#sweetheart!phil masterlist

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Sweetheart!Phil Masterlist

Baby, It's Cold Outside (ao3) - benotafraidofwriting

Summary: Dan and Phil are on vacation. Cue feelings and consummation of said feelings.

Bad Days And Good Cakes (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze

Summary: Dan's having a pretty bad day but despite the tears, emergency food orders and forced sweating, he and Phil use their love to get a beautiful cake out of it. Enjoy!

Change Will Come (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan’s a depressed university student. Phil’s just a cute coffee shop barista who writes notes on Dan’s hot chocolates.

Commitment Phobe (ao3) - AlexStandallsSmile, Howlterssmile (AlexStandallsSmile)

Summary: Based on the events after the 4/03/21 live show when Dan reveals he’s scared of commitment.

The story behind why Phil had so many sweet treats after the live show.

Or: Dan has a freak out after mentioning the marriage comment live on stereo, and Phil Lester is a sweetheart.

drunk words are sober thoughts - danhasacrushonphil

Summary:  The opportunity of a life time comes in the form of Phil Lester actually showing up at a party, all tattoos and bright blue eyes. Dan’s been crushing on him for far too long, so getting the chance to play Never Have I Ever with his crush? Yeah, he can’t pass that one up. What could go wrong?

Fighting the Tide (ao3) - NovakSunshine

Summary: Dan hasn’t self harmed in years, so when Phil wakes up with Dan next to him, arms covered in red lines his mind goes the darkest place. Or I write a drabble about Dan using a red pen to keep the demons at bay until Phil chases them away.

Fireworks (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: obligatory 2009 dnp fic featuring blushy!insecure!dan and bold!shameless!phil, manchester eye, and gross fluff

I Asked You To Dance But You Said No (ao3) - AnotherPhanficWriter

Summary: Dan and Phil are Soulmates, they are SUPPOSED to be together, at least that's what all the other angels in The Above tell Dan. And it becomes Dan's mission to make Phil fall in love with him so that the Lords that own him can release him from the hell they are putting him in. Unfortunately, Phil turns him down at the end of the first date in every possible way, despite Dan redo-ing the day over and over so he can get it right. Somewhere along the way he figures out why he can't ever get Phil to say yes at the end of the night.

I Dare You To Stay (ao3) - realityfallsapart

Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco's to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?

i'm going to watch you breathe again. (ao3) - ziamilo

Summary: He can't breathe. Dan can't fucking breathe, there's something rooted in his chest and it hurts.

But Phil is there, and he swears Dan's going to be able to breathe again and that he'll be there to see it.

God, it was always going to be Phil.

Jokes, Costumes, and Taxi Fares - placingglaciers

Summary: In which all his coworkers just adore Phil and Dan can’t see why they do. Until, of course, he figures it out.

Right to Exist. (ao3) - phansb

Summary: In a universe where Dan has been questioning his gender throughout Interactive Introverts.

Share A Bed, Share A Life (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze

Summary: Having a child is a stressful, time-consuming, argument-inducing process but, naturally, Dan and Phil ride the ups and downs together, ending up just fine. Fulfilling prompts 'age changes' and 'sharing a bed' for the phandom fic fests, enjoy!

slipping through my fingers (ao3) - Gal_tic

Summary: Even though he said he’d never grow up, Phil grew up.

Or, Kath reminisces on how time flies

The Storm (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan is scared of thunderstorms. Enough said.

Those Who Trust - theshyauthor

Summary: (tw) Dan used to be a submissive and now he’s just a broken shell of a man.

Trust Me, I’m Broken Too (ao3) - natigail

Summary: The Lesters – the royal family of his homeland – was nothing like Dan thought they would be. Well, the King was just as horrible as he had heard but the King’s brother’s son, who was third in line for the throne, was nothing like Dan thought he’d be. Dan had been adrift for three years going from one “place of employment” to another, only his life was seen as worthless and he was more property than an employee. He had never imagined he’s end up as the property of Prince Philip.

The Prince had no intention of ever taking on a personal servant, which was a fancy name to disguise the fact a law essentially enslaved people. Phil often had to do things he didn’t want to or risk being removed from the succession to the crown. If that happened, who knew who his tyrant of an uncle would pick as a successor? When pressured into the choosing, he’d wanted to go for the most innocent, young girl, but hard brown eyes caught his attention instead.

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[sprout-fics]

Coyote Kiss

(Philip Graves x F! Reader)

(Call of Duty Masterlist)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI Wordcount: 3.1k Tags: Brat Tamer Graves, Bratty Reader, Motorcycle Graves, Date night, Banter, Bickering, Love/Hate Relationship, Messy relationships, Jealousy Warnings: None A/N: Hi. Here's more of the man I love to hate and hate to love. Forgive me.

He’s smirking at you.

There’s a low, fluorescent buzz to the diner amidst the distant sounds of the kitchen, the gurgle of the coffee machine behind the counter. You and Graves are tucked in a booth, far from the door, where the neon light of the ‘open’ sign catches against the shiny leather of his motorcycle jacket. There’s tinny music over the speakers, the 80’s you think, not entirely sure. You know if you try and guess Graves will only huff at you, correct you and lament about your poor music knowledge.

Smartass.

You can feel the toes of his boots brush against your ankles, and even though you aren’t looking at him you know he’s just waiting for you to comment on it, nudge him out of your space with mild annoyance. Instead you focus on the various laminated displays of greasy food inside the menu, burying your face so you ignore him. Yet even without looking you know exactly how he looks. Relaxed into his seat, arms crossed, head tilted in keen observation, and that damned smirk plastered across his smug face. 

“You haven’t looked at the menu.” You observe, still not looking at him, and you hear Graves shift to attention when you finally acknowledge him.

“Don’t have to.” He replies easily. “I’ve been here long enough to know what I want.”

Or so he’s said. It had taken some cajoling on his part to drag you this far out into the sticks, far away from the Shadow Company base. You’d expected him to commandeer one of the jeeps in the compound, puzzled as to why he told you to dress warm in the middle of the deadly Texas summer heat. Yet then your commander had led you off to a garage, had yanked a tarp back to reveal a pristinely kept motorcycle underneath. 

“Ducati.” He announced smugly, leaning on the bike and running an appreciative hand over the sleek black trim. “One of the best on the market.”

“How did you afford this?” You gaped at him, ignoring his bark of laughter at your open, astonished expression.

“It pays to be a government contractor, sweetheart. You ought to know that by now.”

He walked over to a shelf, tossed you a helmet. It looked brand new. You barely caught it, too transfixed on the motorcycle. Graves sauntered back over, tapped two leather-gloved fingers under your chin.

“Close your mouth, babygirl. You’ll catch flies.”

It had been clear from the get-go that Graves had planned this in excruciating detail, going as far as providing you with a spare jacket that even now remains draped across your shoulders, just a bit too large. You’d hopped on the bike behind him, a little hesitant to grab onto him, at least until he’d huffed and wrapped your arms around his waist himself. The warmth of him bled into your front, helmet tucked against his shoulder and thighs clenched to the bike as he’d sped off out of the compound.

You’d gotten some stares from the guards. There will probably be rumors across half the base by the time you both get back.

You don’t know how long you rode into the desert, the sun setting quickly and casting a brilliant orange haze across the horizon. Graves talked little, focused on the road, stopping only when he was required, planting a possessive hand roaming across the meat of your thigh. When you’d playfully smacked at it, he only laughed.

Eventually you had pulled into the diner just as the sunset faded and the flickering, lonely street lights had turned on. When he had ushered you into the diner, the older lady behind the counter had greeted him in cheerful familiarity. “Phil.”

She’s disappeared now, and you think you heard her mutter something to the much younger waitress about a smoke break. Left alone, you stare into the grease-stained menu and try to decipher the various contents in a vain attempt to not entertain Grave’s twinkling eyes.

He nudges you again under the table, boots pressing against your ankles, spreading himself wide and into your space in a way that’s meant to purposefully draw your attention. You know this ploy all too well, know that if you bite and decide to snip at him he’ll only rile you up further with gleeful audacity, until eventually he handles you into a biting kiss you can’t resist. It’s the constant game you both play, caught between a simmering annoyance that erupts in roaming touches and snipping banter even when you’re caught in his arms. You know the inevitable end of it, how you’ll end up in his bed, feel him haul your legs over his shoulders and tease you even then, smiling against your lips when he forces you to surrender in desperate, mewling gasps.

You pretend to hate it, fight him at every turn, rise to his jabs and return them with your own. It only feeds into his rampant desire for you, intoxicated by handling the feral nature of you, taming you with teasing endearments turned into rasping, sweet nothings as he buries himself inside you. You know you’ll go willingly even though you bite at him like something wild, slightly feral, knowing that at the end of this you’ll surrender to his carnal desires only because it feels so good.

You catch the waitress out of the corner of your eye, see her blonde hair cascade in girlish waves out of her ponytail, french-tip nails holding her ticketbook as she sways over to your table. She’s pretty, thin, looks like something out of those 60’s advertisements done in acrylic posters.

“What can I getcha, hon?” She asks, voice a thick Texas drawl as she cocks her hip, staring straight at Graves. Attentive. Suggestive. 

It makes your eyes narrow.

Graves looks up like he’s noticed her for the first time, offering a polite smile, different from the one he’s given you. 

“Coffee. Black.” He provides, slinging an arm over the back of his seat. “I’ll have the fried catfish sandwich and okra. Fries on the side, biscuits too.”

“Sure thing, sugar.”

Hmm.

You’re ready to order when Graves then points at you. You think he’ll pull a smartass move, declare your affinity for a fresh salad and fruit. Instead he supplies: “This little lady right here will have a burger, medium rare. The works, bacon, egg, all that. Plus onion rings and a coke.”

You open your mouth to protest, but find nothing to object to. In fact, when you frown in a mild pout, your stomach only rumbles in yawning hunger. Graves shoots you a look. 

“And no pickles.” He adds, grinning wolfishly. You’re not sure if you want to bite or kiss him.

The waitress scribbles down all of the above in quick shorthand. “Anything else?”

Graves purses his lips, considering. “Chips and queso.” He supplies with a small gesture of his hand. “Thank ya, darlin’.”

The waitress seems to perk up at that, smiling happily before striding off towards the kitchen. You watch her go, trace her back until she vanishes behind the swinging door, and only then do you catch Graves staring at you. 

“What?”

He raises an eyebrow at you contemplatively. “Am I not giving you enough attention, babygirl?”

Are you jealous?

You scoff, averting your eyes so he doesn’t see the flash of surprise and bashfulness that flickers across your gaze. “Hardly.” You tell him, and your commander only hums, pressing his boot a little more firmly against your calf.

