#I KEEP BANGING THESE OUT IN ONE GO HELP MEEEE
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Carnal desires
Loki x female reader
18+| contains smut, a lot of smut and like barely any plot. My smut feels so repetitive 🙄 or is it just meeee?? Anyways I thought let’s change it up a bit with diff scenarios - these will be very random 😂
Scenario: imagine you and Loki being at some kind of party together maybe with friends etc and the drunker you both get the more you’re giving each other the eye, the I wanna tear your clothes off and bang you right here eyes but you know you can’t so you occasionally smile knowing that as soon as you get home it’s game over.
“I think we’re going to head home now.” You announce, refusing the shot being offered to you by Natasha.
“Home? The nights just beginning.” She insists, looking around at your peers for support.
“Me and Loki need to be up early tomorrow” you lie “besides, I’ve already had too much to drink.”
“Yes, me too.” Loki agreed, wondering why you both had to be up tomorrow.
“Yep, so we better be going.” You smile politely at everyone, grabbing Loki’s hand before dragging him out of the club and slamming your lips onto his in a kiss that leaves you both dizzy.
“Why do we have to be up early tomorrow?” He asks breathlessly.
“We don’t.” You answer, kissing him again before breaking the kiss to order an Uber.
The whole journey you and Loki barely pull apart, either kissing each other or subtly touching hoping that the driver is none the wiser. The more your lips moved against one another’s, the slower the kiss was as if you were savoring the flavour of whisky on his tongue. His lips moved to your neck as your head fell back against the headrest behind you, granting him further access as your eyes fell closed before feeling the car come to a stop.
“Loki, baby, we’re home.” You spoke, making him look up at you as the driver cut his eye at you in the rear view mirror.
“Home.” He repeated, pausing his administrations before getting out of the car and almost falling as he sped to your side of the car, opening the door. You stepped out, Loki offering his arm for support as you walked back towards the apartment.
The elevator ride up was passed with giggling and quick pecks before you finally reached home. You struggled putting the key in the door as Loki kissed your neck from behind you. Once you were finally inside, you almost tripped in before Loki caught you, spinning you around to face him before pulling you into a passionate kiss. He pressed you against the wall, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, kicking the door closed in the process.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night.” He spoke between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt, the both of you sobering up a little at the prospect of finally being able to give into your carnal desires. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of you.” He continued, leaving open mouth kisses across your collar bones. You pushed his shirt off of him before running your hand down his bare chest, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to touch his skin. Your hand ventured lower before you moved it against his growing length still covered by his trousers.
“Oh I think I have an idea.” You grinned as Loki lifted your dress. You helped free his cock knowing that this was going to be a quick, hard fuck. There wasn’t going to be any pleasantries exchanged, this was going to be two people chasing their orgasms like a moth to a flame. Your head fell back against the wall behind you as he lifted one of your legs, securing it against his waist as he used his free hand to venture between your thighs.
“You didn’t wear any panties” he almost cooed “good girl.”
You bit your lip at the praise, hearing the sound of his fingers gliding through your slick folds. You continued palming him before he retracted his fingers, spreading your arousal along his length before pressing it against your entrance. Your lips met as he entered you. He set a fast pace, fucking you against the wall as your moans filled the space. His hand crashed against the wall next to your head as he steadied himself, feeling your walls gripping him. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he continued moving against you. You were both so close, Loki panting in your ear as you dug your nails into his back, moaning his name.
“I’m gonna cum.” He spoke in your ear, licking the shell of it as you spoke incoherently, saying a variation of the same. He thrust a few more times before stilling his movements, shooting his load deep inside of you spurring on your own orgasm. You stayed like that for a few moments, unmoving, basking in your joint high before you felt a mixture of you both leaking out of you as Loki began to pull out. You smiled to yourself knowing that sex like this was always followed by a shower together.
Scenario: imagine inviting Loki over for dinner at your parents house before they suggest you both stay the night considering it’s late now and home is a long drive away.
“Loki we can’t” you insisted, deciding to give him a hand job instead of the full throttle which is what you both truly desired “my parents are right next door.”
“Then we’re just going to have to be very quiet aren’t we.” He winked, turning his head towards you and kissing you.
“We can’t.” You said again, breaking the kiss as you tried to stroke him to completion knowing that feeling his erection against you all night was going to make you give in and ride him to the high heavens so it was better this way.
“Say you don’t want to and we won’t.” He assured, looking into your eyes lovingly as you narrowed your gaze at the annoyingly handsome man. Of course you wanted to. Wordlessly, you stopped the movement of your hand around his cock and kissed him. Loki made his way on top of you, pressing you against the bed as you widened your legs, welcoming him between them. Reaching between you both, Loki pulled your panties to the side as his cock rested against your hipbone.
“Are you sure?” He whispered, looking down at you.
“Gosh, yes.” You stressed before Loki smiled, mostly to himself and entered you slowly. You instantly regretted this, the feeling euphoric as he bottomed out. It was going to be torture to keep silent.
“You feel so good.” He grunted, thrusting into you.
“Shh.” You answered, eyes tightly shut as you tried to focus on not making a sound. He moved slowly, not wanting the headboard to bang against the wall but it made the feeling even more overwhelming. He filled you completely, barely pulling out before filling you again. You felt him everywhere, shrouding you as you bit into his shoulder trying to stifle your moans. He moved his hips differently, grinding into you as your eyes flew open.
“Fuckk Lokii.” You panted.
“Shh.” He warned cheekily, continuing his movements as you clenched your walls around him causing his eyes to roll backwards. Before long he was whispering in your ear, telling you how perfect you were, how good you felt as you quietly moaned, your climax threatening to consume you. One of your hands played with his hair as he increased his pace, his words turning into breathy moans as you both lost control. Needless to say, Loki was never invited to stay over again.
Scenario: now imagine being an Avenger and avenger Loki takes a bullet for you during a mission. Despite being on the same team, you didn’t get along very well so this was shocking to say the least and definitely definitely erotic.
Once you got back from the mission, Loki was carried away to the infirmary whilst you followed along, wanting to ensure he was alright considering he had lost a lot of blood. Despite being shot, he asked you if you were alright after shoving you out of the way of the bullet which left you falling to the floor. You quickly nodded before his leg gave way, sending him to the ground as you called for backup. Since then, you had been comforting him on the journey home despite not being on the best of terms with Loki most of the time.
“Y/n, we’ll take it from here.” Banner stopped you, gesturing to himself and the nurse accompanying him.
“No, I want to go in too, I promised.” You insisted, strangely protective of Loki.
“You can visit him once he’s stable.” He stated, Steve pulling you backwards before you gave up, knowing he was in safe hands. Ignoring whatever pep talk Steve was giving you, you made your way to your room, slamming the door behind you before making your way into the shower.
The water streamed through your hair and down your body as you replayed the mission. If you weren’t so careless with your danger perception, Loki would be fine right now. This was all your fault.
You changed into some comfortable clothes before making your way back to the medwing where Thor was leaving Loki’s room. You felt nauseous, expecting Thor to reprimand you for allowing his brother to be harmed but instead he hugged you.
“I’m so glad you’re alright.” He spoke into the crook of your neck as you hugged him back.
“How’s Loki?” You asked, confused as to why Thor wasn’t angry.
“He’s fine, just asleep, however Banner said that if the bullet had hit you, it probably would have been fatal.” He continued as you paled.
“Fatal.” You uttered, shocked at the prospect of having potentially died today.
“It was vibranium, it would have severed your artery and gone straight through you. You humans are very fragile, too mortal.”
“Oh” you answered, still shocked “yes.”
“But don’t fret” he beamed, breaking the hug “you’re healthy and Loki is fine, he’s already healing.”
“Good.” You smiled.
“Come on, let’s go get something to eat, he’ll be awake later on and you’ve probably not eaten since breakfast.” Thor suggested. You went with him, thinking about how Loki had saved your life.
Once you had eaten, you went back down to the infirmary hoping that Loki was awake now. Through the blinds you could already see that he was. You knocked the door before pushing it open, eyes meeting Loki’s.
“You know you really are stupid.” You spoke.
“Oh no, I know” he dismissed, waving one of his hands “I take a bullet for the girl and she berates me.” He huffed, causing you to smile, him mirroring it.
“How are you?” You asked, making your way to him.
“Well my thigh is killing me and now I’ve got to call the nurse to change the dressing.” He answered.
“Oh don’t bother calling the nurse, I’ll do it.” You offered knowing it was the least you could do.
“You can change a dressing?” He asked incredulously.
“You can change a dressing” you mocked, mimicking him “yes I can change a dressing, I can also stitch together a wound and roundhouse kick you to the floor.” You warned.
“Oo, scary.” He grinned.
“Come on, let me see.” You prompted, sitting at the edge of the bed as he uncovered his thigh. You were intrigued by how much it had healed already and couldn’t help but run your hand around the area. Loki watched you as you stared down at the cut intensely before feeling your hand just a little too high causing him to flinch.
“Stop!”
“Sorry.” You quickly apologised leaving him regretting his outburst.
“I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just—” he began before pausing.
“Yes?”
“I’m-I’m a little—sensitive.” He rushed out.
“oh OH oh, sorry, yes of course.” You answered, ignoring how flushed you felt at the realisation before you exchanged an awkward smile with Loki and began setting out the things you needed from his bedside table.
Loki bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to focus on remaining as flaccid as he could despite how tenderly you were touching him. It felt impossible, like pushing a huge boulder up a mountain although, he was sure he could muster up enough seidir to do even that unlike this. Sweat began beading on his forehead, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he wondered how long this was going to take. He tried to remove his focus from you and your dainty little hands and how they’d look caressing him and focus on something more morbid instead. Asgard burning, No, NO, he scolded himself thinking about how much he’d like that. Right, think of something else, he began internally until you interrupted.
“Um” you uttered, just above a whisper noticing that Loki was now sporting a semi. Hearing you, Loki was aghast as he realised.
“Oh norns, y/n, I’m so sorry.” He apologised.
“No it’s fine, it’s nice—NATURAL, it’s natural” you quickly corrected yourself before dropping the gauze which fell under the bed. Huffing, you made your way onto the floor to pick them back up before lifting your head and realising that you were now kneeling between Loki’s legs, eye level with his erection. You glanced up at him as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression as you began talking, unable to stop yourself. “Well considering this is all my fault” you began, running your hand up his uninjured thigh “maybe I should take care of your little problem.”
“Little?” Loki scoffed before apologising as you rolled your eyes.
Licking your lips, you freed his cock, moving your hand up and down it soothingly as Loki released a breath. Moving closer, you lowered your head before licking the tip of his cock, reveling in the taste of him. You took him in your mouth, flicking the tip with your tongue as Loki began to pant. One of his hands bunched up into she sheet below him as you sucked his cock, picking up his free hand and placing it against the back of your head to guide your movements.
“Oh y/n, who knew you were so naughty” he sniggered, hips thrusting up a little as you deepthroated him “naughty naughty girl.”
You wrapped your hand around the base of his length, looking up at him as you sucked just the tip, a smirk painting his face. You continued until you felt his body tensing, hips stuttering as he came into your mouth, you swallowing.
“Good girl.” He praised, wiping the corner of your mouth as you released him, standing back up. “Well that’s one way of thanking me” he smiled “I should take bullets more often.”
“Don’t breathe a word of this to anybody.” You warned.
“Of course.” He assured before you spun on your heels to leave and relieve the tension growing in your abdomen at the sight of Loki’s erect cock let alone the taste.
“Y/n wait” he called after you, “the wound.” But you were already gone.
Now I want more 😂 hope you enjoyed! The last one was my favourite
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Imagine making dinner with Joseph listening to Queen, dancing around the kitchen together and “Bohemian Rhapsody” starts to play. Head-banging together, Joseph using the spatula as a microphone and throwing pasta up in the air as fake confetti. The kitchen is a mess but you’re beaming as you watch him- this is it. This is your “I finally made it moment.”
The last notes of the song die down from your speaker and the lyrics to a new song begin to play instantly. You both recognise it within the first few seconds.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide no escape from reality…
Joes ears prick up at the sound of Queen and his whole body starts to move erratically towards you, snatching the towel out of your grasp and pulling you from the sink from where you’d just washed your hands.
“I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.” Joe puts on his best Freddie Mercury voice as he melodises into your ear, his arms wrapped around you in a force so heavy that you can’t help but melt inside his touch.
“Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me…” he continues and you decide to swing yourself around to meet his eye. “To meeee.” You finish and as the song continues its slow starting pace, the sound of the piano notes blasting through the speaker see’s him mimicking them, clicking his tongue to the beat. You can’t help but smile and sigh contently watching your boyfriend feel the music. With that, Joe’s lips meet yours in a significantly warm kiss, parting slightly to close as much space between you as possible. You’re swaying side to side in unison, foreheads pressed together as the song starts to build up, its all quite romantic.
The pans boiling water is ready to have it’s content poured into it now but you’re currently stood in the middle of your kitchen being spun around and dancing stupidly to the sounds of Bohemian Rhapsody building up and up, getting to the best part, it’d be ridiculous to quit now. The highest Galileo he can manage almost damages Joe’s vocal chords but he completely insists straight away that was his queue to sing.
You take it in turns throwing the words back and fourth at one another.
I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me.
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah no! We will not let you go!
Joe screeches “let him go!” repetitively and you now face each other in what looks like it could be a dual, he grabs the nearest kitchen appliance, wrapping his hand around the spatula and begins to wave it around in the air like a conductor for an orchestra. You’re trying to continue singing, but the way he’s got you in a trance, laughing so hard and so quickly at his actions.
You decide to join him, grabbing a hold of a whisk and putting it to your mouth like a microphone as the last part before the moment you’ve both been waiting for commences.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…
For me…
For MEEE!
You break down like a couple of rockstars, head banging the best you both can muster. Joe’s air guitar keeps the stitches of laughter in your stomach going. Yelling the lyrics into your microphones once more, just plainly singing along. Joe grabs the bag of pasta that’s sat on the countertop waiting to be used, instead he proceeds to grab a handful and release it into the air as confetti would fall to the crowd at a concert.
“Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby! Just gotta get out; just gotta get right out of here!” You move closer to one another, relinquishing the area you’d just been using to dance like mad people to join at each others side once more.
Joe takes the whisk out of your hand and doesn’t even look where he puts the objects, just releasing them out of his clutch to grab them once more as the song slows and comes to a close.
Your foreheads pressed together again as you sing the last parts square in each others faces. The vaping water from the pan sets the scene for you both from the overly boiled water.
Any way the wind blows…
Your heart could burst, butterflies were roaming around the entirety of your body. You feel pumped and so god damn happy that you’ve shared this one slight moment with him. The way he can go from romantic to completely silly with you in a matter of seconds was one of the many reasons why you loved Joe so much. His flare for dramatics shone on in a way that was so dear to you and it was clear that you had reached the one goal you’d set in your life; to be loved back just as much.
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GIVE ME NICE WHUMPER!! GIVE IT TO MEEEE!! Open... the nice whumper vault. Stop... having it be closed. D : asdfghjkl
Hhhhhhhhhhnnnngggg… Fine! Just this once.
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“I’ll be right here when you come out, alright?”
Whumper’s voice was always the last thing Whumpee heard before everything went to shit. They tried to remind themselves it wasn’t Whumper’s fault. But it was damn hard not to hate their guts when it hurt like this.
The tests were a stepping stone on the way to a cure. A cure for humanity. Whumpee just had to suck it up. They were the ones who had begged to join the program anyway. And Whumper always said their life meant nothing when compared to the survival of the species.
First, the new drug would go into the bloodstream. The effects of each one were always a fun surprise. The disease took over the entire body, with symptoms that varied from case to case, with a few common ones. More than just a cure, they helped develop medicine for the symptoms. Only one thing was always the same: the burning sensation spreading through their flesh as the liquid travelled.
“Steady,” Whumper said, holding Whumpee down as they struggled against the uncomfortable restraints that held them to the table. There were still bruises where they had been held down before. The restraints weren’t enough. When the drug spread… every instinct they had yelled that they had to leave. A spasm made Whumpee try to pull their arm away and Whumper slammed them down. “Steady, now!”
“I heard!” Whumpee spits back, trying to hold still. It was like trying to keep smoke inside. You can do it for a while, but one the burning gets too intense, builds up too high, you have to let it out or it consumes you.
The burning was on their chest now, their breathing getting labored. Sweat covered their entire body within a few minutes. Ah, so this was what they were trying to treat this time…
“Hey. Don’t fall asleep.” Whumper gave them a little slap to the cheek. Whumpee held back the instinct to bite them.
“Wasn’t… planning… on it.” Whumpee managed, as their throat kept closing up.
“I mean it. If you embarrass me, I’ll stop giving you extra pudding.”
“No… You won’t.” Whumpee’s back rose off of the table as a new wave of searing pain crossed their chest as if scorching iron was being touched to the skin and let out a pained scream before falling back down, breathless. They felt Whumper cleaning their face with a glorious cold compress. “You… hate… pudding,” Whumpee continued, as if nothing had happened, although dark spots were swimming around their vision.
“That’s true.” Whumper always seemed casual during these sessions. Whumpee didn’t know if it was all an act, or if they were truly this able to ignore another’s feelings. Whumper held them by the neck - not hard, but enough to cut the limited supply of air. “That doesn’t mean I can’t make your life much worse if you don’t fight.”
