#queue could absolutely break my heart

[martinkate]

hi again australia this is post 2/3 reply to this post with song lyrics coded as emojis amd ill try and guess tjem wgebn i wake up

[harryslittlefreakk]

can’t get you off my mind

(late night talking part 2)

Summary: your first night at LOT leads to a new depth to yours and harry’s… friendship

Warnings: smut, 18+!!!

A/n: i love this one. that’s all. this is all based off a very fun dream i had

hi guys!! thank you so much for all the love on this so far. if there’s anything you’d like to see, anything for me to add, anything at all you’d like in the upcoming parts then please let me know 🫶🏼xx

part one

my masterlist can be found here!

Harry spent the entire day thinking about you. He’d dropped you at your hotel that morning, slightly against his will. He woke before you, and couldn’t believe how adorable you looked sleeping. Your hair was a mess from tossing and turning in the night, your cheeks rosy from the morning heat and your rosebud lips puffing out with every breath.

He had places to be and you needed to shower, but once he saw the building you were staying in he decided you’d never go back there. It looked a state. The yellowing brickwork was falling apart, some windows were boarded up and the front door was wedged open for anyone to get in at any time. He made a mental note of your room number before he drove off.

You’d exchanged numbers as you left, but Harry hadn’t heard from you since then. Although he was busy with work at the venue, outfit fittings and some sneaky self-care, he was starting to panic that he wouldn’t speak to you again. So when he’d finally had enough of waiting by the phone like a teenager, he snapped a picture of himself with a sheet mask on. He sent it to you, then followed with a message.

harry: making myself pretty for you :)

He saw you were typing almost immediately, and his heart nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a picture from you flash up. You were wearing a tiny baby tee, and if he looked hard enough (which he absolutely did) he could make out the outline of your nipples under the shirt. You were surrounded by makeup, your hair already styled in perfect waves.

y/n: you’re pretty enough as you are. working hard on myself too 😋

Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he read and reread your message. Tapping his fingers on the side of his phone, he stared up at the ceiling and wondered how you’d just been dropped right under his nose. He always shied away from women who were fans of his work, knowing it can get more complicated that way. But something was different about you, there was a reason he’d bumped into you last night, he was sure of it.

—

With soundcheck finished, all Harry had to do now was get ready. He wondered if you were outside already, where you’d be inside, what you’d be wearing. You hadn’t caved and given him any details, so the possibilities had been running through his mind all day. He paced his dressing room, stretching out his strong arms. Every show was important, every show needed to go right. His first night at Wembley needed to be a good one. He just hoped he’d spot you, know you were there so he didn’t have to keep looking for you. Sighing, he decided to send you one final text before shutting his phone off and getting in the zone.

harry: meet me at my hotel after the show? won’t be there until later but can give your name to the front desk :) x

y/n: only if i’m not intruding !!! good luck tonight, break a leg 🦵 x

Meanwhile, you were in the queue outside the stadium with your best friend, Joanie. You were both wearing denim halter playsuits, her with a blue feather boa and yours white. You’d met each other at school where you bonded over One Direction, so you wished to be able to tell her about your night with Harry. But you knew whatever friendship was blossoming between you two could only continue in private, at least for now, and you knew she’d understand when you eventually told her. She was watching you as you stood there, jittering and anxiously checking your phone. “What’s up with you?,” she asked, her face scrunched up. “Oh. Nothi- I’m just anxious to get inside,” you lied through your teeth, hoping she wouldn’t ask any further. You knew the last thing on Harry’s mind right now would be texting you, yet you still waited for another message. You had your phone brightness turned all the way down so no one could see, and clicked on your text chain with Harry every few minutes. You couldn’t stop looking at his selfie, his glistening green eyes against the white of the mask, the relaxed look on his face. He was shirtless, the heads of his inked swallows just creeping into frame. You hadn’t even clocked he’d slept shirtless last night. The things you’d do if presented with that again ..

The queue began to move inside, and every wall you looked at showed you pictures of Harry’s face. It felt totally insane that the same man you’d joked around with like old friends was the one you’d be screaming to shortly. Part of you wanted to dial down your enjoyment, make him think you’re just a casual fan so he felt more comfortable around you- but you knew the second he came on stage that would be out the window.

You found a perfect spot a few rows back from the front of the walkway, knowing Joanie wanted to see ‘little freak’ and ‘matilda’ up close. It wasn’t long until you heard the opening chords of ‘daydreaming’ and watched Harry burst onto the stage. The atmosphere was electric, and he looked divine in his red and white patterned jumpsuit. You and Joanie were screaming and jumping like children at a school disco, in pure disbelief of the love and wholesome vibes around you.

When Harry appeared just in front of you, you felt a buzzing in your chest. You’d seen his eyes scanning the crowds, as if he was looking for someone, and you really hoped he was looking for you. As soon as you thought about it, his eyes landed upon yours. He sucked in a long breath, losing his train of thought mid-ramble. Harry thought you were beautiful last night but you looked almost heavenly tonight. Your playsuit hugged your curves perfectly, the half-up zipper showing an inviting amount of cleavage. He could see all the tattoos dotted up and down your arms, and the way you were grinning at your friend made his heart melt a little. You had an air of innocence about you, which he loved. Suddenly, your friend was looking at him awestruck and nudging you to see. You half-waved, sending him a subtle wink so as not to alert Joanie to anything weird. Harry managed to carry on with what he was saying, but his eyes barely left you the entire time he was there.

By the time he got around to ‘late night talking’, Harry literally couldn’t get you off his mind. In a sea full of people, it’s like there was a spotlight on you. The way you were dancing, your hair flying around you, he was mesmerised. The rest of the show continued in a blur, with Harry barely in control of his own actions. Going through the motions until he could see you later on. Grinding against the microphone, acting out the dirtier parts of every song. You riled him up in the perfect way.

“I need a little help from you all,” he spoke into the microphone, one hand scanning the crowd. “It’s a little hot today, and I think we need to cool down.” His face remained serious, though the crowd laughed after his antics all night. He was positively feral. Rolling his shoulders back, Harry grabbed the microphone as the first lines of ‘kiwi’ tumbled out his mouth. It didn’t take long for him to be back in front of you, already drenched from the splashes of water he’d requested. He was standing there with a devilish smirk plastered on his face, full water bottle in hand.

She sits beside me like a silhouette

His hand traced the curves of his own body, eyes locked onto yours once again. The words you were screaming were no more than tiny squeaks now, heart caught in your throat as you watched Harry gyrating in front of you.

Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet

He raked a hand down the front of his body, pulling away just before he reached his goods. Something in his eyes said he wanted to touch himself right here, right now.

And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it

It's like I paid for it

He pointed towards you now, apparently totally incapable of anything except showing the world that he wanted to fuck you. Heat was swirling round your insides, this song did enough for you without Harry singing it for you.

I'm gonna pay for this

Just as the burning in your core got too much to bear, Harry unscrewed his water bottle and threw the contents right at you. You shrieked as the water hit you, drenching Joanie and the other girls around you. Harry returned your wink, the green of his eyes barely visible around his blown pupils, and moved on as if nothing happened.

“Oh my God!” Joanie screamed, jumping up and down at your side. “He was looking right at you!!”

You were so flustered, you couldn’t even find words to respond. You were almost nervous for the show to finish, hoping Harry still had this energy later.

—

Opening the door to your hotel room, you looked around with your jaw dropped. Everything was gone, all your makeup and clothes vanished from the piles around the room. All that was left was some gym shorts, a black t shirt and the pair of sneakers you wore last night. You turned on your heel, furious that someone had been fiddling with your stuff while you were away. It was only then that you saw the note pinned to the back of the door.

Y/N, this hotel sucks. Got you a room in mine. See you soon , H x

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. That cheeky little bastard didn’t even pre warn you that he’d cleared out your hotel room. You were desperate for a cold shower after the heat of the concert. Instead, you got changed quickly and scrubbed your makeup off, hoping that would make you feel a little fresher. Harry hadn’t even left you clean panties to change into.

—

Barging into his hotel room with the note still in your hand, you were half surprised to even see Harry standing there. You assumed he’d still be a while, but then, he didn’t have to battle through the crowds to leave the stadium. “There you are,” he grinned, so much more relaxed than you’d seen him a few hours ago. You flapped the note in the air, unable to even find words to question him. “Hey,” he started, stalking towards you slowly. “You can’t stay there alone, I don’t trust that place one bit. I put all your stuff in your room- it’s just one floor down from here.” You calmed down slightly at that, not even sure why you were so worked up to begin with. He was right, your hotel was the lowest of the low. “Thank you,” you mumbled, looking up at him. Harry was standing right in front of you now, wearing only a thin t shirt and the gym shorts from yesterday. He looked exhausted, but totally wired.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” he whispered, barely audible above the hum of the music he had playing. “Are you kidding?!” You replied, eyes lighting up as a grin stretched across your face. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” you laughed, poking a finger into Harry’s muscular chest. He grabbed your hand when you didn’t move it away, looking into your eyes with parted lips. His own eyes were darkened, his pupils blown with a look you couldn’t quite place. They dragged up and down from your eyes to your mouth, and just being subject to his gaze lit a fire in your core. He was animalistic. Harry traced along your jaw with his free hand, tentatively as if waiting to be stopped. Only, you didn’t stop him. You weren’t sure you could speak, even if you wanted to.

He let go of your wrist and ran both of his hands through his damp hair, before wiping down his face with his right hand. Harry took a step closer, his big frame overshadowing you as you stepped back until your hips hit the kitchen counter. Please, please let this go as far as I want it to, you silently prayed, wishing Harry could read your mind right now. He was still looking down at you, his firm chest rising and falling quickly. You placed a gentle hand against his pec, checking his eyes for any sign as to his next move. Harry merely cocked his head in response, as if trying to figure you out too. “Harry, please,” you moaned softly, hoping this would be all the permission he needed to have his wicked way with you.

Almost instantly, his hands were under your thighs, scooping you up and placing you on the countertop. He tilted your chin up and looked over your face one more time before his lips smashed into yours, starting a battle of tongues, teeth and lips. You wrapped an arm around his broad shoulder, allowing his tongue further into your mouth. Harry’s teeth tugged at your lower lip as he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours. You were panting, half from the lack of air but mostly from the heat in your belly. You mentally scolded him for not leaving you clean panties as they were double soaked now. You wrapped your ankles around his hips, pulling him closer into you until your cores connected. His thick shaft poked your inner thigh, leaving you moaning and crumbling in front of him. “You had me going crazy all night,” Harry moaned against your mouth, pushing his hands up and under your t-shirt. He kneaded your soft breasts as if they were warm dough, pinching your nipple as his lips moved down to your neck. His name tumbled out of your mouth over and over again, Harry, Harry, Harry, ringing around your head as he got to work on your body.

