#he is my babygirl who i lov

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shigaraki fucking you in front of some of the LOV members (im about to climax)

This is SO funny because I've thought of this prompt so many times. I've been scared that it would be out of pocket but I consider Shigaraki my safe place to get crazy with my nsfw work. If I'm honest the only LoV member I'm down to write watching Shiggy and the reader fucking is Dabi, because Spinner and Twice don't seem like the type to get much into that. I hope you Dabi bitches like this.

Minors do NOT interact!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: NSFW, fem-reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Dabi doesn't even touch the reader but he watches Shigaraki fuck you silly, rough sex, blowjob, overstimulation, dub-con, humiliation, reader is shy and doesn't talk much, masturbation (Dabi), possessive Shiggy, blue-haired Shigaraki (season 3ish era), Shigaraki and Dabi call the reader a slut/whore, not proofread (I also wrote this while listening to nsfw Shigaraki audios so it could be jumbled), Dabi flirts with reader, reader has long enough hair for a ponytail, Shigaraki calls reader babygirl, praise kink, slight aftercare, unprotected sex

"I can't believe you pulled one, Shigaraki. Not your disgusting ass."

"What? Jealous?" Shigaraki cackles.

"Yea okay. I'm just saying you're ugly as fuck and an incel at best. How you managed to get a girlfriend is beyond me."

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You've been hanging around the league for a couple of months, via your relationship with Shigaraki. Honestly, you didn't even talk to them much. You were just there to keep Tomura company. Shigaraki, in his own twisted way, surely loved you. However, you felt as if he was making you his trophy at times.

Shigaraki never had a girlfriend until you. He hadn't even had sex. Sure, he watched a criminal amount of porn and somehow managed to get a few blowjobs from sex workers when he conned Kurogiri into giving him money for "online gaming packages." Aside from that, he had no experience. Especially no romantic experience.

So, yeah. He felt a bit of pride when you came into his life. As much as what Dabi was saying was pissing him off, Shigaraki found himself asking the same questions. Look at him. Dry, itchy, chapped lips, bony, a brat, and above all else, his quirk. But you chose him, and you were so beautiful that he had a hard time not popping a boner around you frequently. You were just so cute, how could he control it?

"You act like you're any better. Burnt flesh? Staples? Who'd want to fuck you?"

"At least I'm not annoying. Or pathetic."

That got Shigaraki, you could tell. You could see the rage in his eyes and you saw a fist forming. Shigaraki has gotten to a point where he wouldn't threaten life against his comrades, but that didn't mean he wouldn't beat their ass if they gave him lip. It's happened before. You reach out and grasp his wrist, gesturing him to calm down.

Shigaraki turns his face at you with a scowl. You give him a look that screams, "chill the fuck out." He digresses, slumping behind on the couch with a pout.

"I bet he's awful in bed, huh?" Dabi scoffs at you. If Shigaraki wasn't pissed before he sure was now. He doesn't get physical, though, just mouthy.

"Listen, patchwork. You better mind your business before I piss in your cheerios tomorrow morning!"

"All I'm saying is that a good-looking chick like her deserves to be with someone more competent. You seem like the type to get in and go haywire. I bet, I know, you have no technique. You're an incel."

"You're a broken record. Who are you to assume anything? Also, you better lay the fuck off! If you try anything with her I'll kick your ass out with no hesitation!"

"No need to get defensive. You wouldn't be getting so pissed if I was wrong, would you?"

If you're honest, if Dabi had brought this up a couple of months ago, he'd be right. Shigaraki had no clue how to fuck a woman when you first had sex. He knew where your clit was but didn't know how to use his fingers meticulously. When he penetrated you, like Dabi said, he let loose and just used you like a pocket pussy. Surprisingly enough, Tomura took your constructive criticism well. He was bratty and defensive but ultimately he did want to make you cum, quake, whimper, and scream for him. So he learned and he learned well.

"I'll have you know I made her cum a total of eleven times this week!"

"You count?"

This was awkward, them talking like you weren't even there.

Tomura growls in frustration. It was apparent that he wanted to take out his frustrations and he begins itching his neck.

"You better watch your fucking mouth. I don't need some rude dickhead like you judging my sex li-.."

Shigaraki stops talking, and the anger he is expressing turns into a sinister smirk on his face. Like he snapped in the complete opposite mood. Shigaraki leans against your side and slips an arm around your waist, pulling you to become smothered in his embrace.

His lips hover beside your ear and his raspy voice slips a seductive comment out, "would you say I'm bad at fucking you, Y/N?"

Your heart paces unexpectedly. Tomura always got you with those sly murmurs in your ear. Some people would consider his voice annoying, maybe cringy, but to you it was hot.

"Um...no.." you blush and your form closes in on itself. You couldn't help but feel very shy in this scenario.

"Right, don't I know how to make my babygirl feel good?"

Dabi cocks an eyebrow in curiosity, picking up on your timid demeanor. You can feel a quick pool of arousal forming in your panties, completely proving him wrong.

"Is that true? How good is he?"

You couldn't manage to really say much. This was a confusing situation. You felt a tad objectified. As they sat here and talked about if Shigaraki made you cum or feel good you felt in limbo. Yea, he did, but why was it Dabi's business?

"I mean.."

"We could show him, couldn't we?" Shigaraki begins stroking your hair affectionately, doing all the things he knows to make you melt. Dabi perks up, certainly intrigued by Shiggy's proposition.

"I don't know, Tomura.."

"Shhh it's okay. I'll treat you good, just let him watch. Let me show him how pretty you are, yea?"

Your face was flushed and your eye contact glued to your thighs, to which Shiggy began stroking the insides. He firmly seperates your right thigh to the side, leaving your pussy on display (which was covered by your panties, of course). You were wearing the prettiest black skirt and tank top, which showed off your beautiful cleavage. Tomura actually had some complaints about it, not wanting anyone but him to see how pretty you are. This situation you were in certainly contradicted that.

With your panties on display, Dabi could see the wet spot formed in between your thighs.

"Heh..she's already wet.."

"Really?" Shigaraki hadn't even noticed, being sitting beside you. He reaches his fingers down to glaze your panties, looking for the evidence. Surely enough, you were wet. "Heh.."

Shiggy runs his middle finger up and down your pussy over your panties, making sure to rub your clit upwards when he reached it. You whimper uncontrollably. He hardly did anything to you yet, but being in front of Dabi with Shigaraki showing you off like this? Your body was having instinctual responses you couldn't help.

Shigaraki begins circling your clit before crumbling away your panties, giving him full access to your heat, and displaying it to Dabi. You tense up, nervous and feeling exposed. He continues stimulating you, whispering sweet, empty nothings in your ear, "relax.."

Tomura pleasures your clit perfectly, not missing a beat in his attack on it. You begin moaning at the pleasure, which sends a shock of arousal to Dabi's cock.

"You wanna show him how much you love my cock?"

Your eyes shot wide open and without much warning Shigaraki pulls your tanktop below your tits, exposing both of your intimate areas. Your pussy grows more wet, and your clit twitches in excitement. Dabi notices how flushed your pussy is and continues to watch smugly, "Damn, I'm a little jealous, boss."

"You should be. She's gorgeous, right? Don't get any bright ideas, though. This is a privilege for you."

Shigaraki stands up and unzips his pants before encouraging you to kneel in front of him. You comply, getting on your knees and taking responsibility yourself. You grope his cock from the outside of his pants before pulling them down, revealing his cock.

"You've got a short dick," Dabi slys.

Shigaraki turns and shouts at him, "You have a real hard time with shutting the fuck up don't you?"

You turn your head the other way and chuckle a little. Their banter was funny, if you were honest.

"Hey chuckles..how about you use that pretty little mouth the right way?" Shiggy tilts your face towards his cock and presses it against your lips. Dabi wasn't wrong. Shigaraki didn't have the biggest dick. Maybe a little under 5 inches, but he had a decent girth that more than made up for it. You loved him just as he was, though. It wasn't a bother that he was a bit small.

You open wide and Tomura pushes his dick to the back of your throat slowly. You gag immediately, eliciting a laugh from him.

"What did you say, Dabi? Short dick?"

"That doesn't count, you know it."

Shigaraki scowls and grunts, but you distract him by wrapping your fingers around his base and dragging your mouth along his dick. You bob your head beautifully and pull up to lick around his tip. Shiggy groans with his raspy tone and forms your hair into a ponytail while you suck his cock.

You were able to catch a glance at Dabi and you saw him sitting there with his cock out, fumbling with his glans while he watched you suck Tomura's cock. You yelp on Shigaraki's cock, to which he thrusts in deeper.

"Mmm...you adore my cock, don't you?"

Yes, you did. It was hard to feel totally into this, though. While being watched and objectified. You knew that Shigaraki loved you, but he was clearly using his love for you to his advantage. He knew that because his love was somewhat sincere he could win you over to do pretty much anything. You never said no, though.

"Stop."

You look up, confused.

"It's your turn, Y/N. Up."

We were going all the way then, huh? You supposed it couldn't be helped and you stood up. Shigaraki pulled you into a sloppy kiss, while he glanced at Dabi with a competitive spirit on his face. Shigaraki turned you around and rested his hand on your back (but making sure to avoid a finger for obvious reasons). He pushes you down and presses his cock against your ass and you felt utterly exposed and vulnerable. You refused to look at Dabi, but you felt his burning gaze on you regardless.

Shigaraki ran his cock up and down your folds, teasing his cockhead along your clit. You whine in pleasure and embarrassment. Shigaraki coos at you, "shhh..."

He probably knows you're embarrassed, but he can't get enough of one-upping Dabi like this. He slowly guides his cock inside of you, savoring the warmth of your wet pussy. You moan in response and quickly enough, Shigaraki begins plunging his cock in and out of you at a musical rhythm.

"You're so pretty, Y/N. Such a good girl, taking my cock in front of him like this. Maybe I'll buy you that cute pink headset you've been wanting as a reward," Tomura chuckles.

"Good girl? Try slut. Out on display like a little whore," Dabi comments.