You shoot him an annoyed look. “Quit it.” You grumble, and just as you expect Graves only grins, eyes twinkling at your bite. 

“Can’t help it.” He drawls. “I’m a long legged man.”

You tilt your head at him, a mischievous smile forming on your lips as you consider his words. 

“You’re 5’11.” You correct him. “I know plenty of Shadows that have a few inches on you.”

Graves’ eyes flash at that, and you know you’ve gotten under his skin just a bit by the way his gaze turns just a little sharp before melting back into easy confidence. 

“I compensate in other ways, darlin’. You know that.”

You thin your lips at that, know that for all intents and purposes, he’s right.

Graves takes in your silence and laughs, pleased. 

“Don’t pout.” He tuts at you. “If you need a reminder later, let me know.”

The last time he gave you a ‘reminder’ you’d walked on wobbly legs for two days afterwards, bruises tracing abstract patterns up your chest and throat. And Graves, damnable Graves, had strutted around the compound like a prized rooster crowing at the sun for all the things he knew he had done to you. You’d seethed about it, of course, his egoism, but even then you couldn’t stop the memory of him from poisoning the slow fester of your attraction to him. 

His hands on your wrists, your legs over his shoulders. The hickeys he’s sucked into your throat bloom dark against your skin. You toss your head under him, lips parted in desperate little whines as he grinds himself into you with unerring precision. His back is scratched to hell, and he moans at the burn of it, drunk on the hurt and the intoxicating process of watching your wild nature fold to utter, mewling surrender under him.

“Feel good, baby?” He drawls, voice hoarse with his groans as his hips slap against yours. It shakes the bed. “Can’t even talk because you’re so cockdrunk, aren’t ya, little spitfire?”

And you, you had given into him, had surrendered to his endearing, teasing taunts, had folded under him like you belonged there.

Your thighs threaten to close at the memory, and the motion doesn’t go unnoticed by your commander, who’s face lights up in realization. 

“Yeah?” He provides, shifting forward eagerly. “Bet you’d like that, babygirl.”

“Piss off.” You snap, even though the temptation of it roils inside you with undeniable interest.

Graves whistles, long and low, puckering his lips and feigning surprise. “I like that bark, sweetheart. You know I do, but…”

Graves leers at you.

“I like it better when you bite.”

You choke.

It’s not unlike him to be this brazen, far from it. Yet his taunting is usually reserved for the more private moments, the ones where he crowds you into the shadows of the armory or behind the barracks, seizes your lips in a domineering kiss until you gasp against him. He leaves you like that after, having barely touched you, smirking with that twinkle in his eyes and sauntering off to leave you exactly as he intended. Dizzy, chest rising, mind fuzzy with want.

Here, however, in this place with a sparse collection of other diners, where the blonde waitress peeks from the porthole of the kitchen door, you feel yourself warm under his intent stare, mouth pressing into a thin, flustered line as you avoid his gaze. 

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You do, instinctively. That tone, when his voice dips lower, less playful,  heavy with intent, always summons your attention. It means listen, eyes up, come here.

You merely glance at him, not entirely turning. Avoiding him still, feeding into this game that you both enjoy so dearly. 

“Maybe I don’t want to.” You drawl, and you know if it weren’t for the table between you Graves would close the distance and seize your chin to make you look. You smile at that in a way he can see, watch the way fire flickers across his eyes at the rebellious streak in you. He loves it. Loves the way you refuse to obey. It’s a challenge he’s greedy to accept, a temptation he can’t resist. The act of making you surrender is an addiction in of itself, a warm swimming desire that feeds into his veins. He’s drunk on the act of taming you, can’t resist riling you up only to put you down. 

It feeds his ego, you think- his oozing confidence that doesn’t buckle even under artillery fire. Graves knows what he is capable of.

Knows he’s capable of taming you. 

Before he can respond to your taunt, the waitress reappears with an entire platter of food. Fries, chips, onion rings, queso, drinks, a burger, okra, and a piece of catfish perfectly fried. The steam wafts up from the linoleum table, and you can’t help your eyes fluttering at the intoxicating smell of perfectly greasy food. 

“Anything else, sweetpea?” The waitress asks in a sing-song little voice, still trying to draw Graves' attention. He looks up at her, tilting his head and softening his eyes just for a moment. You think he’ll flirt with her, maybe compliment her bright pink lipstick.

“That’s all.” He provides instead, short in a way that makes you blink as you watch the rejection pass over the waitress’s face. She nods distantly before vanishing, and Graves doesn’t give her a second glance before he’s lifting his sandwich up and tearing into it like a coyote with a piece of raw meat. 

You survey the table, the wealth of food you know you won’t finish. It’s decadent to the point of excess, and as Graves sucks the sauce from his fingers messily you blink at the spread. 

“Christ, Graves.” You breathe. “There’s enough here to feed the base.”

Graves hums around the next bite of his food. 

“I gotta keep my girl fed.” He provides through a full mouth, and when you scold him for manners he only grins at you before nodding to your burger. “I know you’re hungry, eat up.”

You grumble at him but happily oblige, biting into the meat of your burger. Flavor and warmth explodes across your senses, and before you can help it you moan.

Graves barks a laugh, nudges you once again under the table. 

“Atta girl.” He provides, and you’re too lost in your food to care about the slight mocking tone of his, eyes scrunching shut and savoring the next bite. 

“My little carnivore.” He croons, and you do nudge him with your boot at that, shooting him a glare. His eyes only twinkle with mischief before he returns to his own food. 

It takes time for you both to devour the table full of food with its queso laden chips and golden brown onion rings, the fries that leave grease stains on the wax paper. Graves waggles a piece of okra in front of your face, and you finally give into his cajoling before eating it straight from his hand.

When his knuckles graze under your chin, you resist the urge to bite him.

Eventually you slump back in your seat with a heavy, pleased sigh, hands over your full stomach and immensely satisfied at the warmth of the food that curls there. Graves sips at his coffee, and how he manages to drink it black after eating that amount of grease is beyond you. 

“Feel good, babygirl?” He asks, perhaps a little too smugly, but you can’t bring yourself to pay him much mind. 

“Mm-hmm.” You hum happily, a lazy pleased smile across your face as you look at him.

For a moment, you swear you catch something that veers dangerously close to tenderness.

“How am I supposed to get us both on the bike after all this?” He snarks instead, gesturing to the mess of empty plastic baskets and crumbs you’ve both left. 

You shrug, unable to hide a cheeky smile. “I could probably ride back and get a couple of strong shadows to haul you onto a truck.” You suggest, and in a rare moment of surprise Graves chokes on his coffee. You grin victoriously at him when he wipes at his chin before turning to you with his eyes narrowed. 

“Brat.”

You shrug. “Guilty.”

Despite the scolding, Graves is smiling, and you can’t help but smile back. 

You cringe when the bill is slid onto the table, but Graves doesn’t even blink when he deposits  a fat wad of cash before standing and bringing you with him. He keeps a hand at the small of your back as you both exit into the cool night air, and if you didn’t know better you’d swear he was being a gentleman.

Yet then the hand snakes up to your back, and you nearly stumble in surprise as Graves thumps you a few times between the shoulders. You spin to face him, eyes wide in indignation. 

“Are you trying to burp me?!” You gasp in mild outrage, and in perfect timing you have to swallow down a bubble of gas in hopes he doesn’t notice. 

Graves grins, amused and pleased at the mildly scornful look in your eyes. He merely crowds you backwards until your backside bumps against the motorcycle, his hands catching you by your hips before he hauls himself flush against you. 

You’re not ready for the way the blue of his eyes shift under the glow of the streetlamp, the sudden, dizzying desire he has when he locks his gaze on yours. 

“You drive me crazy, you know that darlin?” He rasps, voice dragging breathily in his chest. It makes you soften against him in your shock, the sudden rapturous fixation of his voice that almost speaks of devotion.

You swallow, heart thumping uneasily in your chest, caught on the razor’s edge of him, afraid that if you get too close he might bleed you dry. 

You almost want him to try. 

“You’re already crazy.” You manage instead, flashing him a mischievous smile that only barely meets your eyes. 

Graves laughs, and laughs again when you nip at his descending lips, a hand snaking up to cradle your skull and press you closer to him. Your hands seize the leather of his jacket in a desperate anchor, swept away by his sudden urge to devour you. 

You’re always hiding in some ways from him, you think, ever distant and out of reach. You feign irritation to quell the thunder of your heartbeat, teetering on the precipice of caution and dangerous desire. If you surrender completely, fall into his jaws, you know he’ll only gobble you up like a wild animal. You fear somehow he’ll chew you until you’ve lost your taste and then leave the remains of your broken heart withering like starved desert flowers. You’re not sure if you can take it.

Yet in this moment, in the laughing kiss he presses against your parted lips, you wonder if perhaps this is meant to be forever.

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#graves x reader #graves x you #commander graves x reader #philip graves x reader #philip graves x you #reader insert #x reader #my writing #my fic #to add to masterlist #something something Graves is a wild Texas coyote #and I adore and hate him for it #if there's typos here I don't see them I'm not looking #anyways here's wonderwall ig

[oncasette]

a lil request: climbing into bed with Phil after a long day of work.. 🥰

let me show you everything i know

summary: 0.5k

You’re not sure when the lamp was turned off or when Phil’s breathing had gotten heavier or, even, when your eyes had shut, but the next time you’re conscious of what’s happening your husband has thrown his body almost completely over top of yours and your legs have intertwined themselves with his.

or the one where you come home to phil after a long day

warnings: none

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You think your bones have turned into jelly. Or a watery jell-o. Thick and goopy with exhaustion so prevalent it’s worked its way into your bloodstream. Your shoes have already been kicked off, forgotten by the door along with your purse and your keys and your brain, probably. 

Phil’s already in bed when you shuffle into the room. He’s leaned up against the headboard with his well-worn copy of Wuthering Heights in hand, reading glasses drooping over his nose and a threadbare t-shirt you’re nearly dying to curl into. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says as he lazily stamps his bookmark–the receipt he’d gotten at the coffee shop last saturday–between the pages before he sets it on his nightstand. 

You offer him some semblance of a hum in response, tripping over your own feet as you drag yourself to the closet. Your skirt comes off first–the zipper only getting stuck once on its way down your thighs–then your shirt and your stockings and the bobby pins that’d started to ache at the base of your skull. 

“You okay?” he asks. His palm sweeps his brow as he watches you. 

“Fine, baby,” you sigh as you riffle through Phil’s t-shirt drawer. You’re not sure which one you’re looking for. Not really looking for a specific one at all, really, but you grab his old high school football shirt quicker than you probably should’ve. “Long day.”

