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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

Synopsis - They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to four guys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the boys told you they loved you.

Pairing - Frankie Morales, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia, Benny Miller x Female Reader.

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5k

Author's Note - is it weird that I have sort of compared each boy to a room in the house? maybe! but we're rolling with it, because it worked in my head. this is the first of a few fics like this, much like Tethered, Time and Tranquility - I have a few different TF boy comparison ideas. love these babies so much. <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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You follow the laughter floating down the hallway into your backyard. Standing against the doorframe, you watch as the boys double over in amusement while Benny reenacts the time Frankie fell in your pool. Their faces are illuminated by the golden glow of the fairy lights adorning your deck, moonlight shining down.

"And none of you helped me! Hermosa had to come and rescue me! At least I know who loves me the most," Frankie chuckles, tilting back in his chair to catch your eyes.

You make your way over and kiss him on the cheek, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I don't think there was ever any debating that. You've always been my favourite," you coo, ruffling his hair gently.

"Give us a break," Benny teases. "We all know I'm your favourite, sweetheart."

Santiago scoffs and jabs Ben in the ribs, yelping when the younger man elbows him in retaliation.

"Cariño, put them out of their misery. Tell them I'm your favourite."

You catch eyes with Will, who's grinning at you across the table. He doesn't even have to say anything. He raises his eyebrows and winks at you, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. You can't help but smile back.

"I mean, Will is currently very high on the list, because he built this table for me today."

Everyone groans as you and Will laugh, knocking on the table to check his handiwork.

"You did a good job," Frankie praises, kicking at a leg to see if it holds.

"I built your couch!"

"You can't build a couch, Ben."

"He did! It needed assembling!"

Benny blows you a kiss, thanking you for the assist.

"I did most of the painting," Santiago chimes in.

"Until your weak ass knees gave in," Frankie laughs.

Santi shoots daggers at him, both of them chuckling.

"Me and Hermosa tiled her bathroom. That took fucking forever."

"Frankie, I told you that I'd call a guy for that, and you told me you were the guy."

"You can't tell me those tiles aren't gorgeous."

You shrug, squeezing him tight.

"You're right. They are. I admire them everytime I shower."

"Ooo, tell us more," Benny teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Pervert," you and Will say in unison, both shaking your heads.

You settle into the chair next to Frankie, popping the cap off your beer.

"I honestly don't think I'd have any furniture without you guys. This house wouldn't be a home if it wasn't for you."

All of their attention is on you, focusing as if you're the only girl in the world. You feel like it sometimes, when you're all together.

"I can't believe you've been moved in for an entire year," Santi muses. "Feels like only yesterday we were helping you unpack all those boxes."

"Time flies when you're having fun," you beam at him.

As the evening settles and the sun begins its descent, you start to think about just how many parts of the boys live in your house. The furniture, the paint, the lights. At least one of them helped you with basically every single element. You think of all the memories filled with happiness and laughter that have happened here over the last year, and your eyes well with tears. You meant what you said, earlier. Your house wouldn't be a home without them.

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The Living Room. Benny.

You're tangled with Ben on your newly assembled couch, a cheesy romcom acting as background noise. We have to test it out, he'd said. Just in case.

So here you are, nestled into his side, strong arm slung over your shoulder to pull you closer. You sip your drink, paying virtually no mind to the movie. You're making a mental list of all of the things you still need to do for the house - tile the bathroom, buy a lawnmower, paint literally every room. But the couch is a start.

"I can hear the cogs turning in that brain of yours," he laughs, pinching your side. "We're supposed to be relaxing. You know, really getting a feel for the couch."

"Right, right. Sorry," you chuckle, nudging him with your shoulder in retaliation. "Just thinking about all of the shit I've gotta do."

"Hey, we've got plenty of time. And you've got four guys ready to do whatever needs to be done. There's no rush."

Exhaling loudly, you realise he's right. There is no rush. Yes, you may have a never ending list of things you need to get done, but there's no time limit. You can take each job as it comes.

You turn your attention back to the movie, discovering that it's actually half decent. By the time you're an hour into it, you and Benny are laughing along. It's a sweet coming of age story, two teenagers falling in love for the first time.

You watch as the two characters share a kiss, all clumsy hands and unsure touches. You smile, and start to think.

"This bringing back memories, Ben?" you tease.

"Oh yeah. First time I ever made out with a girl, I couldn't get her bra undone. I was trying to give her a hickey at the same time, and I snapped the clasp against her so hard I made her bleed. Safe to say, we didn't make out again."

Both of you are crying with laughter, vibrating the couch with it.

"I can see the image so clearly. Teenage Ben with his frosted tips and his puka shell necklace. Bet you broke some hearts, huh?"

"Shut up," he chuckles. "I got tonnes of girls back then."

"I'm sure you did," you joke, pinching his cheeks.

He pinches your thigh and pulls you closer, settling back into the cushions.

"You know, I've never had one," you say after a while.

"Had what?"

"A hickey."

Ben pulls away and turns to face you, looking at you incredulously.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Never got one as a teenager. Now I'm a grown ass adult, I always warn my partners not to leave marks. Guess I just missed out on the whole hickey thing."

Ben smiles at you, mischief rife in his eyes.

"You want one?"

You quirk your brow and turn your body towards him, putting some distance between you to look at him properly.

"What game are you playing, Benny Miller?"

He laughs, and the sound makes you smile so wide it's blinding.

"No games, baby."

"No?"

"I believe getting a hickey as a teenager and having to figure out how to cover it up in embarrassment is a rite of passage. And I'm weirdly sad you missed out on it. So, I'm offering to give you that experience."

"Out of the goodness of your heart?"

"Exactly. Because I am a kind, selfless, giving guy."

You pause for a moment, watching his face carefully.

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you laugh. "Show me what you've got, makeout king."

He chuckles at the nickname, but grabs your thighs to pull you closer. Benny plants a knee between your legs and leans over you, using a strong hand to hold onto your jaw. You tilt your head to the side, and brace yourself for his lips.

Instead, he takes his time. He noses up your neck, and then traces the path with the tip of his tongue. He blows onto your heated skin, making you shiver. Humming at your reaction, he leans in again, and connects his lips to the spot underneath your ear, kissing it softly.

"Benny," you breathe. "Don't tease."

"Whatever you want, baby."

Benny picks a spot on the side of your neck and sucks. When he's satisfied, he grazes his teeth over the mark, and uses his tongue to soothe the sting. Your eyes roll back, and you cant your hips into his knee between your legs.

You both lose yourself in the moment, chests heaving and breath panting. You separate yourselves to look at one another for a moment, neither of you breaking the gaze.

Suddenly, you burst into a fit of laughter, unable to stop it escaping. Within seconds, Benny joins you. Before you know it, you're both crying tears of joy, sides hurting and abs aching.

"Oh shit," you choke out between giggles. "How the fuck am I gonna cover this up?"

"That's half the fun, baby!"

"I hate you," you chuckle, smacking his side. "You're the worst."

"I love you too," he grins. "You're the best."

And when the rest of the guys ask what happened the next day, you and Benny discover that you make good improv partners. No one questions your elaborate story involving the couch and a runaway screwdriver. Benny winks at you cheekily, and you can't help but smile.

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The Bathroom. Frankie.

Repeated knocking at your front door breaks you out of your reality TV induced haze. You check your phone for the time. 8:34pm.

You swing it open to be met with the sight of Francisco Morales. He has Ava perched on his hip, fluffy pink backpack held in his other hand.

"Hey, you guys. You okay?"

"Hermosa, I'm so sorry for just dropping in with no warning. I have a favour to ask."

"Anything."

"Can I bathe Ava here? We're having some sort of plumbing emergency in our bathroom, and we can't get a guy out until tomorrow. I want her to have clean hair for when I take her back to her Mom's."

You wink at Ava, who sticks her tongue out at you cheekily. You mimic her and smile, glancing back to her Dad, who looks like the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders.

"Of course you can," you assure, reaching over to grab Ava from Frankie's arms. "Come on, baby girl. Let's get you clean!"

Frankie exhales a sigh of relief, and follows the two of you upstairs, locking the door behind him.

"Frank, did you bring shampoo and stuff, or shall we just use mine?"

He unzips the backpack and pulls out a couple of bottles.

"I have shampoo, and conditioner, but no body wash or anything."

You root around in your cabinet, finding a bottle with a label that contains words like sensitive and hypoallergenic.

"Vanilla and chamomile. Is that satisfactory for you, my princess?" you tease, grinning when Ava beams at you at the nickname.

You turn the water on and start to run the bath, trying to ignore the way you can feel Frankie's eyes on you as you bend over the tub.

"Bubbles, or no bubbles?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "Right. Stupid question."

"These tiles are hideous," Frankie says from behind you.

"Thank you, Frank. Appreciate it," you tease. "I'm gonna call a guy about getting it all retiled."

"What?"

"What?"

"Don't call a guy!"

"Why not?"

"I'll do it."

You look at him in confusion, before realising he's very serious.

"Do you... know how?"

"Hermosa, it's not rocket science. We can figure it out together."

You deliberate for a moment, looking at him carefully.

"Okay. As long as you don't mind?"

"Of course I don't."

You smile at him before leaving and disappearing downstairs for a minute, trusting Frankie to watch the water.

"Where did you go?" he asks on your return.

"I just put a towel in the dryer, so it's warm when she gets out of the tub."

Frankie steps over to you and cradles your face in his hands, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. He's always been good at that - saying so much without saying a word.

"Princesa, you need help?" you ask, laughing as she struggles, head stuck in her shirt.

Soon enough, Ava's sat happily in all the bubbles, splashing around in the warm water. You and Frankie sit on the floor next to the tub, legs tangled and bodies pressed together. You lean in and rest your head on his shoulder as he throws an arm around you.

"Thank you for this. Seriously. I don't know what we'd do without you."

"It's no problem, Frankie. I love seeing her. Wish I saw her more."

"Me too," he says quietly.

You look up at him, and grab his chin so he meets your eyes.

"You're a damn good Dad, Francisco Morales."

He goes to protest, but you cut him off.

"You are. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You're doing a good job. I mean, look at her. She's happy, she's healthy, she loves you so much. What more could you ask for?"

Frankie stares at you for a moment.

"You're right."

"Can I get that in writing?"

"Shut up," he laughs, dipping his hand into the bath water to splash you. You splash him back, and before you know it, the three of you are completely soaked. Completely happy.

You eventually get around to cleaning Ava's hair, shampooing and conditioning as carefully as you can. She loves the fact she gets to use your body wash, and slathers herself in it, making you both smile.

You wrap her in the dryer warm towel and sit her in your lap on the floor, rocking gently as she snuggles into your chest. Frankie pulls you both against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. The three of you sit for a while, peaceful and content.

"I know I don't tell you enough," Frankie murmurs. "But I love you."

"You tell me everyday, Frankie."

"I do?"

"You don't always have to say it out loud, but I know. The way you smile at me across a room, the way you always have one eye on me when we're in public, the way you trust me with Ava. You tell me you love me in a million different ways, every single day."

"I love you," he says again, surer this time.

"I love you. Both of you. So much."