Whumpee fought. They rose off the table, banged back down, revolted against the retraints until they felt blood. Whumper pulled back with a smile, raising their hands. Whumpee saw it as if they were seeing it on the other side of a tunnel. They let go, closing their eyes and focusing on their breathing.
They opened their eyes a second before Whumper was about to slap them again.
“One day…” Whumpee said. “W-w-when… This is all over. When this… When we get this cure…” Getting the words out was a struggle on itself, but this they had to say. “I’ll kick your ass.”“And if when we do get this cure, I’ll let you.” Whumper said, leaning closer and raising an eyebrow. “There’s an incentive to stay alive.”
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Listen, this one BROKE ME. T'was the reason for me collapse. I could not conceive of a nice whumper even WAS. I was in shambles, not thinking myself worthy of this community.
But I have returned and FACED MY FEARS. There's your nice whumper!
And as usual, my requests are ALWAYS open. I might take over a year (like I did with this one), but I'll get to them eventually
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Why It’s Hard To Understand c!Technoblade
Note: These are my own thoughts and beliefs. This isn’t meant to be hate or critical at all, but rather trying to figure out why Technoblade’s actions are harder for some people to understand. I’m always open to friendly discussion, as some people might have noticed things that I haven’t!
After completion note: This could be slightly hard to read due to my jumbled thoughts, and the sudden realization I had while working on this, but I tried to explain everything as best as I could! This is now not even c!Technoblade critical, but rather Minecraft critical /j
A quick lookover at the cast of the Dream SMP will definitely show how many unique characters there are within the story, and that’s only based on appearances. Diving deeper into each of them, they all have their own morals, backstories, and relationships that drive what they do.
There’s another factor that makes each of them unique too, and that’s how they tell their stories. Some are more reactionary, while others take time to work out their own feelings and thoughts. Imagine it as a scale:
While some characters are more introspective and express their feelings and motivations more through words (ex. Ranboo, Ghostbur), other characters share their own morals through their actions, be them extreme or subtle (ex. Sapnap, Dream). Of course, those aren’t the only two options, with the storytelling being a sliding line where there is a middle ground for some characters to display their own feelings through a combination of words and actions (ex. Jack and Tommy).
Now, this isn’t saying that Ranboo can’t act on his morals, or that Dream can’t use his words (we’ve all seen them do both very well). It’s more so a representation of the storytelling they’re most common with. All the ones who use words to express their feelings have backed it up with actions, and the ones who’ve acted on their thoughts have shared reflections on it with words. One way of storytelling is not better than the other, and it’s rather good to have multiple ways of seeing how characters react to situations through their common/preferred method of expression.
However, when it comes to Technoblade, he exists on the scale in a very weird way.
While he can appear on the scale, he doesn’t exactly fit within the similar boundaries of other characters. He acts, but rarely backs it up with almost any words. When he does use words, while they make sense, there’s too little to connect them to the full extent of what he does.
There’s another character who’s also in the same spot as Techno on the scale: Phil, who does tend to act in the same way Techno does, also having the same explaining gap as Techno.
So why do I understand Phil’s reasoning more than Techno?
It’s because of something else outside of words and actions, just rather character explanation. It’s an overlying trait.
Phil’s overlying trait is that he’s centuries old and has seen loved ones die. With this knowledge, it’s much easier to come to an understanding of where Phil’s own thoughts lie and why he acts the way he does. Of course this trait isn’t applicable to all his actions, but it allows us to bridge gaps between his disconnected actions and come to an understanding of why he might believe in specific ideals and morals.
Overlying traits can change though, Ranboo being an example of this. At the beginning, his trait was memory issues, which caused his feelings to be affected by his condition, and seek out those who he remembered to be good. It’s why he had the memory books, and why they were used to bridge parts of his own thinking and actions. Currently, his overlying trait has shifted to wanting peace. It’s through this why he takes his alliances and friends into consideration when making decisions, because all he wants in the end is the best result for everybody to benefit from.
Techno doesn’t appear to have a current overlying trait that originated from anywhere. “Destroy the government” could possibly be seen as this, but it’s more of an overlying statement than an overlying trait, something that’s rooted in mostly words rather than in a fact. “I’m a person too” could also be it, but that thought is rarely covered, with Techno currently leaning towards a more militaristic and authoritarian mindset.
At this point, there doesn’t seem to be a clear overlying trait for Techno’s character that connects his actions together. Techno rarely goes into his own mindset, rather acting upon what he believes in the moment without exploring it in a coherent way. With characters like him who don’t use their words for solid explanation, visuals are especially important to convey how a character is feeling outside of said words, which Techno tends to do.
Now, this isn’t Techno’s fault in being unable to convey his specific emotions to his audience. IRL limitations are in the way of that, such as cc!Techno streaming very infrequently. With cc!Ranboo, he streams every day, so there’s time for him to introspect and to do what he wants to do in terms of lore. Minecraft is also extremely limited in specific emotions of players, which is why crouching is the closest thing to conveying fear or playfulness, and the arm motion is used for waving or expressing anger.
For c!Techno, facial expressions would be the most useful tool in explaining his internal thoughts, but he can’t show them like how he could in animation or live-action. As seen in the content created by the fans, famous Technoblade scenes will have a wide variety of facial expressions, since that would be the visual focus of his character.
I believe the reason it’s so hard for people for understand Techno as well as they could, is because he doesn’t express his feelings through words or actions, but rather a third category: his expressions, which we are unable to see due to the limitations of the game.
Actions don’t always equal true feelings, and while words are important, they can be inconsistent with how one expresses them.
So while this is the more linear form that we can expect:
In reality, it’s actually more like this:
And with the third category, the previous linear form is rather inaccurate within itself. Yes, this makes things more complicated in terms of working out how each character can portray their own morals and ideals.
But isn’t that what Dream SMP is about? Absolute insanity wrapped in different perspectives that might not be as clear as they seem?
TLDR: Technoblade is hard for me (and possibly many others) to understand due to the most important factor of his storytelling, facial expressions, being limited to nonexistent within the game Dream SMP is set in.
(Thank you so much for reading this if you got this far! I really appreciate it!)
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Cabin In The Woods [M] ~ BC [Request]
WORD COUNT: 4K
GENRE: SMUT, non idol au
PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader
A/N: I had to name the camp this there was no other wayyyyyy Hope you like it!
Camp crystal lake home to some of the most adventurous kids every summer the camp would be home to 200 kids with 16 camp counsellors all in charge of them and you were there every year, along with one of your best friends Bang Chan who was a counsellor as well as a lifeguard that worked on the lakes. The entire camp was huge despite there only being nine cabins that the kids could stay in. Eight of them would house 25 kids within their age ranges since kids from the ages of 13 to 17 came to the camp you had to keep them all in different groups so that group activities were fair to everyone. While the younger kids stuck to swimming, football and other outdoor activities the older kids got to learn and do more. Archery, boating, horse riding, and many more things were all part of your daily activities around the forest. There were two major lakes in the camp, Wilderice lake and Crystal lake the one that the camp was named after and each was just off from the cabins that went on a long stretch of road. Everything was pretty close together the only cabin that was far away from the rest of the camp was Seneca, which was known as the punishment cabin. Mostly because kids who had done terrible things were sent up there, only allowed out to go to the toilet, or meal times other than that they had to sit there bored while everyone else got to do the fun activities. Not completely unsupervised of course, that would be dangerous. A camp counsellor would always go to check on them to make sure they weren't doing anything they would regret or that they weren't in any danger.
"Y/n!" You turned around hearing your name being screamed from the entrance and smiled as you saw one of your favourite kids rushing over to you. A bag around her shoulder as she sprinted into your arms, you span her around a little.
"Hey Alice," You laughed as the small 15-year-old girl began telling you how much fun she was going to have over the summer with everyone.
"I invited my best friend along, Brenda!" A brunette turned around when she heard her name being yelled and jolted over to you and Alice.
"We wanted to see if you and Chan were dating yet," You laughed loudly upon hearing Alice, Chan and you were known among everyone as the flirting pair but it was nothing more than playful banter.
"You're too young to think of boys that way," You began messing up Alice's hair when she moved away from you, whining and straightening out her hair.
"I'm not, I'm 15 and I know you and Chan lovvveeeee each other," You glared at her playfully about to tell her she was wrong when Chan came to stand beside you.
"Ah the trouble maker," He whined out, pretending to be upset that Alice was standing there. She was by far your favourite kid there, always willing to do whatever it took to have fun and even helping out around the camp when she needed to.
"We were just saying how-" Alice stopped speaking when her mother came over, kissing her on the cheek as she began to cry about leaving her at the campground as she did every year. Not that you blamed them, it must have been a nightmare leaving your kids somewhere for two weeks and having no means of communication.
"I'm new, you must be Chan. I've heard a lot," Brenda said as she began shaking Chan's hand with a giant smile on her face, blushing as she turned to look at you.
"Good choice," You pushed her and Alice towards the bus that would take them down into the camp and you ignored as Chan asked what that was about.
"Go, you have your first round of kids at the lake in an hour." You whined as he walked up behind you, tickling your sides as he demanded to know.
"Tell meeee," He whispered in your ear, it felt as though a bolt of lightening ran through your entire body and you whined at him once again. Slapping his hands away from you and shaking your head,
"Go to work, I'll tell you later." Later meant you had enough time to come up with some sort of lie instead of telling him that Alice and Brenda thought you had a crush on him. Which you did but he didn't need to know that. Things between you were good and you didn't want to ruin that by admitting that you had a crush on him, playful flirting was easier than losing him.
"Who have you got this year?" Chan asked as he sat down beside you in the archery field. It was pitch black sine it was around midnight, the two of you had been so busy with the first day of camp you'd barely seen one another besides a brief encounter at the lake.
"Ages 13 to 14, what about you?" You questioned as you looked up from the folder you were studying from, every year you liked to try and get to know each of the kids you would be looking after for those two weeks. Getting to know their names, likes and dislikes as well as what they were allergic to and everything else you would need to know.
"16 to 17," He said with a giant smirk plastered across his face, the camp counsellors that were blessed with the older kids barely had to do a thing around the camp. Take them on the odd walk around the forest or make sure they weren't trying to kill ne another with equipment but that was it. They were practically adults and could look after themselves, of course the counsellors would be around if they needed them.
"You're going to get stuck with the younger ones one summer, even if I have you force you to myself," You joked as you jabbed him with the end of your pen, leaving a small black mark on his white crystal lake shirt.
"Already in uniform?" You frowned looking down at him as you realised he was wearing the red shorts and white shirt combo that was giving to you every year.
"I thought I would be the first one...That and I accidentally spilt a drink down my only good pair of jeans." He mumbled as he looked at you, you began laughing softly before laying your head on his shoulder tiredly.
"It's going to be a great summer," He whispered to you as he nudged your softly,
"Fire night, bring your scary stories and marshmallows!" Someone screamed making you move apart from Chan and nod your head.
"I've got the perfect scary story," You smirked. Fire night was the night camp counsellors got together to try and tell the best story as well as sharing food something you did every year when the kids all went to bed on the first night. It was somewhat of a tradition amoungst everyone for old and new counsellors to get to know one another.
"You probably stole mine from last year," Chan rolled his eyes at you jokingly and you rolled yours back,
"Oh yes because yours about the child who had diabetes was so scary Christopher, I'm still shaking." You pushed his shoulder and got up from the seat you were sitting on, watching as people began filing over in the direction of the fire grounds. It was a huge campfire with logs around it so that everyone could be warm.
It turned out that your story had nothing on what Chan was telling that year, your story was about a girl who got lost in the woods but Chan's was far more creative.
"Jason was never seen again after he entered the lake and every year when the counsellors came to the camp to set up they were all murdered!" He clapped his hands together making you jump as he continued to tell the story of a masked serial killer killing off counsellors one by one using different ways that were all nearly impossible yet creative.
"Then just when the counsellor thought she was safe in the water Jason swam up and dragged her down to the bottom of the lake!" Chan finally finished and you did your best not to act as scared as you were about it. It wasn't as though the story was completely impossible, the thought of someone randomly walking onto the camp was easy and they could just as easily kill everyone if they wanted to.
"You okay?" Chan questioned when he sat back down beside you on the log, giving you a hot chocolate as you stared into the flames.
"Y-Yeah, peachy," Your voice cracked and Chan knew that you weren't okay, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
"I'll keep you safe," He whispered as you snuggled closer to him just enjoying the feeling of being that close to him.
"I'm heading up to my cabin, walk me?" You questioned as you noticed how late it was getting, you weren't scared of the woods but walking around in the dark wasn't something you opted to do alone most nights especially after the story that had just been shared by Chan.
"Sure," He chuckled softly as he began walking down the field with you heading in the direction of your cabins, all 25 kids seemed to be sleeping so your night was going to be easy.
"Are you scared?" Chan nudged as you clutched onto his hand tightly as you stood outside the cabin debating going in or staying with him a little while longer. The sparks you were getting from his hand begged you to stay and feel them longer but you knew you had a long day tomorrow and couldn't.
"N-No," You lied obviously as he smirked at you, hugging you tightly.
"I'll be right next door, if Jason comes for you I'll save you," You pushed him away before going over to the door and opening it up.
"Night," You whispered to him before heading into the room, Chan stayed outside for a moment just waiting for you to come back out but you never did. He hoped you would come back out and beg to stay with him for the night because you were so scared but you never did.
"Night," He whispered to himself before walking in the direction of his cabin for the night which was right next door to yours.
The next day was ruined by the thunderstorm that seemingly appeared out of no where. No outdoor actitivties could be done since it was unsafe for everyone to be in the water and no one wanted to get sick out in the cold.
"Does anyone know where all the board games are?" You questioned as you sat in the dinning hall, 200 kids all staring up at you with unimpressed looks on their faces. You didn't blame them, this was supposed to be one of the best summers of their lives and yet here they were spending it trapped inside where it was raining so hard you thought it was night time.
"Punishment Cabin, we kept them up there last year for Tommy and Ned since they were in there so much." One of the counsellors mentioned as she looked at you, none of you could figure out how to get the kids to calm down so if this was the only way then so be it. Board games and indoor games it would be.
"Christopher. We're going for a walk," You ordered as you grabbed him by the back of his jacket, pulling him towards the door as you stared out at the rain. It was coming down so hard that it looked as though it was a tap gushing out water,
"Why? Why can't you go alone? I'm so dry in here," He whined looking at you but all you did was give him your large puppy dog eyes and he melted, giving into you right away and grabbing his umbrella.
"Let's go." He grumbled as he began heading out into the rain, the two of you sprinting off in the direction of the cabin which was secluded from everything else around the camp.
"Punishment Cabin," You mumbled as you looked up at the cabin, the roof was leaking a little and the door was wide open thanks to the wind.
"Let's get the games and leave," You told him as you headed inside finding everything practically ruined that had been on the floor. It was all soaked in water and the roof was leaking inside and on the beds dripping onto the mattresses.
"Oh shit," He whispered as he looked around noticing everything, a clap of thunder sounded and you jumped back knocking into him as the door slammed shut behind you both jamming in place.
"What the fuck?" You asked as you twisted the handle trying to open it but it was locked in place, not even budging a little no matter how hard you tried to pull on it.
"Here, let the man do it." You scoffed stepping away from the door and watching in amusement as Chan continued trying to do the same thing you had been but with little success,
"Let the man do it," You mocked playfully before sitting down on one of the dry chest of drawers.
"You're just going to sit there?" You shrugged your shoulders since there wasn't much else you could do, the windows were bolted shut from the outside and it wasn't as if you could just smash them open.
"Look, they know we're up here. They'll come looking when we don't come straight down." You reassured him as you shivered a little, it wasn't exactly the warmest in the punishment cabin but you would only be there for an hour at the most.
An hour turned into three and you were sitting in front of the fireplace together trying to stay warm. No one had bothered to come to look for you but not because they didn't want to but that they had planned for this. As soon as the counsellors saw that it was going to rain all day they set their plan into action deciding to take matters into their own hands. They were going to arrange for you both to go up to the cabin and have someone follow behind you, locking you inside and only letting you out when they knew that you had finally confessed your feelings for one another. It was juvenile but they didn't care, every year it was the same. Endless flirting together, the costant hints that you btoh had a crush on one another and they were finally going to make sure you ended up together in ways that were more than just friends.
"I'm cold," You shivered as Chan started up the fire place that was in the cabin, he'd found old scraps of paper and some matches in the drawers you'd been sitting on and started it up. The thought of you getting sick made him feel bad as he looked over at you,
"Here," He whispered as he began laying down dry blankets and pillows in front of the fire.
"We'll warm up together," He promised as you sat down on the floor beside him, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Maybe it was the cold or the fact that you were snuggled together in such a romantic setting but you couldn't help but stare up at him in awe.
"Thanks," You stuttered out as he kept you close to him, your body felt as though it was going to surrender to him. Sitting so close, hearing his heartbeating and the way his fingers traced small patterns on your skin was doing all sorts of things to you. A wetness dripped betwee your tighs as you squeezed them together trying to ignore the sensation and focus on getting warm but it was hard with him right there.
