#pls request more for Joe i need something to do

[bi-the-way-132]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x reader oneshot where reader and their toddler daughter surprise visit Joe on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody?

Surprise!

Summary: after getting a text from Rami saying Joe needed a bit of a pick me up on set, you come to the rescue with your three year-old daughter at hand.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word count:

Warnings: fluff fluff fluffff

Requested?: yes! by @borhapgirlforlife19

Please do not copy, rewrite, or translate onto another site. Permission will not be given if requested.

Light pierced the sweet darkness of slumber as the bed shook rapidly.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Wake upppppppppp!" Skylar yelled.

You let out a small groan and attempted to toss the three year-old onto Joe. It's too early to deal with children.

"What was that for, Mommy?" She giggled.

You peaked through the slits of your eyelids, causing Skylar to laugh. Where's Joe? You retracted the blankets and all the warmth that came with them and pulled them to the other end of the bed then sat up, and pulled the small child onto your lap.

"I thought your daddy was here, that's what." You replied with a scratchy morning voice.

"Where's daddy?" Sky questioned, tilting her head.

"He must've gone to work." You yawned.

"Without saying anything?!" The toddler exclaimed.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden outburst. "I know! It's crazy!" You replied, trying to copy her enthusiasm.

"So crazy!" She copied, playing with your messy hair. "Mommy, you need to wash your hair."

"Maybe we should go get ready." You suggested.

"Maybe we should." Sky nodded, sliding off the bed. "Come on, mommy. You need to get pretty."

I laughed at her remark and followed her into the bathroom.

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After brushing both yours and Skylar's teeth and hair, putting Sky in a purple sparkly dress - per her request, and sending her to your bed with an iPad, you finally had the change to choose your outfit for the day. You wandered into the closet, asking yourself how you want to appear to the world today. You skimmed through your various shirts and none of them peaked any interest. Your eyes lit up as you glanced at all of Joe's shirts. Smirking, you grabbed one of his many white tee-shirts and red bomber jacket. Pulling both of them on, the scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils. You sighed and smiled to yourself while images of Joe wearing this exact outfit popped into your head.

While reminiscing the past before Skylar was born, a shrill voice calling your name pulled me back to reality. You trudged back towards the bed to see Sky poking at the screen of your phone.

"Mommy, someone texted you." She said, holding up the phone for your to take.

The screen lit up with a picture of Joe and Skylar playing at the park and a text from Rami. It read, "Hate to bother you, but Joe seems to be in a slump today. If you have time, I bet he'd appreciate it if you stopped by with Sky."

You quickly began typing out my reply. "I'd love to bring Sky in! What time would be best?"

Rami began typing on the other end and said, "Whatever works best for you. I'll let you know when our break is over."

"Perfect! We'll be there soon." You sent, turning off my phone.

"D'you wanna go on a field trip to daddy's work today, baby?" You asked Skylar.

She looked at you excitedly and nodded her head. You giggled and picked her up, carrying her downstairs to get ready for our little adventure. You packed the diaper bag full of all the necessities for you and Skylar with a couple treats for Joe. After filling a water bottle for yourself and a sippy cup for Sky, you put both your shoes on and you were out the door. How you managed to get out of the house that quickly is a mystery. But then again, you'd do anything to give Joe a pick-me-up.

By the time you arrived at the lot, you received a text from Rami saying their break had just ended. you silently cursed to yourself and pulled towards the gate that leads into the parking lot. You handed the security guard your ID through the window, leading Skylar to roll down her window and wave brightly. Damn Joe for teaching her how to roll down the window. The guard handed you the ID and explained the rules of being on set during filming.

"You might be allowed into the studio they're filming in depending on whatever they're shooting. Other than that, tell anyone you see that you were invited on set and they can tell you where to go if you get lost or if you end up somewhere you shouldn't be." He explained.

"All right, thank you!" You grinned, shifting the car into drive and pulling into an open parking spot.

Before hopping out of the car, you unlocked your phone and sent Rami a quick message letting him know you'd just arrived. You headed around the trunk of the car and pulled Skylar out of her booster seat, setting her down to wander, but not before telling her to stay close. You slung your bag onto your shoulders and grabbed Sky's small hand, heading in the direction of the studio. A few crew members passed you and shot a smile at you and your daughter. One in particular, recognized you from when you had first visited the set.

"(y/n), what're you doing here with Sky?" He said, kneeling down to the three year-old's level.

"Dave!" Skylar said, jumping into his arms.

He rubbed her amber hair, leading her to squeal with delight.

"We wanted to go on a field trip to visit daddy. Right, Sky?" You replied.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, turning around and grinning at me.

"Well, that sounds like a lot of fun, you two! Want me to take you to the studio?" Dave asked.

"That would be great, thanks." I said.

Because Skylar refused to leave Dave's arms, he carried her while you followed behind. The two of them were peas in a pod when they first met. It was towards the beginning of filming, and Joe wanted to introduce me and Sky to the rest of the cast and some of the crew. After meeting Ben, Gwiylm, Lucy, Aidan, and a few others, Sky was exhausted. Joe was holding her in his arms, trying to keep her awake but failing miserably. Dave approached us and explained how he watched his younger siblings all the time when he was a teen, and how he was good with kids and keeping them awake till their nap time. Joe and you exchanged a look before agreeing to let him play withy our daughter.

He instantly pulled out a small rubber duck from his pocket and spoke to Skylar in a high pitched and raspy voice. She giggled as she leaned back into Joe. Dave waved the duck around in the air, eventually making quaking noises as it softly collided with her stomach. This caused her to break out into a fit of laughter, and hold her stomach where the duck had made contact. It continued on till Skylar was practically crying from laughing so hard. Dave was right; he was good about keeping little kids awake.

He lead you to a door on on a large building labeled "A27" and swiped his key card against a censor to the left. He put a finger up to his lips, motioning for the two of you to be quiet. Sky mimicked him while we walked into the building. The sound of Ben's voice filled your ears, and your eye's lit up.

"I put my heart and soul into this song." Ben said, reciting his line.

"No one is disputing that." Joe said in an English accent.

Skylar turned and looked at you with wide eyes upon hearing her fathers voice.

"And you don't like it, because you want your songs on the album." Ben replied.

"It's not that, Roger." Joe commented, being cut off by Ben.

"Then what is it?" Ben testified.

"I'm In Love With My Car." Gwiylm stated.

The three of you stepped on set behind the cameras in this moment to see the three boys sitting in a room that appeared to be a kitchen.

Ben shot Gwil a questioning look which signaled for him to continue.

"Maybe it's not strong enough?" Gwil acknowledged.

"What does that even mean, 'not strong enough'?" Ben said cockily.

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Rami said, walking into the scene with a coffee cup in hand.

"Discussing Roger's car song." Joe answered.

"Is it strong enough? that's all I'm asking." Gwil informed. "If I'm on my own here, then I apologize."

"How does your new song go then, hm?" Ben replied, picking up a piece of paper off the counter.

Skylar reached her hands towards you, asking to be switched from Dave's arms to yours. As quietly as you could, you took the toddler into your arms and gently kissed her forehead.

"When my hand's on your grease gun..." Gwil recited from the lyrics in front of him. "That's very subtle, isn't it."

"It's a metaphor, Brian." Ben replied angrily.

"It's just a bit weird, Roger. What exactly are you doing with that car?" Joe chuckled.

"Children, please. We could all murder each other... but then who would be left to record this album?" Rami butted in.

"Statistically speaking, most bands don't fail; they break up." Joe stated.

"Mommy, why does daddy sound and look so funny?" Skylar giggled into your ear.

"That's the character he's playing, baby." You whispered back.

"Why the hell would you say something like that?" Rami questioned, leading Joe to shrug. "Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen."

"You know why you're angry, Roger?" Gwil continued.

"Why?" Ben scoffed.

"'Cause you know your song isn't strong enough." Gwil stated.

Ben nodded for a second before picking up a handful of bacon from a skillet and throwing it at Gwil. "Is that strong enough?"

Rami walked out of the scene while Ben continued to throw a fit. Ben continued his rampage and picked up the coffee machine, threatening to throw it at Gwil. Before he could though, both Joe and Gwil stopped him by saying, "Not the coffee machine!"

The director yelled cut and everyone on set relaxed. The boys on set laughed for a second and Rami reappeared. You turned to Skylar and set her down, telling her to run up to her daddy. She nodded enthusiastically and practically leaped out of your arms. You watched as she weaved in and out of the crowd, eager to get to her dad. Once she was out of the sea of people, she scanned for Joe and when she found him, everyone within a mile of your location knew. She let out a shill squeal and threw herself at Joe. He caught her with a smile on his face and an ounce of confusion. He glanced at all of the faces till he found you, and you returned his gaze with a small smile and wave. You looked down and found your way towards the two and greeted Joe with a hug and a kiss to his cheek.

"When'd you two get here?" He questioned, a grin on his face.

"Not too long ago. Rami texted and said you needed a little pick me up." I explained.

Joe glanced around for his friend, sending him a playful glare once he found him.

"I love you guys." He said, placing a kiss on Skylar's forehead and one on your lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you two."

[taintedcigs]

✦ STRESS RELIEF | steve harrington x f. reader ✦

wc: 1k+

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! swearing, bj, or*l (male receiving), nicknames (sweetheart, baby, princess, etc.), praises!! lots of praises! vv soft!dom!steve, sub!reader, kind of aftercare!! 18+ ONLY!!!

summary: you help steve relax after a long day at work.

authors note: this was a little thought of mine that somehow turned into a 1k fic it is still short tho!! i did not proof-read this im v sorry for being so lazy. i do not like the pics they don't match BUT look how fucking DREAMY joe looks in a suit omfg, also PLS PLS leave some feedback they r my joy and hope!! and feel free to COME TALK TO ME IN ASKS, OR SEND ME A PM!! okay that's it enjoy!! mwah xo, em💌

you knew steve had a long day at work.

as soon as he came home he was seated on the couch, huffing as he mumbled something about how bad his day was.

his face was scrunched up, you could see that he was visibly stressed, it killed you to see him like this, and you were willing to do anything to cheer him up.

so, you offered to help him relax, and steve nodded mindlessly at that, thinking that you were going to give him a massage or something, he relaxed his shoulders, and his head was still filled with a lot of thoughts about work.

but as soon as you dropped down on your knees in front of him, your soft hands slowly parting his thighs, his thoughts disappeared immediately and his mouth almost drooled at the sight.

you, on your knees, as you looked up at him with a mischievous smirk plastered on your face, it was now etched into his brain forever.

he couldn't help but let out a relaxed sigh, his mind fuzzy when you helped him get rid of his pants, along with his boxers.

when his soft cock faced you, you wasted no time lazily pressing kisses at his pink tip, giving it kitten licks as you rested your hands on his thighs, giving them a massage.

soon with your hands fondling his balls, steve grunted softly, his eyes curiously watching you as pre-cum leaked out of his slit, you were quick to collect it with your thumb, making a show of it as you put your finger in your mouth, slowly licking it off while you remain eye contact with him, pretty noises escaping from your lips.

steve groaned lowly at your movements, his eyes rolling back in his head, blood rushing to his cock immediately. 'jesus, baby, you're gonna be the fuckin' death of me.' he mumbled huskily, making your lips twitch into a light smirk.

his cock twitched at the thought of your wet, warm mouth, and he was getting eager. 'had such a long day, sweetheart, need that warm mouth of yours...' he whined, and you were more than ready to oblige his request, your lips were quick to wrap around his cock, as he threw his head back in pleasure.

's-shit, baby, takin' me so fuckin' well.' he praised, mumbling and your mouth slowly sank down on his hardened cock, his breathing ragged as he fisted your hair in his hands.

'j-just like that sweetheart, such, a good fuckin' girl for me, yea?' he hummed and pushed your head lower on him, your muffled moans when you taste him were enough to bring him over the edge.

'not gonna last long, if you keep doing that- fuck.' he cursed as your lips were stretching around his cock, his groans getting louder now that the warmth of your mouth had engulfed him.

he buried his hands in your hair as he watched you take him in your mouth fully, his moans grew louder at the sight in front of him.

you, looking up at him, all doe-eyed, as your lips were wrapped around his length, he enjoyed fucking your face, his hips thrusting forward roughly as he watched his cock disappear slowly into your mouth.

when his tip hit the back of your throat, you gagged around him, the whimpers you made as you cried around his cock were enough to make him grunt loudly, he was in awe of how ethereal you are.

your hands are quick to replace the rest of him that doesn't fit into your mouth. 'fuuuck, mhmm, just like that, princess.' he praises, and you sink down faster on his length, enjoying the way steve's huge cock is stretching your throat as his groans are getting louder.