He stepped back, tilting your head up again to look him in the eyes as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your shorts and panties. You gave him a small nod, knowing he’d take that as your consent to do whatever he fancied with you. Harry whipped them off in one go, his cock twitching at the sight of you. Your lips were swollen and pink, pupils blown with lust. He could see the wetness glistening between your folds, looking beyond inviting. His fingers trailed up your thigh, circling your button before slipping between your folds. Your head fell to his shoulder as he pushed in and out of you, stroking at your sweet spot. Your walls were tightening around his knuckles already, so much pent up pleasure pushing you close to your climax already.

“So close already, sweet girl?” Harry drawled, peppering kisses down your throat. You could only moan in response, feeling a ball of heat deep in your core. He slipped another finger in, rubbing on your button with his thumb, desperate to coax you to your high. “Right there Harry, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you panted, screwing up your eyes as he bought you closer. “Look at me, Y/N, look in my eyes as you come,” Harry warned, his tone stern yet breathy. The minute you looked up at him, your orgasm flooded over you. Your thighs were shaking as you called out his name through pants, a hand gripping the back of his thick curls.

He kept his fingers moving inside you, slower now as you came down from your high, before rubbing a hand along your waist. “You needed that, huh? Did so good for me baby,” he spoke softly, pressing kisses into your jawline. “I’m gonna take you to the bed now, okay?” He asked, pushing your hair out of your face. You simply nodded, unable to speak after such a fast and heavy orgasm.

Harry slipped off his shirt before sliding an arm under you and gripping you tight, carrying you over to the giant bed. He laid you down gently in the centre of the bed, kicking off his shorts and boxers. Your eyes were drawn to his groin as he gave himself a quick stroke, his erection bouncing up to smack the centre of his laurels. He was big. Bigger than he felt pressed against you, maybe bigger than you’d ever seen. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at you with his lips rolled into his mouth. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m clean, Harry. And I’m on birth control,” you offered. Harry grinned. He wouldn’t normally go raw, he knew the risks all too well. But man, did he want to. He could already feel the way your walls would stretch around him, the sheer pleasure of splitting you in two with no barrier in the way. It was risky, but he’d already taken enough risks with you. One more wouldn’t hurt.

He climbed on top of you, resting one hand to the left of your shoulder. Guiding his cock to your folds, he moaned at the slightest touch. You’d had him hard for so long now, Harry knew he wouldn’t last long when he finally got inside you. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips as he pushed his head inside of you. He took the first few inches slow, reeling from how tight you were around him. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay pet?” He looked deep into your eyes as you nodded, throwing an arm around his neck. “More, please Harry,” you whimpered, using one foot to nudge the back of his thigh. “You wanna take it all, princess? Gonna get fucked so good by daddy’s cock?”

You moaned louder at his words, pure filth tumbling out of his dirty, dirty mouth. Harry bottomed out inside you, throwing his head back in relief. He had every intention of starting off slow and careful, but after pulling out, his first thrust was already hard and sloppy. He needed you too badly to waste time warming you up. “You feel so good baby, never had someone so tight around me.” He rocked into you quickly, his free hand gripping onto yours. You had no idea sex could ever feel as good as it did right now. His cock was filling every inch of you, forcing satisfaction into places you’d never felt before. “Harry, fuck-“ you whined, “I’m close.”

“Come for me, I want you to come baby.” His groin was rubbing against your clit, your pleasure threatening to spill out of you again. You looked up at him, just as he’d requested before, and stretched your neck to press sloppy kisses along his collarbone. Your body started to tense up again, you could feel your walls clenching around his shaft. You writhed under him, this orgasm more intense than you’d ever had. “Fuck baby, fuck. Where do you want me to come?” He stuttered, throwing everything left in his body into thrusting in and out of you as you came down from your high. “Inside me, please, fuck Harry.” You panted, clawing into the back of his neck. He wasted no time in painting your walls with his come, his thrusts becoming sloppy and half-arsed as he cried out your name.

—

“You didn’t have to do that, you know. I wasn’t expecting it or anything,” you spoke softly, moving your head to look up at Harry. He only wrapped his arm around you tighter, pressing a kiss into the top of your head. “I know. I wanted to.” He replied, pulling the duvet on top of you both with his free hand. “Seemed like you wanted it too,” he smirked, nestling his chin into your hair. You slapped his chest playfully, eyes heavy after your long night. You both fell asleep like that, tangled up in each other, wearing nothing but a pair of pants each.

part three

[thekissofaphrodite]

Hiii im absolutely in-love with your writing and I was wondering if you could do Clarisse X daughter of Hecate (ive seen a few fics of this dynamic and as a child of Hecate and someone who has a massive crush on clarisse I love seeing works like those lmao)

THIS IS AMAZING OML. TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS!! THIS IS SO FUN TO MAKE <33

Black Magic

Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Hecate!Reader

Summary: Brewing potions and matchmaking is a fun but not much fun as admiring the infallible Clarisse La Rue.

Warnings: KISSING. (i noticed that almost all of my requests had this warning :P )

Author's Note: I'M BACK WITH MY LAPTOP! AND I'LL TAKE A DAY OFF FROM SCHOOL SINCE IM TIRED FROM TRAVELING BUT HERE I AM! I DO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS.

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You loved the smell of brewing potion.

As a child of Hecate, you and your half siblings were often known as witches and matchmakers at camp. But still, some campers looked you in the eye and would call you a freak, Boasting about how their godly parent were part of the olympians, pointing at your mother's lack of place beside the Olympians.

Still, you've got a queue of campers (Mostly girls) waiting outside your cabin, The first ones left your workshop with a big smile on their faces or clutching their best friend whispering excitedly.

you and your siblings don't exactly share the same power for your mother had blessed you with different, but divine powers, and sure enough, you got foreseeing.

But some also left with a distraught expression and muttering a string of curses at you...It's not your fault that that their crushes aren't interested in them! You're just a fortune teller!

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"B-but this is a mistake! I love Presley! your magic is wrong!" Cried a girl from the aphrodite cabin, tears streaming down her cheeks, smudging her mascara, You gave her a sympathetic look before sighing.

"That's not what it said here..." You looked down at your cauldron with purple-ish pink bubbling liquid, The Boy, who you assumed was presley, had another girl in his arms, twirling her around as they dance into a romantic song. The aphrodite girl stormed away furiously, purposely knocking down several of your stacked candles and jars full of ingredients.

Then, You saw the girl bump into someone, It was Clarisse. The girl frowned, but then gulped when she saw Clarisse staring back at her.

The moment Clarisse saw you, her eyes soften a little bit, her lips curling into a smile as she watched you get flustered.

"Hey"

"Hey" You blushed as you hid your face in a book.

"Can i try?" Clarisse asked.

"Try what?" You raised your brow, staring at her carefully, The cauldron separating you two in between.

"That fortune potion thingy, I wanna know who i'd end up with" Her words made your heart break a little bit, You had a big crush on clarisse la rue the moment you stepped inside camp, and now here she is, you crush asking you to foresee her future with someone else.

You swallowed your disappointment and anger before nodding, your face frowning a little bit as you set your book down and grabbed a pair of scissors.

"I need a piece of your hair" You said, Clarisse then grabbed the scissors and cut a decent amount of hair.

She watched you carefully, her brown eyes glinting with admiration as you recited latin and greek spells before dropping her hair into the cauldron, the smoke started rising and the liquid started bubbling, at first, you thought your eyes deceived you, you saw yourself with clarisse, sitting under a tree your back leaned against hers as you two laughed, hands intertwined as the sun rays hit you two.

you became breathless, your body stiff, Clarisse was confused, her dark brows raised as she scanned your expression.

"Oh my gods, please don't tell me it's Chris Rodriguez" She said, she secretly hoped it would be you, the thought of chris rodriguez and her being all lovey dovey made her sick.

When she peaked into the cauldron, She felt victory, joy, ecstasy she couldn't describe it. Every happy emotions filling her as she watched herself and you in the cauldron, laughing while kissing each other's cheeks lovingly.

You became speechless while watching Clarisse's eyes beam with joy, You two stared at each other for a moment before the Ares girl took the matters to her hands and kissed you.

It took you a moment to process what's going on. Then you find yourself kissing her back, pulling her closer as her breasts pressed against yours.

You two were then interrupted by the sound of the door opening, you two quickly pulled away and stepped back. Clarisse pretended to look around while you improvised some words to save you and Clarisse from being caught.

Your half sister, Lou Ellen looked at you and Clarisse before going to her trunk, rummaging into her things.

"I'll have your strengthening draught ready by tomorrow" You blurted at clarisse, You looked at her and she stared back before nodding.

"Of course" She whispered.

As she left, You saw her wink at you cheekily before closing the door.

"What's that ares girl doing here?" Lou Ellen asked.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all" You whispered, still feeling her lingering touch.

A/N: THIS IS AMAZING OMG!!! I TRIED MY BEST TO MAKE IT MORE WITCHY AND STUFF BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!!

[earthtooz]

x : COUPLE HUNDRED MILES :*+ﾟ

in which: you're a few minutes away from boarding a flight when an unexpected mikage reo appears and spills his heart to you.

warnings: 1.4k words, swearing, gn!reader, reader sits on reo's lap towards the end, fluff, previous rejection turned romance, bad writing :P, reader and reo are uni students and 20-ish

a/n: this was me practicing to get back into writing bc i am approaching sem break soon and have a lot of things to get out on my plate... but this was also me... being absolutely in love with reo... so... enjoy!

in a few minutes, you’ll be boarding a flight that takes you abroad for six months.

six months of not seeing your friends or family physically, six months of immersing yourself in a new culture, and six months away from the country where you confessed your love to mikage reo, only to be embarrassingly shut down.

boarding passes and passport in hand, you cringe at the haunting memory once more, but the overhead voice of the airport speakers pulls you out of your misery to announce that the boarding for your flight was open.

remaining rooted to your seat in the terminal, you calmly watch as other flight-goers scramble to be the first ones in the line. being apart of the rush was never something you preferred, always lagging behind to find your seat over 

you never really liked being apart of the rush, preferring to lag behind and find your seat whilst everyone was sitting down rather than joining the uncomfortable push and pull of airplane aisles. 

the queue moves at a moderate pace and when there’s only 30 or so people left, you grab your luggage to secure a spot. 

but, a yell of your name reverberates through the airport and you, like many other shocked passengers, turn around to see where the commotion was coming from… only to see reo running right up towards you.

the other passengers didn’t gasp like you did, didn’t have their hearts plummet to the ground like yours did, and most certainly didn’t feel the bout of panic that rammed into you like a bullet train.

what did you do in a past life to deserve this?

you had confessed your pure-hearted, genuine affections for reo only to be met with the stinging palm of rejection slapping you across the face. when he told you that he liked someone else, and in the next breath asked if you could stay friends, the only response you had was to mutter a pathetic ‘sure’ before turning on your heel and walking away from the boy you’ve been longing after. you’ve been ignoring reo since, avoiding him where possible, pretending like you didn’t see him when your paths crossed, and perpetually ignoring all texts of his. 

now he manifests right in front of you, having followed you all this way to the airport. this six month cleanse was not starting off on the right foot. 

he’s red and sweaty and empty handed and you’re wondering when you’ll be able to stop seeing mikage reo as a gift from the heavens. it’s unfair for him to look good whilst puffed out, but you think that’s what makes him all the more unreachable.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you hiss. 

for a second, you don’t think reo will reply, too entrenched in the idea that this person in front of you is nothing but a trick of your mind. karma for running (more like flying) away from your problems.

against the haziness of your mind, this reo responds. “i need to tell you something.” 

