#that and the word snuggle gag ew

[autisticlancemcclain]

YO!! i just found out people ship Lance and Kolivan !!!! like whaaaa?????? no hate, i don’t like to hate on people for who they ship.

im just confused cause id like to know HOW and WHY that ship started, cause do they even interact??

no i know ive seen a couple too. i would love to judge but the amount of rarepairs ive shipped...i was a homestuck girlie lol it does not matter at all if theyve never even breathed in each others' directions they're shippable

#i was a hetalia girlie too im embarrassed about it 💀 #oh and i was a parkner shipper in the EARLY days of that #and conchell #like let me tell you i do not care how much they have never even been #mentioned on the same page #lol #also i hate the word ship and everuthing to do with it #that and the word snuggle gag ew #ask

[aizawas-dryeye]

➭kissing headcanons (baldur’s gate)

content: smoochin, slightly suggestive, fluff, astarion, wyll, lae’zel, gale, shadowheart, halsin, karlach

words: 1.3k

oh to kiss these lil guys

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❊ Astarion:

You have your first kiss during yall lil date at the tiefling party. You can't deny the way it takes your breath away, but there's something in the way he does it. The way his lips move and the way his tongue grazes yours, it feels rehearsed. After many dark nights, he perfected the most addicting kiss to lure in prey— he knows what makes people tremble— and he uses it to his advantage. It makes you feel so flustered and desired, and it works as promised, from that point on you're whipped.

But, as your relationship grows, and Astarion becomes more trusting, the kisses are tender. Almost shy. It makes your heart absolutely swell, knowing that he's slowly figuring out what he's ok with. And he always has a furious blush on his face after he places a sweet kiss to your lips. And when he's comfortable, he's giving you kisses every chance he can. Not to seduce you or lure you into vulnerability, but just to kiss you. To be close on his terms. He'll even welcome you initiating, and lovesss a cheek kiss.

❊ Wyll:

(I started writing this before the new kisses dropped andddddd its exactly what I had in mind) Have you ever wanted to kiss a disney prince? Yea yea that's what it's like. It's so romantic every time, his strong arms always wrapped around your waist to hold you close. You very nearly lose yourself every time he kisses you, like ugh he knows exactly what he's doing. Always kissing your knuckles with a bow like a prince, always pulling you in and smiling against your lips. He's definitely the type to make out for hours while you snuggle.

He never does short kisses either. If he gets the opportunity, he's leaving a long, passionate kiss on your lips every single time. It also makes him laugh how the other camp members yell about 'getting a room' or making gagging faces. I could totally see him kissing you during battle, think that one scene in pirates of the caribbean. Ugh he's such a hopeless romantic it's so so hard not to fall in love all over again whenever his lips touch yours. (Also if you kiss His knuckles it makes him blush soooo fucking hard like he's adorable).

❊ Lae'zel:

Very short kisses and never in front of the others. At least at first. When the two of you first start getting close, kisses are somewhat rare, and they're quick little pecks if anything. HOOOOWWWEVER get a little alcohol in her and bring her to a secluded spot? and she's on you like white on rice bitch. Deep passionate kisses with plenty of bites, and her claws digging into your clothes type shit. I feel like once she gets closer and more comfortable she'll give you longer kisses in front of others but they are still pretty rare. Lae'zell likes her privacy and PDA is still pretty much a no no, unless you're in danger if that makes sense. Like if you get into trouble and are badly hurt she'll rush over and tend to your wounds and offer little kisses on your face.

Also if you ever kiss her head she'll just sit there completely shocked for like a minute straight, with that cute lil confused puppy expression. If you try and kiss her nose though? Death LOLLLL.

❊ Gale:

The first kiss with Gale is sweet and only a little awkward. Gale probably says some dumb shit like "Ah, forgive me. It's been more than a while since I've kissed a material being," and it makes you laugh. He's a fast learner though and soon has you swooning over every kiss he has to offer. Loves to laze around in bed with you while he reads so he can leave sweet, almost mindless kisses to your head and cheek. The easiest way to pull that nerd from a book is to lay on his belly and kiss him all over. He might complain at first but if you kiss his neck it's over with. Motherfucker is sooooo ticklish there that it immediately breaks down any resistance. EW and his laugh is so fucking cute, he definitely snorts.

Sometimes his beard hairs tickle you if y'all are like Really kissing and he always feels so bad lmao. Like immediately trimming his shit every time it happens even though you reassure time and time again him that you literally do not care. It's not like you mind the beard burn in other places after all wink wink.

❊ Shadowheart:

She definitely gives the sweetest kisses. You can always tell when she wants a kiss because she'll start smiling and leaning against you. I don't think she would initiate a kiss at first, but they are always welcome. She especially loves forehead kisses or kisses against her hair. Makes her feel like a precious little doll and the blush that comes afterwards is to die for. Kiss the hand that Shar shocks and she'll cry, truly. From anyone else she'd find it almost corny, but she has a soft spot for you hehe.

Also she gets sooo giggly when you kiss attack her, like all over her face, ears, neck. It honestly surprises you the first time it happens, but her laughter is so sweet so you continue to do so (when the moment strikes of course). Whenever she gets more comfortable she might even start initiating kisses by coming up to you and puckering her lips wordlessly. ACK she's so fucking cute I can't.

❊ Halsin:

*trembling* b big daddy halsin... He loves loves loves kisses!! Anytime any place bitch. I don't know why but the voices tell me he likes his ears, and the part of his jaw just below his earlobe, being kissed. He's a big ol boy so it's not often someone can even reach that part of him so it's like extra special.

Definitely the most passionate kisser behind Wyll, but they're nearly neck and neck when it comes to romance. It's something about being wrapped up in his fuckin tree trunk arms that makes you melt into a squishy puddle every time. You're like clay in his hands, and you feel it even more so when he massages you lol. Always leaves kisses (maybe more) on your shoulders and spine when he does. He could get you to do almost anything if he offered you a kiss after. Oh and he also loves when you kiss his nose while he's in his wildshape. Plus who doesn't wanna smooch a real life teddy bear?

❊ Karlach:

The first time you FINALLY get to kiss her, she's honestly terrified and so excited she could totally puke. She just squeezes her eyes shut, bends down a little, and lets you peck her on the lips. The gasp she lets out is so fucking cute!! And she almost immediately scoops you up in a bone-crushing hug and smooshes your lips together. It's not the most elegant or gentle kiss in the world but it's full of passion and love and it makes her so giddy she's shaking. Thank the fucking gods her heart is better because even if you would have been able to touch her at first, her chest would most likely explode from nerves.

Definitely the most needy companion when it comes to kisses, like she needs them constantly. Waking up? Kisses. Going to sleep? Kisses. Before and after a battle? Leaving to pee? Eating dinner? Getting ready in the morning? KISSES!!! If you exist in her space her lips are on you more often than not, but like you can't blame her.

#cant sleep so im back on my headcanon bullshit #baldurs gate #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 fluff #baldurs gate headcanons #astarion #wyll ravengard #lae’zel #gale dekarios #shadowheart #halsin #karlach

[sharksupermacy]

sweet love

sweet love-mina x 10th member! reader

synopsis: you love mina genre: fluff, cute little date, a 3DS????, making myself feel single

you love mina.

a statement you would stay by forever. even though the inventible might happen with her as such almost every such relationship hits you have come to exist to be happy with the now.

despite not being able to proudly claim that you were in a relationship with mina due to the stigma of two people in the same group. you were always able to show affection through gestures and hints when you were both together. linger touches far and definitely not few, giving random objects to each other, and missing items from each other closets???

safe to say miny/n stans were fed well almost 1000% of the time. even your members who supported you and mina relationship couldn't take the constant back hugging and hand-holding. all gagging (jokingly) at how much love you had for one another.

both yours and her favorite things to do with each other is to snuggle up and play a random game together. it didn't matter to either you or her that the game was well made or just really bad as long as you could both play it together.

this led to both of you agreeing to play the classic game Pokémon X and Y together on one 3DS in bed. It was nice mina back hugging you as you both booted up the screen together. you held the game in your hands as mina wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you on the cheek. both of you silently agreed you would trade anything in the world for another moment just like this.

you could hear the room almost in complete silence as a nice cozy feeling settled over the both of you in dim lighting. in the room over you could hear your members screaming playing mariokart on the switch you had just bought a month ago.

she silently watched as she saw you getting excited over the game letting the warm feeling take her over. with you playing a game as she felt just pure happiness in the moment.

"i love you," is what you said that broke the silence of the game and the quiet(ish) dorm. you tilted your head as you received no response back from the penguin. you were met with a passed-out mina from exhaustion from the schedule all of you had today.

you smiled as you got up from your place as silently as possible. saving the game progress so far, and turning off the lights in the room. smiling quietly at how much you loved her while putting the 3DS down on the drawer across the room. looking at the faint outlines of all the souvenirs, and memories you and her had made over the entire relationship.

"y/n where are you-" was slurred out from across the bedroom as you smiled to yourself more. (liking how mina called out for you.) "coming," was the word you replied back with as you made your way over bed. crashing into mina arms as both of you giggled at your antics. both of you laying in each other arms, as sleep washes over you.

"i love you," is the words that you had said to her as you felt yourself drifting off into dreamland.

a small fleeting response was said by the other, "i love you too." as both of you cuddled closer peacefully sleeping. realizing it didn't matter if you and mina had fights or even broke up in the future. you were content with just peacefully loving her in the present.

chaeyoung pov:

I was just entertaining chat where they brought up that they hadn’t seen mina and y/n in a while. I thought huh I haven’t either. “let’s go see them, shall we,” as I snatched the camera when the others were distracted by the rage-inducing game mariokart.

I made my way down the messy dorm hallway and stopped in front of the couple's door. knocked on the white door twice before calling out to the gamer couple if they were awake. no response. i knocked again and cracked open the door. where i was met a very snuggly penguin and y/n. “ew,’” I said while the camera faced me as. I turned the camera toward the love birds for a second as the comments went crazy.

twiceslaying: miny/n???? besties?????

hyofuturewife: MINY/N FTW!!! 

momodancemachine: MINY/N NATION WAKE UP! WE’VE BEEN FED AGAIN!!!!

I smiled at the comments of support as I closed the door behind me. making my way back down the hallway again lovingly complaining about how I have to put up with these two every day.

safe to say both you, mina, and miny/n was trending the next morning.

a/n: been a little bit a lot dead for the pass week or so but good news smau preps all finished! bro.. actually why is either way so good-(AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH)

#twice x reader #mina myoi imagines #mina x reader #mina imagines #twice imagines

[neteyamssyulang]

☼ Heartbreak & Hope ☼

☼ Chapter I ☼ ☼ Next chapter ➛

☼ Pairing: Okul x Fem sarentu reader ☼

☼ Summary: Your mother watches the children while you take your mate to a special spot you found for your date.

☼ Warnings: Mostly fluff, mentions of sibling hate?, I think that is all for this chapter

☼ Word count: 1907 ☼

☼ Translations -> fkio -flamingo like creature, kelku -> na’vi home, Oe rä'ä na nga -> I do not like you, yawntu -> loved one, Tam tam, ayfo lu txäna ‘evengxi -> Ok ok, they are our children, ma’ite -> my daughter, sa’nu -> mom, hì'i tsmukan -> little brother, sa’nok -> mother, yawne -> beloved, kinärung -> sentinel fan.

☼ Tagging: @daydreamer246 @teyamshuman @itchaboi-itchyboy @ikeyniofthetayrangi @aria-tempest @anemonelovesfiction

The quiet wind murmured through the leaves, a soft accompaniment to the chorus of singing fkio. You were snuggled up against your mates chest when your tail was suddenly yanked.

Your eyes immediately snapped open and you sat up looking around. Soft giggles pricked at your ears from outside the kelku, sighing you layed back down on your mates chest,"Your children are up" you mumbled.

Okul stirred slightly before chucking "My children? So when they are bad their mine but when their good they're yours?" They asked groggily, opening their eyes finally.

"Yes" you nodded, burying your face into the crook of Okul's neck while your tail swayed behind you.

Your mate only hummed as one of their hands went to your back rubbing soothing circles along it, while the other reached for your tail, tugging on it making you squeal.

"Oe rä'ä na nga" you mumbled, moving to get off them. Okul raised a hairless eyebrow before flipping you both over, pinning you beneath them. "Is that so yawntu?" They asked, tilting their head.

Huffing you turned your head, refusing to look or speak to your mate. Pouting, Okul leaned down peppering soft kisses along your chest, neck, then up to your face making you giggle "Tam tam, ayfo lu txäna 'evengxi!"

Okul stopped and leaned up just enough to look down at you "And?", your hairless brows furrowed confused "And what?"

"You said you do not like me" they spoke, putting on a fake pout again. You chuckled before answering "Because I do not like you, I love you ma'kul."

Okul smiled, leaning down capturing your lips with theirs in a soft kiss. Unfortunately it was also when your children came back into the tent,"Ewwe!" Haven gagged, shielding her little brothers eyes.

Your mate pulled away from the kiss then stood up, turning towards your children "It is not ew ma'ite" they spoke softly. "Come come, your sa'nu and I need to get you and your hì'i tsmukan ready for your grandmother."

Haven and Makeyo lit up at the mention of their grandmother, they always loved when she visited. Your mother always brought the best stories and gifts from her traveling, ever since you and her reunited it has been wonderful.

Aha'ri also travels with the clan, not wanting to be away from your mother again. Although, you and her rarely see eachother as she hates that you work with humans. On occasion she will visit but only to see her niece and nephew, not even sparing you a glance.

Your mother has tried to get Aha'ri to speak to you again with little luck, at first you wished your sister would talk to you, wished she would tell you all her adventures of being with the Sarentu and traveling to all these different clans.

Too lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice Makeyo's chubby hands tugging at your woven top wanting attention. Of course you sat up, taking your son into your arms who immediately snuggled into your bossom yawning.

Your gaze drifted from your son, to your mate and daughter on the other side of the kelku. Okul was fixing up Havens hair, redoing the small bun on the back of her head.

"How long will grandma be staying pom pom?" Haven asked, Okul looked at you for a moment before returning their attention to Haven "She will be staying for a week possibly, right yawne?"