"You know what might warm us up faster," You finally broke the silence as you glanced up at him, the two of you had been sitting in front of the fireplace for ten minutes.
"What?" His voice was smooth as he looked down at you, eyes seeming to sparkle in the light of the fire, one thing came over you and you kissed him. Smashing your lips against him and rolling him back against the floor. At first he didn't do anything, he held onto you until he realised what was happening and gave into the feeling of having your lips on his own.
"F-Fuck," He stuttered out as you pulled away to look at him, his lips were pink from the kissing and you could feel your body heating up from the embarrassment of randomly kissing your best friend.
"I-I'm sorry...I don't know...I just wanted...I've wanted to do that for so long," As soon as the words left your mouth Chan kissed you once again pulling you to straddle his lap as he kissed you softly.
Your hips began to move out of habit and you felt him harder beneath you which meant he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
"N-No one is around," You whispered breathlessly as you began to kiss down his jawline and down his neck. Whimpering at the thought of finally lettin him take you the way you had always dreamed,
"We would warm up faster," He smirked as he ran his hands down your hips pushing at the red short shorts you were wearing. Your whole body tensed as you realised it was finally, really going to happen.
"Do you want to?" You nodded at his question and he kissed you again, making out with yo as you both slowly removed one another's clothes piece by piece.
Laying down completely naked in front of him should have made you nervous but with Chan you weren't at all, he looked at you as if he admired every inch of your skin. Taking a good look as he licked his lips, kissing your lips softly,
"You're so beautiful," He whispered as he ran his fingers down your stomach until he was at your clit, slowly rubbing your wet bud in circles as you let out a whimper.
"So wet, how long have you wanted me?" He smirked as he pushed a finger through your folds, your toes dg into the floor as you mewled out,
"Tell me," He whispered again as he pushed two of his long fingers into you, curling them up to hit your g-spot again and again making your head spin.
"A while!" You stuttered out as you began squirming underneath him as you moaned out his name.
"Me too,2 He whispered as he began kissing you deeply, thrusting his fingers deep into your soaking core. Wet noises filled the cabin as Cha continued to take you with his fingers.
"C-Chan," You breathed out as you gripped onto the blankets that were surrounding you, you felt intensity building up inside of you.
"I-I'm gonna-" You couldn't cum before he took his fingers out of your abruptyly and smirked as he began kissing you possessively, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him close to you.
"So needy," He chuckled as you let out a hiss when his cock ran through your folds,
"Shut up and fuck me, we've waited too long." You begged as your breath as heavy, he smirked shaking his head and kissing down your body.
"I want to taste first," He whispered as he kissed towards your core, he lingered above your cunt and looked up at you to check that it was okay. Once you gave him a nod he dove his tongue between your lips and began flicking your cunt with his tongue.
"Oh shit!" You screamed out as your hands worked their wayy into his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to eat you out, biting down softly on the part of your outer labia making your eyes roll back.
"J-Just like that," You cried out as you felt your orgasm building again, he hummed against your cunt and you shuddered over and over again as he continued to eat you out like you were his last meal.
"C-Cumming," Your voice cracked as the pleasure exploded in you without warning, your head threw back against the pillows and you filled the cabin with your desperate moans of his name.
He kissed you sweetly as he lined his cock up with your opening, teasing you with the tip as he smirked against your lips.
"No teasing," You whined out, too desperate for any games that he was planning in his head.
"As you wish," He pushed his hips forward slowly, sinking into you. You moaned out squeezing your eyes tightly at the stretching, he stayed still for a moment wanting you to feel comfortable before he even tried to move inside of you,
“Y-You can move," You whimpered as you opened your eyes, his cock felt incredible inside of you, you felt full as you gripped around him as if he had always belonged there.
"Shit you're so tight," He whined out as he grunted, slowly pulling out of you only to thrust back in as he let out a small moan.
"Mmm Chan, please," You begged, digging your heels into his ass wanting him to move faster than he was and he smirked,
"Chan please," He mocked playfully before he began to move his ips faster, fucking into you as you let out moans of pleasure he was sure people would have heard even from the dinning hall.
"Just like that!" You screamed out as he began thrusting harder into you making you squeal out as he rammed in and out of you. Cock hitting so deep you thought if he came it would be deep in your gut.
He continued to fuck into you hard, changing between slow and passionate thrusts to hard and fast ones as he stared down into your eyes.
"Holy shit," You cried out as you felt yourself tighrening around him, the build up becoming too much as you began to cry out his name, pleasure reeling inside of you.
"You close?" He questioned as he felt you tightening more and more with each thrust of his cock.
"Cum for me," He whispered as he bent down into your ear, biting down as you wrapped your legs around his waist drawing him closer if that were even possible until you finally came undone around him. Grunting out he pulled out of you, cumming onto your stomach as you giggled up at him.
"Shit," He panted watching in awe as you ran your fingers through the liquid and licked your fingers clean.
"Y-You're going to be the death of me," He panted ashe laid down beside you and took a deep breath.
"We should move babe," He whispered an hour or two later after you had been laying there, the sun was out and someone was bound to come looking for you now that you had been gone for so long.
"Here-" He handed you the shirt he had been wearing and then your shorts before he slipped on his coat since he had used your top to clean up your stomach.
"Babe?" You looked at him with a smirk on your lips,
"You don't think I'm going to just have sex with you and leave it be, do you? I'm in love with you." He whispered as he kissed your lips again, the door opening just as you kissed each other.
"They finally kissed," Someone announced out of the door, if only they knew the two of you had done a lot more than kissing in that cabin that day.
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Where You Belong.
It'd been two weeks since their breakup— if you can even classify it, as one.
Their relationship wasn't always rocky. Y'lan did everything to make sure that she was happy and taken care of and she did the same for him, but Cici began to feel neglected as time went on.
His job started to become his main focus and petty arguments became an everyday occurrence, until she got tired and moved out of his apartment, and into one of her own.
As of late, she's been enjoying being single, cumming and going as she pleases.
"So... when do I get the pleasure of seeing you, again?" Standing at the bottom of the steps, Cici and her new favorite man candy stand centimeters away from each other's lips, underneath the orange hued sun.
"Hm, you might be luckier than you think." The smitten man peers down at her, placing wet kisses on her lips.
"Mm., yo pretty ass better call me."
"Maybe I will....," she steps away from him and towards the door, her hand placed on the handle. "Maybe I won't."
"It's like that?" He asks with a raised brow.
"Always. Goodnight.," she sing-songs, unlocking the door and disappearing behind it.
Kicking her furry slides off, she sighs as the fluffy rug aides to her aching feet. Her phone starts ringing as she makes her way down the hall.
"Hello?," she answers, not even caring to look at the caller ID.
"So, you movin' on and ain't think to tell me?," Y'lan's irritated voice sounds through, causing her to roll her eyes.
"We gotta do this, tonight? I just had a great day and you're ruining it."
"Well, excuse me for being a fucking inconvenience.—"
"Yes., excuse you. You know, you got a lot of fucking nerve, calling me just to fuss at me about some shit that don't even fucking concern you.—"
"Since when does this not concern me?”
"Since your job became your whole fucking like, Y'lan!, are you kidding me?!" The huff that sounds on his end, further pisses her off.
"You just stopped caring. You were always working and always tired and I tried my hardest to be present, while you just sat there. You weren't the man that I feel in love with, anymore."
"Cici, I've been trying to apologize for the longest time, now. I know I wasn't there, like I should've been."
"Well, it's too late for that."
"Why?"
"Cause, I've been doin' this song and dance with you for too fucking long!," she leans against the wall by her bedroom. "I'm sure you out there fucking 'who knows what', so stop worrying about what I'm doing."
She hangs up and heads into her room, face planting onto the sheets and instantly knocking out.
Somewhere around midnight, Cici’s awaken by incessant banging on her front door.
"Ugh!", as she saunters down the hall, the banging grows louder, instantly annoying her. "Okay... either shut the fuck up or wait for me to open the door."
"Open it up, then." Rolling her eyes, she unlocks it and snatches it open, watching him walk in like he owns the place. Closing and locking the door back behind herself, she turns and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest, her cleavage damn near spilling over.
Y'lan stands a few feet away from her, giving her a hard glare. "Can I help you?" She asks.
"You wanna help me understand why you hung up on me? You know I hate that shit."
"You're such a fucking baby. I didn't give enough of a shit to hear you explain whatever it is that made you act like I was no longer your girlfriend. I moved on and you should too, quit—"
"What?!," he cuts her off. She holds up her pointer finger in his direction.
"—quit!, calling me and harassing me about what and who I'm doing." His brow raises.
"Oh, so that's why you been hangin' up on me and shit. You got a new man in them walls and forgot, huh?" He strides over to her, now just a few inches from her face.
"I'm not a woman that waits. You know that. I've got needs and you weren't fulfilling them. Where's your roster of hoes at?"
"You really think I'm just out here fucking? That's all I'm about?" He questions, a crease in his left brow.
"That's how you used to be, who's to say that it still isn't?"
"Me!," he yells, pointing to his chest. "What's wrong with you?"
"You're what's wrong with me. I hate you.," she snarls, pushing him back. He grips her wrist, beaming back, this time closer to her face.
"You need that attitude fixed."
"Fix it, then."
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A thick, sticky air shrouds the two bodies inside their bedroom. Pants, moans and grunts compete against the incessant slapping of their skin.
"Fuuuckk.... you feel so damn good, baby," she moans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, again.
"Wet ass pussy.... I should fuckin' kill you." He grunts, before wrapping his large hand around her neck, thrusting deeper into her.
"Ahn! I'm sorry!"
"Shut the fuck up." Her hand reaches out for his thigh, as he begins to hit her spot.
"Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum!"
"Cum on this dick." Her body jerks twice, while her pouty and swollen lips allow her foul praises, through.
"Come're." Pulling her up by her hair, his thrusts pick up speed, leaving her mouth to hang ajar.
"He gave it to you like this?"
"Nooooo.... fuck!" She quietly answers, making him move his hand back around her neck, tightly.
"I can't hear you, baby.... say it again." He grunts, dipping his hips into hers.
"No, baby!"
"He make you cum like I do?"
"No— unh!" Her toes curl, feeling him slow down some to dig into her.
"Then, why you keep fuckin' playin' with me, baby?" Moving his hand up to grab her chin, he speeds back up, the clapping of their skin refills the room.
"I'm n-not playiiiiinnng!— unh!, unh!, unh!,..." her fingers grip onto the foot board for dear life.
"I'm sorry!," she cries, feeling another orgasm brewing.
"You sorry, huh?!"
"Yes!"
"You sorry for givin' Daddy's pussy away?" Her eyes roll back as every thrust begins to hit her spot.
"Fuck— yesssss,"
"For tellin' Daddy how much you hate him?" He emphasizes his pained question with a rough stroke, sending a scream through her.
"I didn't mean it, Daddy! Fuck, I love this dick!" Her head hangs forward.
"Ohh fuuccck.... aah! I love this dick, babyyy— I love you!"
"I love yo bratty ass, too. Throw that shit back on Daddy." She bounces back on his lap, feeling him throb against her.
"Feels so good, Daddy!" One hand grips his forearm and the other searches for something to latch onto.
"You boutta cum again, baby?" He taunts in her ear, slowly dragging his girth in and out of her tightening cove.
"Ffff—" her eyes roll back as her peak begins to rear its head.
"Talk to me, babygirl."
"Yes! I'm gonna cum!" Her body hunches forward as her essence drips down her leg. She reaches back for his thigh, pulling him closer.
"Don't st-stop," her top half goes limp on the bed, giving him more leverage to demolish her without a fight.
"Fuck!, I'm gonna cum, again!" Her legs begin to tremble as he third orgasm rushes through, just as quick, making way for another. She presses a hand over her clit, hissing at the overstimulation.
"–—shhhiiiiiit!" Her quaking frame almost hits the ground as she cums again. His big hands hold her up, continuing to dig into her.
"Okay, baby!..... I can't take it— fuck!, ooh!, ooh!, ooh!...." replaying like a broken record, she squeezes against him. He moans in response, stilling for a second.
"You can't handle it, huh?"
"You're killing me, baby... I need a break—" pulling her up from the bed, he presses her against the wall and wraps his hand around the front of her throat.
"You don't deserve a fuckin' break.," the venom in his speech makes her thighs clench around him. "You gon' take all this dick, you understand me?"
"Yes, Daddy,." The lust in her eyes doubles for him. She grabs the back of his head and smashes their lips together, moaning as he grips her fat ass with both hands.
Reaching between them with her free hand, she guides the head of his dick back between her slit, her mouth dropping open as he slides back inside.
"All that shit,..." he reminds her, digging as deep as possible.
"Oh shit...,—it feels so good, baby!" She wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face.
"Shit... you test my patience... all the fucking time.," he growls in her ear, causing a smile to break out on her lips.
"Only, because you let me." Laying her head back on the wall, she stares at him, biting down on her lip at the way his muscles flex.
"I got you that spoiled, huh?" He asks. She nods, closing her eyes as the pleasure begins to slowly build.
"Yes, baby." Pulling her away from the wall, he lays her back on the bed, beginning to move against her, like a serpent. Her hands latch onto his back.
"Oh!," her lips part, her moans swallowed in his many kisses. "Fuck, baby!"
"You feel me, girl?" He grunts against her lips.
"Yes... I feel youuuu!"
"You want this nut, babygirl?"
"Yesss, gimme that nut....," lifting her legs up, she grips the back of her thighs, giving him the leverage he needs.
"Unh,.... such a fucking brat." His hands fall above hers, gripping her flesh as he drives into her, madly.
"Fuck meeee!," she moans, digging her nails into his thighs.
His deep moans multiply as he gets closer, the muscles is his back working overtime, flexing underneath the streetlights outside her window.
"Shit!, I'ma bust all in this shit, you hear me?"
"Yes baby!," she screeches, clenching around him.
"Ah shit... uh! Fuck.... mmmm!," his pounding comes to an abrupt stop as his orgasm rushes through him. His head lolls back at the feeling.
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the blood on our hands
bakugou x gn!reader
aged up!
cw: a n g s t as hell. comfort. cursing, mentions of drinking, smoking, etc. alluding to depression and anxiety. dealing with trauma of missions and losing people. a ton of mentions of blood
this is a heavy topic in the hero universe i imagine- and generally in the mental health world of it all.
lyrics are from purple flowers by ande estrella which hold a very important meaning that has nothing to do with this- they just worked with the story. But fr go listen to it bc its so good.
come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!
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reality is heavy and loud
Spacing out was more than being distracted to Y/n. Being a young hero meant stressful situations, overbearing management, tight spaces, stuffy meetings, and so much... blood. It takes a toll on a young person. Of course they wanted to be a hero- wouldn't chose anything else. They grin and bear this shit for a reason- to save and help people.
But god, who saves the heros?
but white has the privilege of washing machines to wash out the stains from their comfortable jeans
Some nights, after wrap-up meetings, everything was a bit too heavy. The usual group of friends and young heroes would choose someone's house to go to in order to destress.
For some, that was smoking. For some, it was drinking, video games, napping, venting, sitting outside alone yet with company. And for some it was merely listening to everyone else.
Not having to make a decision. Not having to be responsible. That's what y/n picked every time.
Bakugou would always notice them alone in the corner of the room. They were the one to come up with destress gatherings after hard missions. Bakugou knew it was so they wouldn't be alone with their thoughts. That's why he would always step in at times like as get them to talk, so those thoughts dont stay trapped in their head.
"Hey." Bakugou muttered, sitting on the floor next to y/n in Denkis apartment.
"Hey."
"You good, dude?" Bakugou asked with genuine concern.
He was always a bit nicer to Y/n. Nobody knew why, yet everyone knew why. They both were fragile and chose to hide it during the day, being strong around others to not raise red flags.
"I'm okay...just. That one was bad. I almost lost that kid. Like she almost fucking- died in my arms." Y/n choked out.
"Hey hey hey, its okay. You got her to the ambulance in time. You did that shit. You always do. You're the best in the game at comforting little twerps." Bakugou attempted to comfort them- somewhat succeeding and holding their head against his chest.
One time, Y/n mentioned that they held kids against their chest during rescues to calm their heartbeat. "If you listen to a calmer heartbeat, you're more likely to try to match it and slow your own down." Of course you wouldn't think Y/n would be able to have a calm heartbeat during a rescue, but they are very talented at controlling their nerves. Part of being a hero.
wiping the blood off their hands to their thighs, wearing the blood of the people who've died
Y/n subconsciously calmed down a bit, Bakugou's ability to remember every word that drips off of Y/n's lips paying off.
"I know. I just can't stop...thinking about everyone I've- we've lost. Its so unfair."
"I know. Hey, you have- uh. Lets go to the bathroom." Bakugou noticed a smudge of blood on Y/n's face and a bit on their hands. Cleaning up was the last thing on their mind earlier on.
"Ok."
Taking each other's hands, they walked into the bathroom. Bakugou sat Y/n on the counter, turning on the sink and grabbing a cloth.
"O-oh god. Thats fucking blood. I thought I washed my h-hands." Y/n began panicking, causing Bakugou to put their hands under the water with soap, washing it all off for them.
Tears mixed with the water from the sink and Bakugou stayed silent. Wiping their face, Bakugou looked into Y/n's eyes. These two have just always known.