When Ava falls asleep in both of your arms, you convince them to stay the night. The next day, she can't stop telling everyone about the best sleepover ever, with her Dad and her best friend.

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The Kitchen. Santiago.

You're completely in your own world. An upbeat, catchy melody hums from the radio and radiates around the room as you slide across the tiles in your socks. You grab your mixing bowl from the cabinet, picking up the bottle of vanilla extract too.

Your hips are swaying, head nodding, feet tapping along to the beat. The sunlight is beaming through the kitchen window, keeping the room bright and warm. There's flour covering every possible surface, sugar sprinkled over the counters. An array of bowls, cups and spoons litter the worktops - a visual representation of your efforts. You've barely even began baking, only just having measured your ingredients. You've set yourself up for an entire day of preparation, ready for the exciting occasion.

You're humming away to yourself, completely oblivious, when two hands plant themselves on your hips from behind. You shriek and throw your elbow backwards, connecting with the person's ribs. You spin around to face your attacker, only to be met with the sight of Santiago Garcia hunched over.

"Fuck!" he groans, clutching at his side.

"Shit! Santi, fuck. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Welcome home to me, I guess," he laughs breathlessly.

"Are you okay? Fuck, I'm so sorry, Santi. I thought you were an intruder or something. You're not supposed to be back until tomorrow!"

He smirks slowly, before winking at you.

"Surprise."

You finally calm your rapid heartbeat down enough to register what's happening. You grin at him, before running and jumping into his arms, holding onto him as tight as possible.

"I missed you so much," he breathes into your hair. "Four months is too long."

"I've been counting down the days," you whisper into his neck. "We all have."

He finally puts you down to take a good look at you.

"You look good, cariño. This dress is real pretty."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

He knows what.

"Looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You're just full of questions today, aren't you?"

He laughs, twinkle in his eye. The sun has kissed his skin while he's been away. He looks tanned, glowy, alive.

"Last time you looked at me like that, we ended up naked in your hot tub."

"Good times, huh?"

"I hate you," you chuckle, smacking him on the arm.

Santi looks around, and takes in the scene before him. Ingredients scattered, bowls full, oven preheated.

"What are you making, cariño?"

You survey the kitchen quickly before answering.

"Nothing."

He smiles, Cheshire cat style.

"Nothing? You've measured everything out. The oven is on."

You're trying to figure out a way to cover this up, to make up a lie as fast as possible, but it's no use. He can see right through you. You might as well be transparent when it comes to the boys.

"I'm making you a cake," you mutter quickly under your breath.

"What was that? Hmm?"

You roll your eyes and scoff, but give him what he wants.

"I'm making you a cake."

He looks genuinely surprised, gentle smile gracing his face.

"You are?"

"Yeah. I wanted to do something special for you coming home. Tomorrow."

"Sorry, cariño. I didn't know I was coming back early. Thought I'd make the most of it and surprise you."

"Well, now your surprise cake and your surprise party aren't a surprise anymore."

"There's a party too?"

"Shit."

The two of you laugh as he slings an arm around your shoulder.

"Thank you, cariño. You didn't have to do all this for me."

"I wanted to. I'm so excited that you're back, Santi. There's so much I've missed doing with you."

"I made a list."

"Of?"

"Of things I wanted to do with you when I got back. It's what kept me going - thinking of going to that lunch spot with the sandwiches we like, our annual road trip to Cali. It kept me sane."

You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean up and press your forehead to his, both of you exhaling. You stay tangled together for a long moment, enjoying each others long awaited company.

"You know what was on the top of my list, though?"

"What?"

"Painting your goddamn kitchen."

You laugh, pulling back to look at him incredulously.

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly. This colour is fucking awful."

"It's not that bad."

"It's terrible."

"Fine, fine! Whatever you want, Santi. You can paint my kitchen if that's what your heart desires."

"It is," he grins. "I can think of nothing I want more. We'll do it this weekend."

"Okay," you smile. "Now, about this cake..."

"Can I help you?"

"I can think of nothing I want more."

"I love you," he tells you, stroking a thumb across your cheekbone.

"I love you too. So much, Santi."

The two of you spend the afternoon baking Santiago's cake, singing and dancing around the kitchen. You turn a blind eye to him licking the spoon and sticking his fingers in the icing. You're just glad to have him back, annoying you again.

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The Bedroom. Will.

"Can you pass me that screwdriver please, honey?"

You would, but you can't take your eyes off the man currently kneeling on your bedroom floor. His chest is glistening with sweat, warm in the morning sun. The light illuminates the room in balmy hues of gold, shadows dancing across your faces.

You and Will agreed to dedicate today to building all of your flat pack furniture. You've been sleeping on the floor for weeks, and it's finally taken a toll on your back. So, Will showed up bright and early, ready to tackle your bed, dresser, nightstands, desk, and whatever else presented itself. You were barely awake, still in your pyjamas, sleep heavy in your veins. But the sight of Will, toolbox in hand and smile on his face? That's enough to motivate anyone to assemble furniture all day.

"Honey?"

"Shit, sorry. The green one?"

"Please."

He smirks at you like he's reading your dirty thoughts. He probably is, knowing him. If anyone you knew turned out to be telepathic, it'd be Will. You're convinced he was some sort of psychic in a past life.

"You okay over there?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You need a hand?"

"Come hold this up for me while I screw it in."

You shuffle over to sit next to him, leaning over to hold the piece he's gesturing towards. He's trying desperately not to look down your shirt, and you're trying desperately to ignore the way he smells like heaven.

"C'mere," he murmurs under his breath, scooting backwards so you can get closer to the bed frame. He grabs your hips and pulls you so you're sat between his legs, holding onto the wood steadily. He wraps his arms around you from behind and gets to drilling, placing the screws in perfect rows.

Every now and again, he stops to press a kiss into your hair, or onto your cheek. You smile every single time, heat creeping across your chest. He eventually changes his path, trailing the kisses down onto your neck, shoulders, back. You're breathing so heavily you wonder if you're about to pass out.

"I like this colour," he whispers into your ear.

It takes a moment for your mind to register what he said.

"...Hmm?"

"The colour on your walls. I like it."

"Oh," you murmur. "Santi helped me pick it. He was only gonna do the kitchen, but then we were on a roll, so we ended up painting every room in the house."

He chuckles, tightening his arms around you and encouraging you to relax. You lean back into him, resting your head on his firm shoulder.

"This place is really beautiful, you know," he says lowly. "It's so... you."

"Is that a good thing?"

"The best thing. Beautiful house for a beautiful girl."

"You're a smooth talker, Miller."

"I learned from the best."

The two of you sit intertwined for a while, reveling in the comfort the other person brings. After a while, Will speaks.

"Okay, strong girl, you wanna help me put the mattress onto it?"

You flex your biceps, making you both laugh.

"I mean, I could do it single handedly... but sure, I'll help you."

"That's my girl."

You both make light work of the mattress, picking it up and throwing it onto the frame effortlessly. Will helps you put on your sheets and pillows, standing back to admire his handiwork.

"We did a good job."

"You did a good job, Will. I just sat over there and stared at you the whole time."

"Thought I felt eyes on me," he laughs.

You don't know where it comes from, the sudden honesty. It creeps up your throat out of nowhere, clawing to escape.

"I'm always looking at you."

Will turns to look at you, confusion written across his face.

"No matter where we are, or what we're doing. The most interesting thing in the room is always you."

His features soften, gentle smile tugging at his lips. He strides towards you and cradles your face in his big hands.

"I love you," he tells you so sincerely it makes you want to cry.

"I love you, William Miller. My love for you is just so... overwhelming. Some days I just want to scream it from the rooftops. I don't know what else to do with it."

"Give it to me," he says without missing a beat.

"What?"

"All the love. Don't throw it into the abyss. Give it to me. I want it."

You grin at him, a bright, blinding thing. He reciprocates, before leaning down and smashing his lips to yours. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Your knees give out from the sheer love he's kissing you with, both of you tumbling to the floor.

You pull his shirt over his head, exposing his gorgeous, sun soaked skin. He's so broad it makes you clench your thighs together. He tugs your shirt off and throws it across the room, paying no mind to where it lands. The two of you don't separate your lips for more than a second.

He's rutting his hips into yours, the friction making you dizzy. You try and push his jeans down, fingers fumbling with the button. He takes pity on you and shoves them down himself, adding them to the pile of clothes scattered across the room.

Will wastes no time, throwing his boxers behind him and pulling your underwear down your legs. He pushes into you with effortless ease, both of you ready and eager. You unanimously groan in relief, panting rapidly. You claw at his shoulders, leaning up to connect your lips.

"I love you," he whispers against your mouth, hips gliding into yours.

"I love you," you gasp, resting your forehead against his. "I love you I love you I love you."

Will slides a hand down your body to rub quick circles between your legs, dipping his tongue into your mouth as he does it. He's swallowing your moans, licking the whines from your lips. He can't get over how sweet they taste.

"Come for me, honey. Give it to me, good girl. That's it. Atta girl."

You back arches off the floor, nails scratching down his back. Your vision goes white, stars clouding your view. Will groans, deep and low, spilling into you. You both ride out your highs while Will murmurs sweet sentiments into your ear, against your skin, into your mouth.

He collapses onto you, smothering you with his weight. You don't mind. Every part of your body is touching a part of his, and it still isn't close enough. It'll never be close enough. You could sew yourself into his ribcage, and you'd still want to be closer to his heart.

The only sounds that can be heard are two sets of heaving lungs. When you've snapped back to reality, you thread your fingers through his hair, scratching your nails across his scalp and smiling when he leans into your touch.

"Will?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Why did you just build me a bed, and then fuck me on the floor?"

He takes a moment to register what you've said, before breaking out into contagious laughter. He's vibrating against you, both of you high on each others company.

"I didn't even think," he wheezes. "Fuck, we're idiots."

"You can say that again," you chuckle. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Will rolls off and lies next to you, linking his fingers with yours.

"You ready to keep building?"

As much as you'd happily stay where you are forever, it would be nice to have actual furniture in your bedroom.

"Let's do it," you say as you sit up.

You scramble around for your clothes, both of you beaming at each other as you get dressed. You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him.

"I can't wait for you to move in."

He grins at you, pecking your lips.

"I can't wait either. Two more months and my lease is up. Then you're stuck with me forever, honey."

"I wouldn't say stuck. More like the luckiest girl in the world."

"Can I get that in writing?"

"Shut up," you laugh, grabbing the toolbox. "Let's build our furniture, shall we?"

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"You've made this place really beautiful, you guys."

"Beautiful house for a beautiful girl," Will grins at you across the table.

"Ugh, I hate when they do that," Benny complains.

"Do what?"

"Look at each other like that. It's like they're communicating through their minds, or something."

"We're silently talking about you, dipshit," Will teases, jabbing his brother in the side.

"Before the Millers kill each other, we bought you a present, hermosa. Think of it as a one year housewarming gift."

Frankie hands you a large rectangular parcel, wrapped carefully. You rip open the paper, discovering a large, ornate picture frame. In it, is your favourite picture in the world.

You and Will's first dance.

Frankie had taken the picture, unbeknownst to the two of you. You're both swaying to the music, arms wrapped around your husband's neck, completely lost in each other. Around you, the lights twinkle as your closest friends and family look on in awe.

