#new season's out and it's holding me together.. only to break me to pieces but it's worth it

[justporo]

Shooting Stars

A night of star showers is imminent in Baldur's Gate. You couldn't think of a better way to spend it but with Astarion and a sparkling glass of champagne in your hand - and lots of teasing banter- until the first star comes shooting. Because of course: there are wishes to be made and hopefully to be fulfilled.

MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: Time to cook of the 2024 season! I originally wanted to use this for the Winter Challenge as well but eh, I rather wanted to take my time (and I'm happy about it - I'm only getting back in the saddle with writing now, break was very much needed). So have this piece of fluff, that is hopefully something for the soul to kick of this year of writing! This wonderful artwork was done by the lovely @britonell (thank you so much!).

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff

Wordcount: 2,9k

Song: All This And Heaven Too - Florence + The Machine

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“Shit, I think I ripped one of my stockings”, you cursed while you rearranged your seat at the edge of the roof. Astarion relaxedly sitting beside you clicked his tongue and looked judgingly at you - but you knew he was only teasing. The sparkle in his ruby eyes spoke of nothing but affection and admiration as he looked at you and then towards the glittering night sky.

Tonight a shower of shooting stars was supposed to happen. The whole city had been raving about it for days since astronomers had shared the news of the upcoming celestial event. Probably every one who could afford so would be out and about to catch a glimpse of some of nature's magic. And of course - as was custom - to make some wishes and hope for the falling stars to kindly fulfil them.

Some of the stars on the firmament were twinkling already, as if they were shimmying, getting ready to fall out of their sockets and travel across the night sky. To grace all beings below them with their fleeting beauty.

Never had you seen something like this and you had been brimming with excitement from the first moment you had heard about it. You wouldn't want to miss it for the world.

When you had asked Astarion if he wanted to watch the star showers with you he had lifted one eyebrow and given you a kind of condescending if playful smile. Then, when he had answered his voice had dripped with sarcasm: “Oh darling, why would we need to watch some beautiful fallen stars when I already have one right in front of me.”

You had almost barfed onto his feet. Astarion had looked offended.

Then you had lost it so hard laughing that your vampire had needed to hold you up by your elbows so as to not let you slide onto the ground while you suffered from your hysteric fit.

“Astarion, love, you already have me - you can scrap the cheesy lines - please?”, you had pressed out through laughter and buried your face in his chest while Astarion had pouted a bit more about your snide remarks regarding his flirting techniques.

Of course, he hadn’t stopped. In fact, he’d made it a game over the next couple of days to come up with even much worse lines while you always desperately tried to keep it together.

“But darling, all my wishes have come true already with you by my side.”

“Love, I believe the night's cancelled. All stars are already in your eyes.”

“Oh, my heart, I’ve already fallen hard for you, why would you need another star?”

They got progressively worse the longer he kept going - and incredibly less inventive.

But of course you were still swooning on the inside, at least a little. Because after all, how couldn't you? Knowing that Astarion was indeed in love with you and that he really meant his words. Well, once you scraped all the gooey honey off it. What lay beneath was very sweet and much less sickening.

This game of his had gone on for several days until the night had finally arrived - and until even Astarion had almost run out of stupid pick-up lines.

The both of you had decided to dress up, just for the hell of it. This being one of the things you had adopted quickly from Astarion: indulging yourself, taking care of yourself and dressing for yourself - and for him of course, because you could never get enough of the stunned looks he threw you.

You were in a dress that Astarion had gifted you some time back and that was embroidered by the man himself. And the vampire in a finely stitched doublet that made him look positively regal and smoking. There was a fair amount of staring happening from both sides, hopefully not distracting from the actual event later on.

Then with lots of giggles from your side and terrible cursing from Astarion you had climbed onto the roof of your little Baldurian townhouse. This man could never do anything without commenting on it. When you had pointed out as much, he had narrowed his eyes at you and looked tempted to drag you down the small ladder again that led up to the roof. But you had swiftly moved out of his reach with a cackle - not without also making sure to give him a good view of your behind first by deliberately swishing open the slit in your skirt.

Carefully, you had scattered towards the edge over the old shingles then, until you could carefully settle down.

Obviously not carefully enough though since you feared that the delicate sheer fabric covering your slender legs might have been torn on a sharp edge when you had sat down. But it didn’t really matter. Astarion had already promised he’d rip these stockings off you (together with the set of naughty underwear you’d chosen specifically for him) with his teeth later in the night. Really, you were just presenting an opening for your eager lover.

With another curse under his breath, the vampire sat down beside you although he did so elegantly and immediately evoked the image of a lounging cat. The grace of the rogue really was unmatched.

You leaned back on your hands and angled one leg, putting it up on the edge while the other dangled over thin air. Astarion almost mirrored you with the way he seemed to sit comfortably there, leaning back, legs slightly spread and hanging over the edge while he observed the glittering night sky.

“Love, that’s no way to sit for a lady”, Astarion teased you with a promising grin while he eyed your angled leg, clad in nothing but a gauzy stocking, adorned with a delicate lace rim at the very top of your thigh - which was almost completely on display for him.

You angled your head at him and swayed your leg a little so the slit allowed for an even better view of your leg - careful to only tease for later.

“Good thing I am not a lady then”, you replied to your vampire, tongue in cheek.

“Oh yes, my love, it’s for the best. The way I’d single handedly ruin your reputation later tonight would be scandalous,” Astarion replied while he devoured you with his eyes from under his brows. In his head you could bet he was already letting his teeth graze over the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Oh, it would be a night to behold.

You laughed softly, throwing your head back. But then you let your leg softly fall onto the other, giving at least the illusion of decency again.

You grinned at the vampire, the vampire grinned back with promise.

Nothing would ever come close to this, to being with him: the playful banter, the easy companionship, the intense intimacy. You hummed contentedly while you slowly ripped your loving gaze of Astarion and let it wander over your surroundings.

Below you the streets of the Upper City seemed to fill up with the whole population of Baldur’s Gate. Of course everyone wanted the best sight of the night sky - and Upper just had the best spots. And what a good thing that you still had the vantage point even with all those people trying to find a neat stargazing spot.

Idle chatter drifted up towards you. People had brought food and drinks and a continuous hum of anticipation filled the cold night air, but you barely even noticed. For you there was merely your soulmate and you up on the roof of your home.

Behind you you had two crystal glasses waiting to be filled with some bubbling champagne Astarion had insisted upon. “If you’re going to make me sit up on some godsforsaken rooftop during wintertime only to crane your neck at the night sky you can look up at every night, I might as well bring a drink”, he’d said and rolled his eyes while he had grabbed not one, but two of the expensive bottles. You had simply shrugged - you wouldn’t say no if drinks were involved. And since you had figured out that it had been nearly half a year already since most everything had been dealt with, you felt it was only appropriate to celebrate this fact with a drink.

The vampire had whole-heartedly agreed when you had told him your observation. Astarion, of course, had been very well aware of that even before. He hadn’t stopped counting the days since his life had taken a turn for the better and, perhaps, he never would.

Up on the roof the rogue now procured his dagger, threw it up to flip it artfully and only then - when he was sure that he had your full attention - he took the first bottle with a sly grin. And then, in his histrionic manner, he swished the sharp blade up along the curve of the bottle neck and cleanly took off the head along with the cork.

Champagne immediately started foaming out of the bottle and Astarion was quick to grab the crystal glasses, both in one hand, and elegantly pour you each a glass of sparkling wine.

Somewhere below you heard someone yelp - apparently Astarion had unconsciously managed to hit someone with his display of skill. You looked down and saw an older gentleman rub the back of his head and turn towards you.

Quickly grabbing Astarion’s arm to make him pull back with you, you dragged up your legs with a giggle, hoping you could hide from the unwilling target. The vampire grinned broadly at you while he kept pouring - that little rascal.

You had to be honest though that you’d been quite impressed with the display of this dextrous if wholly unnecessary talent. It was after all very fitting for the flamboyant elf. But your adoration must have shown because the vampire was grinning proudly at you as he handed you a glass.

Time to get his ego in check again before it became too massive.

“Where’d you learn that?”, you asked after you had clinked glasses with him. “Rich prick academy?”

Astarion almost snorted into the glass he’d been taking a sip from. He recovered quickly though. “Not my fault they taught you neither that nor manners, you insolent little thing.” He clicked his tongue and took another sip of bubbly.

You waited until he had lifted up the drink filled flute to slap his arm.

His drink sloshed, some spilling onto him.

The look of that combined with too much force you had used to get back at him almost made you lose your balance. You screeched, gripping your glass as if it could stop you from falling.

But thankfully Astarion quickly grabbed your wrist with roguish reflexes, pulling you back and thus prohibiting you from falling off.

Your heart was racing from the sudden rush of adrenaline. The vampire was only laughing as you recovered from your self-inflicted fright. And you hadn’t even drunk a single drop of alcohol yet. So you made to catch up and lifted the crystal to your lips.

“Darling, don’t break your back falling off this rooftop, yes?” Astarion said, choosing this exact moment to break the silence again. “I have way better options to achieve that if you should insist upon it, my heart.”

You choked on the prickling drink and started coughing. Immediately, you were almost ready to push that bastard again, risking falling off once more. Astarion in the meantime smirked smugly at you while drinking his champagne in peace now.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”, you croaked pathetically after barely being able to talk again. Somehow you seemed to draw the short end of the stick fairly often when it came to trying to out-sass the pale elf. But he had more than 200 years on you with that - give or take. You’d get back at him one of those days.

The bickering went on for some more back and forth until you had each downed your first glass, then a second while you were both laughing profusely and you started to feel the alcohol make your mind a little hazy.

Astarion refilled the glasses once more and you just kept talking - about everything and nothing. It was always so easy to just spend time with each other. It almost felt like you had been together a whole eternity already, in the best way imaginable.

“So, what are you wishing for?”, you asked Astarion emboldened by the alcohol while you were working on emptying your next glass of champagne.

The vampire inclined his head towards you and softly shook his head in disappointment: “Love, have they truly taught you nothing? You’re not supposed to tell or it won’t come true!” He softly clicked his tongue while you stuck out yours towards him. You kept looking at him in anticipation - but he was firm on not losing a word on the matter.

After a while you gave up with a dramatic sigh and gulped down the rest of liquid in your glass. Neither pouting at him, bribing him or even offering another glance of your precariously clothed legs seemed to work.

You though knew exactly what things you’d be wishing for: for him and you to be happy - that was the most important thing, to find a way to allow Astarion to walk in the sun again, a long and happy life for all your friends you hadn’t seen in a while now, to have things stay like this forever or at least to be able to always come back to moments like these.

You really deeply hoped this would stay with you: the unconditional love, the deep trust, the easiness with which the two of you spent your days and nights now with each other.

Some time ago you had feared that once the permanent tension of your adventuring days was over there wouldn’t be much left for you. That Astarion would just realise that you were barely more than a former street kid and thief - and pretty much boring beyond that.

But it hadn’t been like that. Quite the opposite: every day seemed to make the vampire fall harder for you. And you knew that was surely true from your side. It was like every time you looked at him another small piece of your heart was permanently handed to the vampire who you trusted fully to handle it gently. And perhaps the same was true for Astarion’s undead and unbeating heart in his chest.

You kept gazing at him and enjoyed just listening to him talk beside you while you sipped on your drink. The wind was drifting through both your hair, pulling some light strands of your hair with it while it merely tugged softly on the rogue’s curls. His side profile was sharply illuminated by silver moon light, pronouncing his straight nose, sharp cheekbones. And not to forget his ruby red eyes that always caught when you were staring at him and then sparkled in delight.

You could just spend eternity with moments like these.

Astarion was currently telling you about a book of poetry he was reading at the moment, looking up at the moon and the stars with a slight smile on his lips when a murmur started to move through the crowd below you.

Both of your ears perked up a little as the people became louder. And then when someone even screeched and you saw someone pointing up at the night sky as you leaned forward you realised what it must mean: shooting stars.

Your head snapped up and you caught a movement out of the corner of your eye, just the disappearing tail of a star racing across the darkness. With a gasp you grabbed Astarion’s shoulder without looking to get his attention. The vampire immediately complained but was silenced when another falling star shot across the sky - this time clearly visible for both of you.

The people below were buzzing in excitement now, loud “oohs” and “aaahs” were heard in the chill winter night as the stars become more and more frequent until bright white curves of sparkles were drawn across the sky every few seconds.

Your eyes widened as you beheld the wondrous event in front of you, completely entranced by what was happening. Truly a magic that was unmatched in beauty, a spell woven over everyone that was lucky enough to catch sight of it even for only a moment.

The vampire observed the falling stars with you for a long while before he slowly turned to you.

Astarion looked at you, still fully smitten by stars falling from the sky, eyes wide and shining, lips parted slightly.. He drank it all in: the wonder in your eyes, your beautiful face, the love. You see the latter reflected on his face when your gaze flicked to the vampire and back up to the sky to not miss a single star.

But Astarion’s gaze kept lingering upon you. Not wanting to ever forget even the most miniscule of details of this moment while sparks of light kept dancing over your face and your ever broadening smile.

He hadn’t lied, calling you his star.

Because his biggest wish, although always unspoken, had already been fulfilled.

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[sc0tters]

Missing You | Nico Hischeir

summary: when you and Nico haven’t seen each other for a month his teammates pull off the surprise of a lifetime when you both needed it the most.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, swearing, slight exhibitionist kink?

word count: 2.68k

authors note: welcome to the fourth instalment of the 1000 celly, and what I think is our first one with a mclaren driver. I have missed writing for this boy so much! this is also the first smut of 2024 if I'm not mistaken! we also aren't going to acknowledge that this has taken me like four days to write this...

You knew you were in love with Nico.

It was hard not to be, he had been your boyfriend for the last four and a half years and you didn't want anything more. When you were with Mclaren you met him when he was on a trip to Belgium you two met during a party. You had just won the first race of your career but the moment you saw him, the world all of a sudden didn’t matter to you. But by the end of the night you couldn’t get enough of him. 

Yet as your careers both got ahead of you and it meant that the only real time you found yourself together was a three week period where you were both off in the summer break. But after this year it felt awkward for you both. You were coming up to the Austin leg of the season and with that it meant that you were back in the states. It seemed that both of you let your careers take hold of your lives, so even though you had a week off you didn’t know if Nico wanted to spend the time with you. 

That was compounded by the fact that you guys had a stupid argument, and when Nico ended the call with how he thought it would have been best if you didn’t come in your week off.

Nico had been having a rough week so when the video came up of you and Lando being interviewed by a child, it was the cherry on top of the shit cake. Not even your FaceTime call could have taken him out of it “there you are love!” You smiled as you saw the picture connect “finally found some time away from Lando?” Nico grumbled as he hadn’t even finished the video when you called. 

Your face dropped as you furrowed your eyebrows “you okay?” You trailed off as it only seemed to piss him off further “why do you have to go get all flirty with your teammate?” The accusation made you freeze “okay back the fuck up hotshot.” You warned as you raised your hand signaling to him to stop. 

It wasn’t often that you two fought but after months without sex - or any variation of it - you were both frustrated “I did not flirt with my teammate or anyone because I’m in love with you!” You were close to hanging up as you glared at him “you’ve got a funny way of showing that.” Nico laughed as he shook his head. 

You were doing alright at the moment with your racing, many podiums and even a win in the season that could all but have been called Max’s. But with one DNF and one DNS coming right after each other, you were now stressed “look don’t make your team playing like shit right now my fault.” You grumbled not realizing that the comment had slipped out “if we’re so shit then maybe you shouldn’t come!” With that Nico hung up leaving you with the reflection of your shocked face. 

As much as you wanted to apologize for what you had said, you were still upset that he could have ever questioned how you felt about him. It was clear the entire world noted how both of you were currently struggling not only in your sports but also how you just seemed to be out of it. You missed your boyfriend but as fans would have you sign random pieces of devils merch as the announcement of your relationship upon your win in Austria two years ago came with a whole new group of fans. 

So when you were sat in the comfort of your hotel room and got the message from Jack asking if you wanted to come to a devs game before the race in Vegas, you knew you couldn’t say no. Not when this was attached. 

Jacky Hughes: he misses you, even if he won’t say it

The text made your heart break especially after you watched Nico get injured. The Prudential Center was a place you found comfort in but this time as you sat amongst the crowd all you wanted was him. Nico’s name was proudly stapled on your back as you were in his jersey and a plain black cap as though it was going to be enough to hide your identity. 