“could you not have texted?” you gesture to your phone for emphasis. “what could be so important to make you run all the way out to an airport? and how did you make your way into the terminal?”

“because i’m catching a flight.” 

you raise an eyebrow.

“-to your heart.” 

“don’t joke around with me like that,” you mutter, a stupid smile making its way to your face, causing you to hide your giggles behind your hands. you still have the capacity to take his jokes lightheartedly. reo thinks that is a good sign. “why are you actually here?”

“because i’ve realised something.” 

“what does that have to do with me?” 

reo inhales sharply before exhaling a quick “i like you too.”

your mouth drops. reo shifts his weight between his feet awkwardly. the person behind you in line with his wife and kids coughs awkwardly and you grab your luggage and reo and pull them both to the side, face hot. there’s only a few minutes before your flight leaves, but there is a disaster on your hands and a whole lot of questions you need answered.

“what do you mean you ‘like me too’?” you ask, any hostility previously in your tone disintegrating as you meet reo’s gaze. he looks at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. 

“it means that i like you, and i think we should go out.”

“but… why the change of heart?”

he rubs the back of his head awkwardly, “because you ignored me for three weeks and i didn’t like it. i didn’t like not being able to talk to you and not being around you.”

“what about the person that you liked before?”

he cringes at the mention of them. “let’s not think about that, i’ve moved on.” it sounds like there’s more to the story than reo’s letting on, but you don’t pry, not yet at least. “all that matters is that i like you- a lot, and i would like another chance if you’d allow me.”

“i… don’t know,” you murmur, watchful of the gate and how little people there were left in the queue, meaning that you should probably get a move on if you didn’t want to miss your flight. “you know what, we’ll talk about it when i land-”

“-i have two first class tickets.”

“what.”

he shows you the boarding passes proudly, splaying them out to reveal that there was, indeed, two first class tickets. 

“so… you… bought- hold on, you weren’t joking and the flight you need to catch is mine? how did you-”

“-i worked my magic,” the purple-haired winks at you, shooting an arrow straight through your heart. damn his boyish charms. 

“that’s not at all a good answer!” you hiss. “reo, please tell me you’re not getting on that flight.”

“i am.”

“university starts in a week!”

“and?”

“i’m- what do you mean, ‘and’?”

“and? i’ll be back in time for it to start. you matter more.”

you huff. “you’re not getting on that flight, reo.” 

he smiles at the roll of his name off your tongue. “but i am.”

“no you’re not.”

“well you can’t stop me.”

you deflate, dropping your shoulders. he’s right.

“besides, can you really say no to first class?” the purple-haired waves the tickets in front of your face and you have half a mind to push them out of the way. 

sparing a glance over to the gate, you realise just how little people are left in the line, leaving you no choice but to agree. stupid reo and his negotiations. you look back at him. “you didn’t have to do that, i would have been fine in economy.”

“yeah but i would not have, and first class would be a lot better with you in it.”

you push his shoulder lightly. “spoiled brat.” 

“maybe, but you like this spoiled brat, and we’re going to miss the flight if we don’t hurry so,” he gestures to the gate, “after you.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you murmur fondly and he grins charmingly. “we’re definitely talking about this later.”

“we’re going to do a lot more than just talk, c’mon.”

EXTRA SNIPPET:

“so you’re going to stay the week with me as i settle in for exchange? our semester starts next week, are you sure you’ll be back in time?” you ask, halfway into the flight. reo had decided to invade your pod and now made himself comfortable with you sitting on his lap. you can’t decide whether you like how comfortable he is with you (you like it; a lot).

reo has always been touchy with you, even when you were ‘just friends’. draping himself around you, holding your hand to ‘keep them warm’, and offering piggy-back rides were normal, but now that it was established that you two will be something more than just friends, his affection truly has no bounds.

“even if i’m not then what’s the harm? some of my classes are online and don’t mark attendance,” the purple-haired hums, taking a sip of the cup of coffee he ordered.

you sigh. “you’re horrible.”

“maybe, but we’re young and we deserve to live a little.”

“true.” 

“and what if you meet someone there? i can’t have that happening. i need to establish myself as an oligopolist- market dominance in the sea of potential competitors.”

the purple-haired stares at you expectantly, and you’re not exactly sure how to respond to his sudden spiel apart from a helpless: “i can’t believe i like a finance bro.” 

for whatever reason, he giggles. “i can’t believe you like me.”

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[simpforboys]

Hellooooo! I’ve binged you Avatar works while I’ve been sick and they’ve been such a comfort 💙

I’d love to request a fluffy Neteyam x Reader where they’ve tried to get pregnant for awhile but nothing has worked so far, but then reader finds out that they’re actually pregnant and breaks the news to Neteyam <3

Also, pregnancy is a kinda dividing topic, so absolutely no pressure to write anything and no hard feelings if you don’t feel comfortable! ☺️

into the light

neteyam sully x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: when the sullys ended up in awa’atlu, you never expected to find yourself mated and pregnant with toruk makto’s son.

warnings: pregnancy, angst, outing of pregnancy, swearing, mentions of smut, soft!neteyam, fluff ending, the parents mad af but they come around, not proof read

aged up!neteyam, don’t like? don’t interact!!

combining this request (from my queen el<3) with this!!

you still remember the way it felt when you locked eyes with neteyam for the first time.

hair pulled back into a high ponytail with the front twisted back, your hair swayed as you heard a commotion with your people.

being the oldest of tsireya and ao’nung, you were at fault for them. so when you saw your siblings in the front, you immediately walked over.

“tsireya, ao’nung, rotxo-“ you scolded, but quickly shut up when you saw the tall male staring directly at you.

your ears fell and a heat rushed into your face, your stomach churning as it felt like electricity between you two.

you and neteyam practically clicked immediately. however, you couldn't exactly come forward about your feelings to your mother as she was not fond of the omatikayas.

the only person who did know about your secret relationship was your best friend, mereyay, after she had seen you and neteyam holding hands on the beach one late afternoon.

the night you and neteyam had decided to become mates was beautiful.

your eyes sparkled under the stars, smile bright as a flower was tucked behind your ears. neteyam smiled down at you, a flustered look on his face as he held his hands in yours. you both sat on your knees in the cove of the ancestors.

"my beautiful girl," neteyam ran his hand down your cheek as you stared up at him in adoration.

you took your queue, looking him in the eyes as you two made tsaheylu. your senses strengthened as your souls intertwined, both your ears faltering as you hugged your mate close to you.

"we are mated for life, ma neteyam."

neteyam cupped your jaw, pulling you towards him as his lips tenderly kissed yours. he hovered over you until your back hit the stone, the ocean calm with waves splashing over by the reef. it was too perfect.

that night you officially became neteyam's, letting him take your body and claiming it as his, much as his was yours.

you had heard stories from the villages for years about how the night you officially mate was when you were to expect a child from eywa, and when you got no signs of pregnancy, it pained your heart.

but neteyam was there with you for every step. and frankly, he didn't mind having your pretty legs wrapped around him.

he could sense your sadness every time the village was welcomed with a child, your baby fever high as all you wanted was to be blessed from the great mother.

and ronal could tell there was something bothering you, but every time she pressed on it, you would dodge the question.

and the day you finally got the signs, your skin glowed and your eyes were filled with happiness. all you had to do was tell neteyam, trying to figure out when it was the best.

you approached mereyay as she helped the children weave baskets.

"'eylan (friend), i have great news."

mereyay looked up at you, nose scrunching as she dismissed the children. you watched as they ran off, thinking that within years that your child would be learning the way of your people.

"what has happened?" mereyay asked. she was a couple inches taller than you, deep blue eyes, with short curly hair she kept tucked behind her ears. her nose was pointed and she had sharp cheekbones, looking as if they could slice anyone. her tribal tattoo circled her left eye, making her look tough.

"i am with child. the great mother has blessed me." you were grinning, your happiness overlooking how her eyes twitched.

"that is wonderful, y/n! does neteyam know?"

"not yet. i want to tell him in a special way."

"i can help you."

"oh, you don't have to-"

"no, really. my best friend is blessed, i want to help!"

➽─────────────────❥

but the plan faltered quickly when your mother's tulkun and her calf were killed by the sky people.

tonowari and ronal were making a speech in the gathering pod, your people doing your war cry as your ears turned down.

you stood next to your mate, trying to hide your fear as your people needed you. but just as tonowari made any speech of war, mereyay stepped forward and silenced the crowd.

your heart pounded in your chest as she looked up at your parents.

"i believe it is best that y/n stay back, considering she is with child."

gasps were heard in the pod as mereyay stared at you, her normally dark eyes even darker as her ears were pointed upwards.

jake grabbed neteyam's shoulder as your lip trembled, the pieces connecting to the omatikayas and your family.

"is this true?" ronal spat at you, her eyes narrowed as she watched you cry.

neteyam looked at you, shock written on his face. you turned towards your mate, ducking your head down.

"it is true. i am pregnant."

you heard your mother hiss as tsireya grabbed your forearm, trying to comfort you. tonowari pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.

"you mated with y/n?" you heard jake's harsh scolding.

"how could you?" you looked up at mereyay.

"i trusted you... i trusted you!" anger ran through your veins as you pointed at her. the woman just shrugged, betrayal going on your face as you sobbed out.

neteyam caught you in his arms, the villagers all staring at mereyay.

"why would you do this to my daughter?" tonowari asked, his voice deep.

"she is a traitor! breeding with a half blood, his siblings aren't even true na'vi!" mereyay hissed.

"that is enough." neytiri hissed back, her eyes wide and full of hatred.

"we will deal with this later. right now, we fight!"

"tonowari, we cannot fight. you must warn the tulkun as they are being hunted!" jake spoke up.

within moments, the villagers scattered as you stood with neteyam in the hut.

"you are with my child?" he asked, placing his hand on your tummy.

"i wanted to tell you in a special way, not like this," you sniffled.

neteyam wiped your tears, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. he was always so loving, so tender.

"i am sorry, ma neteyam." you frowned, putting your head in his chest as he hugged you tight.

"don't be sorry, ma y/n. you are my mate, my past, present, and future. and i am beyond excited for this baby, even if the announcement wasn't as planned."

he joked, making you laugh against him. he always knew what to say, knowing you better than you knew yourself.

"i love you, neteyam."

"i love you nìt’iluke (forever), y/n."

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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut @aonungsmate

[nian-7]

Bsd Band Things (bsd x gn!reader) [platonic or romantic!]

✧fluff

-Atsushi sings his heart out on stage and god does it make him nervous when he sees you cheering him on in the crowd. He really can't help but have a smile show up on his face when he sees you there, enjoying the show. After the show, he looks forward to seeing you backstage and thanking you for coming! He really felt like he sang better knowing that you were there.