"Frankie," you breathe. "Thank you. All of you. I love it so much."

"We thought you could hang it above your fireplace," Santiago offers. "In that big empty space."

"It's perfect," Will agrees.

"It's like the final piece of the puzzle," you whisper. "Now our home feels complete."

You trace your fingers over the frame, overwhelmed with adoration for the four boys staring back at you.

"I love you all," you tell them, glancing around the table. "So much."

"Love you, hermosa."

"Love you too, cariño."

"Love ya, baby!"

"I love you, honey."

The chorus makes you beam so bright, you're convinced your smile can be seen from space.

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Womanizer~ 01

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Haulitz x Fem!Reader

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"Wow that was amazing Tom." The girl flirty said next to the boy, he didn't even know who this girl was, but as long as she could please him it's enough for him.

Tom likes to think he doesn't care about love, if he could stick his dick in a girl real quick he was happy. He didn't care about dates, cuddles, or anything really.

It was just more convenient this way, he didn't have any responsibility that comes with relationships but still got the in his opinion the best thing out of it.

He stays quiet as he starts to get dressed again, "You're not gonna clean me up?" She asked confused and slightly hurt at his way of being.

"I have practice babe." He spoke, he looked over to the blond girl and smirked. "Gotta go now." She just nodded, looking down at her thighs that were covered in the fluids of sex.

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Y/n's POV.

"Must be love on the brain~ that's got me feeling this way. It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good and I can't get enough~ must be love on the, brain~"

The studio went silent for a second before clapping filled the other room, my eyes shot over to my band and manager.

"That might have been our best take yet! You did great Y/n/n!" Clair said running over to me. She quickly threw her arms around my neck hugging me.

I laughed hugging the girl back, "Couldn't be done without your beautiful song writing Clair." I said rubbing her back. The blue haired girl slightly pulled away but kept her arm around my shoulder keeping me in a side hug.

A hand appeared above me petting my head, "Great job." Adam said, his black curls hung in front of his eyes as he gave me a side smile. I nodded feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Where's Ben?" I asked looking at Clair, "He went to grab some food, we're ordering Y/F/F." I smiled big before nodding. "This albums gonna be amazing!"

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And Clair was right, our album ANTI went viral all over Germany and across the world.

Suddenly our 50 fans became thousands, it was scary at first. We got hate at first, but that soon was overshadowed by the amount of love and support we got from fans.

Everywhere where we went people seemed to know who "XO"  it was, strange, At first, being famous I mean.

We couldn't go out and eat without being asked for pics, we couldn't shop anymore without being recorded by paparazzi.

It was exhausting but also amazing! We got to see the world differently.

*^*^*

"Please welcome, XO!" The interviewer announced. Clair put her hand on my back, her black painted nails gently scratching my back to calm me down. I took a deep breath before we started walking to the couch as a group.

We all sat down, I sat next to Ben and Adam. "It's so nice to have you guys here." She began. "It's very nice to be here thank you." Adam said.

Ria, the interviewer, smiled at Adam before grabbing the cards that were next to her on the small wooden table, I looked over at Clair, her short hair suited her so good and you could really tell she was getting more confident.

Ben on the other hand was kinda of trembling under the pressure, he has told us before that if he didn't have us that he would've quit already. His dirty blond hair was long and shined in the lights from the stage we were sitting on.

Adam was the best group leader you could have, I'm glad we all decided that he should pull us through it. Without him we wouldn't have been here now. He's confident as well but in a good way, he knows what to say to us to get us to give it our fullest and I'm so incredibly grateful for that.

"So," Ria's voice ran through the mic, "Many fans want to know about you guys band name, why XO?" She asked looking at us.

Adam looked over at Clair giving her the word, "X stands for the men in the group and O for the women, it shows that being different and having different looks on things shouldn't be a bad thing." She said smiling, her dimples coming through so firmly.

Ria smiled and nodded, she flipped over to the next card and read over it quickly, "Y/n, we understand that you're the voice of XO, is there someone who you look up to that has inspired you to sing?" She asked.

I sat up a bit and nodded, a smile forming on my face, "I think that should be Tokio Hotel's Bill Kaulitz." I said, "He's my latest inspiration."

"So there's maybe room for a collab?" She said smirking.

"Well, I definitely hope so."

[kitscutie]

hey

nick nelson at a party realizes he likes yn after see she dances and enjoyful (english it’s not my first language sorry)

clear as day (nick nelson x fem!reader)

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝖾𝗅ꜱ𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀ꜱ: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!

ꜱ𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖺ꜱ ᖯ𝖾𝖾𝗇 ꜱ𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋ꜱ𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂ꜱ ꜱ𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺ꜱ 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅ꜱ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎ꜱ𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 ᖯ𝗈𝗒, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾'ꜱ 𝗇𝗈𝗍 ꜱ𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅ꜱ, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ᖯ𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺ꜱ𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄'ꜱ ꜱ𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺ꜱ 𝗂𝗍 𝗂ꜱ 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 ᖯ𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ᖯ𝗈𝗈𝗄ꜱ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ꜱ𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾ꜱ ᖯ𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅ꜱ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ᖯ𝗈𝗒ꜱ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂ꜱ ᖯ𝗂ꜱ𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 , 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺ᖯ𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 Ϲ𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺ꜱ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 ᖯ𝖾 ꜱ𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾. 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺ꜱ𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾ꜱ𝗍ꜱ 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇.

"Why do we even have to go to this party, you know how I feel about Harry!" You groaned as Imogen dragged you into the obnoxiously large hotel Harry had rented for his sixteenth birthday party.

The pair of you were waiting in dresses which were on dancing on the border of too short and a safe length, though you didn't care, too busy focusing on the fact that the cold and typically British air was encasing your bare legs.

"Just enjoy it, Y/N. We're lucky Nick even invited us! I heard only a quarter of the party is girls from Higgs." She exclaimed in excitement, squeezing your hand a bit tighter.

"I suppose." You shrugged, wrapping your arms around yourself as you joined the back of the queue, a small shiver running through your body.

Imogen sat in silence for a few moments before she seemingly couldn't keep her lips shut any longer. "So about Nick..." She blurted out, eyes looking at you widely in excitement.

"No." You cut her off, but the blush and smile on your cheeks and face gave away the fact that you couldn't be more infatuated with a boy if you tried.

Nick Nelson, where could you even start. The fact that he was an amazing person with a great personality meant a lot to begin with, but the fact that he remained such a good person while surrounded by so many not so good people made him stand out. Not to mention the fact that he looked like a literal god.

Every morning you and Imogen would stand by the Truham gates before leaving for Higgs and for those twenty five minutes, you admired him. The way the sun hit his hair and made it look sort of golden. Or the way his eyes resemble honey at a certain angle. Sure, it's all a bit cliché but you couldn't help it. He was perfect.

"Oh my god!" She squealed, jumping up and down. "You do like him, I knew it!" She added while you stood there hoping no one around you could hear.

"Don't get your hopes up Imogen, I'm quite confident he doesn't like me back." You smiled, though it was a sad one. Almost pitiful. Imogen frowned at you, perplexed.

"Why wouldn't he like you?" She asked.

"I just, I don't know. I don't exactly think I'm anyone's type. I'm awkward and hard to talk to according to Ben." You chuckled, avoiding her eyes as you saw them fill with sympathy.

"Ben's a complete and utter dick! I thought we knew this." She replied, hand once again grabbing your own. "Plus, Nick will be here tonight, flirt with him and test the waters." She added, eyebrows moving up and down with a smirk.

You didn't think you knew how to flirt, not really. Never tried and never thought you would. All the boys you knew were knobs, except Nick, he was different. But all the other girls would think the same and go for him too.

"Flirt? Have you ever met me?" You almost laughed. There was no chance you could flirt.

"Y/N. I know you might not feel it right this second, but you're one of the most beautiful girls I know and I couldn't be more serious when I say, if Nick doesn't see that it's a him problem, not a you one." She said, squeezing your hand once more before letting go in order to enter the party.

Coming from a girl like Imogen, that meant the world.

"Let's dance!" Imogen yelled as soon as you walked through the door. There was at least eight hundred kids in the hotel, seven hundred and thirty nine of which you could confidently say you don't know. It was incredibly daunting.

The lights were bright and neon strobes which quite literally filled the whole room. Flashes of the whole rainbow, it was amazing. "I hate to say it but Harry actually pulled it off." You said, voice in disbelief.

"More like the planners his parents hired but yeah, it's good." She chuckled, pulling you over to the drinks table which was mostly covered with cans of coke and J20 but there were a few alcoholic drinks, probably snuck in.

"This should get you in the mood for dancing." She winked, handing over a cup of coke mixed with quite literally, a splash of vodka, not enough to do anything but Imogen was cute in thinking it would help.

"Thanks." You replied, taking a sip before moving over to the dance floor with her. You saw a few faces you recognised thankfully. Tara and Darcy, the cutest couple. Sai, Otis and Christian who always seemed to be together. And lastly, Nick.

He was stood by himself tucked away in a dark corner. He didn't look too happy, eyes darting around the room for anyone to talk to, though he looked disappointing as everyone was enthralled in their own conversations.

You sympathised, often feeling that way when Imogen left you to flirt with a boy at a party, though she didn't do it often.

You were knocked out of your zone when Imogen grabbed your wrists, beginning to jump up and down, a big smile adorning her face as music blasted from the speakers. "This is my favourite song!" She squealed and you laughed, finally loosening up into dancing with the girl.

She spun you around as you spun her, never once noticing the eyes on you from across the room.

Nick.

He always knew you were special. Always felt that you looked at him as though he were the world, saw through his façade of the happy 'lads lad' that plays rugby and doesn't really know if Shakespeare was real or a character.

He wasn't like that, and you knew it.

His eyes softened as he watched you and Imogen jump around each other, feeling glad the two of you were friends so you always had someone to bring you out of your shell. He needed that, he thought.

You and him had never directly spoken which was weird seeing as he had invited not only Imogen but you as well to the party when asked. Maybe now was the time? He thought. Why did he even care?

Nicks eyes widened as he had a realisation. Did he like you? Not just like you in the way Harry Greene likes football but like you in the way Romeo likes Juliet.

He did. He definitely did.

He slowly felt all the small moments from the past couple of weeks add up to him. The blush on his cheeks when you and Imogen would arrive in the morning. The smile on his face whenever you were brough up in conversation. Or the incessant need to like an Instagram post if you were in it. It all made sense now.

He didn't know what was powering him but his feet began to move. Walking over sticky spilt drinks and tissues but never the less towards you.

The closer he got the more he admired the way you danced without a care in the world, hair flipping around, drink spilling over the edges but it all looked so perfect on you.

Just as he reached you the light shone down so perfectly, you in red and him in blue, it was purple. A purple spotlight as though your souls were already intertwined.

"Hi." He spoke breathlessly, nerves clear as day.

"Hi." You replied, the world going quiet behind you.

Nick Nelson was the one and it had never been so clear.

[musings-of-a-rose]

This idea is in my mind, I think since, I saw Triple Frontier, and it was Pedro's first work that, I watched, and was love at first sight.

The root of idea was something, like reader being the Millers' cousin, I think, it's too cliché for my taste, I don't mind, people like that way.