And it did until the final intermission just as the boys got back on the ice “she still not talking to you?” Nico had called you earlier that morning but as you were on your flight you had no way of answering it “I just miss her.” Timo couldn’t help but place his hand on the boys shoulder as he felt bad. 

More than half of the team knew that you were here and Timo decided he could no longer leave Nico in his misery “look up there.” Six rows up sat next to Ellen and Jim Hughes, was you. 

Nico felt his jaw drop as he locked eyes with you “hi.” You mouthed like he could even see what you were saying “love you.” Nico did the same thing as you as he placed his hand on his heart as you blew him a kiss. 

That final period everyone swore that there was a rocket under Nico’s ass as he scored two different goals, both of which you knew were dedicated to you as the boy would smirk in your direction. It seemed that both of you were ready to finally see each other but as he got one of the stars of the game it left you waiting with Jack “thank you for getting me here.” You smiled at the boy finally taking your cap off as you realized you weren’t hiding anymore. 

Jack brushed it off as it was more of a favour to the boys than something for you guys “just hope he behaves.” You had mentioned your apprehensions on coming because of how you two fought “have a feeing we both will.” You nodded as you watched Nico’s head stick out from the crowd “schatzi!” He called out acting as the cue that Jack needed to leave “have fun.” The boy patted your shoulder as he walked off to his parents. 

It was only a few seconds until Nico was in front of you “hi.” He smiled noticing how you fidgeted with your rings just like you used to when you guys first started dating “you played well tonight cap.” The nickname had his mind fulling with thoughts, all as inappropriate as the previous.

His hand locked with yours as he clicked his tongue wanting you to stop “I’m sorry I called your team shit.” You were the first to apologize as your voice was soft not wanting his teammates to hear you “let’s go talk in the car.” Nico offered as he slid his arm over your shoulders letting your rest your head against him. 

It had been a while since you were in New Jersey as your summer break was spent in Europe “how did you keep the boys quiet?” Nico asked as he locked his hand with yours over the center console “it was actually their idea.” You smiled revealing what the surprise was “Jack said you missed me.” You teased letting out a giggle as the boys cheeks turn red. 

Nico couldn’t help but nod as he sighed “you and Lando are good friends and I know you love me.” The hockey player had found himself repeating the apology that he tried so many times to send you “I seriously think you’re on a great team.” You hated how badly you spoke about the team when Nico stood by your side through everything “can we agree we were both wrong?” The air finally felt light as the car came to a stop when the light turned red. 

His eyes stared into yours as he swore that there was nowhere that he’d rather be “only if it means that I could kiss you.” Nico mumbled as it made you smile “never need to ask me that.” You shook your head as the boy dropped his head to the side as he let his lips touch yours. 

A fire built up in your belly as his hand grazed your cheek finally stopping as he tugged on your hair “Neek.” You moaned feeling him smirk against your lips “I know baby.” Nico sighed having to pull away as the car behind them hooted as the light went green “so fucking happy to have you back my sweet girl.” He mumbled letting his hand rest on your thigh as he smiled. 

Being captain of an NHL team came with a bunch of privileges. One that Nico never realized that he was meant to appreciate was an expensive apartment with a view that could have been worth a thousand bucks “this will never get old.” You gasped pressing your fingers against the glass as you watched New Jersey continue to move beneath you “feels great getting to watch you in it.” Nico’s breath fanned against your skin as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. 

It was as though your entire body melted as his hands gripped at your hips “even in all of this?” You joked looking down to the fact that you were fully clothed “would prefer if you were just in this.” His fingers tugged at the jersey on your shoulders. 

All of a sudden an idea popped up in your mind “what’s stopping you pretty boy?” Your tongue darted out of your mouth as you turned to face him “you gonna let me?” Nico raised his eyebrows in surprise as he hooked his fingers in the belt hoops of your pants pulling you closer to him “you get whatever you want my little star.” You cooed pushing yourself onto your tippy toes as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders. 

Nico grinned as he swayed your hips against his “fuck I need you schatzi.” His groan was caught as your teeth grazed his lower lip “don’t make me wait.” The fight was now long forgotten as he undid your belt “god you’re soaked.” His eyes blew up at the sight of the wet patch on your panties. 

He helped you out of your pants “do something please.” You begged as his eyes had you feeling like he had you fully undressed “put your hands against the window then for me.” Nico moved your hair to the side of your neck. 

As you listened to his command his pants grew tight around his boner “looking so good tonight in my jersey.” The boy cooed as he turned his attention to the flesh of your ass squeezing your skin between his fingers “just tonight?” You held back a moan as you wiggled your ass in front of him desperate to get a reaction from the boy.

That behavior was cut as he lay a quick slap to your skin that was quickly followed by a soothing motion “you’ve got such a pretty ass.” He mumbled to himself picking up the band of your panties only to let it snap again as it made you jump “I need you Nico.” You begged letting the cool glass hit your forehead “you have me here schatzi.” His hand palmed your ass.

It made you whimper as your jaw went slack “need you to touch me.” Your tone was sultry as your body tensed “you just a cock hungry girl tonight?” The boy was amused as he took the time to unbuckle his belt as you bit your lip in anticipation “asked you a question pretty girl.” His voice pulled you from your focus as you turned your head to face him “want you baby.” Was all he needed to hear as he dropped his suit pants letting them hit the floor.

Nico missed this view as you practically oozed with anticipation “god I’ve missed this cunt” His fingers traced on the lace on your underwear before he hooked his fingers into the waistband leaving you nude from the waist down “you don’t have to wait much longer pretty boy.” You smirked hearing the gasp that left his lips as you knew that he was palming his cock.

The boy dragged its swollen head over your slit spreading his precum over your clit “don’t tease me please.” You begged as your knuckles turned white as your fingers tensed against the window “how do you think they would feel seeing how needy you are for me?” Nico teased as he kissed your neck as he slid his cock into your cunt “so big.” You gasped as the boy gave you a moment to let your walls stretch as his cock throbbed inside you “moove p-please.” You moaned feeling his hands squeeze your hips.

He felt his head drop back as you whimpered “let yourself scream f’me baby.” Nico nipped at your earlobe as it made you squirm “they can’t hear you from up here.” He reminded you of where you both were “you want people to watch you fuck-me!” You yelled the last part as Nico hit your ass once more.

Nico growled from behind you as he had gotten carried away by the fact that that you were still in his jersey “deserve to see who you belong to.” His possessiveness made you clench your cunt around him “you like it when I call you mine huh?” You nodded as you cried out “belong to you cap.” If Nico didn’t have so much planned for you he would have came on the spot but he used everything in his power to not coat the walls of your cunt in that moment.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in your ears as the sight of you in his jersey made his mouth water “hated thinking about those boys so close to you.” He grunted in your ear as his hands trailed up the inside of the jersey “you just look so fucking good in this.” As your hair was pushed to the side it had his name proudly displayed on your back.

You moaned as you nodded “’s all for you neeks.” You no longer seemed to care that you were against the window as your legs began to shake “I’m so close.” You announced as your hand trailed down to your clit as you began to rub at the sensitive nub.

As the boy realized what you were doing he swatted your hand away as he continued the assault on your clit “be a good girl and hold it f’me.” He clicked his tongue as he wanted to push you just a little bit further “i-i can’t.” You swore that tears were filling up your eyes as you whimpered “just a little bit longer.” He practically pleaded wanting to push you as close to the edge as he could.

Sweat made your hair stick to your skin “I need to-” your plead was short lived as he cut you off “let go for me.” Nico mumbled as his cock throbbed your body shook as you came “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted as you pressed your head against his shoulder as your cunt clenched around him “there it is pretty girl.” Nico cooed as he kissed your temple as his orgasm came shortly after yours.

Nico watched your chest heaved as he slid his cock out of you “you were so good.” You mumbled turning to face him as you smiled “the night doesn’t have to end schatzi.” Nico cupped your cheeks as he pecked your lips “take me to your room cap.” He didn’t need to hear anymore as he threw you over his shoulder making you squeal as he laughed.

The door to his room shut and with that the rest of the events planned for you two weren’t going to be seen by New Jersey. Because as fun as that was, being tangled in the sheets was far more favourable.

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[underwhelmingalchemist]

The thing about Ice Adolescence being cancelled isn't that it was unexpected. It's the finality of it. There's no hope of a new season, no faint hope that maybe a movie will come out one day, maybe, just maybe. The cancellation of the movie means that this is the end of Yuri on Ice.

At least for me, YOI was one of those shows that you watched an episode or two of and it felt both comfortable and compelling, and then it grabs you by the chin and turns your head towards the screen and doesn't let you go away, and a little voice in your head just goes, "Oh." You hear the theme song and your heart swells. The sounds of skates on the ice ground you in the sport. You look at these two men falling in love and you feel it.

I had a background in figure skating. I was never particularly good, but I spent most of my childhood on the rink every Friday. Watching the series, seeing the movement of their routines and hearing the sounds of the skates and seeing the rinks that looked just like the one I grew up on felt like coming home.

I watched the show at age sixteen on my tiny smart phone in the back of the school library, on an anime pirating website that was somehow not blocked by their wifi. I'd refresh the website over and over, because the episodes were always uploaded during the lunch break, and then me and my little group of queer friends would all huddle together to watch the newest episode. We would cheer and cry and get excited over every development. They kissed and we lost our minds. A few times, the one friend who could drive would take us to the only skating rink half an hour away and I would teach them, helping them size rented skates and go from holding onto to wall to gliding across the rink. I met my current girlfriend for the first time during one of those skating sessions. Viktor and Yuri fell in love thanks to the sport, and I met the woman who's currently napping in the bed next to me thanks to them.

Yuri on Ice was such a formative piece of media for me. It felt like something specifically designed for me, the queer, anime-loving teenager with a background in figure skating, with representation that meant the world to me and such a meaningful depiction of the sport I loved. And with this cancellation, that piece of media comes to an end.

Thank you for everything, Yuri on Ice. Ice Adolescence or not, you'll live on through me, and I'll never forget the impact you had on my life. Goodbye, and know that you really did make history.

#i mostly wrote this to process the finality of it all #i feel like i'm grieving #i can't understate how much this show felt like home to me #yuri on ice #ice adolescence

[beybaldes]

Karma is the guy on AFC Richmond, coming straight home to me!

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent × gn!famous!reader (loosely inspired by Taylor swift and Travis Kelce)

summary: “kisses with a height difference” requested by two anons <33

an: okay you can actually thank the queen of my heart @onceuponaoneshotfanfic for my sudden (although potentially one night only we’ll see if I get my uni essay done lol) return because she reposted a celebrity prompt list and it got my mind whirring oops love you tally thank you for breaking my writers (and reading) block <33

“Hot.”

One simple word had sent your 68 million instagram followers into an absolute frenzy, and half of them, you were pretty sure, didn’t even know who Roy Kent was.

“‘So nice of them to put this football player on the map?’ They do know I was famous long before you ever were, right?” You only laughed as Roy grew more frustrated, allowing him to scroll through your Twitter account while you made the both of you some breakfast.

“Hey, maybe they have a point?” You tried to stifle your laughter, knowing Roy’s eyes would be sending daggers into your back, though only for a moment so he could continue winding himself up over the things people were tweeting. “I mean Richmond tickets have now sold out for the rest of the season.”

Roy knew you were only joking. Well, kind of. The two of you had been together for just over a year now, recently celebrating your one year anniversary, but besides the odd article about each of you potentially seeing someone, no one knew you were together - let alone that you even knew each other. Keeley had been blowing up Roy’s phone since she saw the comment demanding to meet you, her favourite superstar, and you’d woken up to 37 missed calls from your dad, furious you hadn’t told him you were dating Chelsea legend Roy Kent.

Above everything, you’re still in disbelief Roy tried to hard launch your relationship in the comment section if your most recent instagram post on a random Tuesday evening.

“Hmm, and I’m sure your next tour is going to sell out 10 times faster now the world knows you’re with the great Roy Kent.” Roy had given up on reading tweets speculating about what his comment meant and if the two of you were together, instead choosing to press his bare chest agains your back, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you finished up breakfast. Fortunately you knew, Roy Kent or not, your next tour was going to sellout. Though you’d rather have Roy be by your side for it.

“Maybe if I’m lucky.” Putting down your fork, you turned in Roy’s hold to face him, standing on the very tips of your toes to press a lovingly slow kiss to his lips. Since dating Roy, you were certain early mornings were for breakfasts that take too long to cook and kisses that end too soon for your liking. Roy’s grip on you tightened and he dipped his head slightly, making the kiss as easy on you as possible. When you began to pull away, he only ducked his head further to press his lips back against yours. “Mmm, although I’d already consider myself very lucky.”

“That you are.” Roy murmured against your lips, immediately pressing them flush against yours when he’d said his piece. “And so am I.”

an: okay short and sweet but I’m hoping to get back in to writing and get up to date with my requests now that I’m settled at uni and with my new job. Missed you guys hope you all are well <33

#beybaldes writes !! #beybaldes summer sleepover !! #ted lasso x reader #roy kent x reader #roy kent one shot #roy kent imagine #another banger another banger by onceuponaoneshotfanfic from tumblr.com

[btsgotjams27]

under the mistletoe | knj

Kim Namjoon is a sneaky one when it comes to celebrating the Holidays.

❄️ title: under the mistletoe | a don't push your luck drabble ❄️ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ❄️ genre/au: fluff | ex college rivals, co-workers, frenemies ❄️ rating: pg | ❄️ word count: 1.3k ❄️ warnings: jokes about harassment in the workplace, teasing, kissing ❄️ a/n: it's the holiday szn and i was feeling festive. this is the 'don't push your luck' couple but it can be read as a standalone. enjoy.

❄️ read don't push your luck ❄️

“I never figured you were someone who loved the holiday season.”

The office looks like elves came in and sprinkled Christmas magic overnight. There's fake snow fluff, bottle brush Christmas trees, and even stockings with your and Namjoon's initials embroidered.

You like the holiday season–you do, minus the endless hours of Christmas music. You can only hear ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree' so many times before you wanna hurl. A tradition you do love is watching Home Alone 2 on the day of along with the fireplace on and cozy blanket.

Namjoon turns to you after hanging up the last ornament. “Yeah, I mean, we don’t celebrate it back home in Seoul, but once I moved to Chicago…” He shrugs. “It grew on me.”

You eye him up and down. “Has Kim Namjoon gone soft? Who are you?”

He narrows his eyes, twisting his mouth. “I can be a Grinch instead,” he huffs as he returns to take out pieces of a toy train track.

Shaking your head, you protest, “No, no, no. We’re finally getting along—semi-getting along without going at each other’s throats. I’ll be nice. I promise.”

“You? Nice? It must be a Christmas miracle,” Namjoon teases, placing the train tracks along the top of the cubicle walls.

“Shut up–you’re the one that should be nice since I’m your boss now.”

Namjoon makes a face. “Is this how you treat your partner in crime? By telling them to ‘shut up’? I’d call that harassment.”

You open your mouth and close it again. He got you there. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Working alongside Namjoon isn't new, but you and him being partners are. The two of you left your previous company and had the ridiculous idea of going into publishing together. Granted, Namjoon knew the business side and you had the heart of the company–what else could go wrong besides the fact that he still loved to push your buttons and tease you about the last work trip the two of you were on.

The corner of Namjoon’s lips curves into a smile. “Should we hug it out? Hold on, let me turn around. I know how much you like being the big spoon.”

You ball your hands into a fist, ready to fight Kim Namjoon. He laughs, walking away to spread Christmas cheer around the office.

“Don’t make me regret asking you to come work for me!” You yell in his direction.

“With you!” He quips while laying down the rest of the tracks for the toy train.

The risks of having Namjoon as your business partner were high, but you were hoping the outcome would outweigh it all.

After countless meetings with investors and prospective authors, you wanted nothing more than to put on fuzzy socks and curl up in bed with a cheesy Hallmark film to put you to sleep. But with the holidays, no one wanted to talk about money because they were too busy spending it.

“I’m tapping out for the day,” you say as you stand up and peer over at Namjoon. 

He’s hanging up another string of cut-out paper snowflakes. Namjoon stops in his tracks, setting down the garland he’s created. “I’ll walk you out.”

With knitted brows and a frown, you’re wondering what’s gotten into him. He’s never once walked you out of the building. You don’t deny the offer because you’re already defeated from the day and don’t have the energy to bicker with him.