You shook your head "No, grandma will be staying for a month since the annual sarentu moot is taking place in 3 weeks."

Haven's head tilted a bit "What is that sa'nu?", you smiled "I have only heard stories but, the sarentu moot takes place in the circle of songs little ways away from here. There is music, people dance around great fires, the rocks are adorned with colorful rock murals and there's great feasts."

A frown took place on Okul's lips when they saw a single tear fall down your face. Finished with Haven's hair, they moved towards you, opting to sit behind you and pulled you back into their arms gently.

Your daughter looked confused, slowly she made her way towards you, sitting on your lap "What is wrong sa'nu?"

Before you could speak, your mouther burst into the kelku squealing "Where are my darling grandchildren and daughter!" Haven immediately got up from your lap, and ran over to your mother hugging her leg "Grandma!"

Kataru beamed looking down at her granddaughter, she then made her way to you with Haven following behind her and sat down infront of you. She reached over and gently caressed Makeyo's face before pulling away,"Is everything ready ma'Ite?" she asked.

"Yes Sa'nok, everything is ready for you" you spoke softly. Kataru nodded "I am sorry your sister could not come this time, but she'll be at the annual moot if you would like to join this year."

It was tempting but you knew Aha'ri still wouldn't speak to you. She feels betrayed, ever since Mercer shot her she's been wary of humans, especially after Alma's betrayal. Aha'ri also gave up english, only speaking full na'vi whereas you switch between the two.

You shook your head, denying the offer "Sorry Sa'nok, but you can bring Haven and Makeyo to it if you like. It would be good for them to learn more about their Sarentu heritage."

Kataru sighed "I understood ma'ite, and I would be happy for them to come with me."

A few hours pass, You and Okul pack up your ikran for the date you planned out and made sure your mother and children were situated before leaving.

The journey to the spot takes about maybe 3 hours to reach and you weren't even 10 minutes in when Okul spoke "Yawne, you know I love going on flights with you but must we fly to this spot you mentioned? I think maybe a direhorse would be better."

You shook your head laughing "Ma'kul, for this specific spot you need an ikran to reach it. You will be fine."

Two hours into the flight now and you can almost see the spot in the distance. It had become your favorite since it's too high for predators and there's always sweet honey up there. Only problem is that it does get a bit foggy to where it's hard to see, but nevertheless it's remained your favorite spot.

Okul had long passed out behind you, their arms wrapped tightly around your waist to ensure they wouldn't fall off. Perhaps one day your own children would bond with an ikran, they would be the first kame'tire to ever do so.

Finally you both made it ontop Toruk Peak, your ikran Lina screeched as she landed ontop it, waking Okul up in the process.

"Oh? We are here?"They asked, releasing their hold on you while looking around,"Yes yawntu, we are here" you spoke, hopping off Lina and gently breaking tsaheylu with her. The area so far was free of the fog, it was most beautiful indeed.

Ikrans screeched overhead, Lina turned her head to look at you. A silent plea for her to go and play with the other ikrans, not wanting her to be miserable, you helped Okul off her back then unhooked the baskets full of food off her saddle "Go ahead Lina" you patted her neck gently.

Lina took off, flying overhead to join the other ikrans while you led Okul to the beautiful spot you found.

It was a small clearing, a bit close to a tarsu plant. Okul's mouth dropped upon seeing it,"It is incredible yawne, you always manage to find the best spots for our dates."

You giggled before setting the baskets down and helping to lay out the large woven blanket, Okul then picked up the baskets and placed them on the blanket before sitting down beside you.

"What did you make for us this time my love?" You asked, watching as Okul began taking pieces of food, wrapped up in kinärung leaves along with two bowls.

"We have cheesy meat skewers, glazed seeds, chopped fish egg fry, herb roast, and a colorful cake. For drinks I made your favorites, soft herbal tea and fruity tea." They spoke, unwrapping each food in the process along with taking the drinks out.

You were shocked to say the least, when you had asked your mate to prepare the food to take on your date you never expected them to pack so much, much less your favorite."Ma'kul I do not think we can eat all of this"

Okul tilted their head slightly "We do not have to, whatever is left over we can bring back for the children to have."

Nodding in agreement you both started eating, you chose the herb roast while Okul went for the glazed seeds. It was peaceful to say the least, just being up there with your mate, feeling the cool breeze on your skin, the ikrans calling overhead.

"Are you sure you will not join your mother and the children for the moot?" Okul asked, breaking the silence. Sighing you looked down,"Aha'ri will not want me to be there, you know she hates that I work alongside the tawtutes."

Putting down the seeds, Okul reached over and gently pulled you into their lap "It does not matter what your sister wants yawne, it is what you want. And I know you want to go."

Your gaze lifted to meet your mates "Even if I wish to go it would not be the same. It is better if I stay here with you and let mother take the children instead."

Okul went to say something but stopped, they knew not to press on with the matter or else one of two things would happen. One, an argument would break out resulting in you giving them the silent treatment for the rest of the day. And two, you'd keep your distance from Okul, especially at night which means no cuddles.

Instead, they just coiled their tail around your thigh for comfort and took the leaf filled with meat out of your hands, starting to feed you themself.

You graciously accepted each piece of meat, careful to not bite your mates fingers off. Once you were finished, they put the leaf to the side and repositioned you so that now you sat between their legs with your back to their chest.

Soft kisses were peppered along your neck as a way of saying they were still sorry for bringing the topic up, Okul reached over grabbing the herbal tea before bringing it your lips "Drink yawne."

Not wanting to fight, you opened your mouth, drinking the warm earthy flavor tea. It had been one of your favorites ever since you mated with Okul.

Deeming you had enough, Okul moved the drink away, placing it back on the blanket. Still a bit hungry, Okul reached for the cheesy meat skewers, careful to not poke you with it while your head layed back against their chest.

The sun had begun to set by the time you and Okul had packed everything up, hooking the baskets on Linas saddle once more."You sure that's everything?" You asked, making tsaheylu with Lina while hoping onto her back.

"Yes yawne, everything is packed up" Okul replied, seating themselves behind you again. With your signal, Lina took off, flying back towards the hallows.

#neteyamssyulang #james cameron avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #okul x fem!sarentu reader #okul avatar #comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #followmypage

[emsprovisions]

Hi Emily!! Thunderstorms late at night if it pleases you ☺️

Hi Amanda! Yes, this does pleases me :stare:

Summer Prompts

Word count: 628

“Hey Matty,” Gus poked his boyfriend in the shoulder, crouching beside him next to the Nocedas’ sofa in the basement. 

Matt stirred, groaning softly. “Mmmm…what time is it?”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

Matt cracked an eye open to glare at Gus before rolling over and snuggling back in. 

“Mattttt,” Gus prodded, poking him again in the shoulder, repetitive and annoying enough that Matt rolled back over to blink at him.

“Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night, asshole?” He glowered.

Gus grinned. “Because it’s raining out.”

Matt’s eyes flew open and he looked up at his boyfriend with a hint of a smile. “Human rain?” 

Gus nodded. “Human rain.”

Although they’d seen quite a few human rainstorms by now, it never got old. There was something so exhilarating about going out and worrying for a split second that maybe it would boil their skin alive, despite the chill on the air that never coexisted with rain in the Boiling Isles.

It was late June, and humid as much as it was chilly from the rain. Gus and Matt stood together, barefoot and in their pajamas on Camila’s back porch, beneath the covered awning that separated them from the rain. They were staying with her for the summer to explore the human realm and check a great many items off their bucket list. Going out in a late night storm was one such item. 

Matt held a cautious hand out to the rain, and when it did not burn, he looked backwards at Gus, grinning and grabbing his hand and dragging him out into it. 

It was a steady downpour. The kind that drenched them almost instantaneously. 

Gus laughed with reckless abandon as he chased Matt around the yard. Their feet sunk into the muddy grass and they jumped in puddles like they were six years old instead of nineteen. 

“Hey Gus!” Matt called over the rain.

Gus turned around just in time for Matt to push him into the mud.

“HEY! FUCK YOU!” Gus called, but he was laughing even as he slid in the slick grass trying to stand back up. His clothes were soiled, but it was nothing a good soak in the wash couldn’t get out. He charged at Matt, who saw him coming, and took off at a run, screaming.

“NO!!!” He yelled, taking off and nearly slipping on the grass. 

“COME HERE YOU ASSHOLE!” Gus quickly caught up to the barely shorter witch, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his mud stained chest into Matt’s back.

“Noooooo, fuck you!” But there was no bite to Matt’s voice and when Gus let him go he turned around and tugged Gus in closer, hands on his waist to bring him into a tight hug. “You smell like rain,” he whispered into Gus’s ear, close enough to be heard over a crackle of thunder.

“Yeah no shit,” Gus laughed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. “We’re gonna need showers before we go back to bed.”

“Orrr–” Matt pulled back enough to meet Gus’s eyes, a devilish grin on his face. “We make hot chocolate and watch a scary movie.”

“You hate scary movies!” Gus raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s perfect scary movie weather! Plus I’ve seen Mrs. Noceda with her bat.” He shrugged.

“Oh yeah, uh-huh. Got nothing to do with the fact you can just cuddle me if you get scared?” Gus teased.

“Absolutely not. That’s disgusting, Augustus. What do you think I am? Gay or something? Ew.” Matt gagged and Gus rolled his eyes, tugging his boyfriend in close for a kiss, because Matt was gay or something, and unfortunately Gus could think of nothing gayer than kissing his boyfriend underneath the pouring rain.

#gustholomule #toh fanfics #toh drabbles #toh #emsprovisions #writing prompts #drabbles

[pekodayz]

💗💐🌌😘

office au btw HELOPPE EME.....

💗: How do you two like to cuddle?

only would happen after work, if theyre super tired. ok so theyre like on the train home, aini latches onto oso's arm and doesnt say a word (this is super common for her to do, shes not gonna admit that. she needs to hold onto something while she sleeps, oso is warm to her). he would tease her for a bit (calling her a baby, need a diaper change, a bottle, your mommy??? or smth), then he shuts up when she dug her nail into his jacket. snuggling. eww...aw. ew. its quiet, shakily, he moves his arm to wrap it around aini. okay, hes used to it, but still. theyre blushing btw, stop doing that. BE NORMLA.

💐: How did you two meet?

hmm lol, aini was already working first. she happened to see oso on his first day and she freaked out. they sit next to each other btw, so aini was just staring him down. messing with his keyboard as soon as he sat down. (he screws up her documents as well. what is wrong with them) he snickers at her, making a teasing statement on how they're work buddies nowwwwwww. aini scoffs..then seethes... disgusting low life... has a job.. i NEED TO ERIDICA- (they became good friends within the hour, rivals but friends)

🌌: What was your first date like?

answered here :3

😘: What’s your f/o’s favorite thing about YOU? (oso's fav things abt aini.....gags...)

oso hearts it when aini buys him things after work, surprises him (he does the same for her.) he finds it hilarious when she goes on her tangent abt how he is inferior to her...then 20 mins later she meekly asks oso for help on how to double-space this document. he cackles at her, loving it when aini, the one who's been working way b4 him, asking him, newbie, for help, wow! he does secretly like it when she cuddles him while she sleeps on the train, its cute to him. ugh. shes important to him, even tho they banter every hour, kick each other under the desks way too hard. he loves her company. she does too. they will not admit that. ...outright.

#i was forced by school to type essays all my life. these r long. heh. sorry.. #HI MAX... #i feel my brain melting and my screaming soul getting louder #ppp

[krastbannert]

Azulaang for the ship meme

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! (it's not my favorite ship, but I do like it very much and ever since you dragged me into it, I've had a hard time pairing these two with anyone else) | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Azula says threatens to "fry his ass like a chicken" roughly every five minutes, but the reality is different. At the beginning it was "Azula's stuck with Aang", but it's become "stuck with each other forever".

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It...took them a while. A long while. There was the whole "shot in the back with lightning" thing. Then a breakdown. Followed by a years-long recovery and redemption process. They had a long winding road, but Aang believed in her the entire time, and somewhere along the line, enemies became friends and, eventually, lovers.

How was their first kiss? - Sokka dared Azula to kiss Aang, and, well, Azula is physically incapable of backing down from a challenge. She meant for it to be sort of a small and quick thing and the next thing she knew, Sokka was yelling about oogies, Katara was fake-gagging, and Zuko spit out his drink.

Wedding:

Who proposed? -

Who is the best man/men? - Sokka and Zuko, Aang's best friends, of course.

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - There's no one Azula would rather have than Mai and Ty Lee.

Who did the most planning? - Azula.

Who stressed the most? - Even a redeemed (this word doesn't feel right but I can't think of anything else) Azula is a perfectionist. She's not quite as bad as she used to be, but she still stresses; she wants everything to be right.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 (Azula doesn't consider herself "married" at the big official ceremony; she infinitely prefers the much smaller, more heartfelt one held later that's just friends and family) | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Well, Ozai is probably obvious. Depending on your perspective, Azula may or may not have invited Ursa (I lean towards them having a good relationship, so I think she would have invited her mom).

Sex:

Who is on top? - Bold of you to assume Azula wouldn't love being the one on top.

Who is the one to instigate things? - About 60/40 Aang.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (look, Air Nomads were freaks in the sheets, we all know it, and Azula, like I said earlier, is physically incapable of backing down from a challenge, and she likes Aang's challenges)

How long do they normally last? - Well, considering Aang is often busy being, you know, the Avatar (I usually think of Azula staying more-or-less out of politics in her later life, mainly doing art and teaching others firebending, so she sets her own schedule), when they are together, they take their damn sweet time. This results in a lot of, uh, all-nighters. As it were.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Aang, being his selfless-self, prefers making Azula fall apart in all her favorite ways to his own pleasure.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (It's either the former or the latter and there's no in between)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 (You'll never get Azula to admit it that her favorite thing in the world is snuggling.) | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Honestly, I've always been unsure of whether or not I think Azula would want to have kids. If they did have any of their own, I'd say 1, maybe 2.

How many children will they adopt? - I do get the feeling Azula would like to take in kids who were in her or her brother's situation (golden children, scapegoats, especially kids whose mother)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Considering Aang is often away doing Avatar things, it's probably Azula, but she makes him handle every diaper change while he's home.