First, you can answer this question in private or message me. You don't care if reader is, like 26 or 27 years? I'm 27 years old, I know, it's a BIG age difference, I feel more comfortable reading stories that, the reader is in same age group as mine, 20 to 29 years old. I notice that, writers over thirty, they don't seem to enjoy writing with female readers in that age group.

Well, let's forget about Tinder, if they met at a coffee shop, several times, until she got nerve to ask him, if he wants to go to dinner as a date. But that's not idea. Now, we jump to about four years later, they live together and they have a little boy, I thought Nicholas, you can change, if you want a girl. It's Thanksgiving, one of her two older sisters tells them that, as their mother went away on a trip, she thought about inviting Ben and Wil too, so they could have dinner with them. While two play with little boy on porch, the Millers are watching three of them, Ben, even trying playing with three, as Nicholas is a little child, he gets shy. Her sister arrives with an old friend, reader doesn't remember her, having seen her, rarely in childhood. They notice that, her friend seems to have seen a ghost. The reader undoes that, she needs to get one blanket for Nicholas, she follows voices, down hall to living room. She listens to their conversation, she hears her sister commenting that, she suspected that, she knew Frankie, when her little sister introduced him to family, her friend said, that she was in love with him at school, they were a few years younger than him. She gets it all wrong, at dinner, everyone notices that, reader is grumpy about something, she just answers yes or no, when someone asks her something, even Ben jokes with her, but Wil defends her from his brother, Frankie hides his laugh. Nicholas looks chuckling, they notice, only he makes her giggle. When they get home, after her sister convinces her to leave Nicholas with her, two begin to argue about her sister's friend, Frankie said that, he knew her, through halls of school, however, he never knew anything about her feelings for him. Well, Frankie shows how he loves and desires her, in sex for them to make up.

Sorry, so many details, I can never not say more than I should, thank you very much, in advance. ❤️ Xxxx

Then and Now 

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f! Miller Cousin reader

Word Count: 1500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Sorry this took so long to get to! My brain is not operable on most days. This wasn’t beta’d and I changed a couple small details. I hope that’s ok!

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My cousin Benny dragging me to a coffeehouse in the middle of the day should’ve been uneventful. He wasn’t boring by any means, but something as routine as grabbing a cup of coffee should’ve just been a typical day.

Except today, I met my soul mate.

Frankie Morales, bff to my cousin in Delta Force, was waiting for us when we got there, his eyes bright and brown and his smile lighting up the entire room, an electric shock winding its way through my body with his soft but firm handshake. I’m not entirely sure what he talked about that day as I spent most of it just in awe of him. But apparently I said something he liked because he showed up the next few times that Benny and I went to grab coffee, which happened to be a few times within a week. 

I knew what Benny was doing, smirking between Frankie and I as I finally loosened up enough to start laughing and joking with him, sometimes turning the conversation to more serious topics. He seemed to hang on every word I said, as I did the same to him, but when it came time to leave, he’d turn pink and shake my hand, rubbing the back of his neck or lifting his cap to run fingers through his hair before departing. It would be 3 weeks before I worked up enough nerve to ask him to dinner.

And here we are, 4 years later with a 2 year old boy, Nicholas. 

My parent’s house was always busy during the holidays and this Thanksgiving was no exception. My mom had invited our cousins, Benny and Will, as their parents were out of town on some cruise and my older sisters were inviting boyfriends and friends. Benny and Will took to Nicholas quickly, playing and chasing him around as he squeals with laughter, my mom scolding Benny when he nearly knocks her over in the kitchen as he bolts after Nicholas. 

A knock on the door prompts my eldest sister to leave the madness of the kitchen. I have no idea how she heard it over the amount of sounds and squeals coming from Ben and Nic, but a few moments later, she walks back in the kitchen accompanied by her friend…I want to say..Grace? I vaguely remember her face from my childhood, never seeing her long enough before my sister would slam her bedroom door in my face or they’d both race out the front door and head off to wherever they had plans. 

“Everyone, this is Grace. Grace, this is everyone. You remember my sister-” Grace nods at me and I nod back politely. 

“-and her long term boyfriend, Frankie.”

All the color drains from Grace’s face when she looks at Frankie. A cry of “MOMMMA!” pulls me from this conversation and I’m forced to leave the kitchen to take care of a crying Nicholas, who had run head first into the bannister when trying to escape from Benny.

“ ‘m sorry! He just runs so fast I couldn’t grab him in time.”

I wave him off. “It’s ok, Ben. It’s nothing a fancy bandage won’t solve.”

I get Nicholas to the upstairs bathroom where it’s quieter and fish a superhero bandage from my purse. After cleaning the minor cut, I put on the bandage and Nicholas admires it in the mirror, laughing when Benny picks him up and hauls him away down the stairs. I take a few minutes to clean the area and just take in the lessened noise when I hear my sister speaking to Grace in the hallway. 

“Frankie has really grown up,” Grace speaks quietly to my sister.

“Mmhmm. So funny he ended up in the same unit with my cousins.”

“Yeah…you know, I had such a crush on him in high school.”

“Not a crush, Grace. You were in love with him!”

“Sshh! I mean…yeah I was but there’s no way he would’ve gone out with me. I was just a shy freshman and he was a senior.”

“Didn’t you used to doodle his name all over your notebook?”

“Shut up!”

Their voices grew louder and then fade away as they pass the bathroom and head back downstairs. What the fuck was that? Not only did Grace know Frankie, my Frankie, but she was in love with him? How come my sister never mentioned she knew Frankie from school? Were they friends?

I quickly finish cleaning and head back downstairs, intending on questioning my sister, but I was cut off by my mother shoving plates of food at me and telling me to set the table. Impossible to say no to, I take the plates from my mom and help her, everyone piling in for dinner shortly after. 

I’m quiet during dinner, trying to process everything I just heard. Why did Frankie never mention that he knew my sister in school? Was there something there? What about Grace?

After dinner, my mother and Nicholas team up and beg me to let him stay overnight, a Thanksgiving sleepover at Grandma’s. I have no energy to argue, my brain still overtaken with thoughts about life and so I give in. Nicholas already has a bag here and we can come get him in the morning. 

The ride home is quiet, Frankie chatting idly about the food and which pie he liked the best. I simply nod or make quiet noises, which eventually clues him in that I’m not fully listening.

“Are you ok, bonita?”

“Do you know Grace?”

He’s quiet a moment. “Grace?”

“My sister’s friend.”

“Oh, Grace. Yeah, I remember her from high school vaguely. I passed her in the halls a lot with your sister apparently.”

“How come you never mentioned knowing my sister?”

“I didn’t really. I never knew her name and I only passed them in the halls. Honestly, I never made the connection until tonight.”

“So you didn’t ever hook up or anything?”

Frankie laughs before he notices the look on my face. “You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“No! I never knew their names. Someone may have told me at one point but I don’t remember.”

“So you didn’t notice Grace was in love with you?”

“What?”

I tell him everything I overheard in the hall and a look of realization washes over Frankie.

“Is this why you’re upset?”

I say nothing.

“Bonita, that was high school. I had no idea who they were, let alone that one of them was in love with me. I was focused on other things and going into the army.”

“You promise?”

“I do.”

We arrive at the house and I hop out, Frankie following me into the house, closing the door and locking it behind him. Before I can turn around, his large hands grip my hips tightly as he pulls me back into his chest, his nose nudging my head to the side so he can speak in my ear. 

"You are the only one for me, bonita."

He starts to kiss that spot on my neck that instantly makes me go weak and I moan into him. A deep chuckle puffs over my neck before his hands start to roam, fingers walking their way across my skin. His fingers find the hem of my dress and slide under it, rough skin gliding up my thighs. My breathing speeds up and I know he notices, my suspicion confirmed when his fingers trail lightly over my underwear, making my thighs twitch. 

He says nothing but continues to kiss at my neck, suckhaed enough to leave a mark as he dips below my panties, fingers tracing up the seam of me. Swallowing my moans as his lips find mine, he finds my clit and starts to rub slow circles there, occasionally sliding down, inching closer and closer to my hole with each drag of his finger. Once he does, he breaks the kiss, his own puff of air coming out as he feels how wet I am for him.

Impatience overtakes us both and as I bend forward over the back of the couch, Frankie yanks my underwear down to my ankles, the sound of a zipper quickly following as he shuffles up against me. I feel him line up with me before he quickly thrusts inside, crying out with me in pleasure at his abrupt entrance. 

My hand shoots out and I grab at his hips, desperately trying to get him to move. He takes the hint and pulls out, pushing back in at a rough pace, pushing the couch across the floor slightly in time with his hips. Neither of us says a word, the room filling with the sounds of pleasure and sex. 

His hand moves back between my thighs and he touches me exactly how he knows I need him and I plunge over the edge, tightening around him as I cry out his name, stars erupting behind my vision. It doesn't take him long before he follows, his hips sputtering against my ass as he spills himself inside me. 

His fingers still grip my hips, his breaths starting to even out with mine as we both start to come back to reality. He pulls out of me and I feel him dripping down the inside of my thighs. But before I can move, he’s kissing me, his hands gently holding my face as his thumbs caress my cheeks. He pulls back and the amount of love I feel pouring out of him nearly overwhelms me.

“I love you, bonita. You’re the only one for me.”

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June 2023 Fic Rec List

Sorry, the list is so late this month and so short.

Besides being away on vacation, it has been very busy in my little world recently.

There are still plenty of amazing fics to read, though!

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~MCU~

The Best of You ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Steve Rogers x reader)

The Reason, The Answer ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader)

Through These Crazy Times ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: You and Clint have been keeping your new relationship a secret from the rest of the team, but a slip up leads to Clint deciding he doesn’t want to hide any more.

What You Gave Me ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Sam Wilson x Reader)

You Should'a Kissed Me ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes)

~RPF~

Teachable Moments ~ @impala-dreamer. Author’s Summary: After watching the latest episode of The Winchesters with their new cast, Y/N and Jensen keep the party going with Drake once the crowd leaves. Drinks are poured, old episodes are watched, and things get very interesting…

~Supernatural~

Babe I'm gonna leave you ~ @waywardbaby. Author's Summary: None (Reader x Dean; written from Reader’s POV.)

Bravery in the Depths ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Deep ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: Dean shows her more about pleasure than ‘deep’.

Hold Her Tight ~ @waywardbaby. Author's Summary: A story of a deep need to feel someone close to you

I'm Driving ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

Midnight Espresso ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.

Tell Me About... (No Summaries)

riding Dean late at night

Whole lotta love ~ @waywardbaby. Author's Summary: Sometimes getting left behind isn’t a bad thing! (Dean x Reader)

Yours to Hold ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Dean lives in a fantasy that isn’t that far from the truth. 

~The Boys~

Prey For Me ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Nothing’s worse than being chased through the woods by an all powerful supe… except, maybe, getting caught… (Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader)

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Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

~MCU~

Asteroids and Love ~ Author's Summary: It's movie night and while Y/N still has a lot of questions for Bucky, she'd rather put them aside and give him just a fraction of the love he deserves.

~Supernatural~

Just Wrong ~ Author’s Summary: John Winchester has a hard life and an even harder time keeping his mind off of young Y/N.