He follows you out, standing beside you as the elevator arrives. Silence fills the steel box trapping you and Namjoon before he breaks it.

“Any fun plans tonight?”

You slowly turn your head, narrowing your eyes at the tall giant. “What’s it to you?” Honestly, he’s never been so interested in your life before. Why start now? Is it because you have to work together as partners?

He glances in your direction then turns away to face the elevator doors. “Just making small talk,” he shrugs, placing his hands behind his back.

“Uh huh…”

Namjoon clears his throat out of nervousness. “You did great today in the meetings. I think we’ll have them all on board in no time.”

Is Kim Namjoon complimenting you? Such words have never rung sweeter in your ears.

“You weren’t so bad yourself. Surely, you charmed the panties off Mrs. Park.” The obvious flirting between the two made you want to gag.

A strangled noise comes from Namjoon as he dismisses your comment. The elevator comes to a stop and dings, with the door opening to the parking garage.

You’re ready to step out when you feel a grip on your wrist. Your heart flutters at the sudden contact and you gulp hard at his warm hand against your skin.

“I wanted to see if you’d want to go to a Christmas party with me tonight.”

Is Kim Namjoon asking to be seen with you in public? Why must there be some kind of magic in the air or did he hit himself too hard with a dumbbell?

“I don’t think I’ll be good company, especially at a party.”

The elevator doors begin to close, but you hit the button to keep it open.

“You can be my excuse to leave,” he explains.

Your mouth hangs open before responding. “Is that all I’m good for? Being your excuse?”

The doors threaten to close again and you attempt to hit the button to stay open, but Namjoon beats you to the ‘close’ button instead.

“Say yes.”

“Or what?” You deadpan, cocking your head to the side.

“Or else I’ll kiss you.”

Your eyes widen at his comment and before you know it, Namjoon closes the distance between you, cupping your face, and presses his lips against yours. You’re tempted to pull away and say that you should keep your relationship professional, but your body betrays you as you drop your bag, and wrap your arms and shoulders, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft and delicate, like how you remember them. He pulls back, and you can feel a smile as he returns for another kiss. Your fingers become entangled in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Namjoon traces your spine and presses his body as close as he can, causing a shiver to run through your body.

It’s easier to tell how aroused he’s become, and you’d be embarrassed if his thighs were to become slotted between your legs. And in no way, have you ever thought about riding his thighs.

“Namjoon…” You’re finally able to croak out. He hums, placing kisses along your jawline, and down the column of your neck. “What are we doing?”

“Kissing…obviously.”

He’s a smart ass, and he knows it, but that’s also something you’ve come to appreciate.

“I know, but—why, right now?”

The elevator number lights up, and you realize it’s being utilized by someone else.

Namjoon pulls back and stands tall, straightening his tie. He clears his throat, “I—um…” He looks up, and your gaze follows him to the small green plant that’s hanging decorated with a red bow—a mistletoe.

The two of you let out a soft laugh, trying to regain whatever dignity is left.

“You didn’t put that there, did you?”

He points to himself. “Me? Pfft—why would I do that?”

With the long relationship you’ve had, you can always tell when he’s lying.

The lift moves, highlighting the floor it’s going to.

You stride toward Namjoon, gazing into his dragon eyes, then dropping to his plush lips and back up. “Will I find mistletoes around the office now?”

A ding resounds, but you hold the ‘close’ button, waiting for Namjoon’s answer. A beat passes, and it’s the first time he doesn’t have a cheeky response ready. So you do the only sensible thing—kiss him again.

“What was that for?” He asks, scanning your face.

“We are under the mistletoe.” A chuckle leaves your lips. “Well, it was either you kiss me or I’d have to attend a dreadful Christmas party with you.”

“So, you’re not coming?”

“Wouldn’t you rather come to my place instead?”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “I won’t object to that.”

#namjoon fanfic #namjoon fic #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts x reader #bts x you #kim namjoon

[sidekick-hero]

💫 Sandy, she/her, 30s, Europe 💫

writing tag ✍️ My AO3

🌈 Multichapter Fics 🌈

Suitcase of Memories (55k | explicit | co-written with @legitcookie)

Boy meets boy. Boy meets boy again. And again, so they decided to go on a date about it. But as they grow closer, Steve's insecurities threaten to pull them apart before they can even begin. Will fate intervene?

I wore his jacket for the longest time (58k | explicit | co-written with @legitcookie | Sequel to we pass the ghosts that haunt us later) 

Steve has made some bad choices in the past, choices that have cost him his marriage, and even worse than that, Eddie. The man he didn't realize he was in love with until it was too late. Now Steve must pick up the pieces of his life and figure out how to become the man he wants to be.

It's a story about love lost and love found, about the importance of friendship and family, and most of all, about second chances and how it's never too late to change.

I’m tired of asking to settle the debt (18k | explicit)

5 times Eddie warms Steve's hands and that one time Steve returns the favor.

Or: What if Steve and Eddie had met before the events of season 4? What if they kept bumping into each other because it was meant to be?

hold me close (I’m shaking apart) (WIP (2/3) | 15k | explicit)

It all came down to one simple truth: Steve Harrington was not at all what Eddie expected him to be, and it was confusing him to no end.

Or: Steve asks Eddie if he wants to experiment. Eddie wants so much more, but he takes what he can get and tries to not let it break his heart.

tangled with what I never said (4.1k | mature | angst with a happy ending)

And they were roomates.

🌈 Series 🌈

Modern AU - Teacher Steve and Musician Eddie (11k in 5 parts | rated T to explicit)

Just some snippets from the life of Teacher Steve Harrington and Wedding Band Singer turned Rockstar Eddie Munson.

Runner Steve Verse (14k in 2 parts | explicit)

Steve starts running to get out of his head. He finds that maybe he's been running towards something (or someone) all along.

🌈 One-Shots 10k+ 🌈

to the rhythm of eternity (18k | explicit)

The last two years Steve and Eddie have been doing the long distance thing when Steve visits Eddie in London for Christmas and falls in love with the city as well.

Emotional Motion Sickness (16.5k | explicit)

Steve's first night at a gay bar turns into something he never expected. He accidentally stumbles into a theme night - Kink Night - and discovers something new about himself.

🌈 One-Shots 5-10k 🌈

Would you fall for me? (8.8k | explicit | Porn with plot)

One-sided enemies to lovers au inspired by that cake scene in red, white and royal blue.

Will you cleanse me with pleasure? (8.4k | explicit | PWP with tentacle love making)

Steve thinks it’s safe to say that he knows everything important about Eddie when they finally decide to move in together.

Everything, it turns out, except that Eddie sneaks out of the house in the middle of the night at least once a week.

he's all that I've got (don’t take that sinner from me) (8k | explicit | open but hinted at happy ending)

Eddie is on the run after still being blamed for the murders in Hawkins, but he can't run away from Steve.

Part 2: take you with me (mature | 2.1k)

The way you touch, the way you taste (7.1k | explicit | PWP)

Gareth, Jeff and Freak hire Steve to take Eddie's virginity on his birthday. Eddie takes Steve's heart in the process. Entry for the sub Eddie week.

You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some) (6.4k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie's neighbor is the hottest man in existence, so when he finds him washing his car in the shortest shorts known to man he can't stay away.

Love from the other side (6.2k | mature)

Steve works in the emergency room, where he has lost several patients with gaping wounds on their necks, the blood drained from their bodies. It's only because of Eddie, who is a vampire himself, that Steve doesn't end up like them, but what will he do when it's Eddie who needs help?

Part 2: sink you teeth

we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) (5.6k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie is a Big-Shot-Rockstar and Steve is the escort he hired to get people off his back. Too bad he fell in love with him.

When I open my eyes to the future I can hear you say my name (5k | explicit | PWP)

Even after almost a decade together you can still discover new kinks.

Will the man become the monster, or the monster become man? (5k | explicit | PWP)

Beauty and the Beast AU with a twist: What if, once a month, the prince turns back into the beast?

🌈 One-Shots 1k-5k 🌈

I’ve got to get you out of my mind (and back into my arms) (4.7k | explicit | PWP)

Every once in a while, Steve and Eddie like to spice up their sex life and go out to play.

Lay all your love on me (4.6k | explicit | porn with feelings)

Steve feels lonely on Valentine's Day '87 and a certain metalhead sets out to change that.

wear me like a locket around your throat (4.5k | explicit | PWP co-written with @yournowheregirl)

It doesn't really matter why, the fact remains that Eddie is making Steve a little bit feral, and the animal part of his brain demanded that he do something about it.

And that's why he bought Eddie a fucking collar, of all things.

tell me it's love, tell me it's real (4k | explicit | PWP co-written with @yournowheregirl)

The infamous piano scene from Pretty Woman (1990).

Carry You (4k | teen)

Written for @steddielovemonth, prompt: Love is letting someone take care of you.

Eddie is living the rockstar life, but it comes with a prize. When he reaches a point where he can't go on like that, will he finally let Steve carry him?

Part 2: Dear Steve (teen | 2.3k)

we tangle endlessly like lovers entwined (3.4k | explicit | Porn with feelings)

It's canon Steve likes to hold hands during sex.

Safe Haven (3.2k | teen)

Eddie finds a hurt wolf in the woods and takes him home. He has no idea that there is more to this particular wolf than it seems.

Part 2: Eat you alive (wc: 1.8k | mature)

Drowning In You (3.2k | teen | co-written with @legitcookie)

Steve and Eddie spend some time swimming at the quarry. At night. In just their underwear. As you do.

on the tip of my tongue, on top of my thighs (2.8k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie may be a little obsessed with Steve's chest. Okay, drop the a little.

He was sweet like honey (2.7k | explicit | PWP)

Steve loves mint chocolate chip ice cream. Eddie loathes it. But Steve has an idea how he can change Eddie's mind.

will you take me home (2.7k | teen)

Robin wants to adopt a cat, so why does Steve end up with one, too?

Rooting for you (2.6k | explicit)

Steve screwed up, no way around it. Fucked up big time.

In his defense, he didn't know that Eddie was in love with him. How could he have known? For all intents and purposes, they were just two horny guys hooking up.

safe & sound (2.5k | teen)

What happens when Steve meets Eddie Munson, who has just failed his senior year for the first time, during one of his nightly drives?

are you still mine? (2.4k | teen)

"He kissed me," Steve blurts out, and to Robin's credit, she doesn't react except for her hand on his to twitch in surprise. She makes a questioning sound in her throat, clearly waiting for more.

So much (for) Stardust (2.3k | teen)

A scene from an upcoming fic Pickup Note with @thefreakandthehair and art by @firefly-party. Steve can't sleep and Eddie takes him stargazing.

the past, the future, through death my arms are open (2.1k | mature)

second part to are you still mine? where Steve remembers another moment from their shared past where Eddie has been there for him even when he didn't ask for it

will you find me in the stars (2.1k | mature)

In every life, in every universe, they will find each other again. What’s a lifetime if you measure it in eternity?

true colors (2.1k | explicit)

Eddie's heart is beating for Steve but it takes Steve a bit to understand what it is saying.

Slaying Dragons (2.1k | gen)

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

Blinded by you (2.1k | teen)

The one in which Eddie is a hot mess but Paramedic Steve doesn't mind.

Crutch (2k | mature)

Steve loves Eddie, he really, really does. He just can’t say it.

Louder (2k | explicit | PWP)

While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Eddie turns to Steve after a while, and asks, You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?

(I just) died in your arms (1.9k | teen | co-written with @legitcookie and @yournowheregirl)

"Hey, Steve, hi. You're probably wondering what I'm doing here." Eddie smiles nervously. When Steve just blinks at him, he takes that as a cue to continue.

"Funny story, actually," He laughs. The lack of sleep must be kicking in, which always makes him feel a little drunk and giddy. "There's this really annoying pipe in my room that's slowly driving me crazy, and I really, really, really need to get some sleep, man. I might even start crying if I don't get some soon. So, I was wondering... Could I crash in here?"

Someone New (1.7k | teen)

After Vecna, Eddie thinks he lost something vital, the one thing that made him Eddie. Steve teaches him that that's not true.

Butterfly Effect (1.5k | mature)

Eddie Munson is bad at feelings, but Steve makes him talk about them anyway, at least in metaphors.

Your scent (it clings to every blanket, sheet and pillowcase) (1.5k | mature)

Life after March '86 is very different from life before. For one thing, he never almost died before. Nor did he ever have anyone accuse him of murder, never mind murders, as in plural.

But then again, he didn't have Steve Harrington before either.

Until I found you (1.5k | mature)

Steve reminds Eddie that you can't buy happiness, you find it in each other.

You got a fast car (1.4k | teen)

"If we leave now, we can be in Indiana before midnight," Steve hears himself say, the decision already made, because the alternative is blood and pain and sorrow.

something about us (1.4k | teen)

What starts out as one of the worst nights of his college life turns into something else when Steve meets Eddie while being banned from his dorm room in the middle of the night thanks to some asshole setting off the fire alarm.

when we were made it was no accident (1.2k | teen)

Steve and Eddie just started dating, it's all new, it's all fragile and most of all, it's still a secret. So when they have a soundcheck coming up, they can't both be late because they can't make themselves to leave the bed, can't they? (part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note)

we can be heroes (1.2k | gen)

Love makes Steve brave. And Steve loves fast and hard.

Once those two things become a certainty in Eddie's mind, other things fall into place.

only soul I ever saved (1.1k | explicit)

With Steve, Eddie can be soft. Obediant and sweet. With Steve, Eddie can be a good boy.

hate to be lame (1.1k | mature)

Eddie and Steve are spies working for competing agencies. They make it work.

Somehow, I just want you more (1k | teen)

When Chrissy sets Eddie up for a blind date he did not expect to find a ghost from his past waiting for him.

🌈 Drabbles (<1k) 🌈

I want you to want me (921 | teen)

let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one (918 | teen)

Connoisseur of Comfort (652 | gen)

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire (548 | explicit)

Show them (Baby I'm yours)  (534 | explicit)

Sugar, I got a taste for you now (480 | explicit)

Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. (442 | gen)

always on the tip of my tongue (387 | teen)

Deflated. Devoured. Defiled. (311 | explicit)

hole-in-the-wall (404 | gen)

love bites (404 | mature)

mine (404 | explicit)

Ahoy Sailor! (404 | mature)

My arms belong around you (509 | mature)

Like real people do (846 | gen)

that ultra-kind of love (you never walk away from) (509 | teen)

Let Go (509 | explicit)

Anything for love (790 | teen)

moonlit bonding (388 | teen)

blow my candle (290 | explicit)

Strangers Passing (380 | teen)

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet #steddie smut #steddie au #eddie x steve #my writing

[ladymarycrawley]

The blondie I'm in love with - Mason Mount

Request: Mason has a fake girlfriend but with a happy ending please (requested by @masterclassbaby sorry baby, I kept you waiting so long for this 🙈 hope you like it!)

Warning: one of my worst pieces to date I think but after months of lacking any motivation to write about Mason I got struck but this idea all of a sudden last night so

Tag list: @masonxomount @prideofpd @masterclassbaby @chelsealover @johnstonesfc

Summer’s hot and sunny weather it’s like the secret ingredient for good things to happen, such as good holidays in beautiful places. Better if shared with people we love and have fun with. That was the case for you and Mason who got the chance to spend some time together with some of your mutual friends, spending days at the beach and nights out, staying up late.

Another thing that usually happens in summer, football related, is the transfer window where players say goodbye to the teams they've played in until that moment and let some new teams welcome them for their new adventure. Mason made no exception as he was among those players too. 

The season that just ended wasn’t the best of his career for sure and he needed that month away from football to clear his mind as well as relax. 

“Well now everyone will make up some weird theories about your new hair colour and that'll be so much fun" 

Clearing his mind meant also doing some crazy things such as dying his hair platinum blonde (something that was quite en vogue among those football players…what’s the fascination behind it?). Most people, the ones who liked drama more than anything else, were certain there was some deep meaning behind those style changes.

"You'll be the one to blame"

"Me?? What does it have to do with me?"

"Cause it's always some girl's fault"

You rolled your eyes, making him giggle.

"As if"

"We could turn the whole situation at our advantage and make it fun"

"What do you mean? You're scaring me, Mount"

“Well, we could pretend you’re my girlfriend and you’re the one girl to blame”

You served him a kind of puzzled look, not seeing the whole point of the thing.