They know what people can hide. What secret messages the body language of a person can hold. And he let them grip onto the back of his shirt as he held them in his arms, Y/n not being able to cry anymore and just breathing in his scent from his shoulder.
but dont let the purple flowers fool you
"Listen. We're going to get through this one. I know its hard on you- all of the families involved. But you- we saved them. We're all here for each other right? I'm here for you." Bakugou pulls Y/n back a little to look into their eyes. "You are the strongest one here. I know it fucking hurts. I know it is so...scary-" He sniffles a little, letting his own emotions take over. Something only he did when they were alone together. "- but we're heroes. And human. We are allowed to feel pain and sadness and disappointment- but we're heroes for a reason, right? We can handle this shit."
"I know we can. We always have. Just... promise you'll never leave me?"
"Youre so stupid. I've been more careful lately." He scoffs, wiping tears from his face. He of course knew that Y/n was referring to a few weeks ago when Bakugou got too caught up in the mission and was almost crushed by debris. He was pulled away in time by a fellow hero but it still opened his eyes, as well as Y/n, to how fragile they are, even if they are the heroes.
"I know Kats, but please. You're my rock in here. You're my person." Y/n says looking into his eyes.
"And you're my person. I can't leave you behind. You wouldn't know what to do without me here." Bakugou chuckles, earning a shove from Y/n.
"Katsuki." Y/n starts, holding his hands in their own.
"Yeah." He sighs.
"I don't speak lightly of feelings, you know that right?"
"Of course I know that. You don't talk much about those to anyone-"
"Except you." They interrupt Bakugou, reminding him of the importance of their unspoken bond and making his heart race.
"Yeah."
"Then you'll know how hard it is for me to say this. But- Katsuki I think I love you. I know we aren't super affectionate outside of being alone but- I've never felt what I feel with you before. I understand if you don't feel the same way and if this was all just because you felt bad but I needed to tell you that because you're really important and this is very import-"
Bakugou, in the most cliche turn of events, cuts Y/n off with a kiss to shut them up.
Pulling away, Bakugou rests his forehead on Y/n's .
"I love you too. I thought that was obvious when I never stopped you from saying my first name, idiot." He chuckles lightly.
"I kinda figured you at least liked me-"
"I'm going to keep you safe forever. That means physically and emotionally. No more hiding any feelings from me just because there are people around. Pull me aside. Hold me if you need or want to- I dont care if the whole world sees that. But just- fuck Y/n. I know you feel fragile. I know what it's like to be scared and hide it. I'm your diary now, ok? Always."
"Thank you...Katsuki. Fuck. You're everything I've ever needed. Plus youre kinda cute too I suppose." Y/n giggles.
"Oi fuck off." Bakugou kisses them again, relieved that he can finally be himself with Y/n, that he has them finally.
"I'm your diary too them, okay? I mean it. Anything, any time, say the word." Y/n says lightly, squeezing Bakugou's hand.
"Fuck. I love you."
"I love you too. I love how that sounds coming from you by the way."
"Me the fuck too-" Bakugou was interrupted by a loud yelling-
"I GOTTA PISSSSSS" followed by banging on the door.
"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DRINK SO FAST THEN LIGHT WEIGHT!" Bakugou responds, recognizing the voice of Denki.
"DONT MAKE FUN OF MEEEE I'LL LAUGH AND PEE MYSELF" Denki whined.
"Let's go, angel." Bakugou whispers into Y/n's hair, kissing them on the head and helping them off of the counter.
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Work of Art [J.JH] - ninety-seven | a newborn deer on ice
--eep
beep… beep
beep
beepbeepbeep
You were awake.
You didn’t want to be, but you were awake.
You checked your phone, it had only been forty-three minutes since you laid down.
beepbeepbeep
You groaned and pushed yourself up. You could barely see, having fallen asleep on your stomach; somehow you slept with your face smothered by the pillow, leaning on your eyes. For a moment you blithely wondered how you didn’t suffocate in your sleep, but the incessant beeping from the other room broke you out of your reverie. You stumbled to your bedroom door and opened it with more force than you intended, and it hit the wall and bounced off the doorstopper.
BANG.
Anna and Jungwoo looked up from what they were doing at the table with a start, and Eunji looked up from her phone the same way. It didn’t help that you stood in the doorway looking like a zombie.
“Oh my god! Y/n!” Anna shouted. “Were you asleep?”
“I was.” You shuffled into the room, “I am now...” you waited a moment, as you swayed on uneasy legs “...no longer.”
“You’re even more dramatic when you haven’t slept.” Eunji said as you looked at… whatever it was on the table.
“Explain.” You said as you pointed to it, whatever it was not being in focus.
Jungwoo launched into an in-depth explanation that you didn’t even hear. You looked at the thing with your eyes half open as your vision cleared, still bleary from lack of sleep. You were aware he was explaining it, he pointed at different bits of it as he was explaining it, but none of it stuck in your brain. It just went in one ear, slipped off the smooth surface of your tired skull meats like a newborn deer on ice, and slid right out the other ear where it clattered to the floor and-- you were so tired you couldn’t keep up the metaphor.
You nodded, took out your phone, and called the last person you spoke to.
“Hello?” Jaehyun asked. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“Jungwoo is threatening me with math and I’m scared. Can I sleep there?”
Jungwoo looked at Eunji with an incredulous look, and Eunji looked from him to Anna with a confused face.
Jaehyun laughed. “Yeah, come over.”
You grunted into the phone and hung up. You turned to your friends and proclaimed: “I’m going away now.”
You turned and walked back to your room. You wrenched the phone charger out of the wall and shoved it into your bag, then slung it over your shoulder so haphazardly that you knocked a bunch of pencils and papers off your desk. You closed your eyes and sighed. You didn’t pick it up.
When you walked out of your room, Eunji had her bag too.
“Huh?”
“I’m going to make sure you actually get there since I don’t think you’ll make it without passing out in some random place.”
“I’m glad you trust me so much.”
“It’s not about not trusting you. It’s about taking care of you.” She nodded like a parent as she gestured for you to go with her.
“Awww,” you said and accidentally scuffed your foot on the floor, almost making yourself fall. “Fuck-- Jungwoo, I’m stealing your girlfriend.”
“Have fun,” Jungwoo smiled as he and Anna went back to working on their project.
“I may not seem like a threat right now, but just wait until I’ve slept.”
“I believe you!” He said like a parent cheering on their toddler as they performed at their first dance recital.
“Okay, let’s go,” Eunji said and ushered you out the door.
Some amount of minutes later - you weren’t sure how long - you were in front of the door at Jaehyun and Taeyong’s dorm and Jaehyun was opening it.
“Hey.”
You nodded, eyes almost closed.
“The package has been delivered.”Eunji said and gestured to you.
Jaehyun laughed softly and moved so you could both to walk in. “How was getting her here?”
You kept nodding. You had a song stuck in your head now.
“Not too bad. She keeps dragging her feet and almost fell three times on the way over--”
“Oh my goddd,” you started doing the Orange Justice dance. “I can fucking hearrrr youuuu talking about meeee. Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker. I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker. Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra. With a hook in it, hope it lean over.”
If you looked up, you would have seen Jaehyun and Eunji looking at you like you had totally lost it. But you didn’t look up so you didn't see that. You kept dancing even though you couldn't remember any more words and just hummed the melody instead.
“Uhh… I’ll make her some chamomile tea.” Jaehyun said and turned to the cabinets.
“You have that?” Eunji asked, trying to ignore whatever it was you were doing.
“Yeah. Taeyong bought it for when he can’t sleep.”
“Good plan. Our leader is definitely the smartest.”
“The best and most beloved of all my childrennnnnn,” you whined as you danced faster.
Some smaller amount of minutes later, Eunji had left and you were sitting on the edge of Jaehyun’s bed while he sat next to you and waited as you downed the cup of tea.
“I hope it’s not too hot.”
You shook your head, “Perfect temperature.”
He watched as you drank the last of it.
“Hay.”
“What?”
“Camomile tastes like hay. Imma horse.” You held out the mug for him.
He squinted at you for a second. He took it from you and nodded.
Despair struck suddenly. “Oh god, what if I can never sleep again?” You put your hands on either side of your face in horror.
“You’re going to fall asleep soon.”
“But what if I don’t? If-- I’m not? The? Huh? What if I don’t sleep? I’ve been awake for--” You tried to count: all day yesterday, minus the hour you slept, all day today since 2am, minus the 43 minutes you were asleep… “Oh my god, the math makes my head hurt.”
He patted you on the head. “You’ll be able to sleep. I promise.”
You leaned into his hand. He really had been taking care of you for the whole day--
“You’ve really been taking care of me for the whole day.” You looked up at him.
He smiled. “Well, I can’t just let you run yourself into the ground, now can I?”
“Why not? I’m not your responsibility.”
“You’re my friend. You’re my responsibility.”
“That’s it?”
“What?”
Your eyes closed and you felt yourself falling over and startled awake. “Ahh--!”
“Okay.” Jaehyun stood and put the mug on the nightstand. “Get under the blanket.”
“I’m wearing shoes.”
He knelt down and untied your shoes, taking them off and putting them neatly next to the bed. He made you stand, picked up the blanket, and helped you get into the bed. One of your legs was something of a problem for you as you tried to situate yourself.
“Is your phone on silent?”
“I need to charge it.”
You sat up awkwardly like Frankenstein’s monster and made grabby hands at your bag and he handed it to you. You took your phone and its charger out and you put your phone on silent while he plugged the charger into the wall. He took your phone from you, plugged the charger into it and put it face down on the nightstand. You laid back into bed and he helped you to put the blanket around yourself so you’d be comfortable.
“Okay.” He tucked the blanket in around your body. “I don’t want to hear from you for at least three hours.”
You pulled the blanket up around your face and nodded.
“Alright?”
“Yes, sir.”
He nodded and picked up the mug. “Have a good sleep, okay?”
You nodded again.
He turned off the lights and left the room, closing the door behind him.
In the dark, you snuggled further into the blanket. It was soft and felt like you were wrapped in a cloud. And it smelled like him.
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Not Alone
Part 1 of 2 of Whatever the Outcome Series
Rating: Teen and up
Pairing: Lip Gallagher x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,555
Summary: Lip needs your help to convince Amanda to speak to the board regarding the picture she leaked of Helene, and you’re coming for blood
Warning: lots of swearing, blood, broken nose, slut shaming (kinda)
A/N: Okay so clearly I’m watching Shameless and writing Fics as I go. I know I got problems. That’s on meeee. I’ve never written for Lip so don’t @ me if it’s ooc. Set in 6x06. Part 2
A series of knocks on your dorm room door made you sit up blearily. The mid afternoon sun streamed into your room and you looked over at your roommates bed. It was empty. The incessant knocking turned into frantic pounding as the door remained unanswered. Yawning and stretching you stumbled out of bed, ready to cuss out whoever decided it was a good idea to wake you up.
“Alright shit what do you want?!” You hissed throwing the door open. Lip Gallagher stood there, he ran a hand over his mouth and jaw and let out a heavy breath.
“Y/N fuck can you come with me to talk to Amanda about Helene? Amanda’s always liked you. Maybe she’ll listen if you come.” He rushed out looking behind his shoulder to her dorm room.
You blinked at him and sighed deeply. This was about the pictures of Professor Runyon, of fucking course it was.
“She’s scared of me idiot. Alright fine. Let me put some pants on.” You sighed out and turned away from him. Tugging a random pair from your floor, you shoved them on and turned back to Lip. Usually he’d make some comment about your constant state of half nakedness, but not today. He was standing in your doorway, eyes staring at the floor. His thumb traced his lips. You couldn’t help but notice how bright his blue eyes looked. They always got this way when he was stressed. Something you always thought was both incredibly endearing as well as so fucking sad.
Usually eyes get brighter when their owner is happy and carefree. Not with Lip. The poor boy only knows the feeling of stress so his anatomy worked around it.
You smiled softly and put a hand on his shoulder, scaring him out of his panicked silence.
“It’s gonna be alright. We’ll fix this. It’s gonna be alright Lip.” You murmured rubbing, what you hoped, was soothing circles into his tense shoulder. He let out a deep breath and allowed himself five seconds to calm down before his eyes snapped open and he pulled away from you abruptly.
“Alright let’s go.” His voice was still rushed, but not nearly as fast. He jogged over to Amanda’s dorm room, looked over at you for confirmation, and began banging on her door as loudly as he had yours.
You let out a little laugh and slammed your open palm on the door next to his, yelling at Amanda to open the fuck up.
“Open up Amanda.” He called and you kept your knocking up to keep the noise loud and clear for this horrible person. “Look just tell the board you made a mistake.” Lip called again.
You kicked the door and yelled your own plea to get her to open up, “Say you’re a jealous cunt and you didn’t mean to get her in trouble.” Lip looked at you with an eyebrow raised. You only shrugged and kicked away at her door again before it swung open.
Amanda stood in all her stuck up glory, holding two bags and looking down on the both of you. You wanted to deck her on sight. You never liked her and when you found out she was the one to send out the picture because her itty bitty heart had been broken, you were halfway across campus to break her arm before Lip caught you and carried your swearing form back to your room. You kept your anger in check this time. This was all Lip’s fight and causing this bitch any pain would only result in more harm done.
You leaned on the door frame as Lip took up most of the space in the doorway to plead with Amanda.
“What board?” Amanda snapped looking between the two of you. “Y/N why the fuck are you here?” She huffed.
“Like the committee, the provost.” Lip cut in before you could make a wise ass comment and make Amanda even less likely to help you two out.
“No idea what you’re talking about.” She said and had the audacity to seem irritated with this conversation. You forced down a snarl.
“What do you mean? They didn’t ask you to come in?” You hissed instead. There was no way she was getting out of the mess she created without having any repercussions.
“Nope. Excuse me.” She said dismissing you and attempted to push past you two, but you stepped forward and crowded her, she took a step back and turned to Lip with a sigh.
“Okay, wait, then, then make a statement or post a retraction somewhere.” Lip stuttered looking frantically between the both of you.
“Where?” She demanded.
“Online!” Lip exclaimed, sounding as panicked as he looked. You pursed your lips and crossed your arms. If she kept this “holier than thou” attitude up you were going to make her bleed.
“Do you actually not understand how the Internet works?” Amanda spat. You took a step forward, read to level her only to have Lip pull you back by the waist.
“I don’t care how it works, okay! Helene could lose her job!” Lip shouted before his voice faltered at the end. He squeezed your stomach as a grounding point and you stayed still. Letting him have an anchor in his panic. Amanda jumped in at the sign of weakness.
“Well, maybe she should have thought about that before she started banging her students! And maybe you should learn how to treat the girls that you sleep with better. Ever heard of the campsite rule?” You wanted to punch her right in her snotty nose. You completely agreed with her, but making the dig about how Lip treated people was too far. Amanda knew damn well all she was was a fuck buddy and she created this fantasy of a boyfriend in her mind. It wasn’t Lip’s fault, it was hers.
“The what?” You spoke up, an eyebrow raised as you challenged her. Lip sighed sounding dejected.
“Leave the area in better shape than you found it, asshole. Move.” She spat and knocked her shoulder aggressively into Lip.
“Wait wait wait.” He cried letting go of you to block her path.
“Give me a break.” She whined doing all but stomping her foot down.
“Where are you going?” You said interrupting her tantrum. She huffed and looked down at her bags.
“The Feminazis are after me. Accused me of trying to destroy a high-status female because I’ve internalized my own gender oppression. Two thousand comments on my Facebook page, including death threats. My parents want me to leave campus until it blows over. You’re on your own, Lip.” She turned the lights off in her room before facing Lip again.
She smiled sickly and hissed out. “But then again I guess you always were.”
You sucked in a deep breath, shoved Lip out of the way, and slammed your forehead into Amanda’s nose. Her glasses fell off as she doubled over, gripping her nose in shock and pain. A scream came out of her mouth as she stumbled back into her dorm. You made a move to lunge at her before Lip’s arms grabbed you by the midsection again and hauled you back.
“Y/N that’s enough!” He yelled as you tried to kick out from his hold. Wanting nothing more than to get your hands on the now fake blonde cunt who ruined two peoples lives with her bullsht jealousy. You didn’t like Helene either, fuck you might’ve even hated her. But Lip was falling for her and she made him incredibly happy. So you kept your mouth fucking shut.
“You send out a statement to the board right now you bitch!” You snarled watching as she cried hysterically, her tears mixing in with the blood gushing from her nose. It was now crooked and you stared at her broken nose for as long as possible. Wanting this to be what you remembered when you thought of the fucking skank. The damage she deserved from your own hands.
Lip yanked you as he walked backwards. “Amanda shit, I gotta go!” He yelled as you kicked and flailed, your feet off the ground as Lip hauled you away from his former fuck buddy. He kicked open your door and dumped you on your bed. You scrambled off it and made for the door before Lip was on you again. He forced you back on the bed and straddled you to keep you down.
“Hey hey hey that’s enough! You broke her fucking nose I think you did enough!” Lip sighed and rested his head by your elbow. “We’re fucked. It’s over.”
He sounded so broken as he rolled off you and lay face first in your pillow. All the anger in your body melted out as you took in the sad dejected boy curled up next to you. You ran your hand through his hair and sighed.
