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LOGAN HOWLETT - BROKEN & MENDED
A/N: A new one-shot that I tried to write. It's okay, I guess. So here you go. Also, the title sucks, but... whatever.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader
Featuring: Avengers, Ex!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warning: angst, fluff, implied smut?
Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story has sexual scenes.
Words: 3400+
Important note: I know Wolverine is like 160cm but… I forgot about tha that so, he’s a tall MF. (They kinda fucked that up in some of the movies, so whatever.) So Hugh Jackman!Wolverine
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LOGAN HOWLETT - BROKEN & MENDED
It felt like a dagger went through her heart. Her eyes watched her boyfriend and her best friend kissing in the kitchen. They didn’t know Y/N was there. It seemed that they didn’t care someone would be able to see them. She watched it all with her two eyes. The two people she trusted the most in the entire world broke her heart. How long was this happening? Why was this happening?
The vomit threatened to escape her throat. She was sick to her stomach from the betrayal. Shaking her head, Y/N silently walked away from the scene, heading back to the room she shared with Bucky.
When her eyes landed on the messy bed, she shared with him daily, her stomach flipped. She felt nauseous like never before. How often did he bring Natasha to bed while she was away on a mission? Her feet dragged her to the bathroom, where she ended up vomiting into the toilet.
Y/N stayed on the bathroom floor for another hour, thinking about her next steps. There was no point in crying over spilt milk. Bucky had decided to find peace in other girl’s arms. He had decided to break Y/N’s heart.
Sighing, she slowly got up, washed her face and rinsed her mouth. And then it hit her. How many people knew about this affair? Of course, Steve knew. He had to. He was Bucky’s best friend. Hell, even Sam had to know something.
She fished out a phone from her jeans and texted Tony. He, of all people, would be able to understand her. Once he agreed to see her, she washed her mouth one more time and left for the lab. As expected, Tony was tinkering on one of his suits. There was a big cup of cold coffee on the table that he didn’t drink.
“What’s up, Y/L/N,” Tony asked when he noticed Y/N in the lab. He immediately noticed her body language. Something was off. “What’s going on?”
She sat in an office chair, eyes scanning all the tools scattered around the place. “I need you to do something for me - no questions asked.”
His eyes captured hers, frowning. “Oh no, you can’t pull that card on me. What’s going on? What happened?”
No wonder Y/N wanted a ‘no questions asked’. A few months ago, Tony called Y/N to get him from a club. He was drunk, covered in vomit and upset about something. Y/N didn’t question it. She drove him to the tower, got him to bed, and they never spoke about it again.
Y/N took a deep breath, her lips quivering. She wanted to scream, cry and throw a tantrum like a child. Her heart was breaking some more. “I’m resigning.”
“What?!” Tony jumped on his feet. That statement woke him up. “What do you mean, Y/N? Does Barnes know about that? Are you two planning something? Are you pregnant?”
She shook her head. Damn, that last question got her even more. When did she start to feel the want to have kids with him? “He doesn’t know anything. I need you to accept my resignation and let me silently leave as soon as possible,” she said. “Please.”
Tony wasn’t a fool. He could see the pain in her eyes, how her lips trembled and how she tried to hold it together. Tony was able to put two and two together. Something happened between them - it was over. “Shit,” he shook his head in disbelief. “Holy shit.”
“Please, Tony,” she raised a hand into the air. “I have to do this. If he can’t come clean, I can leave without a word. Two can play this game.”
“But,” he closed the distance and put his hands on the woman’s shoulders. “You can’t leave the Avengers. You are like the little sister I never had. I can kick Barnes’s ass again if you’d like. Say the word and I will detach that damn arm from him.”
Y/N chuckled. It was hard to hold it together and not cry in front of Tony. “We can stay in touch, Stark. Please, don’t make me stay. My heart is broken, shattered into a million pieces. I won’t be able to look them in the eyes-”
“Them?” he interrupted her. “Who’s the woman?”
A tear finally escaped Y/N’s eye. “Natasha,” she whispered.
Tony’s fists clenched. He wanted to curse out loud and throw something into a wall. “I’m sorry,” was all he said to her. “I’m sorry things went to shit like this. Holy fuck, Natasha and Barnes? What the fuck?”
As the dam broke, Tony caught her in his tight embrace and let Y/N cry it out. He wouldn’t do it for anyone but her. As Tony said, Y/N was like his little sister whom he needed to protect. He pushed her away a little to look into her eyes. The pain in them was breaking Tony’s heart.
“Is there anything you need to take?” he asked. “Any photos or personal belongings?”
Y/N thought about it. All the photos she had were with Bucky, Natasha or the team. She didn’t have any family outside the Avengers. Everything she owned had been provided for her.
“No,” she said.
Tony sighed, nodding. “Alright.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and took out a wallet. He gave her a black card. “Take it.”
“What? Tony, no, I can’t,” she shook her head.
“Shut up, Y/N,” he frowned at her. “Take the damn card. I have twenty more. Get yourself a hotel, buy new clothes or a car - whatever the fuck you want. Text me from a new number once you settled down. I want to stay in contact with you even when you are on the other side of the world.”
“Oh, Tony.”
“I’ll let you know how the pandemonium went once they realise you are gone,” he chuckled at that thought. “Are you sure about this, Y/N?” he had to ask.
“I don’t owe Bucky anything - not even a stupid explanation. He decided to cheat behind my back with my best friend. God knows how long this has been going on for. I wouldn’t be surprised if Steve and Sam knew about this. I don’t trust any of them anymore, Tony. I was hurt many times before. This is a new level of pain I’ve never felt before. I thought he was it, you know? And look how it ended.”
“I want to say I understand. However, I don’t,” said Tony. “I’ll miss you, kid.”
. . .
Bucky had a phone pressed to his ear. He was walking around the lounge room like a lion in a cage. He cursed under his nose and redialed Y/N’s number. Steve, Sam and Tony walked into the lounge room, chatting. “Has anyone seen Y/N?” Bucky asked them. “I can’t get hold of her.”
“Have you checked your room?” Sam asked and sat on the couch. He put his feet up on the coffee table. “Or she’s with Natasha.”
“I’ve asked Nat. She hasn’t seen her the whole day,” said Bucky, frowning. He tried to call her again. “She’s not responding to texts. Where the hell is she? Did she go on a solo mission?”
“I don’t know anything about it,” Steve shrugged.
Tony crossed arms over his chest. “She left,” he announced.
All eyes turned to him. “What?” Steve asked. “What do you mean by that? Did Fury give her a solo mission?”
“She left,” Tony repeated sternly. Bucky approached the man, confused. “Barnes, come on, let’s not play this game. You think the woman wouldn’t notice?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Stark?” Bucky spat. “Fuck, Stark, talk. Where the hell is Y/N?”
“Y/N found out about you and Natasha.” Tony’s fists clenched. He wanted to punch Barnes into his face. “How the fuck could you do that to her, Barnes? You didn’t have the balls to tell her the truth, to talk to her. And now, because you betrayed her, she left the tower - the team.”
Steve turned to Bucky, shocked by that revelation. “You and Natasha?” he gasped. “When?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know, Rogers,” Tony scoffed.
“Shit,” Sam commented. “What the fuck, dude?”
Bucky didn’t know what to say first. “When she’ll be back?”
Tony had to laugh. “You think she’s coming back? Come on, Barnes. You broke her heart. You cheated on her with her best friend. She’s never coming back. She left because of you. Also,” he turned to the Captain and the Falcon. “She thinks you two know about the affair.”
Sam jumped up on his feet, visibly pissed. “Whoa,” he glared at Barnes. “I don’t know anything about Barnes fucking Romanoff. What the fuck, Bucky? How could you do that to the best woman you could have ever had?”
“Sam, it’s not that simple-”
“The fuck it is,” Sam yelled at him. “I can’t believe you did that,” he said. “I’m so angry at you.”
“Sam. I… It’s…”
“Go fuck yourself, Barnes,” he punched Bucky into his shoulder and left the lounge room.
Bucky sighed, defeated. When he looked up at Steve, he could see the disappointment in his eyes.
Tony had to chuckle. “This is what happens when you think with your dick and not with your head and heart. This is your own doing.”
. . .
A FEW YEARS LATER
It was a big day. Tony Stark threw a massive engagement party for him and Pepper. He finally had the guts to ask the woman of his dreams to marry her.
He invited over a hundred people. He wanted to celebrate his beautiful fianceé, their love and happiness. Or in other words, another reason why to throw a party. Also, this was the perfect opportunity to see Y/N again.
It was almost two years since she left the team. No one knew anything about her except Tony and Pepper. They kept in touch with her the whole time. The couple knew about her new life, new role and more importantly new love. And now, they invited her to celebrate their engagement. Her new man was also invited.
It was supposed to be a big dinner with music and drinks. Everyone was there - the whole Avengers team, some SHIELD agents and even politicians who had a good relationship with the happy couple. And yet, Tony waited for his favourite person to arrive.
He was standing by the bar, nursing a drink. Tony’s eyes wandered around the place, trying to glimpse Y/N in the crowd. The dinner was about to start, and she still wasn’t there. A hand appeared on his shoulder, striking it lovingly. “Don’t worry. She’ll be here soon,” Pepper said to his ear. “She promised to come.”
He was ready to comment on it when his eyes noticed Y/N walk through the entrance, all dressed up and with a smile plastered over her face. A tall, muscular man stood behind her, helping her with her coat. Tony smiled, glad that Y/N had arrived with her new boyfriend. Tony liked that guy a lot. Same humour, both liked the taste of whisky and they dated amazing women.
“See, she’s here,” said Pepper with a smile. She raised a hand, waving to the couple.
“Are you sure about this?” Y/N heard her boyfriend’s voice close to her ear. “You don’t have to do anythin’ that makes you uncomfortable, baby.”
She turned to him, fixing his black suit. The way Logan was staring at her made her knees weak. His eyes were hungry, she was sure of it. When he saw the dress on her, he had to hold himself back. “I know, Lo’. I’m happy you’ve decided to come with me and be my plus one. Tony likes you a lot, to be honest,” she giggled. “Also, I’m done with my past and am focused on my present, with you.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Come on, Y/N. Your friends are waiting. Nervous?”
“A little bit,” she had to admit.
Logan held her hand proudly. He tried to intimidate people with his glare. Y/N was surprised when she found him dressed in a fancy suit. Yes, it was all black - like he wanted. But damn, he looked sexy.
Together, they walked to Tony and Pepper, greeting them. Y/N hugged them both, while Logan shook hands with Tony and nodded towards Pepper.
“Congratulations, you two,” Y/N said with a smile. “You are finally doing it. I’m so proud of you, Tony. You are growing up,” she teased him.
“How are you holding up?” Pepper asked gently. “How are the kids?” her eyes moved to Logan.
“It’s not easy to teach young mutants,” Logan replied. “They can be a handful, ya know? But they love Y/N.”
Y/N wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist, smiling. “They like all of us. All of them are grateful to have a place to live and feel safe. And, to answer your question, I’m doing good. Am I nervous? Yes. Am I happy? Also yes.”
“I can’t believe you became a teacher in a mutant school,” Tony shook his head in disbelief. “Is it cool that you two are together?” he pointed between the couple. “Isn’t there any strict policy that you cannot date an old man?” he joked.
Logan glared at him. “Hilarious, Stark.”
“Come on, Wolverine. I am just messing around. But seriously, no policy?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “No, nothing like that. Thank god.”
“Last time, it bit you in the ass,” Tony glared at Y/N.
She sighed. “I know, but why make these policies? I know in the end it can hurt the team, but… “ she shook her head, not finishing.
“Out of curiosity, what would you do if you weren’t allowed to date?” Pepper asked.
Logan and Y/N looked at each other. There was a brief silence. “I’d take her to Canada,” he said after some thinking. “We’d buy ourselves a place, somewhere in the mountains.” He could see how her eyes lit up when he mentioned living far away. “Unfortunately, we had decided to stay and teach young mutants. Who knows what will bring us the future.”
Y/N wanted to press a kiss to his lips. But she knew Logan wasn’t fond of PDA. Her mouth opened to tell him how much she loved him.
“Y/N?”
Y/N took a deep breath through her nose. Slowly, she turned to the voice, finding Steve standing behind the couple, surprised to see her. “Hi,” she said cheerfully.
“Wow, you look amazing. I’m glad to see you again,” he nodded, smiling. His eyes moved to the man beside her. Steve observed him - he was tall muscular and a bit scary. He stretched his arm. “I’m Steve Rogers,” he introduced himself.
Logan grabbed his hand, shaking it. “Logan,” he said firmly.
When their hands disconnected, both men turned their eyes on Y/N. “I see you are doing well,” Steve said to Y/N. “It’s been… what, two years?”
“Something like that,” she shrugged. Her eyes moved to Logan. “I’ll quickly go to the bathroom before dinner. I’ll be right back.” Instantly, Logan leaned in and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. Y/N couldn’t believe her boyfriend was affectionate in public. They would leave the PDA behind closed doors. It was sweet.
Y/N walked through the crowd of people, heading to the ladies' room. No one paid her any attention. She registered some celebrities and politicians. Everyone was here for Tonny and Pepper. Y/N opened the door, walked in with a gentle smile and was met with Natasha. The smile was instantly gone. The woman was staring at her reflection in the mirror, fixing her make-up when her eyes landed on Y/N.
Y/N’s eyes widened. Her breath got stuck. As much as she told herself she was ready for this, she wasn’t. “Hi,” she said neutrally and quickly locked herself inside a toilet room.
She heard the entrance door open and closed a few times. Y/N hoped Natasha left. Unfortunately, after she was done and left the toilet, Natasha was leaning against the counter, waiting.
“Hi,” Natasha greeted her, whispering. Her eyes followed Y/N’s every moment. “H-how have you been?”
Y/N sighed. She started to wash her hands. “Do we have to talk?” she asked emotionless.
“Yes, we do. I haven’t seen you in two years. I missed you,” said Natasha.
“You are kidding, right?” Y/N glared at her through the mirror. “How can you say this after what happened? How can you stand there and say those words when you had a thing with my then-boyfriend?” She turned off the water and wiped her hands with paper towels. “I promised myself I would enjoy this evening, celebrate Tony’s engagement and then leave. I guess things never turn out how we want.”
After she was done, Y/N left the bathroom. She was visibly upset. All she wanted was to hide in Logan’s arms, have a meal and leave. How could she believe she’d be able to come here? Why was she still this hurt when she had a wonderful man by her side? Did she…? No. The only thing left was the hurt. Her heart belonged to Logan now. She loved him more than she ever loved anyone.
“Y/N,” Natasha followed her out. “Please, let’s talk. You need to listen to me.”
“I don’t have to do shit, Romanoff.” Fate wasn’t kind to Y/N. When she walked outside, she was met with the one person she hoped to avoid the most. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” she cursed.
Bucky stood before her in a tux. His hair was short, face shaved and smooth. Those blue eyes were wide open as he stared at his ex-girlfriend all dressed up. “Oh my god,” he gasped. “Y/N, you are here.”
“Obviously,” she sighed. “I am Tony’s good friend,” she said. She wanted to walk away from the. Unfortunately, he gently grabbed her by her forearm, stopping her. “Let me go, Barnes.”
“Please, we need to talk. Only for a minute.”
Y/N yanked her arm out of his grip. “There is nothing to talk about. I don’t want to talk to any of you,” her eyes went from him to Natasha and back.
“Yes, there is,” he frowned. “You left without a word.”
She frowned at him. “So? You slept with my best friend behind my back. You cheated on me and didn’t have the balls to be honest with me.” Y/N fixed her dress and straightened her back. “I found you two making out in the damn kitchen. So, no, there is nothing to talk about. I came here to celebrate Tony and Pepper.”
Natasha sighed, upset about it all. Bucky shook his head. “You left, Y/N. For fuck’s sake you left without a word,” he raised his voice.
“That’s all you care about?” she asked. “Barnes, you broke my heart. Do you think I’d stay here after what happened? Do you think I’d be happy to see you two together? Wake up. Both of you.” Y/N turned to Natasha, to see her upset face.
A hand appeared on her shoulder, stroking it gently. Y/N released a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding and calmed down. She smelled Logan’s cologne he used for tonight. “You okay, baby?” he asked, eyes shooting daggers at the supersoldier and the spy.
Y/N strengthened her back. “Logan, meet James Barnes and Natasha Romanoff,” she introduced them. She didn’t need to define who they were and what they did to her. Logan already knew. “They don’t seem to understand that I don’t want to talk to them.”
Logan chuckled. “He seems like a guy who doesn’t understand a lot of things,” his eyes darkened. He was not fond of the man standing before him.
“Excuse me?” Bucky frowned.
“Oh, get a life, bub,” Logan scoffed. “The lady said she doesn’t want to talk to ya. So I suggest you leave her the fuck alone.”
With that, Logan grabbed her hand and walked with her away from the pair. He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing its top. “You okay, sweetheart?”
She nodded. “You know what? Let’s have some food, you know, do a little damage and then leave. I want to be alone with you tonight, sir. We have a hotel room that Tony provided us,” she winked at him.
“That dress needs to go as soon as possible,” Logan purred to her ear. “One hour and then we are gone, princess.”
#Logan Howlett x reader#Logan Howlett x female reader#Wolverine x reader#Wolverine x female reader#Logan Howlett fanfiction#Marvel fanfiction
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The Dorm Leaders as Jojo fans
AN: this is just some silly goofy hc that caters to me specifically.
Riddle Rosehearts
Phantom Blood enjoyer
Started as a manga reader and is rightfully horrified at Dio's actions (if you know you know).
Giorno is his favorite Jojo.
Joseph's wittiness and Caesar's hotheaded personality reminds him a lot of Ace and Deuce.
Was devastated at S1 Ep 19 where they have that breakup arc and in the next episode where...yeah...
Trey can hear his cry of anguish from down the hall.
He does not tolerate part skipper in a "How can you just skip the basic fundamentals of the story?? Blah blah blah" type a way.
Jonathan defender. Doesn't take kindly to people who call Jonathan boring or "Phantom Blood mid".
I'd say that his favorite OP is probably Traitor's Requiem
Doesn't really have time to get caught up so he recently just finished Golden Wind.
Leona Kingscholar
A basic Stardust Crusaders fan
I'm sorry, but he looks like he'd be a part skipper 😭 (I'm still gonna give him the benefit of the doubt)
He's not gonna skip Stone Ocean tho, that's for sure.
Jotaro and Jolyne are his favorite Jojos
I feel like he'd be a Jolyne kinnie due to the fact that they both have parental issues
Doesn't take kindly to people who slander Jolyne
If he doesn't skip parts, I'd say that Kars is his favorite Jojo villain.
Doesn't admit it but he was pretty devastated at the "My name is Emporio" scene and cried silently.
I can see him having Sono Chi no Kioku as his favorite OP or maybe he's a rare Chase enjoyer (Chase is actually a great OP, people are just mean :(( )
Is currently halfway through Steel Ball Run
Y'know he actually shares the same VA as Weather Report in the anime.
Azul Ashengrotto
Heard about it from Idia in the Board Game club when he was making a funny quip about having the upper hand but he didn't get the joke and Idia's like "uh, it's a Jojo reference, dude" and everyone else in the club got the reference.
Rare Jojolion enjoyer
Jodio is actually his favorite Jojo
His favorite character is Kishibe Rohan (no, I will not elaborate).
His favorite villain is Yoshikage Kira
I can see him being a Fighting Gold enjoyer
Jojo poses in private and the twins caught him doing it one day.
Kalim Al-Asim
Makes Jamil sit down and watch with him.
His favorite part is either Battle Tendency or Diamond is Unbreakable
Josuke is his favorite Jojo
Likes Joseph too, but he cheated on Suzie Q so that takes away some of the points. But at the same time Joseph cheating gives us Josuke, and he really likes Josuke so...yeah
Cried like a bitch during S1 Ep 20 (same)
I don't see him actually liking any of the villains but if he had to pick a favorite I'd say he'd pick Diavolo
When the ED of Golden Wind came on, Jamil covered Kalim's ears so fast. Toniiiiight~ I need your boooody~
Likes Great Days
Bonus: Jamil is a Golden Wind fan, his favorite character is Pannacotta Fugo and he actually reads Purple Haze Feedback (and cried).
Vil Shoenheit
Stone Ocean enjoyer, both the part and the OP
He also really likes the aesthetics of Golden Wind
Jolyne defender #2
Doesn't trust people who don't like Jolyne and sees it as an immediate red flag (same).
Pucci is his favorite villain.
I'd say his favorite character is Lisa Lisa. I feel like he's either aspiring to be like her or "god she is so me fr"
Trish kinnie (idk, to me specifically he kinda reminds me of her)
He reads the manga but hasn't had the time to get caught up.
He needs to know why or how Araki never ages in any of the pictures of him.