Slow Like Honey ~ Author's Summary: When Dean makes a deal with Michael, things go really well. Until they go really... really wrong...

When The Rivers Rise ~ Author’s Summary: Alone and unprepared, Y/N goes to collect Dean from the bar and convince him to come home. Sam says he has a cure, and she'll be damned if she doesn't at least try to get Dean on board...

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 19 & 20 ~ Author’s Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man.  A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

[unhingedhearties]

Sometimes A Photo Is Just A Photo

Erin and Ben are apparently back in Canada and were hanging out with Chris and his girlfriend/ fellow Hallmark actress.

Let's see how the infants handle it.

The "I'm Done With The Show" brigade is still stalking WCTH related posts.

"Damage Control". Boy, I hope a certain group of Hearties don't latch onto that phrase and repeat it over and over on this post like they tend to do when they can't come up with an independent thought.

This feels like it should be common sense, but don't ever "love" someone you've never met with "all your heart".

Oh look who it is. foxyinspiration right on cue to prove she doesn't have a thought in her head. Sadly I've already referenced the movie Screamers on this blog so I've got nothing besides hoping she ends up like Private Ross.

God forbid a woman do anything, right? Seriously, you're going to look at a photo where Ben's making a face like that but focus on Erin laughing "too hard".

Also, there are still people who don't believe Erin and Ben are a couple. Amazing.

37 freaking responses. Ugh… let's break these down. Without cheating, guess how many times they claim "damage control".

Private people are never allowed to go out with friends or show up in pictures on someone else's social media site. Are Chris and Julie actually private people or has the unhinged section of the Hearties fandom driven them to be more reserved and distant on social media? Just my opinion-thanks for your feedback though.

Some sanity prevails.

I try really hard to not make comments about people's grammar. I come from a large family of people who's first language isn't English. I learned English at a young age but it's still my second language. I get it. Having said that, what the hell are you trying to say? Also, judging by your profile picture, you're a middle aged woman. You are way too old to be speaking in hashtags. Grow up.

I don't know, maybe one of these two couples are new parents and have a small child at home that limits where/when/how they're able to go out? Maybe one of these two couples live in another country and only meet up when they have a movie that's filming near the other couple? Maybe… wait a minute. Hasn't Chris been in group pictures with Erin and the other actors? I don't obsess over the actor's personal lives so I don't know when he started dating Julie, but maybe they weren't together at the time so that's why she's not in those pictures. No that makes too much sense. Surely the reason Chris and Julie haven't been in a lot of photos with Erin and Ben is because… something to do with their character arcs from the last five seasons… but those seasons had different show runners… Look, none of this makes sense right now but I'll figure out a way to make it work. I'll start with my own conclusion and work backwards to justify it.

Stop making sense, you're upsetting the zoo animals!

Damn, I might be clairvoyant. markrymill said almost the same thing I said. Aaaaaaand of course she ignores all those points to accuse Erin of hiding comments. If Erin was actually wasting her time hiding comments, why are yours and all the other mindless parrots comments still visible? Maybe they got reported for being spam or harassment.

Say the line, Bart!

"a Governor's position that doesn't even exist in Canda!" Oh no! A historical inaccuracy in When Calls The Heart!? Wait, are we in favor of that or against it? Fans keep changing their opinion on that point. And like any of the people watching WCTH care about Canadian history. "Supposedly given a hero's arc yet he doesn't get the girl?" Women are just trophies for men to collect. Lucas is set up to maybe have an actual exciting storyline where his character does something for the greater good of society, but who cares. He didn't get the pretty decoration. It's amazing that these people will complain about the quality of the stories and writing but then say dumb stuff like this. Chris might have the chance to do something really good with his character besides look over a balcony and sip tea from a dainty cup but his own fans want to stop that.

Listen up Team Smooth-Brain. I want you to follow along so grab a safety pencil and a circle of paper: For this to have been set-up, Erin would have had to fly out to Canada, taking Ben with her. She would have then had to call up Chris and Julie, hope that neither of them were working that day, convince them to not only go out to lunch, but tell them to get a baby-sitter for their however many months old baby. Instead of picking a restaurant with decent lightning she picked this florescent nightmare for her staged photo. She then told everyone to smile, took the photo, and posted it to her Instagram page to… what exactly? What was her plan to control people's reactions? Because the people who are fine with WCTH were going to write the same generic "lol so cute to see you guys be friends" comments they were always going to write and the people who stomp their feet like toddlers who didn't get the toy they wanted were going to write the same "this is all fake damage control trying to control the narrative Chris is being forced at metaphorical gun point to smile in these photos" CSI bullshit they post on every one of her photos.

I hear Chris was offered a roll on a new show called Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies. He should quit WCTH and devote all of his time to that instead.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! :D

"they are trying to manipulate us again. Not gonna happen 😢" I didn't know Hallmark had MKUltra agents on their marketing team.

#AnyoneButNathan

I hope When Calls The Heart gets another show runner and I hope they break Elizabeth and Nathan up and pair Elizabeth with a woman. Any woman*. I hope this show keeps going for however many seasons it takes to get a lesbian relationship with a major character.

*Except Fiona or Faith because those two are destined to be together and you can't convince me otherwise.

"Erin you're posting too many Kevin photos. It's rubbing salt in the wounds of heart broken Lucabeth fans who have PTSD just like those people currently in warzones and it's totally not tone-deaf of us to say that." "Erin you're posting all these photos of Chris to try and manipulate us into watching the next season. It's very cruel and sadistic of you." "Erin you're not fooling anyone by posting both Chris and Kevin photos. We're not falling for your damage control."

[roxineedstosleep]

Headcanons for general yandere peter parker please.

Let's see… It gets interesting. Really interesting. Also, consider yourself the doggy of the gif... is a kind of spoiler alert.

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YANDERE PETER PARKER HEADCANONS:

Peter is a good boy, a sweet boy with the purest heart who would probably have his place reserved in the Vallhala from birth. Or well... before everything happened to him.

But, to be honest, I have an inner feeling, my sixth sense, that Peter has abandonment issues.

What, although for many years they did not come to the surface, probably all the traumas of his life as a vigilante managed to ignite them like a forest fire: a small spark in the wrong place and BOOM, a whole forest burned to the ground.

Let me elavorate a little bit better.

His parents left when he was very young, he barely remembers them; Uncle Ben died after a terrible accident and prevented them from having a proper goodbye. All he had left was Aunt May and Tony. See what I mean?

Tony is a great guy and always cared about Peter, but he already had terrible daddy issues, so he was also somewhat distant, something that exacerbated his abandonment issues from Peter (Tony would go away for long periods without telling him how he could get in touch with him or just listen to messages and not respond), and Aunt May can't promise him she'll be forever. Just be there for him to the best of her ability despite the difficulties.

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If we talk about Peter before the spider bite and the Spiderman thing:

He's a pretty sweet Yandere and almost unperceivable to you and others that he has some obsessive possessive tendency towards you. He himself wouldn't even know that he has a fixation on you.

He would be very attentive to what you do and what you say. But, purely on his own, you could say it's a reflex action. Every time you talk to him you are completely attentive to what he says and does. That's just being nice, isn't it?

Remember ALL the sweet things you did for him. Did you keep Flash from noticing his dirty shirt by throwing one of his notebooks in front of him? adorable Did you manage to slip him some styling gel and a comb for picture day? you're someone nice, Did you make him a birthday card with your favourite stickers, the kind your aunt gave you from Europe and are exclusive edition, and use them all over the surface? you're someone very thoughtful. How not to fall in love with you?

Talking to you is easy and difficult for him at the same time. Easy because he feels comfortable enough to talk about his favourite movies and all his science and technology related topics. Difficult because he doesn't want to bore you and make you leave him aside. He doesn't want to be alone again.

He accompanies you to the metro station so that you don't have to be alone during that little journey. He doesn't want you to leave him because of some kind of accident, but he also knows that you can handle yourself. But he doesn't stop being afraid for you.

Peter after his spider bite… that boy is something else:

He has more confidence in himself. He doesn't depend on his glasses anymore, he has more strength and well… (as Ned said) those muscles help anyone to have a better self-concept.

He likes that you don't treat him differently just because of that. Do you treat him the same? Oh god, he loses his mind knowing your soul is SO pure just by looking at his insides. aren't you cute?

But, as he notices all those changes, he notices all the dangers even more strongly. How could he not realise that you were surrounded by so many dangerous things? How could he allow it?

Then, in spite of yourself, it sticks to you like a tick. Which, frankly, would be a more appropriate name for him. Tick Man.

He won't leave you alone for any reason. Want to see the new candy stand outside the school? He won't let go of your hand the whole way there and back. That you had to go to the laundromat and do laundry? No problem, he won't hesitate to carry all the laundry baskets from your house there and back. You had a meeting with your club (favourite hobby) at the end of the day? Good thing he also has things to do in the school lab and can keep you company when you get home. It's ok,he is with you, you'll not be alone anymore.

As you can tell, he gets VERY paranoid about bad things happening to you. and now that he has the ability to protect you… he'll do everything he can to make sure nothing happens to you if he can help it.

He wants you to be safe all the time, he doesn't want to see you sick or leave without saying goodbye. To be abandoned by you would break - no, it would tear his heart out.

So he watches and protects you from near, like Peter, and far, like Spider-Man.

[eevylynn]

PLS let’s talk about the modern day Marauders fandom. The only good thing I like about it is the diversity in fancasting but even then there’s still weird ageism against women from other women, like why is the 35 year old woman from 10 years ago too old but not the 42 year old man, Emily?

Sorry, I didn't respond until now. It's been a busy week, and this is the first time I got on my computer in order to answer asks.

I've been a fan of the Marauders for 22 years. That's the majority of my life, and I know that my years in the fandom is even older than many that are currently in the Marauders fandom, so I'm probably considered ancient to many of them.

I say this as a warning because this is probably going to be a long one, so strap in

I didn't even realize that they changed the actress for Lily. I'm not surprised though considering most of the modern Marauders fandom has pushed her out completely in favor of 2 characters that have never interacted in canon. Aka James and Regulus

Did they probably interact back in the day? Yes, but it doesn't change what I said.

I'm all for mlm. Just look at my blog for even a moment and it's obvious, but this big push in the last 10 years to give their favorite marauders big, dramatic gay romances and pushing out the amazing women that they 100% loved has always been a pet peeve. (Not to mention the amount of characterization that is CONSTANTLY ignored, making entirely different characters all together) However, ship and let ship has always been a policy for me, so whatever..

It just bugs me that these boys had such a loving brotherhood, but the fandom puts too much emphasis on romantic relationships (because we all love the smut) that they forget just how important their platonic relationships were to the entire plot of the story. Gods forbid men be allowed to show affection to each other the way women regularly do without there having to be something romantic between them.

That was an unexpected rant...sorry.

Anyway, it amuses me that they still refer to Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, and Aaron Taylor-Johnson as "Young Marauders", yet they are all in their 30s and 40s. Ben Barnes is officially older than Gary Oldman was when he was cast as Sirius. Andrew is the same age that David Thewlis was when he was cast as Remus.

