dead in the eye. 

“Whose fault is it then?” his voice sounded a lot smaller and less threatening than he pictured. 

“Geonoff’s” Celine mumbled “but not yours, you did what was best, what was right”

Raul shook his head in response, mumbling a quiet ‘yeah, right’ under his breath, but Celine was quick to take three steps closing the distance between them and placing both hands on his shoulders. 

“Cut this shit right now” she snapped, catching both him and Peter by surprise “you and I both know I’m not your biggest fan and never truly got what everyone else saw in you, but this past months changed my perspective of things and you’re actually a decent person, a great friend and an amazing agent, and you did the right thing” she said squeezing his shoulder for great measure “and you and I both know Y/N would’ve wanted you to do the same thing, she’d be proud of you”

Raul nodded slowly and Celine let him go at that, as he was still processing her words. Peter finally reached his brother, placing his hand on his shoulder as he turned to face him “I know you’re going through a lot right now, but we need you to help us find her, we need you to hold on a bit and try to think of the places they could possibly take her, everything you heard  or saw on the past month is useful”

He nodded again “yeah, okay, I can do that”

“Good, come with me then” Peter said patting his brother’s back “she’ll come back to us, you and I know her enough to know she’s probably making their life a living hell”

Raul snorted a little laugh, that didn’t quite reach his eyes and nodded along, as they dragged him back into the main room. He needed to do what Y/N would in his place, shut his feelings off and analyze every every they took.

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Y/N starts slowing coming back into her senses, feeling her muscles burning, her arms stiff and head hurting, the dark place she was situated doing little to help her regain her memories. She tried looking around to see if she could find something useful to recognize the place, only noticing a slim frame still unconscious close to her. The person had its back to her, but from their clothes and body type, she was able to recognize them as Tommy.

Tommy who was still breathing and almost at arms reach.

That was a good sign, or as good as it could be in this situation. But he was there, breathing and no signs of big blood loss around them, so no external wounds that needed to be taken care of urgently. She tried to reach for him, but the heavy chains attaching her wrists to the cobblestone floor kept her in place.

She tried locating their belongings, or anything that could help them get out of there, but it was all missing. Raul was also nowhere in sight, which probably meant he wasn’t there and probably the info was delivered safely. At least that’s what she hopped with no signs of him around them. 

There? Where the hell was there?

That’s when it finally clicked to her, she had no idea where they were or how long was she out. They could be across the ocean as far as she was concerned. She had to get them out of there. But before she could start planning their way out with absolutely nothing and Tommy still out, she heard the grating of the old and rusty hinges coming from the only way in and out of that room, a heavy iron door. 

Coming from the source of noise that snatched her attention was the man responsible for all of this. Geonoff Reyes himself. Wearing a button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled back, and a pair of dress pants, and a smug look on his face. He took lazy long strides getting close to her, crouching down in front of her. 

Geonoff smirked at her “You know, it’s pretty hard to fool me and you almost got away with it, if it weren’t for your stupid boss you’d be home by now”

Y/N just blinked at him, a completely neutral facial expression on as she stared up at him, making him tsk.

“By the way, how is your little boyfriend? Does he know this relationship is just an act or you manipulate him as well?” he asked and she didn’t even flinch at his statement, noticing that her silence was doing more at getting him upset than clapping back “it must be sad, being such a pathetic agent and letting his little girl and friend get caught as he fled, and in the end discovering this was one sided”

Her gaze shifted quickly to Tommy and then back to Geonoff’s face, that was too close to hers for her taste “don’t worry, he’ll live for now, need him to get you to cooperate” and Y/N felt a little lighter knowing that, taking all the self control she had to not let that show on her face “you know they’ll never find you, right? Thought about sending a little photo as a gift for them, but might do it whenever we move to our next location, better lighting and stuff”

“What do you want?” her voice was hoarse, but she was able to keep her tone steady enough to not seem frightened.

“Oh, sugar, missed that sweet voice of yours, it matches your pretty face, just wish I could see that beautiful smile again, but we’ll get to that” he said patting her cheek with his long fingers, making her insides turn in disgust and she had to swallow the sudden wave of nausea down “I want something simple, just know all the info you’ve been feeding your precious little team for the past weeks, you’re smart enough knowing I wouldn’t mind hurting you to get what I want”

Y/N only stared back at him watching his brow twitch in annoyance “don’t want to hurt your pretty face, so cooperate with me and I might even let you go safely”

But her silent response seemed to be enough for him to loose it, because he took a deep breath before slapping his hand across her face for the first time. The pure shock of the action almost made her react, but she held her face up as she kept staring at him, her face burning but she wouldn’t give him the little taste of a small victory at breaking her neutral mask of indifference. 