Slipping the thin cotton over your head, you keep your arms from going through the holes and undo your bra beneath the new warmth. You pull it out from under the shirt, nearly missing the low whistle your husband gives you from the few feet separating you from the bed. “Long day, huh?” he asks. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Just people being annoying. Bill started-” “Bill’s an asshole,” he interjects with a scoff, opening the covers for you to slip beneath them as he lowers himself down further into the sheets. “Always fucking hated Bill.” 

“Bill is an asshole, but that wasn’t the point of my story,” you say as you slide in beside him and the covers fall over your frame. Phil’s like a space heater. He warms you faster than the sun in July, leaving you to melt into him as you continue. “So, as I was saying. Bill started complaining about how…” A yawn interrupts your statement. 

“Sorry,” Another one. Smaller, this time. “Started complaining about the catering choices Margie had picked out for lunch tomorrow and…” He lets you speak uninterrupted. Nearly. He coughs out one more comment about how much he hates Bill and how small his dick must be, but other than that you’re left to ramble as you please. 

You’re not sure when the lamp was turned off or when Phil’s breathing had gotten heavier or, even, when your eyes had shut, but the next time you’re conscious of what’s happening your husband has thrown his body almost completely over top of yours and your legs have intertwined themselves with his. 

“Phil,” you whisper. 

“Go to sleep, baby,” he says, and you do, miraculously, without another thought of lousy your day had been. 

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[cuttergauthier]

New Leaf | Three

Au Summary: In which a hockey sister falls for her enemy who also happens to be her brother's new teammate.  Yn Matthews and Matthew Knies never got along, what happens when Matthew becomes a Maple Leaf.

Matthew Knies x Matthews au

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN

Social Media | Real Life

National Hockey League | Toronto Maple Leaf

Au's Masterlist

Warning: This Story will contain Mature Language, Alcohol consumption, Against, fluff, Time jumps

Ynmatthews

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Ynmatthews Reunited with the Knies Family🤍

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Knies67 Love you kid!!!🤍

��Ynmatthews Love you Phil🤍

Gracie.doan is the world ending?!?!

Gracie.doan MATTY WAS TAGGED!!!!

→Ynmatthews His debut is Tomorrow, i thought i’d be nice!

→Joshdoan91 Never thought i’d see the day!

AustonMatthews Still can’t believe i didn’t know!

MitchMarner WHAT, YOU KNOW KNIES AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!?!

→Ynmatthews Sorry mitchy🫶🏼

MamaKnies I love you sweetheart🤍

→Ynmatthews Love you mama Knies🤍

WillNylander You have a lot of explaining to do!!!

Stephlachance I love you & this🤍

→Ynmatthews Love you🤍

Emamatthews Yay, so happy to see all of you together🤍

→Ynmatthews Love you mama🤍

Matthewknies

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MatthewKnies Happy to have the family in Toronto, oh and Yn’s here to.

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Knies67 Proud of you bro🤍

Ynmatthews you couldn’t have picked a better picture?

→Matthewknies nope!

Joshdoan91 Seriously what is happening, they aren’t fighting?

→knies67 i’m just as surprised as you!

YnMatthews Can’t wait for tomorrow night!!

→Matthewknies Same here!!

→Knies67 What is happening tomorrow night?

→AustonMatthews You guys better be talking about the game!

Mitchmarner I still can’t believe neither of you told me you know each other!

→Matthewknies sorry man!

#nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl fluff #nhl imagine #nhl insta edit #nhl blurbs #nhl blurb #hockey #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey fic #NHL Hockey #hockey imagine #hockey insta edit #hockey blurb #matthew knies #matthew knies blurb #matthew knies imagine #matthew knies fic #matthew knies fluff #auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #mitch marner #william nylander #Matthew Knies x Matthews au

[ax-y10]

Hello hello!

I'm here to make my first official request during my time on tumblr!

All i can think about is going to Disneyland with wilbur (heavily inspired by the Tom Simon's channel 🫢) and the rest of them and being apart of that video.

Like buying wilbur ears and having Tommy gagging at all the couple antics going on and Phil cheering wil on. Wilbur surprising you with a Disneyland sweatshirt and promoting Disney instead of Tommy's merch that was coming out of the time.

I hope all is well for you and I love your latest

:)

Pure Love And Disney Sweaters

In which- a certain "child" wants attention, but you have the most important eyes

A/n: I'm going to try my best fucking hardest to make your first request a really good one. I haven't watched in ages so I'm going to try my hardest to rewatch it. I'm tired pls don't bully me

Chapter info: Swearing, kissing, Tommy wanting attention, Wilbur making silly little jokes at you, fear of rollercoasters, Phil being a darling, Kristin also being a darling, Tommy being a shithead, mention of passing out, mention of panic attacks, mention of throwing up. It's funny because I actually didn't rewatch the vid, and this is all over the place (i'm sad that I didn't include the quirked up white boy thing or the stubble)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

You got so excited when Tommy told you that he was going to Disneyland for a new vlog. You were ecstatic at the idea as you'd never been to Disneyland before, jumping around in your seat. Wilbur heard your little cheers from the room over, and when he peered in, you were spinning your chair around. You yelped when you saw him in the doorway, a fond smile spread across his face.

The very first thing you did upon finding out was ramble to Wilbur about how excited you are, followed by packing. Tom said he got tickets for everyone's flights (you doubt it) and created a groupchat with everyone who was going, made up of Phil, Kristin, Tommy, Wilbur and you.

'Fair group' you thought. But oh my you were wrong.

The entire flight, Tommy was playing his DS, but as soon as Wilbur pulled out his 'You can rest your head on my shoulder move', Tommy was at it with the teasing.

"Oh Wilbur, how could you ignore me?" "How come Y/n gets to rest their head on your shoulder and I don't?" followed by him throwing his head on Wil's shoulder.

And it didn't stop until you finally reached the hotel. The constant teasing and poking fun dying down once you were both laying down on the bed, nuzzled against each other, and tired after a long day full of Tommy.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur spoke into the silence of the room, snapping you from your anticipation for the day to come.

"Yes?" You rested your head in the crook of his shoulder and neck.

He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words, whispering "I love you" cheekily before turning away from you and curling into a ball.

You reefed on his pajama shirt, getting him to roll back over to cuddle you, the cold of the room finally finding its way under the sheets without your boyfriends arms around you. Complying, you were once again peaceful with the weight of his arms resting on your sides.

And soon enough, you were awake nice and early (against your will, blame Tommy), brushing your hand through Wilbur's curls, and getting ready for the day. An hour passed and you ran down the stairs to the lobby, stuffing up your sweater, and finding a seat next to Kristin.

"How come males always take forever to get ready when their is something important going on?" you whispered to Kristin, before leaning back and smiling cheekily.

"I think it should be the other way around, dear," She replied and laughed quietly.

All of a sudden, you let out a squeal as a warm pair of arms engulf you, followed by a forced weight and a yelp from a familiar boy.

"Ow, Tommy!" You exclaimed, the boy throwing himself down next to Phil.

Arriving at Disneyland, Tommy immediately wanted to go on "Space Mountain", and begged and begged Wilbur to take him over there, him declining each time

And then he got ganged up on by a bunch of presumably eight year olds who could pull the sword out of the stone, bullying Tommy for not being able to pull it out. You had to drag him away from it, all the while Wil was spouting false history facts about the building the group was approaching.

Later, you and Wilbur sat on a bench outside a ride while Phil and Tommy went on a rollercoaster together, and Kristin was getting food for everyone, even though you had offered to go with her. You were talking about how you had never been to Disneyland and how this entire experience was made all the better just by him being by your side. You weren't aware, but he was staring at your face and the excitement plastered over it, admiring you until you turned to him.

"I love you" you whispered, in which you broke him out of his trance.

"I love you too, forever and always, my love," he spoke sincerely, and you saw the genuine emotions behind his eyes.

Que the gag from Tommy and the exchanged smiles between Phil as Wilbur leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

"Oh fuck off Tommy, you attention-seeking ass" your boyfriend teased, and pulled a small giggle from your lips.

"IT'S YOUR TURN ON THE ROLLERCOASTER, LOVEBIRDS!" Tommy yelled, and your eyes widened in fear. You hated rollercoasters.

A hand was placed upon your shoulder, and you were led into the ride with Wilbur, waiting nervously in line. You weren't ready for the roller coaster, not at all.

"Wilbur, please. I really don't want to do this. I'm terrified of rollercoasters," You begged, desperately wanting to avoid this, scared you'll pass out, have a panic attack or throw up.

"Okay, you head back out to Kristen and I'll get Tommy to come with me for forcing you on here," He laughed, and you quickly walked back out to Kristen and Phil. Thankfully, it was the last ride they were going on for the day, so you three walked back out the front and ordered an uber for when Wilbur and Tommy get back.

But little did you know, Wilbur had bought you a Disney sweater, and surprised you with it when you got back to the hotel. And he was met with a big, warm hug from you and kisses peppered across his face.

And the best part of the day for him? Watching you smile in your sleep, engulfed in the blue fabric of the sweater, accompanied by your sweet noises in your sleep.

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I love love LOVE your movie party! and your whole aesthetic is just-- AAH!! I was wondering if I could do: miguel o'hara + "hands off!" please <3 tysm!

summer movie fest masterlist

you’re a freelance writer, who often sells to the daily bugle. you have a crush on the editor, who saves you from one of his creepy employees. who knew the pining was mutual?

an.miguel brainrot is strong. i meant to post this yesterday but queue got messed up. also thank you nonnie !! ur a sweetheart <3 this prompt was practically made for miguel 🤭

wc: 638

warnings: kind of aggressive & entitled (incel) man (not miguel), not beta’d bcz i was impatient.

you were talking to one of the guy’s at the daily bugle. you don’t remember his name, you don’t really care.

“oh really?” you laugh.

“yeah, i mean, it’s a little more complicated than that, but it’s the jist.”

“i’m sure it is.” be nice, be nice, be nice. this guy really thinks you’re stupid, but you just have to wait until the editor comes out to tell you whether or not the piece you wrote works.

“so i was thinking–” the door to the editor’s office opens loudly, cutting him off. the large man offers you the paper.

“good job, the first draft was good but this is definitely ready for tomorrow’s print.”

“i’m glad to hear that!” am i being too obvious?

“excuse us, stenton, i’d like to talk to her on the way out.”

“yeah, uh, sure, sure thing, boss.” you mentally stick your tongue out at the weird guy. you walk with mr. o’hara.

“sorry about phil, he, uh, thinks he’s a ladies’ man.”

you snort and cover your mouth,“clearly,”

“i look forward to seeing your next story.”

“aren’t you lucky to have such a reliable freelancer like me?” you joke.