“And so? What’s the sense of it all?”

 “Just to give them something to talk about, you know the transfer window is here and I’ve had enough of random people assuming things about myself and my future as a player so we’ll give them a distraction”

"I'm not sure I want to be their distraction…"

After a one of a kind, rather weird courting you gave in and accepted to be his fake girlfriend: behind the cameras and the paps' flashes you kept on behaving normally, as if nothing happened, as if you were still a couple of good friends and nothing more.

One of the reasons why you didn't want this thing to happen was because you knew, like it or not, something deep down your soul would have changed the way you perceived him and, consequently, the trajectory of your friendship. You always had a soft spot for him, not only because he was one your best friends but because something stronger was burning inside of you.

When his best mates would nudge him to tell him someone was watching or it was time for him to start his little act of the boyfriend in love your heart started racing: the way he would move closer to sneak his arm around your waist and graze the pad of his thumb against your hip bone, matched with the tender touch of his lips lingering against your jaw made you feel kind of dizzy. What if you were falling in love with one of your closest friends, for real, not just to play some senseless game?

"We would really make a cute couple" He whispered in your ear, giggling.

You giggled back, annoyed by how this thing was a bit too funny to him. 

"We should break up at some point, you know that?"

"Who said that?" He kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear, causing goosebumps all over your arms.

"God Mase, I hate you sometimes" 

The smirk on your face as he was holding you tight to him made you a very bad liar, there’s no other place you would have rather be in.

Those days were soon turning into a slow agony: Mason would swim close to you and give you underwater hugs, napping with you on the same bed, placing his hands on your hips in the club at night so your bodies would sway together to the rhythm of the loud music. You were doing all the things a couple would do but you weren’t a couple.

This dynamic cooled down when it was time for him to get back in business as things at Cobham weren’t going particularly well but you were sure he’d have sorted it out as he was Chelsea through and through. But you were wrong.

He avoided talking about what direction his football career would have taken even with you, who used to be the one he would tell everything, even the smallest things.

When the day prior to his official announcement he sat on your bed in your London house to tell you he accepted the bid Manchester United made for him so he would have moved up north rather soon you felt as if the whole world was falling upon your shoulders and Mason was your whole world.

"Wh - what? You're not a Chelsea player anymore?"

The sadness filling his eyes was heartbreaking to say the least, he was gutted to leave his heart's club, most of all because he was kind obliged to do so if he wanted to go on playing, which was the thing that mattered the most to him.

Mason nodded as his chocolate pupils followed your body falling to the ground, on your knees.

"Hey, are you -" He asked, getting up in a rush to take you.

"Don't touch me"

He gave you a puzzled look and you soon provided him with an explanation. 

"You knew it, you knew you'd have left Chelsea and London from the beginning. That's why you dyed your hair this awful blonde that makes you look like a fuckboy. I hate you. You just used me for fun and you knew it from the beginning!" You cried out, trying to fight back the tears.

“You agreed when I told you about the fake relationship”

“Yes but you did it only because you already knew you would have left Chelsea and you used me as a shield against the fucking press!”

“I - didn’t know anything about United, we were in talks but it wasn’t official at all!”

“Fuck off Mason” You muttered, lowering your eyes as if you were looking for something on the carpet your tired body was abandoned on. Mason didn’t dare to look at you either, keeping his gaze down too.

"I dyed my hair simply because I liked it, because I had a shitty season felt the need to change something…I like you too"

"You what?" Your eyes now had to stop looking for something that didn’t exist on the floor and start to look at the handsome boy before you who just happened to say something quite powerful.

"Y/N I wanted to have some fun, yes, but I also liked you for quite a while and I didn't know how to tell you not to ruin our friendship." He kept on explaining with the softest voice.

“Oh so you now think you can get away with it by saying some sweet words??” Yes, those sweet words surely had an effect on you and denying it was the biggest lie ever.

“Come to Manchester with me”

That invite left you in a shocked state as it was the last thing you were expecting: why should he ask you to follow him away from London? You were good friends but that’s not the kind of question usually asked to someone who’s only a friend.

“Did you hear what I said?? I don’t even know if I want to be your friend anymore. You just used me and now you’re asking me to leave my city, my everyday life to follow you?”

“Yes, because I love you”

The three words. Mason just said those three words to you. 

“You’ve always been there for me when I needed it, you always keep up with my shit, including faking a love relationship, but now I feel like I’m ready to have a real one. I wanna get home from training and see you there, dozing off on the sofa and kiss your forehead or taking you out to dinner at some fancy place”

Mason was there, looking as the most fragile creature you’ve ever seen, opening his heart to you with no fear, he was being the Mason you fell in love with, little by little, over the years.

Warm tears, joyful ones this time, started rolling down your cheeks as you threw your arms around his neck, causing him to fall flat on the mattress.

“I hate you, blondie”

“You love this blondie, you’re such a bad liar” You got lost in each other’s eyes that were shining with a different light, a warmer one.

“This could be the moment where I confess I’ve always been secretly in love with you but I won’t” You whispered shyly, making him smile.

He smirked and caressed your lower back in a circular motion.

“You hid it quite well actually” You both giggled before he pressed his lips against yours in a real kiss, one of those sloppy but heartfelt kisses that took you to another dimension, a dreamy and ideal one.

The moment you were living was just too intense to think about anything else and soon you found yourself straddling him, not even realising the speed at which your clothes fell on the floor, too busy making love to him for the first time.

That bed felt like the best place on earth, the one where all your dreams and hopes became true, the one where you were safe from every danger the outside world might be holding against you.

“This is not just a summer thing, right?”

“This will be a thing for many summers to come”

Mase’s arms were now your home, the shelter you would have run to in case of extreme glee or of unbearable pain, it was the place to be.

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[dwonfilm]

Come hell or high water. | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Looming over the Winchesters and [Y/N] is the war between heaven and hell. Dean will ultimately be faced with a choice he’d never be able to make. What will happen?

This will be a multi-part story, not necessarily set in a specific season but around 4-5 (verging on 6 now) would be the best fit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of alcoholism, violence, sadness.

Mentions: Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Bobby Singer, Crowley, other made-up characters to further the plot.

Here’s Part IV if you haven’t read.

Flashbacks are in bold.

Part V:

It had been about a year since Lucifer had ruined Dean’s life. At least.. he thought it was a year. Honestly? He’d given up trying to keep track of time after a month. Frankly if Sam wasn’t keeping the tally on where or when or how.. Dean had no clue. Well.. that wasn’t the entire truth. There was one thing that he could keep track of and that was the alcohol cabinet. It ran out far more often over the course of the last year than it ever had. Sam tried, several times in fact, to get his brother to sober up. Every couple months like clockwork the younger Winchester would try to pick up more pieces of his older brother’s life. Today had just so happened to coincide with that schedule. Sam sighed, walking into the dank motel room that the brothers had been sharing for a few days. They’d been in Phoenix for a couple of days and once this case had come up, Sam knew it was gonna be hard. [Y/N] was from Arizona and having to face this state without her would be hard for them, of course more so for Dean. “Did you bring more whiskey?” Dean’s words were slurring together slightly, but it wasn’t anything that Sam wasn’t used to—there was hardly a day that went by where his older brother wasn’t drinking himself to the point of blacking out.

“Dean, you can’t help me hunt this thing if you’re shitfaced.” Sam again sighed, because as much as he meant that, he knew better than to come back without the booze. He’d tried that a couple of times during the first few months of her absence. Once in New Orleans and the other in Houston. Both times had resulted in fists being thrown. Louisiana was the time where the punch connected, Dean nailing his baby brother square in the jaw—apologizing for it immediately after. Texas had him shoving Sam into the wall and holding him there before breaking down into a fit of tears. “Mhm, yeah, the hell I can’t.” Again Dean’s words slurred into one another and he pulled his hand over his face. “Sammy.. I can’t. I can’t be here knowing that she isn’t with us.. I can’t be here knowing that and be sober. I promise you I’ll lay off on it next case.. please. I can’t do it here.” Dean sighed, his voice raspy and raw with emotion. It was the most sober sentence that he’d uttered in a long time. Sam moved across the room to the bed that was his brother’s for the time being and sat on the edge. Next to it on the nightstand was an empty bottle of Jack Daniels. “Dean I know this is hard but..” he paused, not wanting to push his brother but this isn’t healthy and at this rate he was killing his liver and quick. “..this isn’t what [Y/N] would want for you, man. She-“ Dean’s gaze shot upward and the bloodshot nature of his eyes was made clear.

“Don’t. Don’t use her for your own personal gain here.” Again his words sloshed together and Sam just looked at him. “My personal gain? Dean the only thing I’m trying to gain here is my brother not killing himself by drowning in alcohol. She wouldn’t want you killing yourself and making yourself more vulnerable to the shit we hunt day in and day out. I know she was your girlfriend, I know she was the love of your life but she was like my sister and I loved her too.” For so long Sam had buried his own grief, his own guilt for letting [Y/N] make that call and letting her leave, his sadness about not only losing someone he cared deeply for but living every single day to watch his brother killing himself slowly. “I promised her I’d take care of you, Dean.” Sam’s voice was just barely above a whisper. He’d expected his older brother to yell, to shove him off of the bed where they sat, to have yet another heated argument with Dean. What Sam wasn’t expecting however was the deep sigh and the shakiness of his brother’s voice when he did speak. “I know.. I’m sorry Sammy.” Dean’s voice was small, it was clear that they both had used the little bit of silence to begin crying. Another silence washed over the two brothers and it stayed like that for a number of minutes.

“I’m worried about you, Dean. I don’t say these things to make you feel shitty man, I just know she wouldn’t want this for you and I don’t want it either. Cas is working a lead that may be able to help us with getting her back, but right now we need to help these families. I’ve been going over some of these details in my head and I think it might be a witch.” Sam explained, but this only had Dean’s irritation return. “Great. We just had to come to Arizona and it just had to be a witch. Someone up there’s got a real sick sense of humor!” He shouted, looking up knowing that if the angels were still tuned in, they’d have heard him. Sam couldn’t help but sigh softly, it really seemed like the world was stacking the deck. However that was nothing new. “It’s late man, try to get some sleep. I’m gonna look some more and see if there’s something I missed—hell maybe I’m wrong.” It wasn’t likely that he was and both of them knew that. “Yeah, alright.” Sam stood up from the bed and moved over to the little table in the corner of the room. Dean reached into his bag, grabbing the same flannel he’d taken everywhere else. When it started to lose the smell of her, he’d spray it with her perfume. He’d just done so last week, so the smell was strong. Laying it between his arms he would slowly sink down to a laying position. Resting his head on part of the fabric and letting the exhaustion and drunkenness take him to sleep.

It was summer, they’d had a surprisingly quiet week. Sam was at Stanford and so the only person that Dean had except for his dad was [Y/N]. They were laid on Baby’s hood, the night slowly enveloping the daytime sky. It was a good week too, they hadn’t really fought much. Right now they’re just enjoying each other’s company and gazing up at the stars. “I think it’s so funny, we’re so small physically in the world and yet we alter it for the better almost every single day.” [Y/N] spoke softly, her [Y/E/C] eyes fixated upon the sunset overhead. Dean turned on his side to face her with a smirk upon his features. “Sweetheart we both know there’s nothing ‘little’ about me.” Dean replied, winking quickly at her. He was met with a smack to the shoulder while she chuckled softly. “Not what I meant, idiot.” She replied, turning her head to face him. Dean’s expression feigned hurt but he was smiling through the mock ‘offence’. His green eyes flicked upward for a moment to watch the sky darken. “I know, sometimes it feels like we should be welcomed into these towns with a party.” He spoke, sighing softly. “You mean like a hero’s welcome?” [Y/N] asked. Dean simply nodded. “I mean.. we probably should. If even half of the world knew what was really out there.. this entire planet would freak. People like us have been.. we’ve had our whole lives taken from us in a sense and yet we just.. keep going.” Now Dean turned his attention back to [Y/N]. “You mean to tell me you’d wanna be normal?” He asked, quirking his brow. She sighed before looking back up to the sky. “I don’t know.. I was never given the chance to know what normal looked like—this is all I’ve ever known.”

Things got quiet for a little while but Dean’s eyes kept finding their way over to [Y/N]. “If you have a question, you can just ask.” She spoke softly, not moving her gaze from the stars that were now making their appearance in the sky. He never knew how she did that—just knew what he was thinking in a way that wasn’t invasive or supernatural. She just.. knew him. “Did you.. did you think about hanging it up before you met me? After.. your dad?” Dean’s tone was soft, he didn’t bring up [Y/N]’s father much because it was obviously a sensitive subject. She released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and slowly looked over to meet his gaze. “Did the thought cross my mind? Sure. I was younger, you know probably could’ve scammed my way into some college.” She sighed. “I also was distraught and sad and not thinking with much clarity. By the time you and your dad showed up, I was already convincing myself to look for work. Maybe fate brought you to me.” [Y/N] smiled as she reached over towards Dean, her hand gently cupping his face. She knew he was in his head too much, probably trying to blame himself for keeping her from a ‘normal’ life. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

Dean had woken up as her lips touched his, that was a memory that he’d forgotten he had. Sighing, he squeezed his eyes closed to get rid of the tears he knew had built up quickly. Rolling over he looked at the clock. 7:45AM. Turning around he saw that at some point Sam had gone to bed. There was no way he was going back to sleep now nor did he want to, so he opted to take a shower. There was the beginnings of a headache coming on, because for the first time in.. god knows how long he’d actually taken a break in drinking alcohol. Time had gotten away from him until he heard knocking on the bathroom door. “Hey man, leave some hot water for me.” Sam spoke before walking back to the table to get back to work. After a couple minutes Dean emerged from the bathroom and took a glance at the clock. 8:45AM. He turned towards his younger brother to see him eating, a breakfast burrito on the opposite side of the table for him. “Thanks.” He spoke up before sitting in the other chair and unwrapping the food. “No problem.” He responded before taking a bite of his own food, immediately after leaning closer to his screen. “So, unfortunately, I was right. This is definitely a witch.” Sam said, using his touchpad to scroll further down on whatever he was reading. Dean groaned before taking his first bite of the burrito. While he ate, Sam went over the details of the case and where they’d have to go in order to get more answers.

They’d found the witch, who was killing people for their hearts—collecting them to use in some kind of dark spell to grant her and her coven immortality and power. Sam and Dean had located her home after noticing a pattern with where the bodies had been found by police. This house had a storm cellar and it was likely that she was taking her victims down there to extract their hearts. Despite keeping quiet, somehow the witch had been alerted to their presence. “Sam and Dean Winchester. I should’ve known you’d be on my trail.” She spoke, turning away from the woman who she’d kidnapped. “Yeah well, if you know who we are you should know this little killing spree you’re on is finished.” Dean spoke, his gun aimed at the witch. Sam had his gun aimed too and the witch turned fully to face the brothers. “Is that so?” She asked, an eery smile upon her lips. “We can spare the song and dance cause no one’s interested.” Dean spoke up again. It was clear that his nerves were at the end of their rope. Sam didn’t necessarily disagree with his brother but the tension was getting worse. “I mean, we could.. but then I couldn’t mention the fact that I have very powerful friends.” She continued. “Why would we care who your friends are?” Sam asked, confused that this was the plan to try and get them to spare her life. “I have a spell for immortality and power growth, doesn’t that make you think about what other powerful spells my coven possesses? Ones that could maybe, free trapped people?” She continued and suddenly it clicked in Sam’s brain. “Don’t.” He warned the witch.

Dean quirked a brow but didn’t turn or move, keeping his eyes and his aim on the witch. “What? You don’t want to help your brother?” She asked, the younger Winchester getting increasingly irritated. “What are you talking about?” Dean asked, which caused Sam to groan. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid. “People talk, people whisper. I’ve heard all sorts of things about you two—two who used to be three.” Dean’s stomach twisted in knots. It was clear what she’d been hinting at now and it left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. Sam’s protective instincts took over and he pushed his way in front of his brother. “That’s enough.” Sam warned, his nerves being pushed. However this witch knew that she was in a matter of living or dying and wasn’t going to give up so easy. “What? Hey, if you want to leave her suffer in the pits of hell.. that’s cold but I support it.” Dean winced at this statement. He spent so many nights restless, wondering what kinds of torture Lucifer was making [Y/N] endure—knowing full well that he loved the emotional side of things almost as much as the physical. “I said that’s enough.” Sam repeated, knowing that despite his older brother having a hatred for witches, he’d very likely do anything to free [Y/N]. “You think I’m just trying to keep myself alive, but like I said I know lots of powerful witches. There’s a spell out there that can help. You just have to come back with me. I help you, you help me. We’ll get [Y/N] and—“ Suddenly the witch dropped to the ground, dead. Sam had heard enough and once her name was spoken it was the final straw. Dean moved to free the girl who had almost been another victim, getting her out of there.