“This could be so easy” he mumbled slapping the other side a little harder “you didn’t have to do this, you could be free by now” the third one was stronger than she was expecting, making her face turn with the pure force of it, the loud sound coming from the aggression echoing on the empty room and down the large corridor, the echo making her realize there wasn’t much down where they were, mostly just blank empty walls without doors to divide the sound. 

“What is it? Anything you’d like to say?” he asked grabbing her chin and yanking her face to look up at him, but her mouth remained closed “well, your choice”

After a few consecutive hits, one being so strong making her face collide with the wall when it turned, and she felt the sticky liquid running down her face. Her skin probably breaking with the brisk contact with the stone wall, cutting her cheek in the process. The seemed to please him, since he let out a loud boisterous laugh, making her lean her head so he could see it better mumbling a quiet “vicious bitch” under his breath “stop fighting back” before going back to it. 

After a couple more minutes, her right cheek numb already, Geonoff said grabbing her face roughly in his hands, forcing her to look up at him “Come on, sugar, you’re really stressing me out here”

“I’m truly sorry you had to kidnap and keep two agents hostage to try and prove you’re better than your sister” she said blinking at him monotonously and that seemed to hit a nerve, because Geonoff squeezed her face harder in his palms before pushing her head against the wall. 

Y/N felt her limbs giving out as her vision got blurry, her vision going dark before she felt her body leaning to her side and hitting the floor with a dull thud. The sound of shoes hitting against the rocks and the door being shut closed again a sign that the man lost his patience and left them behind. She tried fighting the numbness getting ahold of her body, but ended up succumbing at the end. 

The sounds of waves breaking somewhere near them and the constant throbbing of her head dragging her back into unconsciousness. 

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VALERIE - Part IV. (Harry Styles)

hello loves!! thank you so much for the feedbacks on the previous part, i love to see your thoughts at reactions so please keep them coming for the upcoming parts as well! i was informed that the posts weren’t showing up under the hashtags bc i had an extrernal link to the spotify playlist, so that won’t be available in the next parts, but you’ll always be able to find it in the masterpost if you’d like to give it a listen! those were the songs i listened to while writing the story! now, i dont want to keep you up any longer, here is part 4, one of my personal favs, and im excitedly waiting for your feedbacks on the post! have a wonderful reading!

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Valerie is curiously watching her dad work on the portable bed they’ve brought over for the night, her little hands clutching onto Rosa’s shirt as she is telling you all about the list she has made for you. It’s not a long one, but you try to focus on every word she says, making sure you won’t mess anything up.

“I put an X behind the important ones,” she explains pointing at the paper and you nod, eyes roaming down on the few X’s on the list. “The other ones are just suggestions, things I thought you should know.

“Got it,” you nod again, biting into your bottom lip. Bath time, feeding, sleep time, everything is covered in the list and you’re happy she even mentioned the smallest details. Some things might be natural for her as she’s been doing it for months, but it’s your first time completely alone with a baby. You surely don’t want to mess this up, especially because you want her to trust you and let you look after Valerie more often. They deserve a break now and then.

Steven finishes the bed and backs out a few stuffed animals along with two blankets into it, making it look cozy and familiar for Val.

“But most importantly,” Rosa starts and you look her in the eyes. “Call us anytime if you need help or want us to take her home, and I mean it.”

“Not gonna happen,” you shake your head, earning a sigh from your sister.

“Y/N, I’m serious. We are thankful for the help, but it’s not your duty, alright? Just call us anytime, really.”

Nodding your head you flash a smile at her, knowing well nothing on Earth is gonna make you call them tonight. Okay, maybe there are some cases when you would call, but those are quite unlikely to happen.

She hands Valerie over who curiously eyes you before grabbing a handful of your shirt and making herself busy with the fabric.

“It’s gonna be fine. Have a great night, you deserve it,” you smile at them. Steven straightens up and curls an arm around Rosa’s waist as they watch Val in awe, clearly a little worried they are gonna spend an entire night without her, but you can tell they also can’t wait for some alone time.

“Alright, we should get going,” Rosa sighs and stepping closer she kisses Valerie’s head and then your cheek as well. “Have fun with your aunty! We’ll be back for you in the morning, Sweetie.”