“i am, i really am, you’ve brought lots of new readers.” don’t blush don’t blush don’t blush!!

“i’m glad,”

“so, um,” he clears his throat, “when should i expect your next piece?”

“when it happens,” you joke.

“right,” he nods.

“what would it take to get you full time?”

“you know i’m focused on the novel.” he nods, and doesn’t push it.

the two of you reach the subway station, and say your goodbyes, and you get on your train. you lean your head on the glass, putting your hands over your face. you’re never gonna be able to tell miguel o’hara that you like him.

ha week later, you’ve given miguel a fresh story, and he’s dropped you off at the train platform yet again. you’re waiting for your train to come, trying to think of how you can tell miguel about your feelings.

“hey! cutie!” you cringe. it’s phil.

“hey,”

“how about, you and i go out for a bite to eat?” he puts a hand on your waist.

you step back and out of his hold. “sorry, phil, I gotta catch this train,”

“you can catch it later,” he gets closer to you.

“i’m tired and really just want to go home.” you apologize.

“c’mon,” he pleads.

“look, phil, i’m really sorry, but I’m not interested.”

He grabs your hand. “haven’t i done all the right things?”

“huh?”

“haven’t i been nice? a gentlemen? funny? interesting? strong?”

“phil, it’s not–”

“what– it’s not me? then why won’t you go out with me? huh?” he yanks you closer ..

you felt someone behind you, phil look up at them.

“hands. off.” miguel says in that gruff voice that leave no room for argument. phil does as he’s told and releases you.

“hey boss,” phil’s voice is the meekest sound you’ve ever heard.

“that is no way to treat a lady.”

“no– it’s, uh, not.”

“you’re fired.”

“What! WHY? i’m the best writer you’ve got!” he was starting to get his macho back.

“no you’re not. and harassment.”

phil tried to say something, but shut his mouth. he walked away, hands in the air. you took a deep breath and leaned on miguel.

“thank you,”

“i’m glad i came back.” you turned around.

“why did you come back?”

he’s blushing, rubbing the back of his neck“uh, uh, wanted to,” he clears his throat. is that a habit? “i wanted to talk to you, to uh tell you, that–”

you hold his hands between your two, “yeah?”

“that i’d like to treat you to, to… to, uh…”

“yes,”

he blinks, “yes?”

“yes.”

“my car–”

“lead the way,” you smile up at him.

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𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 (drabbles)

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eddie sleeping between reader's legs while reading

eddie ft. self acceptance

eddie being a big brother and patching up dustin's wounds

eddie coming back to his brother

finding eddie in your room and smoking

painting eddie's nails

eddie knows you like him and tries to get a confession out of you

patching your enemy, eddie munson after a fight

dad!eddie and his daughter dressing up as him

thigh riding eddie during shark week**

punishing eddie during an argument**

"lying doesn't suit you sweetheart"

eddie teaching his daughter how to play guitar

eddie comforts you after ending a toxic friendship

eddie moving his campaign so you could practice

eddie takes notice of the new girl (plus sized!reader)

eddie confuses your kindness with flirting

eddie and your cuteness aggression

eddie misses something big in your life and breaks his promise

makeup sex with eddie**

eddie munson gives the best fucking head**

eddie going into the wrong hole**

soft sex with eddie**

eddie getting blowjobs when he gets a D+**

helping drunk eddie with his problem**

honeymoon with eddie**

mean!dom!eddie punishing you for being a brat**

eddie sewing your shirt back together

eddie and his cat, ozzy

eddie loves to hold your hand**

eddie + amazon**

eddie taking care of you when you're sick

eddie has not eaten your ass in days ft. poppy**

toxic!eddie taking your virginity**

eddie + size kink**

eddie sees you wearing his shirt and jerks off**

shy!reader loses their virginity to eddie**

you remove the crusts from eddie's bread and he loves you

needy!eddie**

going on a date with eddie and you beg him to touch you**

eddie on tour with his band and he calls you**

assplay with eddie**

eddie comforting you from a panic attack

wayne thinks eddie's nervousness is amusing

eddie loses you in the crowd

eddie gripping your ass while you ride him**

experimenting with chrissy and eddie (kinda) blackmails you**

cockwarming eddie while doing your homework**

eddie + piledriver position**

eddie tells you something mean and he lets you hit him to make up for his mistake

eddie + rimming**

mechanic!eddie having his way with you**

drunk!clingy!eddie

eddie calling you mama in any other opportunity**

eddie and inexperienced!reader**

eddie helping you get your tampon out

eddie fucking you in prone position**

eddie loves your height

eddie jerks off while touching you**

eddie gets your attention like a cat

eddie & innocent!reader (concept)**

insecure!eddie being reassured

domesticity with eddie

eddie keeps staring at you

overstimulated!eddie**

eddie in missionary**

facefucking with eddie**

eddie in a crop top

eddie is a messy kisser

eddie tells you to leave your husband**

punishing eddie ft. poppy**

you want to melt into eddie

dad!eddie but he's like phil dunphy

eddie and his attempt at comforts

eddie reassuring you, and tells you that he likes it when you're yourself

eddie's aftershow**

best friend's brother**

you pay eddie in another way**

eddie having a bad day and you try to help**

steddie forgetting something important

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Your Submissively - Solitude

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Realization

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As the end of Thursday approached Belle couldn’t help but fell a sense of sadness.  Steve has called or texted every day but as graduation grew closer, all she could feel was the weight of missing her dad.  As she left her final exam, she messaged Lilia.  

B: I’m going to be in Brooklyn tonight  L: Same Place?  B: Yeah. Feeling it today  L: Be careful.  Call a cab if it gets late  B: Thanks Li.  

Belle took the subway into Brooklyn, headphones in, getting lost in the music.  

Meanwhile, Bucky and Steve made their way to Jersey.  They decided they wanted to surprise Lila and Isabella for the end of finals.  “Can’t believe we’re dating college seniors,” Bucky said with a laugh.  

“I didn’t expect that either but her we are.”  Steve knocked on the door.  

Lila opened the door.  “Mr. Rogers? Bucky, what are you doing here?” 

“We wanted to take you and Belle to dinner,” Bucky explained.  “To celebrate the end of finals.”  

Lila chewed her lip.  “She’s not here.”  Lila looked at the men nervously.  “She went to be alone for a bit.” 

“Where?”  Steve demanded. “Miss Stevens, tell me where she is now!” He took a step towards her.  

“Pal, be calm,” Bucky said, placing himself between them. “We can track her phone. Its fine.”  Bucky tapped on his phone.  “She’s in Brooklyn.  At some piano bar.” 

“Just leave her be,” Lila pleads. “She’s missing her dad and needs a moment alone.  The owner and the bartender know her.  They’ll keep an eye out.  Please?” 

“I have to know she’s ok.”  Steve went downstairs, not waiting for Bucky.  He climbed into a passing cab and gave the address to the only piano bar he knew of in Brooklyn.  

Belle sat in a booth on the side, hiding in the shadows.  She sipped her drink, a coke, not wanting to get list in the alcohol.  

“Next up, we have the extraordinary talents of Belle Davis.”  

Belle got up and went to the piano.  The overhead lights made it impossible to see anyone in the crown but she could still hear them.  But it was what she needed.  To have people hear her but not anyone she cared for.  They would want to help when there isn’t anything they can do.  She touched the keys and played the intro to a song that resonated in her heart.  

I tried to talk to my piano  I tried to talk to my guitar  Talking my imagination  Confided into alcohol  I tried and tried and tried some more  Told secrets ‘til my voice was sore  Tired of empty conversations  ‘cause no one hears them anymore 

She thought back to her dad. Making her practice.  “Belle, you practice and it make it perfect.  Try again.”  

A hundred million stories  And a hundred million songs  I feel stupid when I sing  Nobody’s listening to me  Nobody’s listening  I talk to shooting starts but they always get it wrong  I feel stupid when I pray  So, why am I praying anyway?  When nobody’s listening 

Phil watching her train at kickboxing.  “Don’t pull your punches sweetheart.  The dummy can’t hurt you back.”  

Anyone, please send me anyone  Lord is there anyone  I need someone, oh  Anyone, please send me anyone  Lord, is there anyone?  I need someone.   I used to craze the world’s attention  I think I cried too many times  I just need some more affection  Anything to get me by 

On the last day she saw him.  “Dad, you seem nervous.”  

“Don’t worry sweetheart.  Easy peasy.  I’ll be back in a few days.”  

“Cool, I have a new receipt I want you to try.”  

“Looking forward to it Bell.  Love you.” He kissed her forehead.  

“Love you too Dad.  See you in a few days.”  

A hundred million stories  And a hundred million songs  I feel stupid when I sing  Nobody’s listening to me  Nobody’s listening  I talk to shooting starts   but they always get it wrong  I feel stupid when I pray  Why the fuck  am I praying anyway?  If nobody’s listening  Anyone, please send me anyone  Lord is there anyone  I need someone, oh  Anyone, please send me anyone  Lord, is there anyone?  I need someone  Oh anyone I need anyone  Oh anyone I need someone  A hundred million stories  And a hundred million songs  I feel stupid when I sing  Nobody’s listening to me  Nobody’s listening 

Belle finished her song to loud applause.  She went back to her booth but she was surprised to find it occupied.  “What are you doing here?” 

“Lila told me you went out and I tracked your phone.”  Steve put his face in the light, taking in the obvious tears that were still in Belle’s eyes. But they changed once Steve mentioned that he tracked her phone.  She grabbed her bad and stormed out.  

“Isabella, stop,” as the made it outside  

“You had no right! I’m not your submissive yet.  I still have my free will.” She was angry.  Angry that he had found her and listened to her sing.  Only Lila had ever heard her really and she asked that it be kept a secret.  

“I needed to know you were safe,” Steve said, trying to reason with her.  

“By violating my privacy? I wanted to be alone.  This is hard for me, ok?  I’m all alone on the edge of one of the most important weeks of my life.”  

“You’re not alone!” He grabs her and kisses her.  She pushes him away and slaps him.  

“I’m nothing to you but a potential sex slave! Please leave me alone.”  She runs for the subway but he catches her again.  

“Don’t ever say that again,” Steve growls.  “You mean more to me than you know.  You aren’t a sex slave.”  Belle struggled against him.  “Please sweetheart, stop. Stop.”  He held her closer to him and she kept struggling until she started to sob.  “It’s ok my Belle.  Its alright.” He stroked her hair as she clings to him.  “I’m right here.”  

“I miss him,” she cried.  “He’s supposed to be here.”  She held onto Steve tighter. 

“I know baby, I know.  I’m so sorry.” He kissed her hair, trying to get her to calm down.  