Don't even get me started on the casting of Aaron Taylor-Johnson. I, personally, have never actually had him as my fancast when reading fics. James and Lily fancasting have always been more personal ones that change with my mood..probably because I really am such a Jily shipper.

It's honestly been so long since I even tried looking at Marauders' stuff that I'm not up to date with any other fancasting. Sorry..

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tl/dr: The modern marauders fandom has become very misogynistic over the years, pushing amazing women out; they ignore much of the characterization of the characters they claim to love, and they put too much focus on romantic relationships over platonic ones.

[stocious]

ben, carl & the pack, let's go.

ben: remember how i was supposed to pick up the dog today? carl: aw, where's the ba- ben, opening the trunk:🙂

after a while the boys get the very strong feeling halloween might be actually possessed. everyone still loves him.

baz and carl love to watch those "let me change your entire style" shows. and the great bake off. ben joins them for golden girls marathons when the weather changes in october.

ginger snap's a very trusty sports partner, he goes swimming with ben and running with carl. but he'll also steal their pancakes.

ben & tony are one heart and soul. ben's sad? no, dad, play something on the kalimba, it'll help. (carl taught him, actually, because he noticed it.)

carl, out of breath and exasperated: why are you and dirty in the goat pen. AGAIN. ben: he's a CATTLE dog, carl, i don't want him to get DEPRESSED.

carl: walking in on ben and machete. carl: what the FUCK are you trying to teach him now. ben: ... law.

ben, trying to coax jims, who has had bad staircase experiences due to his gangly limbs. down to go for a walk. carl: just carry him- ben: he can DO THIS, just give him TIME- carl: you've been at this for FIVE HOURS.

carl: does mini carl really need a massage pillo- ben: he's not AGGRESSIVE, he's ANXIOUS, this HELPS.

snickers loves whipped cream. carl feeds him when ben doesn't look. don't tell the others, but he's carl's favourite.

firecrotch has many opinions about the pack's diet. ben: 🥺 carl: babe, NO, the dogs CAN'T have burgers every night.

carl: did you let van damme hang out with the neighbour's shepherd again? ben: yeah, they're besties :3 carl: honey, our dog's a mafia leader.

seagal just wants cuddles. he's also a cockblock for his dads.

SO MANY PUPPERS IN MY ASK 🥰 and carl + ben + puppers adventures? you truly are a treat nosho!

-halloween IS called halloween after all. maybe he's always been a little possessed? but you're right, everyone still loves him!

-do you think baz knows that trick? i think he does. that's the only tick carl has taught any of the dogs. because golden girls.

-GO GINGER! HE'S FAST AS FUCK BOI. he loves running and swimming and fetch and zoomies and!!! you can always count on ginger snap to be your work out partner. we love him for it.

-tony is the best emotional support pupper in all the land. he gets the big sad. he will cuddle with you and lay in bed all day if you need it. but he'll also encourage you to get up eventually. he's a good boi. (they all are)

-dirty loves all his friends in all the shapes and sizes. he loves the goats though. they're his favorite.

-chettie making shady deals AND knowing law? is he the evil villian in the pup pack? machete pleads the fifth to that question.

-OH NO JIMS. poor baby. you can do it! we have treats and pets and cuddles down here! i believe in you slim jimmy! maybe he needs tony for emotional support?

-MINI CARL DOES INDEED NEED A NECK MASSAGE. big carl is just jealous. it's okay big carl, you can have a neck massage after mini carl is done (never).

-snickers likes 'em sweet. carl has all the treats. carl is snickers favorite too.

-no burgers? how about a tasty stake? no? but he makes such convincing paw geastures!

-everyone thinks machete is the evil genious. but no, it's van damme. he has all the neighbourhood doggies running deals for him and he just sits back and gets his cut. he's smart like that.

-he's always sneaking his way into the bed, smack dab in the middle. on his back. slobering all over the sheets. but he's a cutie so that's okay. if he happens to cockblock, that sounds like a carl and ben problem for going at it in HIS bed.

[wisefoxluminary]

Hi, I have a bizarre headcanon involving Stranger Things and it has a surprise crossover with the boys. We know that Steve's Parents are a mystery within the show, as Steve only vaguely acknowledges his parents and says there never around or there for him. It's been implied that Steve has an unhealthy relationship with his father, as in season three, his father had forced him to work at Scoops Ahoy over the summer after his college application failed. Now, here's where the crossover with The Boys come in. My theory/headcanon right now is that Soldier Boy is secretly Steve's dad. Here's parallels in both shows that secretly prove this -

Soldier Boy's father treated him as a disappointment, with Benjamin viewing his true son Homelander as "weak, snivelling" and "starving for attention". Ben grew up with a rich family and was forced by his own father to attend boarding school. This fits perfectly with Steve Harrington's situation as he grew up in a rich family, his father alongside his mother rarely present due to work committments. Steve has a tense and unhealthy relationship with his father, prove of this is when Steve is unable to get into college and is sent to work in Scoops Ahoy as punishment by his father, just like Soldier Boy's own father sent him away. He wanted to teach him discipline. It's logical that Benjamin would treat his own son the same way, just like he treated Homelander. Steve describes his dad as a "Grade-A Asshole", which Benjamin obviously is.

"my douchebag dad is trying to teach me a lesson”

"It's a shame that I've missed so much. I wish I could've raised you and taught you, father to son."

Soldier Boy fought in World War II, just like Steve's grandfather was perceived to have done in an essay he wrote to apply for college. See Stranger Things S2 EP1: MAD MAX for reference. It's possible that Steve believed Benjamin was his grandfather at that time, when in reality - it was actually his father.

In flashbacks, it is shown that Soldier Boy is against drugs and is seen as publicly against them, with the reality being that he was an addict himself. This connects to the fact that when Steve was drugged by the Russians, he tells Dustin that he doesn't do drugs, only marijuana. This implies that Soldier Boy may have questioned his son's drug use at some point, when Steve was only just smoking.

"How many times, dad. I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana"

"Real heroes don't do drugs"

"If taking drugs is uncool, I must be the most uncool motherfucker in the planet!"

Soldier Boy fought against the Soviets during the cold war just like Steve dealt with Russians in season three. Benjamin was also experimented on and held captive for years by the Russians, just like when Steve was tortured by the Russians in the underground base.

Soldier Boy was around during the 1980s, the decade which Stranger Things was set in so it could be possible he was around for him during that time. Steve was born in 1966, a decade where Soldier Boy had performing several black ops missions for the U.S. Government. It could be possible that Benjamin could have happened to have been in Hawkins, Indiana and may have had a secret child during that time. I'm unsure as to who the mother could be, so that can remain a mystery for now.

In the show, Soldier Boy is perceived to be a spoiled brat and is a douchebag who treats others cruelly for most of season three. Steve had been privileged to a spoiled life due to growing up in a wealthy household, being a douchebag just like his father for most of season 1. This could fit in with Steve trying to follow in his father's footsteps, using the fact that his father is a superhero to attain popular status at school. It's possible that Steve could be aware of Benjamin's superhero status and was brushed off to the side by his father as he had a lack of care for him. The justification for people not mentioning Soldier Boy or any other superhero that exists is because it's a small town and I'm sure no one gives a shit about superheroes at that time. Steve having a redemption arc in later seasons is in contrast with his father, who doesn't change and remains a douchebag.

"Everything that people tell you is important. Everything that people say you should care about. It's all just bullshit. But I guess, you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?"

"Maybe if I'd raised you I could've made you better. And not some weak, sniveling p*ssy, starved for attention. But there's no fixing that now."

I know this is a stretch/quite left field, but this is only my personal headcanon. What are your thoughts on this? I have watched Stranger Things but not the Boys, so tell me if the facts about Soldier Boy here are correct. I got a lot of hate for this the last time I posted it, so be kind and friendly when you see this post. Thank you.

Sources: The Boys wiki, Google, Stranger Things wiki

[axolotlbottle]

❝Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained❞ - Jonathan Harnisch

Samuel "Junior" Sunglint

This is Junior! He's my oc that is the son of BenxSally, but in my universe ✨️ In this version, Ben & Sally knew each other since middle school, (maybe became more aquainted in highschool, and then went in to be college sweethearts) grew up, got married & had 3 children 💕 Junior being the youngest of the bunch. I absolutely love Ben x sally, so it was fun to design one of their children! (My friend designed the older two) Also, I imagine that if Sally grew up, she would be a sweet elementary school teacher & ben would have been some sort of early-internet wiz & programmer! ༉‧₊˚✧

ⓘ NOTE: BEN/SALLY do not belong to us, obviously. Therefore, our children for them are not canon to ben/sally's original lore (canon in me & my besties universe though) nor should be taken as such. Sally belongs to @la-mishi-mish & Ben belongs to Alex Hall. We will not in any shape or form claim their parents to be our own characters. 💚💖.

He looks identical to his mother, Sally & loved her dearly (he especially loved it when she made cute outfits for his stuffed frog walter) . Though he is a HUGE daddy's boy, hence being very clingy onto his father, Ben. ( Ben spoils him in return.) He didn't get along with his older siblings. His older brother Benji was stuck up indoors playing videogames & his older sister preferred staying indoors with her dolls & such. Junior is the only child who despised being stuck inside 24/7 and loved the outdoors as his second home. He often got ganged up on by them, but he had his parents to back him up lol.

Yes, unfortunately, Junior is deceased. His other family members' whereabouts are unknown to him. Unbeknownst to him & the outside world, all of them are deceased except his older brother, Benji, who has been missing since [REDACTED].

I would NOT call nor refer to him as a ghost-child. He isn't vengeful, nor does he "haunt" the location he died at. He rarely appears in a ghostly/undead form. Being trapped as a "spirit" is depressing & he has mourned greatly. But luckily he found comfort in being able to "live" in an environment he loves. He resides in a cabin at an undisclosed location, where all his trinkets & belongings mysteriously appeared there. He continues to collect trinkets & his hobbies, having hope the spirits of his parents will find him one day. If other alive hikers / travelers come by, he typically ignores them or "dissappears." He's still very much new to being a "spirit" after all, he can barely understand the quirks of it being a child and all :P. He doesn't like to interact with others like him either. The most he can do is levitate, but that freaks him out so he rarely does it!!

I associate the crowcore aesthetic with him very much. And also the song "Ends of the earth" by lord Huron.

I found a cute art style on Pinterest and wanted to recreate it with Junior , and I think I did a decent job.

I also posted this on Instagram but had to limit it because instagram has too many limits on their posts. However I did add some vids there that I associated with Junior!! Regardless, this is all I have for now. I just wanted to share it here to get a lot of info out there. Thank you if you have read this far :).

[pbandparker]

Please like this post for a starter or some plotting with your friendly neighbor-hood menace, PETER!

[moneymasnn]

One where your just a normal uni student who is dating mason you go to his latest game to find out a few ig models have been gifted tickets (which they have tonight) and they have mason set in their sights. He sees you after the match and knows something is wrong so you explain and he makes it known it’s you he wants

You Make Me Human| Mason Mount

fluff fluff fluff (I haven't proof read so plz don't judge<3)

Burb: Basically explained in there request but, Y/n feels insecure after coming to terms with the fact she doesn't to compare to the models that are after her boyfriend, but not only does mason reassure her, he opens up about how any silly model could never compare to her in his eyes.

notes: I loved writing this! and also IM BACK I haven't posted anything for weeks, but I forgot how much writing for you guys helps my mental health! thank you for all the notes and follows and anyone that just supports, you guys will never know how much appreciate it. Corny lol.