She runs her hand over her little head and Valerie smiles at her happily, completely oblivious to what’s really happening. The joys of being just a baby!

Steven says goodbye to her as well and you all head to the door. 

“So, we’ll be here around eight, she is usually up by six. Do you want us to pick her up sooner?” Rosa asks standing at the front door.

“Sooner? I was about to tell you to sleep a little longer, you don’t have to come so early.”

“But we don’t want to take away your whole day, you need to rest too,” Steven explains, worry all over his face.

“Stop worrying about me, I’ll be fine. Just enjoy your night off! Come on, I’m throwing you guys out, time for the sleepover to start,” you tell them, shushing them out the door. 

It takes some time to finally get them to leave, but they eventually do. Then it’s just the two of you, alone for the first time.

“Ready for your first sleepover, Val?” you ask her, standing in the hallway of your apartment. She just stares back at you, saliva drooling from her mouth but even that looks cute on her. “Alright, let’s do this.”

You braced yourself for the worst. Thought about all the possibilities how the evening would go, but you hoped they wouldn't become reality. Unfortunately, baby Valerie had different plans for the two of you.

The first hour goes by fine. You feed her, have a little play time, reading her favorite book to her, but slowly, you notice her losing interest in anything and everything. Soon enough, you see her face distort into a grimace and a few moments later she starts crying and it’s straight downhill from there. 

Nothing can get her to stop. No food, no toy, absolutely nothing. You clown around, trying everything that pops into your mind that would calm her down, but it doesn’t seem like she is about to stop anytime soon. 

You start to panic. Rosa told you how fussy she is because of her teeth coming, but you didn’t think it would be this bad. When she’s been crying for an entire hour straight, for a split second, you think about calling Rosa. 

“No, not gonna do that,” you say, while Val is still screaming in your arms. “Valerie, what do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you, I promise! Just please stop crying!” you whine desperately, but, no surprise, no answer comes from the screaming babe in your arms, just more tears, puffy eyes and red cheeks from all the crying she’s been doing.

Trying to rock her into calmness you are moving around in the apartment when you hear your phone ringing. You instantly think it’s gonna be Rosa, wanting to check in on you, but how are you gonna answer the call when Valeries is screaming from the top of her lungs? She’ll come to pick her up straight away, no doubt about that.

Rushing into the kitchen you are relieved to see that it’s just Harry calling you.

“It’s not the best of times, Styles,” you sigh as you answer the call and put him on the speaker, leaving the phone on the countertop, so you have both your hands free for Valerie.

“Hey, I was just-- what the fuck is happening?” he asks hearing the deadly cries of Val through the line. “Is that Valerie?”

“It is! I’m looking after her so Rosa and Steven can celebrate their anniversary, but she just wouldn’t stop crying! I don’t know what to do!” 

You’re absolutely desperate. It’s so bad you can feel your throat closing up, nearing the edge of your patience, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks, but you tell yourself only one of you can cry at a time and Val has taken that spot quite some time ago, not even giving you a moment to let loose.

“Text me your address, I’m leaving now,” he orders and you snap your head towards the phone.

“What? No, Harry--”

“Just text me the damn address, Y/N!” he barks and the line cuts off right away. 

Your desperation pairs with shock now, not knowing what to think about this short, but quite eventful conversation you just had with him. It takes you a few moments to collect your thoughts, but you end up sending him your address. 

Nothing changes in the twenty minutes while you are waiting to hear anything from Harry following your text to him. Valerie keeps crying with three seconds of pauses when she takes a few deep breaths only to start screaming once again. Aside from the headache she is causing you, it’s becoming pretty impressive how long she’s been doing it. You probably would have fainted by now, but it seems like Valerie is running on an endless battery.

“You are really making it hard for me to be a cool aunt, Val,” you mumble, the baby still in your arms as the tears keep rolling down her face. Your light grey shirt is now soaking wet, both from her tears and your sweat from the anxiety she is giving you, mixed with some other things you choose to ignore where they came from.

The doorbell makes you jump, but Valerie doesn’t even bat an eye at the sound, she just keeps going.

“You need to teach me how to have this much energy,” you mumble under your breath as you walk over to the door. 

Opening it you find yourself staring up at Harry who is wearing a brown coat, dark jeans and a black hoodie. If you had to guess what he was doing on this weekend evening you would have said he was out with friends somewhere, picking up girls, but he surely doesn’t look like he was anywhere else than his home, the clothes are hanging messily on his frame, like he just threw them on in a rush.