Idia Shroud
Manga reader and is caught up to the recent chapters
His favorite part is Steel Ball Run
Johnny kinnie
Doesn't tolerate part skipper but in an elitist gatekeepy type of way
Sings Sono Chi no Sadame on top of his lungs in his room.
Would never admit it but he had the cringy "Ora Ora Muda Muda Kono Dio da!" Phase (it's a Canon event almost every Jojo fan has to go through).
The kind of Jojo fan I do not want to interact with. Ever. (Mf is canonically insufferable to talk to irl)
Idk he just gives me the annoying SBR fan vibes.
He actually shares the same VA as Baoh in Jojo ASBR
Malleus Draconia
Phantom Blood Enthusiast
Finishes Phantom Blood and was like that clip of Clone High Gandhi where he's just like "wow...I- I need a minute to think about this..." And doesn't touch the series for a while. I don't think he knows that there are more parts.
I feel like the only Jojo media he watched is the old Phantom Blood OVA that is now considered a lost media.
Lilia finds him sulking in his room and when he asks him what's wrong, he just replies "Jonathan and Erina deserves happiness" and doesn't say any more than that.
Number one JonaEri shipper. If JonaEri has a million fans, he is one of them. If JonaEri has one fan, he is the one. If JonaEri has zero fans, he's already dead.
Enjoys Dio as a villain.
Loves the old OVAs
Feel free to add more or if you'd like to disagree, I'm open for discussion.
#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland hcs#twisted wonderland headcanons#twst hcs#twst headcanons#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#kalim al asim#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#malleus draconia
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𝐌𝐲 (𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥. 𝟒 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
I’m putting them under the cut not only because they might be long but also so those who don’t care abt this can scroll. SKSK. (and also because I’ll be using images)
also if you wanna see my “real time” reactions i have a thought dump post.
anyways i’m not a theorist or someone smart enough to analyse anything i just have a lotta thoughts.
To start, I really enjoy the inclusion of the creation story from the bible— and how it confirms that Gabriel’s been here from the START. Man honestly said “if you want something done, hit it at the source.” And ofc we have the signature forbidden fruit event, and Eve becoming painfully aware of “the man in the sky.” Tbh I just love any edition with Gabriel because he’s literally the root of everyone’s problems so I want more of him.
I also really love the background that we get for Thatcher, and the BPS crew. Thatcher’s life after Ruth’s death, the melancholy and SADNESS he’s feeling— all the while alternates are invading his home as well as impersonating him. As for the BPS crew, i love how they were just a couple of high school kids who formed a club, yet were not prepared for the actual demons adam was exposing them to. (and come to find out that Adam may be an alternate himself? or SOME OTHER ENTITY? ever since the age of 4?? man)
let me spin back to thatcher real quick because his letter to ruth had me SOBBING. and CRYING. he was so scared, and that got her killed. and even his alternate is taunting him (with his face i might add) like “alive or dead you serve no purpose.” god.
Adam’s memorial video for Jonah was so goofy but also the edited in(?) scenes were pretty inch resting. I’m intrigued about the drawing of the preacher?? the messenger?? im a fake fan i barely know these alternate names. but i wanna know who drew that and what they wrote beside it. Also Adam my sweet boy adding “rate 5 stars and subscribe” was FOUL.
Anyways on to my most jarring experience from this video because I am. FLOORED. Face studio. Face Studio 2. Where the hell is the first one, and how the hell did alternates learn to code.
they’re sitting at their little desktops kicking their feet and twirling their stolen hair as pick which face mask to put on.
but then it transitions to footage of lynn’s home with an alternates face speaking on screen. and if i heard everything correctly, it was like:
“a thriving society of followers of the true saviour. his entangled (?) limbs danced around my bedroom. i held my breath. and waited for it to stop. i was too scared.”
but it glitched out after that, plus i could barely make anything out. anyways i think this is cryptic is cool.
then the moment that everyone and their MOTHER was talking about is dave’s encounter with gabriel 🫶this entity literally SPLIT THE HEAVEN’S AND DAVE’S MENTAL STABILITY IN HALF. (rip dave. i’ll box alex logan paul style and avenge you /j )
he just wants to talk about his car’s extended warranty <3
i hate the fact that this mf is stanley. why couldnt stanley have just been a silly little rubber band man. nah but i love how, even though the previous images were just a photoshop choice alex made for scare factor; i love the thought that his face looks different each time you see him being a result of his “contorted flesh and broken bones.” but please somebody get this man a friend so he stops stealing people’s children.
also his conversation with Adam really has me thinking more than i’d like to admit. and has me wondering if adam is already an alternate, and if he is: how long has he been one? it’d be interesting if a drastic change like that was happening to the children the intruder abducts (unless its an adam specific thing). but then his images being shown at the end make me question that. SKSKS.
i dont even KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS. HGGGGGGG. and adam’s photos presumably to be uploaded onto Face Studio being shown right afterwards? man.
an already cataclysmic situation is about to become an intergalactic problem 🫶
also;
remembrance. the action of remembering something. the action of remembering the dead, especially in a ceremony. a memory or recollection.
correspondence. a close similarity, connection, or equivalence. communication by exchanging letters with
malignance. the quality of being malign. (evil in nature or effect; malevolent.)
these three words appeared in pretty distinct spots so i think thats cool. i love alex’s usages of SAT words SKSKSSK
ANYWAYS. THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS. i really enjoyed Vol. 4, and was glad to get some more information on the world Alex’s creating <3 (as well as the buildup to the climax?) anyways ty for coming to my rambling. 🫶
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all or nothing episode 7: stream of consciousness comments
-put your eyelashes AWAY mikel...and that smile while you’re at it
-the boys talking about who has boris johnson’s number i s2g
-why is granit so hot? he lights up like every scene he’s in even if he’s just sitting there? gjdgjdjgsg
-oh dear lord what am i seeing on that laptop screen...
-UHHH HELLO BOYFRIENDS FLIRTING...MIKEL ROASTING GRANIT FOR HIS CARDS AND GRANIT IS SITTING THERE LAUGHING...they are Perfect for each other i literally just cannot
-and granit gives him such a loving look during it
-and you can TELL mikel doesn’t give a fuck about his bad discipline lmaooooo
-angry granit yelling
-oooh mikel angry at the half and we haven’t had any obscenities yet...let’s see
-also now aaron not getting a clean sheet makes me Extra sad
-”fucking shit 45 minutes man we can’t come play like this year!” YES GRANIT YES...CAPTAIN GRANIT “WE KNEW WHAT WE HAD TO DO! fuck me, the first action, they have the throw in, put the fucking ball away!” god this is so hot and he’s like little mini mikel
-it seems like they all just sit there and take him yelling at them?
-omg mikel is TINY and his butt is so...[censored] while yelling at them? this scene is a dream
-mikel: “we deserve to be slapped on the face” (slaps his own face) O RLY mikel....god that was one of my fav things he ever said in a press conference, telling on yourself much mikel?
-mikel can’t park a fucking car to save his life omg
-mikel saying that after the palace game he was like....kind to the boys bc they just needed to be together? OMG
-granit caring for kt...
-mikel says the boys have given him reason to trust them 🥺
-”we’re gonna play with balls out, guys. balls out.”
-man nuno really is so fucking beautiful lol
-OMG MO ELNENY we do not deserve him...love his sunshiney honesty here
-OH FUCK IT’S THE LIGHTBULB SPEECH
-cedric’s FACE he’s like what the FUCK is this mf doing now
-”Because what happens when we play connected, guys? What is the next thing that happens? That we connect with 60,000 people that creates more energy, because at the end is electricity, that through heat creates light and life, because if not, it would be fucking dark, if this guy wouldn’t have the idea to do that.” omg mikel......i have no words for u
-imagine after all that u go fuck up this game! come on guys!
-omg martin looking so defeated is breaking my whole heart
-”i have too many emotions. look at me please when i talk.” omg mikel put that *** energy AWAY mr cincuenta shades of grey
-sad granit with his sweaty curls and big beautiful eyes....
“okay guys after the game i didn’t want to talk to you, i am sure i was going to say something that i was going to regret.” *cracks knuckles* “but i tell you today it was a fucking disaster.”
-bro in this briefing room speech i can like. legit tell how much mikel loves this club? i’m getting emotional i can’t explain he REALLY wants them to do well and cares about the players
-he’s also so tiny have i mentioned this before
-mo advising frustrated young players is a concept i didn’t realize i needed
-airpods albert and eddie 🥺
-OMG THE LITTLE KID SENDING B SOME MONEY...omg and then he meets him? CRYING rn
-this is one of the sweetest things i’ve ever seen!!!!!!! like literally i am crying
-i swear profane mikel is making me Feel things
-me screaming at eddie’s goal!
-and me getting CHILLS at babey b’s penalty (lmao the true AoN experience...feeling these emotions like the first time)
-emile is so sweet and soft spoken
-this episode is so quietly feel good?
-omg the way they’re taking care of mo during ramadan, also wait he and raketa have weirdly similar scars/birthmarks
-”i never saw someone give everything, work very hard, and they don’t get the reward” oh mo, sweet summer child...
-NOT ME RELIVING THE MAN UTD GAME AND GRANIT’S GOAL ALL OVER AGAIN
-XHAKARTETA HUG XHAKARTETA HUG
-mikel looks so fresh faced and happy post game...before everything fell apart...I almost feel like he has yet to recover from the nld you know
-ONLY ONE MORE EPISODE LEFT? NOOOOOOO.....
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Meh they didn't get nominated today, well that's fine it was Seventeen vs Aespa (stans are already unbearable like didn't they win two times in a row? Be fucking positive for once damn, can't have shit in this fandom). I haven't listened to Nicole's album but I know the single, between her and Sunny coming back as well. It's for the hags. <3 ahhh the sample on GG's new song 💖
I can't blame the panther for wanting to have a piece of Hwa, after all I'm planning to eat him whole <3333
YOU THOUGHT HE WAS A GIRL?! 😭😭😭 bestie, didn't being a homosexual misogynist racist made you think "oh that's a guy?" I'm wheezing, truly a TODAY I LEARNT moment for you
Jaudyasudhshsgsyeh did you know Hwa was my first Ateez photocard ever, it was before I biased him 🤡 god that limited one is really so pretty isn't it? 😌 ahhhh a shame you didn't get a Hwa pc, but he still came! Congrats on your first Jjong. Noooo Withmuu aren't NFTs, yes those holos in Halateez outfits are MWAH. Perhaps I'll get a pola when my albums arrive 👀
Ahhhh that sporty Hwa fic sounds really cute, hope it comes out in the future.
Udysysujagsus good luck with my mother, she doesn't care <3 I'm not sure if jopping makes anyone cool tbh...
I will not move on from Show Champion Hwa, like??? Am I suddenly into arms? Well hwarms more like... his skin tone too, so beautiful 😭 AND TODAY'S HWA OMG A PIRATEEE with a pink belt I wore during my emo and scene phases, lol. Hongjoong in a skirt and a beret! Mingi... Mingi...
Maybe showing the nose phenotypes to you was a mistake, now you have too much power 😳 I'm a big Hwa nose enthusiast in general, didn't know it had other purposes than just making him look so sharp and elegant
That UK band is pretty popular in SK actually hahahha, they seem nice, but stans were like GET THESE 1D KNOCK OFFS OF THE STAGE, pls 😭 yes they met the Teezers lmaooo
The connection between my result and me stanning Bodyguard wow, the science makes sense. I told you, you always pick the most personal quizzes 😩 oh you were psychoanalysed to filth as well, but that last part is so sweet
What's up with footballers especially those residing in Spain (and their families) and committing tax evasions diurueyeishdhsjs
Hwa is serving for all the armpits enthusiasts (not me but even his pits are nice...). SO MUCH FUCKING CONTENT BUT I NEED TO WATCH SHOWTERVIEW FIRST CAUSE they were recreating the Pink Windmill show meme? Do you know it?! And....... WE HAVE IIIIIIT BESTIE GASHINA MOMENT. Them calling Sunmi nuna she was so happy 😆 why was she fangirling so hard, I mean same girl
Me reading Twitter
Buckle up for lots of Hwa's: why he look like that and act like a baby. Please oh ...A BABY BABY BABY ok I'm gonna stop now but let me tell you, this video made me feel something like he lookes so adorable and deadly, imagine seeing this mf in a club I would start crawling on the floor
I got Minerva hahaha - DV 💖
hi hello!!
Meh they didn't get nominated today, well that's fine it was Seventeen vs Aespa (stans are already unbearable like didn't they win two times in a row? Be fucking positive for once damn, can't have shit in this fandom). I haven't listened to Nicole's album but I know the single, between her and Sunny coming back as well. It's for the hags. <3 ahhh the sample on GG's new song 💖
HOPEFULLY THEY GET SOME TODAY !!! no fr 😭😭 i understand ppl wanting ateez to win but sometimes it’s just not in our hands so instead of being sad abt they should just congratulate the group and think about tomorrows 😭😭 ITS FOR THE HAGS ABSOLUTELY,, gg’s comeback sounds retro refreshing and their teasers photos they’re recreating 😭😭😭 cRYING SOBBING
I can't blame the panther for wanting to have a piece of Hwa, after all I'm planning to eat him whole <3333
LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 maybe it’s u as the panther maybe ill name it deja instead of dumbles fbfnfbfb <3 devour him i and the yn absolutely 100% allow u to fully ENGULF HIM
YOU THOUGHT HE WAS A GIRL?! 😭😭😭 bestie, didn't being a homosexual misogynist racist made you think "oh that's a guy?" I'm wheezing, truly a TODAY I LEARNT moment for you
IVE ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS A GIRLIE NEVER ONCE DID IT CROSS ME HE WAS A BOY,,, LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 I SHOULDVE KNOWN PLS DBDBDBDNDB I WAS TODAY YEARS OLD WHEN I FOUND THIS OUT noddy my man,, so sorry but also fuck u???
Jaudyasudhshsgsyeh did you know Hwa was my first Ateez photocard ever, it was before I biased him 🤡 god that limited one is really so pretty isn't it? 😌 ahhhh a shame you didn't get a Hwa pc, but he still came! Congrats on your first Jjong. Noooo Withmuu aren't NFTs, yes those holos in Halateez outfits are MWAH. Perhaps I'll get a pola when my albums arrive 👀
NO WAY WHAT WAS THE ALBUM U PULLED HIM FROM??? FATE!! my vv first was wooyoung’s answer era pc but i think i traded it for a hongjoong bc ive never never had his card pulled out but even w that trade it wasn’t the right version 😭😭 YEAH THAT ONES SOOOO VV PRETTY YES A SHAME BUT IM GLAD THAT ID WAS HIS BC I GENUINELY DROPPED MY JAW SCREAMED FBFB BROOO THOSE PC’S ARE S T U N N I N G !!!! omg manifesting two three pola’s for u, if u get an extra i will send u my address u already know what to do 🔫
Ahhhh that sporty Hwa fic sounds really cute, hope it comes out in the future.
ill cue it for around summer time for now!! but rn it’s yunho and then some other member before we do the seonghwa series ✨✨✨
Udysysujagsus good luck with my mother, she doesn't care <3 I'm not sure if jopping makes anyone cool tbh...
LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 will make an appointment with ur mother rn 🔫 lOok iF JOPPING MADE SUPERM LOOK COOL? you can too bff
I will not move on from Show Champion Hwa, like??? Am I suddenly into arms? Well hwarms more like... his skin tone too, so beautiful 😭 AND TODAY'S HWA OMG A PIRATEEE with a pink belt I wore during my emo and scene phases, lol. Hongjoong in a skirt and a beret! Mingi... Mingi...
“SUDDENLY INTO ARMS” 😭😭🤚🏼 BE RLY BE MAKING US LIKING EVERYTHING ATP 😭😭 omg YES his melanin ✨🤌🏼 the oiled up arms really made it even better,, TODAYS???? MY GOD THAT PINK BELT 😩😩😩 PLS HES SO SO FINE HONGJOONG IN A SKIRT AND SAN?????? mingi. don’t even go there. please. i’m begging. please he looks like a dilf, please don’t do this 😭😭😭
“sleep well atiny” mf how am i supposed to when u look like this /// and this
🧍🏻♀️
he’s so????? pretty??? bbhwa
Maybe showing the nose phenotypes to you was a mistake, now you have too much power 😳 I'm a big Hwa nose enthusiast in general, didn't know it had other purposes than just making him look so sharp and elegant
That UK band is pretty popular in SK actually hahahha, they seem nice, but stans were like GET THESE 1D KNOCK OFFS OF THE STAGE, pls 😭 yes they met the Teezers lmaooo
☺️☺️☺️ mingi also has a similar nose too + hongjoong ☺️ seonghwa tho <3 pls wait a little bit,,, the ceo series would be like duke but modern fbfbfb <3 OH????? BIG NOSE ENTHUSIAST OKAY I SEE U OK OKAY OKAYDBDBDB no fr but his nose bridge is so pretty >>> NOT 1D KNOCK OFFS PLS FHWJBDKW 😭😭😭🤚🏼🤚🏼🤚🏼 someone said harry styles but dollar store version pls 😭😭😭
The connection between my result and me stanning Bodyguard wow, the science makes sense. I told you, you always pick the most personal quizzes 😩 oh you were psychoanalysed to filth as well, but that last part is so sweet
STANNING BODYGUARD??? IM SCREENSHOTTING THIS HELLO,,, <3 i will pick another one rn I WAS YES,, TO THE FILTH 😭😭🤚🏼
What's up with footballers especially those residing in Spain (and their families) and committing tax evasions diurueyeishdhsjs
NO LITERALLY WHATS GOING ON 😭😭 i heard ronaldo and messi had to do it too in spain esp and apparently every celebrity has to at some point fbfbfb tax evasions but sm ent too
Hwa is serving for all the armpits enthusiasts (not me but even his pits are nice...). SO MUCH FUCKING CONTENT BUT I NEED TO WATCH SHOWTERVIEW FIRST CAUSE they were recreating the Pink Windmill show meme? Do you know it?! And....... WE HAVE IIIIIIT BESTIE GASHINA MOMENT. Them calling Sunmi nuna she was so happy 😆 why was she fangirling so hard, I mean same girl
HE HAS SUCH NICE PITS??? so smooth and all?? like bro pls drop 1 hour routine of everything pls expose the secrets pls begging 😭🤚🏼 FUCK SHOWTERVIEW US OUT??? WEEKLY IDOL TOO??? FUCK FBENFBDN I THE WAY THEY INTRODUCED THEMSELVES SO LAME BUT SO CUTE FBDBB sunmi nuna 😭😭 from the small teasers ive sen it looks like a lot of fun NO YEHA SAME ID ACT THE SAME TOO,,, how she looked into the camera, girlie so strong bc i would’ve passed out tbh <3
Me reading Twitter Buckle up for lots of Hwa's: why he look like that and act like a baby. Please oh ...A BABY BABY BABY ok I'm gonna stop now but let me tell you, this video made me feel something like he lookes so adorable and deadly, imagine seeing this mf in a club I would start crawling on the floor
LMFAOOOO THAT LIVE WAS SO CHAOTIC 😭😭…… ateez hello baby when. wHEN I NEED TO SEE SEONGHWA WITH A KID
i am, excuse me.
my delulu is being fed SO mich in these links i don’t know how to act anymore,,,, RNWKDJWKHDKWDHWKHDWK CRAWLING? BRO WE BARKING FOR HIM ON FOUR KNEES MY FEMINISM LEAVING ME FOR THIS MAN AND THIS MAN ONLY
I got Minerva hahaha - DV 💖
“you're a great intellectual. maybe sit down and do some knitting or something though”
THE FIRST PARTS SO TRUE 😭😭😭 if u knit open up im pulling into for a sweater order 🔫
BESTIE WOOYOUNG RED?????
...
this your ceo??? the ceo dreams???
ayo??? 😭😭 don’t the show team check their ear pieces before giving it to them??? tf???
ABOUT TO THROW HANDS
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Random headcanons I have about Bloomic characters part 1 ( Peepaws)
we are listing the peepaws first, aka Quest and Salocin, bc God told me to, he said so himself /j
THESE PROB DON'T MAKE SENSE
I am very bored and this is for fun hope yall enjoy it!
Salocin
I know for a fact Salocin is that grandparent that finds funny videos from facebook and sends it to you,
yk those cat videos that have like a voiceover with the most absurd voice, yea that
he knows the joke (truth) that parents take the money kids are given and to combat this system he says " shhh don't tell ( insert parent name), this is our top secret, agent ( insert kid name)"
I imagine it looks like a drug trade from a stranger's perspective
I headcanon him as a fun grandpa who indulges in his grandchildren's imaginations and games, he also sneaks candies bc YES
(more below)
when his kids brought their partners home he prepared an album with the most embarrassing photos, like those photos when a baby makes a mess
think plastered in baby food type of mess, yes he does this purposefully but all in good fun
my personal fav scenario is him going out to a club with the rest of the server, he is that one tiktok where the dad goes clubbing
his " back in my day..." are fun things he did while traveling, dumb adventures and funny mishaps, its never those lectures, yk which ones...