"Fuck off. She's only my slut. An obedient one, at that. Isn't that right, babygirl?"

"Mhm~!" There we go. That praise from Tomura was just what you needed to get you nice and comfortable. He knew it too, he wasn't stupid. He takes one of your hands and holds it backwards while he fucks you fast. Your tits dangle and bounce in front of Dabi and your pussy is dripping in arousal, running down your legs and dripping on the floor.

"Aah! Tomura!"

"That's it. You're going so well. Doesn't she look so sexy?"

"Mhm...can I have sloppy seconds when you're done?"

"Go fuck yourself. You wish."

At least Tomura had enough decency to know that you wouldn't like that at all. You only wanted him. Though, he may have only said that out of his own possessive nature, not for your comfort.

You continue to pant and cry out in embarrassment and arousal. Shiggy keeps smacking his hips against your ass and filling you with his cock. His dick certainly wasn't too short, as he rubbed up against your g-spot nicely, and he angled it the exact way you liked it.

Some sick part of you was beginning to feel a creeping orgasm approaching. Typically, you needed clit stimulation to cum, but the way Tomura was fucking you and how exposed you were was causing a newfound pleasure you hadn't experienced before. Your breath becomes heavy and you begin speaking gibberish.

"Tomura..Mm! I-, I'm, I'm gonna-"

"That's it..cum all over my cock. Show him how good I fuck you!"

Dabi strokes his pierced cock fastly and clenches his teeth, amused at your submission to Shigaraki. He fucks you even rougher and hits your G-spot in repeated rhythms. Your clit begins to spasm as you feel an internal wave of overwhelming pleasure surge throughout your whole body. You cum heavy on Tomura's cock, and the twitching walls of your pussy almost send him to a high as well, but he fights back for a bit.

Shigaraki fucks you silly even after your orgasm. Your sensitive cunt trembles as his cock continues it's assault. The sensations are overwhelming and almost hurt.

"Tomura..it's too much.."

"Just a little longer, baby. I gotta get my serving, too."

Your pussy keeps being pounded by Shigaraki as he has no restraint now that he's made you cum. Still, he hits your spot perfectly. His thrusts are desperate and yearning. He eyes Dabi with a cocky grin, "Told you. I told you I fuck her good. You oughta think before running your mouth."

"Mmff..you may be right. My apologies.."Dabi chuckles with a heavy sigh. As Shigaraki keeps fucking you unapologetically, Dabi cums all over himself watching you as you're being used as a trophy for Shigaraki to show off. It's not long after before Shigaraki also releases his load deep in your pussy with a heavy growl. He grips your hips as he holds you down on his cock, not missing a drop of his cum.

Your body is shaking from the intensity and you fall to your knees. Shigaraki bends down to pull you in his lap and strokes your hair.

"You did a good job..."

You had no words and could only bury your face into Shigaraki's neck for comfort. Tomura looks at Dabi with a look of victory on his face.

"Who's awful in bed, again?"

"Hey, I accept defeat. I guess you aren't as pathetic as I thought, boss." Dabi puts his cock back in his pants. "You got yourself a pretty one, you better treat her good."

"I plan on it."

Dabi gets up and goes to his room, closing the door. Tomura looks at you and messages your neck with as many fingers as he can.

"You're sticky. Come on, let's get in the shower."

"Okay.."

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"You know I love you, right? Even though I fucked you in front of that punk, you're my babygirl, and only mine."

"I know, Tomura. I love you too," you smile at him, feeling more content now that it's only you and him.

"Good. Let's get clean. You stink of cum."

[teyamsgrl]

welcome home ✧ neteyam

❗️MDNI ❗️

🗣️ NETEYAM IS HERE I LOV EHIM SM -- please feel free to request any story on my ask and peep my about for what/who i will write about!

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, agedup!neteyam, dom!neteyam, slight jealous!neteyam, reuniting sex, NETEYAM THE MUNCH, dirty talk, all the good stuff from my fav boy 🧎🏻‍♀️ - yawne: beloved

your eyes fluttered open at the sun peering into your tent, here's to a new day. you smiled remembering that your mate neteyam was to return home from a 5 day war party this evening. it has been a bit more difficult to get moving on the days neteyam has been gone, but today you shot up almost right away, beyond excited for neteyam's return. you began tidying your shared tent, picking up the discarded pieces of the new outfit you created for his return. you could barely wait to have neteyam inside of you again. sure, 5 days wasn't too long in retrospect, but the way he fucked you... eywa was it addictive. just thinking of it caused a wet spot to form on your loincloth and a shiver to run up your spine. you squeeze your thighs together quickly to diminish the fluttering your pussy was doing before organizing your herbs and medicines along the shelf neteyam made for you. time couldn't move any slower, so you decided to take a stroll in the forest and collect something for dinner as well as be with your own thoughts and nature. no matter how many times you walked along the same branch, you always found the forest of pandora so beautiful.

eclipse had finally come and you knew that the war party would be due to arrive back at any moment. you frantically change into your special outfit for neteyam. the bottoms consisted of a few rows of beads with a beaded waistband, just enough to cover you up the slightest bit. the top was also beaded, flowing over your breasts majestically. the beads matched neteyam’s necklace, a little touch you hoped he would take note of. you began to hear chatter from afar and oriented yourself atop the table in your tent, spreading your legs ever so slightly while leaning back against your palms. you noticed some fiddling with the entrance to your tent and your heart began to beat rapidly, neteyam was finally home. the entrance to your tent flies open, neteyam stepping in and gawking at the sight in front of him (aka you).

“welcome home ma’teyam” you smirk, reaching your arms out for him. he bites his lip as he checks you out, slowly stepping closer. “this is quite the welcome home gift…did you make this?” he fiddles with the beads covering your chest, grazing his cold finger along your nipple. you let out a whimper, making eye contact as he stares down at you. “i did, made it for you…” “it’s fucking beautiful, you’re fucking beautiful” he leans in and connects your lips in a heated kiss, not even giving you a chance to breathe. he moans into your mouth, running his hands down your body and squeezing your thighs tightly. you interlock your fingers in his braids, pushing him more into you. he pulls away, lips plump and red. he looks down to where his hands are situated, squeezing again. "these thighs... i need to be in between them..." he pushes you back on the table gently, hand between your breasts. he kneels onto the floor and chuckles when he notices the zero coverage underneath the visible beads on your bottoms.

"naughty girl.. you knew exactly what i'd do first once i saw you in this outfit", he removes your bottoms and instantly flicks his tongue on your clit, listening to your desperate whines. "i'm getting there babygirl, just let me play with her a bit more" he flicks his tongue along it again, finger collecting your slick in the meantime. he brings his finger up to your mouth, prodding your lips open. you open your mouth, sucking on his long, blue finger. "taste good?" he watches as you nod, hips rolling into the air. he chuckles softly and dives in, tongue delving into your wet pussy. "nete-" you gasp, hands instinctively travelling to his braids once again. he spreads your legs further, sticking his tongue deeper if even possible at all. "fuck.." he mumbles and pulls away slightly. "on the fucking trip- ät'uk kept going on about you, on about how amazing and sexy you are, pissed me off so much" he grumbles and kisses along your inner thighs. "you're mine, not any other man's" you nod and whine as he stands up and towers over you. "get on the floor yawne, stick your ass up for me" he steps back, watching you position yourself on the mat. he removes his loincloth, stroking himself slowly at the sight of you. "this ass-" he spanks you, causing you to yelp; "is mine, isn't it?" "yes nete yes, it's yours" you whine, wiggling your ass as a way to ask for his cock.

he comes behind you and you begin to feel his tip pushing inside you, moans escaping your mouth. he bottoms out inside of you, hands roaming your back before ultimately coming to rest on your hips. he groans, beginning to thrust deeply into your hole. "this is it, this is fucking it", he moans and spanks your ass another time. "oh my- oh neteyam" you moan into your arm, body jolting back and forth with his deep thrusts. this was the feeling you had missed, neteyam behind and pounding you, nothing but lust filling the room. "tell me who you belong to, who is your fucking mate?" he breathes heavily, cock abusing your tight walls. "you, you, you!!!" you squeal, pussy tightening as your orgasm creeps up on you. "that's right, yes.. are you gonna cum for me?" he snakes his hand around your torso to sloppily rub your clit, cock pushing deeper to get you to the edge. "yes yes.. i'm-" your orgasm cuts your words off, pussy twitching around his cock. you breathe heavily as neteyam's thrusts pick up pace, "good girl, that's my good girl... fuck i'm cumming-" he presses his chest against your back, moaning loudly as his cum shoots into your pussy. he kisses your mid back, panting as he comes down from his orgasm.

he then falls beside you on the mat, pulling you in to spoon you. he kisses your head, hand stroking up and down your arm. "thank you for welcoming me home so well" he whispers, smiling against your hair. "of course, i missed you so much" you sigh, relaxing into his chest. "i love you, yawne" he shuts his eyes as he takes in your warmth. "i love you, ma'teyam", you shut your eyes as well, slowly drifting off in his arms again, finally.

[3cosmicfrogs]

…I’m gonna say it. Ask game for Voltron, literally any number. For the chaos.

oh Wife Mutual you are braver than the US Marines for uttering the name that must not be spoken in 2024... Let's Go!

2. Name your trash ship / 14. Name your crackiest crack ship

Not so much a crack ship as a garbage ship that is on crack like literally on crack the way i'm envisioning it: Shiro/Matt

Like listen, i dont see nearly enough content of any characters being nerds and the possibility for shiro/matt to be absolute dorks is exponential. like. 2 brightest minds of their generation with collectively maybe one(?) braincell between them on a good day. they are traumatised. they are constantly sleep deprived. they both independently got buff because of Space. Questionable relationships with robots. what i'm saying is they would be brilliant for each other and absolutely disasterous for everyone else.

6. who is your trash fave who is so problematic they probably have hate tumblrs dedicated to them 

i mean lots of people don't like The Clone (fandom dubbed Kuro)? Babygirl's pretty fucked up. Pretty evil. I like him, he did nothing wrong ever, he was absolutely right lance is annoying(they will come for me with bricks for this.)