Warnings: none just lots of mason fluff <3

You were sat in a Chelsea blue stadium chair, somewhere you found yourself most days you had off. Wrapped up in a thick puffer coat with one of masons old jerseys underneath, not that anyone could see it, but you considered it a good luck charm. You felt the most happiest watching the little blue dot that was mason run around a pitch for 90 minutes, you felt as though you could watch him play for hours and never get bored.

It was a normal Thursday, you probably should be a home finishing your university work, but you wanted to take a break and be anywhere where mason was.

Although, your attention would usually set on the match in-front of you, you couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous women in front of you. They were taking photos of each other in their Chelsea merchandise for what looking like their social medias, paying no attention to the game below, just their phones.

You usually dont pay attention to these things, but when one of them started talking about how she was going to sleep with the mason mount at this party after the match, you felt the blood boil in your veins.

Once the match had ended you and your sister, who had came to keep you company, made you way down to the family room where you sipped some free wine and waited for the team to get change and come join you. The thing is about the family room was it was less of a family room and more like a vip room.

You had noticed the girls from earlier in the corner with their tight leggings and rolled up Chelsea shirts showing their belly buttons and hour glass figures. There was no doubt you felt insecure around them, mason could have many of these pretty models but he settled for a dyslexic, broke, uni student.

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you even listening to me?” your sister said, clicking her finger in your face.

You wasn’t listening, your eyes were set on the girl who had “mount” and “19” on her back.

“Yeah, I am, sorry. What was you saying?” You turn your attention to your sister.

“Don’t worry, wasn’t anything interesting anyway.” She had turned so she was now standing next to you instead of in front of you, her eyes catching what had previously held captive of yours.

You watched as she thinned her eyes, glaring at the model. “Some girls have no respect, honestly. A tenner says she starts making tik tok dances in front of everyone with no shame in the next 10 minutes.”

You giggle at her comment, starting to feel slight more relaxed as you downed your free wine. You then notice some of the boys walk though the door.

“Well masons here now.” Says your sister as she notices a few of the boys walk in.

“Oh no, he won’t come in yet. He’s always the last one out, he likes to spend time on his hair.” You laugh with your sister as you patiently waited foe your boyfriend.

About 15 minutes later mason and Ben pile though the doors together, laughing loudly at something one of them had said, and it must have been really funny because the smile on masons face could light up a room. He hadn’t noticed you yet, but you watched as his eyes scanned the room for what was no doubt, you.

Once his eyes met more his pupils dilated and the sides of his mouth tugged upwards. However his smile was immediately stolen when he saw the sour look on your face, you thought you had hidden your jealousy a bit better, but obviously not.

You had been with Mason for 10 months and in that's short time Mason could read you like a book, he knew you better than you knew your self. To him you were predictable, but he felt a slight shock in the centre of his heart when he saw your face, immediately telling him something was wrong.

You once again downed you second glass of wine, causing a break in eye contact for you and mason. And when you looked back up again you saw one of the models had made her way up to your boyfriend. Her hand was on his bicep as she extravagantly laughed at whatever he was saying.

“I need another glass” you turn to your sister.

“Are you sure? You’ve already had two-“ she tuts as her eyes flicker from mason to you. “Look at him, he has no interest in those girls. What. So. Ever. Stop being insecure, because it’s you that gets to take the sexy footballer home tonight”.

You grimace at the fact she had just referred to your boyfriend as “the sexy footballer” but in no doubt she was right.

Your eyes move back to where mason was previously standing but he wasn’t there anymore.

“I’m gonna go look for-“ you turn to your sister to say, but you stop when you find what you was looking for is right next to you.

“For me?” Mason grins, as he screws back on the lid to his water bottle.

His arms warp around you as he kisses the top of your head, he could tell you was being stiff and then he knew something was definitely wrong.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing”

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me”

You didn’t have time to reply before a couple girls come over to talk to mason. You sisters eyes widened as she immediately realises what’s going to happen here.

“Hey mase, are you coming out for drinks with us?”

She has some stupid little child voice on, you wanted nothing more than to punch her, not only for calling him ‘mase’ but for the guts on her to place her hand back on his bicep as she twirls her hair in her other hand.

“Probably not, sorry” mason jerks back, freeing his arm from her grip.

“Oh come on macey, it will be fun” she smiles.

“Yeah Macey, why don’t you go have some fun?” You couldn’t help yourself, you had said it then stormed off. You head mason call you name from behind you but you carried on walking.

The plan was to just grab your sister, who had some how slipped away from you, and go. You wanted to be any where other then in this room.

When you spotted your sister she was with ben, since when did she know ben?

You walked over, refusing to make eye contact with either of the pair. “We’re going.”

“What?” Her and ben both said in sync.

“Why? You said we were staying for the after party?” She winned.

“Yeah, well, plans change. Get your shit were going.”

“Y/n? What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything” you reply, with an emphasis’ on the ‘I’.

“Can you just hurry up, I really want to leave” you look at you sister with pleading eyes.

She just hums and starts to put her coat on, “Can I erm, maybe get your number?” Mumbles Ben to your sister.

“What?” you say, looking ben up and down with daggers.

“Yeah of corse” you sister glares at you as she pulls her phone out.

“Oh this is not happening right now” you mumble and place you fingers on your temples.

You knew it was about time mason was going to find you, it wasn’t like this room was a maze.

“Y/n? What was that?” Asks mason as he comes to a halt next to you.

"Great" you mumble with straight lips, while you stare down you sister who is currently passing her phone to ben. Doing everything in your power to avoid creating eye contact with mason.

"Y/n?, please talk to me." mason calmly says as he grabs your arm to turn you to face him.

You could feel the gazes from ben and your sister, but your could also feel all the gazes of the gorgeous models staring at your boyfriend.

"I just want to go home-"

"Why?" mason interrupts you.

"I don't feel well." you cross your arms and stare down at the floor.

"If this is about that girl, I was never going out for dirinks I have no idea why she even said that."

"Mase, I just want to go home." you stare into your boyfriends confused eyes.

"Thats not fair y/n"

"Mase!" you scream out as his grip on your arm tightens as he's pulling you out of the crowded room and into a quiet hall way.

You sigh as you place your back up agains the wall, you don't think you can handle it anymore. You're nothing other than a in debt uni student, you don't compare to any of these models that want to be with your boyfriend.

"Whats this about then? come on then. Tell me." mason beacons you to reason with him.

You lift your back up from the wall as you stand straight, prepared to see your relationship crumble at the hands of your own insecurities.

"You really want to know? Mason just hums in response.

"Fine. I feel- I feel like there's so much pressure on me all the time, mason. Being your- being 'thee mason mounts' girlfriend is hard, Im constantly being compared to these really really pretty women, that might I add would literally fall too these knees for you-"

"And?"

"And, my point is. I don't get it ,mase. I don't get what you see in me when there's so many better options." but once again your cut off by mason.

"What you don't get is that you're what I want, y/n/n. You literally just said it yourself, I could have any of them models in there, sure. But the thing is, they don't want me, they want 'mason mount'. All of them girls in there just like the idea of being a wag, and all the publicity and attention it brings them. Them girls you're comparing yourself too, they just want to sleep with me so they can use me to social climb."

Mason takes a long breath before getting ready to say something else.

"You know, you're the first girl who hasn't looked at me like a piece of meat. You don't see 'mason mount' you see me y/n, and that's why I am so so so in love with you. You're the first girl who Ive looked at and though, "yeah, mums going to love her". And you're the only girl I've ever looked at and though ' yeah, I'm going to marry her one day'."

You couldn't see mason anymore because your vision was blurred with your tears, you hadn't realised mason made you cry until you felt the salty taste hit your lips.

"Y/n, I really want to have you in my life for as long as your have me, because- because you make me feel human."

Mason walks forward and places one of his hands on your palm, intertwining your fingers. He uses his other hand to wipe away a falling tear before placing it firmly around your waist. You lent forward to place your forehead on his.

"I love you y/n/n"

"I love you more. Mase, I'm really sorry, I hope you know I'm not going anywhere" you giggle with a few sniffles.

"I'm never letting you go anywhere."

You both stood like that for a few moments, in each-others embrace.

"mase"

"yes, my sweet"

"You make me feel human too" you pecked his lips as you both hummed a smile into each others lips.

Masterlist

[helaintoloki]

Hey! 🥰✨ Here I am with the detailed request.

I was imagining a scenario where (as usually) sparrow Ben is pretty mean with everyone from the umbrella team, including the reader. He believes he dislikes her like he dislikes the others, until they get into a dangerous situation where he doesn't hesitate saving the reader. Afterwards he's pretty confused about this, and later the reader would thank him. I think I'll leave it up to you after this.

Thank you so much again🥰 Have a nice day!

a/n: omg hi love, many apologies for the wait but hopefully you enjoy it!

warnings: language, slight angst, fluff if you squint, a little over 1k in length

summary: all it takes is one near death experience for Ben to see you in a new light

None of this made any sense — not that anything ever really did, but this was different. Years of training, a life centered around building strength and endurance, everything he could have ever needed to defend himself against any threat was at his disposal, and yet in spite of it all Ben still found himself here with you.

He didn’t know your story and he didn’t care; you had arrived with the group of strangers claiming to be his family, and when Reginald had declared you to be the enemy Ben didn’t hesitate to give you the cold shoulder. You weren’t his friend, and nothing you said or did would convince him otherwise. So what if you claimed to be a long lost love from another life? He felt nothing for you, and that wasn’t going to change.

You were persistent though, he had to give you that. Following his trail like a lost puppy you tried every angle you could to worm your way into the black hole in his chest that he called a heart, but nothing seemed to work. Couldn’t you see he wanted nothing to do with your little mind games? How did he know your little stories were reliable anyway? It didn’t matter to him that he had once loved you in another timeline and was still capable of doing so if he just gave you a chance, you weren’t a Sparrow, so you weren’t his to worry about. Ben Hargreeves didn’t do love, he’d never believed in it and never would, and you were crazy if you thought you could change that.

Still, he couldn’t escape you no matter how hard he tried, and so he found himself begrudgingly letting you tag along on his walk through the city. Allowing you to cling to his side was easier than trying to brush you off, but that didn’t mean he wanted you around. Sure, you were the first person in ages to see past his hard exterior, and maybe you did care about his thoughts and his feelings instead of his pretty boy status, and it was possible that he enjoyed the smell of your hair and the twinkle in your eye that appeared every time you recounted an old memory with the “other” Ben, but that didn’t mean he liked you any better than he liked the other Umbrellas. You were the enemy here, and Ben made sure to remind himself of it constantly.

“Could you please just stop and look at me?” You plead with him for what must be the hundredth time since your arrival. Your fingers grip tightly at the sleeve of his jacket and your eyes hold a sense of desperation, and though he masks it as annoyance the Sparrow can’t ignore the pang of guilt that settles in his stomach at the sight of your helplessness.