His green eyes look straight at you at first before moving over to the crying child in your arms. You fully expect him to say something along the lines of “this is the kind of effect you have on others” comment, but it seems like he notices the fear and despair in your eyes and he keeps his mouth shut.

“I honestly have no idea what to do,” you choke out and the tears start flowing from your eyes as well, making Harry have to deal with now two crying human beings.

“Oh my, please don’t cry, I can’t take two crying women at once,” Harry begs as he steps inside and shuts the door behind him. Turning to face you he reaches for Valerie, you hand her over to him, hoping she would magically stop the crying, but she clearly couldn’t care less.

“Why, can you take one?” you ask with a bitter chuckle as you wipe your cheeks.

“Not really,” he admits, making you smile. “So what have you tried?” he asks as he starts swaying and rocking Valerie in hopes of getting her to stop, but not even Harry’s charm stands a chance with her right now. Deep down you’re happy you weren’t the reason she got so fussy and upset, would have been pretty awkward if she stopped the moment Harry took her into his arms. 

“Literally everything,” you huff, shoulders falling forward. “I went over the list Rosa gave me, tried everything, but she wouldn’t stop. She’s teething, but this is… It seems like there might be something else maybe?” you tell him worried that something serious might be behind her behavior. You really don’t want to call and bother Rosa, but you are nearing the point where you’ll give up and ask for help.

“Maybe she needs to be changed?” Harry suggests holding her up, giving her butt a sniff, but you roll your eyes at him.

“You don’t think that was one of the first things I did? She is as clean as she could be. Maybe I should just call Rosa,” you sigh in defeat reaching for your phone but Harry snaps at you.

“No! Don’t, we can figure this out. Steven has been so excited to have a night off, we can’t ruin this for them. Come on, we have to have the slightest parenting skills and solve this without them.”

Nodding you agree with him, but you’ve completely run out of ideas.

“So what do you suggest?”

You can see the gears turning in Harry’s head as he is trying to come up with a plan, but it’s not like either of you have any experience with babies. The idea of calling Rosa is starting to burn in the back of your head, fear of failing this challenge taking over your thoughts.

Then Harry looks at you with a look that screams that he has an idea. You’re just about to ask what came into his mind when all of a sudden he starts to sing.

“Well, sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water, and I think of all the things what you’re doing and in my head I paint a picture…”

You instantly recognize Amy Whinehouse’s iconic song, the one that’s also behind Valerie’s name, you know that for sure. Rosa was obsessed with the song growing up, she would sing it on the way to school, in the shower or while making dinner. You weren’t surprised she chose this name for her first daughter.

What surprises you that Harry sings like a literal angel. He hits the notes perfectly, nailing the lines like not many can and you listen to him with parted lips, eyebrows raised. This was the last thing you expected from him, but then again, it’s not the first time Harry has surprised you through the years of knowing him.

Valerie stops for a moment, her hiccups shaking through her body as her tear-filled eyes look up to Harry, and you both think this is gonna be the moment when she finally calms down, but he doesn’t even reach the chorus before she starts crying again, a defeated sigh erupting from him.

“Maybe she wants it instrumental,” you suggest and Harry gives you one of those ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ looks as you leave to run down the hallway, right into your bedroom.

“How am I supposed to make it instru-- what the hell, Y/N?!” He gives you a weirded out look when you return with a guitar in your hands. “Since when do you play the guitar?” 

“Since like… eighth grade,” you tell him as you sit on the couch and holding the guitar on your lap you try to find the right accords. “I told you, you know nothing about me.”

Harry nods with a surprised but amazed look on his face as your fingers strum against the chords. It takes a few minutes but you figure it out and glancing up you give a questioning look to Harry.

“From the start?” you ask and he nods his head, continuously bouncing up and down to try to calm Val down.

You start playing the song and soon enough Harry joins you with the singing, the two of you perfectly nailing it even without any practice.

“Stop makin’ a fool out of me, why don’t you come on over, Valerie?”

Maybe it’s the guitar, maybe it’s the singing or maybe the fact that the song has her name in it, but by the time you reach the halfway point in the song Valerie’s crying slowly starts to fade. You instantly share a look with Harry, but don’t stop, fearing that she might start again if the music stops. 

Her tear soaked cheeks smooth out as she is not screaming anymore and you can actually see her irises finally, her long lashes are sticking together from the salty tears and you know it’s gonna take some time for her to regain her normal state, but at least the crying has stopped. 