10. what is the worst thing you want to become canon (character death, trash-ship etc)

look. many many things. but to name one: i think maybe 2-3 minutes more of Ulaz would have been fantastic. the emotional impact would have been incredible. also i like him.

16. what is your favourite ridiculous au

Look in general, not even limited to voltron: legendary disaster, i am a slut for Crack Treated Seriously and Hyperspecifc Job AUs. There's a fic floating around with Shiro as a SecUnit (murderbot diaries AU) which is ridiculous in the sense that in typical vld fashion it completely bulldozed over the queerness and Gender Deconstruction of the murderbot diaries and de-sexualised The Machine, but it still absolutely fucks because it's well-written and a total tear-jerker.

I'm also so so so supportive of Cosmic Horror (this needed to be explored in the show. tragically underused potential of everything and also the massive ancient sentient machines in your brain).

Voltron would have been so good if it was good.

Anyway thank you Wife Mutual i lov u mwah come invade my inbox or dms any time!

[bronzetomatoes]

ONE, TEN AND TWENTY ONE OF BNHA I'm actually super interested to see what u think of this

ONE - the character everyone gets wrong - ohhh buddy. So like. A lot of them, but honestly it's kinda crazy cause he's the MC but I think a lot of ppl are just allergic to Deku's canon personality. Thinking about the sassy/snarky/bamf/whatever-the-fuck Midoriya Izuku tags like can we be so fr for a second. This is the guy who almost lost his internship due to being so chronically unfunny that his boss hated him (theres nuance but it's whatevs). Also the crazy Analyst Deku takes abt him like those super popular fics where he's this hyperintelligent teenager n all that like he's smart for sure and he's got an eye for quirks but that's just the autism talking, yknow? Also a lot of mischaracterization happens where Bakugou is involved bc ppl can't see it any other way than Deku being The Victim and Bakugou being The Monster. Like sorry they didn't expel Kacchan in season 1 like you wanted them to sorry you hate interesting dynamics and character growth and messy relationships. Like ⅓ of the top 20 fics on ao3 are BNHA and I wouldn't touch any of them w a ten foot poll

TEN - worst part of fanon - uhm well I think I did go over that pretty well but a different part is that a lot of Hawks/LOV takes annoy me. I was a Hawks joins the LOV truther but I didn't think it was bc it'd somehow be better for him it was cause I wanted them to make him 100 times worse!! I'd've loved to see my babygirl spiral in a desperate attempt for control and revenge and freedom and I wanted it to end horribly for him bc sometimes you just wanna see chars put through salad spinners. But the fanon thing is often them being his super supportive found family who all stop killing people bc it made him feel bad and then they lived happily ever after lol

TWENTY-ONE - part of canon you think is overhyped - dadzawa. In that it's barely canon at all HASHTAG DADMIGHT 5EVER but no it's something that's like great in its canon basis but gets exaggerated into something that well. I don't like as much! Bc I can relate to the protective teacher that loves his students intensely but keeps a professional boundary, I have a teacher just like that and we love her to pieces, but that mf is not a father to them 💀

[mochiflxwer]

what's dragon age

AHAHA....HAHAHAHHAHA....AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA

so I'm not well versed in all three of the games that are out right now since i havent played through the other two besides inquisition yet so my explanation will be based on what i know through that game and just gen knowledge BUTTT

the dragon age series is a fantasy RPG made by bioware (they made mass effect and like a million star wars games) and each game is set at different times, each going in choronological order, which is IMPORTANT!! because the dragon age franchise has a feature called "tapestries" which are something seperate to the games where you choose all the choices you made from your playthrough in the games, and these choices once exported will actually EFFECT the next game in the series which is really fucking cool

the games are set in a world called Thedas, and there are four main races of people which are dwarves, elves, humans, and qunari. you can play as three different class types: warrior, mage, and rogue, which all let you specialize in their own skilltrees with perks that you slowly gain over time by doing quests around thedas (in inquisition at least, this is all very classic rpg game stuff)

the world of thedas is VERY written out and developed, with almost every character you find having their own story and opinions on everything around them. there are a few main groups of people in these games: the mages, the templars, the chantry, the qun, the dalish, as well as different districts of people based on race. theres also the Circle, the Divine, etc. theres a LOT!!! And as you wander through the games you can unlock a lot of books , journal entries, notes, etc. that let you learn EVEN more about the world around you. There are also several books that go into HEAVY detail about specific and non-specific characters, regions, foods, wildlife, etc. (i happen to own two :]) there are also story-specific novels based around certain characters.

the most recent game, inquisition, has you set in the Frostback Mountains in Haven, where you have been captured as a prisoner after being caught at the scene of the murder of the Divine, who was killed by an unknown evil creature. You awaken in the prison with a bright green mark on your hand, which you find out can seal "rifts", tears between the living world and what is known as The Fade. You then go on a journey of rebuilding what is known as "The Inquisition", a group of people to bring peace to Thedas if something were to happen to The Divine. You learn about your past, make new companions, fight against demons and deal with the rising fear and lashings out of both sides of a mage versus templar war.

The games each are about 30-40 dollars roughly with DLCs included, which i personally believe are ESSENTIAL to playthroughs of these games as they are packed to the brim with lore as well as amazing cosmetics like armor.

allow me to find gifs of all my favorite characters from inquisition

THIS IS COLE. THE BLORBO. THE BABYGIRL. YOU KNOW HIM. YOU WILL LOVE HIM. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE.

this is The Iron Bull everyone loves him you will too it's just a thing everyone agrees on

this is The Iron Bull's little boyfriend Dorian he's an asshole but everyone likes him as well and he's fun

this is sera shes funny and silly and annoys everyone

this is cullen hes severely traumatized and is scared of love

this is. solas. anyways

THIS IS JOSEPHINE !!! YIPPEEE !!! EVERYONE CHEER !!!

this is cassandra men fear her everyone else wants her

this is leliana i lov eher shes so lovely

this is morrigan everyone agrees shes hot and mean

this is varric hES so special and fun hes an author of smut books cassandra reads all of them

thats everone i think im very passionate about this

[uwuwriting]

Denki, Dabi and Bakugou in a secret relationship

Request: hii!! i loved your post about the secret relationship being exposed and i was wondering if you could do the same for dabi bakugo and denki - anonymous

Um this was supposed to go up yesterday, I had queued it but tumblr decided to just deleted. Oh well. I hope you like it you guys even though its a day late. This was fun to write. Love ya. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: some sexy times mentions, fluff

Kaminari Denki

-Kaminari is an idiot.

-I don’t even know who you’ve managed to keep your relationship a secret.

-90% sure the whole school knows and just pretends to be oblivious. 

-Anyways.

-It kinda bothers him that he has to keep it a secret. 

-He wants to scoop you up and spin you around in the hallways, hug you after a really rough training session with Bakubro, kiss you when you are being extra extra cute. 

-Plus he wants to brag to the other idiots for getting a girlfriend first. 

-But alas he respects your wishes and tries to keep it all under wraps. 

-Your parents are pro heroes and have warned you about the dangers of dating since you are their kid. 

-Villains wouldn’t hesitate to threaten you with your significant other if it means they’ll get to your parents. 

-So now Kaminari is stuck sneaking in your dorm late at night only to spend a few hours with you and give you as much kisses as he can fit in the little time you have. 

-Surprisingly he has kept it a secret for almost a year now. 

-No slip ups, no marks on his skin after a spice night, none of your clothes could be found in his room whatsoever.

-Apart from his usual flirty nature towards you, there was nothing that could indicate that you two were an item. 

-Now being in your third year, things had gotten rather serious with your hero works.

-Most of you if not all had been working along side a pro hero for the last year or two but that didn’t mean they would take you in after high school. 

-Every student had to wait for the acceptance letter from the agency or an agency in general and they would be set for their hero work after school. 

-You had been working with a hero agency since your first year and you were pretty happy. 

-But the pro hero you had been with decided that after you were done with your hero studies, he would retire leaving you with no agency to boost your career after school. 

-Kaminari was as devastated as you were.

-He tried comforting you as much as he could, extra hugs and kisses, more snacks and movie nights, anything to help you cope with the fact that you would be back to the starting line once school was over. 

-He hated seeing you cry. 

-Then the unthinkable happened. 

-Mt.Lady was a well known hero and one with a desired sidekick position that no one seemed to really fill. 

-You had just helped her stop a major villain attack tricking the villain and capturing him before he could do any real damage in the area. 

-To say that Mt.Lady was impressed was an understatement. 

-She contacted your hero agency and asked if you had already signed a deal with them.

-You can see where this is going.

-When you got the notice from Mt. Lady’s agency you were over the moon and so was Kaminari. 

-He was so happy that the person he loved the most was finally getting what she deserved. 

-He had dragged you to the janitor’s closet to give you his personal congratulations, catching the attention of a certain red head.

-He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, his arms keeping you as close as possible, flush to his chest as he peppered your face and neck with feather light kisses. 

- “I’m so proud of you babe!”

-You tried to keep your giggles on the down low to no avail since Kaminari’s goal was to make you laugh. 

-For a long moment you didn’t care if someone found you, you were so happy and so comfortable in Denki’s arms that you didn’t want to leave the closet and go back to your hidden lives. 

-Then you saw the light coming from the door, getting ready to lightly scold Kaminari for leaving the door open when you made eye contact with Kirishima......and Mina ..... and Sero..... and somewhere in the far back with a pair of ruby red eyes.

- “Babygirl is everything alright?”

-He hadn’t seen them yet, then he followed your line of vision and the man has never yeeted you out of his arms faster in his life.

-Your friends just stared at you in complete shock for a full minute before Bakugou broke the silence. 

- “Oi you own me ramen Kirishima.”

Dabi

-With this guy I’m not surprised that you managed to keep it a secret. 

-Oh no no no.

-I’m surprised you managed to get him into a relationship.

-It wasn’t easy though you would give him that. 

-You were part of the LoV of course and well you didn’t really take any of their shit. 

-The only person you respected was Kurogiri and that was borderline pity. 