-Dazai personally invited you to come to the concert and pointed you out to Atsushi. He will make sure you are close enough to the stage for him to be able to squat down and fit in a quick chat (that has some of his other bandmates sighing as they wait for him so they can begin the next song).

-Junichiro honestly didn't even realize you were in the crowd until he spotted you cheering with Naomi. Oh boy did that bring up some nerves that he had buried before the show. Even with the chaotic atmosphere that the band brings sometimes, he always seems to fit right in and you always shoot him a thumbs up whenever he looks your direction. He really does appreciate the encouragement.

-Queue Ranpo seeing you in the crowd and winking at you. Did his playing suddenly get better when he saw you and Fukuzawa standing amidst the crowd? Surely you're imagining it. He so will show off to both you and Fukuzawa, he is most definitely expecting for you to come backstage after and praise him.

-Chuuya invites you and gets your the absolute best seat possible. He paid for your ticket just so you could see him. He's got to one up Dazai after hearing that he invited someone to his own concert. You have a backstage pass and everything, all paid for by him. He feels extra good knowing that you're in the crowd and it makes him sing even better.

-Akutagawa and Gin both didn't expect you to show up. Whether it be you likely would have been busy or it wasn't your type of music but, nonetheless you showed up. If you happen to be close enough, you'll try to hand Akutagawa his cough drops when he starts to cough and you always give Gin a big smile whenever she looks your way. The siblings both are happy that you're there even if they won't admit it to you.

-Michizou does so much crowd work during the intermissions and during instrumental breaks. He's always handing out high fives or getting the crowd hyped up. He's just got such a fun attitude that you both give each other a smile whenever he passes by you on his way around, high fiving those who want it. If you're lucky, he might even decide to ruffle your hair before going back to his spot on stage.

-Higuchi is in the back, supporting the band but, you're always cheering her on. Although she might be a bit more focused on Akutagawa sometimes, when she sees you she gets a big grin on her face. She's just so happy and she really wants to introduce you to her bandmates afterwards! If you have time, of course.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[chaotic-on-main]

sky my lovely!!! first off congratulations you absolute sweetie pie!! so deserved and I cant wait to watch you grow more <3

second!! im sliding a $5 across the ice cream truck counter very suavely to order a pralines and cream with hot fudge (my absolute favorite!!) I'm thinking awkward unspoken feelings friends to lovers type thing?? like how long can we ignore that we woke up in each others arms??? AGH okay I love you mwah mwah thank you

Order up!! One pralines and cream with hot fudge for Mars!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event

☾ Pairings ➼ Megumi Fushiguro x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, expletives, one bed, friends to lovers (almost), modern au

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Mars!! Thank you so much for sending in a request! I may be a Levi girly, but I gotta admit I had a lot of fun writing this. I definitely did not start this at 2am and decided to stay up til 5am to finish it. I'm queueing this up though, worry not. Also I realized last minute you might have wanted more of the aftermath of waking up in each other's arms so if you would like a second part to this, please let me know?? I wouldn't mind, as I have something in mind that could work. But if I had continued, it would have easily been over 5k words and I need to work on other requests LMAO.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

It would figure with your shitty track record, everything and their mother would do anything in their power to stop you from reaching your destination – your hometown. Due to traffic, multiple car wrecks, and now what felt like the heaviest thunderstorm known to man – you find yourself sitting behind the wheel 9 hours into what should have been a 7 hour drive. And according to the GPS display on the dash, you’re still a couple hours away from where you’re supposed to be.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip the steering wheel in distress. The rain comes down in sheets, making the wipers work overtime just to give you a few seconds glimpse at the road ahead. You sat in silence because you had turned the radio off a few miles back so you could focus. A cough to your right startles you and it takes everything within you to not swerve off the road.

“Shit! Megumi, what the fuck.” You hiss, pressing your hand to your chest in a means to calm your beating heart.

“I just coughed, calm down.” Your black haired companion mumbles, rolling his eyes at you. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Well excuse me for trying to keep us alive. If you couldn’t tell, there’s a lot of shit happening outside.” You scowl. In your high-strung concentration, you completely forgot about your best friend sitting in the passenger seat. He’s the whole reason why you’re even going back home in the first place.

One of his friends from high school is getting married back in the hometown where you all grew up. You knew of this friend by association, but that was it. You didn’t even know Megumi back then, even though you went to the same school as him. You had actually met him at the local community college before both getting opportunities in the same city post-graduation. Now that you think back on it, Megumi has been your roommate for as long as you remember.

Maybe that’s why you felt the need to help him when his car decided to take a shit, offering to drive him at the very last minute. You suppose you could have let him just borrow your car, but you were persistent to drive him yourself. You told yourself it was to make sure your car got there and back in one piece. Part of you tells yourself you’re a liar.

Megumi calls your name.

“What?” You squint your eyes, as if that would help you see what was out the blurry windshield.

“Let’s just pull off and get a motel somewhere. This storm is not letting up and it’s already so late. You need a break.”

“I promised to get you there. So I’m doing that.” You frown at the possibility of failing him.

“You’re not breaking that promise by pulling off for the night. We’ll just get up early tomorrow and head straight there.” Megumi insists.

“We’re only a cou-“

“Pull off on the next exit or I’m grabbing the steering wheel from you.” He cuts in wryly.

“Then we’d both be dead, is that what you want?” He doesn’t say anything to that. When you take a second to glance over, you’re met with a slight scowl.

“Ugh, FINE.” You get into the left lane and slow down, waiting for the next exit to come up.

.

Fortunately for you two, there are plenty of places to stay in the little area you pull off into. Unfortunately, every place you call has no vacancies due to this time of year except for a dinky little motel way down the road. It wasn’t your first choice, and you had even offered to drive down to the next exit to find something else. Megumi points out the next exit wasn’t for another 30 miles, so the dinky little motel it was.

“If I get murdered in my sleep, I want you to know it was all your fault.” You mutter to Megumi as you rip open the office door, dripping wet from just a few seconds of being out in the pouring rain.

“You can stay in the car then. It’ll save you money.” He mumbles back quietly.

“Pft, whatever.” You turn your focus to the clerk sitting at the front desk, currently blowing bubbles with chewing gum and scrolling through her smartphone. She doesn’t look up.

“Uh- excuse me?” You call out. She still doesn’t acknowledge you or your friend.

Megumi goes up to the counter and slaps a hand down onto the linoleum covered counter. The clerk jumps up, eyes wide in shock. It takes a moment for her to register there are two customers waiting for her.

“Can I help you?” She says, her tone drenched with boredom.

“Yeah, two rooms please.” Megumi says, holding up two fingers – his ring and pinky.

“Let me see.” The clerk says. She puts her phone down to click around the computer in front of her. She types a few things in, clicks around, then flickers her eyes above the screen to the two of you.

“We only have one room left.” Her monotonous voice was really starting to grate at you.

“Does it at least have two beds?” You ask, annoyance slipping into your voice.

You’re met with a shrug and a pop of bubble gum. You take a step forward, feeling the heat of your frustration simmering. Megumi holds his arm out across your chest and holds you back.

“We’ll take it, thanks.” With that, Megumi pays for it and is handed the keys in turn.

“Check out is 11am. Thanks for staying with us, or whatever.” The lady says, waving her hands dismissively before going back to her phone. If you weren’t so drained, you would have thrown yourself over the counter at her. Maybe it was due to being so drained that you were thinking of doing something so feral. Instead, you take a deep breath and follow Megumi out the door.

The rain still comes down in sheets as you and Megumi rush to grab the bags from the trunk and book it up to the second floor where the room you were staying in lies. Much to your ever growing irritation, the motel in question is one of those that have the open walkways, only the guardrail and overhang serving as protection. Not like it matters anyways, because the rain starts blowing at an angle and pelts you in the face as you struggle to make it to the room.

Your boiling pot of anger threatens to spill over when you stumble into the room behind Megumi to find that there weren't two beds – in fact there was only one. The smallest queen you had ever seen. In the grimiest looking motel room you have ever seen. Dropping your bag to the floor, you groan in frustration.

“That lady sucks.” You rub your face with both hands, pulling your cheeks down and staring over to Megumi. He’s grabbing some extra blankets and a pillow from the storage closet by the bathroom. “What are you doing, ‘Gumi?”

“Getting my spot on the floor ready.” He mutters without looking over to you. After tossing the bedspread onto the floor, he heads to the bathroom. You bound over to him quickly, only to have the door shut in your face.

“Like hell you will. Take the bed, I’ll get the floor.” You shout over the hardwood. He doesn’t respond. Instead of being a normal person who would just wait over the by the bed, you slam your fists into the door.

“You’ve been driving all day. You deserve the bed more than me.” You hear him say, muffled. You stare at the faded, thin carpet under your feet. It’s a dark burgundy, littered randomly with even darker spots. Perhaps it had been a bright red at one point?

“That floor looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the 90s. Why don’t we just…” You trail off as Megumi opens the door, coming face to face with you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so close. You notice he had changed into dry pajamas, though you’re not sure how he did it so quickly. Nor did you see him bring clothes in with him. You must be really tired.

“Why don’t we just what?” A black eyebrow raises at you in curiosity.

“..Just share the bed.” You mumble under your breath. Turning on your heel, you head over to the side of the bed closest to the wall.

“Do what?” Megumi follows you, frowning slightly. He hadn’t heard you.

“Share the bed.” You say louder, not looking his way. In all the years you both had been roommates, sharing a bed was something that had never come up. It wasn’t needed, for obvious reasons.

“I mean, if that’s okay with you.” He replies back coolly. Your eyes snap up to his, and notice he’s watching you anxiously despite his tone.

“We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion.” You raise your hands up in defense, puffing your cheeks out.

“No, I think it’s the smartest choice we have.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Postive?”

“Just go change into dry clothes, dummy.” He rolls his eyes and walks past to his side of the bed. You trill your lips as you push yourself off the bed and into the bathroom after grabbing a pair of pajamas out of your small bag.

You find yourself on your side facing the wall about 10 minutes later. Megumi is tucked under the covers behind you, facing the window you suspect. It’s quiet bar for the ticking of the analog clock on the wall above the tv by the front door. Before getting into bed, he had made sure to lock every lock available to him.

‘Triple reassurance.’ He had said.

You roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. That thought from earlier today about why you were so insistent on driving him surfaces to the top of your mind. You turn your head to where Megumi currently lies, his back to you confirming your assumption from before. His black hair pools around his pillow. You think you’re the only person who has ever seen his hair down from his normal spiky style.

“’Gumi?” You whisper over to him. You’re met with silence, which means he must have fallen asleep. Exhausted from the drive today, sleep comes to you just as easily. Your last thought before falling into pitch black nothingness is Megumi's stupidly cute smile.

.

When you wake, you don’t open your eyes right away. You can already tell the sun must be up by the way your eyelids tint pink. Your eyes flutter open and you blink hard a few times to reorient yourself. An ugly navy striped wallpaper glares back at you. Where were you?