“I can’t do this without him. I don’t know how.”  

“I’ll help you,” Steve whispered. “I’ll be right here.”  He scooped her up and hailed another cab.  He took her to the penthouse.  She was asleep by the time he made it upstairs.  

“Seriously punk,” Bucky started before he saw Belle in his arms.  “Is she ok?” He whispered.  

“No, she’s not. But she will be.  Goodnight, Buck.  You can yell at me in the morning jerk.”  

Steve took her to his room and laid her on the bed.  He carefully took off her clothes and slipped a shirt over her head. He got her under the covers and he stared at her for a moment, taking in her youthful expression, eyes slightly swollen from crying.  He sighed and quickly changed climbing in next to her.  He pulled her close and drifted off to sleep.  

Belle’s alarm awoke her like normal for a Friday.  She stretched until she felt her arm brush up against something warm.  Her eyes snapped open and turned to see Steve’s sleeping face next to her.  She looked to see that she was in Steve’s bedroom. 

She crawled out of bed and head to her room.  She needed to get ready and didn’t have time to go back home and changed.  She looked through the clothing Steve has gotten her, selecting a blue dress with a white sweater and wedges.  She jumped into the shower and came out.  She was startled to see Steve sitting on her bed. “Hi.” 

“Are you ok?” 

“I’m fine.” She fiddled with her towel. “I’m so sorry that I hit you.”  

“Super soldier Belle.  I can take a hit.” He took her hands. “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry that I did that.  I didn’t mean to violate your privacy. I was just worried about you.”  

“I know I’m sorry.  Not a lot of people know I go there.  I just need to get away sometimes.”  

Steve pulled her to his lap. “You are amazing Belle.  Your voice is beautiful.”  

“Thank you.” She nuzzled into his neck and he held her tighter.  

“Stay with me today. We can talk, figure this out.”    

“I can’t. Its my last day at Stark.” She moved to get up but Steve held her close.  “Steve please.” 

“I know, I just… wanted to feel you.  You were so angry and scared yesterday.  Tell me please?” 

“I just miss him.  I don’t even know what happened.  They just said an accident at work and I was taken from my home, my friends.  The bar… he used to go there… the owner knew him.  So, Dad, he used to take me in and I would sing when I was nervous about anything.  Its where I go when I’m scared.”  

Steve closed his eyes, realizing the mistake he made. He took something of her father from her. “Belle, I am so sorry.  Really, truly.  When Lila said you just needed to get away, I didn’t realize it meant that you needed to be closer to your dad.” He kissed her forehead and she turned to look at him.  He leaned in to kiss her, softly at first but then deeper. “Please forgive me Isabella,” he whispered against her lips.  He kissed her again, deeper still, moving her to lay on the bed.  

“Steve, please, we have to stop.  I have to go to work,” Belle gasped not really wanting to let go.  

“I’ll drop you off, plenty of time,” he said between kisses to her neck. His hands moved down to slide up her towel. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”  

“Steve, please,” she wasn’t sure what she was pleading for anymore.  She needed him, her lifeline.  

“What do you want Isabella?” She couldn’t decide so Steve continued to tease, listening to her moan, arching her body to his touch. He undid the towel, allowing him to touch further.  He groaned when he could feel how aroused she was. He swirled his fingers on her clit and picked up some of her nectar on his fingers and brought them to mouth.  

Isabella watched him and felt the fire in her belly grow.  “Steve, please, fuck me,” she pleaded, reasoning gone out the window, responsibilities trampled on the floor.  

Steve smiled as he ran his nose down the length of hers. He ghosted her lips and said, “watch your language young lady.” He reached down and pulled his sweats and boxers down and was in her in no time.  She gasped at the sudden fullness and cried out.  He worked her hard, lifting her legs to wrap around her waist so he could go deeper.  

He reached to play with her clit at she cried out more and more, the overwhelming desire flashing white in her eyes.  “Let go Isabella.” Steve could feel himself ready to let go but wouldn’t until she did.  She needed to know that she was first in his eyes, always.  He leaned to suck on one of her nipples and that was her undoing.  She clenched around him, sucking him in.  Steve pumped a few more times before he pulled out and cummed on her belly, remembering at the last second that he hasn’t put a condom on.  

Only the sounds of their heavy breathing punctuated the room.  Steve got up and got a washcloth to clean Belle up.  He was gentle, worried he crossed another line.  He laid down next to her.  “I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t be. I wanted that too.”  She kissed him gently. “Please don’t tell anyone about my secret ok?”  

“I’ll never tell.” He brushed a hair away. “C’mon, get ready.  I’ll get you some coffee and take you work.  Tonight, we’ll talk and some other things,” he said flashing a wicked grin.  

Isabella walking into the Avengers Tower and headed up to her desk.  She took everything in, not sure when she would see it all again.  

“How was finals?” 

Belle jumped and turned to see Tony standing next to her desk. “Mr. Stark, hi.”  She fidgeted between her feet.  “They were fine.  Should have the results on Monday.”  

“Good, that’s good.  I hope you had time to study between your galas.” Tony inspected the girl.  

Belle flushed.  “I’m always studying Mr. Stark.  I have a position at MSA in the fall.  I start training in a month. So I need to keep on my toes.”  

“Congratulations.  I’m glad to see you focus on your career. And not on your non-existent boyfriend.” He started to walk away.  

“I’m sorry, is there a problem Mr. Stark?”  Belle could see he had something else he wanted to say.  

“Nothing Belle.  Schedule in a few?” 

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” She started up her computer and saw an email from Steve.  

From: [email protected]  To: [email protected]    Subject: Last Day  Congratulation on finishing your internship.  I made us reservations for dinner at 8. Bucky will take you to the apartment to pick up whatever you need and bring you back.  I have a meeting at 630 so I will meet you at the restaurant.  Call me if you need me.   Steven Rogers  CEO, Grant Industries 

Belle smiled and was quick to reply.  

From: [email protected]  To: [email protected]  Subject: Last Day  Looking forward to it Mr. Rogers. Please let Bucky know that I am off early today at 4PM. Lila will be home if that is an incentive. Thank you for this morning.   Isabella Davis  Intern to Tony Stark  CEO, Stark Industries 

Belle heard a huff behind her and saw Tony looking over her shoulder.  “So, he is a boyfriend?” 

“Not that it’s any of your business Mr. Stark but yes he is.”  She wasn’t sure why she said it but the look she got from Tony and his tone made her defensive.  

“You should stay away from him Belle.  He’s not good enough for you.”  

“What I do in my private life is my business.”  Isabella stood up. “And you have no right to have an opinion on it!” She shouted, drawing the attention of the other person on the floor, his wife.  

“Tony, leave her alone.  We talked about this.  She has every right to see whomever she wants,” Pepper scolded.  She turned to Isabella.  “I’m sorry Belle.  Umm, could you get the reports from legal for us.  We have a meeting in 20.”  

“Not a problem Mrs. Stark.  I’ll be right back.”  She glared at Tony and left.  

Pepper turned to her husband. “Tony, seriously, what the hell was that?” 

“Nothing.”  

“Petulance gets you nowhere.”  

“I don’t want to see her get hurt.  She’s a target if she gets seen with him.” 

“Why would she be a target?” Pepper looked confused.  

“Doesn’t matter.” Tony shook his head. He walked into his office and closed the door. 

NEXT

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Love Bites: Chapter 11

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It was no secret between Def Leppard and Ultraviolet that Joe and Y/N were seeing each other. They decided however, not to let members of the crew find out, mostly to protect Y/N’s reputation as she was still technically with Doug. 

The two of them spent every moment they could together, Joe even went on Ultraviolet’s tour bus a few times. When he was there, Tammy noticed the difference in her best friend’s behaviour, Y/N was more outgoing and confident around Joe. Everyone could see it.

However, Y/N had been so caught up in Joe that she had forgotten to call Doug in days. She was dreading the next phone call to him, having to pretend that everything was okay between them and that she wasn’t seeing Joe. Doug was already suspicious that Y/N was cheating on him and she had no idea how to hide that she was.

When they finally stopped at the next venue, Y/N decided to bite the bullet and call Doug.

“Where are you off to love?” Joe asked as Y/N wiggled her way out of his arms.

“I have to call Doug.”

Joe smiled sadly at her. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“I would say yes but I can’t let him know that I am with you and when you’re around I can’t stop smiling. He’ll hear it in my voice.” Y/N told him.

“Okay sweetheart. You know where I am.” Joe gave her hand a squeeze before letting go of her so she could call Doug. 

When Y/N dialled the familiar number, she was met with the answer phone. It was a bit of a shock to her because she didn’t realise that they had one, but she just shrugged it off that Doug had gotten one so he wouldn’t miss calls when he was out. Y/N left a short message on the phone before hanging up and returning to Joe.

“That was quick.” Joe spoke as he accepted her back into his hold.

“No answer.” She told him plainly before leaning up to peck his lips. Joe deepened the kiss, pulling her close to him by her waist. However, they were interrupted by mock gagging.

“My poor innocent eyes.” Phil joked covering his face and pretending to bump into things. Steve followed behind with uncontrollable laughter.

“There’s nothing innocent about your eyes Phillip.” Joe told him, slightly annoyed that they had been interrupted. Phil just looked at him in mock offence before he too burst out laughing. The two guitarists then left the room, off to who knows where, leaving Joe and Y/N alone again.

“We best get ready.” Y/N whispered as Joe moved to connect their lips again.

“Yeah, in a minute.” Joe then moved forward to kiss her again before eventually pulling away. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

*

A few days later they were in California. The one thing Y/N found about touring was that she was always so tired after spending nights on the bus. Nothing could take her excitement away, but she looked forward to the times she could spend either in a hotel or naps backstage if they arrived early.

California was better than Y/N could’ve imagined, Apparently Johnny was excited too because much like on the plane to America, he hadn’t shut up. Y/N wished that she could’ve joined Def Leppard on their bus just to get away from the over excited drummer. Their first Californian show was in Irvine. They were performing there for two nights before going to San Diego. 

Y/N still hadn’t managed to get a hold of Doug. She had tried to work out time zones so that she wouldn’t end up calling when he was asleep or at work but she could never seem to catch him. It wasn’t until after their first show in Irvine that she found out why.

Once Ultraviolet finished their set, like always they showered up and went back to watch Def Leppard perform. Y/N felt off for some reason. She felt like there was something different about this particular show compared to all the ones they had done before. It wasn’t until Gavin came around the corner that she realised what. 

“Look who I found.” The Ultraviolet manager announced unenthusiastically.

“Hello Y/N.”

*

Tammy had kindly said that she would tell everyone where Y/N had gone whilst she went to talk to Doug. 