-He had to babysit a 20 year old killing machine with issues, many issues, many many issues. 

-When Dabi approached you with his signature flirty and I-only-do-one-night-stands-babygirl attitude, you being the idiot that you are took the bait.

-The LoV knows of yalls nights together but they only thought that that was it.

-Dabi slept around and you were a really attractive person. 

-Plus they knew you both were bored so sex was, to their eyes, the only solution. 

-What they didn’t know though was that Dabi was starting to catch feelings and soon enough he hated seeing you remotely talking with another human being. 

-Then that fateful mission happened and the deal was sealed. 

-You were spying on Overhaul and his lackeys, hidden in his underground lab watching as they went around doing stuff.

-Then you heard a childish scream and it was the first time Dabi saw fear flash in your eyes. 

-You turned around following the source of the screams absolutely ignoring Dabi’s protests and threats. 

-It was like you were in a daze and Dabi felt the terror sink his claws in his throat as you passed by so many of Overhaul’s members nearly getting caught. 

-When you reached the glass door that led into Eri’s experiment lab, he saw the color drain from your face and your knees buckling. 

-He caught you before you hit the floor dragging you away from the lab door despite the fact that you clawed at his coat to put you down. 

-He felt his shoulder getting wet and that’s when he saw the tears that were falling freely down your cheeks. 

-He had managed to calm you down long enough to convince you to leave before you got caught but luck wasn’t on your side when one of the lackeys spotted you. 

-Dabi was a few feet away from the exit, becoming reckless at the sight of freedom not noticing the masked individual pointing his gun at him. 

-You noticed though. 

-And you got in the way, pushing Dabi to the ground as the quirk cancelling bullet pierced your side leaving you to fall to the floor with a grunt and a strangled pained moan.

-The next few minutes were a blur.

-Dabi didn’t remember how he got you out of there or how he was now on a rooftop with you pressed flush against his chest as the affects of the bullet made you tremble. 

- “Shh doll, shhh. I’m here I got you.”

-He knew your trembling was not entirely because of the bullet, he saw how your eyes glassed over at the sight of Eri back in the lab and he knew that this had something to do with your past. 

-He used to get the same glassy eyed look on his face when he would see Endeavour on the news shortly after his “death”.

-Things changed after that. 

-He didn’t take you to the hideout that night, he brought you to his apartment where he helped you clean up your wound and calm down. 

- “I know it’s not my place to ask but what the hell to you happened back there?”

-When you explained what you’ve been through and how those screams brought back things you thought you had long ago buried, he was left gawking at you. 

-For some weird reason he believed that you were just a brat who ran away from home on some rebellious whim. 

- “Ugh what am I saying? You don’t give a damn! Why did I even-”

- “Touya.”

- “What?”

- “My real name is Touya, I-I wanted you to know.”

-Sharing a heart felt night analyzing your past trauma with someone you sleep with is one way to get yourself into a relationship.

-You both agreed to keep it secret and you did keep it like that for a long time, a very long time. 

-The LoV never truly found out. 

-Some had their suspicions sure, Mister Compress had even made a bet with Toga but you two never gave them any further hints apart from the constant paired up missions you went on. 

-The only one who knew was Kurogiri. 

-He had caught you two spending the night together on a rooftop, all cuddled up together your hands intertwined as you looked up at the stars. 

-He was getting back from an emergency snack run when he saw the familiar glow of Dabi’s blue flames and your characteristic giggles. 

-He never said anything and when Dabi came to him to ask for some pregnancy facts, he knew that he truly loved you. 

-No one ever knew and no one will ever know. 

-Unless the run into you two in five years while you’re out for a walk with your son. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-Sparky sparky boom boom man is a lil bitch.

-Don’t try to argue you know that too. 

-You just need to accept it.

-His way to approach you was by insulting the living shit out of you before making you reach the tip of an anger fit. 

-He knew how to press your buttons and it made you fume. 

-You had to give it to him he was hella attractive and his true personality shined through his faced at times. 

-And so did his worry for you.

-You got together after his kidnapping. 

-He suffered from nightmares after the incident and one night he came to your dorm, trembling and cold sweat running down his spine. 

-He had no idea why his feet led him to your room, he just knew that you were now wrapping him in a fluffy blanket and putting on a Disney movie as you hugged him so so tightly. 

-He slept over and the next morning he confessed. 

-Actually you both confessed but those are useless details. 

-In reality it wasn’t even a confession with words. 

-You both woke up facing each other, your noses touching and I don’t know who leaned in first but next thing you knew you were kissing his hand cupping you cheek while the other intertwined with yours. 

-Keeping your relationship a secret with this one is easy. 

-He is still being a lil bitch to you and you are still sassing him back.

-Behind closed doors he is kinda sweet and caring not a lot though because even with you he has to uphold his reputation. 

-After some time though he calms down and is a cuddle bug. 

-Like he will tackle you on the bed the moment you close the door to his dorm, restricting any movement until he is satisfied with the cuddles. 

-Baby even said ‘I love you’ first awwww!!

-He was so shy about it. 

-Anyways.

-That’s a story for another time. 

-He doesn’t really care about keeping it a secret anymore. 

-He’s low key tired of hiding. 

-Much like Kaminari he wants to kiss you whenever he wants, hold you and hug you till you can’t breathe after he gets back to the dorms after a rough patrol with his hero study. 

-But oh well the cat isn’t out of the bag yet and you being third years now you couldn’t really do something about it. 

-You spend so much time with him that you would think that some of your classmates would like sniff you out. 

-But no.

-They all dumb af.

-You would spend a lot of time with him and the Bakusquad since your first year so they just think you’re really good friends. 

-Todoroki kinda knows but he doesn’t at the same time. 

-Some mannerisms remind him while he was in a secret relationship before Momo found out but then he sees how Bakugou treats you just like any other person so he is really confused. 

-More confused than usual. 

-Now you got outed by the man himself. 

-Bakugou is not good with jealousy. 

-Jealousy and Bakugou should never go hand in hand.

-You were talking to Mina in class, leaning on the desk behind you. 

-Your skirt had ridden up show casing your thighs making Bakugou think back to some noises you made a few nights ago. 

-If he got hard he would blame you and he would be extra pissy. 

-He was enjoying the show though. 

-He watched you like a hawk.

-The way your body leaned back making your legs straighten and flex slightly or how he could see the hickey he had left right at the base of your neck the other night that you’ve tried to cover with make up. 

-He could see it because he knew it was there, to an outsider everything was normal. 

-He was jolted out of his daze by Mineta’s voice. 

-And the sound of your name on his lips. 

- “Look at Y/N’s thighs! She could suffocate me with those legs and I would thank her!”

-Kirishima smacked him upside the head trying to shut him up. 

-Kaminari was slowly escaping the scene because he saw the small sparks in his friend’s hand at the comment. 

-He chose life. 

-Mineta though didn’t stop. 

- “I could lose myself between those legs. Oh the noises she must make.”

-Now what happened next is a huge question mark. 

-The end result however was Mineta almost being blasted out the window and into space and Bakugou almost popping the vein on his forehead. 

-You had to get in between them and try to calm down your boyfriend. 

-Most of your classmates had long forgotten Mineta and his whining and had zoned in on your hands on Bakugou’s chest or on his arm that had wrapped around your waist in an attempt to push you behind him. 

- “You ever dare speak my girlfriend’s name I’m blasting you to the next dimension.”

- “Katsuki please calm down it’s fine.”

-Legit you both forgot that your relationship had been a secret for the past three years. 

-You floated back into reality when Present Mic himself asked. 

- “YOu TWo aRe aN iTeM?????”

-Chaos ensued and a crap ton of explanations. 

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Stoner Hawks being on patrol with him and maybe having a fire quirk (Dabi’s sis blue flames but you know Endevor don’t know that maybe she knows Dabi is her brother and knew that he ran away and never told her dad about it and how often she sees him but n e way she’s a hero did the whole UA thing) and being on patrol on top a building Keigo rolls a joint and moves on in readers direction like “can you spark it?🥺” maybe just smoking maybe some smut

this made me sO soft, like yes stoner hawks being the cutest 🥺 i got a little carried away with it, and somehow it ended up being 2.1k long ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`) thank u sm for requesting, i loved it.

stoner!takami with a todoroki!reader.

summary; in the request.

genre; fluff, smut.

warnings; daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, oral (receiving-giving), curse words, idk fucking(? smut in general.

word count; 2.1k

author's note; don't judge me it's my first time writing smut ):

 your phone rang in the pocket of your hero costume, the id showing a smiley keigo. despite knowing what was about to happen, you couldn't avoid your own smile. as you answered, the first thing you heard was wind on his side of the line, you sighed, he was probably calling while flying, again.

"one of this days, you're going to crash against a plane" his melodic laugh reached through the speaker. damn, how could you stay mad when he's laughing like that?

"i'm going to assume you're already at our spot, gorgeous" this time you laughed, nervously, takami hated waiting more than anything, and there you were, thirty minutes away from your meeting point. "send me your location, i'm picking you up" and just as fast, he hung up. flying with him was a better idea than running through the city by yourself, therefore, you did as he said.

a giggle escaped your mouth, he had that effect on you, despite of knowing each other for that long. it didn't matter how many times he called you pretty, gorgeous, angel, your face instantly heated up. and he loved it, it gave you a fake innocence, that he sure knew was oly a facade. in less than five minutes, his mighty figure covered the sun above you, looking like that, he could easily be confused by an angel send from heaven.

"i know i'm hot, but you're drooling a bit" takami, the endless teaser.

"let's just go" he picked you up, bridal style, gaining a few curious glares.

your relationship, if you could call it that, had always been a subject of gossip. not you nor him had either confirmed it or deny the rumors about it, truth be told, not even you knew what you were. it was more than friendship, but not as committed as an actual couple. you were used to kiss him, sleep with him, get high with him, and that was enough. there were feelings between, from both parts, but this was the best way. two heroes, in the peak of their careers, had no time for anything else. the ride to your usual vigilance spot was short, hawks flying at a dangerous speed, despite your complete trust in him, you still wondered if he could drop you.