“‘Cause since I’ve come on home, well, my body’s been a mess. And I’ve missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress…”

You tear your eyes off Valerie for a second, letting yourself wander over Harry’s features as he sings. He slightly furrows his eyebrows focusing on the lines, so his forehead has a few creases on it. His lips form the words so clearly and elegantly, you wonder how often he sings. Is it something he only does when he is on his own or he likes to perform as well? 

The only time when you heard him sing was at the bar when the two of you slayed the karaoke machine with that Avril Lavigne song. You were smashed by then, you remember that he had a nice voice but it was the last thing you paid attention to. Besides, he was kind of equally drunk as you, it was all for just fun, but now is a completely different situation. 

It’s no surprise Valerie finds his voice soothing, you’d probably stop whatever you were doing if you heard him sing. There are people with a good voice and then there are the ones that not just have a good voice but also that small something, that extra magic in them that makes you melt as their voice caress your ears. Harry is definitely the second case, for a moment you forget where you are or why he is there singing. It’s just his voice and the gentle strumming of your fingers on the chords. 

At the end of the song he starts repeating Valerie as the song slowly fades into nothing and you both stare at the little girl in his arms, clearly afraid she might start crying again. Unfortunately, your reservations become valid when you see the corners of her mouth curls down and you and Harry share a shocked look immediately.

“What else can you play?” he urges as Val whimpers in his arms, letting you know she does not appreciate that the singing has stopped. 

“Shit, shit! Um, something from ABBA?” you propose and Harry nods quickly, not even asking which song you know, so you take it as a sign that he probably knows all of them.

The first song that comes to your mind is Andante, Andante and you don’t hesitate to start playing again, just in time. Valerie was just about to start crying again, but as soon as the melody hit her little ears she calmed down and listened to it with tired looking eyes.

“Take it easy with me, please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze…” Harry sings the words and you can’t hold a smile back as he, once again, hits the notes just perfectly without missing a beat.

You’re convinced there’s not one person on Earth who has never heard a single Abba song, most of the population knows them by heart, but somehow you couldn’t really imagine Harry to be a person who knows the lyrics to the songs as well. But he does and sings it without messing it up even just once. It’s hard to imagine a younger version of Harry singing ABBA songs when they come on the radio, but the more you think about it the more the picture paints itself in your mind.

Valerie lays her head to Harry’s chest, stuffing her thumb into her mouth as she listens to the performance. She is probably enjoying the vibrance of his voice shaking through his chest and maybe this is what brings her the peace she’s been looking for all this time. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of them.

Harry glances at you, eyes so soft you melt under his gaze. However nerve wrecking it was to have Valerie scream for hours, she is still the cutest little thing ever as she rests her head on his chest, her long blinks giving it away she has definitely lost most of her energy. 

You don’t dare to stop the singing and playing. When you near the end of a song you quickly think of something else and whisper it over to Harry, who then gives his feedback on it with either a nod or a shake of his head. Most of the time he knows the songs you suggest so the show continues without a stop. 

Half an hour passes by when you see her eyes slowly closing. You still don’t stop though, only when Harry tries to listen to her breathing and he realizes that it was completely slowed down. She is out.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out quietly, your fingers feeling numb from the playing. You haven’t had a guitar in your hands for this long in a while, probably for years. Harry shares your relief, his throat has completely dried out and he is happy to finally breathe evenly, not just sneak a few breaths in between lines. 

“And now what?” he mouths as he is still gently swaying around with the sleeping Valerie in his arms. You put the guitar aside and check if she is for real asleep. Her long lashes are spread out on her puffy cheeks, gently snoozing into Harry’s chest as if she weren’t screaming for dear life just an hour ago. 

“Let’s put her down,” you whisper and nod at him to follow you. 

Reaching your bedroom you only switch your bedside lamp on so the light doesn’t wake her up. Pushing the stuffed animals to the side you grab the blankets and let Harry do the critical job. Leaning down he oh so slowly starts to pull her away from his chest, careful not to move too suddenly, it all feels like in those action movies when they are trying to get through the lasers without triggering the alarm. One bad move and the screaming threatens to start again and that’s the last thing you want, after all you’ve done to calm her down. 

You don’t even realize it but as you watch her little head reach the mattress you hold your breath, almost wincing upon seeing Harry’s hands slide out from under her sleeping frame. As if you wait for something to go wrong, both of you freeze for a moment, expecting her to start moving around and wake up, but she stays still. 

Eyes snapping up to Harry, you exchange a look and then you both head to the door, careful not to make any noise that can possibly shake Valerie up from her dreams.