Who is the stricter parent? - Probably Azula, but she's not cruel about it. Just stern. (She agonizes over how strict she is constantly, and Aang has to reassure that yes, she is, in fact, a good mom.)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Weirdly, it's Aang. He likes doing the stunts, yeah, but he knows how to do the stunts safely, and he knows there's a line where enough is enough.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Azula's up, so she does it.

Who is the more loved parent? - When they're younger, probably Aang since he's much more fun, but as the kids grow older, they start to love their mother more and more.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Azula, and she brings the heavy weapons every. Single. Time. She's gonna fight for her kids tooth and nail.

Who cried the most at graduation? - At graduation? Aang. But after graduation, back at home? Oh, Azula is crying silent tears of pride.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Aang and Azula just take turns. With genes from the two of them, their children end up in trouble constantly.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Probably Aang. He knows how to cook at least some dishes, whereas Azula doesn't quite get it at first. She learns quickly, but cooking isn't always her favorite thing to do.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Azula prefers spicy food (she can't quite handle the normal Fire Nation level of spice, but the "low spice" version of FN food is still "extra spicy" for the rest of the world), and she's allergic to shellfish (one of my headcanons), so she's a bit picky.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Usually they go together.

How often do they bake desserts? - Azula has a not-so-secret mochi addiction, and Aang loves fruit pies, so it's pretty often.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Well, Aang is vegetarian. Azula doesn't normally care, she just wants to make sure she has protein. (And even though she's allergic, she will annihilate stir-fried razor clams once a year).

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Azula is, surprisingly, rather thoughtful, and though she cooks rarely, she's very good when she puts her mind to it.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Probably Aang; he might love cooking, but he also likes going out and "finding adventure", as he calls it.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Azula is a much better firebender, and Aang is infinitely more excitable, so probably Aang.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Probably Azula. She's still a bit of a perfectionist. Aang tidies up, too, but it's more like a "if he sees it" situation; Azula does the deep clean.

Who is really against chores? - Neither, really.

Who cleans up after the pets? - As far as Azula's concerned, they're Aang's pets, so he gets to clean up after them. (Except her fox, Satomi. Azula pampers her.)

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - I get the feeling that would be Aang.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Probably Azula, since she's much less inclined to have guests than Aang is.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Aang.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Azula likes them as sort of a comfy way to get some time to herself. (Also she likes to sing in the shower.)

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They like walking them together, most of the time.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Aang's big on decorating, and takes every opportunity he can. Azula takes a while to warm up to it, and she's never quite as excited about as he is, but eventually it grows on her. She puts up something small and meaningful for every holiday.

What are their goals for the relationship? - For Aang, he'd like a big family, full of love and happiness and all the goodness he remembers from his childhood. Azula just wants a little bit of peace, and a family that's better than what hers became. It's a low bar, but it's what she wants.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - 100% Aang. Absolutely.

Who plays the most pranks? - Everyone blames Aang for pranks but I think it's funnier if Azula does it. She's a mastermind of subterfuge and intrigue. The moment Aang finds out it's been her he feels utterly betrayed. And then he declares war.

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[raeandwhatnot]

Crazy Baking- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: You bake a cake with Charlie and Owen, and it gets a little crazy in the kitchen.

Prompt: "How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!" "Your guess is as good as mine.”

Warnings: a few minor swear words. (Platonic!Owen)

Words: 1.7k

Requests: open (x) closed ()

A/N: I found the word prompt from @promptsforthestugglingauthor! Also, sorry this one is a little shorter than my other imagines. I’m in the midst of doing finals, but enjoy this cute imagine!

“Hey, babe? Can you get the flour and sugar out for me, please?” I ask Charlie while setting two medium sized bowls on the counter. Charlie, Owen, and I are baking a cake for Madison’s surprise birthday party tonight. Savannah is planning it all, and I have no idea why she had Charlie and Owen in charge of the cake because they are wild animals when they are together. Therefore, I offered to help because I want the cake to turn out good! Also, so that nothing catches on fire!

“Where is that again?” Charlie asks.

I turn my head to see where he was looking. He was just standing in the middle of the kitchen like a lost puppy. “It is in the pantry on the bottom shelf,” I point out. He nods his head and goes to the pantry.

As I was grabbing and plugging in the mixer, I hear the front door open. “Who’s ready to bake a cake!?” the sound of Owen’s voice comes from the living room. “Sorry I’m late, (Y/N)!”

“It’s okay, O. I was beginning to worry you were going to ditch us!” I joke.

“You know, it was really tempting, but I knew you would kill me if I didn’t come help,” Owen said as he set down his backpack on the couch before walking into the kitchen.

“Damn right she would have!” Charlie says, setting down the flower and sugar next to the mixing bowl.

“Alright!” I exclaim while clapping my hands. “Let’s get to baking! We can’t be late bringing in the cake for the party! I will mix the dry ingredients, Owen you will mix the wet ingredients, and Charlie you will put the two together. I will then pour it into the cake pan. Sound good?”

Charlie and Owen in sync solute and say, “Yes, ma’am!”

I chuckle at them being so alike. “Sweet! Let’s do this!” I say enthusiastically! I separated the wet and dry ingredients for Owen and I. “Oh, babe! Can you please preheat the oven to 350 for me, please?” I ask Charlie kindly.

“I sure can!” he says, skipping to the oven.

“Thank you!” I smile and start putting the dry ingredients together.

I suddenly feel big arms wrap around me from behind. “Of course, babe,” Charlie whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek. I blush at his actions. I hear Owen gag beside me as Charlie was being lovey dovey to me.

“Oh, shut up Owen!” I exclaim as I whisk the ingredients.

“Aw, does Owen need some love, too?” Charlie asks in a baby voice, unwrapping his arms around me to wrap his arms around Owen instead.

Owen immediately tries to get Charlie off of him as he is trying to mix his wet ingredients. “Ew, no! Get off of me!” Owen complains.

Charlie laughs as he attempts to hold on to Owen, but he fails as Owen pushed him away. “Fine then!” Charlie scoffs and fold his arms like a child. “I’ll go back to (Y/N). Don’t complain about not getting loves when you don’t want them!” I giggle at them being so dramatic. Charlie walks back to me, wraps his arms around my waist, and snuggles in my neck.

“You guys are ridiculous!” I say. “Are you done with your mixing?” I ask Owen.

“Almost!” Owen replies as he mixes more.

“Sweet,” I whisper. “I’m going to run to the restroom real quick. Once Owen is done mixing, Charlie you can put the dry and wet bowls into the bigger bowel. I’ll be right back. Please, don’t make a mess!” I instruct as I take off the apron that was around my torso.

“Okay, okay!” Charlie says, raising his hands in defense. I grab him by the shoulder and place a kiss on his cheek and walk to the bathroom

“She is quite demanding today,” I hear Owen whisper.

“When is she not?” Charlie whispers back.

I roll my eyes and shout, “I heard that!” I then hear them snicker at my response. I reach the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and shut the door. I use this time to check my phone and look at my notifications. I saw that Savannah texted that we were going to set up her apartment for the party around 5:30. I looked at the time to see it was 3:00, so thank goodness we have time for the cake to cool down for a bit before we have to leave. Plus, I still have to get ready.

Suddenly, I could hear the boys laughing along with a couple of clanking noises. I can’t help but think they are messing around. I finish up in the bathroom, wash my hands, and walk back to the kitchen. As soon as I walk in, Charlie and Owen were wrestling on the couch in the living room. I notice there were a couple of spills around the large bowl that Charlie used to mix the dry and wet ingredients, and they also poured the batter into the cake pan for me. “Guys!” I shout to get their attention. They both instantly stop at my voice. “Why are you wrestling? You could have put the cake in the oven!”

Owen stands up first, “He started it!”

Charlie slaps Owen’s thigh, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did! You started to attack me when I said I was going to-“ Owen starts to say before Charlie hits him again.

“Dude!” Charlie says through his teeth as he stands up next to Owen.

I place my hands on my hips. “You were going to what?” I ask seriously.

“Nothing!” Owen squeaks and walks back into the kitchen. “Here, let me put the cake in the oven.” He opens the oven door, carefully puts in the cake in the oven, shuts the oven door, and turns on a timer for 35 minutes.

“Owen,” I say as I grab his arm to face me. “What did you guys do?” I ask sternly. Owen then just looks up. I hear Charlie let out a frustrated sigh. I look up as well to see cake batter on the ceiling. "How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!"

"Your guess is as good as mine,” Charlie sighs.

“Yeah, we were messing around, and next thing we know, there’s batter on the ceiling! I was about to tell you, but then Charlie over here didn’t want to tell you. One of us was going to just clean it up, so we were wrestling to see who would clean it up,” Owen explains.

“We’re sorry, (Y/N),” Charlie apologizes.

“Honestly, it’s okay,” I reassure. “I’m not upset at all! I thought you guys broke something. This is nothing!” Both Charlie and Owen let out a relieved sigh. I grab two rags from a drawer and hand it to the them. “But you guys are both cleaning it up.”

They both chuckle. “I got the ceiling,” Owen says, slapping the rag on Charlie’s shoulder. They wet their rags and soak it in dish soap to clean up their mess.

As they do so, I put away all the ingredients we used as well as put the measuring cups, tablespoons and teaspoons, bowls, and whisks into the sink. I turn towards the boys. Owen got a chair and was wiping the ceiling. Charlie had finished wiping the counters as he was drying them with a paper towel. “Thank you, guys. See how officiant that was without wrestling?” I smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Owen sighs. “But wrestling is just so fun!”

“Mmm, I don’t know about that. The horseplay made a mess in the first place!” I say.

“Okay? You know wrestling is fun,” Charlie winks as he pinned me against the counter I was leaning on. I shake my head and playfully push his chest. Next thing I know, Charlie picks me up by the waist and throws me over his shoulder. I screeched as I was now upside down! He jogs over to the living room before he throws me on the couch. Through my protests to let me down, I could hear Charlies contagious laugh. He pins me down by straddling my hips and starts to tickle me. I try to kick Charlie off, but it was no use!

“Mercy! Mercy!” I scream through my giggles. “Th-this isn’t wr-wrestling! This i-is tor-rcher!” I could barely speak through my laughter.

Charlie finally stops tickling me before plopping his full body onto mine, his face nuzzling into my neck. “I’m sorry for making a mess in your kitchen. I know you’re stressed about making the cake and wanting the party to be nice,” he whispers.

I move my head to give Charlie a kiss at the top of his head, “It’s okay, babe.”

Suddenly, I feel even more pressure on my body as Owen jumps on top of Charlie. Charlie and I let out a groan because of Owen’s weight.

“Owen! Get your fat ass off of me!” Charlie exclaims right into my ear.

“You’re not the one being squished! I’m under here, too!” I say.

“But you guys are comfy!” Owen whines.

“OWEN!” Charlie and I shout at the same time.

I could physically hear the sound of Owen rolling his eyes. “You guys are no fun,” Owen huffs before getting off of Charlie who then got off of me. I let out a deep breath as I could now breathe properly. Charlie holds out his hand to help me stand up. As I stood up, Charlie pulls me close to him to give me a sweet kiss. I hum in the kiss before I pull away.

“I’m going to let you guys hang out, so I can get ready for the party,” I announce.

“Sounds good, babe,” Charlie smiles. I give him a kiss on the cheek. When I pulled away from Charlie’s grip to walk to my bedroom, he smacks my butt. This causes me to squeal a little bit as I was not expecting him to do that in front of Owen. I could feel my cheeks get warm and I walked faster to my bedroom. Charlie giggled at my reaction. I could hear Owen making a comment at how gross we were.

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[dirty-urie]

Experience

Chapter 8

3.5k words

Warnings: Arguably public sex, Spanish I definitely butchered because I took a dead language instead of something useful back in school

“Goodbye, my precious boy,” you sniffle, kissing the top of Turnip’s head. 

Brendon rubs your back. “Kala will take such good care of him.”

“I know,” you sob, holding Turnip tighter. “I’ll just miss him so much.” 

“I know, love. Let it out, it’s okay,” Brendon soothes.

You bury your face in Turnip’s fur. “Turnip, I’ll be back so soon. Be good for Kala, but please don’t forget about me. I’ll always love you.”

Brendon wraps his arm around you, and you melt against his chest. “He is not going to forget about you. You’re his whole world. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“That’s true,” you hiccup before you snuggle into Turnip in silence for another minute.

“Y/n, I don’t want to rush you, but take-off is in two hours. We have to get going soon,” Brendon finally whispers.

You grit your teeth and compose yourself before handing Turnip, still drowsy from the Benadryl you gave him for the ride over, to Kala. “You read all of his care instructions?” you ask as Brendon hands you a tissue.

Kala nods. “Three times. And I have his food and treats and toys and litter box and water fountain. I will keep him as safe and happy and comfortable as possible.”

“Okay. Thank you. Text me if anything goes wrong.”

“Of course. But don’t worry, we’ll have such a fun time together.” Kala strokes Turnip’s back. “Won’t we, buddy?”

Turnip mewls sleepily in agreement. He would want you to have a fun trip. He likes Brendon, you remind yourself. 

Brendon kisses Turnip’s head before kissing Kala’s cheek. “Thank you again, K.” 

Kala waves Brendon off. “It’s really no problem. I need something to keep me occupied while Zack is off working hard.” She looks down at Turnip, switching to a baby voice. “And I heard Turnip is excellent at keeping the bed warm. Aren’t you, cutie pie?”

You giggle. “He is. Like a tiny, fluffy space heater.”

“See, guys? We’ll have a great time. Nothing to worry about.” Kala shepherds you out the door. “Now go catch that plane. Zack is about to honk at you guys, and that will definitely spook all the animals.”

“You’re not gonna go kiss your husband goodbye?” Brendon asks Kala.

“Nah, we goodbye more-than-kissed this morning,” Kala says, winking.

Brendon claps his hands over his ears. “And with that, we are leaving.” You laugh as you both hurry out the door.

“Bye, Kala!” You call back. 

“Bye, guys! Have a safe trip! Tell Zack, if he cheats on me, I’ll cut his dick off!”

Brendon flinches, and you’re pretty sure Turnip does too. “Must you say that every time he leaves?” Brendon cringes.

“Absolutely.”