Six months later.

Fort Wayne, Indiana—the boys had just finished a hunt. Vamps nest was completely wiped out. After cleaning up, Sam basically forced Dean to go to the local bar. Not because he wanted anything from his brother but he knew that today marked a year and a half since [Y/N] was forced to go to hell alongside Lucifer. Staying in the motel room would only mean that Dean would get too in his head. Sam was hoping that the music and the pool alongside a bit of alcohol would be enough to keep his mind at bay, at least for a little while. Dean sat in a booth sipping his beer while Sam had gone for refills. There was a blonde who’d been eyeing Dean every so often, clearly interested in something. Seeing that he was alone she figured it was the best time to approach him. Confidently she walked over to the table, swaying her hips just a bit with each step. Once she reached the booth she paused, seeing if Dean would react in any way to her presence. About a minute went by and he hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even turned his head to look in her direction. She cleared her throat which broke Dean from his daze. “Can I help you?” He asked flatly, looking up at the woman for a brief few seconds before gazing forward again. “I was just wondering if I could join you, you seem lonely over here.” She tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ear. “I’ll pass.” He stated plainly, hoping that Sam would be back any moment. It was clear her confidence took a blow but she was trying to remain determined. “C’mon.. I’ll get you a refill. What would it hurt to get to know one another?” She continued and it looked like Dean was about to snap but Sam finally approached the booth. “My brother said no, so, go back to whatever you were doing.”

Scoffing the blonde turned on her heel and walked back to her table and friends. Sam slid the fresh beer over towards his brother and sighed before sitting down. “Sorry, I never thought about that.” He spoke up, lifting the glass bottle to his lips. “About what?” Dean asked, but then he clued in. “It’s fine. I never thought about the possibility either. Usually..” Now it was the older brother’s turn to sigh. Usually [Y/N] would either scare the girls off altogether, making it obvious she and Dean were an item or she’d tell them off directly—hell she’d even fist fought a couple. Sam felt bad and in this moment was questioning whether dragging Dean out was doing more harm than good. He watched as the eldest of the two took a swig of the beer he’d been handed. Time ticked, a few minutes of silence between the brothers where the noises of the bar took hold. Suddenly Sam’s phone rang, so he flipped it open to answer the call. “Hey Bobby, what’s up?” He spoke, Dean’s mind having him only paying half attention. It had been several minutes since his brother spoke and that finally had Dean’s full attention. “What is it?” He asked, the expression on his younger brother’s face unreadable. “Yeah that was Dean, he’s with me.” Sam replied, to Bobby, with Dean leaning forward to attempt to hear whatever the conversation was about but he the table stopped him from getting too close. “Sam.” Dean said sternly, trying to get the information. He held up one finger to try and get his brother to wait. “Yeah, alright. We’ll be on our way. Bye.” Sam closed his phone and looked at his brother but the expression was still blank.

“Sam what’s going on?” Dean’s tone laced with worry, confusion and a couple other emotions. “We need to go to Bobby’s—now.” He replied before standing up and beginning to walk towards the door. Blinking a bit, the older of the two was still in a sort of a daze. “Dean! Come on!” Sam called out, which had his brother sliding out the booth and quickly catching up to his younger brother. They walked to the impala and Sam got in the driver’s side, leaving Dean to get into the passenger seat. Flicking his wrist now, Baby’s engine purred to life and the younger Winchester pulled out of the parking space and onto the road. First they had to stop at the motel to grab their stuff and check out. Sam took the duty of loading up their things while he gave Dean the key to return to the office. He’d ran the key back and thanked them for the room before returning to Sam who was just closing the trunk. “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” Dean asked, resting his forearms on Baby’s roof. Sam was double checking that he had everything before closing the door to the room. “Sam!” He exclaimed, causing the taller of them to turn towards his brother. “What Dean?!” His mind had been racing ever since he hung up from the call with Bobby. “Are you gonna clue me in? Why do we need to rush to Bobby’s?” Sam knew his brother was right to ask, it wasn’t like him to keep things from his older brother but it wasn’t his call—he also wasn’t sure on things. Hell Bobby wasn’t sure either. “I.. I’m not sure if it’s something and Bobby asked me to just get there, with you, as fast as we can.” He explained, fidgeting with the keys to the impala in his hand.

Dean was confused, searching his younger brother’s eyes for any kind of hint as to what was so important. He wanted to argue, wanted to push for more information but at the end of the day he trusted Bobby. “Okay.” He said, pulling on the handle and getting into the passenger seat. “Okay.” Sam mirrored, slipping into the drivers side yet again and backing out from the motel and taking off down the road. Sioux Falls was their destination and if they could make it without any stops that would be best. Dean’s mind was racing—it could be so many different things. They had so much going on that it was hard to pinpoint what issue Bobby had cracked or what he was getting close to cracking. Man their lives were a mess, a chaotic and insane mess that most humans would never be able to grasp. Sam had a firm grip on the wheel as he drove, which he’d been doing most of the time over the last year and a half. Often times Dean had too much whiskey in his system and honestly, his older brother wasn’t putting up much of a fight about it. When it came time to drive to a different state, Dean was close to the point of blacking out anyway. Most drives during this time was Sam being alone with his thoughts while Dean passed out and slept. Slept until a nightmare woke him up, or sometimes worse, a dream that felt so real that Dean forgot [Y/N] was gone. Those hit him the hardest, the realization that she was in hell along with the sobriety like an 18 wheeler running him down. Nightmares were a toss up. It was either stress and trauma from his own time in hell or it was imagining what kind of suffering that [Y/N] was being forced to endure. Sam wished he could do more, but all he could do was offer moral support and watch.

It was almost two days later by the time that Sam and Dean were pulling into Bobby’s yard. Neither of the brothers could pinpoint where it came from, or when, but their anxiety was piqued. Neither of them really knew what they were walking into but both of them basically sprinted up the steps and knocked once before walking into the house. “Hello boys.” Sam and Dean both wide eyed when they saw Crowley sitting in the living room. “W-what are you doing here?” Sam asked, Dean wasting no time and drawing his gun. “Where’s Bobby?” Dean demanded, but his question was answered immediately after when the older man walked in with a couple of books. “Dammit, boy. Put that thing away.” Bobby spoke to Dean, which had a look of confusion cross the eldest Winchester’s face. “What?” He asked, looking at Singer. “Put the goddamn gun away if you wanna get down to it. We don’t got much time.” Bobby replied, flipping through the pages of one of the books he’d brought in. “What does Crowley have to do with things?” Sam asked, to which the King of Hell laughed. His gaze shifting between both of the brothers before speaking. “Well I’m here to help you lot bust [Y/N] out of Hell.”

Author’s note: Hi! Sorry if the chapters are getting shorter, I can’t tell, but I feel like the story is still being told sufficiently. I still haven’t decided how many parts this will be but I know for the most part where I’m taking it but just wanted to add that in—I feel like the first couple chapters were longer. I guess the lengths just vary with what I’m trying to convey. Hope you guys enjoy! 😊

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[givemeonereason]

Rose-Colored Boy

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Rating: Rain-soaked Cotton Candy

Plot: Your sunshine husband always finds the bright side in everything.

A/n: This one took me a while. I had other pieces I needed to get out. I also got Covid and topped that with my birthday and the holidays. Though it was nice to take a small break. I'm glad this was the first piece in the new year.

The one thing that is so infectious about Kyojuro Rengoku is his overly loud countenance. And unshakable will, but he means well. I love this about him. The happiness he sees in every moment is absolutely admirable. It’s probably why he’s a fan favorite.

This was inspired by my own experiences with being a natural pessimist. I’ve been burned by the flames too often to know better than to expect good outcomes. Honestly, sometimes I wish the only flames come from the hashira himself.

*BONUS* I was listening to this while I wrote. It really helped me move along with this.

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You looked up at the gathering dark clouds above your head and sigh. “Of course, it would rain. We’re only halfway there.” You huffed, looking down at the best kimono you own. “This is going to be ruined.”

Your husband raised his head towards the sky, smiled and laughed cheerfully. “Thank the gods for this rain. We really need it if our garden is going to thrive this season.”

You look over at him, your eyes relaxing when you see his cheeks puffed in his smile.

You couldn’t be angry with his enthusiasm. He was right. The area was suffering from a terrible drought. Many locals have had to go without because of it. Only the support of the nearby town was able to keep people from starving to death. A blessing, for which everyone was grateful.

But you, aren’t so grateful. You tend to complain about the garden at your estate. It’s so much work to keep up with, even when the servants help.

Only Kyojuro Rengoku would think about this now, his precious sweet potatoes. They make him so happy though. And you love that about him.

Umai!

You laugh to yourself at the thought of him shouting during every snack and meal. It’s the one word, the one sound, that will never get old. You can practically hear it even when he’s away on missions and even if you’re lucky in your sweetest dreams.

“Rain is good and all, but why does it have to rain today of all days. We hardly get to go into town together. I was hoping that tonight would be special.”

He took your hand in his, twining his fingers with yours. “Every day and every night with you is so special.”

You were blushing. “Kyo…”

“What’s the matter, my flame?”

You gripped his hand tighter. “I just love you is all.”

Kyojuro pushed his chest out with pride. His cheeks red with happiness. “And I love you, my dear!"

You pulled yourself close to him, holding onto his strong arm. “You’re always so optimistic. I hate that, but I could never hate you.”

He turned and kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arm around you just as you felt a raindrop hit your cheek. You contorted your face into a pout, which made Kyojuro laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You pouted even more shoving your face into his chest. You felt his chest rumble as he laughed even harder.

The rain fell upon you both as you continued up the path. His hashira's cape draped over your head, not much protection as the wet seeped through the fabric.

When you stepped through the threshold of the town’s inn, you were drenched. Your hair was falling out of the carefully placed pins. The stain of your blush smeared down your cheek. The hem of your kimono sullied with mud. The ick of the elements enveloping you. You felt absolutely foul.

Kyojuro pushed his dripping bangs out of his face. He smiled brightly toward the matron of the inn. He bowed deeply. “Pardon us, madam, would we be able to impose upon you to stay for the night? My wife will not be able to make it back to our home with the weather conditions at present.”

“Yes, I have a room you may stay in.”

"Thank you so much." He bowed deeply once more. His hand on the small of your back leads you forward.

You noticed that the inn lady was very soft-spoken, even when she told you both not to worry about the trailing mud on the hardwood in the hallway.

This bothered Kyojuro nonetheless and he scooped you up into his arms so that the hem of your kimono wouldn’t drag anymore. Only wet footprint left from his socks marked the floor when you made it to the designated room.

“The bath is at the end of the hall. Please feel free to use it. I will bring robes for you to change into.” She bowed and continued down the hall.

“Ughh, this night is just terrible, isn’t it? I can’t wait to get into the bath. I feel so gross!”

“Then let me take you to the bath, my fire.” Kyojuro picked you up into his arms again, carrying you down towards the bath. He kissed you gently, looking down into your eyes. “Even if you were covered head to toe in mud you would still be beautiful.”

“Ewww! That’s so gross!” You pushed him lightly and he chuckled.

“While you’re in here I’m going to help clean the mess we made in the hallway.” He was already unbuttoning his jacket at the wrists and pushing the sleeve up his forearms. “I better get to work.” He flashed you a smile before walking down towards the entryway.

Kyojuro Rengoku, a light in a dark space.

When you peeled away your clothing you got into the bath and sunk down to cover as much of yourself as you could.

You have been looking forward to this day for weeks. When Kyo said he had a hashira meeting, it just made sense that you would go into town and make the most of it. When he's called to those meetings you never know what is going to happen, is it good or bad? Is it going to be a new mission, or intel on a upper-rank demon? You never know. So you try and make the best of your time with Kyojuro when you can.

But the way the day took a turn for the worse this time.

You can hear him talking to the inn lady from outside the door. He's so cheerful, so full of life. How on earth with such polar dispositions did you land him? It wasn't even arranged. Was he swayed by your beauty, sure, but that can't be the only reason why he chose to pursue you right?

You felt refreshed after soaking in the warm bath water. So you dressed and made your way back down the hall towards your room. The floors had a subtle sheen to them. Most likely due to Kyojuro’s heavy-handed cleaning. You laughed to yourself. You imagined the mad dash he made down the hall with his rear proudly up in the air as he wiped the floor clean in a steady line, a big smile on his face. You knew he would do anything to help others. The values his mother instilled in such earnestness.

Kyojuro Rengoku’s heart and soul exists in only pure kindness and altruism.

The guestroom had a table set in the middle. The amber light of the overhead lamp buzzed down onto tatami-lined floors. Kyo's dark brown uniform coming into view. "There is my beautiful wife." His smile spread widely across his face. His hands grasped onto either sided of your shoulders, a kiss placed upon your forehead. "Do you finally feel refreshed?"

You reached up and held onto one of his forearms. Your eyes closed when he pressed his lips to your cheek then. You smiled, feeling his honeyed-toned voice seeping deep into the rose of your cheeks. "Yes, I do feel refreshed now. You are welcome to the bath if you'd like."

"Yes!" He boomed in his usual volume. You laughed at the shift. The voice he used for only you is soft and sweet, but his normal countenance is explosive. The polarized juxtaposition of personality, yet in such perfect harmony.

You look towards the sliding guestroom door. "I saw that the hallway looked very clean on my way back here."

With his hands on his waist and chest puffed outward he shouted another, "YES!"

You reached for the buttons of his brown jacket and unfastened the top three easily. "You always liked cleaning the floors at home. No wonder you so generously volunteered to clean them here."

He worked the buckle of his belt and pulled the white leather through the hoops of his slacks. "It's the least I could do after we unintentionally brought all that wet in with us."

You closed your eyes, but the pressure from their roll still tensed behind your eyelids. "Yes, how could I forget." You looked towards the window, the rain still spilling down from the dark clouds above. "And to think, we could have been stooling the market street at this very moment." You sighed, your hand grasping the soft fabric your robe that was nearest your collarbone.

Kyo's voice came in again, soft, honey, sweet. "I promise that when I get back we will make the trip once more." He came up behind you, gently kissing the delicate skin behind your ear. A shiver scaling down your entire body. "Weather permitting of course."

He would do that for you. And you knew that he would make the trip even more special in some form. Knowing him all too well, he will probably present you with a brand new kimono for the occasion, possibly a new hair accessory, shower you with fresh flowers or sweets. Or if you're especially lucky, you might even go to town by carriage. It could be any, or even all of those things. Though, the only thing you've ever needed is him. Just Kyojuro, home and safe with you. The trips to town or even longer excursions don't matter if you don't have the one person who you've spent so many years with.

When he leaves for missions, you wait for him. Wait to hear the sound of his sandals on the gravel. The sound of his humming near the garden before he walks through the door. The verve of his laughter when you throw yourself into his arms. His calm breath in your ear.

He's home.

He's safe.

He's alive.

Kyojuro turned quick and made his way out of the room towards the bathroom. You sat down at the small square table and took the cup filled with tea to your lips. The warm liquid racing down your throat now warming your insides.

A young woman appeared at the door with the meal service. She placed the dishes carefully down on the table. It looked delicious and even more so smelled delicious. You poured another cup of tea and placed it on the opposite side of the table for where Kyo would sit with you.

You sat quietly and listened to the rain. The pattering of the raindrops hitting the roof would put you to sleep had the food in front of you kept you from lulling. Yet, your eyes were closed nonetheless enjoying the quiet—

The door opened with a flash. Your husband, robe-clad charged into the room towards the table. “It smells so good in here. And look!” He marveled at each plate in front of him when he sat. “These dishes look amazing!” He served you some of the stewed beef before eagerly taking some for himself.

itadakimasu--Umai!

You savored the rich taste of the sauce as it meshed so well with the vegetables.

Umai!

"Indeed this food is very good. However, I don't think it's as good as Rika's cooking." Your housekeeper is very skilled in the kitchen, which, unfortunately, has always been your weak spot in your marital life. Even if you did cook, Kyojuro always made you feel as if it were a wonderful meal.