"what took you so long?" he asked, once you were sitting in the edge of the tall building. you sighed, to keep that secret from him was exhausting, at least.

"my brother called".

an awkward silence grew, takami knew you were endeavor's oldest daughter, his pride and joy, wether you liked it or not. obviously he knew your brother had to be endeavor's lost son, touya. what you had kept to yourself was he went now by the name dabi, a faithful follower of the hero killer's ideals.

"is he okay?"

"mhm, he needed money".

keigo wasn't going to tell you this, but every time you said you brother called because he needed something, his blood boiled in his veins. ignoring the fact that he had to stay hidden, for some reason you wouldn't say, to hawks it seemed like he only reached out to you out of material need, meanwhile you were always preocuppied with his well. takami's hand found its way to yours, even wtih gloves you could feel his warmness. 

"oh, right, i-i've been saving this for us" he took a small plastic bag out of his pocket, letting you see those green herbs. by the looks, it had to be more expensive than usual. you gasped, in a really cute way, hawks thought. no words were needed, he grindered the pot before rolling a joint. his tongue appeared to seal it, looking straight into your eyes while licking it. he knew exactly what he was doing. "may you do the honors, angel face" a small blue flame igniciate in the tip of your index finger, just as he inhale for the first time.

takami, covered in a cloud of smoke, holding a blunt on his hand, adding that chilled look in his face. was certainly a sight to see.

unspokenly, he handed it over to you. with a smile on you face, you hit it for the first time. for a while, non of you talked, just enjoying each other's company, in fact, those moments with keigo were you favorite, you didn't have to worry for anything besides him. and he thought the same, there, he could stop being hawks, he could be just keigo, your long term friend, leaving all the responsabilities of being a hero in the ground. with you, he felt like flying.

by pure coincidence, he caught you looking at his profile. the moonlight made you have a different kind of glow, like a fairy, he thought. almost withouth realizing, he leaned over to you, his lips seeking yours rather desperately. his hand wondered to your hair, finding its place in the back of your neck, pulling you closer and making sure you weren't escaping. his experimented tongue made its way into your mouth, going through every place he already knew like it was the first time. he tasted like smoke. once he knew you were on the same page, he pushed you back on solid ground, laying on top of you. a moan left your lips, drowned by his own mouth, when his still dressed hips impacted against you. 

every touch was being enhanced by the effect of the pot. he pulled away, breaking the moment. he needed to look at you, your lust filled eyes, your half opened mouth. it was enough to get him hard in his pants. with a quick movement, he took out his gloves, fastly moving to take off your complicated hero costume. maybe it was because he was blown out of his mind, or he was just to eager to see your naked body, but he had a serious struggle doing it, making a soft giggle leave your throat. 

"you could help me instead of laughing at me" he whined, jokingly upset.

"and miss the hawks having troubles with a bra? i don't think so" that seemed to made him even more anxious, you knew he was done when a small "finally" was whispered.

between laughs, giggles and smirks, he got back on top of yours. he liked to feel you naked underneath him, having you to his complete disposal, and not losing a single item of his clothes. you weren't letting him enjoy the moment to much, a girl has her need, and touching his work out abs was certainly a need. you removed his shirt, smiling at his messy hair. 

he started to leave a trace of kisses from your lips to you r collarbone, licking, biting, leaving small dark marks on your skin. just at that, you became a moaning mess, there was something so dirty about takami marking your body.

"babygirl, i haven't even started" with that, you closed your eyes, giving into pleasure as his kisses got lower and lower. when he got to your breast, your nipples were already hard, expecting to feel his wet mouth any moment now. but that wasn't all that happened, almost at the same time, you felt a hand opening its way to your drenched cunt. "look at that, you're already so wet from my mouth only".

his tongue circle you nip at a killing pace, while two fingers found their way inside you without any warning. so thight, he said, his mind already thinking on how well you could take his cock. with his thumb in the perfect position, he started massaging your swollen clit. all you could do was melt in his touch. his free hand reached to the last bit of the blunt, which rested at a safe distance. he got up, leaving you kneeled in front of him.

"open your mouth, princess" despite his loving tone, he wasn't asking, so you did as you were told and watched him hit the last of the joint, keeping as much smoke as he could beofre leaning towards you. with a kiss, he shared it with you, entangling your tongues. he licked your lips, getting back up, his hand resting on the waist of his pants. "you're gonna be a good girl, aren't you, princess?" he got his hips so close to your face that your mouth watered.

"yes, daddy" you knew calling him that was a trigger. he took out his fat dick outside his pants, so hard that it was starting to hurt. his hand placed on the back of your head, guiding you to your objective. 

as soon as your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, he let out a unsually deep growl. takami never lasted that long, and being under the inffluence of weed wasn't helping. he couldn't even look down at you, the sight of your angel face, looking so fucking pretty while sucking him off, he was barely controlling himself from your noises. you struggled, gagging every once in a while, but never stopped, he loved to see the tears in your eyes. when he felt close, his dick twitch in your mouth, you tasted the precum coming out of him. before doing it, he pulled your hair back, avoiding it.

"my baby, you do it so good, do you think you deserve a reward?" to those words, you couldn't help but moan. his hand held your chin, making you look straight into his eyes.  

"please, daddy, please eat me out" he felt like losing his mind hearing you begging like that, who was him to deny it. a kiss left in your lips, before kneeling down facing your wet, juicy, cunt. thanks for the meal, he thought.

his tongue worked wonders. the second he met your needy clit, you were actually watching the stars. the ability he had, going between your folds, sucking just in the right spot, fucking you with his tongue. he had you a screaming and drooling mess in a minute.

"daddy! oh god, yes! there, keep going, please! fuck me, yes!" he loved hearing you going crazy because of him, he loved being able to do as he pleased with you. he could hear your moans forever. 

he knew you too well, instantly he could tell you were close to cum, he wasn't going to let that happen, he wanted you to cum in his dick, breaking your back, leaving you so fucked up you wouldn't be able to walk afterwards. feeling him leave you on the edge was torture. 

"are you so desperate for me, little bird?" he crawled to you, placing his hips on top of yours. you weren't even thinking when he kissed you, loving the thought of you tasting yourself. you wrapped your hands around his neck, reaching his back, if there was something he liked was you scratching his back until it bleed.

with a slow, gentle hursh, he deepend inside you, admiring the image of you closing your eyes at the pain. even prepared and lubed, he was just too big for you. as he felt you adptaing, his pace got faster and harder, his hands grabbed tightly into your hips, probably leaving bruises afterwards. in less than a minute, he already had a constant pace inside you, hitting your spot with every thurst. you whimpers and his groans mixed in the air. one of his hands travelled to your neck, applying a little pressure on it while his thumb fitted in your mouth. that was the view he wanted to see for his whole life. 

"you're such a slut, baby girl, but you're my slut, right?" you sucked his thumb, your mind couldn't form coherent words and his finger didn't let you speak. "oh yes, cum with me, princess, cum for daddy" his words were like music to your ears. 

the orgasm you repressed for a while felt so close, when you finally reached it, your walls clenched around his dick even harder than before, a scream of pleasure filling the atmosphere. not long after, you felt his warm cum exploding inside you, his grab hardened and a moan left his lips. he stayed there for a while, retaking his breath.his wings served as a wall for the cold wind running. finally, he retired from you, laying at your side while hugging you with one of his arms.

you looked at him, despite not being your actuall boyfriend, he loved you as much as you loved him. though tired, the fuzzy feeling inside you didn't stop, you wondered if it was just you being still high as a rocket, or if that's what love felt like.

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[fabulaee]

COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE

// A 🐺 fic based on my Stay journey’s aesthetics which was a coffee shop au bc they remind me of those times when I used to go to the café to draw and would see fellow regulars but unlike y/n and Chan, I never interact with them. We all just share a table 😂😂😂

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Monday. Wednesday. Friday

That was the set schedule for your coffee run. MWF from 9 am to 10, then coming back with your study supplies from 1 to 4 in the afternoon. It was routine; the small college café a safe haven from the slight messy floor of your dorm and the formal vibe of the library. Here you were focused and at peace of mind. The aroma of the coffee beans and soft sounds of the coffeeshop’s playlist serving as background noise.

There wasn’t much students at this time of the day compared to the much later prime of the evenings. The café then filled with college youths grabbing a drink after a long day’s worth of lectures and test reminders or staying to cram a night’s worth of information. There was something about cafés that seemed inviting and less suffocating yet at the same time a place where you can find the nursing students with their big thick books opened with streaks of neon yellow running across them.

“Vanilla Bean Cold Brew for y/n!”

Standing up, you went to grab your drink leaving behind the pastel rainbow set of highlighters and gel pens on top of your notes. You quickly thanked the barista as he handed you a straw before plopping back down on your seat continuing where you last went off. Something about the history of impressionistic art. You sighed as you lifted your eyes across the room, it was currently 2:30 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. A good time to take a break before your mind starts to commit brain fart.

*

Chris Bang. Affectionally called Bang Chan by his friends. Music major with golden hands, a good candidate for the honor roll, member of the varsity swim team, and resident social butterfly. An all rounder any college is proud to have.

You heard about him once or twice from your common friend, Yang Hongseok. They met at the gym apparently and became quick friends through the Japanese exchange student, Adachi Yuto, and their shared love for fitness.

You see him sit at the same spot everyday since the middle of sophomore year. His laptop with the cute decal of Deadpool open and his AirPods snugly tucked in his ears. He's always has his blonde head bopping to a song he's playing on either his phone or his laptop. Always seemed so engrossed in this little world he made for himself across the room, ignorant to the bustling crowd of students that come and go.

He looks up catching you off guard. His lips curled slightly upwards, chuckling to himself as he watches your cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. Great, he must think I'm a weirdo!

With a quick exchange of nods you both went back to doing your own thing. Just a regular day at the coffee shop.

*

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

It's the Friday following Monday's slightly embarrassing incident. You looked up to find the same Chris Bang, laptop in hand, smiling at you like a friendly yet lost puppy. Warm brown orbs looking back at yours.