You and Brendon both slide into the backseat of Zack’s black SUV and shut the doors. 

“Oh, so I’m your chauffeur?” Zack asks playfully as he pulls into the street. 

You open your mouth to apologize, but Brendon takes your hand and squeezes it, letting you know not to take Zack’s teasing too seriously. “Uh. Yeah, bro. That’s literally in your job description. I only sit up front because I feel bad for you.”

“Fair point, fair point. Just no funny business back there, lovebirds.”

Brendon gasps in faux-offense. “I would never be untoward to such a charming lady,” he says, pecking your cheek. 

Zack makes a fake gagging noise.

“Speaking of being untoward,” you pipe up. “Kala says not to cheat on her.”

“Or she’ll cut my dick off?”

“Yep,” you and Brendon say in unison.

“Oh good,” Zack says, and you can’t detect any sarcasm.

“Good?” You ask incredulously. 

Now Brendon fake gags. “Ew, dude, do you have some kind of weird fetish for that?”

Zack chuckles. “No. I just like it when she says that. It means she still cares enough about me to cut my dick off.”

You smile. “Awww that’s actually sweet. In a messed up kind of way.”

Brendon leans forward and smacks the side of Zack’s arm. “Way to go, dude. Now Y/n’s gonna threaten to cut my dick off.”

You grab Brendon’s crotch gently and his cock twitches slightly even under your light touch. “Never. I like it too much for that.”

Zack fakes another retch. “Be careful or I’ll cut it off myself.”

You and Brendon both crack up before he leans in for an obnoxious kiss. You grasp the back of his head with one hand, keeping his mouth working against yours. You trail your other hand back down to the front of his pants, stroking him teasingly through them. His tongue licks around the entrance to your mouth, and you moan. “Wish your tongue was deep inside me,” you whine needily.

Zack clears his throat loudly, reminding you both of your audience. You quickly disentangle and slide to opposite sides of the backseat. You smooth your hair, trying to slow your breathing, while Brendon squeezes his eyes closed, and yanks his sweatshirt down over the front of his pants. 

“Y/n, you are the sluttiest virgin I know,” Zack quips, and you catch Brendon’s nostrils flare. You quickly grab his hand like he grabbed yours earlier, squeezing his hand briefly. 

“How many virgins do you know, Zack?” you retort.

“Too many to count,” Zack sighs. “They’re all in a groupchat together. The ones I like at least.”

“Oh. Ouch.”

“I mean I could add you, but there doesn’t seem to be much of a point since Brendon and I are about to sacrifice you to the chupacabra anyway.”

“Dude, she wasn’t supposed to know about that,” Brendon whispers. 

“Oh. Right. Disregard all that.” 

You giggle. “Isn’t that the goat-eating vampire monster?”

“Yeah. Every time Zack and I go to Mexico, we try to spot it,” Brendon explains. 

“I swear to god, I saw it one time,” Zack attests, and Brendon rolls his eyes. This is clearly an argument they’ve had for years.

“You were tripping balls, dude. You did not see a chupacabra.” Brendon’s voice is getting louder, and you can tell he’s getting a little heated.

You shoot him a quick look and kiss his temple to calm him. “Well, I’ll keep my eyes peeled,” you say, shutting their argument down. You yawn. “Car rides make me sleepy,” you admit. “Wake me up when it’s time to get on the plane.”

•••

“I can’t believe you have a private jet,” you marvel, buckling your seatbelt on the plane. “Y’know, that’s very sexy.”

Brendon chuckles. “I do not have a private jet. My label does. I just get to use it for work sometimes.”

“Same difference,” you shrug, sipping the lemonade the flight attendant brought. 

“Uh, very different.”

“Still sexy.” You lean in close. “You wanna join the mile high club?” you whisper playfully.

Brendon hangs his head. “Regrettably, I’ve been an ashamed member since 2006.”

You giggle. “Wanna renew your membership?” You wink.

Brendon pecks your cheek. “A, you are too good for plane sex; B, Zack is right there and so are two of my bosses; C, think about how many gross couples have had the exact same idea as you in this very seat.” 

You cringe. “Ew, point taken.” You drop your voice even lower. “Guess I’ll just have to stay fucking wet for you until we get to the hotel then,” you breathe. You hadn’t intended to say or do anything legitimately sexy on the plane, but your playful teasing drew attention to the very real throbbing between your thighs. Just being near Brendon makes you ache for him. 

Brendon shifts in his seat uncomfortably. You check to make sure Zack and the label execs are facing away from you, preoccupied with work, before you guide Brendon’s hand into your leggings. He presses firmly against your core with three of his fingers and you both stifle a gasp. 

“You’re so wet,” he observes in shock.

You roll your hips forward in a slow circle. “Oh god. Your fingers feel so good.” 

Brendon glances at the other people on the plane, still busy. He drapes a blanket over your lap and leans directly against your ear. “Think you can come like this?” 

You inhale shakily. “I’m having a hard time not coming like this.”

Brendon slides your panties to the side, and strokes your clit slowly. You bite his shoulder to stifle any noises. “Good girl. Such a good girl, which is why it’s a shame I have to do this,” he says solemnly, pulling his hand out of your panties. 

You stare at him in disbelief. “What? Brendon? No,” you whine, grabbing for his hand. He sucks his fingers into his mouth before clasping his hands together. “Why?”

He smiles at you, unclasping his hands to stroke your hair. “Y/n, you are never quiet when you come for me. You’re my best girl, but you are noisy. Also, we are in a tin can full of recycled air, I don’t want everyone to smell the sweetness dripping down your thighs after you’ve come hard from my fingers.” You and Brendon are both panting loudly now. “And lastly,” his voice drops, so it’s barely a whisper, “I’m so fucking hard right now, and if I can’t come, you can’t come, darling.” 

Your eyes drop to his lap to see he’s not exaggerating. You squeeze the armrests until your knuckles are white. “You are a tease, Brendon Urie. A dirty, dirty tease.”

He kisses up your neck to your ear, and you squirm in your seat harder. “I know.”

•••

Brendon taps your arm, and you pull out your earbud. “We’re getting ready to land, sweet girl,” he tells you. “You wanna go over the itinerary for the week?”

“Yes please,” you say, relieved at having a plan laid out in front of you. 

Brendon pulls out his phone and texts you his schedule for the week. “I have this evening and tomorrow morning off, so I thought we’d just crash at the hotel and order room service. Then tomorrow I’ll take you to eat shitty hotel breakfast to your heart’s content until I leave for merch meetings from noon to seven.”

“What should I do while you’re working?” 

“Well, the resort has like 10 pools and it has beach access, so I recommend checking that out; you can work back up in the room if you’d like; you can watch TV all day and be a lazy lump. Oh! And there’s a few classes and activities I thought you’d be interested in!” He rummages through his bag and hands you a flier he hastily highlighted with things around the resort he thought you’d like.

You kiss his cheek. “Thanks, B.”

“Of course. And after I’m done for the day, I signed us up for some things to do together everyday.”

“That sounds great!”

Brendon grins, leaning in closer to you. “And by pure luck, I have Friday and Saturday off, so I think that’s when we should…” he trails off, biting his lip, but god, do you get the idea. “We can still do anything you want before then though, of course.”

“Yes. I want that. I want you,” you whine, nipping at his earlobe. 

You reach between his legs, stroking up his thigh, and he inhales sharply. “Public, darling,” he reminds through clenched teeth. “You’re getting awfully close to my-” he chokes before you stroke his cock roughly through his pants. He groans, slumping forward, so his forehead is on your shoulder. “God, what is this?” 

You place your lips right against his ear. “Payback,” you whisper before taking your hand off him.

•••

“¿Habla usted Inglés?” Brendon asks the cab driver on the way to the resort.

“Lo siento. No señor,” the man responds apologetically.

“No hay problema, mi amigo,” Brendon says back in what you’re sure must be broken Spanish. Brendon turns to you, grinning. “He doesn’t speak English. I can say whatever filthy thing I want to you for the next,” he checks his watch, ”20 minutes.”

You whine. “Brendon, don’t tease.”

Brendon reaches for your hand. “Fine, babygirl. I won’t.” 

You squint at him suspiciously. “You won’t?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll behave myself. I won't tell you all about how as soon as we get checked in, I plan to bury my face in your pussy, and eat you out until you’re screaming my name.”

You glare at him. 

“Or how I want to play with those perfect tits while I jerk myself off.”

“Brendon, stop,” you whimper, squeezing your thighs together.

Brendon smirks, but you continue to glower at him, unamused. “Okay, okay I’ll stop for real this time.”

You sigh in relief. “Thank you.”

“I just want you to be ready, sweet girl.” He winks.

“Believe me, I’m ready. I’ve been ready,” you assure him, and Brendon bites back a moan as you spread your legs and surreptitiously place his hand on your inner thigh.

“Oh, you’re utterly soaked, love.”

You angle your hips, so his fingers are pressed directly onto your drenched leggings, and he can feel your cunt quivering and throbbing for him to touch you. “I am absolutely dripping wet,” you confirm. “I need you, B, and if you keep teasing me, I will tear off these pants and rub against your hard cock right in this car,” you snap quietly.

Brendon raises his eyebrows. “That’s supposed to deter me?”

“No, but imagining the headline, ‘Former Emo Star Arrested for Public Indecency in Mexico,’ might.”

Brendon sighs. “Yeah, a little,” he concedes.

You peck his cheek. “And if that doesn’t work, think about the constant interview questions about your sex life after that news hits.”

He cringes. “I will be a perfect chaste angel for the rest of the car ride,” he promises. “…until we get to the hotel room, and I absolutely wreck you,” he mutters under his breath. You smack the side of his arm, and he throws his hands up in surrender. “That’s it, darling. You won’t hear another peep from me.” 

Brendon, shockingly, keeps his promise, and the rest of the ride passes by in a blur. Brendon pays the cab driver, puts on his backpack, and grabs your suitcase before tucking you into the crook of his arm to walk into the resort. 

“You don’t have a suitcase?” you ask him. 

“Nah, I’m good at traveling light. Plus our suite has a washer and dryer.”

“Ooo we got a suite?”

“I figured you’d want your own space to decompress. Just in case.”

“Oh, B. You didn’t have to do that. I’ll pay you back for the extra cost of the room.”

He smooches your temple. “Absolutely not. You will let me spoil you, baby.”

You giggle. “Oh, fine.”

“Thank you.” 

You walk to the check-in desk together, and Brendon squeezes you close to him. 

Brendon and the man behind the front desk exchange small talk before you hear Brendon say, “Checking in for Boyd.” The man hands Brendon your room keys, and you head to the elevator.

The doors close, and you turn to Brendon. “Boyd?”

“My middle name. If I put Urie down, it’d be a safety risk.”

You nod understandingly.  “Ah, that makes sense. I was worried you were catfishing me. Boyd is such an unsexy name. It’s no wonder you’d want to cover it up; no one would fuck you if they had to moan ‘Boyd.’”

“Hey! My dad’s name is Boyd! And I had to get here somehow!”

You wince. “Nope, enough talking about your parents like that.”

Brendon chuckles. “Parents are people too, y’know. My mom taught me about sex after I walked in on her and my dad.”

You plug your ears. “Nope, too much information. I’m suddenly jealous of Kala, who only has to deal with texts about your pooping routine.”

“Everyone poops, y/n,” Brendon defends himself.

You roll your eyes. “True, but not everyone takes such delight in talking about it.”

You and Brendon both giggle at each other. “I feel like I’m doing a bad job at foreplay right now,” he admits, finally showing some shame.

Your face softens. “Well you’re in luck because I’ll have to shower before you go down on me, so you’ll have a chance to seduce me after all,” you assure him.

Brendon grins, walking forward to pin you against the wall of the elevator. “Is this an invitation?”

You kiss him. “You’re always invited, silly. You know that.”

The elevator dings, and the door opens. Brendon takes your hand. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go clean up.”

You hurry together through the hallway before you get to your door. Brendon fumbles with the room key while you bounce on your toes excitedly. He grins at you. “Excited, love?”

“Extremely, although,” your eyes settle on Brendon struggling with the key card, “you’re having an awfully hard time inserting one thing into another. Doesn’t give me a lot of confidence in your sexual prowess.”

With that, Brendon slots the card into the door successfully and opens the door. “Allow me to restore your faith in me then,” he says, leading you inside. 

Your nostrils flare and you kick the door closed behind you. “Please,” you whine, pressing your body against his and clasping your hands together around the back of his neck.

Brendon’s hands creep up your ass before he slips his thumbs under your waistband. “Can I?”

Your mouth goes dry, and you nod quickly against his lips. 

He shoves your leggings and panties down before he hesitantly parts from your heated embrace to pull off your shirt and sports bra. You yank off his hoodie and undo his jeans so they hang open. 

You crash your lips against him, shuffling to the bathroom together. “God, you’re so fucking hard, Brendon,” you moan.

“You turn me on so much,” he gasps as you rub against him. “You get me so hard, darling.” Brendon backs you into the shower and turns the water on, continuing to kiss you. 

“Brendon, you’re getting your jeans all wet,” you giggle. You’re away from the spray, but some water is getting on his body.

Brendon nips at your lips. “My sweet girl already succeeded in getting my jeans all wet,” he says, sliding his hand between your bodies to stroke along your cunt. You tip your head back against the shower wall as spikes of pleasure shoot through your body. 

“C’mon, B, don’t stop,” you plead. 

“I won’t,” he promises. “Gonna take care of my girl.” Brendon pushes two fingers slowly inside you, crooking his fingers forward while he circles your clit with his thumb. “Good girl,” he praises before a loud knock interrupts your heated frenzy. Brendon growls before he pulls away from you apologetically. 

“No,” you whine. “Brendon please. I need you.”

Brendon places a kiss on your sweaty forehead and gently takes his fingers out of you. “Darling, it’s probably Zack. He knows not to interrupt unless it’s important.”

“He could send a text,” you grumble.

Brendon smiles at you soothingly. “I will be right back. Finish your shower.” He sucks his fingers into his mouth before adjusting himself as best as possible and leaving the bathroom.

Your whole body trembles as you move under the massive rainhead to rinse off the sweat and germs of traveling. 