'i'm gonna cum, princess.' steve can't handle it anymore, the sight of you, the most beautiful girl, on your knees, innocently looking up at him, your mascara smudged, and your eyes pooling with tears.

your pretty lips wrapped around his length, drooling as you gag on his cock, saliva dripping down from your lips to your cleavage, and steve almost growls, wanting to lick and suck on your pretty tits.

the sounds you make as you are slobbering and choking on his cock make his eyes roll in the back of his head and he's sure he is in heaven, and he's sure that you are so fucking good to him, and so fucking perfect.

his hands grab a fistful of your hair as he starts fucking your face harder, his animalistic growls and the sound of his skin slapping against your mouth filling the room.

'mmpf, such a good fuckin' girl, gonna coat that pretty little throat with my cum, yea?' his hips jerk into your mouth faster now and you whimper around him.

'you want that pretty baby?' he asks almost mockingly, knowing you can't answer when your mouth is full, and you nod immediately, your moans muffled by his cock.

and with that, he lets out a loud groan, rope after rope of his warm cum coating your throat. 'fuuuck, take it all baby.' he instructs as you can feel him twitch in your mouth.

'take all of my fuckin' cum, princess.' you can feel his thighs shudder, and feel him fill your throat.

his hands are soft as they stroke your hair, steve's head is thrown back as he is riding out his orgasm, and you try to collect all of his load.

when you do, you stick your tongue out at him, showing you have lapped up all of his juices. steve gives you a slight smirk, praising you.

you swallow every drop, and you make sure to lick up any of his cum that might have spilled and a proud smirk is plastered upon steve's face. 'such a good girl for me.' he murmurs as he eyes you.

when his cock softens inside of your mouth, you pull your lips off of his length, making a popping sound as you grin up at him.

'are you relaxed now, stevie?' you ask giggly, and he pulls you up to his lap, nodding eagerly.

'for now, princess.' he presses a kiss to your lips, soft but still very needy, you whine when he breaks the kiss.

'i might need to use this to relax more.' he pinches your clit.

[joenotexotic99]

Hello Doll! New fan here! You're so precious! 🥰 we NEED pt 2 of BoB "Sleeping with them for the first time", my request: Speirs, Toye, Eugene, Webster, Buck. AND pls wrote more Lovetropes! I've read it so many times, that I can quote from memory! xoxo

A/n this might be dirtier than pt1. Will do a pt 2 of love tropes ofc. Lmk if you have some people in mind for that

<3

-this is a work of fiction based on the actors portrayal only. Every ounce of respect to the real heros-

Warning: NSFW, plain sinful smut. Lots of language. Minors dni

Masterlist

Ronald Speirs

- this man will change your whole perspective of sex afterwards. You've both been pinning each other for a while and decide to go on a date. Yet the whole time you both have been practically removing each other's clothes with your eyes. Lingering touches, flirty behavior. Lets just say that you didn't quite make it through all the courses before Speirs asked for the check. You make it back to his place before he immediately kisses you. You start removing clothes while grabbing and feeling any skin you can both get your hands on. He turns you around to unzip your dress, taking it off your figure. He spun you back around to pick you up and set you down on the kitchen counter. You remove his belt and tug at his pants and boxers until the both of you are head to toe naked. He gives you a looks off 'are you sure' you nod yes before he lifts you legs up and fucks you. Praise after praise, surface after surface. It's a wild ride.

"Fuck you feel so good you know that princess?"

Joe toye

-he's sweet and spontaneous. It's a similar experience to George luz where it happens after a few dates. It starts slow, careful almost. But eventually you melt under him. He kisses you harder, Backs you to a wall. You remove each other's shirts. His hands unclips your bra. He makes hickies after hickies up and down your neck. He picks you up and brings you to the bedroom. Kisses down to your skirt to take that off as well. This man would love to praise you. And his voice!? He will mutter the most downright bad into your ears. He could make you come from just that alone. I feel like he's big on moaning you know. Your make him feel so good he's going to let you know that. Will do anything you ask him to do. You want him to touch you. He's instantly rubbing your clit, you want him to suck you Titts, he'll do that too. Fuck you harder and faster. He'll break the mattress. Will make you finish at least twice. Once on his cock. Then he'll clean you up with his tongue. But he is sooo sweet with the after care.

"God I wish you could see yourself right now doll. Getting fucked properly"

Eugene roe

-he's honestly a little nervous. He doesn't want to hurt you. It starts back at your place. Some wine after a good home cooked dinner. The alcohol helps with confidence. It's slow and passionate. He would be completely fine with kissing you for hours on end. But you've had one too many dirty dreams about this man so it's now or never. Eugene will be so great with foreplay. Makes you feel worshiped like no man has ever made you feel before. Always checking to make sure you're ok. When it gets time to really dance if you know what I mean he's super scared that something is going to go wrong. This poor man. You are so worked up from his touch that you have to tell him to just shut up and fuck you. It's like a switch goes off in his head. And the only thing he can suddenly think of is you. He fucks you until the only thing you can think of, only thing you can scream is his name. He robs you of every last breath in your lungs. It's dirty, passionate, sweaty and oh so good. Best God damn orgasm of your life. When you both finish and clean up. He definitely raps you up in his arms.

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"Giving me the best dick of my life"

David Webster

-HERE ME OUT! One bed trope. But it's not at a hotel or anything. You head to his place, have dinner, watch a movie, whatever. Oh no it's dark and raining. How about you stay the night? Oh crap this is a one bed apartment. You get the point. He offers you the bed and he'll sleep on the couch but you say that's silly and to just share the bed. Webster already had a huge crush on you so his ears turn a bright red, but how can he turn down the offer to share a bed with you? You get ready and both go to bed. It's awkward at first until he breaks the silence with one of those deep questions and you start talking for hours. One thing leads to another and he's on top of you. He kisses you until you lose your mind. You run your hands up his bare chest until you reach the stubble on his face. You slowly remove each article of clothing on the both of you. The air is thick and warm. Can you imagine how feral this man will go if you praise him. This man just wants some love ok? He asks you how sure you are about this, not wanting to cross any boundaries. You agree enthusiastically. You tug at his hair. Run your hands down his back. He kisses your neck, holds your waist. He's so gentle with aftercare too. From here on out you stay the night more often.

"Just like that web don't stop, so good, you're so good"

"Fuck sweetheart you're gunna make me come"

Buck Compton

-I know this is sorta cliché but fire sex. It's around the holidays. It's cold, snowing and dark outside. Inside it's warm, cozy and comfortable. You are still in puppy love faze. It's sweet. You are both on the couch blanket on top. Fire crackling. Buck reading you a book. You have thought about it a lot, sex. Yet you've never really got there. Steamy makeout sessions. Been there and done that. But it hasn't made it farther than that. But gooood you want it to. Your hands wander over him. Getting more and more close south each time. You rub his thigh, testing the waters. You can tell he notices by how his adams apple moves. You slowly undo his belt as he continues to read the book. He lets you pull his jeans down and slowly remove him from his boxers. You move your hand tauntingly slow. Not moving any faster in hopes of riling him up. He puts the book down and pulls you up to his lips. He removes your shirt and bra. Flips you over to remove your pants and underwear. He's sweet and confident in each move he makes. He kisses up and down your inner thigh until he finally makes it to the center. He gives you a taste of your own medicine. Slowly keeping you on edge with his tongue until you beg him to fuck you. And he does just that. It's better than you could have ever imagined.

"For fucks sake buck if you don't get up here and dick me down"

[lizzieislife94x]

Damn It! (e.o)

Requested <3

LizzieG!PxFem Reader

Another update for yall 😇 assssssss always requests are open my loves.

Lizzies POV:

I groan and rub my templates as my extremely attractive new assistant trip's sending the coffees flying this girl can't do anything right I only hired her because I wanna have her "I'm sorry I'm so sorry miss olsen ill get it cleaned and get some more im so sorry" she panics making me look at her god she's so fucking adorable "y/n take a seat just leave it ill get it cleaned after work hours, I need you to go book an appointment for a new client for Thursday can you do that " I say a little annoyed as smiles and nods "yes I can do that easy!" With that she jumps out of the chair and leaves my office.

Y/ns POV:

I can't help but curse myself why am I so clumsy why does she make my brain forget how to brain I sigh and dial the number lizzie gave me as a woman quickly answers

Hey my names y/n I'm calling on behalf of miss olsen she asked me to arrange an appointment for Thursday. I say waiting for a reply

Thursday is perfect this Thursday or next Thursday y/n. I hear as I start to panic fuck shit she just said Thursday is it tomorrow or next week

Umm I uh next Thursday, thank you have a great day. I quickly hang up the phone as I gron leaning against the table.

4 hours later:

"See you tomorrow miss olsen" I say as I head out to leave the building "I need you tomorrow bright and early don't be late" her tone is matter of fact making me gulp "yes miss olsen see you tomorrow"

Next Day:

Y/ns POV:

I take a deep breath before walking into the office "you got this y/n don't let her make your brain stop you can function like a normal human being" I whisper to myself before making my way up to the top of the building "morning y/n I think you should turn around and leave" Joe one of my co workers states making me panic "lizzie is on the war path she had everything ready for the meeting with the new client this morning only to find its booked for next week" I groan and cover my face "fuck I panicked when she asked what Thursday and lizzie didn't tell me it was meant to be today" I whisper as her door swings open "y/n my office now!!!" She yells slamming the door making my blood run cold tears threaten to run from my eyes as I make my way into her office "damn it! Y/n how could you fuck this up" I don't dare look at her "you didn't tell me it was for today I panicked and said next week" I whisper my voice failing me "don't give me the tears it was a simple task and you somehow fucked it up how is that possible" I sniff and look up "I'm sorry miss olsen ill do better" she laughs folding her arms "I think I should teach you a lesson right here huh?" I look at her confused wiping my eyes "please don't fire me miss olsen this is the only sorce of income I have " I pleade as she smirks sitting down "oh I'm not going to fire you be a good girl and go make sure the blinds are closed" I stand up confused as I close them "now come here I'm going to make that cute little ass red bend over the desk and show mommy your ass" her change of tone turning me on what the fuck is happening I slowly do as I'm told till I'm bent over my bosses desk her hands running down my back gently rubbing my ass making me bite my lip "you've been asking for this since you started such a clumsy girl can never do anything right huh, I think you need mommy to teach you " I let our a loud audible moan at her words making lizzie laugh "pl...please teach me mo..m..my" I beg as I feel her stand behind be pulling my ass flush against her waist the feeling of something hard pressing into me "can you feel what you do to me y/n" she whispers into my ear as I nod trying to press my ass into her harder "oh don't worry you'll get mommy's cock and load soon but first I gotta mark that ass of yours princess " I turn slightly as I bite my lip "I.. I.. I'm not on birth control" I stutter as she slaps my ass hard making me moan again "even better you'd love to be full of my seed with my baby growing in your cute little stomach" I nod slowly as she pushes my dress up over my ass "never knew you where a thong girl" she grins pulling my now drenched thong down my legs making me instantly spread my legs a groan falling from her lips as her fingers gently tease my soaking entrance "fuck" I cry out needing more her laugh ringing in my ear "I want you to count how many times I spank your ass can you do that properly? Can you count for mommy" she mocks as I nod her hand slamming onto my right ass cheek "one" I yelp suddenly another and another and another till she finally stops at 10, my ass feeling its on fire "my hand print looks good on your ass" she whispers biting my ear as she unbuttons her pants "so fucking hard thinking about making you take my dick" I turn with my back now on the desk needing to see her "fuck" I pant as she holds her hard cock in her hand "don't worry princess you'll be able to take it " she smirks as she steps closer teasing my dripping pussy "mommy please...Don.. t tease me" I beg as she finally pushes her whole length inside me making me scream "that's it sweetheart let them all hear how good mommy makes you feel" the rest of the world forgotten as I moan like never before as she runs her hand up my body my body grabbing my tits "gonna make you mine slut" she moans her thrusts somehow getting faster the feeling of her deep inside me hitting spots no one ever has has my whole body shaking "shit don't stop oh my fucking godddddddd I'm gonna cum"

I scream as I start to cum lizzies grin getting bigger as she continues to pound me not letting me recover "such a tight little pussy fuck it's like it was made for me" she leans down kissing me as pounds and pounds "fu...ck mommy" I moan against her lips for only her to hear "if you fuck up from now on I'm gonna fuck your brains out baby" I smirk as my eyes roll "that's just gonna make me do it on purpose" she moans as she slows her thrusts "so fucking naughty, I'm close sweetheart gonna fill your pussy" she moans her eyes closing as her thrusts get harder my second orgasm seconds away as I feel her hot sticky seed filling my unprotected pussy sending me over the edge making me cum harder than I ever have my body trembling as the pleasure rushes through me lizzie slamming deep inside me holding still "fuck y/n" she moans into my ear both of us recovering from the intense orgasm "now you gotta walk around with my cum leaking out of this well fucked cunt" she smirks teasing my clit making me shake "I don't even care" I giggle as she pulls out quickly fixing my panties for me "that was better than I've pictured" she smirks cupping my cheeks leaving a gentle kiss on my lips as she fixes her pants before sitting on her chair pulling me into her lap "but we do need to talk about all these mistakes sweetheart" I feel my cheeks blush and hide my face "it's because of you" lizzie looks at me shocked and confused "what do you mean" I groan as she grips my chin making me look at her "you make my brain short circuit like I know I can do the work but you somehow make my brain stop " she laughs cuddling into me "well I'm sure we can start to fix it from now on huh" I smile and nod as I cuddle into her a loud knock making me jump "go away come back in an hour" I giggle as she laughs "I want time with you they can wait" I smile and trace patterns on her neck as we cuddle in comfortable silence.