Umai!

"Kyo, please be careful my darling. I don't want you to choke." You reached out for his hand that firmly grasped a large piece of beef between two chopsticks. But he shoved the meat into his mouth anyway.

Ummmahhh.

He could barely speak with such a large mouthful.

You sighed and shook your head. You laughed when you saw how wide his smile was, his cheeks puffed with food on each side. He could pass as a woodland creature.

You took another bite of your food. The difference is you chewed your food and swallowed before you let out a softer, but pronounced "umai!" It had similar energy to Kyojuro's, but the volume would never match.

Now that he swallowed the hunk of meat in his mouth, he laughed heartily at you. One hand on his belly and the other at the crown of his head, which he had thrown back in his laughter. His flame-tipped hair flattened from washing, now curling up at the edges near his eyebrows and chin.

He looked at you bright-eyed. "You know, you're very beautiful when you smile. It's one thing about you that I never tire of."

You blushed deeply, dipping your chin down towards your chest. "I'm sure you are the only one who thinks that my love."

His fist hits the table making the plates tremble. Though he's not angry in the slightest, his Kyojuroisms intensify even the most subtlest of actions.

"Everyone knows you're the most beautiful!" He got up from where he sat cross-legged and walked to the window, looking down at the rain-sullen garden below.

You're not sure if he's practicing for the stage. Shakespeare? Kabuki? Such drama, so Rengoku.

"Men are envious that I have such a beautiful and extraordinary wife." He looked back towards you. His eyes were soft again. "No other woman in all of Japan-- in all of the world could compare."

You put your bowl of rice down on the table and joined him at the window, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out farther towards the empty street, lanterns rocking to and fro in the wind. "I am the luckiest woman in all the world."

"I am the luckiest man. I thank the gods every day for meeting you. And when I'm away, all I can think about is coming home to you."

You wrapped your arms around him. "How are you like this all the time? Isn't it exhausting?"

He held onto you tighter. "How so?"

"Aren't you tired of always being happy, always seeing the bright side, putting people before yourself? You're so joyful." You looked up into his amber-red eyes. "I love that about you, but you don't have to try so hard with me. You don't have Kyojuro Rengoku all the time."

He laughed. "But I am Kyojuro Rengoku."

You laughed as well, pressing your face into the shoulder and taking a breath. "I know, but what I'm saying is, if you keep burning so unwaveringly, all that will remain of you is ashes." You gently pulled his face down towards you and kissed his lips. "What good are ashes? I could use them in the garden, but who would I harvest sweet potatoes for? I want you and only you, no other variation."

Kyo kissed your lips, lingering there before looking into your eyes. "I will always be with you flame, fire, and ashes, in here." He pointed to your heart and gently placed his palm against the soft fabric of your robe. "I will never leave you, even in death."

He held onto you tightly when he mentioned death. He could die at any moment. His occupation continuously puts him at death's door. He is one of the best swordsmen, but death will come for all eventually.

You constantly think about the possibility of him dying. He could be outmatched. The thought strickens you.

Flame, fire, ashes, death, fire, death, umai, umai, umai, flame, fire, ashes, death. Death.

You rubbed your eyes against his robe, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Please don't go. Kyo, please...Come home with me. We can figure out something new. We will take Senjuro and Shinjuro with us."

You knew this pleading wouldn’t go far. It’s been a Rengoku legacy for generations to become the flame hashira. And all he wants to do is help people. To protect them. To protect you.

He got you down to rest on the futon. “Kyo…” You could barely talk. Your face buried into his chest. A blanket covering you both on the futon you were now sharing. You didn’t stop shivering until you honed in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

The table and plates had been cleared away an hour ago. And you were embarrassed when a young girl came in to take food and table away, your eyes blotchy and red, tears streaming down your face. So you hid behind Kyojuro. The girl profusely apologized for the interruption.

Buh-bum, buh-bum.

You focus now. Your breathing leveling out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the night.”

He brushed the hair stuck at your temples away and ran his fingers down your side. His gentle touch pulling you close to his body. A comfort that only he can bring. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He tries to whisper, but due to his premature hearing loss, what he thought was a whisper, to you was a regular indoor volume. “I am very sorry to make you worry so much over me.”

“Of course, I worry about you. You’re my— my— my world.” You hugged him tightly. “I wish I could do something to protect you. The only thing I can do is try to prevent you from leaving, but you will go anyway. I’m not strong enough to keep you here. And I don’t want to, but I don’t want to wake up one morning knowing you’ll never be here beside me.”

He remained quiet, rubbing you back in languid strokes. This is a conversation that you frequently have. The end conversation. Always at your behest. The song and dance remain the same. Kyojuro and you never move out of place. He resolves to his missions, and you dissolve to worry.

You quieted yourself, concentrating on his heart again.

Buh-bum.

The scattered pattering of the rain slows outside of the window. Sleep pulling you into its hollow embrace. “I will never leave you. I promised you.” He somehow was so soft there in your ear. The fulfilling embodiment that sent you into slumber.

You hear rustling and open your eyes. The morning light shining in your eyes. Kyojuro is aside the window adjusting his hashira's cape. Your guiding light. You lift yourself up to stretch. "Oh, good you're awake." He smiles down at you. He pulled you up into his arms. "Good morning, my flame."

You pushed your face into his broad chest. He's so warm. "Morning." His arms stretch around you. "I'll change quickly so you can get an early start." You walked towards the privacy screen and began dressing into your kimono.

Someone soft-spoken came into the room while you were dressing and brought a light breakfast for the two of you. He stood beside the table waiting for you. When you sat down opposite him, he finally sat down. The joy in his voice as he ate happily. Food really is one of the most important things to him. If you let him he'd eat all day. Though it did make sense, being a hashira requires a high level of athleticism. He needs all the energy he can get.

But the best energy he gets is the love he receives from you. If he never could eat again, he would simply exist solely on your subtle glances, the warmth of your touch, the sound of your laughter, and the sweet taste of your kisses.

Forbidden fruit within reach.

Reaching out for him at the head of the road. The grass beneath your feet. You never want to let go, and he would rather you didn't. "Kyo, please be careful."

You heard him chuckle. He's putting up a good front, always.

"You have nothing to worry about." He winked at you. His infectious smile spreads into your own cheeks.

"Kyo---"

He turned back as he began to walk away. "I'll be back in a flash." He smiled again. His blond hair swayed over his shoulder, the string tied tight around the ponytail at his crown. It was the very same string you so delicately braided for him the first night he told you he loved you. He's kept it since.

"I love you." You smiled back at him.

"Love! You!" Kyojuro shouted back as he started moving down the dirt road. He took off in a mad dash down the path and into the woods. When you lost sight of the white of his cape fluttering behind him you walked in the opposite direction towards the Rengoku estate.

The air was fresh after the rain. The grass was greener. The flowers are in bloom on the trees. The sun warming your skin. The road rises up to meet you at every step.

Even though he's gone, he's still here with you. The lasting signs of his love in your usual disposition shifting, even if only for the moment.

The world is so much better when he's in it. Everything is brighter, it's so full of life.

Our life, you thought.

Ours and only ours.

Well, sweet potatoes too, but still ours...

Come home soon, my love.

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[pughswoman]

Road Trip 🩷⭐

Florence Pugh x Reader

Warnings: literally one swear word, smut (fingering, making out, lap grinding ?)

a/n: this is my first time using tumblr (and second time writing smut in a year) to make a story so it's not going to be perfect! at this point in time requests are closed. i hope you enjoy:) (for more writing i'm scarlyyswife on wattpad, its not the best writing there though) <3

word count: 2K

As the soft and warm summer breeze travels it's way through the low-rider you and Florence sat in, both of your heads happily bob along to the sound of Taylor Swift's 'Lover' Album and you smile. The windows are down and the wind is gliding flawlessly throughout Flo's light blonde hair, to which you can't help but to stare.

Florence begins to sing beautifully to the song "Cornelia Street" and this only causes your adoring smile to expand as your honey brown eyes are imbued with intimacy and tenderness.

However, as you continue to stare Florence catches on and turns to you for a split second before turning her head back to the busy road ahead of her.

'What are you staring at, my dove?' She giggles.

'Not staring, simply admiring, darling,' You smirk as her cheeks turn pink, matching perfectly with her celery green eyes.

The car is pervaded with silence apart from Taylor playing in the background and the both of you humming comfortably to her songs.

As you drive past the flower filled hills you turn your head to Florence in excitement.

'Please, can we stop at one of these hills and have a picnic? There's a picnic blanket in the back, and we brought food,' You ask with a soft tone.

'Of course we can. Just don't get stung by a bee again,' Flo says cheekily and your jaw drops in false offence.

Florence pulls onto the gravel road causing the ride to become bumpy and you both break out into laughter due to the funny feeling.

After Florence parks, you unpack the car by taking a hold of the food and the picnic blanket.

The sun has begun to set - creating a colourful array of orange, pink, blue and purple hue representing the new season of summer - optimism, positive energy and a peaceful ambiance.

As you stroll between each long strands of grass, you finally arrive in an area where the grass is much shorter where you and Florence can set up.

You lay the checkered red, green, blue and purple blanket across the grass and Flo places the picnic basket down before situating herself and placing the food out around the picnic blanket.

She smiles mischievously up at you through her bright green eyes as she grabs one final thing from the basket, and you perk an eyebrow in curiosity.

Flo giggles as she pulls out one bottle of white wine with two wine glasses to which you gasp and widen your eyes.

'One glass won't hurt. And don't worry it's definitely only one because I'm driving for the next 3 hours,' She chuckles.

'You and your little surprises,' You say with a smile before you reach over for a small but intimate kiss - and by the end of it, you're both smiling as you rest your foreheads against one another's.

'I'm loving this moment right now, but I want food,' Flo says pulling away.

'Me too, let's dig in then, shall we?' You say.

Flo hums in response as she launches into the food set in front of her, grabbing two triangular cut pieces of tomato, cheese and lettuce sandwiches and one with just honey. You decide on two honey pieces and one tomato, cheese and lettuce sandwich.

You pour you and Flo a glass of wine each with one hand and pass her one to her as you bite into one of your sandwich's with the other.

'Cheers, my love,' You say as your glasses clink together.

As you and Florence sit in a pleasant stillness, you note the playfulness in the nature, the skies, woodland and the soil.

You sigh contently as the last glimpse of the vibrant orange sun rests on your pale face and you stuff your mouth with more food. This time, crackers, cheese and kabana. 

Your eyes roll back at the delicious combination and your body visibly relaxes. Your eyes continue to stay shut as you embrace your surroundings.

Birds begin to chirp loudly, announcing the outset of the mellow evening. The gust of cool wind that is allowing your dresses and hair to play about gleefully, touching your skin.

Flo takes notice of how grounded you become when you're in nature and she loves every second of it. The fact that you finally allow yourself to become this relaxed and vulnerable when in the nature.

'I love you. I'm so glad I get to be with you for the rest of my life,' Florence suddenly breaks the quietness and you open your eyes to look at her.

'I love you too. I can't wait to spend the rest of my years with you,' You say softly.

A slow tear makes its way down the soft skin on your face and Flo reaches her hand up to wipe it away, but keeps her hand gently grasping your cheek. Her thumb rubs soft circles to comfort you as you stare into each other's eyes.

You were perfect for each other. Her earthy green eyes carry a deep story like exploring a big green forest, meanwhile yours are a soft brown and are like the soil where she can dig and dig to discover more about you as a person.

Florence leans in for a loving kiss - which turns into a make out - that you happily reciprocate on the top of a hill with a beautiful sunset and a beautiful fiancé.

As you break apart you react like teenagers by smiling and giggling as you again rest each others foreheads against each other's.

'Shall we head off now? We have a long drive ahead of us babe,' Flo says as she holds your cheek and you hold her waist.

'Good idea, sweetheart,' After that you pack everything away as you stand admiring your surroundings once more before you turn to Florence.

'Race you to the car?' Your eyebrow lifts as you ask the question and stare her down.

'You bet,' She says matching your perked eyebrow, and before you know it you're both running at full speed as your dresses - yours long and blue cotton, Florence's long and pink - flow elegantly through the wind that has abruptly become rougher.

Just as you expected, Florence wins the race and she's cheering happily, pumping her fists in the air as high as she can.

You can't handle her cuteness and pull her in by the waist before spinning her in a circle and landing her carefully back onto the lush ground.

Her bare feet touch the soft green grass as you hold her waist and appreciate all of her features.

Flo becomes nervous under your stare and sways her head into your chest, feeling your heartbeat.

You stand still for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence.

Then you notice the sky begin to change. And notice the fact that the wind has picked up greatly.

'As much as I'm loving this cuddle, the sky has definitely differed since last looking at it and so has the strength of the wind...' You mumble, then place a quick kiss on Florence's head.

Flo raises her head at your words and as she does she catches sight of how the sky is now a dark grey and how angry storm clouds have formed, now casing the colours behind it.

'Oh, right. Well, we better get a move on. And we need to put the roof back up again,' She says, referring to the car roof currently put down.

You quickly scramble to lift the roof cover back up over the precious car, hop in to said car, and roll the windows up, Florence following suit.

Funnily enough, right as you and Florence had completed that, rain had started to trickle down from the dull sky onto the once dry car.

As Florence pulls out of the gravel carpark, the rain becomes steady and heavy rapidly, and Florence is trying not to panic about driving while its raining.

Sensing her anxiety, you suggest some music.

'How about Taylor's folklore album? That one's quite calming and is perfect for this weather,' You suggest as you clutch her left hand in yours, rubbing your thumb over her soft skin calmly.

Flo hums as she keeps her focus solely on the road and by how her body language changes when you put the music on, you can tell that it helps.

'my tears ricochet' plays lightly as the music bounces from one side of the car to the other.

'Thank you, my dove,' Flo says without taking her eyes off of the saturated and foggy road.

'Anything for you, my pretty girl,' You say chuckling.

Florence turns nervous from your words and you feel pride soar through your veins.

'Don't make me pull this car over, baby,' Florence's voice suddenly becomes deep and raspier, causing you to gulp.

'Might actually have to because of this fucking weather,' She mumbles, rolling her eyes with a pout.

'That's my girl,' You say turning to her.

Florence grips the steering wheel and turns the car to the left, pulling over very briskly and you smirk. Just what you wanted.

Before you know it, the car is in park again and she's lifting herself over the centre console and is situating herself into your lap comfortably.

'You comfortable?'

'Very,' She rasps as she passionately joins your lips together, instantly pushing her tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan pleasantly.

Florence hoists herself up as much as she can in the tight space and pulls her dress over her small body before throwing it in the back seat and connecting your lips together again, all whilst unbuttoning your dress in the progress.

As you separate for air you recommend moving to the back as it has more space.

By the time you've moved there, Florence is already desperate. And you can tell because she's pathetically grinding in your lap.

'Easy there, baby. Remember who's in charge here?' You chuckle.

Florence whimpers as she stops her grinding and instead results in digging her nails into your shoulders making you groan.

'God, baby, you're so desperate. Already?' You say holding eye contact and she continues whimpering.

'Please. I need you,' She begs.

'Need what? This?' Florence gasps as you bring your right hand from her waist to her pussy, touching one finger onto her clothed clit as you rub small tight circles with little to no pressure.

She moans silently as her jaw drops and you smirk in delight by how easy you can make her fall apart.

'If you want it, beg,' You say.

'Please, fuck me. I need you so badly, baby. Need you so bad,' Florence begs in between more whimpers.

'Do I have your full consent, darling?' You ask.

'Yes. Please just fuck me,' She says, almost on the verge of tears.

'Alright, alright, we're getting there, love,' You say as you lift Flo up and pull her underwear down.

She makes herself secure again on your lap, in between your spread legs.

Your right hand hovers before you shove your middle and ring finger into her warm and wet pussy, thrusting swiftly, hitting her g-spot each time.

Every now and then you curl your fingers and watch as Florence's face twists in satisfaction as her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth gapes open as moan after moan escapes.

She begins riding your fingers in sync as you thrust and you can't help but to smirk again.

'Jesus, honey. You're drenched. Is this all for me?' You raise an eyebrow, making eye contact.

'Y-Yes all for you,' After that sentence she moans even louder than before and her vagina clenches around your fingers desperately.

'Please, I'm so close, please don't stop,' She moans.