You hear Brendon jerk open the front door. “What?” he barks, clearly showing the frustration he was trying to hide from you. 

“Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to cockblock you,” Zack chuckles, likely noticing Brendon’s semi-nudity. 

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now get on with it. What do you want?”

Zack lowers his voice, and you only catch fragments of the conversation.

“-sick-”

“-video calls?- dragged my girlfriend all the way to Mexico!- absolutely not!- tell Pete- home as soon as possible-”

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger- three days-”

“Fine. I’ll tell Y/n- thanks, man.” 

The door slams, and Brendon materializes back in the bathroom a moment later. You flinch despite yourself, not wanting to be around Brendon if he’s angry. To your relief, Brendon doesn’t seem too upset, and he calms considerably as soon as he sees you. “Hey, baby,” he greets softly as he sheds his pants. “Sorry, if I got a little intense with Zack, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You grab his hand and pull him into the shower with you. “You don’t have to coddle me, B. I’m alright.”

“I know.” He kisses down your neck. “But I’m your lover. I want to take care of you just like you take care of me.”

“Mmm I like that answer,” you moan, tipping your head to the side to give him better access. “What was all that with Zack though?”

“Well,” Brendon pauses, “I have good news and bad news.”

#brendon urie smut #brendon urie fanfiction #brendon urie imagine #brendon urie x reader #my work #experience

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Written for the Romione Discord Secret Santa exchange for @honouraryweasley12 - Ron & Hermione’s first Christmas together!

The Best Gift 🎁

Hermione bounded off the Hogwarts Express and straight into Ron’s waiting arms, kissing him deeply before either of them got a single word out. “Oi, could you two get a room?” Ginny teased as she followed a few steps behind. “Where’s Harry?”

Ron’s lips left Hermione’s to answer, but their arms stayed firmly around each other. Two months was much too long to go without her; he was going to have to make sure to arrange his schedule to allow for more Hogsmeade weekends in Hermione’s last term. “Still at the Ministry. Finishing up a report.”

“Left him with all the paperwork, did you?” Hermione asked with a sly smile.

“Might’ve done,” Ron grinned back.

Ginny groaned and hauled her trunk up to start walking down the platform. “You’re such a prat, Ron.”

Ron rolled his eyes and took Hermione’s hand in one of his, her trunk in the other. “Oh, relax, he’ll meet us at the Burrow. He’s probably already there.” Ginny made a rude gesture over her shoulder as she picked up her pace. “You’re sure your parents are alright with you spending Christmas with us?” he asked Hermione.

“Yes, they said that they’re quite content to avoid a London winter for the holiday this year. Apparently my dad has already got himself some reindeer patterned swim trunks for the occasion, if you can imagine.” Ahead of them, Ginny ducked into the phone booth that served as the station’s apparition point, and Ron and Hermione waited a moment before following. “Besides, it’s nothing short of tragic that I’ve never had a proper Burrow Christmas, between one shenanigan or another over the past seven years.”

“You’re going to love it,” Ron promised. “And everyone’ll be here; even Charlie’s coming in.”

“Doesn’t he usually?”

Ron squeezed Hermione’s hand tightly and apparated them to the outer edge of the Burrow’s wards. Ginny had already plowed ahead of them, and their mum’s squeals of greeting drifted out from the kitchen into the yard. “It’s hit or miss with him. But this year...I guess we really all needed to be together, y’know?” Hermione nodded knowingly as they walked toward the house through the lightly falling snow.

After dinner, Harry and Ron set up the chess set by the fire while Ginny and Hermione sat close by their sides. Harry was resetting the pieces after his second defeat when Ron squeezed Hermione’s leg and asked, “So when d’you want your gift?”

Hermione looked up at him perplexedly. “You’re not giving it to me Christmas morning?”

“Well, then it’d be in front of the whole family, and I wanted to give it to you in private.”

“Ew,” Harry and Ginny chorused, causing Ron to roll his eyes.

“It’s not that kind of present,” he retorted.

“It’s not?” The jovial disappointment in Hermione’s voice morphed their best friends’ expressions from mild disgust to twin looks of pure revulsion.

“Well, we could...I mean…” Ron felt his ears turning pink as Ginny mimed gagging across from him. “No, it’s not that kind of present.”

“Hmm. Well, whenever you think is best then, I suppose.”

Ron had spent a lot of time this year picking out Hermione’s gift. It was their first Christmas as a couple, so of course he wanted to get her something special, but they had also had some pretty rubbish Christmases in the past, the two of them, so he felt like he had some making up to do. He had the perfect present, he was sure, so now he just had to think of the perfect way to give it to her.

Of course, he should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.

He wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t dreaming when Hermione crept into his room, later that very night. “What’re you doing up here?” Ron asked as she shut the door behind herself and tiptoed to his bed.

“I’ve decided you can’t just tease me with such an intriguing gift and then not let me have it,” Hermione whispered back. She sat down gingerly beside him and nodded over to the camp bed. “Harry asleep?”

“No,” Harry replied sleepily, though his back was to them.

“Well, could you just bugger off for a bit, Harry?”

Harry half rolled over and gave Hermione a bleary-eyed glare over his shoulder. “What for?” he asked indignantly. “I thought it wasn’t that sort of present.”

“Ron said his wasn’t, I didn’t say anything about mine.”

“Ugh!” Harry threw back the covers and reached for his glasses. “Enough said.” Hermione grinned at Ron while Harry made for the door, adding as he left, “Don’t forget a silencing charm.”

“So, you’ve gotten me something naughty, have you?” Ron asked, reaching a hand out to his girlfriend.

“No, I just said that to get rid of Harry,” Hermione replied as she scooted closer to him. “Your gift is down in my trunk.”

Ron sat up and fixed Hermione with a half-hearted glare. “Wait a minute, so I’ve got to give you your present now but I don’t get mine, and we’re not having sex?”

“Honestly, Ron, of course we are, but the idea that I would need to gift you with acts of sexual intimacy is preposterous and unnecessary seeing as we have an equitable and mutually fulfilling physical relationship.”

She made his head spin sometimes, she really did. Ron leaned over and kissed her. “You’re bloody mental, y’know?”

“I know. I’m not sure if you love me in spite of it or because of it,” she teased.

“Bit of both,” Ron grinned back. “So I’ve got to give you your present before the curiosity overwhelms you, is that it?”

Hermione shrugged. “More or less.”

Ron gave her another quick kiss on the cheek as he climbed out of bed. “It’s not really that interesting,” he told her as he rummaged in his dresser. “I just wanted to be able to give it to you without everyone taking the mickey over what a sentimental sod I am.”

“Oh, now I’m even more intrigued. There’s nothing sentimental about the training planner I got you.” Ron glanced over his shoulder at her. “Kidding.”

Ron rolled his eyes and pulled the tiny package out of the middle drawer. “Alright, here you go.” He handed it to her and sat down beside her as her delicate fingers slid under the seam of the wrapping. She was always a careful unwrapper of gifts; Ron by contrast was a tornado of colorful paper on Christmas morning.

Hermione tossed the wrapping aside and gently lifted the lid, revealing the silver charm bracelet inside with a small gasp. “Oh, Ron,” she breathed, “it’s beautiful.”

“Look at the charms,” he encouraged, and she tenderly lifted the bracelet, which had seven tiny charms attached in a neat row on the left side.

“A pumpkin...the cat, must be Crookshanks…is that an otter? And this one...” She was fingering the brilliant aquamarine gemstone on the end, and when she looked over at him, her eyes were glossy, making Ron glad they had done this alone. “The ball of light?” she whispered. Ron nodded. “It’s...it’s us. On a bracelet.” She held it out to him. “Help me put it on?”

He took it from her and fastened the clasp around her wrist, then held her hand in both of his. “There’s actually, um...a bit more to it.”

“What do you mean? Is there a spell or something on it?”

“No, actually, I got it from a muggle shop. Paid with real pounds and everything.” Ron glanced up at Hermione with a smile, then cleared his throat, remembering what he needed to tell her about her gift. “Well, you see how it’s only got a few things on it?” Hermione nodded. “I wanted to leave space. You know, to fill in...over the years.” He met her gaze, suddenly nervous.

After they had finally gotten together in the spring, their relationship had progressed quickly in a lot of ways. They had said “I love you” the day the war had ended, at Hogwarts, and their hands had started roaming that same night, in Gryffindor Tower, and it had only taken them a couple of weeks to work their way up to sleeping together...but then reality had set in a bit, and between the funerals, and rebuilding Hogwarts, and finding Hermione’s parents, and a million other little things, they had been very much rooted in the present. It wasn’t that Ron didn’t think about the future—he thought about it quite a lot, actually—but they definitely hadn’t talked about it. And he wanted to change that, wanted Hermione to know that she was it for him, everything he ever wanted.

Hermione threw her arms around him suddenly, and he leaned back, pulling them both down to his mattress. “That’s the best gift you could ever give me,” she mumbled into his neck. “A future.”

“Well, I couldn’t fit our entire future into a box, but this was the next best thing.”

She pulled back slightly to look at him. “Do you have to have a witty retort for everything I say?” she asked, half glaring at him and half smirking.

“Yeah, ‘course. Do you love me in spite of that or because of it?” Ron teased.

“A bit of both,” she sighed contentedly, laying down and snuggling back into his side. “Definitely a bit of both.”

#romione fanfic #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger #2020 hpromione discord secret santa

[cozyjsuh]

nct au

favorite things au

genre: all fluff here

pairing: nct 127 x reader

taeil: hand kisses

10/10 the most loving person ever

loves to hold your hand and place kisses on it whenever you’re around

the other boys gag at the sight of their simp of a member 

“ew hyung. get a room.”

“you rascal, i can’t. i share with yuta.”

movie nights with him would just consist of him holding your hand close to his mouth so he could kiss it whenever he wants to

the both of your hands get super sweaty but he still doesn’t let go

leans his head onto your shoulder while you concentrate on the movie

when you sleep, he holds your hand close to his lips

overall, he loves the softness of your hands

johnny: forehead kisses

the man is literally 7’11

he can barely reach your forehead by bending down

when he embraces you, your face gets buried in his chest

and i’m ngl, you literally almost suffocate

still, the giant loves affection and touch

you’re literally big spoon 7/10 times

he loves to kiss your forehead when he comes back home from work

on date nights, as the both of you wait for the subway, he wraps you inside of his jacket and pulls you close to his chest while pressing forehead kisses nonstop.

“y/n. please come to bed, i wanna snuggle.”

“sorry, but working on something important.”

“more important than me?”

“of course.”

let me tell you, he sulked. for like an hour before asking for more cuddles.

“i’m just kidding, john. you’re more important than anything.”

flurry of forehead kisses and cuddles

taeyong: cheek kisses

a total softie

and everybody knows it

he likes to stare at you with a small smile every time you enthusiastically talk about anything

tbh most of the time it’s about your university classes

he doesn’t care because he just loves you too much

gets super jealous when you’re hanging around the other members

so he plants kisses on your cheeks every once in a while

you don’t notice his behavior until you feel a tiny tug on your sleeve and find him pouting

“why are you pouting?”

“because.”

“because?”

“pay attention to me, not them.”

you laugh at his words

“okay.”

he leans over to you and leaves a flurry of kisses on your cheeks whenever you lie on his bed and wait for him to finish playing games

your animal crossing houses are legit #couplegoals

he becomes mom of the nct group while you the dad

just loves you so much that he can’t keep his lips off of your cheeks

yuta: neck kisses

as everyone should know, yuta nakamoto is a trouble maker

he loves to embarrass you in front of anybody

which means giving you random neck kisses in front of your parents or the members

he also loves to do stupid pranks on you

one time, he put one red sock in with your white laundry

let’s just say, he got a good beating and slept on the couch for a week

another time, he mixed wasabi into your mint ice cream

thanks to your high spice tolerance you felt nothing

but he felt something when you beat him again

as you lay in bed, watching netflix on your ipad, he jumps on top of you and leaves soft kisses on your neck

“yuta, it tickles.”

does it more just to tease you

by the time you leave their dorm, your neck is wet with yuta’s saliva

doyoung: eye kisses

you lay in bed with him

enjoying the sunlight that shines through his window, to be exact

since his manager was busy with the other boys

the both of you had a chill day

you lay your head against his chest as music softly plays from his record player

he plays with your hair

twisting it, twirling it, everything basically

your legs wrap around his as he softly laughs while watching videos on his phone

“honey.”

“yes y/n?”

 “what do you love about me?”

“to be honest love, everything. but if i have to pick one thing, it would be your eyes.”

“why?”

“because i know that i’m the only one you look at.”

he leans and gently kisses your eyelid

and he’s right, he’s the only one you see

jaehyun: ear kisses

let me just get this out there

this boy wakes you up with ear kisses

he just adores your ears the most

he also loves it when you snuggle into his chest

that’s just when he can get closer to your ear

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, fully aware that you are listening

“you’re so beautiful.” or

“i’m so glad you’re mine.”

loves kissing your outer ear

with the plus of hearing your giggles

by the time he arrives back home, he back hugs you as you cook dinner

again, he whispers

“how was your day,” or

“hello honey.”

his breath tickles your ear

you push him off

“just get ready for dinner. then i’ll allow you to finish.”

he speeds off and comes back in legit four seconds

ready to give some ear kisses

jungwoo: nose kisses

junguwu

what’s more to say

he loves the size of your nose

especially when he can boop it with his finger

you can literally spend years away from jungwoo

but he will never forget your beautiful nose

any chance he gets, he doesn’t forget to kiss your nose

he will always take you to little hidden cafes for some alone time with you

the both of you read books while in the company of one another

you stare out into the snowy city

jungwoo on the other hand, stares at you

before grabbing your hand and running outside with you

you look at him surprised as he lets go and picks up a snowball before throwing it at your face

you then repeat his action

at the end of your snowball fight, your noses were red

he wraps his scarf around your neck and uses it to pull you closer before

dropping a kiss on your red nose

mark: classic lip kisses

mans is a classic romantic

he loves to leave pecks on your mouth randomly throughout the day

whenever you talk to him or the other members, the only thing he stares at are your lips

yuta, unfortunately notices

“yo mark, are you distracted by y/n’s lips?”