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, obviously annoyed with her boyfriend’s presence.

“What, you're not happy to see me?” Doug asked with a smug grin on his face. He knew that Y/N didn’t want him on tour and he took much joy in the fact that he had given her no choice.

“How did you even know we were performing here tonight?”

“Well a guy from work mentioned about how his cousin had tickets to the first show in California so I booked a few days off of work and got last minute tickets. Though you should probably refund me, being your boyfriend and all.”

“That’s why you haven’t been answering.” Y/N said more to herself than anyone else.

“Anyway, aren’t you gonna hug me or something.”

“No. You should have told me you were coming. We have no room for an extra person. Or the money to accommodate them.”

“Not even me?” Doug asked with a faux pout.

“No. Not a single other partner has come along on tour. Not one person has invited themselves along either. What makes you so different?” 

“I need to keep an eye on you.”

“What?”

“Well it’s obvious Y/N. You don’t want me here so that you can sleep with whoever you want. I’m here to stop that from happening.”

“Is everything alright out here?” Y/N looked back and saw Joe make his way towards them. She could feel the nervous sweat pouring down her brow.

“Everything is fine. Isn’t it Y/N.” Doug wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She quickly moved away from him and closer to Joe. Not close enough though in her opinion.

“Actually it isn’t. Doug I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what?”

“This. You followed me halfway across the world to check on me, after I told you not to come. You dragged me out of a pub because you got embarrassed. You couldn’t even be happy for me when I started to get modelling jobs and that's only to name a few things.” Y/N took a deep breath. “I can’t do this anymore. We’re over.”

“You don’t get to decide that.” Doug laughed.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t get to decide we’re over. Not after everything I’ve done for you.”

“This isn’t up for discussion Doug.”

Doug took a threatening step forward, however Joe stepped in the way. Up until that point he had kept quiet but he couldn’t let this idiot near Y/N.

“You heard her. Go.”

“Fine, I’ll go. But you're not getting anything out of my flat.” Doug tried to aggravate Y/N.

Before she could answer, Joe beckoned over security that the venue had and told them to ‘get rid’. 

“Let’s go find Tammy love.” Joe encouraged her and moved her back to the green room. 

After Def Leppard found out that Doug was there, they all gathered to wait for Y/N to come back. When her and Joe entered, Y/N immediately burst into tears in Tammy’s arms. Joe filled everyone in on everything.

“I’ll get my sister to get your stuff out of the flat before Doug gets back. Spare key still in the same place?” Tammy asked her as she passed the crying girl over to Joe so she could phone her sister. Y/N just simply nodded as she cried in Joe’s arms. 

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4 | Bam's job

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Family problems

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"I gotta take Phil out. You wanna come with?" Raab asks walking into my door way with a a big smile.

"No, because he's gonna try to go everywhere for food and they're gonna tell him no. And going to different places I'm gonna want something but can't because I'll be with him. Bam said they aren't aloud to give us food if we're with him." I explain cleaning up my room.

"You suck. I don't wanna be alone with him." He complains.

"I know and you aren't alone... you have the camera guy and crew with you." I smile over at him. "Whose after you though?"

"Dico, Dunn, then Don Vito. You still suck." He leaves my room.

To seem busy during the day I clean the house up just to please my mom since she hates when the house is even last a tad dirty. When I was finally done I see Ryan show up for his shift to watch my dad. "What are you making?" He walks over to me after clocking in.

"Coffee, and I can because Dico is out there eating in front of my dad." I say putting the sugar in stirring it.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He takes my cup going outside and Dico leaves.

"I didn't make that for you!" I shout towards the door making myself another cup then join them outside.

"

Are you going to the concert with them?" My dad asks as I move the bag of chips away from his reach.

"Yes/No" Ryan and me look at each other.

"I'm not going." I tell him.

"Why? It's not like you have anything else to do."

"You really are gonna trust Vito alone with him? Two fatties who eat constantly?" I laugh getting a hard slap from my dad.

"Watch your mouth, young lady." He gives me a look.

I stare at him shocked why I get hit for what I said when Bam gets away with every rude thing he says to him. "Sorry, Phil." I stand up going back inside.

"Why are you pissed off?" Bam asks walking into the kitchen.

"Phil." I bump past him.

"Did you just call your father Phil?" My mom asks as I pass her.

"Yes, April." I go up the stairs to my room looking through my clothes.

-

"She never calls you both by your names." Bam looks at his mom, who was surprised by the sudden name call. Bam goes outside to see Ryan bitching to Phil about hitting Annabelle. "You hit Anna, why?" Bam asks his dad.

"She called me and Don Vito fatties who eat constantly." Phil tells him while Ryan gives him a dirty look.

"I call you fat all the time!" Bam finds the reasoning stupid.

"But she never does so it's disrespectful." Phil tells him.

"You didn't have to hit her." Bam goes back inside jogging up to his sisters room. When he opens the door he sees her dressed up. "Where are you going?" He eyes her.

"Out." She goes to do her makeup.

"Out where?" He walks all the way into her room.

"Out and about. Most likely a bar. Somewhere were Phil won't be."

"Stop saying his name it's weird hearing it come from you. That's my job not yours." He tells her.

"Boohoo." She stands up grabbing her bag.

"You're leaving now? It's not even five yet." He says as she passes him.

"I can go out to eat." She jogs down the stairs. "I'll be back later." She shouts going out the door.

"Where is she going?" April asks Bam.

"Out to eat then a bar." Bam goes back outside.

"Where is she going?" Ryan asks watching Annabelle drive off fast.

"Eat then the bar."

"Why didn't you just asked her to come with us to the show?" Ryan asks thinking it's better if she was with them pissed off then out alone.

"She had her mind made up."

-

When I got to a small restaurant I take a seat alone looking through the menu. When the waiter comes over he takes a seat across from me. "Phil's not around is he?" I look up to see an old friend from school.

"He's at home and I plan on eating here so you can serve me."

"How have you been? How was Ireland?" He leans back in he seat.

"Good and good. Lived there for most of my years away then stayed in LA for a few months mostly with someone since I was staying in the worst place." I explain to him. "Oh and you can start me off with water." I smile at him.

"Yes, ma'am." He gets up going to get me a water then brings it back to I tell him what I want to eat.

While I eat he sits down having a conversation with me, eating my fries from time to time. When I was done he said he was getting off his shift, so he asked if he could tag along with me to the bar. I of course said yes because it would be nice to talked to someone than being alone.

"You know I never believed Austin." Adam tells me after a few rounds and hours of drinking.

"Could have fooled me. You didn't talk to me after he started the lies."

"The dick is my cousin and my whole family didn't want anything to do with you. He said if he saw me talking to you he'd tell my parents." He tells me crap.

"A good friend wouldn't care what their parents thought. The only person who was on my side from the moment lies were being told and me not having to say my side was Ryan. And you know what? That's all that matters to me. Because to be honest he was the only person, who I honestly cared about how they thought and saw me." I say finishing my last drink.

"You only cared because you were in love with idiot." He says as I stand up after paying for my drinks.

"I wasn't in love with him." I turn to leave.

"Yes, you were. Anytime I asked you to hangout, or what did you do, and shit... Dunn's name always came out of your mouth." He follows me out.

"He's my brothers best friend, who was and still around everyday, and I hung out with my brother. Plus Ryan was my friend too." I stop at my car.

"Let me rephrase it... Dunn's name always came out of your mouth with a smile and blushed cheeks."

"Why does it matter if I liked him or not? You sound jealous which is stupid because back then I told you I didn't like you like that. I still don't." I get in my car driving home.

When I get home is we it was packed and looked like Bam invited the whole concert. "Excuse me. Excuse me. Get the fuck out of my way!" I try to make my way through a small crowd of people standing around my car since they only moved for me to park.

"Annabelle!" I hear Ryan shout my name then him run over to me. "You've been gone for about seven hours?"

"So what? Is it not like me? Is it Bam's job?" I ask in a mocking tone. "Guess what? I don't fucking care!" I snap shoving past him.

"It's about time you got home." My mom crosses her arms at me.

"Don't give me shit for going out all night when fucking Bam brings this bullshit here. I'm aloud to have fun too, Ape. You always let him get away with shit but never me! You pulled me aside and chew me out every time I did something like Bam. I was raise to care about school, and luckily I was just smart to where I didn't really have to try. I had to do chores in order to even go outside with Bam... while he never had a single one. The list can go on. And now I get in trouble for using your names when he's been using them for years! You three are one of the three reasons I moved away and I only came back because of some abusive dick." I snap letting all the words leave my drunken mouth before going to my room.

Since it was so loud downstairs, I grab the bat from behind my door swinging it at the wall repeatedly till the anger was out of me.

- - - : It's been months since you left but I keep thinking about you. Wished you stayed longer. Sorry I'm drunk and came across your name in my phone.

I read the message as my phone went off.

Annie: I'm drunk too but I should have taken your offer.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 28 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 29

Summary : Loki reveals some truth about his disturbing past on Asgard.

Warning : mentions of cheating. It's an Au btw keep that in mind.

You slept in that freezer that night, holding him close to you. When you woke up you realized that it was Sunday and you would be able to enjoy the whole day with him. Just the two of you, Cat was still at Phil's so you decided to pick her up in the evening.

When he opened his eyes, he rubbed it with the back of his hand, he always did that and you found it really adorable. He looked at your disheveled state and it made him blush. He really ripped the dress he got for you, but then he didn't feel too upset about it. He'd buy you everything you'd ever need.

"Cold? Want me to warm you little kitten?" He whispered softly as he snuggled you into him, your heart soared at the gentleness, you have never been treated with such care.

"Mmm yes please, you know it's Sunday today?" He lifted his head up to look at you and smiled. The day just got more blessed for him.

"A whole day with my darling girl? That makes me happy sweetheart" you giggled and after cuddling for a few minutes, he picked you up so you could both get showered.

"We have ruined that freezer, I don't think that can be returned ever again" he chuckled as you said that. You didn't want to cook so you ordered a pizza. That wasn't the healthiest idea but it was Sunday and you just wanted to indulge a little.

You both were on the couch, you had your head down on his lap, the greatest hits album by Queen was playing on the cassette player. He was caressing your scalp with his fingers and your fingers played with the marks on his chest, he purred every time you touched a sensitive spot, sometimes you did miss the time you had spent with him in the beginning of your relationship. He didn't speak but somehow that never made you feel as if something was missing.

You noticed that he was lost in his thoughts so you sat up, looped your arm around his neck, and placed your head down on his shoulder

"What's bothering you bluey?" You mumbled softly while your fingers played with the marks and veins of his forearms.

"How do you know? I did not say anything" he smiled and that made you smile too.