“Lip I’m so sorry.” He didn’t say anything just laid there letting you comfort him.
You didn’t know how this would end. Didn’t know if Lip would get expelled or Professor Runyon would lose her job. But you knew whatever the outcome, you were going to be there in Lips corner. Because what Amanda said was dead wrong. Lip wasn’t alone. And he never had been.
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LOVE THAT LAST ONE YOU DID FOR ME! JUST YESSSS EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT!
If you don't mind, my greedy simp ass will request another Vincent Alt Art pov- ✨cooking edition✨
AYYYYY!!!
Simp!!! I am SO sorry it took so long to get to this! I got so caught up with hitting so many milestones one after the other and doing the giveaways from those but here I am again, feeding you! I hope this is worth the wait. I almost went to culinary school, all my jobs have been food centric, it is one of my passions in life and I adore cooking and trying new recipes so I hope that this is fucking great. Without further ado, let’s get into it!. Part one of the ALT Artist S/O thing found, here!
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GN! ALT Artist S/O X Vincent Sinclair Headcanons. Cooking Edition!
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-It has been said “An artist isn’t just someone who sculpts or paints, or sets the table in a certain way or anything like that, this? Is art. Cooking is art.”
-You and Vinny are big believers in this.
-Bo complains at first about you both cooking so much, making Vincent neglect his other artistic fronts and his duty to the town and what they are trying to accomplish.
-Until he tries the food. He shuts up quickly.
-Plus keeping Vin happy means that he works harder on everything else and cooking with you makes him SO happy.
-The two of you essentially take over all the cooking in Ambrose and it becomes one of your most favored hobbies to engage in.
-Meal planning, meal planning, meal planning!
-You both work so hard together to get the most bang for the few bucks you have. Making sure anything that is a little more expensive was going to get multiple meals out of it.
-Your grocery and meal planning lists have Bo raising his eyebrows, “The fuck is half of this shit?”
-But then he actually TRIES what you both make and it shuts him up real quick yet again.
-You still go into town with Bo more often than not because the first time he went by himself he totally fucked it up, “What’s the fuckin’ problem?!” and you had to explain that no when you want tarragon that oregano was NOT going to cut it as a substitute like the grocery store worker had suggested.
-Recipe hunting is too fun for the both of you. Anything that looks slightly interesting or challenging you both want to try.
-Vin is literally amazing at making breakfast. The things that man can do with eggs is near sinful. Like he does almost any kind of egg with ease, practically perfected poached eggs and the softest scrambled ever.
-BAKING BREAD! Holy fuck you both get soooo into baking bread! Making good bread is so cheap and easy and versatile. For toast or sandwiches or whatever.
-Vincent insists that you make sandwiches better than he ever could and you swear that he does it the same way you do but you don’t complain or argue.
-Dinner is where you both really shine and work together.
-Obviously any and all knife work falls to Vincent, let’s be real and you have no problem deferring to him on that front.
-You love to watch him do it, one hand propped under your chin as you lean on the counter, watching him cube meat with ease and chop vegetables. He’s sign asking if you want to help or just watch and you’d tell him that, “-you’re so much better at mise en place than meeee.” And he can’t say no to you so he lets it go.
-You almost always have something on the go. Something marinating or curing or what have you.
-Sunday dinner’s are THE big deal.
-Back when their mother was well enough it was the case and you were more than happy to help restart that tradition.
-So many classic, good old fashioned foods and newer stuff. You introduce them to a lot of new dishes and many of your personal favorites become faves of theirs.
-Plating and presentation are massive!
-Pictures are taken of the food you make alllll the time and they look like something that could be in a cookbook or Bon Appetit' magazine. Vin likes having a log of what you’ve made and looking back on it, makes him feel proud and helps him recall the good times you’ve had making it all together.
-DESSERTS!
-Baking, baking, baking!
-You both get sooo into baking, much more than just bread!
-Vincent becomes kinda obsessed with making cakes, loving the creative and crafty nature that comes with decorating them! Only thing he has trouble with is eating them afterwards because they look even more like works of art than the other food you make.
-Taking pictures of the confections helps mitigate those feelings at least.
-The two month process it takes for Vin to nail making a souffle was an ordeal. Endearing, cute, but an ordeal all the same.
-Point is, cooking and baking is one of the best things to ever happen to your relationship. The bonding, sharing, good memories that are made, the closeness that comes from it.
-And it gets Vincent out of that fucking basement on a regular basis.
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Finally finishedddd!!! And here’s the fic that actually killed meeee!!
Warnings: daddy kink, choking (but not really?), spanking.
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Prompt:
Y/N and Harry have been arguing for a couple days, they both find new ways to make up for their arguments.
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Y/N shoves another tray of cakes into the oven, slamming the door shut once they were placed down with a loud huff. The noise she makes borders on a small growl and her very well-loved kitchen, shivers in response to the noise she makes. Sighing, Y/N turns away from the oven and bends over the kitchen counter, her head resting in her palms. These are not the sounds she usually uses in the kitchen, never banging and huffing around. The kitchen had always been Y/N’s happy place, its somewhere she smiles without realising it, where she sways her hips along to Harry’s music while foods sizzle in pans and delicious smells flood their home.
Today, Y/N is anything but happy. Today, Y/N’s face is pinched up into a scowl rather than the smile she usually wears in the kitchen. No music plays in the background and even if it did Y/N was in absolutely no mood to dance around. Not a single word works its way past her lips.
She’s wasting time, she knows she is- there's papers that she should be grading- her student do need them back after all- but instead, she’s in the kitchen. Baking. Angrily. Any chance she had of focusing on her work was long gone though, it was the second they started fighting.
“Oh, I could kill him!” Y/N growls as she snatches up the mixing bowl she had just finished using, she looks down at the bowl, debating if she wants to clean them again. She shakes her head, deciding to get another set out of the cupboard by the sink. She has several sets for this exact purpose- well, not this purpose, - so that she can keep baking for special occasions like Christmases and their birthdays. Harry had always made sure she had loads of baking equipment that she could use.
Y/N drags another set of bowls out from the cupboard and places them on the side to start mixing up another batch of cake batter. This time she decides to use dark chocolate because she knows that Harry prefers milk. He’d always preferred milk over any other type of chocolate.
It’s not very often that they fight, it’s not, but when they do... they can be ridiculous, sometimes their fights only last hours, sometimes days. Y/N’s not even sure where Harry is right now, she thinks he might be at the gym, or the studio. They’re usually the places that he goes when he storms off, it’s a way for clearing his head- like the kitchen usually is for Y/N.
When Y/N’s phone vibrates on the other side of the kitchen counter, she snatches it up only to realise that it’s a notification from her emails letting her know that one of her students had asked about one of their assignments. Not one single message from Harry, he’s just being stubborn now, not texting her to even at least let her know where he is and when exactly he plans on coming home. To be fair, Y/N’s being the exact same, she hasn’t messaged Harry all day either, and she sure as hell isn’t planning on being the one to cave first and message him. She throws her phone back down on the counter and moves back to the bowl of cookie batter, she picks up the bowl and starts pouring the batter into the cases, waiting to put them in the oven.
Y/N decides that since she’s done everything else from scratch she might as well make the frosting for the cakes from scratch too, it’ll take her longer, not that the actual frosting will take long to make, but it’s more time that she doesn’t have to think about the argument with Harry. The fact that it only takes her about 10 minutes to make the frosting, frustrates her to no end and she slams the spatula down on the counter. It’s not really fair, her kitchen or the spatula hadn’t done anything to her and here she was, taking her frustrations out on her kitchen.
She’s in the middle of frosting the first batch of cakes when the front door opens. Y/N feels her spine stiffen and she turns her body just enough that she’s can’t see him coming down the hallway. She can tell that it’s Harry, the sound of his keys hitting the glass bowl in the hallway and shoes coming off and hitting the floor sounds exactly how he usually does.
Y/N takes a glance over her shoulder, listening out for Harry in the hallway, she can hear him coming, he’s walking slower than he normally would, he doesn’t stop or say anything when he walks into the kitchen.
Anger wells up in Y/N’s chest, the silent treatment that they’ve had going on for the last couple days had reached it limit, for her, anyways.
“Are you kidding me?” Y/N shouts as she spins away to look at Harry, her jaw tight as she clenches her teeth, her fists clenched by her side. “Not a single word?”
Harry, earphones in his ears, just stands there looking at her for a few seconds. Just like Y/N thought, he was at the gym, his gym bag sat at his feet, a towel around his neck so Y/N’s going to assume that he showered. Of course, he looks amazing, standing there all sexy with his tight shirt, his muscles bulging out of his gym shirt. God damn Harry Edward Styles for being so attractive when all Y/N wanted to be was mad at him.
Before Harry pulls his earphones out, he shakes his head, “You didn’t say anything either Y/N,” he growls in response,
“And how exactly would you know,” she counters, he’s not wrong, she didn’t. “Maybe I did, how would you know when you had your earphones in!”
Harry blinks at her, shaking his head again, “You didn’t though, and I was only listening to some music,”
“That’s...” she huffs again, “That’s not the point!” she clenches her teeth together again, fists clenching tighter against her legs, “And where have you been?” she questions back.
Harry looks down at his gym bag, and then back up at Y/N as though the answer should’ve been obvious,
“The gym,” he grunts back, “I’m going to get changed,”
“And I suppose it would’ve killed you to pick up the phone and at least text me, or even call?”
“It’s not like you called or texted me either is it Y/N!” Harry yells back, “You didn’t seem that interested in knowing where I was either,”
Harry’s right, Y/N knows he’s right. He's not right about Y/N not wanting to know where Harry was, she wanted to know that. Y/N was very interested in knowing where he’d been for the last couple hours, she was just being stubborn and wouldn’t text him first. It was silly, she knows that. It was silly and immature, but Y/N sure as hell not going to admit that.
Y/N doesn’t know when she does it, hasn’t got a clue why she picks one up but her hand reaches for a frosted cupcake and all of a sudden, she’s shoving it in Harry’s face. Harry gasps as the cupcake crumbles to pieces and falls to the floor by his feet. Crumbs fall down the front of his t-shirt, the caramel frosting that Y/N had decided on smeared across his cheek and down his chin.
With the remains of a cupcake falling down his front, Harry just stands there, his mind not quite grasping what Y/N just did, he’s half confused, not sure on what just happened and how the hell he’s supposed to respond. He reaches up to wipe the frosting off his face but his hand never touches his skin to get rid of the sticky mess.
Y/N has absolutely no idea what the hell made her decide to do that, she can’t take it back now, she’s not sure she would either. Harry’s reaction is so funny that Y/N doubles over, laughing. She can’t help it; she shouldn’t be laughing. It was immature of her but she couldn’t help herself, and Harry didn’t look like he was seeing the funny side of the situation.
“I’m... I’m so-” Y/N stutters, she can’t decide if she should wrap her arms around herself or cover her mouth to stop the giggles coming out. “I’m sorry, Harry! I don’t know what... I’m so sorry!”
Licking his lips, Harry can taste some of the caramel frosting that she decided to use, he nods slowly making his way closer to Y/N. He's slow approach makes Y/N back up in the kitchen, she not sure what Harry’s response is going to be.
“Harry, no, I...” Y/N isn’t even sure how exactly she would explain what she just did, it also doesn’t help that she’s still laughing. “It was funny! A little funny, you would’ve done the same thing!”
It takes Y/N’s back hitting the counter top on the other side of the kitchen for her to realise that Harry had backed her so far into the kitchen. Harry nods again, a sarcastic little nod and a smirk makes its way onto his face. He reaches behind Y/N, and before she can even realise, a full measuring cup of flour is being poured over her head, falling into her hair and down her shoulders.
“OH!” she shrieks,
Harry crosses his arms again, smirk still on his face, “See? I can be funny, too.”
Now as well as cupcake crumbs being all over her kitchen floor there a whole cup full of flour. And instead of the genuine laughter that was coming out of Y/N, Harry’s laughter wasn’t funny.
For the exact same reason that Harry didn’t fine it funny, Y/N doesn’t either. She can’t even remember why she found it so funny when she squished the cupcake into Harry’s face. Now, instead of just being angry at Harry, Y/N was now seething, and instead of going about the whole argument in a mature way she looks all along her counter top for something that she can throw back at Harry. There’s left over cupcake batter in one of her bowls on the counter top, just sitting there, waiting for her to pick it up, right next to where Y/N was standing.
Y/N scopes up a handful of batter and ties to fling it at Harry, only for her hand to be grabbed mid-air, most of the cake batter lands up on the floor,- alongside the flour and crumbs- Harry does however need to jerk to the side to miss getting what’s left of the batter in his face. He gets some, but instead of getting it all, he only gets a small spatter of batter along his cheek, joining the smeared frosting.
“What the hell has gotten into you today!” Harry asks, shaking his head, trying to remove some of the batter from his cheeks.
“You!” Y/N exclaims, pulling at her hand to try and get out of Harry’s hold, “You’ve gotten into me!”
“Yeah,” Harry grumbles as he drops Y/N’s wrist and steps away from her, “You wish.”
A gasp works it’s way up Y/N’s throat. She’s not sure if it’s because of what Harry said, the way he said it, or even the way he let go of her and backed up. She all of a sudden doesn’t like anything of what’s happening and wants Harry to hold her. A second ago she was trying her hardest to be out of Harry’s grip, but now, she’d give anything to be back in his arms again. To hell with this argument, she doesn’t care who’s right or wrong, Y/N just wants this to be over.
Harry’s whole attitude has shifted too, it’s subtle, but it’s there. He’s eyes have softened and his lips are now turned down slightly into a frown instead of pressed hard against each other in a straight line. He’s entire posture, instead of trying to get away from Y/N, seems ready to either try and comfort her, or to seek comfort from her.
They stand there, staring at each other- Harry’s face covered in frosting and cake batter, and Y/N covered in flour and batter dripping from her hand. All of a sudden Y/N’s throwing herself into Harry’s arms, or Harry’s lunging at her. Either way, their both a complete mess and all over each other.
Messy hands and all, Y/N gets a tight grip on Harry’s hair and pulls him closer to her, her legs move up and wrap around his, lips locked into Harry’s. It doesn’t even matter that they’re making each other messier with the flour, batter mix and frosting getting everywhere. Y/N would spend all day every day like this, if she could.
“Oh my god,” Y/N groans, already breathless, “you taste amazing Harry”
“Mmh,” Harry grips Y/N ass and lifts her up so that her legs can wrap around him completely, “cause’ your baking is amazing,”
Y/N laughs into their kiss, “Not what I meant,”
Harry laughs back lightly, “I know, it’s the truth though,”
Y/N, no longer in the mood for their arguing just shrugs her shoulders, allowing Harry to pick her up and drop her onto the kitchen counter. She complains at this, as all of her measuring cups, pans and bags of ingredients go crashing to the floor.
“My cakes!” She shouts, “watch my cakes.”
Harry nods as he begins dragging Y/N’s top up her body, only stopping to answer when it’s over her head and being dropped onto the floor.
“I can see your cakes,” he growls back, voice heated. “Now stay still,”
A small whimper falls from her lips, goosebumps rise all over her skin, even with the whole house being nice and warm with all of the baking she’d done the whole day. Y/N can’t help it, not with the way that Harry’s talking to her. Harry drags his fingers down her front, they graze over her nipples through her bra and she arches into his touch, the whole of her body coming alive.
Harry leans down, licking at the skin above her bra, Y/N can feel how wet she’s becoming. Her whole core tingling, wanting Harry to touch her. Harry reaches up behind Y/N and unclips her bra, it falls lose around her tits and Harry yanks it down her arms, it swiftly joining the clothes in the floor. Harry starts sucking at her nipple, the skin rolled between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling on her nipple, just hard enough to have her arching back into his touch and her core clenching and flooding with wetness.
Y/N reaches down and grips Harry’s top, pulling him up so she can slam her lips against his, a moan makes its way past Harry’s lips as Y/N works her way down his neck, kissing and nipping at his skin. There’s already pretty little red spots appearing where Y/N was nibbling at his skin.
Harry lets put a little whimper of his own, Y/N pulling him closer so that she can grind down on his leg. Trying her hardest to get some form of friction against her core.
“Fuck,” Harry groans right into Y/N’s ear, “Y/N… I’m gonna fuck you… right here in your kitchen…”
Of course he is is, Y/N wants him too. And she sure as hell isn’t going to argue with Harry if he wants to fuck her now.
They’re close enough now that Y/N slips her hand down the front of Harry’s joggers, hand automatically searching for his cock so she can wrap her fingers around him. She finds it quickly enough, hand gripping him as Harry’s sucks his own marks onto her skin. He loves marking her up, always loves seeing his marks against her skin.
Y/N’s fingers work over Harry’s head, his eyes widen and his mouth goes slack, whimpering his groans against the skin of Y/N’s neck. She grins in response to his actions, a little laugh making its way out between her lips. Harry’s own lips curl up into a smirk when he looks at her,
“You think your funny, don’t you?” He asks, Y/N just shrugs in an answer, “I think you’re a brat.”
Harry reaches up and tugs on the hair at the base of Y/N’s head, pulling her head up so that they are eye-to-eye, Harry bends down and sucks on her neck, nibbling at the skin there. Obviously leaving more marks that Y/N will more that likely flush over later.