“w-what? n-no.”

you softly laugh and continue your story

one day, you and mark decide to go to an amusement park

he plays a bit of games to win you a stuffed animal

in which all attempts were fails

so you told him it was fine and just decided to go on rides

but not rollercoasters cause mark is a literal child

but your last ride of the day ends up being the ferris wheel

as the both of you finally reach the top, mark speaks

“y/n, i love you so much.”

“i love you too mark.”

he leans in for a kiss on his favorite part of your body

your lips

haechan: shoulder blade kisses

he’s a little shit

but he’s your little shit

you walk into the dreamies practice room as the finish up

setting down the bag of chicken you bought for them

hyuck takes you out of the room and to the roof of the building

“where are we going?”

“shh.”

he opens the door and

bam, picnic on the rooftop

“hyuck, you set this up?”

“no, jaemin and jeno did. but i helped!”

back hugging you, he leaves subtle kisses along your shoulder blades

the rest of the night was spent making fun of each other and a food fight

in which, you got in trouble by doyoung and taeyong

but you ran away after so it was fine

a/n: hi, i’m not dead, yet. but this is my first post after being on a super long hiatus on writing because of my writers block. i have so many stories i need to finish, so please stay optimistic and continue loving my stories!

overall masterlist

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[harrysgloves]

Fine Line (Chapter 5)

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word count: 2.5k

story summary: Since you were kids you and Harry had always walked that fine line of friends or something more. Now, pregnant by someone else, you find yourself staying with your long time best friend after things go sour with your boyfriend of 3 years.

Singlemom!Reader x Harry Styles

chapter summary: Your last night with your friends in town ends the same way it did in your childhood, curled up with Harry.

warnings: Language

a/n: Editing? I don’t know her. xx

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You flipped through a trashy magazine as your head laid on the soft pillow on Harry's couch. You knew you should have been looking for an apartment but you were determined to spend your remaining night with your girls in peace.

"What are you going to do when you can't paint your toes yourself?" Gemma asked as she dipped the brush back into the yellow polish you had snagged from Harry's bathroom cabinet.

"Make Harry do it." You said with a smile as you flipped another page.

"Fucker used to steal my polish so much." She grumbled as you let out a snorting laugh.

"You two ever going to talk about your thing?" Abby asked as she plopped back down in the living room a jar of pickles and peanut butter in hand along with ice cream and mayonnaise in the other. Your pregnancy cravings were already out of control and weird as hell.

"We don't have a thing." You said as you reached from the pickle jar, Abby jerking it out of your reach as she glared at you.

"We didn't believe you when you were 14. We don't believe you now." Gemma scoffed as she screwed the top back on the nail polish bottle.

"Withholding pickles from a pregnant lady should be illegal." You whined as you laid back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling of Harry's house.

"Just tell us the truth." Abby said with a smile as she tauntingly held the pickles in front of your eyes from where you laid.

"Nothing to tell." You said as you stared longingly at the jar of food that quickly disappeared from your line of sight. Your eyes following it to see the very unimpressed Abby's disbelieving face staring at you.

"Bullshit." Gemma said with a laugh as she took the jar of pickles, eating one, and mouthing 'so good'. Adding fuel to the flames as you rolled your eyes at her.

"The room you're staying in is decorated in bunnies, and you're trying to tell us nothing is going on?" Abby's eyebrow raised at you as Gemma happily ate YOUR pickles.

"Oi, it was a stupid childhood nickname." You said as you made grabby hands for the jar that Gemma pulled out of your reach.

"Fine, you two really want to know?" You asked with a huff their heads nodding instantly as they situated themselves for story time.

"Wait." Gemma paused as she got settled in her spot. "You're not going to tell me weird sex shit about my brother, right?"

"I will if you don't hand me that jar." You said barely having time to catch it as she shrieked and threw it at you.

"That's what I thought." You mumbled as you got the jar of mayonnaise, opening both to dip your pickle in it.

"God, that's fucking disgusting." Gemma said as she pulled a grossed out face. Watching you eating your snack with pure disgust.

"Never mind that. Spill the tea." Abby said as she laid her head in her hands, peering up to the couch at you.

"You two asked for it." You mumbled under your breath. Your back pressed against the couch as you let out a sigh.

"So, you know we were always close right?" You said as you dipped a pickle in the jar of mayonnaise. Their heads nodding their agreement as Abby gestured for you to continue with your story.

"And that summer before he left for his first tour we were really close?" Your eyes stayed fixed on your treat, teeth chewing the side of your cheek as you thought back to your time with your sweet Hazza.

"Yes! Oh my god, get on with it!" Abby groaned as you rolled your eyes at her. Gemma looking somewhere between curious and weirded out.

"Well, we had sex, he was my first."

"Ew. Okay, I don't think I can do this." Gemma said as she pulled a disgusted face. Abby quickly slapping her across the shoulder telling her to shut it as you continued.

"Anyways," You said as you glared at Gemma. "Afterwards, he started saying all this shit about staying with me 'cause my dad had just got his diagnosis, you know?"

Your eyes stinging with tears you were holding back as you swallowed harshly. The memories of your dad explaining to you that he wasn't just a normal kind of sick burning into your mind. The feeling of absolute hopelessness engulfing you all over again as he explained to you that he was too far gone for chemo treatments.

"So, I told him it was over. Whatever we had was a one time thing." You said as you took a bite from your snack as Abby's eyes widened.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Cause of the look Gemma is giving me right now." You said with a smile as Gemma continued to look absolutely horrified.

"It's just weird picturing my brother and you…" She trailed off as she gagged dramatically.

"Ew, don't picture us!" You shrieked, throwing a couch pillow at her.

"I can't help it!"

"Wait, so, have you liked him this whole time?" Abby asked as she ripped the pillow away from Gemma, your face giving away the answer before you could even speak.

"It's complicated." You said with a sigh. Your hands running down your face as you groaned.

"Can't be that complicated." Abby said as she rolled her eyes. Your hormones flaring as you debated smacking her. It was complicated. Or at least, to you it was complicated.

"I moved on with Jess." Your lips pursed as you thought about all the times he was there for you.

You had known him growing up but he was more Harry's friend than your friend. Once Harry left you two got closer. After your dad passed and your mom got sick he fell into place as the person who helped you through everything. By the time Harry got back from tour you'd convinced yourself you'd moved on. Replacing Harry with Jesse.

"Oh, you mean the asshole who knocked you up and left?" Gemma said with a very blatant tone of anger running through her voice. Even though you couldn't blame her for being angry, hell even you were still angry at him. You still had this part of your mind nagging at you to protect him. After all, he was the father of your soon to be child.

"Think he just needs time." You swallowed down the lump in your throat from the lie you had just told. Both your friends not believing you but neither one of them wanting to push the topic and trigger a hormonal meltdown.

>>>

"Wish you guys weren't leaving so soon." You said a little while later. Another rom-com playing in the background as you braided Abby's hair.

"I know." Gemma sighed, her eyes shooting up from her spot on the floor as you tried your best to hide the disappointment on your face.

You were going to miss them.

Miss the comfort and stability they gave you.

"I can stay another week." Abby popped up, making you stop fiddling with her hair.

"No you can't. Your boss already hates you and Kevin hasn't stopped calling since you left. The boy is like a lost puppy without you." A smile on your face as Abby swatted away your hands. Pissed you called out her man like that but you thought it was adorable.

He absolutely loved her. Exactly how she should be loved. Exactly how you wanted to be loved and accepted by some future partner.

"He's not a lost puppy." She grumbled as Gemma laughed.

"Yes he is!" She said through giggles, your own laugh ringing through the air as Abby grumbled from in front of you.

"Missin' all the fun?" Harry said from the dining room, a grin on his face as he saw all of you in his living room. Remembering all the times you three would camp out in the living room back when you were kids.

"Fun's just starting." You said as you moved over on the couch, tapping for him to sit beside you. "'Bout to make this lot flip on Footloose."

"No!" Gemma cried as she looked at you. Her eyes pleading with you to not make her watch it.

"God, please. Any other movie!" Abby groaned as Harry let out a chuckle, settling beside you on the couch. His arm around the back of it as you settled into his side.

"Come on. Me and Y/N know all the dance moves." Harry said with that toothy grin as his hand cupped the side of your head. His fingers playing with your hair as you hummed your agreement.

"Wish mum was here. She wouldn't let you two watch it." Gemma huffed with her hands crossing over her chest. Her eyes glaring at the ceiling.

"Whatever. We killed it back then. Only dance this fucker knew how to do." You said as you nudged Harry in his side.

"Oi, I wasn't that bad of a dancer!" He said loudly as you cracked up laughing at him. The other two joining in as you gave his cheek a few pitty taps.

"Whatever you gotta tell yourself, Hazza." Your smile across your lips as he mumbled about you being the world's biggest brat and pulling you in closer to his side.

The movie was barely on for 10 minutes before Abby and Gemma passed out. Their soft and not so soft snores filling the living room.

"They bitch 'bout the movie and they don't even make it 10 minutes in." Harry grumbled beside you as you shrugged.

This was a very accurate representation of your youth. Hanging with your friends and them passing out way before you, leaving you awake with Harry.

"Not like I didn't expect it." You said, Harry humming his agreement as your head rested on his lap. "How was Mitch and Sarah?"

"Fine. Annoyin'." He grumbled as you turned over on your back to peer up at him. The dark room surrounding both of you, the blue light of the TV hitting across the high peaks of his cheek bones.

"You think everyone's annoying." You smiled as he turned his head down to look at you. His lips curling as his hand rubbed up and down your arm. Something so soothing that he'd done so many times.

"Not you." He said as you snuggled into his tummy. His hand tightening around your arm slightly as he felt that familiar fluttering of butterflies swirling in his stomach from your touch. "Well maybe if y'keep eating all the pickles and mayonnaise in the house."

"I can't help it!" You gasped, your head snapping to get a view of him smirking at you.

"Mhm. Just wanted to stay fo' a few days fo' my snacks, bunny. Don't lie." His fingers cupped under your chin as he lifted your eyes to look at him.

You swallowed that feeling burning deep inside of you as you smiled sweetly up to him. His eyes twinkling with that hint of mischief you used to know so well.

You didn't have to read minds to know you two were already slipping back into those murky waters of the unknown chemistry between you two.

"You do have good snacks. Those little cookie things? Yeah, they're amazing."

"I saw you eatin' those mint chocolate cookies with mustard. How the fuck is that good?" He scoffed out a laugh, reality slapping you in the face as you shrugged.

"Dunno, the baby wants it."

The room felt like the air was taken out of it as you both stared at each other. The baby, Jesse, Camille, all of it running back into both your minds as Kevin Bacon's voice rang around the room. Your body pulled away from him even though your mind begged you not to.

"When's y'appointment?" He asked as his hands rubbed down his thighs, fidgeting with his rings.

"Thursday." Your eyes stayed fixed directly on the TV as you spoke. Teeth biting your bottom lip as your arms wrapped around yourself.

"So, they'll be gone." He asked, gesturing to the two snoring logs on the floor in front of you two.

"Mhm."

"You tell Jess 'bout it?" He asked and even though your eyes were burning holes through the television you could feel his uneasiness.

"Yup." You said with a sigh, leaning back against the couch. "Well, I tried but you know…"

"He's a dick." Harry mumbled under his breath a smile cracking on your face as you nodded your agreement.

"Maybe he'll come around." You shrugged, your fingers picking off the lint on your plaid pajama bottoms. Not wanting to get into this with him.

Not wanting to get into this conversation with anyone.

"Maybe I'll call my mum and she'll make him come 'round." Harry offered with that grin on his face.

"Okay. I want the option of him being in the baby's life. If Anne gets ahold of him, it's game over."

"Yeah, she'd be a bit… violent." He said with a laugh, your head nodding as you hummed your agreement.

"Remember when my homecoming date stood me up? That was scary." You blew out a breath as your eyes widened, remembering her storming into the dance to tell him off.

While it was sweet. It was probably the most embarrassing experience of your teenage years.

That and the time you started your period in a white skirt but you tried your absolute hardest to forget that ever happened. Even though Harry was sweet enough to give you his gym shorts for the day it was a fucking nightmare.

"Pretty sure that guy cried."

"We had a good time though." You said a smile ghosting your lips as your head rested on his shoulder. Him humming his agreement as his own head rested on top of yours.

"I'll go with yeh to y'appointment." He said a little while later, his eyes looking down to see you already staring at him.

"You don't have to, Haz. Know you hate doctors offices." His eyes rolling at you as he nudged you a bit with his shoulder.

"'S different when 's me goin'. Wanna go with yeh."

"You sure?" You questioned, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him. Knowing damn well his white coat anxiety was rough on him.

He just rolled his eyes at you. Smiling as he nodded his head. His arm reached around to pull you into his chest and even though you knew deep down inside of you that you two were crossing that line. You couldn't help how good he made you feel.

You sighed, settling into his chest. Eyes growing heavy as his hand ran over your hair. His breathing sounded like a gentle song lulling you to sleep.

"Night, love." He said a while later even though you couldn't hear him. Your slowed breathing giving away you were asleep as his lips pressed to your cheek.

"Going to get your heartbroken." He heard his sister mumble out from the other side of the room. Her head still resting on the pillow she had on the living room floor.

"I know."

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[hongism]

First of all, Hi! how are you? haven't talked to you in a while..hope you're doing good! 😘✌ Second, I just saw the "would you rather" thing so, if it's still open, would you rather have lazy but very romantic morning sex with Mingi or suck San's cock after he comes back tired from dance practice? (Whew, I would like both tbh! 👀😳✊)

pairing: san x reader

genre: idol au, smut

rating: Mature

summary: san always says he can’t handle your antics, but when you go down on him like this, he can’t complain

word count: 1372

warnings: shower sex, blowjobs, oral sex, praise, san is sof boi and loves praising reader, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: hi baby!!! I hope you’re doing well and taking good care of yourself esp in these times! whew i would definitely adore both as well 🥵🥵

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"How was practice, baby?" You ask as San steps through the door. You don't pay as much attention to the man who walks behind him as your boyfriend falls into your waiting embrace. Yunho snorts as he comes in, but he moves around the two of you to make his way to his bed. San presses his face against your neck. A few beads of sweat linger on his skin, and you gently push him off you.