It was canonically confirmed he had game, so I imagine he was either like a charismatic kid everyone liked and swooned over or he was like a greaser who turned into a wholesome peepaw
( he is so wholesome I stan, Salocin for president)
Quest
Young Quest gives me the same vibes Johnny from Dirty Dancing does but minus the dancing
he probably saw the movie and secretly wished he could dance that well, omg mc and quest try to replicate the cry to me scene and just laughing at their mistakes but enjoying nonetheless
I wheeze at quests lack of knowledge at what a discord kitten is, he gives me the vibe that if he were gen z he would either be the kid that is so behind on memes or is just genuinely confused
probably both... tho he would try to learn bc of his friends, I can visualize xyx and toasty making a slideshow showing all the memes from these two decades, blooming school is back in session
He would just sit there, take notes and nod, he would def raise his hand bc some memes genuinely confusing but those two refuse to elaborate
Quest is canonically a smooth mf even though he would probably deny it. he was probably more flirty in his past, tho he was always polite towards whoever he was pursuing
he gives me the same vibe that one meme of a giant teddy bear with a tiny head
He has most likely debated doing slam poetry at one point in his life, but he is too shy to share his thoughts, especially since it's like an outlet for his feelings so it would be too personal to share
he acts like a dad even if he doesn't become one, standing in front of the tv, having a dog be his best friend, a grill master, you name it
he would probably get a tattoo with mc, or something to commemorate them
I AM BRAINROTTING ABOUT QUEST HAVING A TATTOO SLEEVE FULL OF FLOWERS TO HONOUR MC BC OF BLOOMIC
AN: Thank you for reading this far, I promise I am alive, the well part is debatable, but I digress, I am most likely gonna upload a fic tmrw!
Have a wonderful day my lovelies!
#bp salocin#bp quest#blooming panic#bloomic#nyx is bored#these two are the ultimate dad joke duo#with their combined powers of standing when watching the news and snoring on a sofa they are unstoppable
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Narcos México/Narcos: Dating them would include: (6/7)
real quickly mis amores! I know everyone on this fandom is in love with this king, the man, the myth, and the legend Pacho mf Herrera, so I tried my best to keep gender neutral -I know I’m really bad at that, im sorry! :( I might’ve slipped up on the NSFW part, forgive me, but I hope I did alright, enjoy! :))
Also, I want to thank the lovely queen @cheriehyuck for giving me inspiration on this, sorry to bother you💖 I luv u💫
Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes , @sheeshgivemeabreak
Warnings: NSFW!
dating Pacho would be so passionate and so full of intense love, it makes my heart hurt
Su vida no está completa sin ti :(
You can’t convince me otherwise that he’s a softy for his partner, he’s able to let his guard down-
Whenever you’re not with him, he can be the most serious mf there is, he’ll be constantly clenching his jaw and carrying a scowl on his face,,,
But, when you are with him, he’s smiling nonstop with the biggest fucking heart eyes -he’s whipped , no one can make him feel that way other than you-
There is never a dull moment with him,, he’s always making you laugh with the things he’ll whisper into your ear
Can you imagine him doing this shit in front of Miguel Angel tho?
Like the way he’ll hug you and whisper to you as he stares down Miguel, who’s already scared shitless with your appearances
It only makes Felix sweat even more when he sees you laugh as Pacho smiles down at you and back to Miguel, -
He always has his hands resting on your waist as he walks around with you with the smugest look on his face,,,
God, he doesn’t even have to introduce you to anyone because they already know who you are, like they’re already getting up to kiss your cheek and welcome you both- the power*
He’s so soft for you, anything you need or want, he’s doing it for you with the smallest smile, no questions asked
Like, you’ll both be at a party and then you’ll mention that you want a drink from the bar and he’s getting up so fast, he almost knocks over the whole fucking table to get you your drink
I can see Chepe roasting the shit out of Pacho for that, like
“Hijueputa, Pacho, con calma, no se va ir la cantina”
Then like Gilberto’s wise ass is cutting in like,
“Chepe, pues, son pajaritos enamorados, dejenlos, tu ya pasaste por eso”
He would get so much shit for the things he’s willing to do for you, but if it makes you happy, then you best believe he’ll do it again.
And honestly the Cali cartel live for seeing how you just have to snap your fingers and Pacho’s already moving,
God, they listen like chismosos when you talk about your and Pacho’s relationship, they’re invested, -
Pacho is a fashion icon ™,,, so you best believe he has the best, top of the line outfits for you, :))
Taking you out for dates is one of his favorite things to do honestly,,
He’s making sure you enjoy everything he has to offer and is always surprising you with the most elegant gifts and surprises porque el amor de su vida se lo merece
God, can you imagine him bringing live musica to your dates so he can dance with you,
“Bailamos, mi amor?” -the way he’ll smile at you as he extends his hand out to you is everything
Speaking of,,, dancing dates! :D
At all hours of the day, he’s always down to take you dancing
You two are the shining stars at parties/clubs because wow- the way your bodies just turn into one with your perfect moves -
You’ll have everyone drooling at just how phenomenal you both look together, especially with the way you both look at each other, like it’s only the two of you in the room-
Pacho loves taking you on luxurious vacations, he’s all about that,, nothing beats the feeling of just getting you all to himself on a beautiful landscape, far away from Cali and business,
*Protective Pacho*,, holy shit would he take your security seriously
If someone even looks at you wrong, he’s not letting them breathe for another second longer
I can’t even imagine how protective he gets after Gilberto’s daughters wedding incident
The world fucking stops as he walks up to your crying form,,
The way he’ll cradle your head into his neck and hug you-
“No llores, mi vida, estamos bien” - literally shaking in anger that someone almost hurt you and took you from him-
ok can you imagine the way you’ll try to stay up for him when he’s away for dirty business, making sure he came home in one piece,,
The preocupacion he has when he sees you’re still awake, “amor, que haces todavía despierta/o?”
Fuck, the way you’ll both hold eachother has me shaking,- you’ll be holding his face, making sure he isn’t hurt
As he has his hands resting on top of yours
“Estoy bien, amor” -let me go sob
But the times you accidentally do fall asleep, he’ll come up to you and softly kiss your forehead as he carefully settles in beside you- I can’t
Pacho buying you a home for the both of you-
Idk, he just wants to express how he never wants to live without you, he wants to come home to you everyday,, 🥺
I definitely see him just spacing off when he watches you, like when you’re getting ready for bed and he’s already waiting for you to come to lay next to him,,,
You feel him staring as you look over your shoulder and smile at him,,, again the softness
“Te vez magnifica/o”
The small smile he has as he pulls you on top of him- i need to stop
NSFW:
Helmer ‘Pacho’ Herrera, a fucking sex icon, here we go
I have so many scenarios, so bear with me,,
He’s not one to ever turn down a blowjob, like, wow, you his innocent flower, choking on his cock, is a sight that will never leave his memory,,
To be honest, I can see him relaxing out on the balcony or something, with a drink in his hand,, breathing out a content sigh as he looks down at you, gagging on him as he slowly thrusts into your mouth-
Moving your hair out of your face as he smirks at you,,
“Eso, mi amor, asi me gusta que estes” -ok
The eye contact is what’s making me weak, your watery eyes locking with his dilated ones as his thrusts become more rough,,,-
GOD, does this man make sex so fucking passionate
Like, you’ll be desperately trying to take his clothes off, as he just laughs and continues to kiss you, not bothering to take your clothes off yet,,
I just know he’s taking his damn time when he gets you on the bed,slowly taking off your clothes, caressing your whole body, making you lose all your patience as your practically begging him to just fuck you, tears of frustration coming out when he stops your hips from moving,,
“Dime cuanto me necesitas, mi vida, y ya te lo meto” I-
He’s not doing anything until he has you babbling and whimpering about how much you need him-
The way he’ll harshly grip your hip as he brings your leg to wrap around his waist and places his hand around your throat when he pushes into you-
ok so I don’t see Pacho as a “love making” type, nope, I see him going in rough with no time to adjust, the lust is just too overpowering
He has you whining from how fast but so good his rough pace is making you feel-
“No que me necesitabas? No hagas eso, no llores, te estoy cuidando, mi amor”
as he’s reaching in between your bodies to stimulate you even more- oh god
He’ll get lost in the feeling of you moaning his name and leaving marks on his back as he mercilessly pounds into you
Fuck, or the way he’ll pull you by your hair when you bite down on his shoulder,, as he hastily kisses you, drowning out your moans-
Another thing that really gets him going is when he grabs both of your hands and holds them above your head with one on his hands as he pounds you into the bed-
The way you’ll arch into him because you just need to feel more of him,,
Riding Pacho- h o ly shit,,
he loves seeing how you’ll try to urgently get yourself off on top of him,
he’ll let you do all the work as he sits there and caresses your body, smirking at how your bounces become more desperate
the chuckle he lets out when your movements falter and begin to grind your hips on his instead as you grip his hand like an anchor
“pensé que dijiste que podrías aguantar, sigue adelante, amor, sé que puedes "
As he pulls your body closer and drags his thumb to stimulate your clit,,, he’ll thrust up into you as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself -wow
This man has no vergüenza , he’s fucking you out in the patio or balcony where he just knows at any minute his servants can see you,, someone kick me out
He’s had you wear only his fancy shirts at times because he lives and breathes for the sight of that,,,
I’m sorry, but he gets rock hard when he sees you walking around in his things-
Ok, so you all know that scene when he called Miguel about his cocaine shipment being ready as he revved up his motorcycle- hot
Can you imagine, instead of that, this mf would call Miguel in the middle of having you screaming his name absurdly loud-
He would have his fingers inside of you as he stares at how your trying to silently thrash on his bed, gripping his wrist, as he just talks normally to Miguel about how his 70 tons are ready,,,
He’ll curl his fingers just to have you scream his name as he lightly chuckles-
the uncomfortness from Miguel’s end has Pacho smugly saying,
"¿qué ?, vos nunca tuviste a alguien gritando tu nombre por el placer que le das, Miguelito?” -ok
Morning Sex is thinggg
Like, it’s the best way to start the morning with you moaning out his name with the view of the hacienda through the ‘window’
You two were already naked from last night, so why not take advantage of that,,
god, can you imagine the both of you laying on your sides, facing the window, where you can barely see your reflection,,
he’s resting your leg on his inner elbow, slowly thrusting from behind you, kissing your neck,,
“Buenos dias amor, como dormistes? Hm”
His hand is traveling between your legs to help get you off quicker
he just admires how your moaning out his name, letting your head fall back on him,,
- he’ll be gradually picking up the speed of his thrusts and hand as he forces you to look at him, wanting to see how you fall apart- i need help
#narcos mexico imagine#narcos mexico imagines#narcos imagine#pacho herrera x reader#pacho herrera#narcos mexico#narcos: mexico#narcos
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what’s y’all’s favorite daydream scenario?
mine is:
me and tommy are dating but omfg grace burgess 😐 comes and he falls in love with her while he’s still “in love” with me. he never cheats on me, but it’s very obvious to everyone that he has another woman in his mind, and everyone also knows who the other woman is bc they dont even try to hide it 😒✋🏼 and i’ve had enough !!!! so i’m like “pick” and mf (tommy) doesn’t say anything, and i start crying, not too much to make a scene but enough for tommy to realize he fucked up, before he can say anything, i’m like “i’ll come pick up my stuff tomorrow morning” and gtfo!! after i leave he heads to the garrison to drink (duh) and grace 😐 is working, but as soon as he sees her he gets mad at himself for letting someone like me😏 slip out of his hands. when he sees grace, he doesn’t feel a single ounce of love towards her, he doesn’t feel anything towards her. he’s awake all night trying to find the right words to say, because mf wants me back, so the morning comes but GASP i never show up?? Around 3 hours pass by and a peaky blinder tells tommy that i’ve left but they don’t know where bc they weren’t fast enough (or something idk) so he’s stuck with only the thought of me and looks for me every single day for TWO YEARS. i left to london because i didn’t wanna be around tommy anymore 💔 but i had to get an awful awful awful job in order to live and eat. i also changed my name and dyed my hair (idek if hair dye existed back then but wtv) so if anyone ever came looking for me, they wouldn’t find me. then one day he has business to attend to at Zabini’s club where he sees me as a pr*stitute, and gets furious he forgets all about the business. at first he gets really mad, but then i start crying, and soft! tommy comes out and starts telling me everything, that he regretted his choice immediately, i’m the only one he wants, he’s sorry for ever doing that to me, basically begging 😜🥰 for me to take him back and apologizing for treating me the way he did, and that he’s sorry that i had to turn to this lifestyle. and then we have makeup sex <3 👍🏼🧍🏽♀️
#peaky blinders#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#grace burgess#daydreaming again#pathetic#i need a life#soft! tommy shelby#tommy shelby imagine
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Pt.3 Devilman Crybaby Post (anime spoilers)
Alright so this is the last post and honestly i forgot to talk about the last episodes 7-10. Can u feel my depression while writing this, bro the sadness is never ending. I have become one with the mf void, and within it there is no self, no thoughts, no emotions just darkness.
Also TW alot of this stuff is extremely gory and dark (lots of horrible deaths that I may talk about, so tread lightly)
Lets just say things took a turn for the......first of all WTAF Homeskillet NOOOOOOOOOOO (if u haven’t read part 1 of this post homeskillet is Taro Makimura) HE ATE HIS FREAKING MOM, AND WHEN I TELL U I GAGGED AND FELT MY EYES TEARING UP. THAT WAS THE MOST TWISTED THING I EVER SAW AND THE DAD FOUND THEM. Basically the mom had taken Taro away from the family when she learned that he was a demon, also i thought he was a devilman but he didn’t win against the demon so he was taken over. But in the scene when he’s slowly eating his mother, and his dad is screaming why pointing a gun at his son, who he now realizes is his son. Taro’s demon begins to tear up making me believe that Taro was conscious but not in control of his actions. And thats when the tears begin to fall, and the dad was screaming and crying at how unfair the world was and how disgusting the sight in front of him was he couldn’t bring himself to shoot. So then the army guys who kill demons came and the dad begged them not to kill his son, but without hesitation they fired on dad and Taro, subsequently killing both. Akira tried to save them but was ultimately too late and ended up atleast grabbing the bodies and burying them.
The next scene in the episode shows Akira crying while on his knees infront of three graves (with crosses) on what looks like a hill. And I wondered if this was alluding to the three crosses who stood on Golgatha’s hill. This definetly marked a turning point for Akira and how he felt about Ryo. Anyway demons from everywhere popped up and tried to kill Akira at the instructions of Psycho Jenny, but then Miko saves him.
OH SCHNAPP I FORGOT TO TELL YALL Miko is a devilman and sis ate MY KING OF SPOKEN WORD and I think she ate her grandmother too. Anyway she really uses her new abilities to her advantage and wants to be better than Miki M. She later confesses that her jealousy and hate was just her inability to come to terms that she loved Miki and looked up to her, she didn’t like being outdone when she was used to being the best. Anyway she saves Akira from the demons trying to kill him. At this same moment Ryo is having a come to jesus moment (more like come to satan moment) he realizes that he is SATAN. I FUCKING KNEW IT. Anyway he goes on air, and stirs chaos by OUTING AKIRA. If i could throw hands and get my grandma to pray the mess outta that fool I would, damn he really didn’t have to do him like that so the whole worlds now knows that humans can become demons, so people begin to openly attack everybody. Anyway that public call out puts a target on Akira.
Akira and Miki have a moment where shes like even as a devilman he’s still the crybaby she’s always known and love. oh btw Miki now knows her parents are dead and so is her little brother. Let me tell u her screams of anguish THAT SHIT HURTED. Anyway The Spoken Word Squad is now friends with Miki because the main dude gotta crush on her, and THEY ARE SO MF LOYAL THE REAL MVP’S of THE SHOW. (except shorty he really played us) Anyway Akira goes to get answers and confront Ryo and u can see the betrayal on his face he truly still believed Ryo was trying to make the world a better place. Anyway a mob descends on the Makimura household and the Spoken Word Squad says to leave it to them. At this point I am bawling my eyes out, and i’m slowly being pulled apart by the void. Miko takes Miki on her back to try and escape from the mob but those hoes mad angry and for what reason, anyway before this Miki made a twitter post talking about how much she loved Akira i think in the familial since tho, and how even though he is a devilman he is still who he used to be and that the humans are capable of loving them even though they are different. He’s not the enemy they should be focusing on.
So as u may have guesses SPOKEN WORD SQUAD DIED, eversingle one of them, but not without being the baddest bitches every before going out. Seriously Homeslice with the dread had that crowbar and my boi was swinging and taking hoes out, but homie ended up getting over powered and visciously stabbed to death. The same happen to the dude who was crushing on Miki M basically there were just too many people(those people were the real monsters, giving into raw fear to tear into children like that)
Anyway Miko and Miki are making there escape and they end up on their old running path, and its really sad. A jeep comes out of nowhere and everybody a motherfucking automated weapons. And they continue shooting at Miko and Miki until they bring them down, Miko urges Miki to run and continue running until she’s safe and to leave her behind. Miki runs and then the show the screen with them as kids running and passing the baton. Miko passes Miki the baton signaling her death, then Miki continues to run with the baton she’s trying to catch up to Akira who in front of her but she can’t seem to and then someone in real life shoots her in the legs, but she keeps moving and finally she’s able to pass the baton to Akira. At this moment (not me tearing up as I write this) she is tackled by some guy who stabs her and she screams out, calling out for Akira. But he never makes it.
Akira goes to this place where humans have crucified other humans and there are throwing stuff at them. Akira comes and shields them, and cries out that if they should kill someone kill him. In the midst of his crying, a voice over of miki’s letter is played. And like in the bible a little child shall lead them, which a little boy goes up to Akira to hug his leg and other kids follow the mob stops throwing stuff and now some adults are coming up to Akira to apologize hugging him and crying and they help the people they had crucified. In the midst of this the demons convince Track Homie to betray Akira even though Akira was helping him. So he impales Akira with his horn thing, in the process trampling many of the humans who had been standing near, causing a panic. Demons come out of nowhere and Akira gets away.
Now Akira has made it back to Miki’s house after a big fight with Ryo promising to defeat the other. He gets there to find the house up in flames and a mob surrounding it all whooping and cheering. He focuses on the mob and almost throws up finding that Miki, Miko and the Spoken Word Squad had all been decapitated and amputated and their limbs where pushed down on spikes which were being lifted and waved around for all to see by the mob. In a fit of rage and sadness at the fact that humans had done this he releases a fiery blaze crisping the humans in the mob. He swiftly leaves and the final strand attaching him to Ryo breaks. In Ryo’s tranformation to satan they now are naked, full breast and genetalia on display with big white wings. Ryo tells Akira that he doesn’t want to fight him, he did all of this so they could be together. But Akira said he has enough spite and anger for both of then and charges, they have a midair battle and the demons back up Ryo, in the end other Devilman come to help Akira lending him limbs so that he may continue fighting sacrificing themselves.
The fight is long and sad, you can tell immediately that Akira is no match for Ryo. The scene changes to when they were younger as children, playing in the snow and going to hotsprings, exploring and just enjoying each others company. It shows just how pure and adorable Akira was and how Ryo always showed sign of not having any regards for life and believing that the weak deserved to die. Then it changes scenes to the baton passing scene showing the baton being passed from miko to miki then to akira and finally akira trying to pass the baton to Ryo but the baton keeps dropping between then, it happens several time until it drops one last time and the new scene is of the sky. Ryo’s voice is speaking to Akira as he stares at the sky, we see the side profile of Akira and his eyes are open but he’s not responding.
Ryo continues to speak about them as children, then the screen pans to the sky showing broken planets and the earth around them is destroyed all that remains are broken pieces and the heel they are on. No other signs of life. Ryo asks Akira a question, and believes him to just still be mad at him but then he touches his face and says he’s been so quiet. Finally he cries and he exclaims how he doesn’t understand these feeling and asks Akira what these feelings are.
Akira finally hands Ryo the baton.
The scene pans to show us Akira missing half of his body and dead. Ryo cries out to Akira pleading with him to say something, then he pleads that Akira not leave him alone. He continues to sob into Akira and plead to not be left alone as the screen moves further away from them, showing the actual destruction caused by their fight which basically destroyed the solar system.
So yeah, i am one with the void, devoid of emotions, thoughts, and feelings. I belong to the darkness, how tf am i supposed to feel after that. I-i just wanted Akira to be happy, but apparently that was too much to ask. Goddamn THE WHOLE MF SOLAR SYSTEM. I cried so hard my brother was actually worried about me, I had puffy red eyes and couldn’t stop my mf hiccups. and warning i do no cute cry, that shit was really ugly.