AN: hope this is OK 👍 drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 word count 1.5k

[stuckwthem]

hii could you do joseph quinn comforting you after watching the finale pls😭😭😭😭

hell yeah!!! i'm so happy with this request but makes me wanna cry so bad 😭 hope you like, love xx

joseph comforting you after watching the finale | fluff

t/w: SPOILERS AHEAD. eddie's d word.

summary: joe trying to cheer you up after watching the finale.

authors note: really hope you like it! requests are open! i'm so sorry if is trashy :/

p.s: english isn't my first language.

i felt the need to put this fucking photo and bless y'all eyes. god i'm so in love.

you never thought that you could cry so much over fictional characters until stranger things 4 came out. you were having one of the biggest breakdowns in your life while eddie was dying and just couldn't stop crying until the end of the episode. you finished it absolutely sobbing, mumbling some words about how unfair all of that was. 

you could see some tears running on joseph face too, but by the fourth time you were replaying eddies and max's deaths he started to chuckle. his hands were on your hair as your head is laying on his leg, stroking slowly the whole time. you turned your head to look at him, offended with how much he started to laugh. he stared you back in absolut awe, thinking how cute you looked with a red nose.

"i can't believe they did this." you exclaimed, lifting up your body and sitting by his side on the sofa. a hiccup left your mouth and you felt more ridiculous as he smiled.

"oh hun, i can't believe you are crying this bad!" he says with a soft tone, hiding a smile, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. 

”did you watched it? of course i'm devasted! i mean, they're just kids! eddie didn't deserve it!” you whined, looking at him with disbelief. 

he also had a sad expression and tears in his face all the time while watching it, you could see how much this role had affect him. it was possible to see how proud he was by the glow in his eyes. you felt like your chest could explode with so much pride.

"plus, it was almost to like…watch you die." you almost whisper, a bit ashamed with how emotional you could get towards him. he looked at you worried, frowning, not wasting any time to hug you. 

joe has big arms, a soft chest and loving hands so when he cuddles you against his body everything seems to calm down inside you. you rest your head on his neck curve, sniffing. 

"wait, no, darling, are you kidding me? i'm right here, see? blood and flesh and i ain't going nowhere. it's okay, we're good" his british accent gets so heavy when he is caught by surprise and right now you just wanna melt with the vibration his voice makes as you're laying in his chest. "and don't worry, i'll make sure eddie has metal and d&d wherever he are"

joseph grabs your hands when you lift your head to look at him with a pouty face. he is trying to not laugh, so the upside down smile he gives makes you smile with him. joe brings your hands up to his lips, kissing the back of both of them, looking into your eyes with most careful gaze. he just keeps there, holding you for at least thirty minutes as you don't stop rambling about how good actors those kids are and discussing all theories that came into your mind. joe just nods and add comments between your monologue, slowly starting to rant with you.

"but the kas theory is the best one" he says, with widening eyes, totally deluded as he happily talks non-stop about eddie, with passion in his eyes. "c'mon, that kid as a vampire? would be mental!"

"hm mrs. quinn, you're getting too excited with this idea, got something to share with the class?" you murmur, suspiciously. he smirks at you, denying with his head.

"hey, i'm just saying" the curly-head shrugs, raising hands in surrender. you squint your eyes at him and joe laughs at your distrust "you know, i kinda like the ideia of being a vampire" 

his tongue walks through inside his cheek, holding a teasing smile. you breathe in heavily, feeling a little dizzy and euphoric with only the ideia. 

"oh yeah?" your shoulders push him playfully, and for a moment is possible to see the unknown glimpse that passes through his eyes.

"you know what?" joseph asks, leaning towards you. a strong scent of soap and a after bath lotion entering your nostrils, intoxicating your sistem. "you would be my first victim"

you don't even have time to protest when he attacks your neck, kissing the sensitive area frantically. his lips move up to your jaw and then your face, leaving a kiss on every speck on your cheeks. your chuckles mixed with his echoes on his apartment, just like the sweet nothings both of y'all say between the burst of laughter.

"feel better, gorgeous?" he asks, pulling his face a bit back from yours when he stops, just to have a better look of your tearful and red face, analysing every aspect of it. 

you nod with a soft grin and he smiles back, hugging you again before cupping the sides of your face in his big hands, squeezing gently your cheeks.

"i'll make us a cup of tea" and then he presses a delicate kiss on the top of your nose, leaving you in absolutely awe.

[kikithefox231]

About me!

Hey! Call me Kiki or Amaryllis! I mainly scream about animation and cartoons here! :D ☆ Status:

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*projects all my emotions and worries and mannerisms onto fictional characters*

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Fandoms: (Bolded + Italicised are the one's I am screaming and crying over right now) Amphibia ✮ The Owl House ✮ Svtfoe ✮ Gravity Falls ✮ Miraculous Ladybug ✮ The Dragon Prince ✮ She-Ra (Reboot) ✮ Ducktales (Reboot) ✮ Pokemon ✮ Over the Garden Wall ✮ Infinity Train ✮ Glitch Techs ✮ Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts ✮ Phineas and Ferb ✮ Milo Murphy's Law ✮ MLP ✮ Warrior Cats ✮ Your Name ✮ Weathering with You ✮ Suzume ✮ HTTYD ✮ Your Lie In April ✮ Exu ✮ Critical Role c3 ✮ Wolfwalkers ✮ Aggretsuko ✮ Genshin Impact ✮ Honkai Star Rail ✮ Animal Crossing ✮ Neko Atsume ✮ Spiderverse ✮ Murder Drones ✮ Nisekoi ✮ Nimona ✮ Zootopia ✮ Sonic Franchise ✮ Littlest Pet Shop ✮ Keeper of the Lost Cities ✮ Tamako Love Story ✮ Spy x family ✮ Percy Jackson and the Olympians ✮ One Stormy Night ✮

The Blorbos ever!!! Marcy Wu ✦ Star Butterfly ✦ Fluttershy ✦ Starlight Glimmer ✦ Cinnamoroll ✦ Willow Park ✦ Miko Kubota ✦ Jesse Cosay ✦ Lake ✦ Hazel ✦ Rayla ✦ Marinette Dupain Cheng ✦ Adrien Agreste ✦ Robyn Goodfellowe ✦ Mebh Óg MacTíre ✦ Leafpool ✦ Hollyleaf ✦ Yae Miko ✦ Sucrose ✦ Lady ✦ Webby Vanderquack ✦ Della Duck ✦ Fearne Calloway ✦ Goldie ✦ Gwen Stacy ✦ Serial Designation N ✦ Chitoge Kirisaki ✦ Miles "Tails" Prower ✦ Amy Rose ✦ Zoe Trent ✦ Penny Ling ✦ Coco Pommel ✦ March 7th ✦ Bailu ✦ Huohuo ✦ Anya Froyer ✦ Mabel Pines ✦ Dipper Pines ✦ Pacifica Northwest ✦ Mei ✦

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Tags I Track: #fav - favorite posts/posts I want to find later #my stuff #kiki stuff - both used for tracking my original content #kiki rambles - for stuff where I talk a lot in the notes #tagged - for tracking stuff I'm tagged in #Important!!! - important posts #funnies - posts that made me laugh #ive been personally attacked - what it says on the tin lol #thanks for asking! - for asks answered by me #thanks for answering! - for asks sent by me #bee bestie <3 - starting to use this tag for posts where I'm tagged by @mell0bee or mention bee bc there's so much and I wanna save them 🥺 Ultimate fav posts! ✪ Amphibia Trio Playlists ✪ Amity’s TRUE Hair Color!!1!1! ✪ PARTNER IN CRINGE!!! ✪ One of the most insane posts on this website (affectionate) ✪ HE'S SO CUTE SHUT UUUUP (picture of Georgia) ✪ Follow your dreams ✪ Leafpool request (spoiler: got kissed on the forehead 🥺🥺🥺) ✪ Princess Joe (of USA) ✪ "i appreciate the (extremely cursed) bee bee." ✪ polyamorous power move ✪ happy robotnik slaughter saturday everybody ✪ IT FINALLY MAKES SENSE TO ME ✪ it's okay fish. don't let this get you down. you are all of you. ✪ AROACE AND TRANS SONIC REAL?????? (NOT CLICKBAIT) ✪ Everything is canon. ✪ cant be mentally ill in PEACE!!! *sobs* ✪ last book that made you cry ✪ disney romcom (on a VERY evil and fucked up train) ✪ LGBT bar so good it made someone gay <3 good for them <3 ✪ POLY PLS ✪ Happy birthday Grimace! *fuckin dies* ✪ y’all are always finding new ways to make fossils fuels. ✪ ✪ ✪ ✪ ✪ ✪ ✪ ✪ (updating soon!)

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Personal: ✿ I get socially anxious easily so I will try my best to communicate how I feel but just fyi in case! ✿ My memory is horrible so feel free to remind me of something if needed! ✿ I have ADHD so please be nice :’) I’m trying my best

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❀ I got called a donut once???

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[bellewintersroe]

I finally found the right thing to click! Give me a gold star. Here's the info for a 'ship' with an Easy Company guy:

I'm 5'4", curly brown hair, green eyes, 36C. Sarcasm is my second language. I play the piano and sing. My background is in journalism. I can be hot headed. When I'm irate, I swear like a sailor.

Cooking is something I enjoy, especially Italian food. I'm a typical passionate Scorpio. My sense of humor ranges from goofy to acerbic. Family is very important to me. I'm an only child who wanted brothers and sisters.

I just ventured into writing fiction and largely based my OC on myself. A journalism prof said, "Write about what you know." I know myself, and my OC was created.

Kind of a lightweight with alcohol. Bailey's Irish Cream is my favorite alcoholic beverage. Unlike my OC, I'm extremely nearsighted and wear contact lenses. Everything is a blur without my lenses. I once thought I was attempting to pat my cat after I took my lenses out. When my hand touched the leather of my black purse that was on the floor, I realized my mistake.

I'm also feisty and sometimes stubborn.

ahhh sorry this took so long, this has been in my drafts forever !!

But thank you for your request (I also saw your other message about the platonic ship, dw I wouldnt ship you with you know who hehehe) and I was gonna ship you Joe Liebgott but I found somebody more fitting- feel free to request for a specific guy at any time though! <3

I ship you with… Bill Guarnere!