"Ew, you need a shower, Sannie." You pat the side of his face gently. San laughs, eyes crinkling and turning into soft crescents as he looks at you.

"Well, you're gonna need one too now that I've gotten my sweat on you." San sends a wink your way, the smile never leaving his lips.

"You planned this, didn't you?" You grip him by the shoulders and throw your head back in laughter. San drops his hands to your waist. He doesn't confirm or deny the statement, and you know that you're right. He tugs you closer with a shit-eating grin. "I knew it, you little shit." Slapping his arm, you push him off you. Yunho sighs from his spot on his bed.

"Please keep it down in there. I really don't wanna hear you guys going at it again." He covers his face with his hands, hold body shuddering as he thinks back to the last time he overheard the two of you going at it. "Last time was traumatic."

"Oh hush, it wasn't that bad." San scoffs and rolls his eyes. He brings his hand to your ass, spanking you lightly for Yunho to see, and Yunho makes a gagging noise. "You enjoyed it. Too much."

"San, quit pestering him!" You slap your boyfriend's arm before grabbing him by the collar and tugging him towards the bathroom. San cackles and lets you pull him into the bathroom rather than staying to bother Yunho. "You're just looking for trouble, baby." San kicks the bathroom door shut behind you two, laughing as he closes the distance between your mouths. You grab him by the chin before his lips hit yours and gently push him back. "After the shower."

"What about during?" San offers, arching a brow at you. "Definitely during."

"I didn't say that." You through your head back with a laugh. San moves for the shower first, cranking the water on, and you begin to strip your clothes off layer by layer. "But maybe during wouldn't be too bad."

"I knew it," San chuckles. He turns towards you, a low whistle escaping his lips as he spots you without clothes. "You're so gorgeous."

"Are you looking in the mirror again, baby?" You ask with a coy smirk. San strips himself of his shirt then turns to the mirror.

"Actually, maybe I am." You bring your hand against his ass as his pants slip off, giggling at his hiss of disapproval. "Cheeky baby."

"You're the only one who's looking rather cheeky, baby." You send a wink his way as you glance over your shoulder before stepping into the shower without San. He follows close behind though, hands falling to your hips as soon as he steps in.

"Between the two of us, you have the better ass." You hum to yourself at his compliment and turn towards him. San doesn't look at you; instead, his head is facing the showerhead with eyes closed as the water pours over him. You giggle under your breath, dropping to your knees before him. San's eyes flutter open when your hands find his thighs, and his dick twitches in anticipation at the sight of you on your knees for him. "Well hello there, princess."

You lean closer to him, pressing your lips against the juncture of his hip and sucking gently at the skin there. You keep sucking and tugging at the skin until you're satisfied with the mark left on his tan skin. "Hello baby." San runs a hand from the top of your head down to your chin.

"What are you doing, princess?" He lifts your chin a little. You bring your hand to his cock with a small grin across your lips.

"Treating my boyfriend."

"Mhm, as I can see. That's not what I mean though."

"You seem tired. I just wanna treat you." You hum before pressing your lips against the tip of his cock. San releases a deep sigh and wraps his hand around the back of your head. Thankfully, San's back blocks the barrage of water from hitting you in the face. You don't waste any time in getting to business and taking his member into your mouth. San can't keep his hand still, wrapping it up in your hair, and he lets you run your tongue along the underside of his cock a few times before starting to control the rhythm of your bobs with his grip.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you take my cock like this," San groans out. He lets his head fall back a bit, and you feel water begin to hit your body. You're too preoccupied with his member to care about the water cascading over you. "Ugh look at you. Such a good little princess. Your mouth is so good around me." San gives a shallow thrust into your mouth, groaning as he fucks your mouth. "Shit, your mouth is so fucking warm and wet."

You hum at the praise and send vibrations through San's cock. It brings another low moan out of his lips, along with a sharp thrust into your mouth, and you know he's getting close because the thrusts are losing their rhythm. You pull off him quickly, stopping right before he cums.

"I want you to cum in me, babe," you announce as you get back to your feet. San all but growls as he hears your words and wastes no time in turning you to face the shower wall. You giggle at his eagerness, but the laugh quickly turns into a drawn-out moan as San spanks you. "Shit, Yunho definitely heard that." San's fingers find your core, quickly drawing over the wetness before gently pressing into you. He immediately curls them in you and brushes your sweet spot.

"Don't talk about him while I've got my fingers in your pretty little pussy, princess." San presses up against you, cock pushed between your thighs.

"Then fuck me already and make sure I don't do it again," you counter as you look over your shoulder to challenge him. San takes you up on it and pulls his fingers out of you to replace it with his member instead. He slowly pushes into you, reveling in the moan that leaves your lips as he bottoms out, and you reach down to brush your clit with two fingers. San is already close so you have some catching up to do since you know San's favorite thing is cumming with you.

"You're always so tight around me, fuck. Holy fuck your pretty little cunt takes my cock so well. Make pretty sounds for me baby?" You moan in response, but it quickly develops into a loud whine as he hits your g-spot.

"O-Oh, fuck, fuck, shit, Sannie, oh-oh my--hngh--" You cut off with another moan and lean your head against the shower wall. Your fingers move faster against your clit, speeding up until you feel yourself on the brink of orgasm, and San is right there with you. "Ah-Ah, I'm about to -- I'm gonna cum."

"I'm close-ah, too, princess." San speeds up his thrusts, almost matching the rhythm of your fingers. "I'm gonna cum." San gives one more thrust before spilling hot cum into you. The sensation brings you over the edge as well, clenching your walls around him, and you release a loud moan that Yunho (and possibly others) can surely hear. San remains inside you until you finish cumming. He waits for your walls to stop clenching before slowly pulling out with a low groan.

"You seemed to enjoy that, baby."

"My girlfriend really knows how to treat me." San leans forward and presses a kiss to the side of your face. "Now let's take a real shower so I can snuggle you in bed."

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[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Home Movies

Pairing: Nasty Suicide x Reader

Author’s Note: I want to apologize for how long these imagines have been taking me. Lately, I just feel like my writing is turning out like shit, and I never wanna give you guys something that I don’t think is good. Anyways, ignore my pity party, and enjoy this! 

ALSO, this one does focus heavily on having a kid with Nasty and pregnancy is sort of implied (but I tried to keep it open towards other means of becoming a parent), so if that’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

The sound of your own laughter stopped you in your tracks as you carried a basket of laundry down the hall. You tilted your head in confusion. It wasn’t every day that you heard your own voice echoing from another room in the house.

“Nasty,” you called, knowing that he was somewhere around. “What are you doing?” You had a feeling your lover was behind this.

Sure enough, Nasty’s voice responded from the same direction of the familiar laughter you heard earlier.

“In here!”

You put down the laundry and followed his voice to the living room, where you found him lounging on the couch, entranced by the home videos playing on the television screen. He was still clad in his boxers and a t shirt, not yet dressed for the day. A steaming cup of coffee was perched on the end table.

“What are you watching these for?” you asked as you made your way over to him and joined him on the couch.

Not taking his eyes of the screen, Nasty shrugged. “Dunno,” he said. “Just saw the tape and decided to put it in.”

You looked to the screen to see what was going on. On the TV, a younger version of the two of you were giving a tour of your new home to your good friend, Razzle, who was behind the camera filming.

“Over here,” Nasty said, walking into the master bedroom, “is my favorite room.” The room was sparsely decorated, you and Nasty had only a sparse amount of money leftover from your first deposit on the house.

Razzle piped up from behind the video camera. “Why’s that?” he asked as he panned the camera around the room.

You rolled your eyes as a wolfish grin came across Nasty’s face.

“Well,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, “me and (Y/N) have a lot of fun in here if you catch my drift.”

Razzle made a gagging sound in the background as you and Nasty burst into simultaneous bouts of laughter.

“Come on,” you said once you’d regained your composure. “I’ll show you the kitchen.”

The video cut out a few moments after that and skipped ahead to another date in time. This time you and Nasty’s friends sat gathered in the very same living room you were currently sitting in, talking amongst themselves.

You snuggled up next to Nasty, who swung an arm around your shoulders, as you watched the scene unfold. You had to admit to yourself that watching these snippets from your past brought back a wonderful feeling of nostalgia.

“What’s with the camera?” Michael asked, looking directly into the lens. His eyeliner was heavy and made his blue eyes pop loudly. He looked younger and his hair was long.

Nasty must have been the one holding it because you suddenly came into frame wearing a huge smile.

“Well,” you said, “We have something to tell you guys.” This earned the attention of all your guests. You wrung your hands nervously in front of you. After a beat of silence, you finally spoke again. “Me and Nasty,” you began, looking over to the man behind the camera for moral support, “we’re going to have a baby.”

Shouts of surprise and excitement immediately filled the room. You couldn’t quite make out what anyone in particular was saying as everyone was speaking over each other. Sami, one of your best friends, was the first to stand and engulf you in a hug. He leaned in to whisper something into your ear.

The video paused and you looked over to see Nasty holding the remote. He turned to you with a sentimental look.

“Do you remember that day?” he asked you.

“Yeah,” you hummed. “If feels like just yesterday.”

He nodded his head in agreement with you. “It’s hard to believe it’s been five years.”

As if on cue, your son’s footsteps could suddenly be heard coming down the hall. He appeared in the doorway shortly after, dark fluffy hair sticking up in every direction and his pajama clad body practically bouncing with the energy only a four-year-old seemed capable of possessing.

“I dreamed about an airplane last night!” he cheered upon entering the room. He clambered his way onto the couch without invitation and wiggled his way between you and Nasty.

Nasty smiled down fondly at the child. “That’s super cool bud,” he said, ruffling his son’s hair.

“What are you watching?” the little boy asked, eyes instantly drawn to the colorful images paused on the television.

“Home videos,” you responded. “Videos from before you were born.”

“Is that Uncle Sami?” he asked, pointing to the frozen screen. Sami and you stood mid-embrace.

“Yeah,” you said. “This is right after we told everyone that you’d be joining our family.”

Your son’s big blue eyes squinted at the screen, trying to make out what was going on. “Was he happy?” he asked.

“Everyone was happy,” Nasty answered.

Your son nodded, content with that response, and turned his focus back to the TV.

Nasty took the hint to unpause the video.

The hug between you and Sami faded out as a new video began. This one, weeks later, at a birthday party for Nasty. You were filming for a change and had the camera pointed to Nasty who was seated on the couch opening birthday presents from his mates.

He was pulling the tissue paper out of a gift bag as he joked around with Andy and Razzle. They were sitting next to him, balancing plates of cake on their laps.

Finally, Nasty pulled the gift out of the bag and held it up. It was a shirt, made for a baby, with the words, “future drummer” written across it. The gift, of course, was from Razzle.

Everyone laughed while Nasty jokingly rolled his eyes at the present.

“No way!” he playfully argued, putting the shirt down. “My kid’s gonna be a guitar player.”

“Yeah!” Andy sided.

Razzle was quick to retort with a list of reasons as to why drums were a much better instrument than guitar could ever be. You kept on filming, entertained greatly by the scene in front of you.

“Hey!” Mike cut in, pulling the attention to him. “What about saxophone?”

Shouts of disapproval could be heard before the video cut out and skipped ahead.

You and Nasty both laughed at the memory while your son looked confused.

“I want to play drums,” he said, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

“You do?” you asked, surprised. He’d never said anything about that before this moment. “You’re already learning guitar.”

Your son nodded determinately. “I want to know both.”

Nasty shifted to look at him. “Hmm, I see,” he said. “I guess I can call Uncle Raz today and see about getting you some lessons,” he said.

Your son screamed with joy and threw his arms around Nasty’s neck. Your heart swelled at the sight of your two favorite boys sharing such a sweet moment. Your son had turned out just like Nasty, not just in looks, but in personality as well. He seemed shy and reserved in public, but around his friends and family he was always talking and making everyone laugh. He absolutely loved music too. Nasty had begun to teach him guitar when he was just two. The boy had begged to learn as soon as he knew how to. You felt extremely lucky to have the two of them in your life.

You turned your head as Nasty switched on the home videos one more time.

“Babe, look at him.”

You were holding the camera once again. It was aimed at Nasty, but this time, he was standing in the nursery looking down fondly into the crib.

You panned the camera over as to catch sight of the baby sleeping soundly inside.

“He’s adorable,” you whispered, careful to keep your voice lowered so you wouldn’t wake the baby.

“He’s perfect,” Nasty corrected. He looked up and you brought the camera back to focus on his face. “I love you,” he said, “and I love him. My perfect family.”

You leaned over your son and captured Nasty’s lips in a quick kiss, feeling nothing but overwhelming love for the man sitting next to you. He returned your kiss hungrily.

“Ew,” your son whined from beneath you. His nose crinkled up in disgust.

“Ew?” Nasty said, feigning shock. “I’ll show you mister!” he declared before grabbing hold of your son, pulling him onto his lap and covering the giggling boy’s face with kisses.

“I love you too,” you answered off-screen. “I love you both.”

#nasty suicide #nasty suicide imagine #nasty suicide x reader #nasty x reader #hanoi rocks #hanoi rocks x reader #hanoi rocks imagine #wanda writes

[peachberry-milk]

Harmless Joke

( i laughed at this not gonna lie, its a bit bad lol )

warning: none

word count: 1232

type: fluff

original post: 04-07-20

ATEEZ Hongjoong x male reader

( I liked this gif toooo much to not use, credit to owner )

 f/s = Favorite snack

M/n's POV

I was currently with my boyfriend and Ateez's leader, Hongjoon, we were walking to a convenience store while doing a vlive.

The reason why we're going to the store, was because we didn't have snacks, and drinks, and Hongjoon and I didn't want to go to a big store since we both knew that we would just buy stuff that we don't need.

I held his hand, as he talked into the camera, he had put his face mask down while I had mine up since I didn't want anyone to know how I looked, and also because my face wasn't the best right now.

He continued talking about why we were out, and walking instead of driving, "We aren't driving because M/n's car isn't working, and also because it's very beautiful outside right now" he said smiling as he explained, "and also the store is close enough for walking" I had said causing Hongjoong to laugh, "Yeah and that too" he nodded in agreement.