So yeah, I thought it was really good, definitely not for everybody though. Imma need to watch some Ouran Highschool Host Club. Also prayed with my grandma the other day for extra protection. But umm somebody please tell me what the relationship between Akira and Ryo because the end scene got me confused. I think it Ryo realizing his feeling for Akira because he didn’t want him to die and realized Akira had always been there for him. So this was def a wild ride, Miki was honeslty a pretty solid person except when she was modeling for that creepy dude. And then sis went to his house and asked for a shower, I was like sis are u DumbDDumbDDDDumb, luckily Akira was there because Ryo out here killing grandmas and was ready to kill Miki back then too.
Also FLY HIGH SPOKEN WORD SQUAD and MY KING OF SPOKEN WORD.
and Taro really was bestboi led astray.
My pain level is astronomical might as well be numb. 10/10 probably won’t watch again unless I need a good cry and psychological trauma. But it was really good all in all.
#devilman crybaby#akira fudo#miki makimura#miki matsubara#ryo asuka#kunkun#moyuru koda#i am pain#im in pain#the void#screaming#gore#anime made me cry#anime#that shit hurted#what is life#watch and weep#death#angst#crying™#pain™#am i okay?#no#why is it spicy?#regrets#complicated feelings#what is love#dumb hoe#this is long#taro makimura
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Guess who put themselves though lost boys: the tribe. Last night and craves death? That’s right me.
Ohhhh to see without my eyes would be glorious. It is the most dated thing I’ve seen in my life and not in a good way. I cant even remember half the charecters and am having to look at the wiki if that tells you anything.
So no spoiler warning because - seriously do not watch it.
So dated-
As a 2000s kid, early 2000s movies are not something I look back at fondly as ‘adult’ movies at that time is mainly party’s , big tittie , curse and crude humor. This movie so desperately wanted to get in the cool kids club aka Rated R so they said fuck 13 times in the opening scene alone. Also dated by the really really shitty editing, and the “OH DUDE WE CAN USE LIKE DIGITAL EFFECTS WHAT UPPP” and shakey camera work. Also half the people are dressed like the worst end of the 90s/ early 2000s with the spike hair and fuck boy attitude. Movies from the 80s in my mind, yea they are dated but if they don’t rely heavily on references, tech , or common practice at the time it doesn’t come across as dated.
Takes the basic aspects but makes them bad-
So they try to imitate like small basic things from the first movie which we take shots of the town.... which is a run down sushi place and some chubby kids and emos that’s your “strange” people guys. Also the main vampire takes a lot of David bullshit and they whoop occasionally because “that’s what the other guys did.” Edgar also rehashes a lot of what we know. Also there is a sex scene to cry little sister because “THEY HAD IT IN THE FIRST MOVIE TAKE PEOPLE SWEATING.” Except they could not afford to use the og song and it’s a cover that sounds... like something else again I get whiplash to the early 2000s please end me. There is also more shots of the ocean and random cuts then substance in the movie
Charecters-
Ohhhhh how forgettable. How forgettable. I had to look up the main charecters names. So everyone’s like a good mid 20s or they at least look like their slowly trucking along to being 30 that’s another thing about early 2000s movie “please believe this grown ass man is a teen.” Like the og movie, the actors were in their early 20s for the boys but you would still believe they were actually teens; there’s a age where you can still play a teen for a while. I say this as they are clearly all adults and yet nichole is a 17 year old GIRL! Who they have drink and seduce one charecter before genuinely having sex with another. 17. So our main characters are Chris(??) and Nichole EMERSON. Do they ever explain their parents or relationship to the name? NOPE. I implied maybe star and Micheal but they both look WAY to old to be their kids at least Chris unless he’s supposed to be like 19 even then I will laugh in your face. So Evan creepy desperate emo here to die except he almost does twice but he lives.... yay. Shane and his Tribe( I said it I said the thing!) also did I mention.... they aren’t bikers.... there surfers! (Who have bikes later in the film...) so in the opening scene he’s “Some jackass from Santa Carla” is this ever explained in the movie? No. If you read rein of the frogs like I had HE WAS A SURF NAZI WHO SURVIVED(well... in a way)It’s a shame because he was one of the few charecters I enjoyed.... and was kinda really cute. Long hair , bit of a beard, scruffy looking(I have a type ok-) so if you didn’t read the comic he doesn’t really get any explaination or reason but apparently he used to be a surfer , one of the best before he dodged. Ok? Apparently Emerson was to, ok? The others don’t really get much past the one being called a adrenaline junkie like he is. I like the crazy motherfucker. Something else I found absolutely hysterical is that the two main others are obessed with their cameras always filming mainly women and their game. Their game? To literally shank each other and jump around and laugh and record them gushing blood, a particular favorite scene of mine is at the party the tall black one, Erik??? I think stabs the best buddy and twists, this mf literally- his intensines fall out and his other organs “DUDE WHAT THE FUCK I WAS GONNA GET LAID DONT FILM ME-.” He picks them up off the ground and walks inside so nonshalantly- girls are screaming and panicking and the other two are laughing their asses off. Did I mention these vampires, young vampires at that as even Shane is like maybe only in his 40s/30s but looks a young 20, throw ragers? Because it’s 2008 babyyyy. Nicole is the usual “I want to see my hair flow in the wind and talk romantically about death.” Aka what Dracula Adaptations do to Lucy westenra to make her major vampire bait, and naturally Shane took it. The best charecter is probably Edgar as he was constistantly halarious though out the whole film until he started quipping. There was also a mid credit scene with SAM FUCKING EMERSON PLAID BY COREY I SHIT YOU NOT. He’s a vampire. Why? Something happened between them and it has to do with Alan to. This I need explained to me right fucking now. Oh wait no the best charecter is the guy dressed up as the oiled up sax player.
Vampire inconsistency-
So new info;
-doesn’t spesifically have to be a stake or wooden just in the heart.
Inconsistent-
Apparently garlic does work now boys, despite the fact that it was very clearly stated by Paul in the first film that it wouldn’t (Edgar was there for that you think he’d remember-) however Garlic bolo took my soul.
There’s inconsistency in how vampires look in this film alone contradicts itself. Like. So lost boys established the basics
Yellow eyes, long nails, fangs, bad breath , the face bone shift.
This one has a cheap supernatural lookin’ ass black eye effect and some fangs. Except when they don’t and it’s yellow eyes and fangs also with no facial effect except no it’s full facial makeup with black eyes and veins. Except no it’s full facial prosthetic more like the first film but with veins , black eyes , Dracula slit nose and SHARK TEETH(it really is like super natural vampires JFC.) like there is 4 different ways they look in this movie alone wtf. Also Shane, a full vampire; the head, can go outside at sundown/twilight if he has sunglasses. Good to know.
WHAT IS THISSSSS LMFAOOOOO
Also where does this movie even take place? As it is Damn well not Santa Carla and they make sure you know that.
Also we end on a “kids are doing drugs aren’t you” haha aunt so stupid joke. LAUGH.
Again seriously sams a vampire. Not explained but illuded to, Presumably edgars fault. Considering he is a grown ass man as well it was likely recent, probably tragic. You would think Sam would be just as angsty as his bro but no he’s all dark and angry and again did I mention it’s the ACTUAL FUCKING ACTOR?
#the lost boys#lost boys#tlb#lost boys the tribe#Emerson’s#Edgar frog#please come kill me#Shane powers#seriously don’t watch this#save yourself#save me I’m going to watch the thirst tonight
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Melody (S.W.A.L.K) 1971 Livewatch
I have seen this movie. but not the whole thing (i got interupped the first time i watched it)... so here goes!
movie load please
20 seconds of logos???
guitar song™
this movie is so nostalgic for no reason
Mark Lester and Jack Wild: did you mean, Oliver Twist and The Artful Dodger?
and tracy hyde shes here too
i love this movie sm wtf
can these credits end????
ok yes they can
70s film marching band scene
ornshaw drinking whiskey before band bc why not
danny is bby
mY mOtHeR dId It SiR
dannys mum is so annoying wtf
i really love tom ornshaw
run bitch run
The BB™
SET FIRE TO THE NEWSPAPER???
look at his lil face ❤
MELODY MY DAUGHTER
a gowdfish please
aww look at her
“ive done all those things i wanna try something new” LIKE DRAWING TIDDIES? DANIEL
“ah a boy gave it to me at school” was it ornshaw, i bet it was ornshaw
BITCH YOU RIPPED DANNYS TITS DRAWING
melody girl you cant play that fucking recorder
this film has great cinematography wtf
Melody Perkins Deserves The World !!
the gang go to school
Ornshaw Gets Bullied
“the jewish boys may now leave for private study” what about the jewish girls?? there’s clearly girls in the class?? why do they have to listen to the bible
ornshaw’s porn bible
DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHO JESUS WAS???
dont smoke at school kids
okay so shes peggy, why is she credited as maureen. who the fuck is maureen
hear me out, muriel is a lesbian. noone kisses for over five minutes unless youre proper horny and this bitch is like thirteen. she also says “i dont know, i never used to kiss boys”, because SHE DOESNT. shes lying because she doesnt kiss boys. shes closeted and thats whys she says she does. also, she got angry at peggy for saying she fancied a boy.
W I C
“saucy turtles make terrible bathmats, charley” okay okay jeez
ornshaws accent is everything
The Gang sneaking through the fence what will they do
uh oh danny
AWH YOURE BARMY
thats def gonna explode later
ornshaw gets kicked off the bus
but now hes on it
ornshaw and danny have such a wholesome friendship too bad melody ruins it oh wait
you’ve heared of ornshaw gets kicked off the bus now get ready for... ornshaw gets kicked out of the strip club!
you cant get a taxi!!! watch me hoe
where did ornshaw get the chewing gum from wtf
“shes always talking about people like you...” OH OKAY DANNYS MUM IS CLASSIST
“he could do with a heart attack!” WOAH OKAY
time skip to school
oh no danny’s seen melody
“we have three admirers of the dance!” ah shit
ah so maureen is the girl in green
why is ornshaw just standing there
FREE YOURSELVES
the girl gang is hilarious i love them
Muriel Kisses A Tombstone
uh oh dannys been found out
“HES A COWARD CMON”
ornshaw just yeeted his cat
i hate dannys mother sm
assembly time, an iconic part of british comprehensive school, since covid, i cant say i miss it
danny and melody !!
DANNY PLAYS CELLO THIS IS IMPORTANT INFO
melody and her friend are there because plot
melody sweetie baby i love you but you cant play the recorder
THEYRE PLAYING IN HARMONY DKDJSKDJSJKK 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
this is cute as fuck
melody is babey
oh explosives time??
i just dubbed these kids ornshaw and the pyrotechnics crew and it fits
dannys parents are annoying
i quite literally hate them
DANNY SPILT HIS COKE ITS SUCH A SIN
“neviw”
melody girl are you okay
melody are you lying about getting raped
oh time skip to school
we’ve hardly seen ornshaws home life so when will we properly meet him??
god i fucking love ornshaw its mad
oh this is an iconic scene if there ever was one
“go on tom dance with her” oh the ONE TIME ornshaw is called by his first name
youre mad !!
“girls are a load of snotty nose little so and sos” ornshaw aro king
is ornshaw.. scared of women
whatddya mean i dont dance very well!?
is it bad i lowkey crackship peggy and ornshaw now
YOU DANCE STUPID!
no one:
ornshaw: kicks peggy in the shin because he cant dance
“you big fat fool” yikes
danny u ok
ALL ORNSHAW AND HIS MATES DO IS CREATE EXPLOSIVES DJDKJSKt
oh it worked for once
i feel so fucking sorry for melody wtf
bb 🥺
im at the bit where melody is crying while putting on her mothers makeup
SWEETIE ITS OKAY
OH TIME SKIP TO SPORTS DAY!
this film is so fast were already an hour in!
ornshaw giving actually solid life advice?? are you sure this is the same movie
“you youre gonna be bloody useless!”
i literally love ornshaw so much
FUCK DANNYS MUM
GO ON DANNY
YES MY BOY
time skip to school 3982903843290
wtf is a young latin scholars book
lahtimah
not ass latimer, arse
i hate the latin teacher
ornshaw every second: right uh erm um uh so yes sir oh uh mhm
*ornshaw and danny shoving pillows up their underwear*
“dont worry about it!!” dude hes getting spanked by the latin teacher ofc hes gonna worry about it
ornshaw and latimah
“vacate your mouth”
“because its a silly out of date language sir!!!” hes not wrong
uh oh
what will slapping ornshaw’s ass with a dap even gonna do???
oh hi melody forgot about you
AWH DANNY SWEETHEART
“cmon danny dont let her see you cry!” i want a friend like ornshaw man
melody is just STANDING THERE LIKE GIRL LEAVE
“you can buzz off now love, tara, tooduhloo” have i said i love ornshaw? because i love ornshaw
danny dont abandon ornshaw !!
oh this is sad
danny? danny?? danny!!!??? DANNY!!?? 🥺🥺🥺
ORNSHAW RIGHTS MAN
ive felt sorry for literally all three of these kids now
ah fuck now ornshaws having a mental breakdown in the school halls
danny and melody’s relationship is so innocent and wholesome
this is literally so bittersweet, like we’re seeing danny and melody being all cute and happy but we know that back in school ornshaw is literally having a breakdown over them
im tearing up over a movie about schoolchildren in puppy love
“will you love me that long?” “of course! ive loved you a whole week already!”
“hes come to tea! his name is daniel!” melody hes not your pet
melodys dad seems so cool why was he arrested
donald????
i genuinely love melody’s dad
melody dramatically eats toast
time skip to school AGAIN
OH GOD I’M ACTUALLY CRYING
melody and danny are out on a date having fun and its the same song playing as the scene earlier on when danny and ornshaw went off somewhere at the start of the movie, melody has quite literally replaced ornshaw
i have real tears rn
they skipped school to go to weymouth
danny and melody are literally adorable man
“shall we get married?” arent yall like 12????
oh back to school they got in trouble for skipping
apparently the poor cast got spanked for real and like yikes
we want to get married :D
ITS NOT MENT TO BE FUNNY!!
leave danny alone!
leave melody alone!
ornshaw please stop
ornshaw stop taunting him this is gonna end shittily
OH SHIT
THEYRE STRAIGHT UP FIGHTING
ORNSHAW AND DANNY ARE MF WRESTLING EACHOTHER TO THE GROUND
okay now ornshaw is literally beating him up okay
danny this is your fault for ditching him for melody sorry
top ten best anime fight scenes
latin man is back because plot
DID ORNSHAW GIVE HIM A BLOODY NOSE
i’m sorry danny 😭😭
ORNSHAW. DESERVES. THE. FUCKING. WORLD. AND. MORE.
let melody and danny get married!
wait so if 20 is twice as old as her then shes.. ten?? i think
melody ily
“all i want to do is be happy” BABY
OH FUCK YOU MRS LATIMER
oooh
THEYRE GOING TO GET MARRIED BY THE RAILWAY
ornshaws unnamed friend is the true hero of this movie
is this the movie climax???
run! ornshaws unnamed friend! run!
IM SORRY THE’RE LITERALLLY GETTING MARRIED I’M 😭
“we are gathered here today to join this man and woman in holy matrimony.. shaddup”
ITS NOT FUNNY ITS SERIOUS
IS ORNSHAW STRAIGHT UP MARRYING THESE TWO IS HE THEIR VICAR
HE IS AS WELL
“DICKS IS COMING!!!” as soon as they were getting the rings
RUN !!!!
ornshaw just threw the bible at his re teacher from the re scene at the start i love him
DANNYS MUM HAD IT COMING
name a more iconic trio than melody perkins, danny latimer, and tom ornshaw, i’ll wait
GO PEGGY!
ORNSHAWS UNNAMED FRIEND IS GONNA FINALLY GET HIS BOMB WORKING!
YES
GO ORNSHAWS UNNAMED FRIEND
“i’ll get you ornshaw!” dude how is this his fault its yours for unterupting the wedding latin man
again ouf is the true movie hero
wait latin man is dicks??? whos wannabe remus lupin then????
this just in: ouf is actually named stacey
oh god thats actually such a bittersweet ending
melody and danny trolleying off into the sunset
im actually crying like a baby rn
god that was such a good movie
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so....... i watched ep6 since apparently i like pain now and oh my fucking GOD
first of all, INKORN!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!
but also, INKORN TTTTTTT_TTTTTTT
TEARS PEOPLE. T EA R S
okay let me start from the beginning because what an episode yall
so . we start with a flashback and it was cute ! if only the last one was too HAHAHAHAHimcrying
team being like “hm...... manaow and del are really close lately......... Are They........” after i literally said it out loud was the biggest shared braincell moment i’ve ever had in my life and mind u i have a big sister who i’m very close with lmaO
(also, women are gay too pharm smh)
win being a little bitch with his I’m An Adult Bitch You Can’t Tell Me Shit to team god i love him sjfhksjf
DEAN HOLDING PHARM’S HAND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
pharm just going into cardiac arrest after dean interlocks their fingers is the biggest mood ever
also manaow baby that’s- that’s not how you check if someone is sick JKSHFSJHS
“don’t forget to eat your lunch” “don’t forget to swallow it too” “beware of choking” THEY REALLY- FHSKGFSLJJFKS
yes i went back to the episode to write that i have no memory whatsoever
i was so scared when dean had his flashback while driving like i was praying to every god in existence for him to not crash,,,, the flashback was cute though
that tear though........ that shit Hurt
but korn saying “like” !!!!!!! half of my brain was like “HE!!!!! LIKES!!!!!! HIM!!!!!!!!” and the other half was just “omg like ram” lmao
pharm calling manaow beautiful ;; yes she is she’s the most beautiful girl ever i love her with my whole heart
that mf guy who doesn’t know the meaning of no can CHOKE (also i heard the actor’s problematic or sumn???? so fuck him too bYe)
thankfully pharm is That bitch and shut him up not once not twice but a shit ton of times in like,,,, less 2 minutes
that’s my mans man hell yeah
apparently everyone in dean’s faculty knows pharm?????? lmaoooooo but when those 2 (and later 3) tried to flirt with him i was like???????? get tf out?????????? out here abusing of pharm’s niceness smh
thankfully dean came to the rescue jsfhsk
bro when pharm picked a thread and it led to dean i was like....... oh my God they actually did that
the FORESHADOWING bro
also that kiss scene......................... perfect i loved it even though i hate their outfits so much but i can get over it if it gives us this amazing scene
dean just ;; being patient with pharm and asking if he’s okay and just asking him until he gives oral (is it vocal? girl idk) answers to the questions he makes just to be sure ;;
god why can’t men be like dean why do u have to be Assholes smh
AND THE RED THREAD!!!!! BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!
dean making pharm wear his jacket sjfhksj u couldn’t be more territorial bro literally (and apparently) everyone knows you’re into each other theres truly no need jfshkf
“if it doesn’t invade our privacy too much, i think it’s okay. also, i think it’s a good way to let that person know that he shouldn’t mess with someone who isn’t single”
first of all, DEAN U ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART
second of all, the shadeeeeeeeeee lmao yes bitch drag his ass
and last, SKJLFHGLJKHSLKHKSJG
thank u for listening to my tedtalk
i will repeat myself, why can’t all men be like dean
also, a bonus: i of course went to the episode to get the dialogue and i saw the name lemon lemon and i was like “wait..... is that manaow???” so i google translated her name and it does mean lemon omg thats SO cute i love her even more rn
okay i don’t know if it’s only me but the girls from the cooking club? the best girls ever me thinks
okay we’re approaching the last part of the episode yall i felt so many emotions in like 13 minutes
we start with the worst, a Flashback.
i literally saw the outfit and started crying. like. no joke.
the mother??? sister?????? aunt?????? being hella worried and in being like “it’s okay i’ll be back in like . 2 seconds”
THIS BTICH NEVER CAME BACK
the little girl please i’m legit going to cry again thinking about her and imagining her waiting for in to come back home and just.... not really understanding whats happening when her mother (im guessing here) starts sobbing when she picks up the phone
OH MY GODDDDDDDD
also according to like,,, timeline and shit inkorn were from the 60s or 80s right???? which means she’s still alive if nothing has happened to her..................