There’s so many similarities between the two of you that I couldn’t deny. First we can start with the fact you’re so feisty.

bill needs a hot headed girl, he finds your attitude so, so sexy, there’s a real sexual tension between the two of you from the minute you first meet. He likes the fact you swear so much- would probs encourage you to use it in the bedroom.

but no seriously, you two would hit it off straight away, Bill is confident and very self aware, he knows he gotta swipe you up before Liebgott or Tab - or any of those other rats in his mind interfere.

I think even if the two of you had been sleeping together a couple of times- he would still have the respect to just limit his loyalties to you and only you. Finds it silly when other girls try to hit on him- and this is when he starts to piece together his feelings.

kinda panics and won’t admit that he’s falling for you lmao; has some kind of weird raven Simone dream and freaks tf out.

unlike him, you do get drunk, he handles his drinks a little better so surprisingly can he the responsible one when you want to let loose.

somebody tries to mess with you whilst you’re blindly drunk, he doesn’t tolerate it, nooooo way.

he’s walking you home, tucking you into bed and I feel like you’re the one to admit your feelings first.

he has to go back to his own bed, questioning himself if it was real or not?! The next day he’d deffo come up to you and spill out all these feelings and oh my god you’re so shocked and happy- but also so hungover pls keep a bucket on hand.

You threw up cos you’re so hungover and Bill thinks it’s because of him????

the more the war goes on and the more serious it gets I feel like Bill would start to open up about his family, as do you. He really respects the fact you talk of your family so highly.

tells you not to worry about having no siblings as he’s got a whole bunch of them to share with you.

Accidentally admits things by slipping it into conversation, like ‘oh white is such your colour, ur gonna look so sexy in a wedding dress’. Or ‘don’t worry our kid ain’t never gonna be without siblings cos we’re at it that much’.

laughs around you, feels like he can be super genuine- sometimes if you’re busy working he can kinda follow you around like a lost puppy.

laughs at you for being so nearsighted. If you didn’t have your contact lenses he’d be on the floor laughing before he could help you with anything.

Directing jokes at each other but nothing too mean.

deffo more of a serious lover, especially in bed, so if you’re feeling goofy is balanced hun out perfectly. You can make him crack up so easily depending on what mood you’re in.

your love would be so intense, you’d laugh so much, but I feel like you’d definitely butt heads. The arguments could last quite a while and get heated, but he’d deffo get turned on by the fact you’re angry and then get annoyed at himself for getting distracted in an argument Lmao.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I ship you platonically with… Skip and Muck!

As soon as you said you wanted brothers and sisters growing up I immediately thought of how lovable these two would be as your best friends.

Your dynamic definitely would be close to siblings, especially cos you spend so much time around you.

they’d try to wind you up to make you swear just so they could laugh lmao immature.

but they’d truly be impressed with your sarcasm and sense of humour, they find you hilarious and you’d be like an iconic trio.

I don’t know when the friendship would become more of a gradual thing, it would develop throughout the war, maybe around D-day plus 7 when the war is becoming more frightening and the adrenaline from fighting and dropping into Europe fades.

the seriousness would sneak into the conversations, they’d ask you if you were ok, silently checking up on you by looking for where you were, and put you off going into dangerous situations.

Would try to ask you what Bill is like in bed and how big his pee pee is.

you don’t crack.

You all annoy bill, probably try to play pranks on him and you all think it’s the funniest thing in the world.

bill doesn’t agree.

Maybe you three would take things too far sometimes because you’re so good at having fun and distracting each other from the realities of war? In the end you’re all harmless and your friendship really is based around the most positive vibes.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hey could i pls get a joe mazzello x short libra reader? Its kinda a werid request but i saw the other one with the leo :D

Hi there! Sure thing! I already wrote about Joe with a Libra reader.

You can read it here!

Now I will look up more things about it and add on plus the elements of dating someone shorter!

Reader here is gender neutral. No warnings, but just general fluff.

Link to my Ko-Fi Here- buy me a Ko-Fi!

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Joe Mazzello dating a short! Libra! Reader would include...

Joe appreciates your charm and diplomacy. You have that man wrapped around your little finger and you can't convince me otherwise. But you definitely aren't manipulative to where it's toxic around Joey (we don't take kindly to abusive relationships in these parts) You can even things out when Joe doesn’t get his way sometimes. Like he will pout about not landing an audition but you will tell him "it looks like it might suck...and someone else might need it more than you!"

You appreciate Joe's love of order and the rewards that come with it. If he is looking for the spatula while cooking, you know where it is. It inspires you to even get your own life together looking at him!

You and Joe are willing and able to see the different sides of an argument. Say you have opposing opinions on if pineapple belongs on pizza. This brings about a long-winded debate (that honestly, Joe's comments make you laugh hard bc of how into it he gets). You respect each other's differences. But you like the banter and examining subjects after looking at the fact.

In fact, you mostly have good, honest conversations with Joe and can trust him even to help hide a dead body at 3 am if need be!

You both love structure and have similar tastes. You both adore going to a special museum of a painter or will watch movies together with the prettiest cinematography. You share each other's playlists and cry at how lovely it sounds in your ears and just cry and cuddle while listening to records because of how moving it is.

Joe is more on the short side! So he LOVES being the taller guy so he can protect you!!! He can feel big and tough! You know that vine of the guy going "no that's my girlfriend!" regardless of your gender, you catch Joe doing something similar. Like "no, that's MY Y/N! MY s/o! They're spoken for!" in a blanket playing with a toy sword.

Though he slouches more because he wants to get at eye level with you. He’ll tip your head to kiss you. But he’ll also pick you up and even swing you around with his guns! It feels like you are soaring up high- Joe makes you so happy it's like they are wings on your back when you're together.

You get creative when you take photos together- having to sit on his lap, find a place for him to kneel or you to stand, or else the poor photographer has their work cut out for them

But he will give you all sorts of loving nicknames as long as they don’t bother you! Like “fun-sized!” and “doughnut hole!” Your shortness is just one of many things that makes you you and Joey loves you for it!

Taglist: @seraphicmercury @queenlover05 @0x0spunky-monkey0x0

[parkers-gal]

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requests | closed to complete current requests <3

last updated | aug 5th, 2021

do not repost my work anywhere !! respect this please. | fics are not ordered in any particular way. these headers are mine so pls don’t use/take them

tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him. 

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to 

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments 

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions 

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom 

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap 

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction 

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom 

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom 

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water 

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie 

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries 

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring 

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend 

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation 

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned  [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry 

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1  - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant

[waspenned]

scenes from an italian restaurant • part two • peter parker

okay, so maybe peter wasn’t as bad as you thought - that doesn’t mean he’s any less annoying. then he just has to go and ask you about fucking spider-man. • 5k

warnings: swearing, allusions to fire, sexual innuendo but no actual explicit content, talking about smoking.

now playing: movin’ out (anthony’s song) by billy joel

part one / next

a/n: ARE YOU FROM NEW YORK EVEN.... insert schmidt new girl long island rant here... anyway here's some more of my diner kids doing their horrible little hospitality jobs !! pls feel free to request anything you like in my ask box - as well as joining my taglist if you would like to know when I post new stuff :)

Actually, Peter turned out to be alright.

You didn’t manage to keep your name a secret for that long - it had been barked at you the second you’d stepped foot back into the kitchen, and Peter had been incredibly annoying about it; repeating it to himself, letting it roll around on his tongue like he was testing it, shaping it with his lips and teeth. Then, he’d spent the rest of the week saying it as much as possible, after every damn sentence, until you threatened him with a pizza wheel to the throat and revoked his first name privileges. And then, he’d taken to cycling through odd nicknames until he found one that stuck.

“I think I’m calling you Pineapples today.”

“You already used that two weeks ago, mister.”

“I’m running out.”

“Then shut up.” He throws you a sarcastic salute, and then he’s off to ask the regular on table three if she’s ready to order for the fourth time, even though she always gets the same thing, like clockwork.

Peter’s fallen into the routine quite well, you think. He’s stayed quiet about your little breaks, and in return you let him accompany you, lending him a cigarette and your lighter every other hour, soaking in the fresh air - though he’s usually just pleased to smell something that isn't oil or tomato-adjacent. He’d even started contributing a few dollars to the week’s rations of cigs like you’re some sort of tobacco-based landlord; which he really didn’t need to, but you’re not going to stop him. You like his quiet, you like his odd combinations of fountain sodas that hurt like needles and taste like battery acid, and you can tolerate his company.

It’s been a few months or so, but you still haven’t quite figured out what makes him tick, why he hasn’t been battered down by the industry yet. Your first month at Joe’s was spent weeping in the cleaning closet like a minimum-wage Cinderella, after getting yelled at for the tenth time in the space of two hours. There had been countless cuts on your fingers and burns on your arms, but Peter seemed to be taking it all in his stride.

Stupidly optimistic. Stupidly cheerful. Stupidly nice - in the worst way.

Niceness didn’t get you far nowadays. You didn’t think he’d make it, but he’s done pretty well - no snapping or crying or threatening to quit, before remembering rent is due next week and there’s no groceries in whatever tin can is serving as your fridge. That was one of your favourites.

Yeah, he was late to the odd shift, turning up sweaty (and once, bloody), but he’s the only one who can lift the grill to clean it on his own, so Sal refuses to fire him. He just claps Peter on the back, nearly sending him across the room, and tells the same stupid joke about daylight savings being over for the year. No one really gets it, but he’s the boss, so you all laugh anyway.

You liked him - correction, you just liked him more than other new hires, you were otherwise indifferent to him. But, you liked him enough to get Sal to reprint his nametag, even though he became quite fond of being called Peber. He wasn’t entirely incompetent at his job either; he didn’t slack off like the high schoolers that came and went every summer, but he didn’t take himself too seriously, like the randoms that would treat the diner like the US Navy boot camp. A week or so ago, management (not Sal, one of the big bosses) had tried to make one of the servers get rid of her acrylics, so he ran to the CVS on his break and bought some ugly nail polish. Then he’d spent half of his break painting his - then your - nails in solidarity. You didn’t even like her that much, you just happened to hate management more. The rest of your shift was spent accidentally smudging neon blue on your uniforms and the register until your manager relented, and let Trisha keep her nails.

“What would I do without this thrilling hijinkery? This tomfoolery?” He’d mused to you, fumbling with the cotton rounds and acetone they’d given you to take the polish off. It had come out of his paycheck, but he didn’t seem to mind, just enjoying the company.

“Keel over,” You had answered, grabbing at his hands to help him, the polish coming off in one fell swoop, “hopefully.”

It wasn’t like you were talking outside of work like heathens, though, you didn’t even have each other’s numbers; as it should be. Mixing work with your personal life was a dangerous game and you took it very seriously, it had taken weeks of asking until Sal even knew your second name. It was a pain in the ass; people get too close, and then they start bugging you in your free time when you don’t get paid to deal with their bullshit. Absolutely not. Peter was annoying, and he’d probably be even more annoying over the phone, sending smiley faces and punctuating his texts like a weirdo.

It’s a sleepy midday in Joe’s, and the regular brunch rush has slowed to a trickle, the last few stragglers dotted around the tables. In the corner, some college students are frantically flicking through battered copies of Pride and Prejudice, while another one snoozes in the beams of light that spear through the front windows, head pressed to the glass as his coffee grows cold.

You’re leaning against the counter, chin in hand, watching the students panic as one of them drops their notes into the pool of grease that their pizza swims in, when there’s a sudden hand on your shoulder that startles you.

“Stuck again?”

“Just thinking, man, give me a minute.”

You’d been poring over the New York Times crossword during the lull and Peter has apparently come to help, popping his tawny brown head over your shoulder to give your answers a once over. For a while, you’d shoo him away, until you realised he was good at them. Now, your mornings were often spent trying to get an answer out of him, while still maintaining the illusion that you didn’t need his help.

“Cough cough, ‘blew’, cough cough,” Peter mumbles under his breath, pointing to thirteen across as he sweeps past, his back pressing to yours as Angela charges through in the opposite direction; a tray of stained and chipped coffee mugs in one hand, and a pitcher in the other. She gives you a Look, one you’d been seeing fairly recently as of late. She’d been swearing up and down that Peter had a crush on you, that he didn’t stop talking about you, blah blah blah - but you’d only been shooting her down. Peter didn’t like you, you were just friends. His hands on your shoulders didn’t mean anything, he was just affectionate. There weren’t feelings involved, you were just close in age and got on well, that was all.

That was all. Seriously. The guy drove you nuts.