You take a second to think. That’s right, you and Megumi had stopped at a motel last night to shelter from the storm for the evening. A small gust of air blows down your neck and it takes everything in you to not jump up and out of bed. Something cinches over your waist and pulls you close and your eyes widen. Wait, Megumi.

Carefully, you slide your hand down to what was around your waist and a breath hitches in your throat. It’s an arm, and not just any arm. It belongs to Megumi – solely based off the fact he was the only one in the bed with you.

By the depth of his breaths, you can tell he’s still sleeping. Good, you think to yourself. Maybe you can move his arm off you gently and not wake him. However, when you go to wrap your fingers around his wrist, he digs his face into your hair and sighs softly. He’s pulling you in closer too, and this is where you’re drawing the line.

“U-uh Megumi.” You say. Your voice is crackly with the lack of moisture.

His breathing steadies out, and suddenly you feel him stiffen up behind you. Slowly, he pulls away and the sadness that comes with the absence of his body heat hits faster than you would have cared to admit.

“S-Sorry.” He mutters behind you, his own voice thick with sleep.

“No, it’s okay.” You squeak out. Pulling yourself out of the covers, you grab your bag and practically run to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.

You don’t come out for another 30 minutes, deciding to take a quick shower to calm yourself down. A few mental arguments later, you feel you can face him. This needed to be talked about. You wanted to talk about it. You take a deep breath and throw the bathroom door open. When you walk out, however, you see Megumi dressed and ready to go by the door, his bag in hand.

“There you are. Ready to head out? If we leave now, we can make it for the rehearsal lunch.” He looks up from his phone that he must have been scrolling on while waiting.

“I-yeah. Megumi, listen-“ You stop with your mouth open, ready to say what you had rehearsed in the steamed up bathroom mirror. But nothing comes out. Instead, you pinch your lips together and give him a nod. “Yeah. Let’s go."

TBH I don't know of any other JJK moots. So if you see this and wanna be tagged in my next JJK fics, please comment to let me know?? Thank you! (I will tag @romantichomicide95 tho because I know she's a Megumi girly)

[star-dust-stuf]

The Beatles period comfort hcs

warnings: mentions of blood, vomiting

a/n: again, me being a hopeless romantic may it spread through the scrolls of tumblr bcs why not?! Not my gifs, as always, enjoy loves!

Gogi

oh nawww!

it would break his heart to see you in such a situation

he never wants you to feel as though you can’t talk to him about it and never wants you to think any lower of yourself

he always brings you blankets and a heating pad

he’d help you in the bath, make the cramps go away

he understands the pain and knows it’s absolutely horrid

baby tries his best to fill you up, keep you hydrated

mood swings, he goes on with them never gets mad if you tend to start a fight or if you just need a good cry

dear lord this man is over the moon for you, rubbing your belly through your cramps

singing his song to you, soft voice and slow guitar “here comes the sun and I say, it’s alright”

he can’t help but be a bit snappy when you ask if you’re fat “babe, it’s okay to feel that way, you’re bloated!” or “eat whatever the hell you want!”

“here, squeeze my hand, love” he’s never been around real pain before, seeing you in it breaks his heart and he tries anything to help you relieve it

queue the clap for baby gogi because girls, admit it he is the painkiller

Ringooo

he’s so proud when you make it through each day

he’s never really seen anyone in any physical pain so if he’s a bit shaken up to see you crying in a ball, tell him it’s alright

little bean has it bad for you, so bad he wishes he could take all your pain and put it in a jar

he may not look it, but man’s would beat up anyone who’d make fun of you for your period or say that it can’t even hurt that bad

he hums to you through the nausea and if you do end up puking, god this man

he rubs your back, tummy, puts your hair up, *crying*

he makes you comfy, sings you tunes and hums louder through each aching cramp

“keep a hold of my hand and just breathe.” *screams*

he makes sure you’re hydrated and fed well. he understands if eating is the las thing you want but he got you chocolate ice cream… so

“I’d like to be- under the sea” he sings as he rocks you in his arms, your in his lap and just being there makes you feel ten times better

cramps are not fun and he knows, he knows because of that face you make

he laughs when you make jokes “do you need anything, love?” he’d ask “a gun” you’d reply

he lets you play with his fingers and his rings as his hand rests on your belly

high expectations and that’s ok, pain isn’t worth the shame keep on, keep on

Jon

he is your sunshine, your only sunshine

he knows it’s that time when you walk out of the bathroom with a giant ‘diaper’ on

“come here sunshine, get warm!” He snuggles you, makes you feel loved

this man- this man is the reason you don’t mind having a period anymore, he makes it less sucky

he makes you a warm bath to sooth your aching body, he sits outside the tub, hand in yours

hes the type of guy to put your pad in your underwear before you get out, few it’s just too much work!

If you are having bad pms let me tell you, he’s head over heels

pms, he knows it’s all mixed up inside and he comforts you even if it all comes out in clumps

he sings to you of course “i love you, yeah yeah yeah, I love you”

sleeping with pain sucks so he lends himself for your body pillow

throwing up is the fear, but he’s there, coaching your breathing, holding your hair back, putting a wet cloth on your neck

you play with his hair as he puts his head on your stomach hoping the pressure will help the cramps

top it with a cherry, kiss him

Paulie

bby is so good with that time of the month

he gets you anything, anything! pads, tampons, hot water bottle, blankets, snacks

he knows what you’re thinking, “am I fat?” he’d go absolutely crazy

“eat whatever, and how much you want!” he’d make sure you’re hydrated too

he also sings to you, of course, nice and soft, he knows you have a headache, “oh darling, please believe me- ill never do you no harm”

he makes you a warm shower, or bath if you prefer, he helps you in and out

he’s the kind of guy to light some candles, perhaps do some yoga if your feeling it teaches you some tricks to help the pain

he’s not squeamish, if he sees some blood where it shouldn’t be he won’t get mad at you “darling, it’s out of your control, don’t cry!”

in a snap of a finger he has you spilling your feelings, he doesn’t want you to bottle it up, it will only make your mood swings worse

feeling nauseous is the worse, he understands but he keeps you busy, focusing on something else, like playing with his hair

if out of the sudden you just grab his hand, leg, arm he lets you do whatever to cope

baby loves you and is always there

[wolfiemcwolferson]

omg logan if youre still doing the romance prompts....piarles + 4 (author & editor) 🫶

y'all have been blessing my inbox with so so many prompts and I will absolutely be working on these over the next month while I move. I will be tapping in airports and cars and hotels so, please send as many as your little hearts desire and I will be working hard.

Now, for this one. Piarles below the cut.

When Charles sold his first book, he had been living in a studio apartment and eating ramen noodles and that seems like a lifetime ago now.

Or. More precisely, it seems to be twelve lifetimes ago. That's how many books he's put out since then and he's come a long way from jumping through hoops and changing anything they asked him to just because.

Now, he fights for what he wants to include and he fights for the stories he wants to tell.

"It's not that it's not good." Pierre says, poking one finger down on the physical copy of the book that poured from Charles' fingers while he was visiting his brother and holding his new nephew.

Charles hadn't been able to stop it from coming to him in dreams and the middle of the night and in little pockets of time in the Italian countryside when he thought about his own life - his own future.

Pierre sits up straight, spins the little pen he brought over in his fingers before pointing it at Charles from across his own counter. Charles waits, stirring the sauce on the stove while Pierre queues up the words he wants to say.

He used to think it was annoying - how Pierre would edit himself before even speaking, but that was 10 lifetimes and one stark realization ago. Now he loves it. He loves to watch him pick his words carefully. Full impact or whatever.

"Can I ask you a question?" Pierre asks and Charles is already nodding. Because he trusts Pierre above everyone about the book. "I didn't know you still loved him?"

Charles drops the spoon in the sauce.

"I know the break-up was hard. It always is when you've been with someone for six years, but you were so happy afterwards that I just assumed you were...moving on, but Charles -" Pierre looks at him with something like heartbreak on his face. "You wrote a book for him. It's a brilliant book, and I think the publishing house will be happy, but...will you?"

How could he not know? How could he not realize how wrong he is? How could he read it and not know?

"It's about you." Charles says, one hand out to lean against the counter. And maybe it's the wrong approach because the pen in Pierre's hand slips from his grasp. "Finding love in someone you've known for years? All of your dreams made anew? The person who is your true counterpart? I was writing about you."

Pierre's nose wrinkles up. "You could have told me that before you made me read the book I thought you wrote for your ex."

Charles laughs - turning to fish the spoon out of the sauce because he feels like he might start crying and he doesn't really want to do that. "Yes, well. I dedicated my last book to you. I thought I was quite obvious."

He's yanked backwards and he drops the spoon into the sauce again, but Pierre is spinning him around, clutching his waist, hand on Charles' face.

They've never been this close before despite the number of years Charles has spent wishing for just this.

"You did." Pierre whispers and Charles wants to kiss him. "You did dedicate it to me."

Charles licks his lips. "I wrote you a whole book this time and you still didn't -"

Pierre cuts him off with a kiss.

Charles thinks that this can be a new lifetime all on it's own.

[your-averagewriter]

Heyyy! I'd love to request a super fluffy/comfort Spencer Charnas x male reader. Lord knows I could do with cheering up :)

Summary: (y/n) goes to meet Spencer Charnas at a horror convention only to find out that he had wanted to meet him as well - a very happy coincidence (Spencer Charnas x male!reader).

Word count: 0.9K

Warnings: Swearing, blood mention

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Spencer and I met at a horror movie convention. - it was an interesting meeting as we both wanted to meet each other but I got to him first. After being a fan of Ice Nine Kills for a long time  I finally got the opportunity to meet the front man at a horror convention that I was meant to be doing signings at.

I had played a recurring character in the Scream franchise, starting in the first movie as a young child up until the most recent ones. I also had parts in various other horror movies, most notably the recent Terrifier movies. 

I’d done signing for a couple of hours now and I had a break and I knew exactly what I was gonna do during my break: meet Spencer Charnas.

It takes me a little while to find my way around the horror convention to find where his setup is and eventually once I’ve found it I get in the queue, making sure I have my Ice Nine Kills CDs and Spencer Charnas pop figure in my bag along with my Ice Nine Kills top that I’ve been wearing all day for the meet-and-greets. I also packed at least three sharpies (just in case one of them runs out).

The queue lasts a while which I’m not surprised by but eventually I get to the front and see him sat at the table. I have to try and hide my excitement as now it’s my turn but he seems slightly surprised as well.

“Hey.” I say, trying to suppress my excitement. “I’m such a big fan.” I say, looking at him with a smile as he stands up. My eyes follow him as he stands up.

“(y/n) (l/n)?” He asks, looking surprised and I nod.

“Oh wait, you know me? That’s fucking awesome.” I say, unable to hold in my excitement, what could be better than meeting your favourite celebrity and them already knowing who you are?

“Yeah, (y/c/n) in Scream and you’re in The Purge, the Friday the Thirteenth reboots and Terrifer.” My eyes go wide as he lists off the movies I’ve been in so I just nod along with a smile.