HAHA so much fun in this blog! just joy laughter and happiness!
also it was in’s birthday.............. oh my goodness
okay moving on to something that hurts less! team being the dunk boy on the booth omg win this is not how u flirt
also i realised that the open house thing happens like... mid first semester so it hasn’t been that long since deanpharm know of each other/have been talking damn bro
win teasing pharm is like,, one of my favourite things lmao i might do a gifset of these moments when i finish the drama if i’m not too lazy
deanpharm holding hands in public tho ;;;;;;; ok bitch call me single and ugly a little less louder
win though SJFKHS *looks at team’s hand* team: no. go away
oh god oh god oh godddddddd here comes the thread talk
the moment team said suicide i stopped the episode because i thought Something would happen to pharm but oh GOD I WAS NOT EXPECTING WHAT HAPPENED
THE STARES!!!!!!!! THE REALISATION!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE “PROMISE” AT THE SAME TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT THE FUCKUGISFUIKGJHSLGWJ
i will literally never recover
also i paused that scene so much just to scream into my comfort stuffed toy and i’m so sorry for her
i also couldn’t help but think of how the others at the table were like because if that was me idk what i’d do
i might cry or be like “wow u guys are such great actors” but inside my head because i’m an introvert
but god that was,,,,,,, yeah
and when they of course showed The flashback scene and i saw in’s outfit i cried because he truly never went back home
okay i think that’s it i literally took almost an hour to write this because i tried following the episode while having a thousand thoughts in my head + make lots of typos lmao
i hope these aren’t too bothersome to u guys ;; i post these because i need to share my thoughts somewhere but if someone doesn’t want to see them u can mute the tags i use in these posts or something hhhhh
i might use an specific one for these tho because if i gotta make 17 of these at least let’s make them be organised some way,,,,,
alrighty that’s all byebyeeeee
#until we meet again#uwma#uwma ep6#tw suicide#i mention it and it's only once but better be safe than sorry!!!
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Third time watching Rent and still cried at Angel's funeral -mf will anon
OHHH I LOVE RENT i was just thinking abt rewatching it last night wow twins!! I’ve watched it so many times in my life heck I still listen to the soundtrack regularly enough. my mom used to make me look away during mimi’s club scene (I was like 8 so I mean . yeah) . and I had a joke w my folks where i’d sing roger’s “who do you think you are / barging in on me and my guitar; little lady the door is that way” when I’m interrupted on the day LOL wow yeah . anyway I also will never not cry over angel’s funeral.
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Wishes Do Come True - Dylan O’Brien
Author: @mf-despair-queen
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Summary: Dylan doesn’t expect all of his birthday wishes to come true when he is away from his girlfriend filming. But, they do and he couldn’t be happier.
Word Count: 14,778
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Make Outs, Romantic Hand Holding, Boob Job, Side Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Bath Sex, Face Riding, Cowgirl, Doggy
Notes: Two days and 15k later. Happy 27th Birthday to our dearest Dylan O’Brien. I hope he’s been having the best birthday ever. And this, naturally goes toward’s @brien-odylan‘s Dylan Birthday Week. Hope y’all enjoy! Thanks to her, @roscoeknows and @lara-stilinski for lurking and helping develop the plot!
“I’m glad you guys are having fun filming. I’m sorry I can’t be there to support you and distract you like normal, Dyl. You know how work can be.”
Dylan let out an inaudible sigh into his phone, running a hand through his greased from sweat hair. His jacket scrunched up against his shoulders as he slunk deeper into his seat, beginning to dread the call he had made. His stomach churned with unhappiness, the sense of yearning he had unquenchable. He anxiously bit at his thumb nail, his eyes glued to the ground.
“Baby, it’s fine. You know you don’t have to be sorry. I can’t expect you to travel everywhere with me when I’m working. You have a job and you have to pay your rent, even though I told you to come live with me. You know I wish I could see your face every day. You know I miss you more than anything, almost as much as my Mets,” he chuckled solemnly. “But I get it. It’s nice hearing your voice though, especially when it’s super early for you.”
“It’s eight AM. It’s not that early.”
“It’s Saturday. You should be sleeping in, not talking to my sorry ass,” he teased. He smiled when he heard your giggle.
“I like talking to your sorry ass though. It’s a fine little ass and I love it very much. Just like I love you.”
The confession made Dylan’s heart stop, the frown coming again. “I love you too,” he whispered, fighting back a sniffle. “Fuck, I miss you so much, Y/N. It’s just not the same here without you. I miss seeing your face every day.”
“I know, Dyl. You know I miss you too. The bed is lonely without you.”
Dylan chuckled to himself, wiping at his eyes. He knew he was ready to cry and was battling not to. “Too bad you couldn’t come down for my birthday tomorrow.”
“I wish I could have. But Mr. Hartford wants me in the office first thing in the morning. We have that article to finish and he’s getting antsy about it.”
“You should have told him no,” Dylan grumbled. “Get someone else to do it.”
“But if I want that promotion-”
“I know, I know.”
“I promise we will do something when you come back, Dylie. We’ll go to a Mets game or to your favorite club. Whatever you want,” you told him. “I know you have a few more weeks, but we will do something the second you are back.”
“Alright,” he sighed, licking his lips. He glanced up to see the scene finishing, Kaya walking off set. “I have to go. They finished the scene they were filming so I’m probably gonna be needed. You know they can’t do anything without me.”
You laughed, imagining the smirk he held. “Ok, cocky asshole.”
“Hurtful!” he whined. “But seriously, I love you.”
“I love you too. I’m sending you lots of hugs and kisses. And I will give you a call tomorrow to wish you happy birthday.”
“You should do more than just call,” he implied, biting his lip. “I’d love to see you. In… multiple ways.”
“We’ll see. I have a plan for you, birthday boy. Don’t work too hard, alright?”
He heard you yawn, shaking his head. “I won’t. Get some rest, angel.”
“Bye, Dylie.”
“Bye.”
Dylan ended the call, dropping his phone with his stuff beside his chair. He let out a louder sigh this time, ruffling his hair. Being away from home for so long was stressful, especially when your loved ones are back in Los Angeles while he sat working in South Africa. He enjoyed his work and what he had seen of the country, but he was missing affection and love. Being away from you, his girlfriend of four years, made him depressed. And seeing as his birthday was tomorrow, August twenty-sixth, he had wished you would be able to come out to spend time with him. That was until you dejectedly spilled the news to him about work. You also told him that funds were tight, though he offered to pay for your ticket. Your stubborn attitude didn’t let him, naturally.
He felt alone. Sure, Dylan had his castmates. They were his second or third family outside his own family and the Teen Wolf family, but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to feel your constant, warming love surrounding him. He wanted to spend much deserved time with you since you had barely been able to see each other as of late. And he definitely wanted to indulge in a heaping helping of birthday sex where you rode him like a cowgirl, getting drunk on your kisses while his hands roamed every inch of your body. He wanted the things he could only share with you, but they were things he wouldn’t get this year.
Dylan wiped his eyes dry on his way towards the set, draping his arm around Kaya. “So. What scene is next?”
“None,” Wes told them all before anyone could answer. Dylan’s brow rose, jaw dropping in question. He glanced at a nearby camera that held the time, seeing it was barely after five pm.
“But don’t we have more to film? We had to do those retakes the other day-”
“We’re fine, Dylan,” Wes told the young man. He gave Dylan’s shoulder a firm pat. “We’re right on schedule. Ahead, actually. So, going home early isn’t an issue at all. Get some rest and be ready for tomorrow.”
“Oh ya. I love working on my birthday,” Dylan told him sarcastically, sticking his tongue out in amusement. “But you’re sure that we’re ok to head back now?”
“Of course,” Wes said.
“Come on, mate,” Thomas laughed, leaning on Dylan’s shoulder. “Don’t argue. It’s an early night off. We can head back to the hotel, order take out, take a hot shower, and sleep earlier!”
“I could definitely go for a good night of sleep,” Dylan hummed. He rolled his neck, shrugging his shoulders to ease the tension that had built up in them. “Well, we will see you tomorrow then, Wes.”
“Sounds good,” the director chimed. Before the cast walked away, he called out one last thing. “And happy birthday, Dylan!”
Dylan’s forehead scrunched together, but he thanked his boss nonetheless. He didn’t understand the point in wishing him a happy birthday now when he could easily do it the next day, but he wouldn’t dismiss the kind gesture.
Dylan ended up keeping to himself the entire way back to hotel, the heartache beginning to seep deeper. The others all talked happily, yet he sat quietly, lost his the sea of his thoughts. When the car dropped them off, he was quick to decline on the offer for chinese take out, telling everyone that he was just going to shower and sleep earlier. No one questions, but they gave sad looks to the man, sympathizing with the actor’s predicament. They watched him hurry into the hotel, making a beeline for the elevator without acknowledging anyone.
After an hour, Dylan had crash onto his hotel bed, freshly showered and not sweaty. The smell of mint and strawberry lingered in the room, the steam from his searing hot shower still wafting through the air. He took extra long under the rain shower just to relax and to clear his thoughts, though the latter didn’t happen. He barely managed to pull on a pair of shorts afterwards, feeling physically and emotionally drained from his constant anxiety and depression.
He grabbed his phone from the table, clicking it on to see the picture on his lockscreen. It was a black and white filtered photo of you both during a day at the pool. You both had confined yourselves to the jacuzzi, Posey cracking up that his OTP was having alone time. Your arms were around his neck, the actor pulling you into his side. His eyes were hidden by his Raybans and yours were shut tightly, your lips pressed to his scruffy cheek happily. When he unlocked his phone, you were inside as well, curled up on the couch in his California home in nothing but a Mets sweater that hid your shorts and thigh high socks. Your face was nearly hidden in your knees, one eye poking out and the corner of your smile peering at him cheekily.
Seeing your face made him want to call you like nothing else. He was tempted to facetime you just so he could see your face. His finger hovered over the button before promptly locking his phone and dropping it beside him, pulling his pillow into his hold instead. He resisted the urge, knowing that you were sleeping again from the time difference. He turned on his TV to distract himself, minding some mindless comedy on Comedy Central to numb his mind too.
The ringing of his phone broke him from his thoughts, begrudgingly grabbing it from the duvet. He was skeptical as to why Thomas was calling him since he was only a few doors down, but he slid the green button to answer anyway, pressing it to his ear. “What?”
“Come here please. I need help with something.”
“Do I have to?” Dylan asked tiredly. He didn’t want to move. “Can’t you ask Ki Hong or something.”
“You’re the only person i can trust with this. Please, mate. I need you help.”
Dylan groaned. “Fine. Give me a second to find a shirt.”
“You’re the best. Thank you. I knew I could count on you!” Thomas mused before hanging up.
Dylan hurriedly grabbed a black shirt from his suitcase, pocketing his phone and wallet that had his room key on his way out the door. He skirted down the hall to Thomas’ door, knocking loudly. No one answered the first time, Dylan growing increasingly frustrated. “Thomas?”
“Sorry, sorry!” his friend called on the other side of the door, opening it. The room behind him was dark, Dylan growing cautious. “I’m glad you could come. I need your help.”
“I’m here to help,” Dylan murmured sarcastically. He stepped in, the door shutting behind them. The men were engulfed in complete darkness. “Why are the lights off?”
“That’s what I need help with,” Thomas said. Dylan had to contain his scoff at the lame reasoning he was hearing. “I think my lights are out.”
“And you called me instead of housekeeping?” Dylan pondered aloud. Thomas only hummed in response. “Did you try the light switch?”
“There’s a switch?” Thomas asked.
“Seriously, dude?” Dylan asked again. He stumbled forward, cursing when he kicked a suitcase and the ironing board, tripping over Thomas’ shoes. “It’s right here. Somewhere.”
His fingers brushed the switch, hearing it click when he pressed it. The lights in the room flickered on, Dylan freezing when he was welcomed with a booming “Surprise!” Almost falling over in shock, he stared at his castmates - his Maze Runner family - that were sitting in Thomas’ room with trays of chicken, pasta and veggies, a case of beer on the table. Mario Kart was set up for nostalgia on the sixty inch tv. Some balloons were floating about, some streamers draping the walls while there was party confetti littering the tables around the food.
“W-what’s all of this?” he asked, peering around at his friends.
“We know you’ve been a bit down lately since Y/N couldn’t come and you aren’t seeing your family at all for your birthday. So, we thought we would try to cheer you up a bit by throwing you a birthday party early!” Will told him.
“We just want you to be happy, mate,” Thomas told him.
“We were planning to celebrate tomorrow, but this is better,” Ki Hong grinned.
“You guys didn’t have to do this for me,” Dylan muttered. “You know I hate celebrating my birthday.”
“Come on, Dyl,” Kaya whined. “Let’s have some fun.”
She pouted at the lead actor, making him chuckle. “Fine, fine. Crack me open a beer and decide who’s asses I’m going to kick in Mario Kart.”
“My man!” Ki Hong laughed.
Time flew by, Dylan beginning to lighten up. Alcohol was a godsend, his best friend at this time. It made his mind buzz and his strained body ease. His stomach was full and his hands hurt from the multiple rounds of Mario Kart that were played. Yet, his heart still felt empty with longing. All of the fun he was having, yet he wanted to share it with the one person that mattered most to him. You weren’t by his side to enjoy this with him, and that made him feel cold despite the warmth that came from the drinks, food and fun.
“I think it’s cake time!” Thomas said. Dylan stuck his tongue out.
“Guys, you know you didn’t have to get a cake.”
“What kind of birthday would it be without cake?” Will asked. “Come on, man. It’s chocolate with this Bailey’s frosting. It sounded superb.”
“I do like booy chocolate,” he chuckled. “Fine. One slice.”
“Oh no,” Rosa said, bringing it out and placing it on the table in front of him. “You have to blow out the candles. All twenty-seven of them.” She shook the pack of candles in her hand, popping it open to start placing them in.
“Oh God. You guys are crazy.”
He watched Rosa strategically place each candle, faintly hearing a phone go off behind him. He heard faint murmuring before Kaya spoke up. “Hey guys. It’s Ben so I’m going to go talk to him for a few. Go ahead with the cake. I’ll be back in a few. Leave the door cracked for me.”
“Got it.”
Dylan stayed put, watching as they finally started to light the candles. No one bothered to turn the lights down. They just broke into singing horribly to make the man laugh. When they finished, everyone around him began urging him to make a wish before blowing out the candles. Dylan didn’t to think hard on it. He knew exactly what he wanted. He had known for a while. So, even if it was pathetically unrealistic, he would still wish for it.
I wish Y/N could be here to celebrate my birthday with me.
With his focus on the cake and the wish he was making, he didn’t hear the door open and close and two - not one - set of footsteps approaching him slowly. Just as he blew out the candles, his world went dark, two hands covering his eyes. He blinked once, eyelashes fluttering against the person’s hands. He felt a pair of lips against his ear that felt both refreshing an scandalous, a shiver running up his spine.
“Guess who,” he heard.
He quickly snapped up from his seat, the hands falling from his face. He turned to fast for his buzzed mind, the world spinning and his body tumbling into the couch. But his eyes weren’t deceiving him. You were standing in front of him, giving your classic smile that made him melt. “Oh my God,” he mumbled.
“Hi Dyl,” you bemused cheerfully.
“Y/N,” he said. He rushed around the couch to face you fully, cupping your face. His thumbs rubbed your cheeks, getting a sense of reality. “You’re here. You’re really here.”
“I��m here.”
“How? Why? What?” he rambled. “How is this possible? How are you here?”
“I’ve been here all day,” you told him. “I got in this morning and have been in Kaya’s room waiting for… well, this.”
“So, when I called you-”
“I was here.”
“But, I don’t get it. How are you here?” he asked.
“Well, I sort of lied about the work thing. I wasn’t lying about funds, but everyone pitched in to buy me a ticket to come visit for a few days,” you told him. His brow furrowed, lips puckering in dismay.
“You let them pay for a ticket but you won’t let your boyfriend?”
You giggled. “Dylan, they flew me out as a birthday surprise for you.”
“Oh…”
“Yes. Oh.”
His smile grew, tugging your face closer to his. “Well, I’m glad they did then,” he whispered. “They made my birthday wish come true.”
“Did they?”
“They sure did. I wished just now that you could be here to celebrate my birthday with me. And, here you are. My wish came true,” he hummed.
“That’s good then,” you told him, arms wrapping around him. “You deserve all your wishes to come true.”
He pulled you into a kiss, your body melting into his. Unfortunately, it was short lived, Ki Hong making a sour face. “Save that for your own time. Like tomorrow when I’m not around to puke on you.”
Dylan pulled away, glancing to his running friend. “Tomorrow? What are you talking about? We have work.”
“No, you don’t,” everyone said. Dylan blinked.
“What?”
“Wes agreed to give you tomorrow off to spend time with Y/N. His birthday gift to you,” Kaya said.
“Really?” Everyone nodded. “You guys did all of this for me?”
“Of course,” Thomas said. “You’re family. We wanted to give you a nice birthday. And we knew this would be the best way to do that. You’ve been missing Y/N, so what better way to spend your birthday than sightseeing with your girlfriend?”
Dylan smiled. “Thanks guys. This really is a wish come true. You guys are the best.”
“You’re making me emotional,” Ki Hong faked. “Group hug!”
“Nope,” Dylan was quick to say, taking your hand. “We’re gonna head to bed. I appreciate everything you guys did, though. You are the best!”
“Be safe!” Ki Hong yelled.
“Happy birthday!” everyone else called, not bothering to fight the retreating man. They knew this would happen, but it was beyond understandable. The way Dylan smiled made the room radiate, his mood doing a full one-eighty. That was all they needed.
You laughed to yourself at Dylan eagerness, strutting into his room when he slammed the door, locking it. He looked out the peephole to make sure no one had followed from the party before backing into the room. When he turned around, he was met by your body, your form pressed solidly to his and your arms around his neck. Dylan sighed in contentment, resting his hands on your waist.
“Now, no one can disturb us,” he reminded you. His fingers danced against your waist, pushing up your tank top slightly. “So, you were saying before?”
“I was saying how much I love you and miss you,” you laughed. Dylan chuckled, knowing those words were never spoken, but he didn’t argue. He loved hearing them. You pushed up against him, your lips almost on his. “Happy birthday, Dylie.”
“I love you,” he said before pressing his lips to yours. The second they made connection, you melted in his arms. You pushed up desperately, trying to feel more of him, needing to feel his lips to yours. You pushed up harder than normal, the desire fueling your actions. The force from your push made him stumble backwards, his legs hitting the end of the bed. You both went toppling with short yelps, laughing when you realized what happened.
You laid on top of him, Dylan tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He gave a gentle smile, taking your chin in his hand and pulling you forward into a sensual kiss. You moaned instantly, tilting your head to mash your lips together better. It was slow to start, lips dragging against each other, disconnecting in subtle smacks that roamed the air around you. Your noses brushed with each kiss. Your hands threaded through his luscious locks and his tugged at your tank top.
You rolled around on the bed, the kissing growing into a more intense make out. Every roll of your bodies led to a piece of clothed shed from your skin, discarded precariously into the room. When you sat up together, Dylan on top, his shirt came off, yours following the next time you rolled over with you on top. His hips shimmied to wiggle free from his shorts, yours coming off much easier with Dylan’s skilled hands working on them.
Laying in just your underwear, you finally ended up in a single position with you straddling his hips, your lips feverishly attacking his. Lips parted so tongues could play, twisting together in a swirl of saliva. Your hips would roll into his, moaning into the smoldering kiss when his covered erection would roll against your core. The fabric you both wore impeded the connection you were trying to get to on instinct, only making you antsier and hornier. Your core ached and became moist, Dylan’s cock growing hard and straining against his underwear.
Dylan worked your bra off, tossing it behind you without breaking the kiss. His hands cupped your breasts, running the pads of his thumbs of the nipples. They were kneaded gently between his fingers, your moans growing more frequently and your rocking hips speeding up, digging deeper against him. Your nails scratched at his scalp, tugging at his chocolate locks.
“Dyl,” you murmured, pulling from the kiss. “Please. I need you. I need to feel you. God, it’s been too long.”
“Agreed,” he said, nodding at you. He placed another kiss to your lips, grinning widely. “God, I missed you. I’ve been dying to feel you in my arms again. I can’t wait to feel you.”
He rolled you onto your back, pulling off your cheekster panties. He scurried off the bed to rummage through his suitcase, finding the box of emergency condoms he brought with him. “Grab a couple,” you laughed, seeing Dylan’s eyes light up. The man came back with a small handful of the XL condoms, placing them on the table beside the bed. He pushed his boxers down to reveal his erect cock, tip red and shaft sticking straight out towards you. Dylan rolled the first condom on hastily, resuming his position on the bed over you, settled between your legs. You mewled in contentment when he slid through your folds a few times, getting the rubber lubricated.
“Ready?” he asked. You gave him a pointed look, Dylan chuckling. “I just wanted to make sure. I don’t just want to shove myself inside you and you aren’t ready for it.”
“I love how sweet you are,” you told him. “But, I need you inside me. Stop wasting time.”
“Temper, temper,” he teased.
The tip poked at your core once before he slid inside completely, bottoming out in one flawless motion. You moaned at the feeling, a smile forming on your face. You missed the feeling, suddenly feeling complete and full with him inside you. You missed how Dylan’s body would press to yours just as he did now, your limbs tangled together in a sea of twists and turns. You missed the way your hands molded together like they were meant to be, two jigsaw pieces linking together through laced fingers extended above your head. You missed the way he would kiss you whenever he got the chance, lips never leaving yours even as he began to thrust into you.