“As in the colour of the sky?” You barely look up from the newspaper, left there by some guy who did nothing more than seemingly use it as a coaster, the tip of your pencil caught between your teeth. Peter is at your shoulder again, on the other side, drying a plate, and when you look up at him he’s staring at your mouth, watching.

“As in ‘went down on.’” It tumbles out of his mouth absentmindedly, before his eyes widen and he jolts away from you faster than you’ve seen him move before - even though you’d once seen him catch a fly between his fingers, inches away from landing on some poor kid’s spaghetti. His face is bright red, and you can practically hear the wires in his brain frying as he’s trying to string together whatever words he remembers into an apology. It wouldn’t matter anyway, you can barely hear him over your own cackling.

“Oh- Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Oh my God.”

“Jesus Christ, Parker.”

“It just came out, I’m sorry-!” He’s slumping on the counter, covering his head with those long forearms of his, groaning so loud you can hear it over the clatter of Angela dumping the dirty cutlery in the sink. She’s pulling The Face again, through the service window, and you wave her away, frowning at her. Peter sinks into a ball on the floor, face hidden behind his hands, but you can still see the burning red flush along his hairline, spreading to his ears. The college kids in the corner haven’t noticed the commotion, demolishing the pizza in record speed, but you’ve disturbed Sleeping Beauty by the window, rousing him with your merciless teasing. Peter seems to be re-embarrassing himself with every passing second.

“Oh my God. I’m gonna walk into traffic. It just keeps replaying in my head. Make it stop.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way about drying the dishes, Peter, if you want me to leave you alone-”

“Stop!”

Teasing him felt like a reward for all of his annoying parts; the awful attempts at banter, the way he was so content at work, how he didn’t harbour any resentment to the unsuspecting public of New York. Maybe you were envious of him, how he could just brush everything off, and that nothing phased him - Sal thought you were jealous because Peter was overtaking you as his favourite, but not a single word of that sentence was true. It was a well-known fact that Sal’s favourite was whoever was standing in front of him at any given moment.

Some part of you, buried deep, deep down inside, liked messing with him because you got to hear him laugh about it later. You started actually looking forward to work, hoping he’d be there in his stupid little apron, stupid little sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and his stupid little notebook at the ready to take orders. Since the second you’d been forced into it, you’d thought the Joe’s uniform was hideous and unflattering, but then Peter came along and wore it surprisingly well. It fit with the rest of him; taking a bad thing and making the best of it.

Your smile falters, and you turn away from him before he starts to ask questions. Fuck’s sake.

Some voice in the back of your mind (perhaps belonging to Angela, but sounding more like your own with every painful second) swears up and down that Peter likes you. Like, likes likes you, and this was just grease on the fire. The way he was looking at you, like you hung the moon and stars, you knew it all too well. That would be fine on its own - people had crushed on you before, it was no big deal - it was the other voice in the back of your mind that really bothered you. The one that wanted to tell him how nice his new haircut suited his jawline, the one that wanted to wax lyrical about the one time you caught a glimpse of him making the pizza dough with Sal, flour streaked across his browbone, hands kneading and pulling and stretching. Even now, you can’t help your gaze lingering on his knicked-up fingers, rubbing at his mapled eyes and pulling his hair over his face. He's looking up at you from the floor now, all pitiful and pink, trying his best to hold back his own laughter.

Whatever diner-based deity looking over you decides to be ever so merciful, and you’re called away by a customer who is apparently upset you’ve given him an ‘americay-no’ when they asked for a black coffee. Never change, New York.

It’s nearly an hour before you see him again, thanks to both the lunch crowd and The Mysterious Sticky Substance making another appearance from the back drainpipe. You were camped out in the store cupboard, elbow-deep in a shelf that was pretty much all cheese when he walks in, toting what must have been a litre of pizza sauce. The air becomes thick, and you’re not sure if things are just gonna be weird between you for a bit, or if you’re just reading into things. You’re too old for silly crushes, for fuck’s sake, you can at least talk to him like an adult.

“Hey, Parker.” Perfect. Short, sweet, casual but not too casual.

“Ahoy, Captain.” Even better. The vice on your chest loosens a little.

The dusty box television in the top corner of the diner squeals to life outside the pantry, crackling with static as it attempts to find its tuning. It’s been Sal’s routine since long before you started to watch the news on his break after the lunch rush, leaving flour and tomato stains all over the freshly-cleared tables and chairs, that you inevitably had to clean up. There’s some news story about a deli robbery on the corner of Broadway and West 40th blaring out of the speakers as Sal fiddles with the remote, trying to find a volume he’s happy with - which usually ends up being entirely too fucking loud.

“Hey, look!” Sal calls your name over the noise, and you pop your head out of the cupboard to see him pointing the chunky remote at the screen, waving it around like it had suddenly become a laser pointer. You can feel Peter moving beside you as he slides the pizza sauce onto the shelving, your shirts brushing together, the starched fabric rustling loudly. “It’s your best pal.”

You’re confused until you see a familiar blur of red and blue, and then you’re rolling your eyes as Spider-Man zips in to stop the robbery, webs flying like streamers - though that could just be the television distorting the image. It was probably older than you, knowing Joe’s.

“Ha-ha, very funny, Sal.”

Peter looks more awkward than usual as you retreat back into the cupboard, stood there like a wooden board, watching you rolling up your sleeves in preparation for tackling the pasta shelf. You’d forgotten to get a pack of cigarettes on your way into work - you’d been going through them faster thanks to Peter - but you’d hidden a carton in here a while back in case of an emergency, though you can’t quite remember where. He shuffles awkwardly on his feet as you slide your hand between the tagliatelle and fusilli, waving it around behind the containers before removing it and repeating with the penne and farfalle.

“Do you- Do you not like Spider-Man?” He asks, tentatively, and you freeze. You were hoping it would be a little longer before you’d have to talk about Spider-Man, if at all, but fate seemed to think otherwise. Apparently, it was a very polarising topic, one that the entire staff disagreed with you on - to the extent that they’d started calling you J. Jonah Jameson, and ribbing you at any mention of him. Once, on your day off, he’d swung by the diner in pursuit of a speeding truck, and you’d not heard the end of it for weeks; the whole diner talking about how you probably would have heckled him from the sidewalk.

“It’s not like I hate him. I just don’t idolise him.” You answer, scrabbling around in the dark for the fold-up stepstool that’s usually in the corner, a flashlight held between your teeth and illuminating the way with its lacklustre beam, muffling your speech. “Apparently that’s a controversial opinion. Can you get the light?”

“You think people idolise him?” Peter understands you well enough and flicks the light on, the bulb sparking to life and flooding the room with a grim wash of colour. You both squint, adjusting to the fluorescence before you resume your hunt. The stool is nowhere to be found. “What are we looking for?”

“Cigarettes.” You answer, squatting down to the dusty floor to continue your search under the shelves. All you see is a glimpse of an old mouse trap before you’re getting back up, deciding that you don’t get paid enough to deal with it. Peter is poking around too, rearranging jars and crates of vegetables in search of your emergency cigs. “I think people pin too much hope on him. It’s all well and good he helps people, but they expect him to be able to help everyone.”

Peter hums, and you hesitate for a moment, pursing your lips together before you decide to carry on.

“It’s unrealistic. You can’t expect so much from just one guy who probably has his own problems to deal with.”

“You think Spider-Man has problems? He’s a superhero.”

“He’s just a guy, Parker.” You turn to face him, and he’s balancing a whole forest’s worth of seasoning jars under his chin, some odd expression on his face. The same one as when Sal makes him a sub when he didn’t have time to eat after class, or when you got him an iced coffee from the bodega before a particularly long shift. It was something akin to shock, eyes all round, like he wasn’t used to being looked at and acknowledged. “What? He is. He doesn’t sound much older than us, really.”

Peter seems to get defensive, ducking his head. “I thought he sounded older. He was always Spider-Man, not Spider-Boy.”

“Well, he was clearly a kid when he started. I just thought he was my age.” You’d been around sixteen when all that Spider-Man stuff started kicking off - you didn’t pay much attention at the time, but looking back it was alarming how young he sounded. There was the odd crack and squeak in his voice every now and then, muffled behind the mask, and always accompanied by an awkward, throaty cough as he forced his pitch into a deeper register. It made you angry, that some poor teenager was out in Manhattan in the dead of night, putting himself into these risky situations so people would be safe. High school was enough of a hellscape on its own - he didn’t need all that superpower shit on top of his SATs. It made you angrier to think about how people just let him help without thinking about him as a kid. Encouraged him. Relied on him.

“It’s too much pressure on him to have to look out for everyone. And unreliable. What if you’re getting mugged in West Village, and Spider-Man is way uptown, taking his midterms? Or in Spanish class? Or in Brooklyn? People just expect him to be there when he can’t. It’s impossible.” It seems the footstool isn’t hiding in the vegetables, so you check the sturdiness of the bottom shelf, then step onto it, and then the next one, using the shelves as a ladder. Peter’s watching you, eyebrows all in a nervous tangle, worrying at his bottom lip - though you’re not sure if he’s more concerned with your safety, or your opinions on a guy in spandex.

“Are you okay up there?”

“I’m fine, dude, it’s only a few feet up. I’m not made of glass.” Jesus, it’s dusty on the top shelf, a thick layer of grey fuzz across the lacquered wood you daren’t touch. There mustn't be a single thing up here in date; surely this would be past you's best hiding spot. “I just think we shouldn’t put that much responsibility on a kid. He’d be in college now, probably. College is hard enough without having to babysit the whole of New York. It’s stupid.”

“I’ve never really thought about it like that.”

“Yeah, well. He’s never done much for me, so maybe I’m biased.”

“Really? Never? Feels like everyone has a Spider-Man story.” Peter says, almost absentmindedly, and there’s an odd pang in your chest. Ah, you’ve said too much. He picks up on the sudden change in mood, your sudden stillness, and he hesitates, watching the back of your head.

Three blocks away, you think you smell smoke. You always think you’re smelling smoke.

“Well, uh, there was a fire in the kitchen. A while before you started. Kinda bad.” The whole ordeal was simultaneously the foggiest, and the clearest memory you had, everything morphing into a blur of heat and ash. You’d been at your usual spot on the back step, sleeves bunched up as far as they went in the June city heat, letting a cig burn between your fingers. It was a quiet day, one of the last school days before Summer vacation, so there was this anticipatory feeling fogging the diner, like some unspoken, evil creature lurking in the corner. You thought it was just the dread of three-thirty, when the kids would be let out of school and become menaces for pizza, crowding the diner with their backpacks and school books and what-not.

Then Sal had called for you - some problem in the walk-in fridge - and you’d left your cigarette on the doorstep, nipping into the break room to grab a toolbox. After that, it was all just smoke and the roar of fire, everywhere. Somewhere, your brain remembers the texture of old tablecloths as you stuff them along the bottom of the door to stop the smoke getting in, how glass sounds when you pound your fists against it, how your throat ached for days afterwards from the screaming and the burning air, but you don’t actually remember doing any of it. The sensation of it lingers, only just masking the terror that has stamped itself into your bones.

“Everyone managed to get out fine but I got stuck in the break room. I just had to sit there and hope it didn’t get through the door.” You bury your head in the shelves again, avoiding the inevitable look of pity, the tuts and sighs, the usual shit. After your third empty and awkward apology for something that was nothing to do with them, every reaction seems to hurt just that little bit more.

“Oh.” Oh. ‘Oh’ was probably the best thing he could possibly say. ‘Oh’ is everything you need and more.

You can’t recall who you had been screaming for. It must have started as for Sal, then Angela when you realised Sal wasn’t coming, then just for help from anyone - anybody - until you gave up and saved your breath, crouching low to the floor where the air didn’t scratch at your lungs and make you wheeze.

It was only once, once, but you’d called for Spider-Man, and you’d spent the rest of your time stuck in there berating yourself for giving in to the fantasy of it - that some guy in a morph suit would break the door down and get you to safety.

Your chest tightens, a vice around your ribs, squeezing until you swear you feel them crack. In your head, you’re wracking your brain, trying to remember if you put your cigarette out that day, or left it burning. The pounding in your chest is cold, cold like your smoking spot had been in the summer, cast in the shadow of the high-rise next door.

No. You’re not doing this at work. Peter’s looking at you. Not in front of Peter.