'I'm not stopping, my love. Cum whenever you like,' You respond.

Florence's movements come to a halt as she grips your shoulders and her body begins to shake as her orgasm washes over her, her back arching as it finishes.

You slowly remove your fingers and lick them clean as Florence watches while catching her breath.

She whimpers in response but is clearly too exhausted for more.

You rub her back softly and kiss from her neck up to her face and on every part gently as you cherish her.

'You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for me,' You finally say two minutes later.

'Thank you,' She mumbles as she nearly falls asleep against you.

'Baby I'm going to clean you up and dress you, then put you in the front passenger seat, and I'll drive while you sleep, okay?' You say.

'Mhm,' She mumbles.

Once that is completed you pull the car into drive and continue your joyful journey.

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[soobpricity]

this love - kang taehyun

letter 17 ; long live all the magic we made

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

pink rose petals fell around you, a few landing on the top of your head. small giggles erupting behind you as you turned your head only to see taehyun, spotting the culprit of the petals that landed around and even on top of you. your giddy boyfriend was smiling from ear to ear, pulling you into his grasp. the sun was setting adding an ethereal effect on taehyun, his smile shining like the sunshine that laid upon the two of you.

“tyun !!” you cheerfully greeted, feeling engulfed in his warmth and comfort. pure joy rising in your eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist and putting, you pressed a kiss onto his cheek. the two of you pulled away from each other’s hold, staring lovingly into each others eye’s intoxicating one another with love. receiving a weakness in your knees from just how much adoration taehyun was gifting you with.

“follow me !” he grabbed your hand, gently dragging you over to a nearby park bench, pink azalea flowers laying on top of the wooden table. sweet alyssum’s lingering around on top of the table. a small paper resting in the bouquet of pink azalea’s with taehyun’s handwriting spelling ‘prom ?’ you picked up the piece of paper, smile unknowingly overtaking your face. “will you ? will you do me the honor and allow me to take you to prom ?” taehyun asked, holding onto your hands, inches apart from your face, face to face. eye contact being held as you somehow grew a smile even wider than the one that was previously on your face.

“of course !! oh my gosh taehyun!” your eyes full of love and pure happiness. it was as if your eyes were truly shining, taehyun wished this moment could last forever. he wished that he could always have his hands in yours, he wanted to spend his entire life making you happy. he wanted to continue sending these secret messages through floral communication. something about the way that it would make you so excited, he wanted to always see you smile with the biggest smile that you could ever have.

“taehyun.” yeonjun called out, pulling taehyun back into reality. taehyun blinked a few times, finding himself in his bed, all cozied up with a soft pillow underneath his cheek. he quickly sat up though, not remembering ending the night this way. in fact, he had stayed up until the crack of dawn, at least that’s was the last thing he remembered. his eyes felt like they had such a heavy weight on top of them, he had just won the season and yet it didn’t feel like a moment of celebration. although he had achieved such a huge milestone, he had lost the one thing that had even allowed himself to achieve his goal. not only had you ensured his spot in the team, but you kept him going in general. he wanted to win for you ! he didn’t even care as much about winning for himself anymore, he just wanted to make you proud that he was your boyfriend. was as in past tense, taehyun still couldn’t wrap his mind around that, he didn’t want to. he didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that the two of you were no longer together, he didn’t want to even think about the shit he told you, he didn’t want to think about how you were even doing, because he was afraid that it would just break him down again. he didn’t even deserve to think about you, not after everything he told you.

“you good ?” yeonjun once again attempted to get the words out of taehyun. yeonjun’s heart ached for the boy as he saw his tears well up, he had never seen taehyun in such a state. the two of them had been the closest of friends since middle school, which was why taehyun felt particularly hurt when yeonjun was upset with him after the entire nari situation. yeonjun pulled taehyun’s fragile figure into his arms.

“i miss yn so much,” taehyun mumbled, feeling the tears slowly drip down his cheek before being absorbed into yeonjun’s shirt. “d-didn’t wanna hurt them..”

“well then, let’s fix all of this before it’s too late..” yeonjun smiled softly at taehyun, pulling him away for a second so taehyun could see the comforting grin that yeonjun put on just for him, even if it was fake, it instilled some kind of comfort into taehyun as he simply just nodded his head. two other people barged into taehyun’s room, soobin and huening kai innocently entered the room. falling witness to taehyun’s small outburst, eyes already completely puffed up.

you weren’t in a much better state either. laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, playing all different kinds of break up music as tears filled up your eyes. blurry view of the ceiling as you attempted to make out any kind of interesting thing of the flat and uninteresting ceiling. for some reason, you felt bed ridden, you felt as if your body was a heavy. you couldn’t get up from your bed no matter the amount of inspiring videos that you watched. you heard footsteps of your brother coming towards your room, immediately wiping off the tears and sitting up, grabbing your phone and pretending to be looking at something important.

however, once the door opened, it revealed sunghoon’s silhouette. he entered your room, seeing traces of ning ning’s presence before he arrived. you had spent 14 minutes alone before sunghoon’s arrival and within that time you managed to listen to all too well by taylor swift, as it brought out all the emotions you were feeling. in fact, you could just about put yourself in the song. the silly butterflies that taehyun gave you which only led you to feel such despair. you didn’t share the same exact experience as whatever taylor was going through when she was young, however, you were feeling the same range of emotions. from happiness and thinking that you were the most joyful person in the entire world to fire fueled anger and a tearful feeling. you were so sure that taehyun was going to be the person to love you the best way that you could ever imagine, but now.. well now you knew it was all just a dirty little lie, at least that’s what taehyun had told you. but why destroy you, he didn’t need to love you the way that he did, he could’ve easily just befriended you and leave. but he didn’t, he made you believe that he had passionate feelings for you even when he didn’t. was it your fault ? or was it actually just an entire lie ?

“ynie ?” sunghoon spoke, cutting the silence in half with his words. you blinked up at him sharing a tiny grin before realizing that your music was still on. ‘and you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest.’ you hadn’t realized that the song was on loop, ‘i’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here.’ and well it was too late to stop it now, because now the tears were returning, you happy facade was so easily torn apart by the idea of taehyun. not even 24 hours ago, the two of you were so happily entangled in each other’s warmth. giving each other the most loving and gentle stares ever. sunghoon sat the end of your bed, spreading out his arms, inviting you into a warm embrace, which you gladly accepted, not being able to decline the slightest bit of affection. “cmon ! let’s do something productive, how about we clean your room, how does that sound ?”

you instinctively nodded your head. wiping your tears for the nth time this morning, your snot designated towel was of no use as it was completely used up. you got up from your bed with a bit of help from sunghoon as your stubborn body was refusing to get up, however, sunghoon somehow helped you get up. between the two of you, cleaning your room was such an easy task which was ironic because you really thought that you wouldn’t be able to. however the two of you settled back into your now made bed. throwing a small christmas designed blanket on top of the two of you. turning on the tv and putting on a random disney movie. the thought of taehyun couldn’t leave your mind, nor could it leave sunghoon’s as he felt a tendency to tell you everything that taehyun told him. he truly wanted to tell you everything because he trusted taehyun’s word, he only trusted him because he knew the kind of person that heeseung was. and he just couldn’t watch you fall victim to his so hurtful and cruel actions.

“yn.” sunghoon spoke up, getting the tissue box ready in case you were going to breakdown due to his talk about taehyun..

“yeah, hoon.”

“about taehyun… i think- i think it was all heeseung. remember that night, he said it was heeseung’s doing.. and i believe him, unlike ning ning and beomgyu. i believe him because i’ve seen how heeseung is.”

you simply just blinked at the boy, not responding..

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[lucybronzey]

Could you write a Joseph one where you are part of Stranger Things cast but unlike Joseph, you are since season 2. Then, during the production of Season 4 you started dating and plays Eddie's love interest on the show, and durings the tapings of Eddie's fate you give an emotional performance that looks like it was real, Joseph needs to comforts you. But after the episode was released, you receive a lot of praises for your perfomance and during an interview with him,Maya Joe and Natalia, you reveal the behind that scene and everyone starts to realize that there is something going on between the two of you (the only people who know about you two are the ST cast), and during the red carpet you make it official that you are together and with that breaking the internet.

sorry if it got too long and kinda complex

pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader

author’s note: this is an amazing one! thank you for that! i think i changed it a bit because my dyslexia started to block my mind and sight a bit so there’s little alteration to the request, i’m really sorry about it! if you want me to change it, please let me know as soon as possible! other than that, please enjoy and feedback is always welcomed in my inbox (please do send some, i would appreciate it a lot)!

word count: 3K (!!)

warnings: strong language, mention of blood, death, toxic relationship, lowercase letters

please do not translate, copy/paste or take credit/ownership of any of my stories! if you do so, under the copyright law, i’m allowed to take you to the court and prosecute you.

your character on stranger things, victoria wheeler, lived through another season and visit to the upside down. you were excited that your character could play for the fourth season as well. you knew that the fans adored you and your role - some of them found her as a comfort character due to her characteristics and personality, and some believed that your character had a huge role to play in the upside down world.

the new season came with new air - characters, storylines, production, relationships, deaths and many other aspects. your wheeler role had been assigned with a love interest this season - eddie munson who was played by a british actor called joseph quinn. you had met joseph before already during your lamda school days and started dating literally before the production of season 4 as you both had met during the “make up” film production where you were one of the directors and both felt like you wanted to be more than friends. seeing him playing your love interest sounded very fun, interesting and totally something new to you because you had never had to kiss someone in front of the cameras, but it did not feel weird kissing your own boyfriend which you and joe thought was funny and adorable.

as time moved on, you, joseph and other stranger things cast started to roll on with the scenes where the bunch of you had to go to the upside down to burn down vecna’s body, your wheeler character had to stay with joe and gaten’s dustin and eddie roles. victoria wheeler was devoted to saving and never giving up for eddie munson. but unfortunately, the duffer brothers wanted to kill off one of the fan's favourite characters and just go with it, although they had an idea of sparing eddie’s life although the brothers thought it was just boring. when victoria had to go and save eddie from the demobats, they were already eating his pure flesh and clothes on him which made you scream even more. although the demobats were added with technology afterwards, you still had to play it out that they were actually real and eating eddie’s skin.

you “shoot” at the invisible bats to save eddie and dustin limps around with a shiv-like knife in his hand. as the demobats out of nowhere suddenly drop to the ground, you throw away your weapon and run to hold eddie’s body that had been absolutely distorted and bitten. you ripped off a piece of clothing and wrapped it around his damaged body to stop any more blood but eddie pushed your hand away.

you were absolutely devastated and crying your eyeballs out, this was real you.

“what are you doing?” you had to act out your emotional outburst.

“it’s not going to help, v-vic,” joe’s character coughed out more blood, a tear fell down on his cheek.

“please don’t do this, eddie! p-please don’t leave me,” you shouted, placing kisses on his lips and forehead which was covered in goo and blood-like liquid. dustin was still trying to tie the ripped cloth while you were begging eddie to keep holding on and looking at her.

this scene really broke you inside even though it was all fictional but you knew that every death hit you hard. your, joe and gaten’s emotional performance made the whole production team applaud but you were still kind of living through the scene as it took more time to come back down to earth. you thanked everyone while rushing back to your trailer. you wiped your tears away with a make-up remover wipe. joseph had followed you back to your trailer as well and he wrapped his hands around your shoulder to ease your sadness and wipe away the tears. you kissed his hands and placed your head on them. then joseph turned your chair with you, seeing the shattered emotion on your face, he cupped your face into the shape of his hands. he kissed you all over your face and stated:

“it’s just acting, my darling, i’m still here and you gave such a brilliant performance! there’s nothing to cry over,” joe’s soothing voice made your heightened emotions calm down and you finally were able to look at his beautiful, brown eyes. you gave a little chuckle to him, responding:

“i guess i took your character’s death literally into my heart!” you wanted to laugh it off because you felt quite embarrassed now but joseph chuckled as well and said:

“let’s get this makeup and costume off so we can go and get something to eat. we both deserve it,” joe removed his hands from your shoulders and quickly gave a peck on your lips.

the week after you, joe and all other stranger things cast had finished shooting the scenes for season four, volumes one and two, you and joe flew back to london where first initially went back to your flat but joe initiated that you moved into his apartment which you agreed with. you were excited for this point in your lifetime because the last time you thought of moving in was with your ex but this shite never happened. you trusted joe and he had to earn your trust.

one of the opening nights of the new season happened to be at leicester square in london where you and joe both were obviously invited to. you were shitting yourself because it has been a long time for you to walk on a red carpet and give interviews. your stylist had chosen out the most gorgeous floral dress and heels which you absolutely fucking hate wearing. your stylist, blake, gave you a worrying look and they knew that you hated this but they said that it will be only the red carpet and after the interviews and all kinds of shits, you could wear sneakers or something else under the dress. mr quinn could not take his eyes from you as he looked up and down at you, being in total awe. in joe’s mind and eyes, you were the star of the night. you pouted, giving him the puppy eye look and mouthing him “you’re being too cute”. you reached your arms to get joe to you but blake was quick to throw these hands away.

“aye, later! you two lovebirds can spend the time together in a moment but i want to get you done before you fly away from this room,” blake powdered the last spots on your face and added highlight on your cheeks, nose and upper lip. joe giggled, taking a seat next to you and silhouette the lines of flowers on your dress. you adored him admiring every curve and line of skin on your body, he made you feel comfortable, confident and safe. joseph could never put you through any pain or misery.

blake finally brushed their last brushes on you so they could finally look at you and take some shots for their instagram. you told them to capture some shots with joe as well. mr quinn stood up next to his breathtaking girlfriend aka you and placed his arm around your waist to hold it gently. you closed your eyes for a mere second whilst joe placed his lovely lips softly on your cheek so he wouldn’t ruin blake’s masterpiece. blake cackled, cheering “wowza”, “amazing”, “show-stopping”, “brilliant” - all the uplifting positive adjectives you can think of. when they were finally done, you and joe were ready to go downstairs. your hotel was basically next to the leicester square so you did not really have to run or rush there.

“you look absolutely heartstopping, my gorgeous lady,” joe took another glance at you, cherishing every feature of you.

“and you look doubtlessly handsome and elegant, my good-looking gentleman,” you took hold of his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, the golden minimalistic rings touching his skin.

the red carpet was full of so many individuals - fans behind the metal fence where you and joe had given quick shots; a number of photographers screaming and shouting the names of the cast, including you and joe. you knew that you and joseph weren’t really exclusive with your relationship yet but you played it off really well. multiple media sources were outpouring praise for your performance which made you a bit confused as they have not really seen everything yet, maybe bits and bobs from the trailers. anyways, you moved on. joe was motioning to you to join the interview with him, maya and natalia. the interviewer was all so smiley and cheeky which was lovely to see.

“here i am with maya hawke, natalia dyer, y/n y/l/n and our new star, joseph quinn! before we start with the interview, i just want to say how amazing and wonderful you all are and look!”

you looked at the ladies and nodded at joseph. you all answered with a unanimous thank you. the interviewer went on with her questions which seemed and sounded quite long to you. you shifted from one leg to another as your legs started to tire out from wearing the heels for way too long. furthermore, joe noticed that and looked at you, his facial expression asking if you are doing alright, you nodded affirmatively and took your glance back to the interviewer.

“we heard that victoria wheeler finally got a love interest this season which has been very prolonged by the fans,” the interviewer placed the microphone under your nose.

“oh yeah, i think the fans have been waiting for this a long time as they have been theorising for years and years but now they got a new love interest and a new character which i believe is a mega win,” you giggled, so did joe.

“and you, mister quinn, how did it feel playing the new character but then suddenly die at the end of the season?”

joe laughed, taking a quick glimpse at you:

“well, it’s been an absolute pleasure to play a character like eddie munson. unfortunately yeah, the duffer brothers made this decision and i’m not allowed to the writers’ room so i can’t do anything about it.”

“can we just talk about the absolute heartbreaking scene of y/n’s character and how she is strongly onto him not to lose him,”

“i mean, what is there to even talk about?” joe waves with his arms. “it’s an emmy award-worthy performance right there!”

you turned your head to joe again and were speechless because his praising took all your words out from you. maya took her phone out and show some exclusive behind-the-scenes shots from her phone.