“What do you want from me? I’ve already told you, I’m not your little boyfriend,” he scowls whilst prying your fingers off of him. “Don’t think that just because I let you follow me around we’re suddenly friends.”

“I just want you to listen to me. I know you’re not my Ben, but you’re the only person that can help me get him back,” you try to explain to no avail.

“Your Ben was weak, and so is the rest of your team. You want to get home? Figure it out yourselves.”

“Fine,” you say hoarsely, frustration present in your tone, “but can you just tell me one thing?”

“What now?” Ben retorts in annoyance.

“Can you honestly say that you feel nothing when you look at me?” You utter crestfallen, hanging onto your last shred of hope.

His features soften before he can stop them as he looks upon your broken figure. Maybe it’s cruel of him to think so, but the dewy eyed look you wear as you try your best to keep your tears at bay is breathtaking. His fingertips itch uncomfortably as he holds back from reaching out to you. What does he feel when he looks at you? Is it truly hatred, or is it resentment of what you represent? The life he could have lived, what could have been if things had been different, if someone had been around to love him like you had — he’d done everything he could here to be number one only to fall short every single time, and yet the version of him that had been too meek and too ashamed of his powers had come on top by scoring you.

He opens his mouth to speak, to spew whatever words come to mind first, but then his eyes spot the dark figure amongst the crowd and suddenly there’s no time for words as Ben pulls you into his chest and yanks you onto the ground before rolling you both out of the way of the onslaught of bullets that rain down where you had been standing just mere seconds ago. Nearby pedestrians scramble to safety, and Ben uses the frenzied stampede as cover to pick you up off the ground and sprint out of the way.

“What the hell was that?!” You sputter frantically, clinging onto Ben and looking over his shoulder in search of the assailant. Whoever it was, they’re nowhere in sight, but you know they must be close by.

“How the hell should I know?!” Ben shouts back, clutching your body tightly to his chest as he ducks behind a nearby car. Using one hand, Ben yanks the door open and tosses you into the passenger’s seat before sliding across to reach the driver’s side.

“Ben, this isn’t our car!”

“That’s the least of our problems right now,” Ben retorts exasperated. “I need you to do the finger thing.”

“Finger thing?”

“The zappy finger thing you do to your Number Two when he annoys you,” Ben explains impatiently. “Use your powers to start the car because I don’t have the keys!”

“Because it’s not our car!” You cry exasperated before slamming your hand down on the dashboard and emitting enough electricity to get the engine going. The minute it starts Ben is stepping on the gas and speeding down the street to get you both as far as possible. What just happened back there?

It takes sometime before Ben is sure no one is following you and is able to slow the car down to a steady pace down the road; the drive is quiet and tense, and neither of you really know what to say.

He could have just left you. You were standing right in front of him before the bullets were fired, he could have just let you take the hit and hightailed it out of there. He had been wanting to get rid of you and the opportunity to have someone else do the dirty work for him was right there, and yet when danger presented itself his first instinct was to protect you. He saved you when he didn’t have to, when he swore he wanted nothing to do with you — why?

You’re not looking when he chances a glance over at you, your tired eyes casted out the window watching the sun begin to set over the city streets. Your words echoed in his mind: “Can you honestly say that you feel nothing when you look at me?”

No, he couldn’t.

Minutes pass by torturously slow before Ben finally pulls off to the side of the road and stops the car. Confused, you look to the Sparrow with furrowed brows and apprehension on your face. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, simply staring down contemplatively at the wheel in an almost anxious manner.

“Are you okay?” Your meek voice asks. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t a good idea at all, but never before had he felt so strongly about another person, so he had to try.

“I need you to tell me everything about your Ben.”

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Monthly Fic Recs ~ June

It's been a busy month for me, but I took some time to read whenever I could. The list includes everything from comfort to filthy smut.

I have been trying to branch out a little bit, so while most of the fics below are from the Supernatural fandom, there are still plenty of other options to choose from.

Alright, so let's get to it. Here's what I read in June.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

All fics are from the SPN fandom unless otherwise noted.

~Drabbles~

Imagine... Promising Dean You Won't Let Go ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader)

Tease ~ @waywardnerd67. Author's Summary: While out working a case, Dean receives a special text from his girlfriend.

Who, What, Where? ask game ~ @stusbunker

Dirty Talk (Dean x Reader)

Tell Me About... ~ @impala-dreamer

Not Normal (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

Hurt/Comfort Drabbles ~ @trexrambling

“hey, hey, hey, it's okay… it's okay. you're okay.“ prompt (Dean x Reader)

~Ficlets~

What He Doesn't Say ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: When Dean learns that you’re sick, he drives all night to get to you.

~One-shots~

It's Just A Spark ~ @waynes-multiverse. Author's Summary: When Dean gets into the usual trouble, he doesn’t necessarily expect to meet someone unusual. Y/N’s an enigma he can’t seem to shine a light on, leaving him to wonder if there’s such a thing as meeting someone twice.

No Title ~ @littlegreenplasticsoldier. Author's Summary: None (Dean x MOC!Reader)

Don't Mess With Witches ~ @eevvvaa. Author's Summary: On a witch hunt, Dean is willing to be bait. What could go wrong?

Just You and Me ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N finds it hard to see herself the way Dean does and sometimes, her nerves get the better of her

Be Okay ~ @wearywinchester. Author's Summary: When a hunt doesn’t go to plan, you’re there to pick up the pieces.

A New World Record ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Drunken ideas aren’t always the best, but with Dean, you know there’ll never be a shortage of fun…

The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: This isn’t the first time Y/N’s done Jensen’s hair for a shoot, but there’s something about this shoot that’s making things pretty rough for her.

Who's Blushing Now? ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Six months after getting together the first time, can Y/N and Jensen define what they are to each other?

It's All For You ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, all Y/N wants is to make Dean feel better. Will he let her?

~Series~

Had a Bad Day/Hole in my Soul-Chapter 2 ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Maybe it wasn’t just once.

Best Laid Plans-Chapter 10 ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Wedding planner rom-com fic but Jensen is our leading man. Y/N is a wedding planner, hired to plan the wedding of the mean girl bully that made her life hell back at school. But who’s that guy over there, in the Impala from that show she likes?

~The Boys~

Indivisible ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: Where did Ben go after Legend’s and before visiting Countess’ sanctuary?

Imagine Being Soldier Boy's Girl ~ @winchest09. Author's Summary: None (Drabble) Soldier Boy x Reader

~MCU~

Remnants of a Life ~ @bi-disaster-yn. Author's Summary: Bucky has the chance to get some of his possessions from his life in the 40s back but he needs his wife there to face it with him.

~Top Gun~

Under The Radar-Part 1: Leave 'em Hanging ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake “Hangman” Seresin never loses. That is until he sets his sights on the one target that might bring him to his knees.

Under The Radar-Part 2: The Fall ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake has proven he’s an asshole; you shouldn’t be surprised when he proves it again at graduation. But at least graduating means you’ll be free of him, or does it?

~DC~

Home Is Where The Heart Is ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: When Superman died, Martha lost her son and her home. A friendly neighbor, Sage, took her in and cared for her when she got sick. Clark makes a difficult decision to return home to the Kent farm after breaking up with Lois. Can Sage convince him it was the right decision? Can he show her that running from her past isn’t her only option?

~Miscellaneous~

Not Just Another Face In The Crowd ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Things get a little steamy backstage after you catch his eye during the convention… (Any Male Celeb x Fem!Reader)

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Maybe a Peter Parker x older brother (or sibling) reader where reader was the escape victim of a violent serial killer (I guess like Hannibal) and is now one of the most famous painters and authors but also trained Peter self defense (martial arts) but also psychology. "Why are you teaching me this?" "I don't want you to end up hurt." i totally get if you don't wanna do this, have a nice day. But also a munchkin cat is basically the cat version of the corgi.

A/n: I looked up a munchkin cat, and I just wanna say, anyone who tells me fun animal facts, you're officially my kid, I'm adopting you. Doesn't matter I will now die for you

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Peter Parker x Sibling reader

Y/n: Your name

N/n: Nickname

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Talking about past trauma, overprotective sibling reader, Y/n been through some shit, they just wanna make sure Peter’s okay, cussing

Word count: 710

When Y/n was younger, they’d always wanted to be an artist, to spread beauty through the world.

When they were younger, and Peter, Y/n’s little brother was born their creativity increased, always wanting to be the reason their brother was smiling.

Y/n could clearly remember Peter’s tears the day they had left for college, a prestigious art school they’d been able to attend for the fact of getting a full ride. Tears had been shed that day, Peter holding onto them with every ounce of his strength, begging for his older sibling to stay.

Y/n had to leave but promised to be back soon. They had kept that promise, coming home every winter and summer break, calling Peter weekly to talk to the little rascal.

Then the most horrifying night of Y/n’s life happened. They’d been on the way home from their shitty retail job when they’d been knocked out.

To put it simply that time in captivity had been a horrifying experience, scarring them physically and mentally. They’d woken up a week later in a local hospital, May, Ben and Peter surrounding their bed.

After that they went back home to Queens, PTSD from the situation to intense to handle on their own, so they stayed with their family. During that time they had began writing a biography of their life, deciding it would be a good way to get all of the negative emotions out.

Y/n had never expected to publish the book, let alone it be so popular. That had thrown them into the spotlight, so they decided while they were in the spotlight to work on their true passions.

They began painting again, selling their creations for money and eventually Y/n was able to sell to an art gallery and painting became the only income they needed.

Time flew by and they had moved into their own apartment, seeing Peter almost every day, the boy swinging by before he had school.

When Peter came to Y/n with the confession of being Spider-man, the older child had immediately began teaching him martial arts, having learned after they had been attacked.

Y/n was a hard ass on Peter, making the boy get up early and train so he could keep his body in shape.

While they taught Peter how to defend himself, they also taught him how to mentally defend himself. How to pick up on someone lying, manipulation and many other topics.

One day the siblings were laying side by side on a training mat, chests heaving from the exhausting work out.

“Why are you teaching me all of this N/n?” Peter asked meekly, looking over to his H/c haired sibling, eyebrows furrowed.

Y/n gave Peter a soft smile, the look in their eyes far away.

“I don’t want you to ever go through any of the shit I did Petey.” Y/n replied, turning their eyes to face the ceiling.

“I’m Spider-man, I can defend myself.” Peter argued childishly, eyebrows furrowed as Y/n sat up.

“I thought the same thing Peter, and then I got kidnapped and went through the most traumatic thing you can think of. I’d rather you be prepared.” Y/n snapped, sighing as their E/c eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows pulling together.

“I’m sorry Peter, I shouldn’t have snapped. I can’t bear the idea of you getting hurt, this is my own way of protecting you.” They explained quietly, head bowed down, a small sigh leaving their lips.

Peter grabbed Y/n’s hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Thank you, N/n., I’m sorry that I was being an asshole.” His cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment at the outburst he had.

“It’s alright kiddo, why don’t I make us some breakfast and you tell me about school?” Y/n offered, standing up gracefully. They held their hand out for Peter, pulling him up easily as the two walked together to the kitchen.

Y/n would never forget the horrors of the past, but they could damn well make sure Peter never went through the same shit.