"You don't have to say it, you never had to speak to me for me to hear you, remember?" His eyes teared up as he heard that.

"Mmhmm I am just.. thinking about Stark" you looked at him as you sensed the worry and fear in his voice.

"About him hurting me?" He looked down, pulled you on his lap and pressed his head down on your chest

"That yes, I don't want anyone to take you away from me again, what if I am not there darling? What if I fail to protect you?" his voice was so small, so meak in your ears so you grabbed the back of his neck and made him look at you

"You can never fail, never. I just don't understand people like Stark, why can't they just leave you alone?" you kissed his forehead and he wrapped his arms around your waist

"They want me because I'm different, they detest me but at the same time they know what I am capable of, they know that I'm useful, usable, humans want to own everything beneficial to them" you nodded as he said that. His words bothered you alot you because you didn't want him to lose his faith in mankind after what has happened. Sure there were bad horrible people like Stark and Rogers, but there were also people like Phil, Bruce and Natasha.

"Was it like this on Asgard too? Or different. Do you have more people like you there?" He shook his head then he chuckled.

"Asgard? No there aren't more like me on Asgard, they are on a different realm though" you looked at him perplexed.

"Different realm? Which one?"

"Jotunheim" you hummed as he said that.

"So you are from jotunheim?" You got really confused because he told you that he was from Asgard. He never mentioned Jotunheim before. Sometimes it was really hard for you to believe that you were actually having such a conversation with a man that was blue and could do magic. If you had to explain all of this to someone you didn't think you'd be able to.

"I am ..it's complicated darling" he mumbled and you could see that he was trying to avoid the subject. He didn't really like talking about his home and his past.

"You can share whenever you are ready, okay?" He nodded as you said that. He really wanted to tell you everything, but he didn't know how. He lived a certain life for thousand years and then it was all taken away from him, though he was raised hiding behind the shadow of Thor, he knew there was one person that loved him entirely. His mother. All of it was lies though, nobody loved him. Not even Frigga. He was just a pawn, just a child that nobody wanted or cared for.

You hugged him tightly and when you heard the knock on the door you got up from his lap. Pizza with the tea that he made was delicious. He kept thinking about his past, he had tried to forget everything, tried to move on from the betrayal, lies and all the pain that came with it but it always was there in the back of his mind. You never forget the incidents that changes the course of your life.

While you were making lunch, he held you from behind and kept you close, you were the only thing keeping him calm after everything that has happened in past few months. He changed his form so he was able to tolerate the heat much better.

You made him taste the sauce you were making for the pasta and he moaned in response, that was enough.

"You ripped the dress I wanted to keep it" you giggled and he smiled.

"I shall get you another my kitten"

The pet name always made you flush. Ever since yesterday he was only thinking of your safety, he cannot let anyone harm you again. If he have to follow you to work and back then he will do it without a qualm. After lunch you laid down on the bed with him. You wanted to know about his past but you didn't want to force him, you wanted him to open up on his time and all of a sudden he started to speak.

"I had a father and a mother, King of Asgard, the all father, the god Odin was my father. Frigga the goddess of love, Queen of Asgard was my mother" the way he used the past tense in his sentences didn't give you a good feeling about this. You still had a hard time believing that these people actually existed somewhere.

"Thor, the god of thunder, first born of Odin, his heir for the throne was my brother"

"Thor exists?" You looked at him wide eyed and he nodded.

"I, Loki, the god of mischief and chaos, used to be the youngest prince of Asgard" and all of a sudden it all made sense. The way he talked and carried himself with so much grace was proof of his royal upbringing.

"What happened to you bluey? you can talk to me, you know that right?" He nodded and his grip on your waist got tighter.

"I was always raised with a belief that I was born to be a King and so was Thor but ever since I remember, Thor was the son my father wanted. He didn't care about me as much as he cared about Thor, I wasn't strong or muscular enough according to asgardian standards. It's a place full of men who are always ready for a brawl and would lead the war for the smallest disagreements" you caressed his cheeks and hummed in response, you were trying to process everything.

"The natives of Jotunheim, the frost giants were our scorned enemies, we both were raised to believe that frost giants were monsters, out to harm us and all the realms and it was upto us to keep them from destroying all the realms. I was raised to hate them, my own kind, I wasn't a full asgardian you see" your eyes flickered with anger as you heard him. Did they not tell him that he was adopted? Why would they allow him to hate his own kind.

"What do you mean Blu?" You asked him softly and his eyes teared up but he continued.

"When I turned a thousand year old, I got extremely sick. Hot weather always bothered me, but never like that, it never hurt me so drastically. I didn't know what was happening. I was lost, confused, I wasn't getting any better. I was also very–umm concupiscent" you scrunched your brows as he said that.

"What does that mean?" You perched yourself on your elbows while the fingers of your other hand caressed his cheek

"Very lustful, sexually stimulated all the time" your mouth opened in a meak oh as you realised what he meant

"I had this overwhelming urge to mate with someone, that has never happened to me, not even when I was adulting so i fornicated with half of Asgard, I'm not proud of it but I was trying to cure myself, the matter was too embarrassing to bring up to a healer but nothing worked. I would feel a temporary relief but it didn't go away, I was still ill, so I approached my mother and asked her if Thor went through the same thing on his thousandth birthday, the look on her face gave it away, that's when I knew that something wasn't right with me"

His eyes teared up more and the tears fell so you wiped them away quickly.

"I was in heat because I was half a frost giant, that's what giants go through when they turn a millenium"

"Half a frost giant?" You asked him confused as it didn't make any sense to you.

"I was born out of a love affair between my mother Frigga and the king of Jotunheim, laufey. Not the Odinson, I was laufeyson, I always was, they all knew, Odin knew, that's why he never cared of me"

Your eyes widened as you heard that. And for a moment you wished that it was the end of the revelation but the whole truth was even uglier.

What they did to him after that was something you wouldn't even wish on your worst enemy. They had him for a millenium and they threw him out as soon as he became a minor inconvenience.

He was just a pawn for them, birthed and raised for a purpose.

A purpose that he swore to never fulfill.

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[vernxnsfool]

Seventeen as Despicable Me Characters

Seungcheol as Margo

protectors/leaders of their younger siblings

outspoken

stands/speaks up for others

nice but will fight you if you mess w her sisters.

Jeonghan as scarlet overkill

i mean what else can i say

fashion sense: check

villain: check

what more do you need

joshua as dave

plays the guitar

gets action ( but only in his daydream’s)

(same)

jun as Agnes

sweetheart

isn’t the baby in svt but gives baby energy (EXCEPT FOR LIMBO LIKE WHAT)

makes weird noises

does weird things

but all while being really really cute

hoshi as vector

dork

looks good in flashy colors

has a fascination for literal deadly animals

like man’s legit has SHARKS in his FLOOR

wonu: edith

does this need an explanation lol

woooooooooZi as gru

tries to be macho tough guy but is actually a softie when he loves you

K of D(eez nuts) as lucy

LIPSTICK TAZERRRRR

don’t tell me you can’t see dk doing that omg

pretty

looks good in blue

sweetheart

beanpole: Tim

tallest minion

some of y’all might argue antonio but HARD MINGYU IS A SHOW

mINGYU IS A PUPPY.

case closed.

hao: kyle

will fight you

but also will love you

booyonce: Phil (maid outfit)

gets into character so well

vernooooooooooon: Carl

siren, siren, siren, wey-oh wey-oh

yes my only reasoning for this is back it up.

t-rex: antonio?

might be young but man’s has game.

dancing king.

back to masterlist

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[oncasette]

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂 + 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 single dad phil wenneck & nanny reader

summer shifts

summary: 0.6k

“god, baby, do you… not know how hot you are?” he asks, leaving the word baby to rumble around at the back of your skull as he continues. “you make me feel fucking crazy. every day.”

or the one where phil gives into his needs. specifically the ones that involve his kids' nanny.

warnings: suggestive content (no real smut), implied age gap, power dynamic

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“thanks again, you’re a lifesaver.” 

he says it as he shuts his daughter’s door. it’d been a fight to put her down, for the both of you, leaving a thin sheen of sweat coating your upper lip and a tiny, foot-shaped bruise in your hip. 

“it’s my job,” you say, brushing him off and wiping a hand across your face to get rid of at least a little bit of the sweat. you still smell like the chlorine of the rec pool you’d taken ella and her older brother to earlier that day. 

“no, it’s more than that,” he says. “honest. You help out so much, i don’t think i’d be able to handle them at all by myself. especially ells.”

“she’s a special one,” you hum and the bruise burns a bit hotter as you begin your descent down the stairs. phil follows behind you, hand lingering centimeters behind yours on the wooden railing. 

You stumble when you reach the bottom stair, breath caught in the back of your throat as phil’s hands find your waist to prevent him from toppling you over further. You’d think after all the years you’d worked for him, after all the time you’d spent in his house, that you’d get used to him. To the way his voice sounded, the way his hands felt as they innocently brushed past your hands. Or, accidentally, your hips. 

“careful,” he says, though you could swear he nearly purrs it. his voice had dropped from the soft tone he’d held outside his daughter’s room. it was fuller now, raspier. and somehow, without you noticing it, he’d stepped down that final step and had pressed the weight of himself into your back. 

“sorry,” you squeak out. 

“no need to be sorry, sweetheart,” he says. he’s so warm you can feel heat emanating off of him in waves. 

“sorry, i-”

“hey, what’d i say about the sorry thing, huh,” he says and he presses himself so far into you you have to take a shuffle step forward to keep yourself from completely faceplanting. 

“mr. wenneck-” 

he cuts you off with a soft shhh, “call me phil, yeah? you’ve known me long enough.”

“phil,” you say. he hums in approval, nodding against the side of your head as his forehead lands against your shoulder. you’re nearly shivering in his hold, the outline of his half-hard cock poking into the small of your back. 

“god, you drive me up the fucking wall.” he balls up the fabric of your sundress in one his hands. “always in these little dresses or…” 

he shudders as he presses further into you. a chill runs up your spine as his chest rumbles with a groan. 

“i’m just the nanny,” you nearly whimper as his hold on you tightens.

“god, baby, do you… not know how hot you are?” he asks, leaving the word baby to rumble around at the back of your skull as he continues. “you make me feel fucking crazy. every day.”

You feel his knees knocking into the backs of your legs, surging you forward the couple feet it takes to reach his bedroom–the one room in the house you hadn’t yet been afforded the luxury of being in. your brain is beyond fuzzy, within the span of a couple minutes you’d gone from getting ready to gather the rest of your belongings to leave for the day to panting in the door frame of your boss’ bedroom, with his king sized bed and his unmade sheets and his lips moving dangerously close to the shell of your ear. 