“My laptop's about to die and this is the only table with an outlet.” He explains himself, a tiny awkward giggle making up as the period.

“O-oh, of course!” You stuttered, hastily making room for him despite the large space as you swiped for the stray pastel highlighters and napkins closer. “No one's sitting here so go ahead.”

He whispered a small thanks before setting down his laptop to grab his bag from his usual spot while you went back to your notes. It was silent for awhile, only the sounds of pen against paper and the soft tick tack of the keys. At some point you hit a mind block, eyes glazing in boredom as you stared at the blank space of your notebook. You felt your table mate leave his stationary position too. he stretched in his seat before turning his attention to you.

Sensing his sudden gaze on you, you flashed him a small smile. You were never one to start a conversation, often keeping to yourself and minding your own business. A bit of a complete opposite towards the friendly Australian who somehow knows at least three students from each program.

He smiles back at you showing off his cute dimples and an outstretched hand. “Hey, I'm Chan. I never caught your name.”

Again with the cute giggle. It seems to be like a signature to him but it's cute still the same. You grasped his hand giving it a soft shake. “Y/n,” you answered curtly.

*

The following days you find yourself hanging around Chan more. Afternoon study sessions were no longer a date between you and the textbook or the small watercolor set you laid out on the table. Chan was there to fill the space making the long table that was a party of one to a party of two and maybe some on certain busy hours but mostly it was the both of you in your own tiny world.

You got to know him, his likes and dislikes. His major and passion for music, sometimes slipping in a few complaints about certain homework here and there; What else he likes to do. Apparently mr. Chris Bang was gifted in so many areas you often wondered what good he must've done in his previous life to be this gifted. Not only was he a jack of all trades, he's also the master of all.

You even had a small debate between Deadpool and Spider-Man. God, he's such a nerd it's adorable!

In return he knew these things about you. How you're taking up art as your major hoping to make it out as an illustrator one day—

“it would be so cool if you drew a variant cover for Deadpool!”

“Ha! We'll see about that, Chris Reynolds.”

He knows how you like to collect stickers and are quite passionate about making sure your notes are beautiful. He knows how you loved your drinks iced despite it being the middle of winter.

“Isn’t the weather too cold for that?” He’d ask with a quirk of his brow, amused brown eyes glancing at the iced hazelnut latte you have in your hands.

“Nope!” you replied, taking a sip as you did so. “It’s always the perfect weather for an iced coffee, Bang.”

He only chuckled at that.

*

It hit you like a freight train. You didn’t mean to fall for him. It wasn’t supposed to happen. You and Chan? No way, it was just supposed to be just friends. The kind where you hang out and have fun, no feelings attached. He was just supposed to be that regular from the café, right?

That was the plan, right?

But you can’t deny the small flutters from your heart much like those newly emerged butterflies. How you can feel that giddy feeling of excitement when you spot his mop of chocolate curly locks outside the café’s window. How you mirror his smile when you get together to talk about anything and everything under the sun. Bang Chan in all his cute dimpled glory, soft curls and hearty giggles was just too much to adore.

Yet it wasn’t that what pulled you in to the Music major. You felt love blossom when you both stayed up late, when the café was quiet after a busy day. The only people around being a couple medical students, some late night goers, and the employees. You felt the tiny flower buds start to bloom when he stayed with you then; keeping you company under the dimly warm fluorescent lights, laptop tucked away and a hand playing with yours.

You felt it bloom when you cuddled on the booth’s sofa one rainy November day. He scoots over next to you when he saw you shiver from the corner of his eyes. He’s naturally warm —you’d often tease him how he made the room hot. Why? well it’s because he’s from Australia! which earned the loud chorus of laughter from his friends and Chan’s ears turning into the color of the fire hydrant.

“Babygirl, you’re shivering.” He mutters as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you gently towards him. You accepted the subtle invitation, sides sticking together as you both went through forgotten notes and half finished coffees.

You felt it when you caught yourself staring at him a little longer than intended. Eyes drifting from Jisung’s expressive face to glance at the older one. You watched him look at the former with such adoration in his eyes; how he looked like a proud dad. You watched him nod along and laugh to Jisung’s animated story about how he and Hyunjin would fight back in the day, a fact that still seemed to shock you seeing how they are the best of friends.

Your eyes would linger on him while he worked on his music; focused and determined, hiding the exhaustion and sleepless nights prominent on the dark circles under his eyes. He was handsome even if he looked like shit. Hell, he was handsome even when he sported the infamous broccoli colored hair. You’d find yourself in a trance, like it was a dream. The world didn’t matter as much anymore when it was only you and Chan in the small dimly table, surrounded by the aroma of coffee beans at the small quaint cafe at the corner of the street.

*

You loved him. You loved him in the most beautiful of ways; you loved him in the most perfect highs and in all those crevices full of flaws.

You loved him in those bright moments, when the lights were shining on him during a 3RACHA gig. How they made him more beautiful, how they made him stand out from the 2 younger members. You loved watching him do what he loves; how he immersed himself in a world that was different from yours. How his version of colors and dried paint were beats and melodies, rhythm and tempos.

You loved him in the lowest moments; when the tide was high enough to cover you. You loved how you fit perfectly in his arms, how he became a shoulder to lean on when you felt the world was against you and you to him. When he would open up to you about his worst fears and his grandiose ambitions; when he spilled his heart out at the underlaying insecurity that’s been biting him due to his perfectionist attitude. You became his confidante; the one he can trust his heart to.

You loved him in the times he was vulnerable. You loved him when he would bask in glory and shining lights. You loved him like those cheesy lines in love songs. You loved him like how the tides would look at the moon in awe and yearning; gravitating with every push and pull.

You loved him in ways words can never describe. How the seeds he planted in your heart bloomed to the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.

You love him simply because he’s Chan.

You promised yourself you’d be just friends. It was safer that way but then again, what is love when she’s not one without twists and turns?

What is love when she comes to you, sneaky and sly like a weed disguised as a flower, whispering into your ear that it’s him.

It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.

It was always him, it just took you some time to figure that out.

*

When you first met Chan, he was simply a friend of a friend. Someone you knew because your brothers are his friends. He was the guy you’d hear about in passing, the popular cool guy with a heart bigger than a massive sized teddy bear and a smile that could cure the most depressing of days. Someone who, in probability, would just be an acquaintance to you.

He was that guy you regularly saw at the coffee shop you visited every week. He was just some guy from the music department who would flash you a friendly smile because you were a familiar face.

Funny how fate made him more than what you originally expected him to be.

[papasbabymommyslittleone]

vee’s (new) introduction   ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

helo   ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎ฅ˒˒  my name is vee , i use she/her and  fae/faer pronouns (heres how to use fae/faer !) later in this post i  say mor abt my gender !

um  , im a age regresor nd this blog is for  me n my family to talk abt that stuf ..,  i regress to (mama says)  2-24 months , so i am  very small bby   (˃͈ ༝ ˂͈๑)

my regresion is becaus of anxiety and other stuf  and its involuntry and  now my therapist helps with it too !   o oh  and i dont rlly rember much of it when i get big again !  papa said its “all encompasing” ..,,,  and i am sumtimes half regresed but  i think  i a,m  always at least  a littl bit baby , so m very sensitiv  and pls dont b mean

um logan is my mama  and patton is my papa and ro is my big brother !! i lov them all lots and pls  dont b mean to them either  !   ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ  or i nibbl  u .....,. m  i hav janus too , he is my  biological father but i call him janus .. but he is rly nice abt my regresion and sumtimes he says helo ! uh but he doesnt  look after me or anythin ..

i am autistic too ,  it  makes up lots of who i am and stuf   um like i cant look at bright ight and lots of food and textures hurt , sumtimes im nonverbal and hav meltdowns  - jus lots of stuf, m sensitiv .. but i like bein autistic !

     i  rly rly rly rlyl  like sanrio !! its my special interest and  my favorits are my sweet piano and my melody and korilakkuma and hello kitty ! ≡(๑ᴖ ༝ᴖ)≡   and i rly like cinamoroll and  wish me mell  too and  um    lots of em !   i like em all  rly !

papa said i can say mor about baby me .. um  baby me cries lots and likes cuddls n rattles and soft toys n bottles  n dummies (pacis but  i like the british word beter !)  and um . and diapers  (pls dont b mean)  oh oh but when im baby i dont speak good  so i call those things cubbles n wawas n softies n babas n umys n bipas !  nd i like bunnies n kittys  ／(｡･༝･｡)＼   =･༝･=

my gender identity

i use the fae/faer  and she/her pronouns !  im  not cis !! but i dont rlly like saying i am trans or nonbinary ,  i jus like bein myself  and being myself is like this  with lots of skirts n dresses  and prety stuff and these pronouns !  i jus dont feel comfy with a label rite now  mayb itll change but  for now im hapy jus bein me

    with stuff i like bein called , i like bein called a girl  even if i dont think im a trans girl !  i just like bein called nicknames with the word girl in  like um papa calls me babygirl and flower girl    (´͈ ᵕ `͈๑) n that makes me hapy     and i like bein calld  roman’s little sister ! um and pretty and cute and princess , i like all thos things and  my family and also  ppl on this blog  call me those  (●≧ ༝ ≦●)

pls dont call me ro ro’s brother ,..  that makes me feel yuck  and i dont wana be called  a boy or guy or dude  or anythin masculine  especially man and sir and mr  make me like dis     o(*˃̶᷄ ༝ ˂̶᷄)o    and  i rlly  dont feel comfy with he/him  or they/them pronouns anymor !  pls no he or they

um ..,, okai think its all don now , im sory i made it lots of talkin ,, mama said i should include this stuf tho !  bybye thank u for readin , pls hav flowa  ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞✿

and im gona start signing off with this now ! -  =･༝･=

[etherealhood]

Birthday Getaway

author: @etherealhood

word count: 2,212

warnings: real fluffy, dad!calum

a/n: okay so i was on instagram and saw kylie jenner’s instagram video of stormi in the water and it made me write this so sorry bout it (also i didn’t proofread so there might be some goofs)

pairing: calum hood x reader

Suppressing the smile he wore for that one little girl and her only, was hard as he looked down at her, watching her bounce with excitement as he held her in his tattooed arm. He chuckled, his heart tightening in his chest as he fell in love with his sweet look-alike all over again. She was kicking her tiny legs, reminding him of the days where he played soccer. With her powerful limbs, she’d be the perfect little athlete.