After a while of walking, we had finally made it to the store. I pulled down my mask as I walked to go get the drinks the guys wanted, and then went to go find the one I and Hongjoon wanted.

As I looked I heard Hongjoong talking, causing me to smile softly, and saw something, causing me to smirk and grab it. I made my way to him with an arm full of drinks and also....condoms! Just to mess with him.

I pulled up my mask and held up the box full of condoms, and said: "Hongjoong-ah do you think these will do?" I looked up and pretended that I didn't see him filming.

Hongjoong blushed deeply, "M/N!!!" He squealed out as he quickly ended the live, and smacked my arm, "ow! Why'd you do that?" I said faking my innocence, "You Know why! ah! So embarrassing!" He said as he holds his cheeks, I laughed and gave him the box, he grabbed the box and read it, "M/n you can't be serious" he said blushing a dark red, "D-don't we ha-have some as home an-anyway" "But these are ultra-thin! Look it says that you can fee-" "SHUSH!!" He covered his face with his mask and walked away, causing me to laugh way more then I was.

"Hongjoong, I'm sorry" I pouted as he continued to ignore me, we had left the store after getting everything we needed, and once we had left the store, he started ignoring me.

THIRD PERSON POV

"Hongjoong-ah!!! Please talk to me, I'm sorry for what I said" M/n continued to try and cuddle with him, but he kept pushing him away as he answered questions from fans, he was doing another vlive, M/n pouted and walked away from him and walked over to San. He laid his head on his shoulder and whines, "what's wrong M/n?" San chuckled, as he knew what happened, but just wanted to see what M/n would say "Hongjoong is ignoring me because I said I wanted these new condoms, it was a joke, and then he got embarrassed and just stopped talking" M/n sighed softly, San burst out laughing at what M/n said, "OMG!!! M/N!!" San cried out as M/n just pouted even more.

"Stop laughing and help me~" he whined while shaking his arm, "Okay okay, I will," San said while he stopped laughing. M/n smiled and hugged San and kissed his cheek "YOU'RE the BEST!!!" He screamed out.

After a few hours, they had made a plan. The plan was to get Hongjoon either jealous or somehow get him to talk to M/n without thinking.

San and M/n were in the kitchen, San was getting some snacks and M/n was on his phone watching his boyfriends Vlive, San walked over to him while he chewed, "Hongjoong thick" M/n said while grabbing a chip from SAN's bag.

San faked gag "Ew, please stop, everyone knows that Mingi, Yunho and Wooyoung are the thick ones" San laughs causing M/n to laugh. "I mean, Hongjoong never let me, and it's a bit weird staring at people's asses that you're not close with," M/n said eating more.

"Then that's the way to make Hongjoong jealous!! Stare or talk about someone's ass" San said smiling, M/n nodded "Maybe, but most of you guys are way younger and it's creepy" M/n shuddered "True...maybe! Try Seonghwa! He's around the same age as Hongjoong" San said stuffing his face.

"If he's okay with it-" "he is, trusts me" San smiled while running to go get him.

Seonghwa and M/n were on the couch cuddling. Seonghwa's back was against M/n's chest, M/n's arms wrapped around his waist.

The two-plus San were watching a movie, the Vlive has ended by the time they convinced Seonghwa.

The three males laughed at the tv, as they watched 'What's New Scooby-Doo'

"OMG, why didn't you tell us about this a long time ago M/N!!" Seonghwa said turning his body towards M/N's face, "You never really seemed interested, well Hongjoong didn't so I guess I thought you guys wouldn't either " he shrugged, Seonghwa smiled sadly and leaned his head against his bandmates boyfriend shoulder.

M/N cleared his throat and continued to watch the movie. After awhile Hongjoong left his room and saw that Seonghwa and his boyfriend were all over each other, Hongjoong stared at them for the longest, as he watches them feed each other f/s while both males laugh.

Hongjoong scoffed in disbelief, he walked up to them and crossed his arms, M/n smiled at him "Hey babe, when did you finish filming? " He asked even if he did know when he did, Seonghwa slowly moved away from M/n's lap as he saw the glare his older bandmate had given him,

Hongjoong smirked in satisfaction and sat himself down where Seonghwa was previous, he snuggled into him while M/n laughed and put his head on the top of the smaller male.

"Not that I don't enjoy this babe but what are you doing? " M/n asked while secretly smirking at San and Seonghwa who had left after that smirk.

" I don't like that he was here, I'm the only one who should be here" Hongjoong pouted while blushing heavily, M/n nodded and gave a hum in agreement, " Yes baby, whatever you say" the taller one of the two males, stood up while still holding the one on his lap.

Hongjoong gasped and wrapped his arms and legs around him, M/n started walking to the leader's room, he set him on the bed and laid him there, the leader looked at him in confusion when he saw the slightly older male close and lock the door.

"W-what are you doing?" Hongjoong asks while the other turned to face him while talking off the hoodie he had been wearing all day, " Trying to cuddle with my beautiful boyfriend without anyone ruining it" He answered truthfully, as he went to lay down next to him and wrapped his long arms around Hongjoong's small waist, " I love you baby, please don't forget that" He whispered, Hongjoong smiled at his lover and snuggled into him even more.

the two quickly fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

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[propertyofnikkisthighs]

Afraid Ch. 12

Warnings: Nightmare scene. Blood mention. Possible tw for that.

Taglist: @sparxx27, @kaitieskidmore1, @fandomshit6000, @leatherandheels​. @madamsixx​

“It’s called Braxton Hicks contractions” the doctor explained to a fresh off a panic attack Nikki who had just regained the color in his face.

“So what does this mean? Is the baby okay? Is he going to come prematurely?” Nikki asked his hand in mine squeezing slightly.

“The baby is perfectly fine, we are however worried about (y/n) blood pressure levels. They were high, which granted you were in a stressful situation, and we want to monitor that so we’re suggesting an appointment with your regular doctor next week to recheck your levels to assess if you need to be on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy.” He smiled softly closing my file in his hands.

“Any other questions?” He asks standing from his chair.

“Between now and the next appointment should she be taking it easy?” Nikki again speaks up before I can get a word out.

“For now maintain your normal routine until told otherwise.”

“And what about sex?” He blurts out.

“Nikki!” I smack him on the shoulder my face growing red.

“I was waiting for that question.” The doctor chuckles. “As long as you’re taking it easy, the baby is okay so it is safe to have sex. Also if you’re engaging in cunnalingus make sure to not blow air into her vaginal canal.”

“Jesus who’s blowing into there, it’s not an animal balloon.” Nikki shakes his head in disbelief and I feel my embarrassment growing.

“Thank you doctor for your time. I think we’re done here” I just want to be home in my bed with Nikki, Whiskey, and Alarik at this point. I get my things together and head to the waiting room while Nikki bothered the doctor with more questions relating to our sex life that I didn’t care to hear.

Tommy rushes up to me looking about just as shell shocked as Nikki had been and places both his hands on my belly.

“So you and the baby are okay? He’s not coming yet?” He asks worried his eyes bouncing from mine to my bump.

“Yes Tommy everything is fine. Yeesh.” I roll my eyes and look around the waiting room not seeing Vince. “Where’s Vince?” “Yeah Tommy you would think she’s having your kid.” Nikki surfaces chuckling and then getting a serious look on his face. “She’s not having your kid right?”

“Ew! No way!” Tommy and I say at the same time followed by “What do you mean ew?” also in unison.

Nikki tosses an arm around my shoulder chuckling while directing us out of the hospital.

“It just wouldn’t be the first time Tommy and I were eskimo brothers is all” He smirks.

“For our sake I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that to me.” I do however elbow his ribs a little for good measure. “And nobody answered me about Vince.”

“Oh yeah, he said he had some stuff to do so he called a cab and left.” Tommy shrugs hopping into the backseat of the jeep.

The ride home is about as quiet as it can be with Tommy talking the whole ride back to the house, but Nikki was not nearly as responsive. He kept squeezing my thigh and casting nervous glances at me that he would try to cover with a smile when I caught him. I know this episode had scared him, but the doctor said I was fine now and these kinds of contractions were normal. My hand rubbed across my stomach that seemed to expand every day and I felt our baby kick in response. Yeah, he was fine. A shit head just like his dad, but fine.

The sound of Nikki undressing to get into bed wakes me up and I glance at the clock near our bed which reads that it’s a little past three in the morning. His arms snake around my side and his hands come to rest on my stomach while he places soft kisses on my exposed shoulder blade. I sigh and turn my head to look over my shoulder at his small shows of affection. He was so different from the strung out Nikki I had met years ago.

“What?” His smile is crooked, and boyish, and I can’t help but place a small kiss against his lips.

“I just love you Nikki Sixx.” I hum getting comfortable again in bed.

“And I love you (y/n) Sixx” Nikki yawned pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head.

Nikki had taken to calling me by his last name over the course of the past few weeks despite us not being engaged or an engagement even being mentioned. I loved it, because it was sweet and showed that he really saw a forever future with me more than me just being the mother of his child. I also hated it because it filled me with a sense of dread that I just couldn’t put my finger on. Getting married would mean that there is more to lose if we were to end things between us. And I couldn’t afford to lose more than what was already at stake with us having a child together.

“I just don’t understand why you have to go back.” I pouted watching as Nikki packed a small suitcase to go back to touch some things up for the album. I was too far along in my pregnancy to fly and was still being monitored for high blood pressure.

“Babe it’s only for a few days.” He laughed at my mini temper tantrum and pressed a kiss to my hairline. “I will be back on new years eve so we will get to ring in the new year together.”

“You know as a recovering fuck up,” I began and Nikki collapsed to the floor in laughter which made me fall into a fit of giggles. “You know it’s hard when your old drinking holidays pass you up and you’re fat and pregnant.”

“Baby. You’re not fat.” Nikki cooed.

“Tell that to swollen ankles and stomach the size of a watermelon.” I emphasize my point by pointing to each body part I mentioned.

“Well when he is born that will all go to normal and you get a mini me out of the deal. I would say you’re winning more than losing”

“Oh well when you put it that way.” I roll my eyes.

“All you have to do is hold down the fort for a few days and I promise I’ll bring you a tape so you get first listen to the album you helped create.” He pinched at my cheek and I pressed a kiss to his wrist.

“That’s all I ask please”

Saying goodbye to Nikki at the airport was harder than I thought. I finally let tears stream down my face as I drove back home in silence. The house had never seemed so large and yet so small as it did when I walked into it alone. Somebody was always here, whether it was Nikki himself or the boys all here, it was never this quiet. I let myself wallow for a few more minutes before I decide it would be better to cuddle on the couch and watch tv with Whiskey than to cry.

The ringing of the house phone makes me jump awake. The living room is dimly lit from the tv playing in the background, but the house itself is dark. I still am trying to get my bearings and I hear the phone ring again. Slowly shuffling my way over to where the phone was hooked up in the kitchen.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Sixx?” The voice on the other end says though everything sounds staticy.

“Um yes?” I don’t argue that I’m not actually Mrs. Sixx as I normally would. “This is the Toronto police.” My stomach falls into my feet, fearing Nikki relapsed and did something stupid.

“I’m sorry, but there was an accident with the plane. Nobody made it.”

The phone slips from my hands and I collapse to the floor. My hands are shaking and the sound of my tears hitting the tile is the only thing I can hear. Until I start screaming. I’m screaming and crying so violently I begin to gag and I can’t catch my breath. My stomach cramps and I’m vomiting on the kitchen floor. My baby boy is going to have to grow up without a father now. My stomach cramps again and I feel warmth rush down my legs. My water can’t be breaking now this is the worst time to come oh he is such his father’s son. I crawl on my hands and knees to the bathroom down the hall and use the counter to pull myself up and flick on the light. Red. Everything is red. My water didn’t break. This was blood. More blood than I had ever seen in my life.

“No no no no.” I scream. “This can’t be happening.”

I wake up in a cold sweat nearly tossing Alarik off of my legs from the sudden motion. I look around the living room and see the sun is just begining to set. I fling the cover off of me and examine my stomach and make sure no blood is around me. The phone rings and I’m hit with a wave of anxiety that my dream was a premonition. My mom used to say she would frequently dream of things happening to her before they would really happen. My hands are shaking as I take the phone off the hook and press it to my ear.

“H-Hello?”

“Hey baby we just made it to the hotel.” Nikki’s voice comes over the telephone and I had never felt so relieved in my life.

“Oh good. Good.” I breathe out.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong with the baby?” I can hear the panic in Nikki’s voice.

“I’m okay and baby is okay. I just had a nightmare is all and the phone woke me up.” I physically and mentally relax now that I’ve gotten to hear Nikki’s voice.

“Aww babe you’re having nightmares without me there?” I can practically see the smirk on his face even without him being in front of me.

“In my defense when was the last time I had to sleep alone, or be home alone?”

“If it makes you feel better I probably won’t be getting much sleep at all here.” His soft chuckle warms my heart and I’m glad to know I’m not the only one struggling with the distance.

“Hey maybe T-Bone will wanna snuggle since you’re both there without your women.” I joke.

“What makes you think we aren’t snuggling right now?” He ups the anti.

“I miss you already.” I whisper into the phone.

“I missed you the moment I stepped onto the plane. How am I going to survive without your soft snores in my ear?”

“With a good nights rest” I snort into the phone and his responding chuckle calms the remaining nerves I have from my horrible dream.

“Speaking of, I need to get some shut eye. Flights always make me-”

“Extremely tired. I know” I finish for him.

“Goodnight baby I’ll call when I have a free moment.”

“I love you Nikki Sixx.”

“I love you (y/n) Sixx.”

I hold on to the phone for a few minutes after the line goes dead as a reminder that my dream wasn’t real and Nikki was in fact safe at his hotel right now. I pinch my shoulder for good measure to make sure I really was awake this time and round the corner to see Alarik and Whiskey waiting at the top of the stairs for me. They follow me into the bedroom and stand at the end of the bed staring as I get into bed. I look over at the empty spot next to me that normally Nikki laid in and felt a twinge of sadness.

“Well I know Daddy says you’re not supposed to get in the bed, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him huh?” I smile at my fuzzy companions and pat the bed signalling them to climb up and they oblige.

I sigh and snuggle deeper into my covers and get comfortable ready for sleep to take over my body.

But then the baby rolls onto my bladder.

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