“This was more tiring than running a marathon,” he huffs, throwing himself to the couch and you do the same next to him. 

“Have you ever run a marathon?”

“No,” he confidently answers and you look over at him with a puzzled look. “But I can imagine how tiring it is.”

You let out a chuckle, letting your eyes close for just a little bit. You haven’t even had the chance to realize how much this whole struggle with Val sucked the energy out of you, but now that you’re half lying on the couch it hits you all at once.

“I should get going,” you hear Harry mumble, clearly just as tired as you are, but he doesn’t move. 

“Mhm,” you hum, feeling yourself drift to sleep.

Neither of you moves and it doesn’t take a whole five minutes for the both of you to completely doze off.

The next time you wake up you feel an arm curled around your waist and someone is definitely pressed up against you while your back is against the back of the couch. It takes you a couple of moments and some blinking to realize it’s Harry you are all snuggled up to and the reason why you woke up is because Valerie is crying again. 

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself, mind still groggy from the sleep as you push yourself up on the couch. Just moments later Harry’s eyes flush open and you’re not sure it’s because of the crying or because you moved next to him. His arm slides off you as he looks around a little confused about his surroundings.

You don’t have the chance to think about how the two of you ended up cuddling on the couch, though it lingers in the back of your mind. Basically crawling over Harry you rush into your bedroom where Valerie is lying in her bed crying. It’s a different kind of cry, not like the one you were stuck with for hours before and you know she must be hungry.

“Ah, come on, little girl. It’s alright,” you coo at her scooping her into your arms. She immediately cuddles to your chest hiccupping against it, her little hands fisting your shirt. You leave to go to the kitchen and feed her, but just as you’re about to step out of the room you bump into Harry.

You bounce back from his chest, but his hand immediately reaches for you and grabs your arm, holding you in case you might fall back.

“Sorry,” you breathe out, thoughts still foggy a little. “She’s… hungry,” you explain, but he is standing so close to you, you can feel his body’s warmth and it instantly ignites the memory of being pressed against his side on the couch just moments ago and you can’t stop yourself from inhaling a shaky breath. 

“Let me help,” he croaks out and the two of you walk into the kitchen. Putting on her bib you hand her over to Harry who sits with her on his lap on a stoop as you get the baby food, warm it a little before joining the two of them and you slowly start feeding her.

“What time is it?” you ask realizing you have no idea how long you two have been asleep on the couch.

“It’s three am,” Harry answers before smiling down at Val. “Good job, Val!” he hums watching her take the spoon into her mouth.

You finish up feeding her, then give a try at burping her even though Rosa said it’s not necessary anymore. She just hums to herself so you head back to the bedroom, her eyes already threatening to close. By the time you put her back to the bed she is out again, so no private show is needed this time.

Walking out of the room you see Harry putting on his shoes and coat. For a split second you feel disappointed that he is leaving, but then your rational side puts you to your place. Of course he is leaving! Val is fine now, there’s no other reason for him to stay, right?

“Harry,” you softly say and he looks at you. “Can you please not tell Rosa and Steven that I needed help with Val?” you quietly ask, though there’s no doubt your eyes are practically begging him.

“No way I’ll ever admit to Steven that I sang ABBA to his child, so don’t worry about it,” he chuckles making you smile as well. 

“Thank you. And for helping me as well. I was really close to giving it up,” you admit folding your arms on your chest as Harry stands at the front door, hand on the door knob as he is looking back at you.

“No problem. Now you owe me one,” he smirks and you can’t hold yourself back from rolling your eyes.

“Sure,” you say with an airy chuckle. “Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, Y/N,” he smiles at you sweetly before opening the door and walking out. 

You take his place at the door and watch him walk down the eerily quiet hallway. He turns back to you one last time waving in your way and you nod back smiling before he disappears around the corner.

Closing the door you lean your back against it, taking a deep breath. Your eyes wander over to the couch where you and Harry were sleeping not so long ago. The feeling of his arm around you is still burned into your mind and you breathe in shakily as a memory snaps into your head of the exact same thing, only years earlier.

You lied almost exactly like that in his hotel room that night. His strong arms wrapped around you as you had your head laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat that was slightly faster than the normal. Though you were still quite drunk, this feeling imprinted into your memories, because you felt so safe with him. Like nothing could ever hurt you if he was there with you.

Unfortunately, that feeling faded into nothing when you woke up in the morning quite fast. But this time, instead of disappointment and disgust, the only thing you still feel is the emptiness at the lack of his touch. 

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