“Harry… daddy” Y/N groans, it sounding more like a whine to her and Harry’s ears, “I...”
“You what, Y/N?”
There is not one single response that Y/N thinks is an appropriate answer to what Harry is asking, she also knows full well that she can do more for Harry than just sitting on the counter and kissing at his neck, but as soon as she tries to slide off the counter to get down of her knees Harry grips at hips to keep her sat on the counter.
“Where do you think you're going?” Harry asks as soon as she tries to move of the counter top, “I thought I told you to say still?”
Without even waiting for Y/N to respond, Harry’s yanking her leggings down her legs- with enough force and strength that Y/N has to lean back and grip the counter top so that she doesn’t fall off- to be dumped on the floor in the same manner as her top and bra. Harry bends down and bites up her thigh, being less that gentle about what he was doing, his nibbles were probably also going to leave marks. Harry reaches her panties and noses her through the cloth, breathing in deeply, he moans in response to her scent.
“You smell so good baby,” Harry groans into the skin of her leg that meets her thigh, he pulls her panties to the side and runs his tongue up her centre to her clit, Y/N whines, her head falling back, hitting the cupboard behind her head. Harry’s still kneeling on the floor, head still buried in Y/N core, tongue running up and down, trying to taste as much of her as he can. Harry lifts his head slightly and smirks at Y/N, a small chuckle leaving his lips at how close he was able to get her to the edge in only a short amount of time, Y/N grins back, sliding her hand down her body and into Harry’s hair, she pulls, tugging him back up her body so she could slam her lips back against his, she let his tongue explore her mouth, tasting herself on Harry’s lips she slowly slides her way down the counter so she was standing next to Harry.
The second Y/N’s feet hit the floor, the second before she can sink down into her knees and get Harry’s delicious cock in her mouth, his turning her around and shoving her over the counter, bending her down so that her ass is sticking out. He lands a quick slap on her left ass check,
“Don’t even think about moving pet,” Harry growls as he bends down to bite at the back of her neck, Y/N groans, her pussy one again flooding with so much wetness that she’s pretty sure she can feel it leaking down her thighs.
“Don’t wanna” Y/N whines back at Harry as she attempts to stand up, she doesn’t get very far before Harry’s pushing her back down- holding her there this time- and landing two more smacks to her ass, he growls, really not in the mood for her to be disobedient right now.
“Stay fuckin’ still. I mean it Y/N,”
There’s already bright red marks blooming across her cheeks where Harry had decided to spank her, he doesn’t mind though, clearly loving the marks that he’s leaving against her beautiful pale skin. Y/N whimpers as Harry runs his hands over the marks,
“See baby, all you had to do was listen.” He coos, she knows he’s not sorry at all, “Just listen, and then daddy wouldn’t have had to spank you,”
She knows he’s right. He probably has been all along, this however, is probably the only situation she would agree with him,
“Know daddy, didn’t wanna though,” she murmurs back to him.
“I’m fully aware of that fact pet,” Harry murmurs, hand gently runny over her soft ass. “Are you gonna listen now?” He questions, still holding her down with his other hand.
“Yes. Please,” she whines back, pushing her ass out into his hand,
Harry lowers his hand down so his fingers are running against her core, she whines, pushing her hips back further so his fingers push harder into her.
“Oh god,” Y/N whines again when Harry moves his fingers down to push against her opening, “Harry…”
Harry responds by shoving his fingers into her, pulling another whine out of Y/N mouth, this only makes Harry moves his fingers in her faster, already bringing her close to that edge she was so close to earlier.
He keeps it up, shoving his finger in and out of her, working his way eventually up to two. Y/N whines and groans, trying her hardest not to buck down against his hand- which is difficult considering the fact that every few thrusts of his fingers, Harry deliberately drags his fingers against that stop inside of her that almost makes her come.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Y/N almost screams, “Right there! Please daddy! Right there,” Y/N turns her head to the left, Harry sees this and gives her what she wants. Kissing her hard enough that she doesn’t even realise that he’s removed his fingers and is working on shoving his cock inside of her.
She screams into the kiss, eyes snapping open and she’s stretched around his huge cock. Harry keeps her still, still kissing her as he begins thrusting away at her opening, working his way almost the whole way out before his shoving his cock all the way back down to the base. She whines, tears working their way into her eyes- she’s never felt this good.
“Good pet?” Harry groans in her ear, hand working his way up to grip and her throat, he squeezes lightly, not enough to cut off her air, just enough that she’s fully aware that his hands around her neck.
“Holy fuck-“ she whimpers back, “god yes daddy.”
Harry snaps his hips faster, he can feel how wet she is, practically dripping down her legs. This makes Harry groan, realising that his release is fast around the corner.
“Come on baby, come for daddy,” he reaches down, using his fingers to rub at her clit while still pounding away at her, chasing his own release so they can come together.
Y/N comes, her whole world shattering as she creams on Harry’s cock, he quickly follows, shoving so hard inside of her it lifts her of her feet, he comes inside. He comes so much that it flows out of her, joining the mess that was already on her thighs from her own juices.
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They end up on the floor, both curled around each other, sitting amongst the cake crumbs, batter, flour and all of Y/N’s baking equipment, all of it waiting to be picked up and placed back into its rightful places in her kitchen.
“Didn’t hurt you did I?” Harry whispers a few minutes of them laying together, Y/N runs her hand down his stomach, he’d taken his shirt off considering the fact it was covered in all kinds of baking ingredients.
“No,” Y/N grins up at him.
“Good, Y/N… I… I’m so sorry… I should-“
“No Harry! Please, it was my fault.” Y/N interrupts his talking, “It really was my fault,”
She stops talking, their quite with each other- calm. For a few moments, they just lay there, wrapped around each other. Y/N snuggling down closer into Harry’s chest and they do absolutely nothing. She hopes their down fighting now, she definitely is.
“Hey, Y/N”
Y/N turns her head, looking Harry in the eye, she nods in response, waiting for him to ask his question.
“Do you?... do you remember why we were fighting?...” he asks, face scrunched up as if he’s trying to think of something.
Y/N pulls the exact same face, racking her brain trying to remember what had caused all of this. “No. No I don’t.” She states, almost like a question.
“Yeah.” Harry murmurs, his eyes widening and a small smile working it’s way on his face, “me neither,”
They sit there, looking at each other, matching looks on each of their faces. Suddenly, they burst out laughing. Both grinning like absolute divs at each other. They both decide that they should get up and get clean. Y/N turns the oven off, the cakes that were in the were probably most definitely ruined by now- she’d make new ones anyways, this time with milk chocolate instead of something else so that Harry will eat them. They both walk naked up to the shower, Harry insisting that she should get clean and dry before they go and clean the kitchen.
“Hey Harry?” She murmurs, bending up to kiss the corner of his mouth, he hums in response. “We should solve all our problems like that from now on,” he laughs, head thrown back slightly, eyes creasing. He smack her ass and she squeals in an answer. Her ass till sore from the spanking that Harry gave her earlier. She speeds up, almost running to the bathroom to get in the shower, her and Harry’s laughter fills the house, the argument they had long forgotten.
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Hair Today, Gone Tonight (Loki Oneshot)
It was not uncommon for Loki to take his time in his bathroom preparing himself for the day, he was a prince of Asgard after all and had to keep up appearance in every aspect. It was also not uncommon for him to stare long and hard at himself in the mirror to make sure every detail was perfect about himself, especially when he was always beside his perfect older brother the crown prince who could do nor look no wrong and constantly demanded all eyes to be on him. It was then slightly more uncommon for Loki to linger at his reflection as only once in a grand while would he actually find an imperfection or flaw that needed his utmost attention and time to fix or magic away. So in theory it was normal for Loki to take an awfully long time glaring at his reflection once more before he greeted the rest of the royal court of Asgard. Today was however an exception to all these things as it was a very rare occurrence for him to be cursing the Norns and growling in frustration during his daily preparations. The reason for this of course was because what was staring back at him in the mirror between his keen nose and his snarling, thin upper lip wasn’t just an imperfection but an impossibility.
Loki had come to accept early on in his long life that he would never sport such an eyesore of a facial feature as was seen mocking his otherwise perfect appearance. It wasn’t even a dashing looking mark like Fandral had, that suave blond bastard. He had long since come to take pride in his smooth, hairless appearance though as Volstagg and Thor were proof that with great hair comes great irresponsibility. Whenever there was a great feast within the palace walls, and there was always a feast for some reason or another, between the two of those bilgesnipes there would be a massacre that started at the dining table and end on their face. And Frigga wondered why Loki wasn’t gorging himself during the feasts like everyone else was. It wasn’t that hard to figure out when you’re stuck sitting between the beast with two beards, you either grow a stronger stomach or lose your appetite quite quick.
It also wasn’t hard to figure out that because it was impossible for Loki to grow face fuzz that not only was the one he had now not natural, but it wasn’t his doing at all and thus someone had to answer for that crime. No amount of scrubbing, potions, illusions, shapeshifting, or even old fashioned makeup could get rid of it either which further irked him but also narrowed down his list of suspects to one person. just the one, that had both access to his personal chambers within the palace walls but more importantly was foolish enough to prank the trickster god while he was taking a much needed nap after sparring against his brute of an older brother. Just one royal resident in fact besides Loki himself had inherited Frigga’s gift for magic as was clearly the source of this monstrosity of a moustache as if the mere sight of it didn’t irritate him enough. That fool was toast.
Loki threw open his bedchamber doors with vengeance in his eyes, already knowing his prey wouldn’t be too far, wanting to see his reaction to what transpired before running off. Right on cue as the door banged open, Loki could hear not too distant wicked giggling and the quickened pace of hasty foosteps fleeing from him. The telltale signs of a brat about to be caught that was too troublesome and young to master a decent gambling face, especially when they’re enjoying their troublemaking entirely too much. Loki easily started gaining on the little gremlin before their rounded a corner and disappeared into the nearest room with a squeal of, “save meeee!” Loki wasted no time blasting open the doors the brat was hiding behind with a wave of his hand which was still glowing green with his own magic to see Thor standing between him and his prey unsurprisingly, arms crossed and attempting to look imposing to someone that grew up with his own shenanigans.
“Step aside, brother, I have a pesky little bug to squash,” growled Loki, his gaze fixed on the twerp hiding behind Thor.
“I know you don’t mean my son but as I don’t see any other living thing here besides us, I think you must be mistaken on there being anything here to squish,” Thor challenged back.
Loki rolled his eyes at Thor’s attempt at diplomacy. “The only mistake here besides your attempt to stop me is your son’s current choice in free time activities and that is why I’m here to see that he fixes it before I fix him.”
“What are you prattling on about?” demanded Thor defensively.
Loki had also long since mastered the art of deception and redirecting people’s attention from an issue thanks entirely to his brother’s baffoonery as younger adults so he had been keeping his face turned away from his brother’s gaze to keep an eye on his prey. Till now when he actually met Thor’s eyes whose widened in surprise and mirth.
“Can’t you just wash that off?” Thor suggested, trying hard to suppress his laughter.
“That’s brilliant, Thor, I wish I thought of that first! Oh what a great help you are!” snapped Loki before he snapped his glowing fingers and a green ring appeared around Thor before the elder brother fell through the floor, leaving his son, Loki’s nephew wide open.
The little brat had the audacity to stand his ground as his father had taught him after fleeing initially and put up his fists in a fighting stance, even less imposing looking than his father was being less than half Thor’s size and not remotely as strong either.
“Who will save you now, I wonder?” growled Loki as he advanced on the cornered kid, a million different versions of vengeance dancing through his mind.
“You wouldn’t hurt your own nephew, would you?” the child had the balls to ask innocently.
“You are aware of our family’s long history of deception and betrayals, aren’t you?” Loki asked incredulously. “Why would I be exempt from that rule after you just followed that trait yourself, enchanting this disgusting feature on me? Get it off and I might consider a more merciful fate for you than what I’m currently planning.”
“And what are you planning?”
“Try my patience stalling the inevitable and you may have your answer soon enough. Off. Now.” To emphasize Loki’s point, he summoned a dagger in one hand while his other still glowed with magic.
The child reluctantly magically erased the enchanted ink scribbled on Loki’s face before a dagger was hurled at his head as Thor returned to the scene through the window behind him. The child however vanished as an illusion projection, the dagger at the same time disappearing as well as Loki clearly wasn’t actually going to stab him with it, it took years for Thor to get used Loki’s points, his child had a ways to go. Despite both child and weapon not being present in the room, Thor still had a sense to confront Loki after being literally dropped by him earlier. Loki however had other thoughts and a vast majority of them were still vengeance before dishonor, he too disappeared from the room before Thor could have a few choice words with him.
Thor’s son was very much like his dad in that he thought he had become pretty clever and believed he knew Loki fairly well. Well enough to trick the trickster at least. He also knew that anything and everything within Loki’s room was something secretive, powerful, and valuable and he wanted in on that. So that’s where he was, trying to sense with his quickly growing magical abilities where Loki kept those special artifacts. Finally, he managed to find something tugging on his magic from under Loki’s massive kingsized bed and eagerly scrambled under it in hopes of some kind of cool treasure to show off to his peers later. His hands brushed against a small wooden chest that seemed to be locked but he easily magicked the lock to open for him. He could barely contain his excitement as he grasped the lid of the chest with both hands eagerly and the faintest of green glows came from the box before he popped it open. He barely had time to scream as a large green snake sprang from the chest and wrapped itself around his hands and arms, effectively restraining him while its head was stationed next to his and poised to bite his neck, baring its fangs as if to strike. As he writhed and struggled against the snake’s hold, his ankles were suddenly seized by an icy cold grip and he was yanked out from under the bed and lifted upside down to face a lean, gold and green adorned abdomen.
“You think you were the first to try this tactic on me? Where do you think you got that idea from?”
The snake still wrapped around the brat seemed to laugh at his captive while the owner of the snake let go of his ankle, keeping the kid afloat before he was turned right side up to face the bemused god of mischief he was caught by properly.
“Perhaps you should ask your father what actually happened anytime he tried his little attempts at tricking a master trickster, his mistakes could be your lessons.”
“Or my triumphs,” snarked the kid back.
“And how is that working in your favor thus far?” Loki asked him slyly. “Your father has had centuries to try that on me, how old are you again?” He let the kid go and the snake melted into a large toy snake the kid was quick to escape from. “If I see you in my room without my permission, if you ruin a nap for me again, you’ll find your worst fear under your bed.”
“I don’t fear anything.” The kid held onto the toy snake, hoping to at least impress his peers with its realistic though rubber look.
“Your father said the same thing when I gave him that warning and he didn’t stop checking under his bed till he he had women in it.” Loki snapped his fingers and the kid was sent out of his room and back to his father for good this time.
Loki stalked back to his bathroom once more and looked at himself in the mirror just to be sure it was gone for good before sticking out a forked tongue at his reflection and smirking. He wondered if fears were a hereditary thing as that would make this whole “uncle” thing that much easier though he always liked a challenge in the end and his nephew having magic did have its merits. Let the prank wars begin...
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Its 3am, I just wrote a shitty gratuitous drabble of baby Peralta as a teenager.... bon appetit
Weren’t teenagers supposed to hate their parents? In all the books Amy read on parenting they all said to expect their teenagers to pull away from them, to crave independence. And while it did hurt a little when her son started preferring to hang out in his room or with friends instead of his parents, she let him do what he had to do. But this is unexpected, and right now it’s unwelcome.
It’s been a very long day. Two of her detectives didn’t correctly file the evidence in a high profile case they’ve been working on for months, and then someone took her lunch out of the fridge when she was looking forward to it all morning. She wants to nap. She got all snuggled up in her bed with the fluffiest pillow she had when she heard the door creak open and the shuffling of footsteps.
She tried to ignore them, they probably just needed to grab something and then they’ll leave her alone. She needs at least thirty minutes.
“Hey mom.” No. “Mom… hey mom.”
“Go away, I’m sleeping,” she responds, not bothering to open her eyes to look at him.
“Moooooom,” her 14 year old son Sebastian lets out with a harsh whisper. His voice is tinged with this bit of teasing and mischievousness he definitely got from his dad.
“Just give me a minute okay?” She can barely finish her sentence when Sebastian climbs over her to get to the other side of the bed. It’s a painful ordeal, an elbow here and a knee there. She huffs and protests until he flops dramatically next to her. He definitely could have just walked to the other side of the bed, but he’s in one of those moods. A mood that he also got from his dad: wanting her attention but only if it’s through annoying her.
“Dang, it’s like you don’t even love me,” he says, but she doesn’t respond. It only fuels him though. “How was your day though? Captaining the ship? Being all “cops ahoy” or something.”
He scoots closer to her, so his face is close to her ear.
“I’m doing great thanks for asking,” his voice is loud and hurts her eardrum. She exclaims from the shock and slaps him away. In a new effort, she flips on her stomach and lifts her pillow over her head.
“Sebastian, you’re being annoying,” she says, and he lets out a laugh. That small awkward giggle of his that makes the rest of the room laugh with him. And he laughs all the time. With such a simple sense of humor everything has him laughing, ever since he was a baby. And even though he’s trying to get a rise out of her, it makes her smile. It almost makes up for his next tactic, which is to flop right on top of her. He’s not a baby anymore, so he’s heavy. The weight has her complaining and she can barely breathe.