“Yeah.” I say. “That’s me.”

“Oh my god, why are you here meeting me?” He asks, smiling and chuckling. “I was gonna come meet you!” He says, causing me to gasp.

“What?” I ask, knowing this is definitely the best day of my life. “This is incredible.” I mutter to myself quietly. 

“You’re so cool.” We both say to each other in unison, making me laugh. 

“Could I get a photo?” I ask him, heart racing so fast.

“Yeah, absolutely.” He says and I walk around the table so I’m standing next to him and taking a photo of us together, smiling like idiots. “Could you send that to me?” He asks.

“I don’t have your number…” I say nervously as he gets out his phone and reads me his number. “Awesome.” I say, sending him the photo, adding his number to my contacts. “This might sound weird but could you sign my stuff?” I ask, awkwardly as I open my bag.

“Stuff?” He ask, peering into my bag as my CDs spill out onto the table and his eyes go slightly wide, even more so as I pull out the figure now looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ll get to work signing.” He chuckles sitting back down as I pass him a sharpie to use.

He starts signing, moving through all my CDs and finally getting to the figure.

“Wow. I haven’t seen one of these in a while.” He says looking at the figure from a years old release. 

“Been a fan for a while…” I admit, quietly, fidgeting from one foot to another.

“I follow you on everything, how did I not know you were a fan?” He asks himself quietly.

After signing my figure I pack all my stuff back in my bag and close it with a smile.

“Now,” He starts. “This is gonna sound a little weird.” He says, pulling something out from under his desk. “Could you sign this?” He asks laughing as he pulls out a figure of me from Terrifer making me chuckle.

“Wow, I was not expecting that. Shame they covered me in blood, it was a cute figure.” I say looking over it before signing it.

“I still think you look pretty cute.” He says, looking from the figure to me and I feel my cheeks warm.

“Here.” I say handing back the figure laughing. “I didn’t believe you when you said you were gonna come see me later but I think the figure’s convinced me.” I laugh then remember the line. “Anyway, I shouldn’t take up so much of your time.” I say noticing the people behind me. “You’re a popular man.” I smirk.

“I’ll see you around then.” He says smiling. “It was great to meet you.” 

“You too. You’re fucking awesome.” I say walking away from his table with a massive smile and a wave before turning back around.

Later that day, I get a few texts from him, one a ‘thank you’ message, another an offer to go out for coffee with him and another an offer for a part in an Ice Nine Kills music video. I accept the offer for coffee, not sure whether it was a date or not but that was cleared up when he officially asked me on another date and I accepted the role in the music video. We start filming in a couple of weeks and in those two weeks we have multiple dates booked including a cinema trip to see the new Halloween movie and I don’t think my life could get any better from here.

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AN: Thank you for the request!

This was fluffy but not very comforting so if you'd like me to write a more comfort fic then just let me know :)

Ice Nine Kills have got to be the best band I have ever seen live and I need to meet them one day haha

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[albywritesfiction]

Ooooh, i personally would love to see an Ædan route. 😙

Like Ædan realising just what he lost without Mc with him anymore. Sometimes you don't know what you truely have until you don't have it anymore, right? Being able to see who he needed all along was right there the whole time. Maybe too busy not wanting the arranged marriage, and then being blinded by his love for Helene to even see Mc. And Mc isn't going to lose those feelings for him that quickly or at all. Queue up all the sweetheart MCs who'll have to try to put aside and hide their feelings to be supportive of him and Helene. He may have hurt Mc badly, but it seems like he did it more out of stupidity and lack of communication. Like really, 'Couldn't you have said you were in love with someone else?' But I feel really bad for him, cause Helene doesn't seems like the person he thinks she is. And if he finds out, you can be sure Mc will be there for him!

And unless I'm reading things wrong because I don't know what exactly Helene is really like, but she doesn't strike me as someone entirely faithful, at least not if it will bring her an advantage. So either way I kind of feel like she's not quite who he thinks she is, but thats just me...

Thats also another reason I absolutely do not want a Helene route. To me, any route with her would seem a little toxic. Assuming she doesn't have the best intentions in the first place, which i think we can all safely say is true. She's also literally the one responsible for Ædan breaking our MCs heart. Did she even feel any guilt at that? Honestly, I don't really think so. And then to have her turn around and do the same thing to Ædan? It just seems ehhh to me. There is no way my Mc would want to do that to him.

And if Mc finds out what she's really like, they shouldn't even be giving her they time of day. I feel like she would need massive character growth for anything good to happen. But even then, the concept of her changing like that is a bit unappealling to me. Simply because the reasoning for this particular redemption, which seems like Mc would have to be a part of helping redeem her, to then fall in love is just unattractive to me.

Just thinking about it now, actually it would be interesting if we could simply help her become a better person, and, at that solidify her relationship with Ædan. That, I feel, would have a bigger impact than any romance route with her. It could also help our Mc find more closure and peace aswell. I would quite like to see being able to form a close platonic bond like that.

But all in all, thats just my view on this whole thing. And sorry if i made some wrong assumptions about the characters. It all comes down to what you want to do for your story. If you want to add these routes or not, go for it. Just don't feel obligated to. I mean, having these two sweethearts you've given us is more than enough. Really looking forward to this story though! 💕

Ooooh thank you for sharing your thoughts on the potential Ædan and Helene routes!

I feel like she would need massive character growth for anything good to happen.

Oh buddy, she doesn't just need massive charachter growth, she needs to be a whole AU version of herself 😂

If you want to add these routes or not, go for it. Just don't feel obligated to. I mean, having these two sweethearts you've given us is more than enough. Really looking forward to this story though! 💕

🥰

[martinkate]

exclusively communicating w the australiasns via scheduled posts. if any of you got married id object

[whimsyskittles]

he likes the girl in the band hobie x f!reader PART 1!

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my first fic everyone..sorry if it disappoints lmao

TW: i literally cannot do hobies accent for the life of me I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE

also i started losing sanity throughout writing this because it was like 3 when i started and 5 when i finished!!1! (if i dont finish an 'assignment' all together without breaks i end up procrastinating until it never gets finished) teehee anyways here you go!!

word count: 1542

it was the night of your concert, you and your bandmates were practicing on stage before the doors to the arena open. you were the bass guitarist and were very skillful. skillful enough to the point where people have cried at some of your performances.

a few minutes later, people started filling the arena. everywhere you looked you seen thousands of heads. close to where you were standing, in the very front section, you seen an absolute gorgeous tree-like figure standing there, cheering with the rest of the crowd. your cheeks turned a rosy pink color, before you snapped back to reality (eminem reference??!!?) just in time to prepare yourself to get in position.

after everyone had gotten in, the keyboard started playing, which led the singer to start vocalizing. this meant it was almost your turn. you had to start playing your bass in front of thousands of people. the intensity and anticipation rose as it was almost your queue to start moving your fingers along the guitar in your arms and really get the concert going.

after a few seconds, you started jamming to the music and plucking your guitar. everyone was screaming and cheering to the point where you could hardly hear your increasingly fast heart beat. you continued to play as you eyed the guy you had noticed before the area filled up to its maximum capacity. you were making eye contact with each other and you grinned as he watched you, he looked quite mesmerized as he sung along with the rest of the fans.

after a few seconds of maintaining eye contact with the boy (and an internal confidence booster), you winked at him as you got a little more funky with your guitar playing, showing off a few free spirited moves before the end of the song. even thought you couldn't tell, he was definitely blushing. "did the guitarist just wink at me?" he thought, as he paused his singing before starting again. "nah, there's too many people for y/n to even notice my appearance." (ironic considering the situation) he settled with this and cleared his mind before turning his attention back to the concert.

[timeskip: after the concert] IM SORRY IF THIS IS A LITTLE WEIRD JUST A REMINDER THAT ITS MY FIRST ONE BARE WITH ME

your band walked off stage into the back rooms (BACKROOMS REFERENCE???!!!!) and grabbed a few waters before you walked into the main lobby near the entrance to meet a few of your fans. (i'm sorry i dont really know how that works lmao) you and your bandmates moseyed on down to the main lobby where a couple of tables were set up. the trio stood by a table as the crowd flooded in and formed a line amongst (amongus reference??? i apologize it's 3 in the morning) the rest of the people who had decided to leave instead of waiting in the now huge line. with each fan, each member signed their name and if wanted, took a photograph with them. as it got down to the last person in line, you blushed a little and zoned out into the eyes of the beauty standing in front of you (the much noticed beauty of course). you felt yourself get nudged in the rib cage

"give the man his autograph, y/n, what're you doing?" the voice was coming from literally right next to you. it was your bandmate, ryan.

"oh, uh, yeah, sorry about that, got zoned out there." you tried to cover up what had just happened by signing your name on the newly purchased poster and handing it down to the other members.

"no worries, love." the boy said, directed towards you, "my names 'obie, 'obie brown. im a 'uge fan of your band, been listenin' for years now. it's my favorite for sure." he grinned and looked directly into your eyes, much like how you guys had locked eyes before during the concert.

the lead singer handed the poster back to hobie. "okay hobie, here ya go, it's your lucky day, you get all three signatures of the members from your favorite band." said ryan, the one who had nudged you before. "sorry about y/n, don't know what's going on with her today." he nudged you again, you were still looking at hobie, admiring the outfit he was wearing.

you finally zoned back in and your bandmates, including hobie were staring at you.

"you okay there, love?" hobie inquired, raising an eyebrow

"yeah, yeah sorry about that..again..uh...you know what, i've gotta go get another water, wait here and we'll get a picture with you."

he nodded and smiled as he watched you walk away to go grab another water bottle

as you walked backstage to get another bottle, you sat down for a moment. you thought to yourself "oh my god what am i doing?? am i so obvious that the man himself was taking notice of my behavior?? you put a hand on your forehead and took a deep breath out. you composed yourself and finally walked back with your water.

"woo, she's finally back, here she comes!" shouted one of your bandmates

hobie looked at you, focusing on your lips as he grinned while you were walking back to the area where you were originally standing. "you're ready to take the picture now, yeah?" he raised an eyebrow at you and held his phone up to take a selfie with the members.

"yeah, of course, go ahead and shoot." you said, grinning back and posing for the camera.

[SORRY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO PUT TIMESKIP TIME!! timeskip: one day later at a park]

you and a few of your closest friends, including ryan, a member from your band, decided to have a fun little picnic at a nearby park. you were laughing and joking around with the group when you seen him. hobie was also with a friend, you seen him in the corner of your eye.

"hey, guys, i'll be back in a few minutes, i'm gonna go over here and chat a little, kay?" you looked at the group and nodded your head towards hobie.