His wife was grinning at the pair as she held her cell phone horizontally, taking as many pictures she could of the two loves of her life. The sun was shining perfectly, hitting Calum’s tan skin as well as the eleven-month old baby’s in his arms. Her dark curls were matching her father’s, blowing with the slight breeze that seemed to always be present when they spent days at the beach. The daisy-printed, black, one piece their daughter wore matched the printed-bikini bottoms her mother wore and the plain black swim shorts here father was wearing.

“Hi, baby. You gonna smile for mama?” The woman looked at her child, still pointing the camera at her. Her child looked over at her mother, her fist in her mouth as she began smiling brightly upon hearing the woman’s sweet and familiar voice

Calum grabbed her hand from her mouth, waving her hand at his wife. “Say hi, darlin’.” He looked from the face of his daughter to his lover, his large smile softening as he looked at the woman that gave him the little girl he held against his chest. She was looking at the screen of the phone, snapping her pictures so she would forever have the memory of the little birthday getaway they planned for not only him, but their daughter who just so happened to have a birthday that was very close to her father’s.

His wife caught his gaze on her and he would’ve have to have been dumb to not notice how she got just the slightest bit bashful under his warm eyes. He winked at her, watching as she blew him a kiss and walked over to him, her feet leaving imprints in the wet sand that only began to fade away when the water rolled onto the shore. She held the phone in one hand, but used her right one to tickle at her daughter’s stomach.

“Why ya lookin’ at me like that?” She asked her husband. He wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side before kissing her temple. Her hand pressed to his bare abdomen to as she turned her head to look up at him.

“‘M just really, really in love with you is all.” He hummed against her lips as he pressed them to hers in a soft and lazy kiss that was still full of every emotion he held in his heart for her. She smiled against his mouth, circling her arm around his torso under his arm.

The baby started babbling as the couple shared their moment. He chuckled and pulled away, both of them looking fondly at their child. Pulling her arm off of him, she handed the phone to Calum and held her hands out so she could take the baby he held in his arms. She pulled the little one into her chest, showering her in kisses on the mouth and cheeks as she cupped the back of her head.

The girl’s little arms wrapped around her mother’s neck, hugging her close as she put her face against the older woman’s. Bending down, Y/N held her daughter’s waist as she helped her stand on the ground and walk in the sand. Immediately, the infant looked up at the weird feeling of the sand between her toes. She looked between her parents, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Calum laughed at her expression and unlocked the cell phone, going to camera and switching to the recording setting. He flipped the phone so it was horizontal and pressed the big red button, the changing numbers at the top of the screen letting him know he was recording.

“You walkin’, babygirl?” He said in the soft voice he always used with his little one. She looked up and smiled at her dad, bouncing up and down on her chubby legs and laughing as she held onto Y/N’s two index fingers. She started walking along the sand toward Calum, her mom not too far behind as she used her for stability. Her little footprints were left in her path, the water getting closer to her small feet as it continued washing up the sand.

“Da!” She said, following Calum as he walked backwards to keep her going for the video he was filming. “Dada, Dada.” She repeated over again as she connected her eyes with her father’s dark ones. Although in nearly every way, from her dark curly hair to the shape of her nose and to her pouty lips, she looked like Calum, she without a doubt had her mother’s gorgeous eyes. When he looked into them, he was instantly reminded of the woman he loved so much and vowed to spend the rest of his life with.

The chuckle that bubbled out of him was quiet as she blew raspberries in between her attempts at saying the few words they’d been teaching her. He heard her call out to Y/N a few times, looking around for her mother. His daughter was still walking towards him, letting go of her mom. Calum started walking closer to the water, urging his family to follow him. The water was far out, beginning roll in as she wobbled and reached out for him.

Her face lit up with surprise as the cold water rolled over her small feet. She gasped, her mouth parting in an ‘O’ shape at the change of temperature and feeling. It became just apparent how shocked she was as she fell onto her bottom with astoundment still very apparent on her face. Both Calum and Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that escaped them.

In the time they’d been parents, they hadn’t gone to the beach very often because Calum had been busy with work and brought his family along with him as much as he could so he wouldn’t miss any unnecessary time with his growing girl. However, the couple of times they did manage to get out for some time at the beach, they took the baby with them and she was always just as surprised as the first time when she felt the water on her caramel-colored skin.

The parents bent down at the same time, sitting next to their child as she leaned forward and put her hand on the ground to reach for the water that had pulled back, leaving some of the foam in its wake. She got a handful of sand and started kicking excitedly as she played with it in her hand. Looking at Y/N, she brought her tiny fist up and went to put it in her mouth.

Y/N instantly grabbed her hand and pulled it back, shaking her head. “No, no, baby. You can’t eat that.” She shook her head with a small chuckle, rinsing her hand off in the water that came rolling back up to them.

She grabbed the infant sitting between them and brought her in between her bent legs, letting the little one lean back onto her mother’s stomach. The water rolled back up, touching her tiny toes that curled and uncurled as shrieked out in laughter.

With a permanent smile, the woman’s heart beat a little faster as she looked from her baby to her lover who was laughing, his eyes crinkled adorably as he recorded the little moment. Even though he was pointing the camera at the two girls in his life, he wasn’t looking at the screen. He wanted to look at them and remember the real moment this was happening and not what he was seeing happen on the small screen of the cell phone he held.

“Oh, she’s got the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard.” He said with that adoring grin still pulling at his lips. She looked up at her dad and clapped her sandy hands together excitedly, still doing her little kicks of excitement even as she sat down. The water came back again, washing over the entire length of her small legs. She squealed again and put her hands in the water, trying to hold it in her small fists.

“She loves the water!” His wife giggled as he stopped recording and handed her back her phone.

He leaned in and wrapped his hands around his daughter’s little body under her arms. “Looks like we got a little fishy on our hands, don’t we?” He cheered as he threw her up just a couple inches before catching her, a giggle bubbling out of her as she smiled down at her father. He heard Y/N sigh in relief as his hands had a hold on her body once again. “Scare ya?” He teased her with a smirk on her face.

“You know that makes me nervous, Hood.” She scolded with a pout, her eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. He laughed at her attempt to be angry and leaned forward, craning his neck to give her a quick peck on the lips.

“Sorry, baby. Won’t do it again.” He apologized as he gave her another kiss, pulling back to look at her with that familiar fondness in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a small scoff. “That’s a lie.”

“I know.”

His wife scooted closer to him, leaning her head on his broad shoulder. Their daughter sat on his knee, Calum bouncing his leg up and down to keep her entertained with the movement. Y/N watched as the sun sparkled on the water, making it shimmer in front of them. It reminded her of the Eiffel Tower and the few times she’d been with Calum when she saw it sparkle at night.

She looked from the water to her partner who was making faces at their daughter, her soft squeals of laughter sounding amongst the three of them as he shook her just a little. Bubbles started foaming at her mouth as she began drooling. “You’ve got slobber all over ya, my love!” Calum said, using his thumb to wipe away the spit on her chin. “All better, yeah?” He asked her in his baby-voice.

With her chin resting on his shoulder, Y/N stared at the little girl, admiring everything about the child that she loved so much. Calum leaned in and gave the baby a kiss on the tip of her little nose, yet another sound of delight coming from her. Y/N’s heart was so full as the gentle sound of waves rolling up and down the shore surrounded the family of three. “I love you. I love you both, so so much.” She whispered in his ear before placing a kiss in the little space underneath it.

“We love you too.” He said back to her, just as softly as she said it to him. She smiled fondly, looking over his shoulder at the smiling girl that the was the product of the unconditional love they shared. Her hand smoothed down his arm to his torso, her fingers grazing over the spot she knew his most recent tattoo was. It was their baby’s name written in his wife’s handwriting. One day, he asked her to write her name on a piece of paper and then later came back with the new ink under his left pectoral muscle.

“Still think this is my favorite tattoo.” She mumbled as her fingertips skimmed over the name, her touch soft on his wet skin.

“What about the one I got for you?” He asked, referring to the tattoo he had of her zodiac sign on his right bicep.

She shrugged and looked back at her husband. “Still love hers more. I love our little family.”

He was watching the little girl fidget in his lap so he set her down on the ground, still facing him but letting her play with the sand between them. She grabbed the sand in her hands, some of it slipping through her fingers and plopping down on Calum’s leg as it fell. She raised her arms almost showing him her new discovery. He smiled at her, craning his head down to kiss her little fists, not caring about the small amount of sand that transferred to his lips.

Turning his head back at the stunning woman beside him, he had a gentle smile pulling at his lips. He’d never been so happy, but being at some island resort’s private beach with just his two girls, with the two epic loves of life, he knew that this was what life was all about. He knew that the overwhelming amounts of love he held in his heart was all he needed.

Calum wrapped his right arm around his wife, her cheek resting on his chest as he kissed her hairline before looking back down at their little one. “I love it, too.”

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[choco-ramyun]

Okay let's pretend you don't know who I am. Hi. I would like a BTS Reaction to Y/N loving classical music and lyrical singing. Surprise me. ~lov u besh, thank u~

SURE SURE! What a lovely request! Thanks for sending it in! Don’t forget to send in all of your requests! I hope you enjoy this little reaction!