It was slow. It was tender. It was passionate. Every thrust of his hips so his shaft rubbed against your sensitive walls made you shiver and moan. Your body was burning and you saw fireworks popping behind him in an explosion of colors. His movements were somewhat calculated and not the way he normally would move, but you were enjoying everything regardless. Every emotion he had - every minute of you both missing each other - was conveyed and it was the focal point of the feelings you felt.
Sadly, the slow motion didn’t spur enough arousal for you. It only managed to turn you on more, your blood pumping with the plea for something else. You wanted to feel him pound you. You wanted to feel the adrenaline that came from sex with him. As much as you enjoyed the passionate sex with the man you loved, you wanted to get wild too. The need for ecstasy was uncontainable, making you want to feel the high you knew came with Dylan O’Brien.
“More,” you told him. His movements ceased for a second to stare into your eyes, seeing the lust that had formed with the need for release. That seemed to be the spark he needed, his eyes flashing a dark color and glistening with readiness. “Faster. Harder. Deeper. I love this passionate sex because I’m missed you, but it’s taking too long to please me. I need you, Dyl.”
“I can do that.”
He pressed his lips to yours in a fiercer kiss, his hips pulling back to slam harder into your core. Your moan was muffled, clenching his hands harder. The motions repeated, speeding up until he was rapidly pistoning into you, hitting the spots that always made you soar into the heavens. This was when he was able to hit your g-spot with every thrust, his hips clapping noisily against yours. Your hands disconnected so he could hold himself up, focusing on his powerful thrusts into you.
Even through the condom, he was sensitive. He would feel every inch of warmth and every moist drop you secreted. You loved the way your walls hugged his length, making his thrusts harder to accomplish, but he pushed on because it felt too wonderful to stop. He figured the time apart was the deciding factor. Not having seen you and feel you, not having been able to have sex with you for far too long, made everything ten times better than normal. He twitched at the thought of cumming inside you, a smidge depressed that he was still confined to the condom around him.
“Fuck,” he cursed lowly, feeling himself twitch against your walls. Your moans rang in his ears, his breathing increasing into heavy pants. His chest heaved, eyes closing to chase the high he was at. He barely felt your arms circle his neck and pull him close, you murmurs telling him that you were close. The second he sped up, you were goo and you were at that point that you were overcome with joy. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too,” you whimpered at him, though you weren’t sure if he heard. His forehead laid to your collarbone, sloppy thrusts pushing harder. The twitching increased, pulsing seeping through your walls to spur your high. You blinked back the dots of your high, letting out an ear piercing moan. Your juices spilled out around the rubber and your walls clung to him, your nails ending up down his back in trails of red scratches. Your core around him grew hotter, his cock sliding with ease from the wetness. He felt it all through the condom, though he didn’t fill you up when he, too, came. The strings of his hot, white seed spilled into the gap at the tip of the rubber, your tightened walls milking every last drop he had built up into the condom.
He stilled to let your both relax, pulling out and discarding the filled condom when your arms fell from around him. He chuckled at the lopsided grin you had, arms sprawled to embrace your happiness. You were exposed to him, Dylan’s eyes falling to your chest naturally. His tongue ran over his lips, any chances for his cock to go limp now squandered. He felt himself harder three times in that single second, his mouth watering. He loved your breasts beyond belief. They were the perfect size to him no matter how many times you thought they were imperfect through your relationship. They were perky with the nipples boisterous and upright. They were round and fit perfectly in his palms and mouth. He didn’t care if they were large or small because, in his eyes, they were the best breasts around. And they were all his.
He didn’t say anything when he leaned down, taking a nipple between his lips. You mewled happily, back arching into him as he ravished the bud with sucks, licks and countless numbers of kisses. Your hands wove through his hair once more, enjoying the way his lips tugged at your nipples when he pulled away, flicking it up and down before it was back in his mouth for another kiss. His hips ground against yours, feeling you shake in delight.
“I love your tits,” he mused, his hot breath fanning over your nipple. You arched into him in response, giving his hair a sharp tug. “You know what else I love about them? I love when they wrap around my cock and I can fuck your tits until I cum on your face.”
You shivered, licking your lips. “Well, what are you waiting for?” you asked, eyes glinting when you looked up at him. Dylan’s lips curled upwards in a devious smile, hips slithering their way up your body until he was resting over your chest, trying not to crush you with his large, muscled form. His fully erect cock rested against your chestplate, in the valley between your breasts. He slid between them a few times, Dylan adding a bit of spit, pumping himself with it, to lube himself for the task he was about to do.
“Hold them together for me, angel,” he commanded. You did as he asked, pushing your breasts together until they were hugging him completely, constricting his shaft between them. Dylan grunted to himself, tousling his hair in a single swipe of the hand. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
“Come on, Dylie,” you mused. “Give me everything you got.”
His thrusts were uneven and messy, shaft sliding in the gap between your breasts hurriedly. Even if it was the least skilled he ever was, he moaned loudly, almost breathlessly. You could see the pure joy on his face, knowing he was loving it just as much as you were. There was something erotic about the position, something sexy about him sliding between your breasts quickly. It felt odd at times, but it also felt uniquely marvelous. Your tongue poked out to lick teasingly at his tip when he neared you, tasting the precum that came out of it.
“Oh god. So good,” he moaned, speeding up. You moaned in response, trying to taste more of him between thrusts. You pushed your breasts together more, making the feeling around him tighter. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He seemed close, twitching sporadically against each breast. He seeped more fluids, making you mewl with every slurp you managed to get in. You were preparing for the beads of cum to dot your face, wanting to taste him on your tongue. You wanted to swallow every last drop that would inevitably land in your mouth, the remains dribbling onto your chest like a pearl necklace.
But it never came. He pushed your hands away from your chest, releasing himself from the breast gap he had occupied. He moved off of you, turning you onto your side with a swift yelp. You heard his hand slap onto the bedside table to grab a condom, his grunts and curses growing louder and more frequent when he failed in sliding the rubber on a few times, the rubber almost slipping from his hands a few times.
Finally managing to slid it on, you felt his chest to your back, your leg lifted and slung carelessly over his bony waist. The tip slid into you once or twice, sliding in completely before he left you vacant, his lips finding your cheek when you let out a string of whimpers and mewls. He slid into you entirely, seating himself as far in as he could. There he sat, taking a moment to slid an arm under your head and grabbing your breast while the other hand rubbed at your swollen clit leisurely.
“Dyl,” you moaned at him, turning to face him as best you could. He grinned, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to your lips, the two barely separating when he started thrusting. They skimmed to each other when your body shook from his powerful thrusts, his hips clapping into your ass and his balls hitting your folds. His hand on your breast gave a tight squeeze, pushing harder and faster. “Oh God, yes!”
“God, I love you,” he told you, burying his face in your hair, listening to you moan. He felt your walls contracting, spontaneously clutching him completely. The hand on your clit rubbed faster, increasing your moans in frequency and volume. The hand on your chest moved up to your neck, giving it a squeeze to keep you close to him. It wasn’t hard enough to restrict the flow of air, but choking you always managed to make you more wet, the pleasure you felt amplified to levels that were out of this world. You clawed at the bed, tugging at the duvet and sheets, hearing his ever so consistent compliments and confessions of love, mumbling things at you that he admired.
“Dyl,” you whined. “Kiss me. Please. I’m cumming.”
“Me too,” he huffed breathlessly. “You feel so good, angel. Fuck, you feel so good.”
He rubbed harder to your clit, nudging you to the final high you needed. Your were spilling around him with waves of arousal, your moan filling the room. You turned to kiss him, Dylan enveloping your lips completely in a needy connection. That was the flame he needed that burned the knot inside him, his grunt covered while he released into you - well, the condom inside you. He filled the tip of the rubber just as he did before, giving a few extra drops when he felt your toes curling against his lower half and your hand cover his that rested on your clit, giving a loving hold. He thrust until there was nothing left inside him, your body going limp in his hold slightly.
He pulled out and tossed the second condom, lying on his back. Your turned in his arm, resting against his chest. The man was still hard, already reaching for a third condom, preparing to push you back again and fuck you until you were seeing stars and fireworks. But you caught his hand halfway, stopping him. He blinked in confusion, turning to look at you.
“I’m tired,” you told him, letting out a loud yawn. “I’m still kind of jetlagged.”
“But-”
“No buts,” you scolded, tapping his nose playfully. It scrunched up in annoyance, wrinkling cutely. “Besides, you know there is more of that to come, birthday boy.”
“There is?” he asked, smiling gleefully.
“What kind of birthday would it be without sex?” you teased, kissing his lips lightly. “Just you wait. Definitely more to come.”
“Can I have it now?” he pleaded.
“Nope. You can wait,” you told the stubborn man. Without waiting for his protest, you curled into his chest, lacing your fingers with his against his stomach. He sighed to himself. Shifting your forms so he could cover your nude bodies with the duvet, he kissed the top of your head, turning off the light by his bed. “Also, happy birthday, Dyldo-Brien.”
Dylan glanced at the clack, smiling sleepily to himself. He felt the wave of exhaustion hit him when he realizing how late it was. In fact, it was so late, he didn’t realize it was officially his birthday. He hugged you close, nuzzling into your hair. “Thank you, angel. I love you.”
“Love you,” came your slurred response, both of you falling into a restful night of sleep that neither had in a long while.
~
“Wake up!” you screamed, jumping on the bed. Dylan groaned, burying further into his pillow. You huffed in annoyance, dragging the duvet off his bare body, giving his behind a firm smack. “Get up!”
“No!” he whined.
“Dyl, it’s your birthday! We have lots of fun planned for today! So get up!”
“Five more minutes.”
You pouted, staring down at the handsome man. Slowly, your lips curled and you said, “Well, I guess we can’t start off your big day with some sex. I’m just standing here, naked. Waiting for you to take me.”
“I’m up!” he yelped, sitting upright. He was rather disappointed when he heard you crack up, finding you fully dressed in shorts and a loose shirt that hung off one shoulder. You jumped off the bed, tossing him a pair of blue board shorts and a black shirt. “You’re a horrible person.”
“I love you too,” you laughed. Dylan fell back on the bed, making you huff. “Dylan.”
“Five more minutes.”
You sighed, moving to hover over him. He cracked an eye open, his smile tugging upwards when he saw you. You couldn’t stop your own smile, pressing your lips to his. Your hair ticked his face, Dylan ready to pull you onto the bed. You backed away before he could, pushing his hands from your waist. “Happy birthday. Now, get up. We have to be at the waterfront soon.”
“What?” he asked, rolling out of bed to get dressed. “Why?”
“You sent me pictures of that time you went boating when Julia came out to visit, right? Well, now, we are going!”
Dylan chuckled, pulling on his shoes. You already had bags packed, standing at the door with them in hand. You were bouncing, your sunglasses ready to fall off the top of your head. “You’re super excited, aren’t you?” he asked, grabbing his phone and wallet.
“Absolutely!” you chimed. You followed Dylan out of the room, tugging him down into a kiss in the middle of the hallway. His smile was obvious against your lips, making you melt into him. “I definitely look forward most to spending the time with you today. I have lots of fun things planned.”
“Is that so?” he chuckled, dragging you towards the elevator, taking the bags from you and throwing it over his shoulder. Your hands stayed interlocked the entire way out of the hotel to the car that was taking you to your destination. “We are going boating for a few hours. I figured we can go swimming a little bit while we are out. Then when we get back, I want to go shopping, or at least browsing. Just wandering around together.”
“What about dinner?” he asked.
“I figured we could go to Foxcroft. I think you mentioned it once, so I thought that would be a good place to go. Have a few beers and some food before we head back to the room for the night,” you told him.
“You really have this planned out,” he chuckled.
“Only the best for you.”
You were taken to the waterfront where a boat was waiting, both of you cuddling together when it left the dock. Dylan played with your hair while you took pictures, basking in the sunlight that rained down on you. Both of you wore sunglasses that hid your eyes. The ocean breeze flowed over your forms, you both sharing a multitude of laughs while you stared off into the horizon.
When the boat came to a stop, bobbing in the water, you escaped his grasp, leaving him sitting on the padded seat drinking his soda. He watched you like a hawk as you started digging through the bag, pulling out a towel. His eyes were trained on your backside, licking his lips.
Man, I wish she has that blue bikini with the white flowers on under her clothes. She always looks so good with that. It’s my favorite one she has, he thought to himself.
Slowly, you pulled off your shirt, adjusting your bikini top. Dylan gaped a bit, seeing the specific bikini on your form that he wanted to see. “Holy…”
“What?” you asked, wiggling out of your shorts. Dylan leaned forward on his knees to watch your hips shake from side to side, the denim dropped to the deck of the boat and kicked off.
“I love my birthday,” he muttered to himself. You heard him clearly, making your way over to him. “Birthday wishes are the best. Wishes come true, baby. And I got a true angel in front of me.”
“You, good sir, are being cheesy. And you aren’t drunk yet,” you giggled. You carefully straddled his waist, running your hands up and down his chest sensually, massaging his muscles through his shirt. “Now, why doesn’t we just take this off of you and get this party started.”
Dylan nodded, leaning down to kiss you. You hummed into it, letting him control it like he always did, even if you were on top. Your lips parted to let his tongue roam your mouth, his lips dragging along yours slowly and tastefully. When you disconnected, his arms raised above his hair, the shirt removed from his body and tossed away. His hands found your waist and yours rubbed at his shoulders, resuming the kisses you had started.
His hands move to your butt, giving it a firm squeeze through your bottoms. You mewled against his lips, rubbing your hands back down his body, feeling his muscles flex under your touch before playing with the hairs of his happy trail. Your heads tilted in different directions so your lips could smash together perfectly. Your tongues played between your cheeks, the kiss growing heated faster than you would expect.
Just as his hands started moving upwards towards your bikini top, you pushed off of him, hearing him groan in disapproval. “Angel-”
“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” you told him. You kicked the boat’s ladder into the water, placing your sunglasses with your stuff before climbing onto the side of the boat, jumping over the edge. You screamed happily, doing a pose in the air before you hit the water. Dylan had managed to pull out his phone to record you before you jumped into the water, posting it to the instagram he caved and made. “Come on, Dyl!”
“I’m coming!” he hollered, removing his sunglasses. He raced towards the edge, laughing when he went flying off the edge. “Cannonball!”
The water splashed you when he hit, knees tucked against his chest. He disappeared under the water, making you start to wonder where he was. “Dylan?” you called, treading the water as you spun in circles. You ended up shrieking when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you partially out of the water when he resurfaced. You peered down at him, gazing at the bright smile he had. “Well, hello.”
“Hello, my angel,” he murmured to you, letting you slide back down his body into the water. Your breasts were mashed against his chest, Dylan’s arms tightly clung to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs circling his own waist. “Do you come here often?”
“I don’t,” you hummed. Dylan swam in circles with you in his arms, letting the water splash around your bodies in the coolness it offered. “But, I’m glad I came.”
“Me too,” he whispered, placing a hand at the back of your head, giving you a solid kiss that made your body melt happily. You eagerly returned the kiss, the two of you floating through the water for a long while, sharing kisses while swimming around the boat casually. The entire time, you were glad you were able to come, overjoyed to be spending time with the man you loved in a beautiful place such as Cape Town, South Africa. But, what made everything the best, was being in his arms, floating in the water and enjoying his birthday.
Around midday, you returned to town, heading into town to peruse the shops. You walked hand in hand through the streets, taking pictures together and of the things you saw. You roamed the street vendors, trying food and messing with the items you saw. You jokingly modeled some clothes to make Dylan laugh, buying things every once in a while as memories. You bought him Cape Town keychain that had his name on it as a joke birthday gift, the vendor giving you a discount when he learned it was your boyfriend’s big day.
“Excuse me,” some girls said, catching yours and Dylan’s attention. They were holding their phones, staring up at the actor with twinkling eyes. They seemed awestruck by the man in front of them. “Are you Dylan O’Brien?”
Dylan chuckled, nodding. “Yeah. I am.”
“C-can we, um,” one of the girls stuttered. “Can we get a picture please?”
“Um…” Dylan started, unsure what to answer. He felt bad. He was out with you for his birthday, yet he still managed to get stopped by fans. He turned to you, relaxing slightly when he saw the smile on your face.
“It’s fine, Dyl. I’m gonna go check out a store really quick. Just wait here and I will be back,” you told him. You gave him a quick kiss, the girls squealing cutely when they saw it. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” he called to your quickly retreating form. He turned back to the fans, giving them a completely genuine grin. “Now, how about those pictures?”
“Was that your girlfriend?” they asked. “Y/N?”
“Yeah,” he hummed dreamily. “She came out to visit and celebrate my birthday.”
“Oh, that’s right! It’s your birthday!” the tallest one said.
“Happy birthday Dylan!” they hummed happily.
“Thanks girls,” he told them wholeheartedly.
He took the camera from them, taking a selfie with them. He gave each of them a hug afterwards, signing a few autographs. People seemed to notice what was going on, Dylan getting roped into more pictures and autographs that made him antsy. He just wanted to get back to you and get back to spending time together.
When he finally escaped the crowd, he stood outside a store by himself, waiting for you to return. Glancing around, there was no sign of you, only making him sigh. He turned to the store he was standing in front of out of pure curiosity, trying to distract himself as he waited. He somehow ended up in front of a Victoria Secret-like store, the display in the window showing off a set of sexy lingerie. It made him choke slightly, mostly being caught off guard.
He stared at the display, admiring it slightly. He began to picture it on your, the dark blue silky material ending just below your ass. The bodice was partially see-through, lace rimming the top of each breasts and a flower-like design on the see-through material. It had a set of matching cheeksters that he wished he could see on you. He wanted to run in the store and buy the set, begging you to wear it when you returned to the hotel.
God, I wish I could see her wearing that. What if I just…
“Dylan~!” you sang, making him jump. Watching the man trip over his own feet and almost faceplant, you laughed, holding your bags behind your back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine,” he stated. He glanced at the bags in your hand, quirking a brow. “So, what did you get?”
“It’s a surprise,” you mused. “You’ll see later tonight.”
“Oh, really?” he hummed with a wiggle of his brow. “Will I like it?”
“I sure hope so,” you quipped. Taking his hand, you began to drag him off down the street. “Now, come on. There’s this store I found that I think you might like. Or not, I don’t know. But, the clothes are really cool and I thought it’d be fun to try some stuff on before we go to dinner. Just as some entertainment for a time killer.”
“Lead the way angel. Whatever you want to do.”
“That shouldn’t be how this works,” you pouted playfully. “It’s your birthday, baby. I should be doing anything you want.”
“Well, I already got my wish,” he said, pulling you to a stop. You were spun back into his arms, the man placing a tender kiss to your lips. “I am here, on my birthday, with the most beautiful girl in the entire world. I am out with the love of my life. I am spending my birthday with you, Y/N. And that’s all I need, all I want, every year for my birthday for the rest of my life. I love you will all my heart.”
“It almost sounds like a cheesy proposal,” you giggled.
“Would it be so wrong if it was?” he teased. “Would you say no?”
“Well, no…”
“Good,” he grinned. “But, I’m not proposing to you. Right now, at least. I will keep that for when you least expect it and when we feel we are ready. I don’t want to rush anything with you, and even if it’s be the greatest four years of my life, I don’t want to push you into anything. I mean, I want to marry you more than anything, but I want us to be in a good place and I don’t want to hurry and get married. We can definitely wait.”
“You’re rambling,” you joked, making the actor blush. “But, I understand. Propose when you want, Dylan, and I guarantee I will say yes. Spoilers, I know, but you are the love of my life and I want nothing more than to be by your side for the rest of my life. Even if we don’t get married for ten years, I would stay by your side forever.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” he bemused.
“Maybe you made a birthday wish,” you teased.
“You’re a little minx, angel,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around you and leading you away to the store you mentioned earlier.
One day, I will marry this girl.
You pulled him into the store, pulling out random shirts you thought he would enjoy. You held a few against his chest to test how they would look before you dropped them back on the rack. You grabbed a few things that you could try on as well, Dylan laughing at how excited you were, videoing you occasionally as memories.
When your arms were full, you pulled him towards the changing rooms, glancing around cautiously. Dylan looked at you suspiciously, questioning what you were doing. With a tug of the hand, he was yanked into one of the vacant rooms with you, the door locked when it shut behind you. The space was tight, but there was enough room you could both move. You took the clothes from his arms, hanging them on the hooks in the wall, pushing him back against the wall.
“Baby?”
“Shh,” you whispered. “Don’t want to get caught now, Dyl.”
“What are you doing, angel?” he asked lowly.
“Giving you a birthday present,” you smirked, dropping to your knees. You pulled down the board shorts he was wearing. You pushed up his shirt with one hand, playing with the hairs on his happy trail. “Hold this.”