“if you look closely, you can actually see how much energy, emotion and passion y/n put in there,” maya commented while holding her phone tightly so it wouldn’t fall on the carpet. you couldn’t really hear anything that was coming out from the speaker but you had memorised everything from that specific scene. as the clip ended, the interviewer could not stop clapping her hands. you bowed down gracefully and were blushing with all the praise and appreciation you were getting from joe and the other castmates. you really did not think it was any award-worthy because you were just doing your job and you can the best performance you could.

the interviewer added:

“i could see and feel some loving unity in this scene between you two and more than something else,” she was pointing at you and joe. you did not think this would be the realisation point to someone that you and joseph were together. maybe it was for the best. you didn’t really give a shit about the media outbursts or what fans would think even if their support meant a lot to you but it was your and joe’s personal space and it needed to be respected. you and joe both studied each other’s looks and came on terms that you both have to agree on doing this and be alright with it. joe’s physical touch on your back was his assurance and yours was holding his hand in the back.

“yes, we do have an actual undividedness between us and it has been going out for a while. we will appreciate all the support and respect but everything negative will be upheld and dealt with,” you maturely handled this successfully and joe’s dimples appeared out with his adorable smile.

“that’s very wonderful and i wish you both all the best,” she said nicely. maya and natalia were clapping like little children because they had been knowing this for ages as well but both of them were really grateful and happy for you. you thanked the interviewer by shaking her and said goodbye to her. you, joe, maya and natalia made your way inside the odeon building in the square. you quickly changed your shoes from the feet-crushing heels to slip-on vans your manager had taken out for you. you blew a kiss at her and skipped your way smoothly back to joe’s side.

“y/n, i love you dearly so much. you handed this absolutely perfect!” joe held onto your hand, french kissing it gently.

“joseph, you mean the world to me, even the stars, moon, sky, other planets and galaxies that are out there - my love for you is endless!” you were finally able to kiss him on the lips, not caring about what other people think around you. all other stranger things cast members were aware of your and joe’s relationship, it was not something new to them.

“i really don’t want to rip off this dress, but it is coming off later on when we are back,” joe smirked, giving you the idea of what was on his mind. you nudged with your finger on his upper arm, as your response to this.

“joseph quinn, you silly twat,” you laughed, quickly shushed by your manager as there were people on the stage already. “i will throw that suit of yours off from you when we get back.”

“it’s a deal, mi’lady.”

after the premiere and whatever happened in the hotel during the night, your phone was just buzzing with notification sounds. it was like mayhem was about to start. you looked at it and the majority of the text messages were from your manager, the cast members' group chat and your parents.

manager: “looks like someone is up for an emmy! also, way to go with your announcement!”

the cast members group chat: “you all looked amazing tonight!”, “oh my god, i’m so drunk”, “bitch better have my money”, “hallelujah, look at those headlines: stranger things cast y/n y/l/n is the ultimate star of this scene!”, “what the fuck is going on guys? where are you?”, “why is london so big”, “aye look the lovebirds came out in the news whey whey!!!”, “y/n and joe must be in the bed already doing some adult stuff or they just really already sleep idk”, “i’m telling you all, london is fucking brilliant! i wish i could live here! probably need to ask y/n or joe if i can move into their house!”, “jesus christ, my mum said that millie and his boyfriend looked lovely like everyone else”, “[a video of noah dancing]”

and you could imagine what else was in this chat. the cast members pretty much got shitfaced last night after the premiere. you and joe were honestly exhausted.

your parents’ text messages were pretty much the same but the different language gave other vibes:

“y/n, a lot of congratulations from me and [your stepdad’s name]! your brothers watched all of the interviews as well and i’m glad they had subtitles on because it helps them to learn english quicker and better! if you have time or wake up, give us a little video call! we love you very much!” your mum’s message was something you loved reading because you were terrified she will put off the relationship thing.

your dad’s message was a bit shorter:

“well done, y/n! Glad you’re doing well. Would love to talk with the guy, Joe was his name, right? Talk to you later.”

in some way, you dreaded the way what connotations and feelings your dad gave off because he never understood why you had to go to the uk and live there but you knew that he felt proudness at the same time.

and you didn’t even bother with the headlines because you received them from your manager if they started to appear in the news outlets. you had only one thing that your manager knew you hated and it was “the sun” newspaper. she had made a pact and given a promise she will never send, read and/or interact with that outlet. anything that was right-wing-related, it was completely off the charts.

your manager had messaged one headline already and it was from the guardian which was a review of the season:

“stranger things season 4 finale review - powerful, emotional, yet a bit rushed at the end by the writers. we would have wanted more.” and at the end, four stars. the manager had made a brief summary about it - it praised your and joe’s chemistry in the show, talking about the last scene and how it was emotionally connected between you two. in the end, they had hinted you both were indeed together as well and it was a very well-played scene by both of you and gaten. they were hoping to get more films and shows from you both.

#mine #read #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn oneshot #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #requested

[sensei-venus]

Could I ask for a little something with Hawk and his chubby gf wanting to go to the beach but she feels insecure because she wants to wear a bikini but feels like she can't

I'm feeling really down lately

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) (Support The Writer🌺) ( @gemini-sensei 😘) (Body Insecurity,Fluff)

“What about this one? I think you would look so hot in this babe~” Hawk says as he holds up a new bikini set. Reader looks over in his direction and raises a brow. She looks at the swimming pieces before shrugging and looking back at the rack in front of her. Hawk groaned as he tossed the biking back into the pile he made.

They had been at the mall for hours now trying to find a new swimsuit for Reader. The whole dojo was going on a big trip to the beach to hang out. Two whole days of just hanging out on the beach playing games and swimming. It was going to be great and Hawk knew it.

At the moment it wasn't that fun.

Hawk promised Reader that he would take her out to buy her a new bathing suit. He thought it would be fun to take his girlfriend on a mall date and help her pick out a new one. With the summer season rolling in hard most of the clothing shops were already getting in new swimming stuff. After walking around the mall together for a while, kissing and hugging, they found the perfect shop.

It was trendy and cute looking from the outside and there where already a huge rack full of swimsuits out. Walking in they went to work looking for the perfect one for Reader.

But now they had been in that shop for a good hour and Reader still wasn't any closer to finding a new one. She went through every rack, pushing and pulling through the hangers. Her lips shut tight as her eyes scanned every piece. None of them made her feel any better. She talked to Hawk on the way to the mall about wanting to try out a bikini. Something she had never really wear before.

With every new bikini her eyes meet, she grew more and more off put.

Maybe wearing a bikini wasn't such a good idea.

She sighed and moved away from the ravk she was just going though. She couldn't help but let a small pout form on her lips. Hawk was quick to notice the change her her mood. He walked over to her, wrapping a arm around her plump waist. He kissed her cheek before saying “Hey, what's wrong? I thought our date was going pretty good. There are like a shot ton of bikinis to go tough here. We can definitely find the perfect one.”

Reader huffed a little and tried her best to put on a smile.

“What? Am I missing something?”

“I don't know if I should be wearing a bikini...”

He cocked his head at her statement.

“What are you talking about? If you want to wear one then you can wear one.”

“I just don't think I'm going to look good in it…because you know, I’m bigger.”

Hawk almost laughed but only snorted at her. He pulled her in closer to him, his hands finding her ass and giving it a light squeeze. Reader wanted to push him for being a asshole. Or for at least acting like one in that moment. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Reader I think you look hot now, and you being in a bikini is just going to make you even hotter, in my opinion of course. When we go to the beach this week I’m going to have to beat guys off of you with a stick. Listen just because your a little more thick then some other girls doesn’t mean anything. You can still wear a bikini and pull it off like anyone else.” He tried his best to sound soft while he spoke to her.

He kissed at the back of her ear for a moment before pulling away.

Reader could feel herself growing a bit hot. Hawk always made a lot of explicit comments and complained her a lot. It never failed to get her blood pumping in her chest and make her cheeks grow warm.

“You promise your saying that from the heart and not just trying to make me feel better so you can see me walking around in some skimpy bikini on the beach?” Reader breaks from her shyness for a moment. She wiggles her brows at the mohawk haired boy. His own cheeks go red for a split moment, clearly caught with his dirty thoughts.

He rolls his eyes at her as his own blush starts to slowly fade. He coughs into his own hand and says almost mumbled “I mean it’s a plus to see my cute chubby girlfriend in a tiny little bikini on a beach all day. It also kinda help when I get to beat people up for looking at her. Because she’s mine and I’m the only one that gets to ogle her like that~” he snickers.

Reader lets a smile spread over her lips as she looks up at him. She gives him a small peak on the lips.

Hawk slowly detached himself from her and looked though the rack of bikinis. The sound of plastic clicking together filled the air. He finally stopped on a pretty little bikini set. The color matching his girlfriends skin perfectly to a T. He pulled it off the rack and held it up to her with a smirk.

“How about this one?”

Reader tilted her head as she looked at it for a minute. It was a cute little piece and it was in her size. The price wasn’t bad either.

“You could show it off to me when we get home~” he shook it around in his hand. A grin on his face. Reader laughed a little at his enthusiasm. She grabbed the clothing from his hands and held it to her chest. She gave her own little grin.

“I think that could be arranged~”

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[rebelwithoutabroom]

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We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us - corpsekkuno, M rated, 41.7k words

Rust AU. My 1st ever fic after like... 10 years of taking a break. it's missing rust rp hours in this house folks

#dnf fanfic #fic masterpost #hi new followers :)) #this is for the new pinned to keep it all concise #pls understand im a corpse girlie at heart and the 1st interaction i ever had with dnf was in that amongus lobby... it has shaped me #dnf is also god tier so we multiship in this house #that being said... dnf real #thanks for coming to my ted talk #maskduo #corpsekkuno

[sidekick-hero]

✨ fic writing review 2023 ✨

tagged by my homies (and as always fashionably late to the party): @judasofsuburbia @steddieas-shegoes @steddieasitgoes and @thefreakandthehair 💜💜💜💜

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words & fics

263,365 words published

40 fics published

Finished 3 multi-chaptered fics

top 5 fics by kudos

You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some): Pure, self-indulgent smut. My love letter to Steve Harrington's, well, everything. He's a goddamn tease in this and Eddie is along for the ride. Quite literally.

Louder: While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Eddie turns to Steve after a while, and asks, You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance? And that they do.

I’m tired of asking to settle the debt: my first ever steddie fic, written for Lex first seasonal challenge. 5 times Eddie warms Steve's hands and that one time Steve returns the favor.

Run Boy Run: Another self-indulgent smutty piece. I'm a passionate runner, and so is Steve in this one. Turns out, he had been running towards Eddie all along.

 Will you cleanse me with pleasure?: The obligatory monsterfucker, pardon me, monster love making fic. Eddie is a lake monster with way more appandages than Steve can handle. Or can he? 

fandom fic events in 2023

@thefreakandthehair's holiday challenge (2022) but finished 2023: I’m tired of asking to settle the debt

lex's spring challenge: Catch me like the falling rain

Steddie Big Bang with @legitcookie: Suitcase of Memories

Kinktober: we tangle endlessly like lovers entwined (also Eddiemonth), on the tip of my tongue, on top of my thighs, tell me it's love, tell me it's real and wear me like a locket around your throat (last two with @yournowheregirl)

steddiemas and steddieholidaydrabbles: I want you to want me,  let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one, we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) and  tangled with what I never said

lex's winter challenge (upcoming)

STuad fic exchange (upcoming)

Reverse Big Bang (upcoming)

continuing wips into 2024

The next chapter of hold me close (I’m shaking apart) in which Steve asks Eddie if he wants to experiment. Eddie wants so much more, but he takes what he can get and tries to not let it break his heart.

Pickup Note, a collab with @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party about Steve joining Corred Coffin as a sub drummer. Inspired by Kei's fanart HERE and HERE.

Dear Future Self: Eddie is in love with Steve, who has become a fast friend after saving the world together but he's too afraid to make a move. Good thing his future self decides to help things along.

Take your time (I wanna cross some lines): Steve wants to try something new: getting used by strangers. He asks his best friend Eddie to watch over him while he's doing that so he can feel safe. But who watches over Eddie's heart?

History throws its shadow over the beginning: B-side to @legitcookie and my very first collab, I wore his jacket for the longest time. It's the same story, but told from Eddie's POV.

Closing Time with @legitcookie: After the worst date in a long while, Steve decides to take home the cute bartender who cheered him up.

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang

tagging (with ZERO pressure): @legitcookie @yournowheregirl @starrystevie @scarcrossdlvrs, @henderdads, @stevethehairington, @starryeyedjanai, @cranberrymoons, @steddielations, @maxinemaxmayfield

Thank you to everyone who read my stuff and let me feel loved and cherished by liking, reblogging and commenting on them. It's been such a wonderful experience to be part of this fandom and I wouldn't want to miss it in the world. Here's to hoping for many more fics to come in 2024 💜🥰

#my writing #steddie #fic writing review 2023

[magnificentbun]

The Hotel Podcast characters and their favourite hotel based media.

Loosely based off the most recent bonus episode and fueled by my obsession admiration of hotel centric stories and fiction, I put this little list together of what each character from the Hotel Podcast would call their favourite piece of hotel fiction. Feel free to debate this is gonna be fun!

LOBBY BOY:

I debated for a bit, considering The Suite Life of Zack and Cody for a while, before it dawned on me that if LB were to picture himself in the show, the twins would send him off the wall. Instead I've come to the conclusion that he would probably really like Bad Times at the El Royale. It's got that similar "something's slightly off" vibe he would find some comfort in, and he would probably be able to relate to the El Royale's also endearingly pathetic lobby boy who's secretly got a body count in the hundreds.

MANAGER:

Manager really strikes me as a woman who would find herself drawn to Bates Motel. It's a rather intense show that I feel would keep her pretty captivated by drawing similarities to her own experiences and thoughts. Norman Bates reminds her a bit of LB and watching how things unfold with him especially over the later seasons keeps her wanting more. Maybe she hopes LB will turn out more like him in the future, or who knows maybe Manager likes LB just as he is right now.

OWNER:

He's a classic movie lover. He's too classy himself to have it any other way and what could possibly be more fitting than The Shining? He would probably relate to Jack in a way, unfortunately for him he relates to the character who gets bested by a kid *cough* Lobby Boy *cough* and dies without succeeding their big mission. He can watch the movie on repeat and watching that climax always excites him with Jack's rampage.

BELLHOP

Hop, Hop, Hop. What are we gonna do with you? There's one show I know she would love above everything else, and that's American Horror Story: Hotel. It's got everything she would like and we can count on Hop to revel in the violence brought against the guests of the hotel. There's something new for her to enjoy with every episode, especially whenever the Countess or James March are involved. I can definitely see her theorizing how certain characters will die, reveling in their demise and getting excited with every twist and turn until the very end.

CONCIERGE:

Cierge strikes me as the kind of person(?) who would choose a modern classic. He's a pretty classy dude, after all, and for that reason I think he would enjoy The Grand Budapest Hotel. It's a pretty fun flick, and while Concierge Gustave has a positive relationship with his own Lobby Boy, i believe our Cierge would be able to overlook that to enjoy him as a character and all of the hijinks he gets up to. Most importantly though, I believe Cierge's deceptively friendly approach towards guests would leave him to claim it as his favourite film should the question ever arise without it being considered suspicious or weird.

AUDITOR:

I feel like Aud would really enjoy a show with a little more mystery/supernatural elements rather than straight up horror, and just the show for that is The Lost Room. The premise of a hotel room that supposedly doesn't exist would probably be very interesting for her, especially factoring in the search for missing objects that hold great power. She only sees what she needs to, so she would probably find these silly humans' searches captivating to watch.

THE HOTEL HERSELF:

Of all the hotel media out there, the hotel herself would of course break free from the confines of her universe (that's her, haha) and listen to The Hotel Podcast. Who else loves a fourth wall break? Sure it's one thing to watch her beloved staff check in guests and go about their business but to hear it from their own perspective really makes her heart flutter. She loves to take a fan's view on things, rooting for her little Lobby Boy to finally confess his feelings or have her dear Manager tell off the Owner when he needs to be knocked down a peg. She's a VERY reactive listener.

BONUS! THE VERMIN:

I want you to look me dead in my cinnamon bun eyes and tell me Lobby Boy wouldn't sit Verm down in front of a shitty tube tv and play The Cobweb Hotel. It's an old cartoon about a spider running a hotel for flies, that just SCREAMS Verm. Not only them though, I genuinely think that all the staff would be able to enjoy watching that silly little short film.

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