BTS reacting to you loving classical music and lyrical singing:

Jin:Jin always enjoyed visiting different events depending on which city he visited at the time. It was a well-welcomed break between all the concerts and performances. This time he decided it would be nice to visit an opera, classical music felt so good to his ears. As he sat amidst the crowd, one certain voice stood out to him. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in awe. The soloist who was singing had such a unique, beautiful voice, that he couldn’t get it out of his head. After the performance ended, he left the giant hall and went backstage. He stopped you, the singer, while you were on your way to your dressing room. “Excuse me, miss. You have such a beautiful voice, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Yoongi:Yoongi was surprised to feel such a tender, smooth hand on his. You seemed to be reaching for the same CD as him. “Oh, my apologies.” He looked up, just to see a beautiful face looking back at him. The CD was a limited edition of one of the best classical pianists of all time. He wanted it so he could add it to his collection. “Do you also want the CD?” You seemed shy, and a little bit insecure, and he felt entranced by it. “You have can have it, but you owe me something.” He said with a hint of playfulness. He was upset that he couldn’t get the CD, but it made him happy to see such a beautiful face admire such excellent music as well. Especially the wide smile that spread across your face as you grabbed the CD made his decision much easier for him. “Maybe we should meet to listen to it together sometime.”

Hoseok:You, his beloved girlfriend, were in the bathroom peacefully taking a shower. Hoseok was sitting on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone. The room was silent until Hoseok heard something coming from the bathroom. He swiftly stood up just to press his ear against the door. You were singing in such an angelical voice, he didn’t even know you had. He was shocked, he didn’t know you were into lyrical singing. It filled his heart with joy to know you were so full of talent. He clutched his chest, his heart heaving up and down. “Aish, my babygirl is so talented.”

Namjoon:“Namjoon?” You softly tapped him on his shoulder. He immediately turned his head in your direction. “What is it?” He sounded concerned. “I-I like classical music.” You were very nervous to tell him this since you were afraid he’d judge you for it. Namjoon was more into modern music, like Rap and Hip-Hop. What you didn’t know was that he loved classical music too; it reminded him of the origins music had, and classical music simply had this elegance to it that both of you admired. His face lit up with an enormous smile, as he pressed his lips softly against your forehead. “Baby, you’re so perfect.”

Jimin:Jimin enjoyed singing to you from time to time, he believed that it’d impress you, and that meant a lot to him. He wanted to prove himself worthy of you. One night as he sang to you, you joined in with your beautiful soprano voice. His eyes grew wide in shock, he didn’t know you could sing. You kept it a secret, simply because you were too lazy to explain that you were taking singing lessons basically all your life. He couldn’t help but feel SO impressed over your beautiful soprano voice. It filled him with joy to know you could sing, even though deep inside he already started searching for something new to impress you with. “Oh god, Y/N, you can sing so beautiful!~”

Taehyung:Taehyung stood in front of the counter, as usual, he always was the first customer at the café you worked at. You were still a little bit drowsy from not sleeping too well, but you took his order with a smile. As he patiently waited, you began preparing his coffee, while happily humming one of your favorite classical tunes. It was still stuck in your head from listening to it last night; you always turned to classical music when you couldn’t sleep. It filled your heart with joy and passion, and that helped you ease into your sleep. You turned around again just to see Taehyung joining in, and humming the same tune as you. He stared at you with a smile, so sweet, you could’ve added it to his coffee. He rarely ever met someone who enjoyed classical music, -especially someone so astonishingly gorgeous. “I didn’t know you like Mozart too. Maybe we have some more things in common than I thought.”

Jungkook:You were pushing your shopping cart through the supermarket. It was quite late, and they were about to close, but you couldn’t have cared less. They were playing classical music on the radio, and you danced around to it, full of joy. You hummed along, since you were able to play this song on your favorite instrument as well, so you knew the notes in which you had to hum correctly. You happily danced through the candy isle, until you noticed someone’s eyes on you. A handsome guy was staring at you from the next isle. He waved at you, with a cute bunny smile on his face. “Great music, right? It’s hard to find people who enjoy classical music as much as I do.” He could tell you loved it, by how much you were into the song. He felt that way too, and it made him beyond happy.

[ughhheragain]

I might have overreacted - Sebastian Stan

Requested by anonymous : we really need more Sebastian imagines hahaha hmm could you do some angst with him? But with a happy end haha

A/N : Thanks to the lovely @fandom-hoe101 who gave me ideas 💖

Summary : It’s been two weeks since Sebastian flew away to shoot his lastest movie. You both missed each other like crazy... at least, that’s what you thought. When you start to read the firsts lines of your favorite people magazine, all your happiness left disappears.

Warnings : a bit of angst, fluff.

F/P/M = Favorite People Magazine

Stella Georges =  A name that I created 

This was supposed to be a good day, but turns out that someone or something, should I say, decided otherwise. 

You woke up in a empty bed, once again. After two weeks that seemed like an eternity, you got used to it. You knew that being in a relationship with an actor would be difficult, but you didn’t thought that you’d spend that amount of time alone in your shared appartement. Sebastian was often away for his movies, and you were truly happy for him but you missed him like crazy. Besides the calls, facetimes, and texts, you missed his presence, his warmth. You missed his cute little attentions : for exemple, you’d wake up to see him sitting on the bed next to you, shirtless and wearing his most adorable smile as he would be holding a breakfast plate. “Good morning, doll. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are ?” he’d ask with his raspy morning voice. You’d then smile and took the plate out of his hands in order to place it on your nightstand, while he’d look at you, curious. You’d lean towards him, while he’d still look at you curiously but with a grin on his face. “What are you doing, baby ?” your boyfriend would ask playfully, causing you to smile in a irresistible way. “Simply enjoying your presence.” you’d answer before pulling him into a kiss, and he’d smile against your lips, which would make your heart dance. You also missed falling asleep in his strong arms, feeling his breath on your skin, his lips on yours, his silly jokes... You even missed your arguments, because they were, too, a part of your happiness. After thinking of him, like you did each morning, you quickly stretched yourself and got out of bed. You made your way to the bathroom, cleaned your face and looked into the mirror. Bags were under your eyes. You did a lot of insomnias these past days, you would always be hoping that Sebastian would surprise you and join you in bed, but none of that happened. You then chased the bad thoughts out of your head and made your way to the kitchen. You had a morning ritual : reading (F/P/M). Each morning. But this morning wasn’t the same as the others. You sat down at the table but did not open the magazine yet. A big title caught your attention : “Sebastian Stan and Stella Georges : More than just co-stars ?”. You scruted the image placed under the awful title, with your eyes wide open. Sebastian was holding a girl, a face that you did not recognized, but you knew her name. You’ve already heard it before. Her arms were circling his waist and the were both smiling. “Bastards” you thought to yourself. How could he do that to you ? Your entire trust was resting on his shoulders and he just... wiped it off ? In less than a second, your blood turnt cold, the anger rushed through your body, and you were internally screaming. You got up and threw the magazine away, causing it to hit quite loudly the wall. Tears were on their way but you didn’t want them to fall. He didn’t deserve them, after all, no ? Instead of crying, sobbing, or screaming, you just stood there, still. Emotionless you were. You just felt betrayed and humiliated. Everyone will soon talk about that, you knew it. The fans, medias... a nightmare becoming a reality. You then started to remember all the things Sebastian told you during your calls. “M’yeah, Stella’s so kind to me, I adore her. You should meet her, doll.”. You’ve never really paid attention to these types of phrases because you trusted him, he would never cheat on you. But turns out he did. When a tear managed to roll down on your cheek, you went hiding in your bedroom, even though no one was there to see you. 

Outside P.O.V

Sebastian got out of the car in hurry, he was so excited to see his babygirl again. He ran towards the door, opened it and smiled. It smelled... home. He let out a breath of relief and started calling your name “(Y/N), baby, I’m home!”. He looked for you everywhere, yet impatient and worried. When he opened your shared bedroom’s door, he found you, your back facing him. You were silent, and you didn’t even hear him. But you could feel his presence behind you. Your man was standing in the doorway. His excited smile disappeard, letting place to a concerned expression. 

“Doll, is everything alright ?” he asked as he placed his hand on your shoulder.

God, you missed his touch.

“Don’t you dare touching me!” you snapped, leaving him speechless.

“What- Why ? What have I done ?” he asked innocently.

You madly laughed, it was nervous. Your emotions were messy, you wanted to run in his arms and kiss him like you never did before but you also wanted to punch his adorable face. 

“What have you done ?!” you mocked him. “Let’s see what you have to say about that!” you yelled at your confused man, as you threw the magazine on him. (you picked it up after you stopped crying)

He stayed silent while his confused eyes were running all over the cover, analyzing every word. 

“What the f-” he started to say before you cut him off.

“The funny thing is that I actually thought that you loved me! During these two weeks I was literally crying my heart out and you- you were having some good times with this- this Stella ?!” you exclaimed, trying your best not to insult the girl.

“No, don’t say th-” he started again, but guess what ? You cut him off again.

When you were angry and hurt, no one could stop you.

“I trusted you, Sebastian! I really did! And all I get in return is - this ?!” you pointed the magazine. “I’m so disappointed. Never thought you could be this awful towards me. I’m hurt, I really am. I even cried for you, but you don’t deserve my tears.” you confessed as they were coming back again. “I fucking... - I fucking loved you, Sebastian.”

I loved you.

Those three words knocked his heart down. This was the first time that you told him that, but you did say “loved”. Sebastian always understood that you wanted to take your time to say it, and he was half happy you did. He was always seing the good in the worst. During all this time, he was staying silent, afraid to make things worse if he opened his mouth. None of this was true, he didn’t cheat on the love of his life, he could never. This hug was just friendly, at least for him. Plus, we all know how much the medias abuse about everything, they don’t care at all if they ruin someone’s life, as long as they get their money. Sebastian didn’t find the courage to interrupt you so he just pulled (or forced) you into a hug. You were surprised, yet angry but weak. You did try to shove him away but you missed his arms around you, holding you tight. His scent made its way to your nose and you fell in love once again. 

“None of this is true, (Y/N). I swear. I’m not like that, I’d never cheat on you. I love you way too much for that.” he said with his exhausted voice.

You did not speak, and you couldn’t cry, no tears were coming. He wanted to hear your comforting words, the ones he was expecting. 

“Say something, please.” he begged as he snuggled his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a kiss on your warm skin.

You felt weak again. You couldn’t be mad at him. So, you did say these words he was craving to hear.

“I love you too, stupid.” 

A/N : I kind of... felt emotional while I was writing this. But I hope you loved it anyway! Let me know :)

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