“phil.” “let me show you what you do to me, hm?” 

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Revenge Masterlist

Annoying Neighbors - amazingdanielhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil get revenge on their noisy neighbors.

Beautiful Liar (ao3) - withawhimper

Summary: A devastating revelation from a cute stranger sitting in the bar where Dan is supposed to be meeting his boyfriend rocks Dan's world- but it turns out that might not be such a bad thing

Criminal - botanistlester

Summary: Medieval AU. Daniel Howell is a nonviolent sweetheart who adores his mother and sister, living peacefully until the day the Marcella Kingdom guards show up in his home, telling him he has murdered a citizen. His penalty? Death. But that is interrupted by a supposedly extinct creature, leading the infamous criminal, Philip Lester, to save him.

Don’t Sext In Class - mairieuxes

Summary: Some boredom there and then some revenge here. Basically, Phil reads Dan’s sexts to him in front of his class.

False Hope - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan is determined to find a wanted outlaw to bring back honor to his father’s business; Phil, a wanted outlaw, steals from Dan’s father’s business to pay off a debt; the mess of revenge that comes along with it; and why each side of the story matters. (Taken place in 1860 America, if you don’t mind.)

Festive AF (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Phil is turned on by Dan in his pink "Festive AF" shirt. He also gets his revenge for Dan tricking him into buying the elf.

I've Got A Dark Alley (ao3) - drxpdead

Summary: Dan and Phil are strangers who meet while trashing their ex-boyfriend's car - who cheated on them with each other

Live show revenge (ao3) - ALeeHolmes

Summary: Dan gets revenge on Phil during a live show and ends up outing them ;)

ludus (ao3) - hamartiawrites

Summary: Dan won't stop teasing Phil about his baby videos, and Phil's determined to get his revenge. (Or the fic where Dan does have existing baby videos, except the only family member who remembers has given them to Phil.)

Protective Punk (ao3) - WordsAblaze

Summary: Dan and Phil are on the run when Dan’s rival shows up to get revenge, through Phil… A Pastel!Phil and Punk!Dan phan oneshot.

Purple Hair and Revenge - daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn

Summary: Dan chalks Phil’s hair when Phil attempts to wash it out.

Revenge Is Sweet (ao3) - danteasers

Summary: Phil’s girlfriend breaks up with him, and to make her jealous Dan and Phil go to some extremes that make them question their feelings about each other.

Revenge Is The Sweetest Thing (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan finds out his boyfriend PJ is cheating on him with a guy called Phil Lester, after getting in contact with Phil he finds out about two other men that his boyfriend is cheating on him with, Ben and Andy. The four of them meet and plan to get revenge on PJ for what he has done, by embarrassing him in many different ways, filming it and uploading it to YouTube. But what happens then if Dan and Phil fall in love along the way?

The Nut Fic (ao3) - Cougar88

Summary: Dan teaches Phil never to eat his Crunchy Nut again.

The Weird Neighbour (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan has just moved into a new flat when he has an odd and awkward exchange with his new neighbour who then makes a YouTube video about it. Dan's friend finds the video and sends it to Dan who vows to get his revenge by being the weirdest, strangest neighbour that this Phil guy would ever meet. Turns out he got more than revenge.

This Isn’t You (ao3) - furryphil

Summary: Phil just wants to know who Dan really is. He isn’t like the rest of the football team, who bully people and harass girls. He’s hiding something from everyone, something that maybe isn’t as bad as he thinks it is. But Dan doesn’t know how to stand up for himself and the memory of how painfully lonely he was keeps him on the team.a series of unfortunate events (that slowly turn into fortunate ones) may change that, however.

Too Bad You Love Me (ao3) - doodlelester

Summary: After a relationship gone wrong, Dan Howell seeks revenge, and it’s going to be bloody.

Until Dawn (ao3) - CorinBlue

Summary: Killer!AU After a tragic event leaves Dan unable to function in society, he starts killing to exact his revenge. Then he meets Phil, a government assassin with the same target as him. Will they be able to end their target before they’re caught or will their distrust of each other tear them apart?

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[themculibrary]

Under 1K Fics Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: January 21st, 2024

part one

A Binge-Fueled Reveal (ao3) - camichats tony/sam G

Summary: The thing about being in a secret relationship with Tony Stark was that he often forgot their relationship was hidden when he was tired.

Chronic Pain (ao3) - Golden_Asp phil/tony G

Summary: Tony took a hit during the last battle and the pain from the reactor flares up. Phil takes care of him.

Cracked Edges (ao3) - songofdefiance bruce/natasha G

Summary: Neither of them need to have this moment, but they do.

doghouse (ao3) - thangam steve/tony, bucky/natasha/sam G

Summary: Tony scrubbed a hand over his face. “Start from the beginning. Like you’d explain to Thor. Drunk Thor.”

Steve winced at the volume. “Really it’s not my fault, Nat’s the one who-”

Tony cleared his throat impatiently. “That doesn’t sound like an explanation. At all. Please explain to me, slowly, as to why Captain America is sitting in a fucking jail cell with his best buddies.”

Handful (ao3) - thangam steve/tony T

Summary: Steve ran his thumb over the apple of Tony’s cheek, smirking as he caught sight of the hickey blossoming right under his jaw. Steve moved slowly, carefully to not wake the omega wake up and disturb his much-required sleep, before padding quietly to the bathroom to use the toilet and brush his teeth.

He heard footsteps and the door opening with a click as Tony walked in sometime in and wrapped his arms around Steve’s slim waist. “Hurgh,” he mumbled against Steve’s back.

Steve laughed and spit into the sink, “You alright, sweetheart?” before turning so that Tony was caged in against the bathroom counter. Tony leaned back gratefully against Steve’s chest, croaking out, “I feel thoroughly used.”

Marching Orders (ao3) - AuroraMarie2310 bucky/tony G

Summary: The team lets off some steam, and Tony and Bucky get a clue.

or;

With some inappropriate use of truth serum and a silly game of truth or day, Tony and Bucky finally figure things out.

me and my arrows (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/tony N/R

Summary: Clint gets injured during a mission, and his alpha is not happy about it.

Nothing a warm hug can’t fix (and get you out of the blues) (ao3) - ScarletPotter tony/stephen G

Summary: Peter gets scared during a thunderstorm. It's his dads to the rescue.

On Your Knees (ao3) - InkDippedFingertips tony/stephen E

Summary: Tony giving Stephen a blow job.

Opposite Sides (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor tony/sam G

Summary: Tony and Sam are secretly dating, and things get complicated when the Accords come around.

quick sand (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony E

Summary: Tony sobs, as his brain and body cry for his alpha, and slick leaks copiously down his thighs. Christ he wants Steve.

Rules of Courting (ao3) - ifeelbetter clint/sam N/R

Summary: Clint and Sam are trying to date. Avengers keep getting in the way.

sleepy boys (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor thor/sam G

Summary: Sam is reunited with Thor at his big "Becoming Captain America" party, and decide to take a little nap together because they're both sleepy boys.

The Hawk And The Falcon (fanfiction.net) - ozhawk clint/sam T

Summary: What happened when Hawkeye met The Falcon. As seen through the eyes of Steve Rogers. Rated T for language, but otherwise reasonably kid-safe.

you did good, kid (ao3) - cinnamontoastcronch T

Summary: Post-Homecoming Vulture Fight

—-

Peter wanted this to feel more like a win.

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[mcyt-peach]

the harvest party

*:･ﾟ summary: after the annual harvest party, Sapnap decides some relaxation is in order

*:･ﾟ pairing: cc!sapnap x gn!reader

*:･ﾟ warnings: none

*:･ﾟ note: Sapnap is such a sweetheart I just know he'd do the most romantic stuff without even realizing it

*:･ﾟ series masterlist

The Harvest Party happened at the end of every summer, when the temperatures started to dip and all the honey had been brought up from the hives. This was your first year working the Harvest Party, and while it was hard work, the event mostly went off without a hitch.

The day ended and after cleaning up the store and taking out the trash, you were ready to lock up and relax. The keys turned to lock up the front door when you heard shouts and laughter coming from the side of the building.

A small firepit sat in the center of the group, lighting up their smiling faces. Sapnap turned to look at you, waving you over to his side.

You were never sure why you couldn’t resist Sapnap. Maybe it was his kind demeanor or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, but you found yourself walking towards the crowd.

Sapnap lifted his arm and you settled under it, before he wrapped it back around you. You’re distantly aware when he looks at you that his face was far too flushed to be just the heat of the fire.

Before you could chime into whatever conversation your coworkers were having, Sapnap tucks his chin in to talk to you. “How was your day, sweetheart.”

There was a time when you were convinced he called you the pet name just to annoy you. But as time passed and you got to know him better, it became clear he was just a flirt.

Letting out the sigh you’d been holding all day, you relaxed further into his shoulder, ready to recount your hectic shift. “I guess it was good, very busy, but good. Still, you wouldn’t believe how many people tried to order at the register. I mean, there’s a sign that tells them to order outside!”

He huffs out a light laugh, still keeping quiet enough to not disturb the others. “Seems like you need a break then, huh?”

You hum in agreement, getting ready to settle into his side before you’re jostled out of position. He stands and looks back at you, telling you to follow without saying any words.

Sapnap leads you towards the biggest barn and you furrow your brows in confusion. The moon barely reaches the barn and Sapnap disappears inside it.

“Sap, if this is some prank, I’ll tell Dream about the time you rolled down the hill into a hive.” You can hear him laugh to your side before a click catches your attention.

Suddenly, the barn is bathed in the warm glow of the twinkle lights wrapped around its beams. Everything looks golden under the light and all the farm equipment is cleared from the floor.

The sound of crackling draws your eyes away from the ceiling. Sapnap stands hunched over by an old radio, trying to coax some sound out of it.

An old love song finds its way through the static and he turns towards you with an accomplished smile. He makes his way to the center of the floor, where you stand, holding out a hand for you to take.

Fighting down your blush, you place your hand in his. His movements are slow, like he’s trying not to frighten you.

He looks at your face, waiting for you to meet his eyes before he puts a hand on your waist. He leads you around to the slow beat of the song and somewhere in your swaying you find the courage to place your hand on his shoulder.

“Phil had us clear out the barn, in case there wasn’t enough space for people to eat.” There was your Sap, always willing to go the extra mile for others’ comfort.

“You mean you didn’t set up this elaborate dance hall just for me?” You stick out your bottom lip, feigning a hurt expression.

“Oh, come on, darling, you know I’d take you dancing every day if I could.” He draws you in closer to him by your waist, spinning you around the barn and pulling wild laughter from your chest.

You've never met a flirt like Sapnap, and you start to think he's only a flirt for you.

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