“Seb! Get off, you’re too heavy.” His response is a loud and obnoxious snore. She summons enough strength to push him off, and he tumbles to the floor with a thud. His “ow!” is so dramatic she unconcerned, he’s fine.
“Por estar jugando,” she says in a stern voice, letting him know that it’s his fault for playing too much.
“Oh, the spanish has come out. She means business,” he teases, taking mercy on her by sitting at the foot of her bed instead of crushing her.
“Why don’t you bug your dad? I’m trying to sleep here, leave me alone,” she says, though there’s no real bite in her words.
“He went to the store, I mentioned wanting an ice cream sandwich.”
“Of course,” she says. Jake Peralta spoils his kids. He trips over himself trying to make them happy with whatever he can. It’s extremely sweet and it makes her heart grow ten sizes bigger, except now their kids get way too much candy than they should. They agreed they would try to keep them as healthy as possible but that doesn’t always work when Jake is buying them pizzas whenever they ask.
“I tried to tell him it was fine, it makes me feel bad when he drops everything just for me,” Sebastian sincerely says. And thank god they didn’t grow up to be actual brats because of it. “Anyway, come to the living room with me so we can watch a movie.”
“After my nap.”
“Mamaaaaaaaaa ooooooooh…. Watch a movie with meeee, if I’m not back again this time tomorrow, it’s your fault for not paying attention to me” he sings, his voice getting screechy and abandoning the tune at the end. Amy can’t help the bubble of laughter that escapes, but she can’t let him see that. She’s got to stand her ground here.
It all goes to hell though when she finally looks up at him though. His curls are especially wild today and he’s got on those fluffy socks that make him look way younger than he is. But it’s the light in his eyes that gets her. He’s happy, and playful, and bringing some much energy into her life it snaps her out of her grumpy mood from before. He’s banging out a drum solo on his knees and it’s so silly and on brand with her hyperactive son.
Amy cannot believe how much she loves her life, loves her son, and her 10 year old daughter doing homework in the next room. They’re absolutely perfect. She snaps out of her reverie fairly quickly though. If he’s going to annoy the hell out of her, then it’s law for her to do the same to him
“Wow, that’s so weird,” Amy says, trying to keep her voice as collected as possible.
“What.”
“You were actually conceived in that very spo-”
“Nooooooooooooooooo,” he screams, flinging off the bed and running out the room, tripping against the door frame on his way out. She hops out of bed as she cackles, and makes her way to the living room. Jake is just stepping through the door with a few groceries and his eyes land on Sebastian lying face down on the floor. Amy greets him with a kiss on the cheek.
“What just happened, what did you do,” Jake says with a knowing smirk.
“Just some Parenting.” And Sebastian screeches an inhumane noise from his spot on the tile.
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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 38 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica
A/N: Click here for previous chapters. And thank you so much to @saiphl for the beta help!! XO!
Chapter Summary: The girls spend a summer apart, but then start their senior year, closer than ever.
Chapter 38: Feelings
Courtney’s dad had moved with his girlfriend to Berkeley earlier in the year, and both of her parents unilaterally decided that she should spend the summer with him for some “quality time.” She’d argued, she’d protested, she’d pleaded with Karen, she’d even cried; but in the end she had no choice but to go along with the plan, sullenly packing her things and boarding the train, defeated. Her only solace was that Roy was doing a summer program in Stanford for a month, which meant that at least they could still see each other on the weekends for part of the time she was there.
COURTNEY: JFC I’m gonna be sleeping on a goddamn fold out couch all summer. This is shit.
ADORE: Awww, so sorry, princess. Xx
COURTNEY: Lol, fuck you. You have no idea what this is like
ADORE: That’s true. I haven’t seen my dad for like ten years
COURTNEY: WAH WAH WAHHH YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO WIN
COURTNEY: ;)
ADORE: lol
The truth was, Courtney hadn’t really spent much time with her dad since the divorce. Sometimes it made her sad, thinking about how close they used to be. She tried to keep an open mind, but a big part of her was still angry about him having an affair, turning their lives upside-down, leaving her mom...leaving her.
Adore was right, though. As far as absentee fathers went, things could be much worse. One night, while he sat on the sofa (the one that doubled as the least comfortable bed she ever had) watching TV, Courtney wandered over and sat down next to him.
He looked up from the TV, surprised, a smile spreading across his face.
“Hey, kiddo.”
“Hi.” Courtney shifted slightly, tried to shake the horrible feeling that she was sitting next to a grown man that she barely knew. “Whatcha watching?”
“Just the news...if things go well this year, we can take both the house and the senate,” Peter told her. “And in 2008, that fucking shit-for-brains will finally be done and we can get the White House, too.”
“That would be awesome,” Courtney agreed, letting her head rest on her father’s shoulder. He wasn’t perfect, that was for damn sure...but when it came down to it, she supposed she was lucky to have him.
-
Meanwhile, Adore had gotten a summer job as a counselor at an arts day camp, and soon began spending her days surrounded by loud, attention-seeking child star wannabes. Every day, she came home and collapsed in exhaustion, vowing to never, under any circumstances, ever have children.
COURTNEY: How’s camp?
ADORE: The worst
COURTNEY: I’m sorry
ADORE: It’s all good. How’s the homewrecker?
COURTNEY: Weird
ADORE: Is she teaching you any good stripper moves?
COURTNEY: No, she just like, chain smokes and talks to her birds
ADORE: She has BIRDS?
COURTNEY: Yeah man, I told you. WEIRD
ADORE: What are the birds’ names?
COURTNEY: Something in Russian, I dunno. I just call them Boris and Natasha
ADORE: Lol you’re so corny
COURTNEY: I did meet some pretty cool anarchist guys down the block
ADORE: What’s their band called?
COURTNEY: Who said they have a band?
ADORE: What’s their band called, Courtney?
COURTNEY: Pussy Whisper
ADORE: LOLOLOLOL
-
COURTNEY: Okay, so...this is going to shock you…
ADORE: ???
COURTNEY: The Pussy Whisper dudes?
ADORE: Oh jeez, what?
COURTNEY: They’re gross
ADORE: Yeah, no shit
COURTNEY: i just really liked what Tristan had to say about late stage capitalism
ADORE: Right
COURTNEY: And Grant said I was smart
ADORE: Well, that was your first clue
COURTNEY: HEY!!!
ADORE: Lol, not because you’re not. Because dudes in a band called “Pussy Whisper” that call you smart are up to some no-good shit
COURTNEY: Right. Ugh
ADORE: Bird lady still a fucking weirdo?
COURTNEY: Yeah. Although she did take me to a yoga class this morning, so that was nice. She’s actually maybe not the most vile person on the planet
ADORE: Awww, look at you, falling in love
COURTNEY: Shut up
-
Once Courtney got over her initial resistance, she had to admit that Berkely was somewhat cool. Certainly more her speed than the bland suburban wasteland she was used to. She spent most of her days wandering around used book stores, head shops, or combing through racks of cute vintage dresses. One afternoon, sunbathing in the backyard of her dad’s apartment building (which was a converted Victorian house that she also had to regretfully admit was pretty charming), she made friends with a very affectionate marmalade-colored kitten. Turned out, the cat belonged to their downstairs neighbor, and soon Courtney found herself fully enchanted with the older woman.
COURTNEY: Okay I found a much better new friend than the PW boys. She’s our downstairs neighbor and she’s like 70 and so cool. She has pink hair and all her clothes are made of hemp. She’s gonna take me to an Iraq War protest on Saturday.
ADORE: Oh jeez. You’re gonna come back with white person dreads, aren’t you?
COURTNEY: lol it’s a nice look
ADORE: IT IS NOT
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ADORE: Abortion should be legal until the kids are like...12 years old, at least
COURTNEY: Campers getting on your nerves?
ADORE: If I snap, will you visit me in prison?
COURTNEY: Of course! I’ll bake a nail file into a cake for you and everything. XOXO
ADORE: Good cake or some bay area bullshit?
COURTNEY: Gluten free agave-sweetened carob cake, courtesy of Patsy
ADORE: Fuck off
COURTNEY: Don’t insult Patsy. She’s been protesting since Vietnam, she’s awesome.
-
ADORE: HEY CHEERLEADER THIS IS WILLAM! YOU’RE A SLUT AND WE MISS YOU!
ADORE: AND I’M VERY DISAPPOINTED THAT YOU DIDN’T FUCK THE PUSSY WHISPERERS
COURTNEY: Sorry bunny
ADORE: He’s high
COURTNEY: And you?
ADORE: Meeee? Whaaaaaat?
ADORE: Yes lol
COURTNEY: Lol, have fun
-
COURTNEY: Would it be really bad if I liked Katya?
ADORE: Omg are you gonna start calling her Mommy?
COURTNEY: Shut up!
COURTNEY: But seriously...it would be like, disloyal to my mom if I liked her, right?
ADORE: Are you gonna start adopting birds?
COURTNEY: No, I just think she’s kind of funny sometimes. I’m a terrible daughter
ADORE: Well, your mom IS the one who sent you up there for the summer. So…
COURTNEY: True
-
ADORE: So. Something happened last night that was...uh…
ADORE: Very
ADORE: ...
COURTNEY: ???
ADORE: Give me a minute...I’m processing...
COURTNEY: Tell me!
ADORE: Well, we started in Violet’s basement, drinking, and I’m not sure how but somehow it ended up being like 10 people
COURTNEY: Aww, was Violet sad I wasn’t there? Did she cry?
ADORE: lol, totally
COURTNEY: So what happened???
ADORE: Yeah, so...I went out to the backyard to smoke and Trin came and like...I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but I think I made out with her
COURTNEY: WHOA
ADORE: Yeah
COURTNEY: Is she gay???
ADORE: No, definitely not. We were just like, drunk and high
COURTNEY: Is everything cool between you??
ADORE: Yeah, I think so. We were laughing about it this morning. But like, I still feel a little bad.
COURTNEY: Why do you feel bad?
ADORE: I mean, I dunno. I don’t want people to think that I’m like, some predatory asshole, you know?
COURTNEY: No one would think that
ADORE: My track record might disagree
COURTNEY: The only thing your track record shows is you’re a ho
ADORE: WOW
COURTNEY: I WAS KIDDING!!!!
ADORE: lol, I know
COURTNEY: XOXOXOXO
-
As much as Courtney tried, and as much as she made her peace with her summer surroundings, by the time August rolled around, she began to get increasingly homesick. Missing her mom, her bedroom, even Grandma Muriel. But especially, missing Adore.
COURTNEY: I really miss you
COURTNEY: Like so much
ADORE: Me too
COURTNEY: No like SO much
ADORE: Are you high?
COURTNEY: No, are you?
ADORE: A little lol
COURTNEY: I’m not high. I just love you.
ADORE: Aww, thanks babe
-
“DORY!!” Courtney squealed, practically leaping from her car the second she pulled into the driveway. She’d texted Adore from her last stop for gas, but she was thrilled to see her best friend actually waiting for her.
She wrapped Adore into a tight hug, her excitement causing her to pepper Adore’s entire face with wet kisses.
“Hi, okay, stop it,” Adore giggled. “Nice car, by the way.”
“Oh yeah, I know, it’s pretty great. Peter gets a gold star for that one.” Courtney glanced back at the car, her dad’s old Honda Accord, shaking her new bangs out of her face. He’d surprised her with the keys just last week, and it had almost made her forgive him for leaving in the first place...almost. “It was kind of scary to do that whole drive alone, though. I’m very thankful to have made it in one piece.”
“Me too,” Adore said, with a grin that told Courtney she was home. “Now that you’re back, it’s gonna be a fuckin’ party.”
Courtney laid a head on her shoulder, sighing happily.
“You’re going to Darienne’s goodbye party on Wednesday, right?”
“Yeah, of course. Omigod! Dory! I wanted to make those peanut butter cupcakes that she loves, but you know I’m just absolute shit at decorating, can you help?”
“What on earth makes you think I’d be good at cupcake decorating?” Adore laughed.
“I dunno, you’re better at art than me,” Courtney said. “Plus, it’ll just be more fun with you.”
Adore pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Count me in.”
-
School was going to be starting back up soon, and as Adore looked around the party at her friends, she couldn’t help but feel a little ambivalent. Summer had just been so nice, and having that small taste of freedom made her long to be done with school altogether.
Tonight, there was a big group at Pearl’s house--her usual friends as well as a bunch of the neighborhood kids, enjoying the pool and the warm evening air. Violet, Fame and Trinity lounged in the hot tub with April, watching the sun set. Pearl was standing at the grill, living her butch fantasy as she cooked up food for her guests, swatting Bob away with as he peered over her shoulder, trying to “help.”
It was a little bittersweet--Darienne had already left for Pepperdine a few weeks earlier, and Jamin for Cal Poly. Even though they weren’t as close as they used to be, it still felt strange, somehow, for them to be missing. Hell, it was even weird for Alyssa to be gone, the loudmouth head cheerleader now torturing people at UC San Diego, probably already sorority president.
A handful of people were dancing, including Courtney and Willam, twirling until they were dizzy and laughing.
“Ugh, I don’t want school to start!” Willam suddenly whined, reflecting Adore’s feelings exactly.
“I know, but this year we’re coming back as seniors, and we’re gonna rule the school,” Courtney said, imitating the line from Grease perfectly.
“Oh really? You think you’re Rizzo?” Adore challenged her.
“Why can’t I be Rizzo?” she demanded.
“Bitch, you are Sandy and you know it,” Adore laughed, grabbing a beer and sitting down on the back steps.
“I can be Rizzo if I want! Fuck you!”
“Yeah, lesbian! How dare you put cheerleader in a box! She can be whatever she wants!” Willam cried.
“That's right,” Courtney added, “I mean, I did spend all summer hanging out with a prostitute. What did you do? Day Camp?”
“I was a counselor,” Adore replied, laughing. She reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle. “Here, have another drink. And I thought Katya was a stripper, not a prostitute.”
“You don't know her. It's a very blurry line,” Courtney explained, taking the offered wine cooler.
Willam grabbed Courtney’s hand and pulled her away, spinning her around and around. “Less talking, more dancing!”
Adore shook her head, watching them with a smile, lighting up a joint. Roy sat down beside her--the last of his class, since UCLA didn’t start for a few more weeks.
“Hey, Delano. How ya doing, man?”
“Good...bro.”
Roy flashed some dimples at her, then just sat for a minute, unusually quiet, as they both watched their friends dancing like fools. Willam dipped Courtney low to the ground and she shrieked and giggled.
“God, she’s so fucking beautiful,” he said.
Adore wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. She nodded, leaning against the banister and sighing slightly.
When Roy spoke again, it was quiet. “I know, you know. How lucky I am.”
Adore looked at him, considering her reply. Finally, she just nodded and said, “Good.”
Roy gave her another smile.
“Make sure she stays outta trouble while I’m away.”
“I think I’m probably the least qualified person for that job,” Adore laughed, then held out the joint.
“Thanks, I’m cool.”
“Debatable,” Adore retorted, taking another hit.
Roy shook his head, chuckling.
“I’m gonna miss you too, Delano.”
“Aww...shut up.”
-
On the first day of their senior year, Courtney and Adore walked out of their fourth period economics class together, giggling over Laganja’s unfortunate new haircut.
“I feel bad for saying so, but it’s just so...”
“Hideous?” Adore supplied, and Courtney giggled some more.
“Yeah. Poor thing. Although it’s hard to say whether her hair is more or less tragic than Mr. Sutton’s awkwardness. He’s like a baby deer.”
“I know! But like, imagine trying to get the respect of students who are pretty much your age,” Adore laughed.
“How old do you think he is, anyway?”
“Uh, I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure he graduated with Kim and Angie. I think I remember him from when Angie did show choir.”
Courtney grabbed onto Adore’s arm, eyes wide.
“Omigod, you’re right! I knew he looked familiar!” she exclaimed.
It wasn’t until they were halfway down the hill that Adore noticed Courtney still walking with her. She hadn’t split off to go sit with the neighborhood kids like past years, simply walked beside her towards the oak tree, where Trinity and Willam already sat, sword-fighting with breadsticks.
“Are you...planning to join us?” Adore asked curiously, and Courtney bit her lip.
“Is that okay? I mean...it’s just a little weird without Roy and Darienne, so I thought…you can say no if-”
“Of course it’s okay!” Adore pulled her in for a side hug. “Everyone loves you, you know that.”
“Everyone?” Courtney asked, one eyebrow nearly to her hairline.
“Almost everyone.” Adore smiled ruefully. “And anyway, I want you here, so she can just deal with it.”
As it turned out, Adore was right. Everyone welcomed Courtney enthusiastically with open arms. And even Violet was unusually cool about it, containing her disapproval to some muttered asides to Fame, who promptly thumped her on the shoulder every time, akin to bopping a puppy on the nose with a newspaper.
Courtney didn’t seem to mind either way, cheerfully trading barbs with Willam and letting Fame “fix” her eyebrows, which were deemed “just too pale.”
“Are your pubes blonde, too?” Willam asked curiously, and Trinity began choking on her sandwich from laughter.
“Gross,” Courtney said, wrinkling her nose.
“Actually, are they? I’m kind of curious,” Trinity said.
“Come on, cheerleader, just tell us!” Willam urged.