"yeah, go talk to your boyfriend, y/n" ryan teased

"oh, stop. he's not my boyfriend, he just stuck out a little from the rest of our fans, i wanna go talk with him for a bit, and don't say another word about it" you threatened joked, as you walked away from your friends and started making your way towards hobie.

as you got close enough to where he could hear you, you shouted and waved, "hey, hobie! it's me, y/n!"

he turned around and had a surprised look on his face "y/n? a member from a famous band came to see me? i'm not complainin'. what brings you over 'ere?" he looked at you and waited for a response (like he doesn't know the entire population is attracted to him in some way)

"just wanted to stop by, you stood out to me yesterday and i think we have a good chance at becoming friends!" you looked at him and smiled, not having any intention of creeping him out in some kind of weird stalker way, even though the entire situation was a little odd.

he blushed a little as you were always his crush favorite in the band. "alright, let's get to know each other a bit more then, yeah?" he started asking a few questions and a bit later he had asked one that really made you stop and overthink for a minute, "so, y/n, are you single at the moment?" he was looking right at you. was he crushing? was he genuinely just wanting to 'know more about you'? or was he just messing around?

after a minute, you responded, "uh, no, i'm currently single. i've been trying to find the right person before i start dating anyone." you so badly wanted to tell him that you genuinely had at least a little bit of feelings for him. but what if he didn't accept and made a fool out of you? what if you don't like him as much as you think you do? you had zoned out for a minute as you were questioning everything before he tapped on your shoulder.

hobies pov at that time:

he was extremely flushed when you came over, but he was doing a great job at hiding it. way to go, hobie, you didn't stutter this time! (lmao just you wait)

he had just asked you what had seemed like a normal question, although you and him were both sorta overthinking it a bit. was he too direct? was it an odd thing to ask all of a sudden? had it made you uncomfortable? these are the questions he was currently asking himself.

you had finally responded to him to which he said, "ah.." you didn't catch that, though.

he looked at the grass for a moment before noticing that you were zoned out as well. he scooted closer to you and tapped on your shoulder. it felt like it was just the two of you, looking into each others eyes.

(love how everyone else including the friend hobie was with is just being ignored 😍)

back to your pov:

you looked up and met your eyes with hobies, you two looked at each other for a good while before..

before he had leaned in to..to kiss you?!?

before anything could happen you quickly stood up, swerving hobie. "uh..sorry..i've uh...i've got to go.." you stood there for a minute, feeling bad about your actions.

hobie looked away, you couldn't tell if he was disappointed or understanding of what had just happened

you stood there for awhile longer, allowing the awkwardness to settle in. you were about to apologize, but quickly shut your mouth and decided it would just be best if you had left, so you walked-almost speedrunning-away from hobie and his friend. you walked past your own friends, and walked back to your apartment, which was only a couple of blocks away from the park.

you unlocked your door and sat on your sofa. thinking of everything that happened. wondering if you did the wrong thing. questioning your actions. did i really just do that? we don't even know each other that well...but i do like him...but what if he hates me now? does he? what am i saying..we just met! but he's so...amazing..he probably hates me. what is wrong with me??

a couple of hours had went by and you were in a constant loop of laughing at the tv show that was currently playing and stressing about what had happened at the park

suddenly, you hear a knock at your door.

CLIFFHANGER!!! (i bet nobody could guess who's at the door 🤭)

ANYWAYS, ILL START WORKING ON PART TWO TOMORROW BECAUSE IF I DONT SLEEP NOW, I WILL QUITE LITERALLY COMBUST!!1

goodbye and thanks for reading!

-whimsy ☆

[sayahs-corner]

A/N: Sometimes I write random scenes that I may or may not build a story around. This is one of those scenes. I never finished it, but after stumbling across it in my google docs, I think I just might. Into the queue it goes!

Rating: E

Warnings: omegaverse, dubcon, angst, power imbalance, forced heat, incomplete, MM sex stuffs, Alpha Steve, Omega Tony

Pairing: Stony, stevextony

Tony groaned, hunching forward into a pained ball as another cramp ripped through his abdomen. He could feel cold sweat breaking across his forehead as feverish chills raced up and down his spine. There was absolutely nothing more that he would like to do then to crawl back into his simple pallet and pull the covers over his head.

He was alone, completely alone, left to suffer through his first heat in 20 years. He had known, logically, that this was going to be hard. He had known that he would suffer. Had begged Steve to reconsider with tears in his eyes. Twenty years of suppressed heats and hormones was bound to make this first one unbearably strong, out of control. It could actually kill him. But knowing these things and actually experiencing them, Tony found, were two entirely different things. The waves of alternating hot and cold that were wracking his body, sending him writhing in a pathetic heap on the floor of Steve’s bedroom left him feeling desperate for a relief that would never come. Tony stifled a sob, silent tears tracked down his face as he ground himself into the floor, crying out in a helpless need that could not be abated.

Tony was too far gone to fear the repercussions of the past 12 hours he had spent in Steve’s space. He had made a cocoon out of his alpha’s clothes. A sad sort of nest made from dirty shirts and gym shorts, the blankets that still had Steve’s heady Alpha scent clinging to the fabric. An alpha who had willingly and coldly sent him into the most intense heat of his life, only to abandon him. A whimper of despair crossed his chapped lips, his eyes gritty despite the frustrated tears that pooled helplessly in his eyes. He would do anything, say anything, to have this endless need slaked. To feel the hot thrust of hard Alpha cock in his slick drenched hole. Another cramp ripped through him, a spurt of slick trailing down his trembling thighs, before he captured his bottom lip between pearly white teeth and bit down until blood flowed.

Left alone. All alone. Unworthy. What had he done to deserve this? His fists clenched uselessly in Steve’s sheets as he hit back another sob, his hips undulating fruitlessly against the floor. He had thought that things were getting better between them, that Steve was learning to let go of the past. That he was actually seeing Tony for who and what he was. Clearly he had been wrong. Or he had ruined it somehow, as he seemed to ruin everything that he touched.

All he wanted was his Alpha. If his alpha were here he could prove he would be a good Omega. He would try. Try to do whatever it was that his alpha wanted. Would keep trying until he got it right. He could be so so good, make his alpha happy. Apologize for whatever it was that had displeased him so.

It would be much later that Tony would recognize these disjointed and frazzled thoughts as Heat fever. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, weak already, as if it were a wounded bird aching for flight.

“Please. Please. Please. I’m sorry, Alpha. Sorry. Sorrysorrysorrysorry.” The whispered words came out of his chapped lips, his voice rough and hoarse from the hours he spent screaming and groaning into his nest.

He almost didn’t hear him approach. And although he was far gone, he was not so far gone that he couldn’t recognize the thick, intoxicating scent of his Alpha. The door opened soundlessly, but the soft exhalation that left his Alpha’s lips upon the sight of Tony curled up in a ball amidst the crumpled bed coverings and dirty clothes felt like a balm to Tony’s shriveled Omega soul.

“T-Tony what-“ Steve’s voice was deep and hitched, and for a brief second Tony basked in the mere sound and comfort of another person's voice.

“Alpha,” he whispered, scrabbling weakly onto his knees. He was weaving back and forth with an exhaustion and relief he could not hide as he struggled to get into proper position. It took him longer than he would have liked to get up on his knees, legs parted and neck bared, eyes cast downward in omega submission. Despite the shaking and trembling of his sweat slicked skin, he knew he was textbook definition of the Omega supplication pose. Which was why he couldn’t understand the why his Alpha was standing there, not moving from his spot in the doorway. He could feel the hot burn of icy blue eyes taking over his exposed form. A brief moment of shame at his state flashed through him. His hair was a rats nest, he was sure, from the countless times he had run shaking hands through the locks and tugged. His body was covered in old sweat and new, layered with his dried cum and shame. He was kneeling amidst the saddest excuse for an Omega nest that he had ever seen. Made up only of a blanket, sheet, and small collection of Steve’s dirty clothes. There would barely be enough room to fit the both of them inside it. Tony’s fingers twitched on top of his thighs, the temptation to tweak the nest, make adjustments, make his alpha proud. Maybe it was the nest that the alpha didn’t like? Tony could make it better. He could make it bigger, more comfortable.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-“ tony was chanting in plaintive whines under his breath.

“You’re in heat.” The shock that colored Steve’s voice almost had Tony breaking out of position. “Tony, I didn’t know I-“

An uncomfortable flash of irritation burst in Tony’s chest and his head snapped up from the uncomfortable submissive pose. “Told you.” He muttered, hand reaching up to cover the mark on his bicep where steven’s fingers had dug in too deep. “Told you it would be bad. And you left.” Tony hissed, tears welling in his eyes as another cramp ripped through his insides. He bit back another groan, collapsing forward onto one outstretched arm, the other moving from the marks on his arm to his cramping middle

“Alpha please,” his tone was beseeching as he flicked his gaze upwards to meet the shocked eyes of his Alpha. He could see Stevens nostrils flair, his pupils dilating as the rich scent of Tony’s heat invaded his senses. An omega in heat was all but irresistible. So why was his alpha standing there, hands fisted at his sides, chest heaving as if he had just run a one minute mile – and not fucking moving where Tony wanted him, needed him? Slowly he began to crawl forward, toward the warm rich scent of his Alpha. His parched mouth watered at the thought of tasting that Alpha cock. He let out a plaintive cry as Steve stumbled backwards, away from Tony’s crawling form and outstretched hand.

“T-Tony we can’t. You’re- you’re not in your right mind right now.” Steve whispered as Tony scrambled over to him, locking trembling fingers into Steve’s khaki pants as if he had any chance of keeping Captain-fucking-America still.

“Nonononononnonononono” Tony was crying softly now, trembling fingers refusing to unlock, face presssed against Steve’s shins. “Please don’t leave me Alpha. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. So good. Please. Please.” Tony was begging. The thought of Steven Rogers, his Alpha, seeing him in such a state and then turning around and leaving him alone to deal with it? Tony was certain that he would die if Rogers left him here. He wouldn't be able to take it. The clawing, demanding, shaking need. It was as if 20 years of suppressed hormones had hijacked his brain, turning him into a limp bundle of nerves and need. He knew that Steve was trying to do the honorable thing. Consent and all that. But maybe he should have thought of that before he ripped away the only thing keeping a lid on his hormones for the majority of his life. Tony had never had to deal with any of this before. The instincts had been muted, dulled, beneath the influence of the suppressants. Now his entire body was screaming at him to make his Alpha happy, to fix what was wrong, to please him so that he wouldn't leave. Tony clawed his way up Steve’s leg, much to the wide eyed shock of the Alpha swaying above him.

“Tony-” Steve whispered as the Omega pressed his tear stained face into his thigh and inhaled deeply, as if savoring his scent. Steve froze at the sudden and shocking press of Tony’s face into the juncture of his thighs. Tony nuzzled, eyes closed and mouth parted in bliss as he took in his Alpha’s scent where it was strongest.

“Please,” he begged softly, sooty lashes spiky with tears. “Alpha let me-” and then Tony’s shaky hands were scrambling for purchase at his belt buckle, the clasp coming undone impressively fast before Steven’s khakis were pulled down his thighs, freeing an impressive erection to nudge gently against Tony’s cheek. Tony glanced up to see shocked blue eyes blown black. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he tongue came out to swipe against his dry lips.