He took it from you, holding it against his chest. “Angel, is this really the best time-”
“Yup,” you grinned. “Now, don’t be too noisy, Dyl. We don’t wanna get caught. But, I’m a bit thirsty and want you to cum down my throat. Isn’t that something you have been wishing for?”
“W-well, I…”
“You were just telling me like, last week how you wanted to cum down my throat and how sexy I look when you’re fucking my mouth,” you quipped, running the tips of your fingers along his shaft. He was growing harder, cock getting thicker and longer with casual twitches, with every tremble he had from your nails running along his length. He grunted noisily, using a hand to cover his mouth. “So, don’t you want me to suck you, Dyl? Right here, right now?”
“Well, we could wait for the hotel-” he tried to say, getting cut off when you kissed the bright red tip that glistened with precum. “Or here works. Oh god, here works.”
You laughed, kissing it again. “You want to fuck my mouth, Dyl? You want to cum down my throat?” you asked him again, giving him the sexiest voice you could muster. “Do you want this gift from me right now?”
“Yes please,” he gasped. “You’re a horrible person for turning me on in public, but this is also super hot and now I can’t wait till we get back. I hate you.”
“That’s a lie,” you mused, stroking his shaft with your hand. He muffled his gasps of pleasure, giving you a sharp look that made you giggle. “You love me.”
“Ok, so I love you. And?”
“Now, I show you I love you,” you hummed. “Now, I make you feel good. I please you and make you happy.”
Dylan went to retort, silenced by your lips wrapping around his tip. He watched you with ever growing hazy eyes, mouth parting at the ecstasy he got. Your cheeks were hollowed around the head of his cock, sucking profusely at it. Your tongue smoothed over the slit, your moans at his salty, sweet taste making it vibrate. Your hand stroked him quickly, your free hand fondling his balls playfully.
“Holy fuck,” he rasped louder than he meant to, seeing you pull away with a glare. “Shit. I’m sorry. It was an accident.”
“Quiet,” you reminded him. “I know I’m good, but you’re gonna get us caught.”
“Cocky bitch,” he laughed.
You smiled, resuming what you were doing, this time bobbing along his shaft more. Dylan struggled to keep silent, wanting to dirty talk you through sucking him off. Instead, he focused his attention on watching you bob against him and the way your tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing up and down the pulsating veins happily. Your hands had dropped from his length and balls, circling his body to grip at his perfectly round ass. You gave it a few playful smacks that filled the room only, Dylan’s breathing increasing every time.
“You’re mean, angel,” he let out, threading his fingers through your hair. He aided your movements, bucking his hips forward to shove his length deeper down your throat. You gagged once, having to get accustomed to his length, but took it gratefully, feeling it hit the back of your throat repeatedly. You moaned, vibrating him completely, making him moan aloud. “Fuck.”
You hummed at him, trying to tell him nonverbally to let go. He was trying to hold back, prolonging the pleasure, and it was only ruining the mood by putting him in pain. You gazed up at him, meeting the honey brown colored orbs you fell madly for. The shared look was enough to tell him what to do, the actor’s eyes drifting closed so he could chase his orgasm that came rather quickly after he gave himself up to the bliss. You moaned, his seed shooting out and down your throat, sliding down it in waves of warmth. His hips stopped, but you bobs didn’t, slurping up every last drop he had. You willfully swallowed every last drop, licking your lips clean when he had nothing else to release.
You pulled back, seeing the man before you panting heavily. But he smiled; he had a gorgeous smile that showed his undying contentment and pleasure that resulted from what you did.
“Good?” you asked, helping to fix his shorts before standing up. He pulled you into a solid hug, kissing your forehead.
“Not good,” he mumbled. “Great. Amazing. Fantastic. Out of this world. Not just good. It was perfect, Y/N.”
“I love you, Dyl,” you said.
“I love you too, Y/N,” he replied. “Now, about these clothes…”
~
Dinner was a blast. The food was delicious and you had multiple drinks that made your mind buzz happily. You shared many laughs, feeding Dylan bites of your food from across the table. He got a free slice of cake for it being his birthday, his face red when you sang to him. You were glad there were minimal interruptions, only a few fans recognizing Dylan in the restaurant and cutting in with an apology to ask for a picture or autograph.
By the time you had left the restaurant, it was dark out, but it didn’t stop you from making one last stop on the way back to the hotel. You stopped to take a romantic picture to finish the night at the Company’s Garden, a main centerpiece of Cape Town. You took a few photos together in front of the monument in the middle of the botanical gardens. The one that Dylan instantly fell in love with was the one of you both kissing, smiles evident in the glow of the lamps around you.
You were ready to collapse when you trudged into his room, kicking off your shoes at the foot of is bed. Dylan placed the large number of bags on the table in his room, following your lead in kicking off his Adidas and ripping off his shirt. He fanned himself from the heat, cranking up the AC in the room. He rolled his shoulders, feeling his muscles screaming at him for being out all day.
“I’m going to be hurting tomorrow,” he joked, hearing you laugh. “That was a long and fulfilling day though. I definitely enjoyed myself, baby. So thank you for such a great birthday.”
He stood at the end of the bed, pulling you into a hug. Your chin rested on his stomach, looking up at him. “I’m glad, Dyl. You deserve it.”
“You’re too good to me,” he said, running his hand through your hair.
“I think you’re too good to me,” you laughed. “But, how about I draw you a bath? I bought this really nice bath salt while we were out that is supposed to help relax you, unless you are too manly for that.”
Dylan rolled his eyes. “A bath sounds amazing, but you don’t have to do that for me.”
“It’s your birthday. Let me pamper you,” you told him, tapping his nose. You stood and started for the bathroom, Dylan catching your wrist. You turned back to him, staring in question.
“You can pamper me on one condition.” Your head cocked to the side. “Join me in my bath please.”
You blinked before you smiled, nodding. “Alright. Then, after the bath, I have a present for you.”
Dylan whined, letting you lead him to the bathroom. “Haven’t you done enough for me?”
“Nope. This was all part of the plan, Dyl. I’m spoiling you for your birthday. So, deal with it,” you taunted him.
“I hate you sometimes.”
“I know.” you flicked on the light, staring in awe at the bathroom. “Man, I never can get over how amazing the bathrooms are here.”
“That’s what I said when we arrived,” Dylan chuckled. He sat himself on the counter, watching you start the bath. You ran out of the room, returning with a bag. He recognized it as one of the ones you got when you disappeared earlier in the market, his curiosity piquing at what was inside. Though you pulled the bath salts from it, he knew there was more hidden in the tissue paper.
You pulled his focus away from the mysterious bag, stripping him of his remaining clothes. You let him strip you in return, giggling when he showered you with kisses. He carefully climbed into the tub, extending a hand to help you in after him, You sunk into the hot water, nestling between his legs so you could lean back against his chest. His arms wove around your waist, the pair of you relaxing in the heat mixed with the lavender scent.
You laid your head on his collar bone, playing with his fingers. He kissed the side of your head, your head turning to him. He never blinked, he never took his eyes off you. And slowly, he leaned forward, kissing you passionately like he did everytime that day. His lips formed perfectly with yours, moving against them slowly at first to test the waters.
You straddled his waist when it started to get faster, your noses bumping with every delve in. Your lips were parted for his tongue to attack yours, circling it like a shark ready to attack its prey. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer to him. Your core slid against his hardening cock, feeling it twitch into you. Your arms went around his neck, pulling his closer into you so you were flesh against him, scratching and scraping at his scalp. The hasty make out made the bath hotter around you, the feeling of his hands skimming your sensitive parts sending shivers up your spine. Your lips smacked when he pulled away for air, panting heavily.
“God, what I would give to be inside you right now,” he mumbled. He made your body roll into him move, grunting at the feeling it gave. “Fuck, I wish I could fuck you right now.”
“What’s stopping you?” you asked. You gave him a soft kiss, trailing your lips along his jaw. “No one is stopping you, Dylie.”
“But, I don’t have a condom,” he told you.
“Well, what’s stopping us from going bareback?”
Dylan pulled away, letting you sit back on his lap. “Well, you don’t like to…”
“But, it’s your birthday. And I know you’ve been dying for it. We haven’t done it for a while without the condom.”
“But, birth control?”
“I got a new shot a little over a week ago,” you hummed. “So, we should be ok.”
“Seriously?” he asked, gaping. “You’re ok with this?”
“I want to make you happy, Dylan. I know you prefer it. And, it does feel good, so it’ll be totally worth it. So, yes, we can go bareback.”
“You are a true angel,” he hummed, pulling you back into the messy kiss. You lifted yourself off of him long enough for him to align himself at your core, your body sliding down slowly. You moaned into him, stilling when he was hilt deep inside of you. Your lips continued to move against his in a heated connection, his hands kneading your breasts for a moment before finding home on your waist.
The thrusts started slow, your body rocking against his steadily. The water moved with your motions, swaying back and forth in time with your body. His cock slid in and out of you easily, the tip pressing to your sweet spot every time you seated yourself back on him. Dylan facilitated your movements, your hands on his shoulders to make your thrusts easier.
It sped up fairly quickly, his hips bucking up into you. You moaned at him, crescent-shaped marks left on embedded in his skin. The water splashing got worse, spilling over the edge of the tub onto the floor in noisy splatters. His cock dug deeper into you, making your stomach clench and your head spin. You moaned his name, Dylan’s moaning yours. Dylan loved the feeling of you around him without restriction, the sensation of sex a million times greater. You couldn’t agree more, your walls overly sensitive to his large cock thrusting up into you.
He pulled you into a kiss, the feeling overwhelming to him. His cock twitched, his stomach releasing the tension it held. His seed seeped into you in long strings, making you quiver at the warmth that ran through your veins. Your walls clung around him, milking every drop he had, adding to the juices inside you. Your juices spilled out around him, mixing in a sea of arousal in your womb.
Dylan slowed to a stop, peppering your face with light kisses. He removed himself from you, bits of your combined juices getting washed away by the bath. He mumbled multiple ‘I love you’s’ before starting to drain the tub, lifting you from the water. Warily stepping out, trying his best not to slip on the water that flooded the floor now, he placed you on the sink, wrapping you in a towel. He wrapped another around his waist, pushing the rest onto the floor to absorb as much water as he could. You couldn’t stop laughing when he tried to wring out excess droplets, crouching to clean the floor.
“Your fault,” he hummed.
“Your thrusts.”
“You enticed me into the sex,” he declared. He draped the wet towels over the edge of the tub, moving towards you. “But, you know, we can gladly continue this conversation in the room. Maybe in bed? And you can show me more about how you enticed me with sex so much that it made the water cover the floor from our bath.”
“I like that idea,” you told him. Dylan grinned, preparing to pick you up, but you stopped him. “But, I have a surprise for you.”
“You’re a mood killer.”
“You don’t know that,” you frowned. “Just go wait in the room, on the bed. You don’t have to get dressed because I have a feeling you will like what I have for you and we will be continuing what was started.”
“Well, I like that thought,” he mused. He kissed you quickly, heading out the door. “Don’t be long.”
You slammed the bathroom door behind him, the man laughing lightly. Dylan discarded his towel on a chair, not caring that we was nude when he fell back on the bed. He stared at the ceiling while he waiting, wondering what you were planning. He would only imagine what was coming up, his mind wandering to the depths. He played with his shaft as he dreamt of what things you had up your sleeve, keeping him semi-erect.
“Hey, birthday boy,” you broke into his thoughts. Dylan sat up on his elbows, eyeing your form from afar. You were leaning against the wall while twirling a strand of hair around your finger, giving him a seductive look. But he was awestruck by your attire. You were in the same set of lingerie he saw earlier, looking as beautiful as he thought you would. He licked his lips, never leaving your form as your strut towards him, almost like a model. “How do I look?”
“I love my birthday,” he breathed. “I have the most perfect girlfriend standing before me and I will never forget the sight I have been given.”
“I’m not perfect,” you fought. “But, I’m glad you like it.”
He pulled you onto the bed, hovering over you and pressing you back into the mattress. “Not like. Absolutely love and adore. It’s remarkable and I never want to forget it. It’s been burned into my memory so I can always see how beautiful you are.”
He slid down your body leisurely, tracing along the edge of your breasts before skipping to the end of the top. He lifted the bottom to find the matching cheeksters, casually pulling them down your legs. A tender kiss hit your folds, making you moan. He made his way back up to your face, giving you a kiss to the lips.
“So, did you have something you wanted to do?” he asked.
“There is,” you hummed, using all of your weight to flip him onto his back. “I want to please you.”
“I’m ok with that,” he breathed. “Definitely ok. What did you have in mind?”
“I want to ride your face.”
He blinked. “Come again? I think that’s me pleasing you, sweetie.”
“Yes and no. You like eating me out, and it gets me started for the rest of the night.”
“I do like the taste of you,” he hummed. “But, um… if we are going to continue…”
“Yes?” you asked. “What is it, Dyl?”
“Can we do it bareback still?” he asked hurriedly. “I-I’d really like that. It felt really good.”
“Of course,” you told him. “Whatever you want, Dyl.” You paused, biting your lip. “And it did feel really good.”
“I always feel good,” came his cocky remark.
You shook your head, adjusting his body into the position you wanted. When he was situated and comfortable, you eased up his body, lifting the bottom of the lingerie top. Your core was settled just above Dylan’s face, his heated breath hitting your core. It seemed to hitch once when it came right into his view, but he was proactive after that, giving it light kisses to get your juices flowing.
You placed both hands to the wall for support, sinking down onto his face more. His tongue dove into your instantly, earning Dylan a loud, rippling moan with the sweet taste on his tongue. The skillful article in his mouth twisted in circles inside you, running up and down your walls. He loved the way your body shook above him, picturing you clawing at the wall in front of you. He would surely get an earful for that, but he didn’t care at that moment. He was busy savoring your fluids, lapping at them attentively. The juices slid down his throat in waves, warming his body.
His blood was pumping harder the longer he ate you out, his tongue working to find the spots that made you scream for him. With the adrenaline in his body, the ecstasy that came from the oral, he felt his lower region throb. The pumping blood ran up up his length, making it harder and harder with every passing second and ever passing lick of your slit. It twitched against his stomach, begging for attention - more from you than from him, but it would take what it could get in that moment.
His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it quickly. His tongue never stopped, managing to dip deep inside you while alternating to flick at your clit. His thumb smeared the precum on his tip, working himself close to a high. His hand wasn’t nearly as pleasing though. He wanted to feel you around him, your wet, tight pussy clenching around him while you bounced happily against his hips. Your breasts would bounce in time with your movements. Your hips would rock just like they did against his face, swaying to making yourself feel good. The thoughts made his hand and tongue go faster, but the pleasure was stagnant, making his insides hurt with craving.
He pushed you up slightly with one hand, his tongue retracting from your core. “Baby,” he let out. “Angel.”
“What?” you asked breathlessly.
“I don’t want to cum like this,” he let out. You were puzzled, crawling off of him. Dylan saw the look on your face, jumping to continue. “Not that I don’t like when you cum in my mouth, babe! I just, I want to feel you around me. I want to cum inside you. I loved tasting you, and I love pleasing you, but I want us to enjoy this together. I want to be in you, Y/N. So fucking bad.”
“Calm down,” you laughed. “I get it, Dyl. Just relax and let me handle this.”
You gave him a slow, lingering kiss, his lips still puckered when you pulled away. You heard his disgruntled moan when you straddled him, running your wet core against his shaft before sliding down on him, his cock vanishing inside you. He was fully sheathed in one fell swoop, your hips circling against him to make him moan.
“Holy shit, yes,” he gasped. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
You laughed, rolling against him. His cock slid free from your core before disappearing again when you slammed back down on him. Dylan grunted in approval, shaking hands taking your waist to help with your thrusts. Steadily - though it was quick as well - your thrusts sped up until you were bouncing on his shaft at high speeds. Your hips clapped together, mixing with the moans you both released to fill the entire hotel room. Your hands pressed to his chest, scratching down it in long trails of red.
Dylan pushed the lingerie up, sitting up long enough to lift your arms up and pull the top off of you. It disappeared into the room, lost from thought. The actor collapsed back to the bed, licking his lips when your thrusts resumed. With nothing to bind them, your breasts bounced with your new motions, Dylan’s eyes lighting up. He was drooling at the delicious sight, panting like Pavlov’s dog. He wanted to attack them, ravishing them with his lips and tongue, but he stayed with the sight alone, giving your behind a few smacks to get you aroused more.
His legs bent, feet pressed flat to the bed. His hands settled on your waist in a firm hold, his hips bucking upwards into you. You let out a sharp yelp of pleasure, leaning further on his chest. His hands on your waist kept you still, keeping you from moving so he could do the work instead. He was antsy, you could tell, so you let him command the sex for a bit. The feeling was way better with him leading anyway; he was able to snap deeper into you, hitting spots you couldn’t manage to with your own thrusts. And with that, you both were a mess of moans and yells, screaming for each other.
He hit your g-spot repeatedly, making your eyes roll back in your head. You yelled his name, Dylan grunting at the noise. Your breasts continued to bounce with his godly thrusts, your arms shaking to hold you up. You were seeing spots, Dylan managing to hit every spot that made you feel incredible. His balls flounced against your backside, the sound of skin on skin contact growing louder and more desperate.
Dylan abruptly sat up, adjusting you so your legs were around his waist. His legs were still bent and he had to lean back on his hands to keep himself up. But with your arms going around his neck, he was kept taut to your body, chests pressed to each other. He started thrusting back into you, your lips connecting in a sensual kiss. His lips dragged against yours throughout the entire connection. The aura around you was filled with steam and smelled of sex, but it radiated passion, excitement and happiness. It exuded love and you wouldn’t change anything. Your stomach was tight in a knot, ecstasy and bliss building from his powerful thrusts.
“Cum,” he commanded deeply, voice gruff and husky. “I can’t last much longer. Cum with me, angel.”
All you could muster was a nod and moan, hugging him closer. Your head disappeared in his neck, his in yours sucking dark marks to your skin. The thrusts he did were sloppy, pushing you both closer until you were unraveling in his arms. You kissed his neck just as your came, juices coating his bare shaft inside you. Your toes curled into his back and your nails dug into his shoulders, walls clinging to his shaft like life depended on it. The second Dylan felt your juices splatter out around him, he was a mess, melting himself. His seed shot off in strings of white, mixing with your juices inside you. His thrusts continued, though slowed considerably, riding out the highs you both felt.
He lifted you off of his lap, placing you beside him on the bed. You were sitting on your knees, still shaking from your orgasm. You were busy blinking away the dots in your eyes when you were pushed forward into the pillows, moaning when you were filled again. Struggling to glance back, you found Dylan staring down at you, already thrusting into you from behind. Your hands gripped at the pillows, tugging them closer to you.
“W-what-” you tried to ask, getting shut down with a screaming moan when he hit your sweet spot harshly.
“I’m not done,” he whispered, biting at his lip. “I need you, baby. I need to feel you, to hear you moan. Fuck, I need you to cum again. God, I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” you let out. “I won’t last long though. You know what this does to me.”
“I know,” he chuckled deeply. “I’m still pretty sensitive. Two orgasms and bareback doggy style sex will have me exploding really soon.”
“Well, get to it. Make me scream, Dylan.”
“Damn, that’s hot,” he mumbled.
He thrusts picked up, his hips colliding noisily with your backside, making it jiggle. Your breasts still jostled with the movements, Dylan unable to see them moving this time. He was content with watching his cock emerge from your pussy covered in your juices before disappearing with your loud moans of his name. Your walls were tight from your tensed body having already cum twice and the angle of the position, amplifying the pleasure he was feeling. He hit your sweet spot, adding to the pleasure you both felt by slapping your ass mid thrust.
“Oh God, Dylan!” you moaned, shaking violently. “Oh god! It’s so good. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“Go ahead,” he urged, using one hand to circle your body, rubbing the swollen nub that was your clit. His other hand moved forward to tug at your hair so he could clearly hear your words amidst your moans. Your walls sporadically lung to his length, making it harder for him to concentrate when the coil inside him was about to burst. “Please, cum for me, baby. I want you to cum for my birthday. I wish you would cum for me.”
You let out one prolonged moan, juices spilling out around him. It was considerably less than before, but it was enough to soak into his skin and cover his shaft, giving him the warmth and moisture he desired. His body hunched forward, spilling into you with every last drop he could, his seed seeping into your core in drops of hot, white glop.
He pulled out of you, letting you collapse to the bed. He scurried off the mattress, ramming into a wall on his way to the bathroom. He wobbled unsteadily in his post-orgasm state, nearly slipping on bit of water he missed in the bathroom. He heard you laughing when he cursed loudly, shaking his head while grabbing a warm washcloth. His groin was cleaned before he left, find you having rolled onto your back on the bed. He gently cleaned you up, tossing the towel with his from earlier.