“You know, I quit cheerleading almost a year ago,” Courtney said.
“So?”
“He still calls me ‘New Girl,’” Pearl explained.
“Why are you stalling? Show! Me! Your! Pussy! Hairs!” Willam said, and Fame put her whole head in her hands, letting out a horrified groan before going back to Courtney’s eyebrows.
“Careful, Bill, or you might get what you wish for,” Courtney sang, staring him down. “You really wanna see my pussy?”
“Uhh...no. Well, maybe...but no. Or…” Willam’s brow furrowed.
“Shit, you broke his little gay brain,” Pearl said, laughing.
“Omigod, that’s so much better!” Fame sat back on her heels, holding up a compact so that Courtney could see her new defined eyebrows.
“Oh wow, that is better! Thank you!”
After snapping the compact shut and handing it back to Fame, Courtney caught Adore’s eye, both of their faces melting into a grin. As Adore buried her smile into her sandwich, she couldn’t help but think about what a change it was from last year.
Maybe a sign of good things to come...or maybe the calm before the storm.
#rpdr fanfiction#tree house kisses#scorpio#veronica#adorney#adore delano#courtney act#bianca del rio#bitney#willam belli#miss fame#lesbian au#high school au#angst#fluff
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if you sent any asks (recommendations for things don’t count as I have to look around!) since october 17 until october 22 it is in here :)
anon said: The header for your askbox response post is *aesthetic*. I think it’s a really good idea to post one every few days if you have the time. ❤️
well, thANK YOUUUUU!!!!! I put in a whopping 10 minutes into it because I had no idea what I was doing! i’ll definitely be doing asks this way now though.
big dick kiri anon said: !!!!!! ILY HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY PLS HYDRATE 💙💙❤️❤️ -bigdickkiri
Omg love! Please don’t worry about kinktober just breathe! Take your time and try to relax 💙❤️- bigdickkiri
DAMN, that is a LOT. Please look after yourself and don't stress about it love!! - bigdickkiri
I'm very excited. BUT PLEASE LOOK AFTER YOURSELF, DO NOT FORCE ANY OF THIS OMG - bigdickkiri
AHH, AMAZING, TALENTED SWEETHEART, GORGEOUS LOVE, HAVE A INCREDIBLE DAY AND HYDRATE - bigdickkiri
I believe I did have a good day, and I am actually super bad at hydrating, buT ILL TRY TO GET BETTER!!!!
I am breathing!!!! JUSTTT BREATHEEEE!!! I am taking my time now and relaxing to the best of my ability :D thank you so much bdk I love you with all my soul
theres always a lot, but if im not doing a lot I dont do anything so on one hand.... it’s okay LMAO but I will continue to try and not stress :D
BDK I WOULD NEVER WANT TO MAKE YOU THINK IM FORCING THIS OUT OF MEEEE ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE YOU PROUD
GHSOGHJIAORGJRGIRAHG YOURE AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, TERRIFIC, INCREDIBLE!!!!!!! YOU HYDRATE AND MAKE SURE YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU
@bread-theduck said: We love you and support you ❤ dont push yourself, your mental health is so much more important that kinktober haha. Take all the time you need, we're right here and open if you wanna talk~
I don’t really try to push myself... it just happens subconsciously D: but thank you for the love and support!!!! my mental health is stronger than I give it credit though
anon said: listen! we all appreciate you and your writing dearly but! I think we can all agree that we want you to be okay mentally and physically before you make yourself write! kinktober can wait! you’re more important!! at the very least, pls take a break for tonight.
I honestly can’t even remember when i said I was tired, but thank you for your kind words regardless!!!! I am trying to get better at it because i don’t want to disappoint you guys D:
@saintbullet said: Please take care of yourself!!! DONT risk your health for writing. We care about you so much! Be careful 💕💕💕
I know I push myself a lot, and i’m really sorry for scaring you all!!!! I am trying though, and it just has a lot to do with my mental fatigue and that im judging some hard classes right now then it has to do with anything
anon said: hey it'll be alright! idk whats wrong but i promise everything will work out like its supposed to! you just take care of yourself and take as much time as you need to feel better!! we love u!! ♥️
It wAS MY PERIOD I REMEMBER NOW AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOO WITH ALL THE LOVE MY HEART POSSES!!!!!!
anon said: periods can be a pain so pls take care of yourself!! drink lots of water and rest up!!!
my period is the worst, if she was a person i’d block her and avoid her irl!!!!!!!!
anon said: Lol ok so gay for Mina anon back and no, I was not the anon who requested it. But lmao, let me take this time to whole heartedly thank that anon for quenching my thirst anyways
oh whoops, sorry for thinking you were someone else D: iM GLAD TO SEE THAT YOU WERE HAPPY WITH IT!!! READER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BAD GUY BUT I COULDN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE IT WORK LMAO
anon said: I am just planning on hanging out and reading all the lovely writing that comes from this
i’m pretty sure this is about my nsfw/sfw headcanons, and honestly im sooo very excited to start working on them!!!!!!!!
anon said: you have no idea how happy I got when I saw u posted for mina like UGH MY WIFE I LOVE HER SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺 N GIVING US GAYS AMAZING CONTENT UR AMAZING MWAH MWAH KEEP BEING THE PERFECT ANGEL U ARE 🥺🥺💞💗💖💕💓💝
AHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT MINA IS LIKE MY FAV CLASS 1-A GIRL SO I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHH YOURE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU AND YOURE AN ANGEL!!!!!!!
many a anons said: Sorry I didn’t see the part where you said not to request characters that were already on the list I thought that was the list of character we could vote for.
so sorry I accidentally sent a character in that has already been requested, Tumblr didn't show me the follow up posts ;;
nooo I didn’t see the list I’m so sorry 😭😭😭
LOL ITS OKAYYYY. y’all were hoes and kept sending me shouto who I couldn’t even think about deleting from my list... so... you are lucky >:(
anon said: hello! not a request here but take care of yourself anc stay hydrated bb 🥰🥰
I got my water right next to me rn bby :D
anon said: be todoroki’s girlfriend
bitch I am todorokis WIFE, why would I need to dress up???
@girl-with-a-mentality said: You can be todoroni for Halloween.
....you right...
anon said: Thirst post infoo ;3 I found a doujinshi of Bakugo being teased and toyed with sexually with by Ochako, Yaomomo, and our lovely momma Mina
...send it
anon said: GIRLLLLLL
ANONNNNNNNNNNNNN ;)
local dumbass anon said: local dumbass is here once again, i thiink you know who i am and might've found my ig buuuuuut..?
uh.... I don’t know???????? I only followed people on insta if you gave me your handle or followed me first.... also did you cut your bangs?
anon said: Your Monoma scenario was really good!If we’re being honest, though, Monoma would literally start foaming at the mouth if he saw anyone from 1-A making physical contact with his s/o, ESPECIALLY Bakugou. They would have to call animal control because there would be a rabid Monoma in the dorms lol
okay... while you’re not wrong, I just thought 18 year old monoma should have grown up just the tiniest bit! plus his obsession is controlled because of his insecurity so LMAO IDK I JUST THOUGHT MAYBE UGH
@awkward-theaterkid said: I was reading your Day 19 Fic but I couldnt take it seriously, the title "My Way" kept reminding me of the Backstreet Boys "I want it that way" and it keeps popping up while I read it 😂
as someone who only heard that song because of b99 I read this and immediately thought of b99 LMAOOOOO
🍒💥anon said: URGENT PSA: LYSSA IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND I LOVE HER -🍒💥
Hello Queen Lyssa, I finally read "And They Were Roommates" and have absolutely no idea why I put it off so long! ITS A MASTERPIECE. Each chapter is addictive and the slow burn and angst destroyed me 😭 The smut in the final chapter is flawless and sooooooooooooooooooo H O T. Shoto wasnt even my favorite character but he might have to be now (or at least in my top 3) 😰 This is my new favorite series and I cant wait to re-read it!!!! YOURE AMAZING AND ILY. You own my soul now -🍒💥
URGENT PSA I LOVE YOU CHERRY EXPLOSION AND YOURE AMAZING :D
ATWR holds a special place in my heart uwu.... HAOGHIOSRGSIOGJSIHG THANK YOU!!!!! SHOUTO IS AN AMAZING CHARACTER WHO I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEARRTTTTTT
~ thank you to @didyoumeanme, @kittenlordofdarkness, @soafers for submitting memes and animal pics for my rommate, much appreciated :D ~
anon said: Did the local dumbass anon ever cut their bangs? Do you know?
....I dont know, but I just asked her rn >:)
this paragraph is dedicated to those surrounding to the meltdown mess that occurred yesterday. to each and every one of you who sent me kind words via my askbox or directly contacting me, thank you. I really want to move past this because I feel by holding on it will make me feel less inclined to write because of my guilt. of course, I do not expect you to forgive me, or trust me in my story of how it went down, because at the end of the day it was my mistake for trusting in someone to write with pure intentions when I didn’t know if she could. im trying to continue on with my best foot forward and im grateful for those of you who trusted in me. I swear I will never push myself again, and that I will instead take my time in order to publish my original work and only my original work and not take anything that comes from a “friend”. know that I love you all, and I dont know how to take it easy so my break lasted a whooping 10 hours, and my blog won’t discontinue until im done with bnha or...I get into medschool which is still 3 years away, I am taking care of myself, im staying hydrated, im trying not to put myself down anymore, I will keep going, & will forever continue to be more careful with what I post. also, no one was really coming for me, so don’t worry if you thought so lol.
(to you 9 anons who expressed their kind thoughts to me, thank you. to big dick kiri anon thank you. to @bqkubabey, @flayvus, & @ultimate-shit-poster thank you so so much you really helped me not drown myself in my own guilt.)
anon said: i hope you’re feeling okay today :((
I am feeling a lot better. unfortuantely I did make myself really sick yesterday because ive never been as stressed in my life ever, but im okay now. there’s nothing I can do more for what happened so I will try to continue on as best as I can and I appreciate you caring... ilysm :)
@ikinabi said: Your writing??? Actually god sent 🥵👌 and the way you write Mirio gets me GOING
BAHAHAH NOOOOO ITS NOT PLAFUAOGHJIPRAHAR MY MIRIO PIECE YOU LIKED WAS MY FIRST PIECE ON HIM AND OOO BOY I DID NOT DO HIM JUSTICE
anon said: fuck buddy iida is a thought that has never crossed my mind but now that i’ve seen your post i am intrigued haha
well... it is up :) if you wanna check her out :)
anon said: You dont have to answer if you dont wanna but i just wanna see if your okay. I hope your end your doing well and not stressing.
i’m doing much better than I was yesterday!!! I just needed to rest and calm down and stop attacking myself. thank you for checking in!!! it means so much :,)
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Mindless Cuddling - Jisung x Reader
A/N: This was requested by an anon but I write for both NCT and Stray Kids and they didn’t specify which Jisung to do it with so I panicked and have decided to do it for both of them
Request: “Could you do like super fluffy fluff where you and jisung are cuddling and he gives u little kisses all over your face please??”
Genre: Fluff without a Plot
Park Jisung:
You were lying in bed late at night scrolling through your phone when the screen went dark and up popped Jisung’s contact. You smiled happily and quickly answered the call, grateful to have your boyfriend to talk to.
“Y/NNNNNNN” Jisung whined loudly through the phone
“Woah, what is it?” you asked, blinking at his sudden outburst
“Renjun, Jeno, and Jaemin left me to go do ‘adult stuff’ just to make fun of me and Haechan is out with 127, I’m lonelyyy”
“What about Chenle?”
“He doesn’t live at the dorm, remember?”
“Agh, Jisung-ah it’s so late, what do you want me to do about it?”
“Please come overrr, I’m bored,” he said, using the cuteness in his voice that he knew he had against you
You rolled your eyes jokingly, telling him you’d be there soon and then hanging up. You sat in bed for a few seconds before actually getting up and throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, not bothering to get a jumper despite the freezing weather outside, knowing full well that you’d end up stealing one of Jisung’s hoodies anyways.
You finally made it to the Dreamies dorm and found Jisung sitting cross-legged on the couch, a pout adorning his cute face. His face instantly lit up when he saw you and you couldn’t help but crack a big smile back at just how adorable your boyfriend was.
You went to go sit on the couch next to him and immediately you got enveloped in Jisung’s long arms, being pulled back into his body.
“Agh, why are you so big?” You asked, squirming around, trying to get comfortable
“Why are you so small?” He asked back, smiling
“Please, you’re the one that’s the youngest member of your group but almost the tallest, if anyone here is the wrong size, it’s you”
“Pfft, whatever, just come here, I’m cold,” He said, latching onto you tighter
“Nooooo not yet, I need to get one of your hoodies first”
“You can have mine,” he said, voice muffled by his hoodie that he was already taking off
“But then you’ll get even colder.”
“You’ll just have to keep me warm then” He mumbled cutely, his face becoming a bit red
You blushed but put on Jisung’s hoodie anyways and leaned back into him, enjoying his presence and the warmth his large body gave off. Jisung looked down at you and smiled warmly, thinking about how lucky he was to have you.
“Can you face me?” he asked
“Hm? Why?” You asked back, turning around to face him anyway.
Without saying anything else, Jisung leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead, earning a rather deep red blush from you. He leaned back and smiled at you, going in and kissing you on the cheek right after, then on the other cheek. Soon Jisung was peppering little kisses all over your face.
“Jisung!” You said, startled
“Mhmm?” He hummed, still delivering small kisses to your entire face
“You’re too much...” You said, trying not to blush anymore then you already were
“I know,” He said mischievously, a cheeky smile on his face
“Really, I love you” you smiled, moving you face so his lips met yours in a little peck
Jisung’s eyes widened and he stared at you in shock with his mouth agape. Now it was his turn to blush uncontrollably.
“Oh-...uh...I...I love you...too. Iloveyoutoo” he said, starting out slowly and then going extremely fast
You laughed at Jisung’s antics and buried your face into his chest once you had both quietened down, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat soon after, Jisung following you and dozing off.
You were both so rudely awoken the next morning by Haechan ‘ooo’-ing at both of you.
“Yah! Hyung, leave us alone” Jisung said, scrunching his nose at the teasing older boy
Han Jisung:
You lay alone on the couch, eyes struggling to stay open. Groggily, you checked the time, seeing that it was almost 4 in the morning. You knew that you needed to go to sleep now but you and your boyfriend hadn’t seen each other since two days ago. Jisung has had to help Bang Chan and Changbin write music and practice choreography with the rest of his group so you had promised him that you’d stay awake until he got back home today.
You were seconds away from falling asleep when you heard the door handle jiggle and the door open to reveal your boyfriend. Your eyes suddenly opened wide again and you ran up to him, enveloping him in a big hug. He smiled widely and wrapped his arms around you too, burying his face into your shoulder.
“I missed you,” He said, voice muffled
“I missed you too Jisung”
He started making his way to the couch in more of a waddle than a walk due to the both of you refusing to let go of each other. He crashed on the soft pillows and held you tightly, smiling warmly.
“How did everything go?” You asked
“Pretty good. I managed to finish a few songs Chan and Changbin hyung had already started and we finished making the choreography for one of them” He said, yawning
“You seem tired” you mumbled, only now just realizing the enormous bags under his eyes.
“Speak for yourself,” He said, pointing at your bags
“But I haven’t been the one constantly working, you deserve more rest”
“Nah, I’d rather spend time with you”
You frown once again and open your mouth to say something before you can though, Jisung pulls you forward and places a little kiss on the tip of your nose, pulling back and smiling cheekily once he sees the obvious blush adorning your cheeks. He immediately goes back in and places one on your forehead, your eyelids and then every single place he can reach on your face, even some on your jawline.
“Jisung...” you say, trying not to sound as flustered as you are
“Yeah?” he asks, still peppering your face with small kisses
You squirm in his arms, fighting back a smile. He finally stops and looks you in the eyes.
“I love you. I love you so much” He says, looking at you sweetly
“I love you too” You blush
He pulls your head into his shoulder, telling you to go to sleep right after. Not having to be told twice you fall asleep, but not before telling him he needs to sleep too. Jisung smiles and once your breathing steadies, he kisses the top of your head, mumbles a little ‘I really do love you’ into your hair and falls asleep.
You’re both so rudely awoken the next morning by your phone ringing, displaying Changbin’s contact name.
“YAH! Y/N! Where’s Jisung? He was supposed to buy us sushi last night because he messed up the choreography!”
You look at Jisung who’s smiling mischievously, placing one finger over his lips, trying to tell you to not tell them that he was at your place.
“He’s over at my place. I’ll keep him hostage. Come collect him quickly” You say, hanging up
“Y/N! That was supposed to be a secret!”
“That’s what you get for sneaking over to my place just so you could avoid buying sushi”
“What?! No, I really came over because I knew you were waiting for me!”
You chuckled at Jisung, knowing that he was telling the truth. Shortly after, you heard a knock at your door and opened it to find Bang Chan. You pulled Jisung towards the door and pushed him out.
“The prisoner’s all yours”
“Thanks, Y/N, We couldn’t have caught him without you,” Chan said, doing a little salute towards you jokingly while he dragged Jisung away
“I though you loved meeee!!!” Jisung yelled back to you to which you laughed at
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