“When they put it out, there were all these people. Firefighters and coworkers and even a fucking camera crew. You know who wasn’t there? Spider-Man.” Your searching has become almost aggressive, an attempt to distract yourself from the faint stench of soot that had suddenly cropped up, even though you’re sure you washed the odour out of your uniform ages ago. Smoke follows you around in thick puffs, appearing out of thin air when Sal sparks the cookers to life in the morning, flooding the kitchen - only to vanish when you blink. It scalds your eyes, cakes in your hair. It lingers like tobacco on your fingertips. “They- They had to replace everything.”

“Well-”

“Stuff just happens, and it will happen whether Spider-Man is there to save you or not. Spider-Man is maybe there, six times out of ten, if you’re lucky. And even then, he’s just some guy with his own life. Spider-Man can’t do shit, dude. The only person you can really rely on is yourself.” Your eyes are stinging now, but you can’t tell if it’s from the dust, or from the hot ball of panic that sits on its haunches in the back of your throat, humming through your nervous system, holding tension. You sniff, pawing at your face, and there’s that acrid smell again; you swear you see it in the shadows - thick, dark plumes of smoke.

Where’s it coming from? Was it you? Where’s Peter?

“What’s with all this goddamn smoke-”

“What smoke?”

“Don’t lie to me, man, it’s not fucking funny, there’s-”

You’re panicking, turning, and a jar slips from the shelf, knocked out of place by your elbow. The bulb glares at you, the light reflecting from the glass in thick, blinding stripes, and your foot slips, your grasp on the shelf’s edge wavering in the confusion.

“Fuck-” Someone gasps - maybe you - as your hands scrabble for something to hold onto, to stop the movement, the room lurching around you. the shelf unit wobbles, pulling away from the wall, and slowly tips forwards, taking you with it. Further, further, further.

Then you’re still. Waiting for the smashing of glass. For the crack of your skull on the floor, your eyes screwed up. There’s no air in your lungs, - it’s been forced out of you with the impact of landing on something; a vice across your stomach, like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. There’s the hollow tinker of plastic on the floor as the shelf’s contents rush past you, toppling off of the upper rows.

“Holy shit - I’m sorry!” There’s a voice miles away, your body is moving again, turning slower now, but your feet aren’t touching the floor. Someone must have caught you. When you open your eyes, there’s an arm around your body, holding you. It’s slight, but pins you into another body with a surprising strength. The other one is raised above you, holding the shelving unit up at an angle, an old burn scar licked across the underneath of it. The same arms you saw lift the cookers and kegs of oil, the same hands you saw kneading pizza dough, caked in flour.

“Shit.” You manage to wheeze out, as Peter pushes the shelf back into place and sets you down on the floor. Lowering you until you’re in a heap on the lino, he kneels in front of you, looking increasingly panicked. Your breath is rattling as you gasp for air, your voice coming out taut and reedy. “What did you do to me?”

“I must have winded you, I’m sorry! Uh - shit, um-!” He has the jar in his hand - how the fuck did he manage to catch that? - and he sets it down, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. “It’s- It’s when the diaphragm gets a sudden impact and spasms, and-”

“I know what it fucking is!”

“Just, uh- deep breaths!”

“I’m trying!”

Peter seems to sit with you on the floor for a year or two, grimacing sheepishly as you try and ease the pain in your sternum, gulping as much air down as you can in between coughs and splutters. After a while, the squeezing in your sternum subsides, and then you’re just sat together on the dirty floor, among the dust and stray fusilli twirls. The shelf must have held more seasonings, because you’re surrounded by plastic tubs of them, scrawled with Italian in black sharpie.

“That was so embarrassing for me.”

“How? It was an accident! If anything, I should be embarrassed that I-”

“If you apologise again, I will hit you.”

“Sor-” His mouth snaps closed, chin tucked to his chest as you glare at him. “...Okay.”

“That’s better.” You watch him nod, but his face is still in the same pained expression, guilted and grimaced. From the diner, Sal is borderline oblivious, the television’s blaring finally coming to a stop as he returns to the kitchen to press pizza bases. Peter dusts off his trousers, then helps you to your feet by your elbows. He lifts you almost effortlessly - not surprising, considering how easily he can carry other things - but you jolt with his touch, wriggling out of his grasp.

The warmth of his hands lingers on your skin, seeping through your uniform and burying itself into your bones. One of them reaches out to you, and then brushes a few stray hairs from your face, the heat of him blooming along your cheek and ear. You stare at each other for a moment, and you can see his eyes darting over your frame, analysing, checking you for injuries, before stilling on your face. His lips draw themselves into a thin line, a breath shuddering through him, the only movement in there.

Even under this awful, stark lighting, his eyes are warm and rich, the same tone as the hair that curls over his forehead, covering the freckles that dust the peaks of his skin. You’re almost frozen for a moment, just looking at each other, and then you force yourself to speak.

“Thanks, Peter.”

“It’s nothing.” He smiles, and it brightens up his face something stupid, clearly pleased that you called him by his first name - for once. You didn’t do it often, but it felt appropriate now, even though the intimacy of the whole thing made you want to throw up. You were co-workers, not friends, you shouldn’t be doing all this touchy-feely shit.

“I’ll clean this up, you go and get some water, or something-” Peter turns you towards the door, steering you by your shoulders, before bending down, a hand outstretched to the mess on the floor. You watch as you reach out to him, almost unconsciously, taking up a fistful of his shirt.

“No, I’ll do it, It’s fine.” You cut him off as he opens his mouth to protest, tugging him away from the shelf. “It’s my mess, let me sort it out or I’ll feel all weird and guilty about it.”

He debates with himself for a moment, and you can hear the gears ticking in his head as he looks you up and down, deciding what to do. You feel odd under the intensity of his stare, like you’re some specimen on a microscope slide in his lab class, or a statue at the MoMA he’s trying to figure out. Somewhere between examination and perhaps admiration, but that’s probably wishful thinking. Very wishful. You can’t stand yourself. Peter makes his choice before you can start spiralling again.

“I’ll get you the water then, it’s the least I can do.” Like he hadn’t just stopped you from breaking your neck like an idiot. Fuck, he was annoying. You’d give anything for him to be just a little more cynical, to make one bitchy comment about work, anything, instead of being the token happy-go-lucky pretty boy. Every day was spent silently begging him to be worse. Like you.

“No more climbing, okay?”

“I won’t.”

“Maybe you have one more person to rely on now, hm?” There’s another small smile from him, and all of a sudden, you’re embarrassed about the rant you’d been in the middle of when you’d fallen. It was all incredibly cliche, now that you think about it, and you grimace.

“Maybe. You’re beating Spider-Man, at least.”

“Yeah?” Pete’s smile falters a little, his arm jerking at his side, before he places his hand on top of your head. It’s probably one of the most awkward interactions you’ve ever had, even though he was probably just trying to comfort you. Instead, you both cringe at each other, faces wrinkling uncomfortably.

“Dude.”

“Sorry, that was weird. I regretted it as soon as I did it.”

“Get out of here, you freak.”

Peter scarpers, head hidden in his hands once more, and you’re - quite frankly - glad to see the back of him. No more confusing feelings. Now, to deal with this mess. You start with the jar you knocked from the top shelf - some pickled onions that went bad in the nineties, from the looks of it.

There’s some sort of thick cobweb on it, different from the ones you normally see. It must be fresher, as it stuck to your hands and the glass like glue, a sinewy bundle across the label. You shudder at the idea of some huge, mutant spider lurking in the cupboards of Joe’s, with webs the size of bungee cords. Gross - someone should really clean up in here more.

Not you though, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

[finelinevogue]

I love your “little moments” series… I have a weak spot for dad!Harry💕 and I love the relationship between the family’s members 🤗 and I really hope u will continue to update it! And for this series I would like to request Harry doing the 73 questions interview for Vogue and his kids and wife make an appearance (u can choose if the kids are toddlers or teens) and they even answer some questions OR an Howard Stern interview where Harry is asked about his family,maybe the host makes like not so nice-low key shady comments on his wife and on Harry’s daughter coming out story. Ok I’ m done, so sorry ik it’s so long 😅 it’s just I love your series sooo muchhh 🥰🥰 ok I’m done love u have a good day 😘

i’d love to answer this one!! thank you so much for loving my little series💕this one’s for you and for the other request i got which i’m combing with this: “Harry is doing a interview on facetime when his kid crashes the interview.” so pls enjoy and yeah enjoy;

oli - 6, felix - 4, belle - 1

The day had finally arrived for Harry Styles to complete the 73 Questions with Vogue.

It had come to be the promo for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ and his schedule was booked with interview after interview after interview, and it wasn’t ideal for this to all be happening months whilst also having to look after three meddling toddlers, one of whom had only recently turned 1 years old.

The house was chaos. Fun, but chaos. And it was also the setting of this interview.

“Alright you lot, this way.” You shoved your children along to your living room, giving Harry the space he needed with Joe Sabia - the interviewer.

“Thank you love, see you later.” He blew a kiss to you and returned his focus to Joe. This interview was the first of many and it was also a major marketing ploy. These types of interviews were so highly recommended for Harry to be involved in and Jeff had thought it was about time for him to do one.

Joe had arrived around 15 minutes ago, just to

run over the script and remind Harry of the pre-determined questions - which reminded him of the answers that you’d run through with him the night before. Now the cameras were set up, the mic people were all at stand-by and Joe was ready it was time to begin. The children had been so fascinated by all these new people, after not seeing anyone for months due to the coronavirus pandemic, which is why it took a lot of trouble to get them to shuffle away from their beloved dad.

A fake door knock arose.

“Harry Styles hello!”

“Hi!” Harry waved at the camera.

“I’m here to do the Vogue 73 Questions, shall we get to it?”

“Of course! Come in!” Harry welcomed Joe into the house and shut the door behind him, not trusting his little ones to not escape if they were running wild.

“Beautiful house! Is it your only one?”

“No, but it’s my only one in London.” Harry made a point of not exploiting how many houses he did have and where they were. In fact, you still didn’t know about the Island that he was currently investing in just for you. You were a huge conservation activist and so Harry thought you could spend your free time helping the fragile ecosystem on this island.

“Did you design it yourself?”

“Me and my wife built the plans, but we go the experts to finish it all off.”

“What’s your favourite room?”

“Um, probably the living room.”

“Why?”

“So many of my favourite memories have happened in there.”

“Could you give us some?”

Harry could give loads, but they were far too precious for him to just give away. The living room wasn’t even a massive room, it was quite quaint with a couple of sofas, a logwood fire and then rugs and paintings on the walls. It was a home within a home. It was where Felix had taken his first steps. It was where Oli had spoken his first words. It was where Belle had fallen over for the first time and given herself nasty carpet burn. It was where presents were opened at Christmas. It was where you and Harry had made love next to the fire. It was where Felix and Oli had had their first tiny argument. It was where you spent family nights. If your house was a map then that room marked X the spot.

It was treasure. Priceless.

“My favourite would probably be when my wife, Y/N, spilt red wine all over the new white carpet and then proceeded to throw white wine over the stain because she’d read somewhere that it helps to get rid of it.” Harry chuckled at the memory.

“Did it?”

“No, God no. The carpet’s grey now.”

Joe laughed, as did Harry.

“I have to say Harry, you’re looking very fashionable today who are you wearing?”

“Gucci.” He blushed, because he knew that everyone would’e known that without question. He was wearing a lilac silk shirt with his name embroidered on it - but really it was to symbolise your last name not his - with a white wife-beater shirt and white shorts. He looked rich.

“Shouldn’t have asked really? Is your wife as much a Gucci avid fan?”

“She hates anything expensive. I think she still wears the same jeans she was wearing at university!” He knew you’d hit him later for saying that.

“So she’s a hoarder?”

“God yeah. She keeps everything and anything.” Harry laughed in admiration.

“Has she always been?”

“Always. When we went on our first date, her bag was so full that she couldn’t find her purse and she was so embarrassed because she thought I would think she was taking advantage of who I was. Anyways I did end up paying that night, but she had actually, I don’t know how, sent me money for her portion of the bill. From that moment I knew it was going to be her.”

“Do you write songs about her?

“Every day.” He smiled at the thought of the one he’d written just this morning.

“Which one is your favourite about her?”