He laid next to you in bed, pulling the covers over you forms. You melted into his side, resting on his chest. His heartbeat was still fast, slowly evening out to a rhythmic beat. The sound was calming, allowing you to snuggle deeply into him. Dylan hugged you close, grabbing his phone while you both were relaxing into each other. He set his lock screen as the kissing picture you took earlier for his birthday, posting it on his social media accounts, grinning at his caption.
Dylanobrien: Best birthday with the best girl. Thank you for making this day unforgettable. I love you, Y/N.
He frowned slightly when he hadn’t received many messages from his friends back home, not seeing any from his family. He stared at the time, figuring there was still time for them to say anything. It was nearly midnight for him, so they were barely through their days.
“Y/N,” he said, hearing you hum at him. “Thank you for everything today. It was the best birthday I’ve had in awhile.”
“It’s no problem at all, Dyl,” you told him. “I want to make all your wishes come true. You deserve it.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “I think now the only thing that would make this better was if everyone else was here too. I wish they could have been here to celebrate with us.”
He didn’t get much of a response. When he looked down at you, you were already asleep on him, your breathing evened out with your bare chest steadily pressing against him. Your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as you slept, Dylan admiring your peaceful face. Carefully, he placed his phone back on the table, noting the time hit midnight just as he did. He brought you form closer to his, pressing his lips to your forehead.
“Goodnight, angel. I love you.”
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“Wakie wakie! Eggs and bakie!” you sang at him, shaking his side. Dylan groaned, shaking his head.
“I’m not falling for it again. You can’t seduce me this time, you evil temptress!”
You pouted, taking his hand and placing it on your bare chest. His head snapped up, gawking to find you still naked beside him. You gave him a fulfilled smile, sticking your tongue out at him. “You were saying.”
“Are we fucking again?” he asked sleepily, giving your breast a firm squeeze.
Before you could answer, you were pressed back to the bed, his lips on your chest. They moved along the valley of your breasts before finding your nipple, assaulting it with loving kisses. You moaned and arched into him, tangling your hands in his hair. The man took as much of your breast into his mouth as he could, tugging the erect nipple with his teeth and lips until it was hard to the touch, standing upright. He would swap between them, his hand slithering between your legs while his lips were preoccupied to toy with your now wet entrance.
“Dyl, stop,” you said, trying to stay strong.
“Why?” he asked, cool breath fanning your breast.
“Because I have a surprise for you.”
Dylan stopped just as his fingers were about to slide into you so he could finger you restlessly in the morning. He sat up to look at you, questioning what you had said. “Baby, it’s not my birthday anymore.”
“I know. It’s one last birthday surprise though,” you told him. “We need to get ready.”
Dylan groaned in annoyance, rolling onto his back. “And here, I thought I was about to get morning sex.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” you told him, kissing his lips. “You can even do it in any position you like. You know, like that one where my leg is up-”
“Stop trying to turn me on!” he cried. “Otherwise, we won’t be leaving anytime soon. You will be pressed against his bed ad I will be fucking you all morning long.”
“Fine,” you pouted jokingly.
You forced him to get dressed, fixing his hair for him since he refused to brush it in his laziness. The man reluctantly allowed you to drag him out of the room and out of the hotel. The car was waiting when you got outside, taking you to the beach not far from the hotel.
“What are we doing here?” he asked when you arrived, pouting while you dragged him through the sand.
“You’ll see,” you laughed. “Now, do me a favor and close your eyes.”
“Are you about to murder me and set me adrift at sea so I get eaten by sharks?” he teased, doing as you said. You were more careful now leading him through the sand, both of his hands in yours.
“You’ve watched too many movies, Dylan,” you laughed. You stopped him after a short walk, only the sound of the water hitting the shore sounding around him. “Alright. On the count of three, open your eyes. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ok. One, two… three.”
When he opened, he was met by a loud ‘SURPRISE!’ He blinked once, unsure if he was seeing things correctly. Standing before him was the whole Maze Runner cast and crew, Tyler Posey, his family and your family. They were all holding up blue and orange solo cups to represent his Mets, the decoir on the tables matching the theme. It was a breakfast feast with all of his favorite foods, with more ice chests of food for whatever lunch they were going to barbeque. Dylan figured the plan was a beach party, but he was flabbergasted at the people that were attending.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Happy birthday,” you told him, giving him a side hug. “I knew you’d want to see your family too, so I convinced them to come visit too.”
“You…” he started, tearing up. He pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. “You are a true angel. I know I say that all the time, but you really are. You are the best girlfriend a guy could ask for. I love you so much.”
“I love you too. Now, go greet your guests!” you told him, smacking his butt to make him go.
Dylan gave everyone giant hugs, thanking them for coming. He was glad to see everyone, even your family that he was surprised made the effort to travel half the work just for him. They were family to him, having welcomed him with open arms when you both started dating. But to see that they cared enough to fly to South Africa for his birthday made his heart flutter.
Your dad gave Dylan a firm handshake, pulling him into a hug just so he could whisper into his ear, “Have you decided when yet?”
“Not yet,” Dylan mumbled.
“Do you have it on you?” your dad asked. Dylan nodded. “So, go do it.”
“But-”
“Go. It’s the right time,” your dad told him.
Patrick O’Brien slid over, wrapping an arm around his son. “I agree. This is the best time, son. If you don’t get her now, you will regret it, I promise.”
“Are you sure it’s not too soon?” Dylan asked, messing with his fingers.
“She loves you,” you dad said.
“And you love her,” his dad continued.
“Alright,” Dylan let out. He pulled out his wallet, finding the item he kept safely wrapped for safety. He stumbled towards you, taking your hand. You had been in mid conversation with Rosa and Kaya, turning to see the honey eyes of your lover. “Can I talk to you?”
“Of course,” you said, the girls getting the hint and heading back to the group. Everyone seemed to quiet down, watching what was about to happen. It added to Dylan’s anxiety, but he cleared his throat to start.
“I know it’s not my birthday anymore, but I have one final birthday wish this year, Y/N,” he said, licking his dry lips. You watched him with wondering eyes, not stopping him. Slowly, he revealed the ring he kept on him always held between two fingers. It was a simple silver band, one large diamond in the center and four smaller diamonds lining the twisted bands. You gaped at it, tears filling your eyes. “I know I’ve been holding off, but I know one thousand percent this is the right thing to do and the right time to ask. My wish is that you will be my wife. My wish is that you will say yes right here and now when I ask you to marry me, to make me the happiest and most fulfilled man in existence. I wish that you will spend the rest of your life with me, have a family with me and let me love you unconditionally for all eternity.”
“Dylan…”
“Will you grant my final birthday wish, Y/N?”
Everyone seemed to lean forward, anticipating your response. It was like the spotlight was on you, waiting for you to reply. Dylan stared at you, biting at his lip, the hand holding the ring beginning to tremble. Dylan was scared he would drop it and embarrass himself. But, your answer came before he had to worry.
“I told you already that when you asked, I could guarantee the answer. So, the answer is obviously yes. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. I will grant your wish, Dylan O’Brien, and I will be your wife. I want nothing more than to marry you, have a family with you, and live every day with you by my side for the rest of my life.”
“Really?” he asked lowly. You laughed, nodding.
“Yes, Dyl. I will marry you.”
“Say it again,” he hummed, pulling you closer with one arm. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“Oh my God. I want to marry you, Dylan O’Brien!” you screamed.
He lifted you off the ground, hugging you close as he spun in circles, both of you laughing. Everyone around you clapped and cheered, a few whistling in approval. When your feet hit the sand again, Dylan slid the ring onto your finger, kissing it before cupping your face and kissing you. You could feel his smile, your arms weaving around his neck to hug him close.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Why?” you asked.
“Because,” he mused, tucking your hair back. “Now I know that wishes really do come true.”
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i just read parts 1-3 of dnyl club and i am so so excited for part 4 i love it you're so mf talented. and the "yuh" at the beginning of bff! to bf! jaemin made me snort but that whole thing had me cackling i won't lie. a merry missed flight is super cute i'm------ stan talent stan t -nctzen anon (can i change my signoff thingy to 🐝) -🐝
DONT- DONT MAKE ME CRY THIS LATE IM YELLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I absolutely love that you’re liking dnyl club because it’s like a in the moment type of fic where I have the basic guidelines for what I’m wanting in each chapter but the rest is just made up as I go which is new for me. But PLEASE IM NOT MFING TALENTED FJFJDJ don’t make me run to u and give u the fattest hug ever🥺♥️😥
Ohdmdj do not get me started on bff to bf Jaemin lolol the “yuh” & the amount of WACK in it just makes me think about the fun time I had writing it :’) A merry missed flight!!!! I know I recommended both but I’m so happy you liked it because it was something that I wrote based on my experience and actually all of the events were written during live scenes LOL. So I was legit sleeping on a bench, (unfortunately didn’t bump into a handsome Thai number named stranger😔), and the flight scene was written during my night flight from I believe LA to Seattle? So I put my emotions of that flight into that scene :)
Anyways, I talk way too much but to summarize, I’m just super happy you enjoyed reading what I wrote and I’d love to get to know more about you! :D
I guess a couple things I could ask you would be who are your bias/biases in nct? :) Ooo and what other groups do you stan besides nct? And how has your day been so far? You’re probably ahead in time so you must be sleeping by now (it’s almost 1:30am for me right now) im in PST/PT! But if you read this when you wake up then I hope you have a good rest of your day *3* ♥️✨
And ofc you can change your signoff name thingy!!! 🐝 makes me think of Honey by Lay but also just honeybees and how sweet & precious bees are just like you c:
I hope you sleep well and wake up happy & I look forward to talking with you more!! 😙💖🥰
(Unseen footage of me reading this msg then rereading it over and over until I’m almost bawling my eyes out at how much I love you and the pure kindness you radiate👇🏼)
#🐝 anon#anon project#and we all know to:#stan 🐝 stan our queen/king 😌🤲🏼#in all seriousness i hope you know that im loving this and i hope i get to know you well!#you seem like someone who would be the best to talk to any time during the day :D#but i love talking at night & since i get busy during the day then ill most likely respond to you at night!♥️✨
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Anne With An E season 2 trailer shot by shot rundown
these are screenshot’s from Netflix’s trailer for Anne With An E season 2...i own nothing.
MY CHILD IS BACK AND GREEN GABLES IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS EVER.
for some reason, Anne’s blanket confuses me? i’m not sure why she has it or needs it, like maybe she stepped into the water? but she looks so cute i just wanna hug her.
i completely agree with Ophelia ( @lydias--stiles ), i also think that the sea is going to be important this season or hold a lot of symbolism.
“I love looking out at the horizon and imagining all the possibilities...”
i’m going to try and handle this next part as calmly as possible but-
1) THIS PARALLEL? THE LIGHTING EVEN MATCHES OKAY AND
2) THE FACT THAT THEY CUT TO GILBERT AS SOON AS ANNE SAYS THAT LAST LINE AND THEN DO NOT CONTINUE SHOWING HIM AFTER THE CUT 100% TELLS ME THAT SHES ALLUDING TO THINKING OF THE POSSIBILITIES OF WHERE GILBERT IS OKAY NEXT-
ah yes i missed both you so much (it’s also so nice to see Matthew healthy and walking around without a cane even. what a man).
the bags on the back and the fact that she’s with Diana make me think that they may be going to that poetry concert they travel to with Miss. Barry in the books. i am all for this we love a girls trip.
thank you.
building the Diana x Rubyx Anne friendship? yes please, carry on. they’re so happy, i’m not crying, you are.
aw the hideout i love this whole set up with the story club.
okay, this scene actually concerned me a little...why does Anne look so frazzled i’m not going to suggest shirbert reunions for every one of these scenes i will not do it i hope she’s okay.
as concerning as Anne’s entrance was, Ruby and Diana’s faces make me even more !!! Diana’s especially. Ruby looks almost afraid and Diana looks extremely worried. it looks to me like they’ve been waiting for Anne in regards to some sort of news? because as seen in the last frame, it looks like they were there before she was.
my prediction is that this is one of the first scenes of episode 1. i recall a post Amybeth had on instagram of her on a beach that looks EXTREMELY similar to this with the caption “Cuthbert on a stroll”. this was towards the very very beginning of filming and from what i could see it looks like they filmed in chronological order. this goes along with the theory that everything is going to start and end with the sea.
i’m also just going to continue pretending that i didn’t start sobbing at the Cuthberts having a beach picnic.
Matthew and Anne’s relationship is so important and I’m so excited for this scene (which seems to be the same one from the very beginning of the trailer as you’ll notice).
so obviously the two girls in the front are Anne and Diana being so cute i really cannot breathe, and the one in the back in the pink hat is Ruby...so i would say the other girl is Jane perhaps? just going off of her hair?
“We’re going to get in so much trouble”
1. i love this dynamic so much and i really will never stop stressing that...
2. i think that this is where they were headed off to in the shot above? my theory is that it’s linked to the scene of them watching Mr. Philips in the play which comes later in the trailer (maybe they were not supposed to know about it). it would also make sense that Jane is tagging along since she is Prissy’s sister and heard about it from her.
“Don’t be late for school”
oh we love a good mother.
“Understood”
translation: Anne is most definitely going to be late to school at some point-
“And don’t burn down the house”
translation: a huge disaster is guaranteed to take place-
and Matthew is fully aware of this fact.
“I want Green Gables still standing when i come back tomorrow”
why is she leaving? ANNE SHIRLEY-CUTHBERT YOU ARE THE SUN AND YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING.
i’m obviously curious as to what they’re laughing so hard at, but also as to why they are sitting on what appears to be the floor of the school house (also it’s important to note that i would die for both of them).
JERRY MY BOY I’M SO GLAD YOU LOOK HAPPY AND WELL AND YOU LOOK SO GROWN UP!!!
aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I LIVE FOR THIS SIBLING RELATIONSHIP OH MY GOD. though, Anne looks either like she is comforting Jerry or seeking comfort which is never a...reassuring thing...especially when the voice over quote is:
“I believe there’s always a bit of good in any situation”
ah yes, the man we have all been waiting for, here is Cole. i have heard a lot of people (including myself before Amybeth’s live a few months ago) very concerned about the role he will be playing in the grand scheme of things this season (such as the possibility of him being a love interest for Anne), and i think production knew that because they put in scenes like this to try and make people worried.
however, my prediction is that this is certainly going to be a nice brotp and (as ophelia and i have mentioned numerous times) i don’t think Cole is straight (as Amybeth said he brings in a lot of discussions that Amybeth is “an advocate for”). this trailer further solidified my beliefs as you’ll see in a moment-
oh....you’re....still here....
this scene is one of the ways i see them hinting that Cole might possibly be gay. Diana’s face looks like Philips just said something characteristically horrible so i’ll just go ahead and prepare my hands for this disgusting teacher to cATCH THEM.
oh yOURE STILL HERE??????? (seemingly laughing at Cole being able to braid hair get out).
“I think it builds character”
it looks like she’s talking to someone at the kitchen table. also i love her.
LOOK AT MY GROWN AND MATURE SON OUT HAVING ADVENTURES IN SOME TROPICAL PLACE please come home soon
for those of you who don’t know, the man walking with him is named Sebastian and it’s been heavily speculated that he will fill a sort of father role for Gilbert in this coming season.
AGAIN WITH THE AFRAID AND CONCERNED LOOKS PLEASE STOP THAT.
i’m betting this has something to do with he thieves that came at the end of last season, which you’ll notice have not been mentioned at all this trailer. it’s also important to note that the voice over to this clip is Matthew saying:
“Whatever we’re facing...we’ll face it as a family”.
Ophelia pointed this out to me, but it looks like Marilla has a gash over her eye so i stg if one of the thieves hurt her you can catch me on a war path (-:
“The three of us”
...................ow.
she’s looking over to the boys side of the classroom (you can tell they’re at school because of Diana’s positioning next to her). and she is looking in the general vicinity of Gilbert’s seat so my guess is she is either smiling at Gilbert !!!!!!!!!or Cole who now sits in Gilbert’s empty seat.
THERE IS A BALL THIS IS NOT A MF DRILL THERE IS A BALL WITH BEAUTIFUL DRESSES AND LIGHTING AND DECORATION AND FLOWER CROWNS AND IF GILBERT BLYTHE IS NOT BACK IN TIME FOR IT I PROMISE, I PROMISE, NETFLIX AND MOIRA WILL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER.
not to read too much into things, but Cole dancing with Miss. Barry (who is gay in canon) is certianly interesting. i’m thinking a sort of conversation goes down where Miss. Barry helps him start to sort everything out that he has been confused about.
“There’s nothing wrong with being different”.
again with the supporting evidence that they’re dropping hints about Cole.
“You’re unique”.
The world does not deserve Anne Shirley. i’m assuming this is him confiding in her a little bit immediately after whatever went down in the classroom with the hair braiding and Mr. Philips and Billy.
“Unique means weird”.
MORE HINTS.
the whole class applauding Cole for something while Anne and Cole laugh. even Billy and his little friend seem amused and they’re present for whatever this event is. Josie looks pressed and bitter but what else is new.
shes so happy for him!!!
this seems to be a little bow of gratitude i’m ready for this brotp.
Sebastian and a love interest that i am fully ready to ship.
i also think that Sebastian being involved in a romantic relationship opens up the opportunity for him and Gilbert to talk about romance and feelings and a certain person back home that Gilbert has feelings for. they’ll get a chance to talk about things Gilbert never really got to learn about from his father go ahead and just leave me here to die.
this shot was quite jarring in the context of the whole mood of the trailer which is interesting.
Matthew appears to be kneeling over somebody on the ground? i’m assuming he was part of the group going out on horses. so perhaps they were searching for this person to begin with?
“There are more important things than beauty...”
i can’t wait to see what this conversation relates to.
can we all just take a moment and acknowledge how they’re already transitioning Amybeth’s hair to more of an auburn color?
“-we must try and remember what’s real and good”.
Anne continuing to learn about the real and good things that love and family brings as she become more and more a part of the Cuthbert family, rt if you cried.
my son looking so grown and mature and having fun.
(im just going choose and ignore the fact that they immediately cut to Gilbert after that last quote and the fact that coincidentally two of the biggest reasons he’s so drawn to Anne is because she’s so real and so good.)
PLEASE TAKE CARE OF MY SON WHILE HE IS AWAY THANK YOU GOOD SIR.
could the scenery directors be more brilliant? like this is so beautiful.
i’m-
yeS CINEMATOGRAPHY YES.
these last few shots of Anne with the ocean are feeding into the theory that the sea is going to be a big symbol this season. i think that this whole sequence is going to be the very last scene of the finale (i remember Amybeth posting a thing about the final adr she was doing where Anne breathes out and laughs but i could be reaching).
i think that the Cuthberts on the beach will be the first scene in episode 1 and this will be the last.....the ocean tying everything together, including Gilbert’s story line.
this...
...it is what he deserves.
peep my earlier theory of the girls sneaking into the show to watch Mr. Philips make a fool of himself. Diana doesn’t look too amused however.
this whole expert Anne is reading (which ophelia has confirmed for me is from Jane Eyre) is not only beautiful-
- but i think it’s meant to be Anne subconsciously relating it to Gilbert and what he is doing (who is apparently on a boat!!!!)
“Now I remembered that the real world is wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst its perils”
this is literally exactly what Gilbert’s whole arc is this season. he went out into the world amidst the peril of losing his last family member to seek out all these things, including himself. this, paired with the fact that it’s the voice over they are using for shots of Gilbert traveling, tells me its connected to the reason Anne is reading the excerpt to begin with.
if this cinematography don’t stOP.
i already stan this scene and i’ve seen .0000384792 seconds of it.
also there is a dark haired boy present as well that could either be Jerry or Gilbert and i’m good with either because i would chop off my right arm for either to have further relational development with Diana.
i wrOTE A SLEEPOVER INTO MY LAST FIC DEAR GOD LET THE REST OF THE SCENE PLAY OUT LIKE I WROTE. i think this has to be the girls unloading after the poetry reading or whatever they were going on that trip for.
yes just be happy it is literally all i will ever ask of you.
yeah so i stan Sebastian already, oops.
the way i read Anne’s face in this is almost like she WAS crying but then Diana made her laugh. OR she looks like she’s just been embarrassed by something. either way...?????
i would die for this friendship.
i’m not going to make outrageous assumptions about what Gilbert could be staring at with such awe and wonder. i will not do it.
this is the same scene as the opening one. and i’m guessing Anne is running towards Diana all smiley and adorable.
well at least knowing the exact date of my death is somewhat comforting.
guys this season looks so amazing and happy. i cannot wait to see what they do with it.
#anne with an e#anne with an e season 2#anne the series#anne with an e theory#anne shirley#Amybeth McNulty#gilbert blythe#lucas zumann#shirbert#anne x gilbert#Marilla Cuthbert#matthew cuthbert#ruby gillis#diana barry
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