“I’ll make it so good. So good for you Alpha.” Tony whispered fervently, begging Steve with his eyes not to pull away, not to leave him. When his Alpha did not pull away immediately Tony took that as permission to continue. With spit slicked lips Tony put his mouth to use. It took him no time to invite that impressively thick length into his mouth. He moaned at the salty tang of Steve’s taste. So rich, salty, and thick Tony’s throat spasmed as his tongue flattened against the underside of Steve’s cock.

“F-Fu-uh Tony, yes,” Steve groaned as Tony worked his lips and tongue over the straining alpha cock. His head bobbed up and down, inky strands falling over into his eyes. A gentle hand cupped the side of his face, startling his eyes open. Steve Stared down at him, pupils blown and a soft flush suffusing his cheeks, his lips were parted to reveal his teeth - gritted together either in pain or ecstasy.

“So good, Tony. So good for me.” Steve whispered, his thumb tracing delicately across Tony’s cheekbone, eyes glued to Tony’s face. “I’m sorry, Tony. I didnt know. I hope… I hope you’ll be able to forgive me after this is over.”

Tony let his Alpha’s words roll like water off his back. They weren’t important. Nothing but pleasing his Alpha and scratching the itch that was burning like a banked fire beneath his skin was allowed to take up space in his mind. Instead Tony redoubled his efforts to make his Alpha lose control.

Head bobbing up and down his Alpha’s thick cock, Tony let the moans trapped in his chest spill free. He could feel Steve’s hand spasm in his hair, gripping his hair tight before releasing.

“T-Tony. I can’t…” Steve grunted, the hand in his hair tightening tugging Tony’s eager mouth away from Steve’s member. Tony watched with glazed eyes and a high pitched whine as the object of his desire was ripped from him, still glistening with his spit.

“I- I need…” It was hard to verbalize now, with the taste of Alpha so thick on his tongue. Tears of frustration pooled in his eyes as his hands clenched into useless fists on his lap.

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” Steve said softly, the blue of his eyes completely gone. He was lost to his Alpha. With a gentleness that was at odds with everything Tony had heard of an Alpha going into rut, Steve scooped Tony’s body up into his strong arms. Normally Tony would protest such an action, but his heat was thick upon him and the smell of his Alpha was like a balm to every frazzled and rough edged nerve.

Steve moved toward the bed with his Omega in his arms, and was stopped by an insistent tugging on his shirt. Looking down he found Tony’s gaze directed at the pile of clothes on the floor. It took him a minute for his rut fogged mind to figure out just what they were looking at.

It was a nest. Tony had made a nest out of what little there was in his spartan room. Although he would have preferred the bed for their first coupling, Steve instinctively knew that Tony wouldn't want to mate anywhere aside from the nest. As he neared, Tony began to wriggle in his arms, pushing insistently. Mouth quirked up into amusement, expression hooded, he let the smaller man slide down his body before finding his feet on the floor. He watched with a heated gaze as his Omega fussed with the nest, adjusting what little fabric he had to make it wider. After what felt like endless minutes, Tony finally stood still within his nest, hands on his hips as if he were a prince surveying his kingdom. With a decisive nod, he turned his gaze toward Steve. Those deep brown eyes turned absolutely molten as he sunk to his knees in the middle of the nest. Smirking, Steve began to disrobe, watching his omega’s eyes as they drank in his form. The way Tony pink tongue flicked out over his bottom lip as if Steve were a cool drink of water and Tony had been wandering in the desert for days had Steve’s cock jerking, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

Tony was beautiful. Steve had always thought so, despite the way the svelte, cocky, man had always treated him.. Dark hair and dark eyes, olive skin and a swimmer’s body, a brash smile - there was very little not to like when it came to Tony. And here he was, kneeling before him, staring at him with those smoldering eyes begging to be filled by him. Lust punched hot and heavy in Steve’s gut as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes, leaving them discarded on the floor in a graceless pile.

The only thing he wanted, the only thing he could think of, was burying himself to the root inside of his Omega. A low growl rumbled in his chest and spilled unbidden past his lips. He watched as his Omega’s eyes widened, lips parting on a soft exhale, and the unmistakable scent of hot omega slick filled the air.

“A-Alpha” Tony choked, swaying back and forth on his knees. “Please…” Steve didnt need anymore of an invitation, as deep into the rut as he was. He sank to his knees on the floor in front of Tony and gave into the instinct that was riding him hard. With hooded eyes he bent his head, pressed his lips to the startled Omega’s and plundered what was there for the taking.

Tony’s mind was reeling as his Alpha embraced him. Hot flesh pressed together, hands tracing, stroking, learning each other as their tongues tangled in Tony’s mouth. He tried to hold back his moan, hot lips and hot breath mixing together as Steve pulled him tighter into his arms. He startled as Steve’s teeth caught his lower lip, tugging gently before his tongue swept inside to plunder Tony’s mouth. He felt boneless, limp, and mastered by the man holding him in his arms. Gently they fell back into the nest, Steve’s massive hand cradling Tony’s head as he moved above him. Hot kisses pressed against his forehead, cheeks, throat and down the line of his chest. A hot mouth closed over his nipple, tugging at the dusky pink turgid tips. Tony cried out, lips parted and eyes wide, as Steve moved away from his sensitive nipples down to his navel.

“S-Steve?” Tony whispered tremulously, gasping as Steve’s tongue traced patterns onto his sweat slicked skin. Hot kisses were pressed to his hip bones, the sensitive skin beneath them and then he felt his alpha’s hot breath against the head of his cock and Tony’s eyes all but rolled back into his head. He didn't realize that he was whining plaintively, making needy sounds that would later mortify him to learn came from his lips.

“Please, please I need… I need…” Tony didn't get to finish his stuttering sentence before an incredibly hot and wet heat enveloped his length. Tony’s heels drummed against the floor, hips arching up on a gasp, as Captain Steven Rogers took his length to the root. When he felt thick, blunt, fingertips pushing against his slickened hole Tony’s eyes crossed. It didn't take long for those fingers to breach the tight ring of muscle, sending a shock of heat up Tony's spine and straight to his cock. He came on a cry, breath shuddering his chest as he thrust upward into his Alpha’s mouth. Shaking, trembling, Tony didn't fight when Steve released him with a ‘pop’ of his mouth. Grinning, the Alpha turned him gently over, onto his hands and knees. Tony’s thighs felt like jelly and trembled as he felt the hot press of his Alpha’s cock sliding up and down his crack.

“I’ve uh,” Tony coughed. “I’ve never…”

A hot kiss was pressed to the back of his nape, his shoulders, and those thick fingers reached down between his legs, parting the globes of his ass to press against his hole. He was so ready, so deep into his heat, that Steve’s fingers slid right inside. Tony shuddered and moaned, pressing his ass backward against those wicked fingers that stroked deep inside of him. In and out Steve’s fingers moved, scissoring inside of him, stretching the tight muscle that wanted to keep them trapped inside. Tony’s hands clenched in the sheet beneath him as his breath came in staccato pants. He moaned as a third finger was added, Steve’s hot breath fanning against his shoulder.

“You’re doing so good for me, Omega.” Steve muttered as his three fingers drove him to distraction. “So good, so tight.”

Tony cried out as those fingers pulled away. He pressed his face hard to the floor, inhaling his Alpha’s scent, as the blunt press of a thick cock pushed against his opening. Tony gritted his teeth on a pained cry as Steve worked the head of his cock inside him. Hard hands gripped his hips, holding him upright and still. There was nowhere that he could go to escape the hot press of flesh into his virgin hole, not that he would want to if he could.

“Just… just… breathe…” Steve panted above him, working his thick length even further inside of him. Tony let out a gasp of relief as the head passed that ring of muscle. It still stung a bit, but not as much as before. Steve’s hands on his hips tightened as he pressed deeper, making Tony’s back arch and hands scrabble uselessly on the floor.

“F-fuck Alpha, you’re big.” Tony groaned through gritted teeth, relishing the burn and stretch as he tilted his hips back and up, angling to get that thick Alpha cock deeper inside of him. It was a biological need. A burning ache, he needed to be filled by Steve needed to be -

“Easy, Tony, easy sweetheart,” Steve murmured, stopping his forward thrust to allow Tony time to adjust. But Tony didnt want easy. He didnt want slow.

[fallingworld]

and if you see posts tagged 'queue could absolutely break my heart' posting like 2 hours form now thats not me. thats my queue posting things i wanted to rb

i knowww and they won’t rven be the stats post

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I posted 668 times in 2022

That's 668 more posts than 2021!

78 posts created (12%)

590 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 652 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#sherlock holmes - 493 posts

#john watson - 327 posts

#sherlock bbc - 299 posts

#fanart - 185 posts

#queue the very best of times - 137 posts

#acd canon - 127 posts

#bbc sherlock - 85 posts

#johnlock - 60 posts

#granada holmes - 57 posts

#221b baker street - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#at least thats my impression but i havent studied history and maybe thats why i feel a bit helpless attempting to approach it theoretically

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think it's absolutely hilarious that ACD canon Dr. Watson makes a list of Sherlock Holmes' skills and weaknesses during their first week of living together. It's right after finding out that Holmes knows nothing about the solar system, and Watson is compiling the list to figure out what exactly is his flatmate's profession (but he fails and throws the list "into the fire in despair") - and, if you ask me, also because he's just so intrigued. (I mean, what kind of person makes a list about their flatmate's skill set? I lived with a lot of people at university, but I never made such a list. Don't tell me I'm the weird one here!)

So, the first hilarious thing is that Watson captions the list

✨️Sherlock Holmes - his limits✨️

He doesn't write "Sherlock Holmes - his skills" or something similar, because Holmes has doubtlessly already displayed such a weird and astonishing variety of knowledge (and bragged about it) that it feels much more satisfying to Watson to write about his limits. Watson even confesses: "I couldn't help smiling at the document when I had completed it." Just saying.

Also notice how he starts the list with the things Holmes knows nothing about.

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#4

Okay, so, let’s pretend for a second the creators of the show are right and neither John nor Sherlock have any romantic feelings for each other. What do you make out of this, then?

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322 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

First five episodes of Sherlock: Look at me, I'm a witty show about a detective solving cases together with his best friend (???), full of funny little moments and a great aesthetic

Everything after that: Haha gotcha, no, I meant it when I said it, I will burn the heart out of you, oh, and also break every bone in your body while naming it, and I hope you drown slowly because CONGRATULATIONS, everything that will happen from now on will fill you with an aching sadness

363 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#2

I just realised that when Mycroft kidnapped John and offered him money to spy on Sherlock, he probably didn't actually want him to say yes. It was a test. He wanted to see if John was trustworthy or if his loyalty could be bought (this might also be the reason why he introduced himself as "an enemy" of Sherlock!) and would therefore pose a threat to his brother. Probably if John had said yes, Mycroft had taken all the necessary steps to prevent him from getting too close to Sherlock. (Maybe he has even done something similar before???)

425 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sherlock searching the whole flat for cigarettes like a madman is so funny because he could easily leave the flat and buy new ones, but no, he wants John to witness just how extra Sherlock is and how desperate he is and oh oh! oh! jail for John! jail for John for One Thousand Years!!!!

601 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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