“I don’t know about favourite, but the one I hold closest to my heart is probably ‘Fine Line’.” Harry stopped there, not wanting to share the intimate details of why and Joe respected that.

“Do your children have a favourite song of yours?”

“They go crazy for Kiwi and Golden. Belle loves Treat People and Oli knows the dance to that one actually.”

“Did you choreograph the dance for TPWK?”

“Partially, but I had help from my friend Paul and Y/N helped too actually.”

Harry and Joe had now made it through the house, weaving in and out of rooms, until they had made it to the Garden. Unfortunately, you’d forgotten to shut the bifold doors to the living room and so as soon as Harry came into focus for your children they immediately ran for him. Oli and Felix could run quite well, but Belle was a lot slower. She was only learning how to walk and so she fell a lot, unless she was being supported by you or Harry. Oli reached his dad first and then Felix, to which Harry knelt down to embrace them in ‘super-dad’ hugs as he liked to call them.

“And who do we have here?” Joe asked.

“Trouble.” Harry replied in jest, but whispered something into his boys ears before backing away.

“Hello i’m Oli.” Oli waved proudly to the camera.

“Hi i’m Fix.” Feliz shied into his dads neck, embarrassed of himself. Harry kissed the back of his head and kept a hold oh him around his back for comfort.

“Fix?” Joe asked at the peculiar name.

“It’s Felix, but he can’t pronounce his own name for some reason so we just call him Fix now. Or Flix. Don’t we buddy?”

“Oh my! I’m so sorry about this!” You ran out in panic, knowing your one job was to keep the kids entertained and away from their dad. At least that was the original plan, but both Harry and Joe like this idea so much more. You were blushing red in embarrassment, picking up a fallen over Belle on your way over to everyone else. “So sorry.”

Belle became restless in your arms, reaching forward for her dad. She whined when she couldn’t quite reach and Harry immediately stood up to take his winging daughter from your arms. As he did, he leant into you and whispered in your ear whilst leaving it a warm kiss behind.

“You’re okay love. Don’t be sorry.”

“Hello Y/N!” Joe spoke.

“Hiya! How are you?”

“I’m great, and you?”

“Peachy.” You laughed, leaning down to collect Felix who was making grabby hands at you. Oli was quite happy standing next to both his parents, one of Harrys hands running through his tiny locks of hair.

“So now we have the family together, how do you feel to all be together?”

You looked to Harry smiled to find him smiling back already at you, knowing you both had a very similar answer. “It feels right. It feels like home.” You answered and Harry nodded in agreement, giving Belle a gentle rock in his arms.

“Are you okay with showing your children’s faces publicly?”

“No we’re not.”

“Looks like we have a hell of a lot of editing to do back at HQ.” Joe laughed, but completely understood the reasoning behind yours two decision. If needed, you could re-film scenes of this interview so that it didn’t include your children. Joe had done his best to keep the camera on you and Harry and luckily the children kept their faces buried in their parents necks anyways. “Is that going to be forever?”

“When they are old enough to decide whether they want to be in the spotlight then we’ll see.” Harry smiled, holding onto Belle tighter because all he wanted to do was keep her protected, and his, forever.

“You two seem like very good parents.” Joe spoke sincerely, and it made you swallow down a sob because it was always really lovely to hear such compliments - knowing you’d struggled with postnatal depression.

“Thank you Joe.” Harry nodded respectfully.

“Okay let’s carry on?”

The interview carried on until Harry had answered so many questions. He redid bits, due the children being too involved and he re-filmed answers to questions he found difficult to answer the first time around. He had such a great experience and was happy with the way that the day turned out.

[manga-gamer]

i’m begging you, like on my knees hands clasped in front of me with giant tears streaming down my face to pls write a sk8 fic where the reader replaces cherry in that one skate against adam and the reaction/ aftermath (the baseball bat skateboard scene) it could be any of the sk8 boys because idk if reki would be better or joe BUT ITS BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND FOR A WEEK, i miss sk8 content so bad, also gn!reader please! if you do decide to take on the request <3

Thank you for the request, anonnie! You can request me for sk8 content at any time, just so you know

Also, this scene!! I hated Adam so much when I saw this

@love-hashira-raine

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You and others watched as Adam reached into the box, pulling out the name that he would be matched up with.

“Ooh! I wonder if I’ll be paired up with Snow! The suspense is killing me!”

He pulled out a paper and when he read the name, he sighed. 

“Rose… whatever. Looks like I’ll be going against them.”

You frowned at his reaction and looked over at Joe and Cherry who were waiting for the rest of the matchups.

“Looks like you’re going against Adam…” Cherry looked at you.

“Don’t get hurt.”

You looked further to see Joe was still staring at the screen. He finally looked at you, his gaze serious.

“Please, don’t get hurt.”

You gave him a smile. “I’m not gonna lose to a person like him.”

“I didn’t say ‘don’t lose’. I said ‘don’t get hurt.’ Which I mean.”

You silently nodded. “I won’t.”

—

The day arrived and you waited at the start line, looking around for Adam. You scoffed and smiled at Joe.

“Looks like he’s a no-show, huh-”

“Were you waiting for me?”

You turned to the entrance and saw Adam skating towards you, dancing on top of his board. He stopped beside you, not giving you a second glance. He smiled out at the crowd who was cheering him on. You rolled your eyes until you noticed that the stoplight lit up. You mounted your board, glancing at Adam. He was looking straight ahead. You looked at the route you two were about to ride until you heard the bell. You propelled yourself onto the track, Adam following and you two skated down the path.

“You’re a good skater~!”

You looked over at Adam and scrunched up your nose at his words.

“I know.”

He smirked at you and you looked away, opting to focus on the race. It was about halfway through, and you were gaining on Adam. He noticed this and looked back at you, giving you a smirk.

"Oh now, darling. That isn't good."

You watched him jump off his board and pick it up, but hadn't realized it, until you were falling off of your board. Your back hit the dirt when you felt the dizziness. He hit you with his skateboard, and he was just standing over you.

You heard quick footsteps running towards you and him and you saw Joe coming into view. He picked you up and glared at Adam.

"You damn son of a bitch."

"Now, now, that language... unbecoming... Joe..."

Your eyes slid closed and everything became more muffled and muddled.

"Just sleep... save your strength."

---

The room was bright and blurry around you, and you reached up to shield your face. You blinked once. Twice. Your eyes finally focused and you saw you were in a hospital room. You moved your hand down and saw Joe sitting next to your bed.

"J...Joe?"

His eyes slowly opened and he looked over at you, letting out a soft huff.

"You're awake."

"Yeah..." You sat up carefully. "How long was I asleep?"

"Not long... Just a day." He looked at the ground. "I should have-"

"There wasn't much you could do. You can't change the matchups and we were on the track."

He crossed his arms. "I just felt like I needed to do more."

You turned to him, a soft smile on your face. "It's fine, Joe." You set your hand atop his. "Please, don't feel bad." You squeezed it lightly before pulling it away."

Joe sighed. "I doubt you'll be able to skate?"

"Yeah, that's gonna be impossible right now. I can't go against anyone for a while."

Joe groaned and shook his head. "I hate Adam."

"I hate him too... so, promise me something."

"Hm?"

"Beat him. Make him pay."

He stared at you before nodding. "Of course, I will. For you." He smiled at you.

You two sat in the hospital room, chatting about nothing with each other, until he had to go.

"Tomorrow, I'm going against Snow. Wish me luck."

"Good luck."

He smiled, showing off his canines. "Thanks. I'll be back tomorrow morning to talk some more. Get some rest."

"Thanks. Have a nice night."

He left the room, waving at you, and you waved back.

[kazuimoto]

hi bby !! could i please request a fic of big brother figure joe and lee langa please ??? maybe something where langa's been feeling down and usually reki cheers him up by tickling him but his bestie is out of town and he tries asking joe but then gets too embarrassed about it ??? thanksies !!

big brother tickles

chars: ler!joe, lee!langa [platonic]

a/n: dani dani dani !! thank you for sending this in agjakgjhfd i love this prompt so much you have no idea . ghjfkdgfhs you're sendinG me into orbit || pls like/rb if you liked this ! tumblr isn't being too friendly bc i'm a new account sigh . all reblogs / comments are appreciated !! thank you hehe

reki was known as many things: langa's best friend, sunshine kid, and resident tickle-monster. numerous years of fighting (tickle) war after war with his siblings made him pretty experienced in the area of tickles, and was no doubt very physically affectionate with his friends. hugs, squeezes, tickles – all these were 100% common in his relationships with langa (and miya).

tickling was not uncommon whenever the duo were together. soft squeezes to langa's hips (otherwise known as death spot 1), raspberries on his tummy (also known as death spot 2), and spidering up and down his sides (commonly referred to as death spot 3) were fairly common as well! needless to say, reki was langa's cheer-upper.

unfortunately, the redhead was out of town just on the day when langa had an extremely no-good, terrible, bad day. he had overslept, then was so disorientated that he ended up skating the wrong route to school – causing him to be late for class, which his teacher had scolded him in front of the entire class for. couple that with a failing grade in japanese literature, langa's day was the worst it had ever been for a while.

"kid? langa? you there?" the muscular man raised an eyebrow and waved, catching langa's attention and making him jump back to reality.

"huh? yeah.. sorry about that." his gaze shifted down to his untouched spaghetti, joe frowning in confusion.

"are you sure you're alright? you don't look fine. remember what kaoru said? to voice out what you need?" the older man looked at langa in the eye, the bluenette nodding.

damnit. he wanted.. he wanted the thing. the thing he always did with reki. the starting-with-the-letter-t-but-i'm-too-embarrassed-to-say-it-out-loud thing.

"...langa? are you going to tell me what happened?" joe asked, slightly amused by how spaced out the boy was.

what would reki do to get what he wanted?

"make me." langa stuck out his tongue uncharacteristically, the older man chuckling at his reaction.

"alright then."

twenty fingers scribbled up and down the blue-haired teen's sides, making him shriek and giggle and the offending fingers. joe laughed along with him, spidering his fingers on langa's knees and straddling him.

"NOHOHOHO!"

"yehehehes!"

"nahaha- nohot my knehehes!"

"well, wasn't that what you wanted? i swear, you and reki are on the same wavelength." the greenette smiled, eyebrows raised at the teen lying on the floor in front of him.

"i- wha- joehehehe!" langa screamed with laughter as the older man started to blow raspberries on his tum, the tickly vibrating sensations forcing giggles and squeals from him.

'joehehehe' was the best tickler he had seen in a while – next to reki, of course. and kaoru.

"nahahaha- joehehe! stohohop!" langa wheezed, giggly shrieks dissipating into breathy giggles.

"alright, alright. are you feeling better?" joe smiled, looking at a panting, tickled out langa.

"mhm. thanks joe." langa mumbled, moving closer to the older man.

sure, reki might not have been there all the time to cheer him up, but at least he had others to take care of him and make sure that he was loved. and that was more than enough for langa.

[chocolate-parfait]

I've never sent an ask before so I apologize if I'm doing something wrong, but could I maybe request some more Gen Z mc headcanons? I just love the idea of mc having a platonic younger/older sibling dynamic especially with Napoleon and Jean 🥺👉👈

dw, dw! here it is✨

Gen Z!MC (pt. 2) - ikevamp headcanons (Napoleon & Jean)

Napoleon

You and Napoleon get along amazingly from the start. Sure, there is a generational gap and many of the things you do or laugh at cannot be explained, but believe me when I say that his charisma and open mindedness make up for it, a lot.

Being the naturally caring person he is, he immediately takes you under his wing (he basically adopts you, like he did with Jean and Isaac). No one is allowed to lay a hand on you for the whole month, else they'd have to catch his hands and sword. Related to this, no matter how much you tell him that you can fight on your own, he will NOT let you. First, he will have you join on his sparring sessions with Jean and teach you the basics, maybe even tell you a thing or two on how to throw a punch, but he'd rather have you safe and sound than covered in bruises and bloody scars.

This may paint him in a slightly overprotective light, but you probably won't even notice it unless you're throwing yourself headfirst into danger. A creep is harassing a woman in the street? Napoleon will deal with it before you can move another step. He was a soldier and an emperor, he has fought for a future of peace and equality, and you, the fruit of his hard work, should avoid any kind of bloodshed.

On the other hand, if the fight is verbal, he will 100% support you and cheer you on. He absolutely adores it whenever he sees the eloquence and unwavering confidence with which you defend your ideals, and he wonders whether a father would be feeling the same way.

Another thing he appreciates about you, is your humor. Although sometimes it kinda upsets him and makes him think about the type of society you must be coming from (self deprecating jokes, mostly), he cannot help but get a good laugh or two whenever he sees you laughing at the most nonsensical things.

One day, he, you and Arthur were talking about your life in the 21st century, when you happened to mention a friend of yours. "..oh yeah! This actually reminds me of my friend, Joe. Though it's too bad that he died of ligma" "I'm so sorry to heart that... what's... what's ligma though? A new illness?" "🕴 L I G M A B A L L S 🕴" im sorry this joke is overused but its 1AM and i saw it on a jujutsu kaisen tiktok pls beare with me

(+ you and Arthur falling to the ground, tears in your eyes and the most horrible whale noises filling up the whole room)

Other times you come up with the most original and unusual phrases that don't match your usual speech at all. "MC, what were you doing before coming here?" "I had sworn an oath of solitude 'till the blight was purged from mine lands" "What..?" "I was in quarantine because of a global pandemic" Oh.

When the time comes for you to say goodbye, he will, of course, feel a heavy dagger in his heart, but he'll gladly let you return to your peaceful time, the place where you belong to the most. Knowing you, you'll surely be fine, after all.

Jean

He's confused at first. You're young, somewhere near his age back when he was alive, and according to what you told the others you come from a """relatively""" peaceful time. without considering police brutality, discriminations, wars in certain countries, and a pandemic. Let's just say that many of us can lead a life without going to war and such But why, why are you so cursed?

Saying that he's taken aback would be an understatement. He simply cannot get more than half of what you talk about, he's not a social butterfly and he struggles with being open with others; you, however, don't seem to mind it too much. You approach him, fearlessly and with genuinely good intentions only. He resists and tries putting distance between you, but there's something, something that makes him want to talk to you, laugh with you and understand you more.

Your arrival shows him that which he could not be. A simple teenager. An innocent person who peacefully lives without having to worry about traitors, incoming battles and the sight of dead comrades in a puddle of their down blood. You look so carefree in whatever you do, even when nervous and hesitant, and yet you do not lack depth. He has seen you defending your principles, the fire in your eyes and spirit wholly concentrated on your interlocutors. Could he have been like that, too, if he had been given the chance?

Ever since meeting you, he's become more and more determined to learn the basics which he had completely missed during a time of war. Reading and writing, for example. He's not as naive as to completely let go of all his sins, but the untainted side of him, which had survived so many years of slaughter and had tied the adjectives "saint" and "pure" to his name, pushed him to work hard for those simple yet rewarding goals.

He's utterly at a loss for words when you propose to help him out though, and even more when he sees the lack of judgmental sneer in your eyes. Could you really be so innocent? Or perhaps it's a sign of your maturity and benevolence? Maybe you two are not so different, after all. Sure, you may be one hell of an oddball, but he surely isn't that normal, either

Whether he likes it or not, Jean subconsciously starts considering you as a younger sibling, and he feels the need to protect you by sacrificing himself; he's the only one with stained hands, you should remain the way you are. Pure and childlike, like he used to be. This will bring you to butt heads every now and then, because yours is not a kindness that stems from ignorance, but from open mindedness and awareness. In the end, you're both mutually taking care of each other, and it's so wholesome that someone's younger brother might feel a bit jealous of your bond.

Teach him some modern songs and some slangs (Jean to the other residents: wassup, my fellow homies!), tell him about popular blockbusters and bestseller stories, do some popular challenges with him, like the chubby bunny one but using macarons instead. Jean will naturally develop a smile, and his usual dark aura will slowly dissipate, like a clear sky after a thunderstorm.

After the month passes by, he gets more and more nervous as the day of your departure gets closer. He's used to saying goodbyes before heading into battle, prepared not to come back alive anymore, but to do it with someone who will be alive, even if years and years after your present time? That's definitely a first for him. Nevertheless, knowing the time where you'll be going back to, he feels reassured, and is finally able, perhaps for the first time in his turbulent life, to say "goodbye" with a smile on his face

[order-of-river-phoenix]

Better Off As Lovers; Josh Ray Person

Fandom: HBO War; Generation Kill

A/N: hi hello how are ya? I’ve arisen. Ik I’ve got some requests piled up and I will get around to them, a couple of them I started working on forever ago. I just wanted to do a little self-indulgent writing to get me going. Also I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but if anyone had any critiques pls let me know!

Warnings: dumb boy syndrome and some language

Taglist: @stressedinadress @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @ricksmorty @hbohmygodx @meteora-fc @vintagelavenderskies @hoosiers-hoe @mavysnavy @inglourious-imagines @warrior-healer @joe-webgott @hannahbear1 @punkgeekcryptid

**reminder: if you’ve since changed your name/url please either let me know so I can change it or change it at the link in my description; ALSO feel free to add/remove yourself as you wish**

__________

"Don't expect me to send you any heartfelt letters about how much I miss you," Ray teased.

"Why because you won't miss me or because you think it's dumb to write letters?"

"Both."

You punched his shoulder, knowing at least one of those wasn't true. "Please. If anything, I won't be missing you. I'll finally be able to lead a peaceful life. I mean, I'm still banned from half the grocery stores in the county—because of you, I might add—"

"Technicality," he interrupted. "You're still banned. Doesn't matter if I had anything to do with it."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes, and you both laughed, but your chest was growing a little tight. You weren't going to say it out loud though. "Take care of yourself. I have no doubt they'll kick your ass in boot camp."

"Don't worry about my ass, Y/N." Ray was grinning now. "Although," he craned his neck around to try and peek at his backside, "I can see why you would."

You had never wanted to kiss Josh Ray Person before in your life, and you'd known him for most of it. But right now, with the thought of him being gone, a small part of you wished it would happen. A bigger, much more reasonable part reminded you why that would be a very bad idea.

"Hey," he said, his voice softening slightly at your change in expression. "No sad goodbyes, remember?"

You blinked away any sadness forming in your eyes and threw him a dumb, cheesy smile. "Do I have to spell it out for you, Ray? I'm not sad."

"Oh okay." He pulled you in for a hug, and you welcomed the embrace. "Well, if you ever do get sad and miss me, I left a copy of the band's demo in your car for you."

_____four years later_____

Ray kept himself awake with caffeine and thoughts of being home.

Both amusing and grating to everyone else, when it came to Ray, with thinking came talking. "And my best friend, Y/N—don't worry, Brad, I still love you—decided to ride around the grocery store in a cart, paddling along with a broom. We weren't allowed to even be in the Save-A-Lot parking lot for two years."

He knew if you had been there you would have corrected him. It hadn't been your idea. He dared you, and you could never turn down a dare. That was one of the foundations of your friendship.

"So... Y/N is the one you're dating right?" Trombley questioned from the back.

Ray resisted the urge to throw a confused look at the kid. However, he had to keep his eyes somewhat focused on the road ahead. "What? No. Y/N's been my best friend forever."

"Oh. Well, you talk about Y/N more than your girlfriend," Trombley noted.

"What? That's not true," Ray scoffed. "Brad, tell them that's not true."

"Person, I can't even remember your girlfriend's name, but I'm quite certain I met Y/N."

"What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? I just have more stories with Y/N because I've known them longer." Ray huffed a few things to himself about how ridiculous this was and how you two were basically siblings.

"It would make complete sense for you to be dating someone that was related to you," Brad slyly added in response to Ray's mumbling.

"Now you're just being obscene. We're not related, and besides, I'm not from that kind of town."

"Ray, you come from a whiskey tango hick town where couples meet at family reunions, and you're living proof." Brad blinked maybe twice while delivering this blow. "Now tell us more about the person you're not dating."

__________

You happened to be outside your own parent's home when a car stopped at the curb. You squinted, trying to see who was inside.

"Ray? That you?" you called as he rounded in front of the car to where you stood in the yard.

"The one and only."

"Well, I'll be damned. How long you been home?" You made your way to him and greeted him with a hug. Even after only brief visits over the last few years, he was still your best friend.

"Just got back today. I stopped by my parents' first and figured I'd find you somewhere."

"And you found me. How are you?" You knew that whatever his answer was, it would only be a partial truth.

"Not bad. Happier now that I've can shit in a familiar toilet.”

You laughed, knowing he’d prefer that over whatever concerns you had for him. “So—“

“I love you,” he interrupted.

Whatever you had been about to say had dissipated from your thoughts like vapor. “I... I love you too.” You frowned, realizing this was a strange moment.

That was always an unspoken truth between you two. Neither of you had ever needed to say it.

A wide grin spread across his face. And maybe... relief? “Thank God. I thought you were going to punch me.”

“I may still,” you warned, though your smile called you a liar.

“Well, while you decide on that, do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“Did you ask me out on a date?”

“I mean, it’ll be at my parents’ house, and my family will be there.” Ray was rarely flustered but appeared to be a little pink in the cheeks now. “But we can do something alone after.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Any time with you is a nice time,” he beamed.

You groaned and squeezed his shoulder, falling back into your comfortable back and forth. “Don’t go corny on me, Ray. Tell me I’m stupid or something.”

“You’re stupid cute.”

Internally wincing, you weren’t sure if the cringing truly outweighed how endearing it was to hear him do anything other than jokingly tease you. “What time do I need to be there?”

“Be ready by 5. I’ll pick you up.”

“Classy.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Ray, you never fail to surprise me.”

[infinitegalahad]

Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)

hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference

Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)

Rami Malek-

Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰

I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love

He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh

Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you

Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back

You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him

Being with Rami, you were a changed person

Your fashion game went UPPPP

Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT

”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.”

Yes, Rami bought you the shirt

You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl

He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)

SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺

This man is omfg i loveee him❣️

Little sneak kisses to your forehead

Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

He would take you shopping at the best stores

“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store

Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best

What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship

When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)

In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process

Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with

And i’m totally not crying as I write this

Both of you were in dark places when you first met

Rami showed how much he truly cared about you

If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support

Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems

Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!

”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ”What do you mean?”

You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him

What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship

The sex between you to was AMAZING

it was VERY intimate

It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said

Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits

It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed

Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎

I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY

Gwilym Lee-

my love for this man? ENDLESS

Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN

anyways to the pLOT

Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive

The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES

He’s such a gentlemen

Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship

Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”

Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location

”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx”   “Treat yourself! 😘xxx”

Like mister I-😳😳

Gwilym is literally such a sweet person

Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions

”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”

”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”

”Teach my your ways!”

Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares

Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”

Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”

He’s such a king we LOVE HIM

Spontaneous trips to France and Italy

Gwilym and you grow super close

Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings

He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations

He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books

”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”

”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”

You wanna be annoyed but can’t

i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY

The two of you would lie in bed together

You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent

As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance

”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”

You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours

I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶

Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨

He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉

He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”

Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES

”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)

Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)

And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽

He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”

hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby

Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man

He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓

Joe Mazzello-

This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌

Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy

He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else

The two of you were inseparable

After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream

After the first date you started calling him Joey

Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs

The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka

With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa

Mr.Mazello has range😌✨

This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames

”Yes my little lover muffin!”

”What is it cutie patootie?”

”You look amazing buttercup!”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment 

You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe

My love for his man is infinite

Joe is super clingy

Hand holding and lots of PDA

He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓

he will always send texts like

”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”

”can you grab milk from the store pls??”

”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”

”Joe, it’s been a day.”

He has so many photos of you in his camera roll

You are his lockscreen😔💓

The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat

Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”

It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable

A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE

All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’

It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?

I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you

The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire

Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like

Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk

Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘

Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨

Ben Hardy-

When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated

But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️

On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug

“Y/n, right?”

“That’s me!”

“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”

You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much

You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London

Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it

Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want

Hotel? Trivago

The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother

You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight

You laughed and talked about thousands of things

In confusion, you had to see Ben again

As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,

”I’d like to do that again.”

”Call me when you want, y/n.”

So your “dates” became more frequent

Ben had the best ideas for dates

Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television

He made sure to spoil you

With gifts, literally and figurreitly

Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt

But it was not the only thing in your relationship

And it was!! Amazing!!

”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳

Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart

Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end

He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything

and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN

No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you

He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh

You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together

It would always end with a cuddle session

Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!

You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌

LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY