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harrysfolklore · 2 months

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the content we got today just SCREAMS fiancé!harry for me so i came up with this, enjoy !

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If there was something that was definitely at the top of your list of favorite activities, was spending time with Harry.

It didn't matter if it was getting groceries, joining him for a bike ride or simply laying on the couch together, every moment that you spent together brought you contentment and joy that you couldn't find anywhere else.

And now that he was your fiancé, it was safe to say that both of you wanted to be glued to each other every single minute.

Harry proposed the morning of New Year's Eve, in the comfort of your home with both of you in your pajamas as you enjoyed homemade breakfast bagels, and it was absolutely perfect.

Ever since, you had been happier than ever, sharing the news with your family and closest friends and enjoying your engagement in private without prying eyes from paparazzi, fans and media.

"We better win tonight," Your train of thought was interrupted by Harry's voice, you were currently heading to the Luton vs Man United game, and even though you couldn't care less about football, your need to be close to him all the time made you say yes when he asked you to join him, "Thank you for tagging along, baby. I know this is not your scene so it's nice you came."

"I'm just here for the drinks and snacks," you teased, watching him roll his eyes at you, "And to enjoy the evening with my handsome fiancé, of course."

"There we go," he smiled now, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss to the ring on your finger.

Ever since you got engaged, that had became his favorite habit, and it made your heart flutter every single time.

"It sucks that I have to take it off," you said, making him look at you with a raised eyebrow, "The ring, I mean. I have to take it off before we get out of the car, otherwise headlines will go crazy and Jeff is going to freak out."

"Mm-hmm," he paused to think, eyes darting for the road to you, "What if... you don't have to take it off?"

"What do you mean?" you said, noticing that you were about to enter the back of the stadium.

"I mean..." he grabbed your hand again, tugging the ring affectionately, "What if we let the world know about it? I talked to Jeff and the rest of the team last week, they said we could make it public whenever we felt like it, at our own terms. So why don't we do it today?"

Harry parked the car at the spot that was reserved for him and turned to look at you with a wide smile, waiting for your answer.

"Are you sure?" you smiled back at him, noticing the glow in his eyes that almost made you melt.

"Couldn't be more sure, love. Besides, the album is coming soon and everyone is going to connect the dots as soon as they listen to the first song, might as well give them an early heads up."

"Let's do it," you said, leaning over to kiss him, "I feel like everyone is going to focus on the fact that you're finally outside and with brand new hair, they won't even notice the rock on my finger."

Harry rolled his eyes again and gave you another kiss, "I swear to god, woman. You're something else."

You headed inside of the stadium to the VIP suit you were going to watch the game in, walking hand in hand with your engagement ring glistening on your finger, cameras around filming and taking pictures of both of you.

"Do you think twitter is freaking out yet?" you asked Harry as you settled on your seats.

"No idea, baby, I don't use that app," he shrugged, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Would you get me something fruity that has alcohol that doesn't quite taste like alcohol? That's the only way I won't be bored to death."

"Sure thing." Harry laughed and kissed the side of your head before standing up to get your drink, coming back a few minutes later with exactly what you asked and a bottle of sparkling water for himself.

"So we're rooting for Man U, right?" you asked as you took a sip from your drink.

"Seven years together, months away from getting married, yet you still don't know I'm a Man U ride or die," he put a hand on his chest, "I don't think this is going to work."

"I was just teasing, drama queen," you pecked his cheek, "I know your true loves are Man U, the Green Bay Packers, peas and Fleetwood Mac."

"And you," he winked, making you roll your eyes with affection and take another sip from your drink.

A few minutes into the game, you found yourself quite invested on it, constantly asking Harry about the stuff you didn't understand and getting nervous when the other team was about to score or your team missed a goal.

"Lord, I don't want to watch," you said as a player from the opposite team was getting ready to hit a penalty, hiding your face against Harry's shoulder, "Harry! You're supposed to be watching the game, you've been staring at me for half of it now."

"Sorry, you're just too cute," he kissed the crown of your head, "You can watch now, he failed it."

"Thank god."

By the end of the game, you were both on your feet, cheering as Man United secured a win. Harry was ecstatic, and you found yourself caught up in the excitement, cheering alongside him.

While you were engulfed in your own bubble during the game, cameras has caught up on the ring of your finger, and Harry and you immediately became a world trending topic, with fans speculating whether you were actually engaged or not.

As you laid in bed scrolling through the millions of tweets about the game Harry finally emerged from the bathroom, ready to get in the covers.

"Are you reading about us?" he asked, sliding into bed beside you.

"Yeah," you replied, showing him some of the tweets, "But I don't think it was quite clear for some of your fans, some of them don't think we're really engaged."

"Well, I guess it'll be clear when the album comes out."

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thoughtportal · 1 year

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evindias · 2 years

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Are electric bikes the future of personal transportation?

Lots of people are thinking “are electric bikes the future of personal transportation ?” I will be surprised if electric bikes make a bigger impact in India than electric cars. Are electric bikes the future of personal transportation? We have seen in recent times a big wave of migration into cities. Today, people live in cities and by 2030 this figure will grow to 70% . Many of the cities in …

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tojisun · 6 months

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going feral for toxic!biker!simon or dbf!biker!simon grrrgrrrawrarrara

hhhhhehehe im going feral too omggg!!! and im sorry for how late i replied to this 😭 i was spiralling when i saw it and i couldn’t contain the desire i have for this man ahhhhhh

this got too long (and dark) and i made simon an ass so im sorry! i was hit with a writing bug and i never looked back

!! brief smut - minors dni; age gap (40s vs 20s); dad’s best friend!simon; power imbalance; toxic relationship // biker!simon mlist

the attraction had been one-sided, you know that, so you wonder why simon's come to reciprocating your affections like this – spoiling you in front of his friends, the ones that you know he kept separate from his and your dad’s usual circle, and lovingly calling you his.

simon sent you the message at three in the morning, when you were still asleep, and it read: I’m picking you up tonight. Dress cutely, you’re meeting friends.

you replied back, asking him what he meant or even where you two were going, but simon had gone back to giving you radio silence, pretending that your messages aren’t coming in. your heart broke but it wasn't like it was anything new – simon offered pieces of himself to you, sometimes as a reward and sometimes as an apology, and you always foolishly thanked him.

then when you ask for more, he pulls away, giving you silence and letting you stew in his sudden detachment. so really, it shouldn't have been a surprise to you anymore. still, you laid on your bed, blinking up at the ceiling as you tried not to drown in the weight of your sorrow.

which is why this is new. unusual, even for simon.

he picked you up from your dorms just like he said, although you were surprised to see him roll in on his bike. he never let you on his bike, always choosing his car when picking you up. you fooled yourself into thinking it was for your safety, that it was for your own good, but you've seen simon bring dates on his bike.

you've seen how he's always brought extra helmets for the pretty dolls he proudly flaunted around whenever your parents invited friends for parties and dinners, possessive arm curled around their waist like he wants to brand his claim on them. or how he's always ignored you when they're around, his attention so sinfully glued to his dates like a man starved of affection. or how he'll sit back and watch as they pat your head and pinch your cheeks because, “well, aren't you a sweetheart?”

simon's bikes are reserved for the people he brings home. people he fucks. so it was never extended towards you. never something you had the privilege to, until tonight apparently.

“simon?” you asked, hesitating to climb up behind him.

simon grunted, twisting until he could see you and you watch yourself from the visor – wide eyes and tensed shoulders – as simon tipped his head down just enough to study the way your pretty dress fluttered as the wind blew. you did not hear it but you've seen the way his chest moved as he sighed. instantly, you felt like a bother, and you curled further into yourself as though it could hide you from his knowing eyes.

he lifted himself from his bike before turning to walk towards you. you averted your eyes from him even though his visor was still up – yet another wall that kept you away from him – before seeing scuffed boots stop just in front of you.

“look up f'r me, kid.”

you did as he told, your eyes flicking up and peering through your lashes. simon's still helmeted, still distancing himself from you, and you wondered what sick power play was he trying to accomplish.

you twisted your fingers together, waiting, obedient – just like how he wants them – even when you simmered in the heavy silence, until simon began to strip his jacket off.

you felt lightheaded, your throat parched with a sudden thirst at seeing the inked arms you have been shamefully daydreaming about. he has a new tattoo, you realized as you trailed curious glances over the fresh ink but not able to properly see it for what it was.

simon huffed a laugh and you startled, blinking up at him again only to realize that he's moved so close – closer than what he's ever allowed before. you stammered on your words, glossy lips parting in surprise, but simon remained unmoved by your clear interest and began to tie his jacket around your waist in silence, tucking your skirt underneath and securing the sleeves tightly.

“there,” he said, his voice a muffled rumble. “now y'r ready for the ride.”

you trembled at the sinking reality; that what had been daydreams and wishful thinking were now laid before you. you bit your lip to stop a sniffle because there simon was, holding your hand throughout as he hefted you on his bike. you felt overwhelmed with the intensity of your affections, trailing your eyes away from him again when he fixed a spare helmet on your head. you jolt when he snapped the visor down, and simon laughed, a pretty muffled sound.

you watched as he climbed in front of you, shaking hands unsure as they held onto his hips. simon, of course, noticed.

“y've gotta hold on tighter, sweet girl,” he said before tugging at your hands and wrapping them around himself. you bit down a broken squeal, feeling jumpy now that you're actually touching him. the purr of his engine blanketed your spiralling thoughts and you held him tighter when he drove off.

“why, aren't you a bonnie lass?” johnny, the one who had been too excited at meeting you, says before snorting when it makes simon wrap his arm around you tighter, pulling you ever so closer to him. “and big man's too possessive, isn't he?”

simon grunts from beside you, taking over when you continued to blink at him in shocked silence. “well, y'said it already, johnny.” you freeze when you feel his lips press on the top of your head. “my girl's too pretty, it's making me greedy.”

your breath hitches, your fingers twitching in phantom desire to fist at your dress if only to ground yourself. my girl, simon said, the lies slipping past his lips easily. my girl, he told his friends as though it is the truth. as though you could ever be.

simon’s hand glides down to your hips, squeezing the flesh, and it makes you squeak. both him and johnny croon, flashing matching grins at each other like you’re not there, while simon’s other friends – kyle, the youngest, and john, the one with a storm hidden in his eyes – snicker to each other.

“little mousy, isn’t she?” john asks, the rumble of his voice stark even amidst the booming music filling up the packed space of the bar.

simon hums, still caressing your hip, his hand occasionally dipping towards the side of your thigh, teasing the hems of your dress, before tugging upwards again.

“she is and it’s endearin’,” simon replies, still continuing the facade. because what else could it be?

simon had given you bits of his attention, entertaining you just enough that you keep running after him and chasing the softness you know he has, but he’s never given more. not an honest touch nor a whisper of affection.

so this – whatever this is – makes you tremble. it makes you ache.

you cross your legs together, squeezing just enough to put pressure in your throbbing core. the action was smooth, almost unnoticeable, and it should’ve been, but simon’s trained eyes catch the movement anyway.

he lets out a quiet groan, the sound bundled around a tinge of pleasure as he presses his lips on the top of your head again. you gasp at having been caught, bright eyes flicking up to see if his friends had noticed but johnny’s body is already turned towards a pretty brunette and kyle is tapping on his phone and-

oh.

john’s eyes are on you.

there is a moment when you are reduced to cold dread and static, lost in the smoke hidden within john’s eyes and simon’s possessive touch, before the band snaps and by then, you are on your feet. the action causes the empty beer bottles to clatter against the table which snag the attention of johnny and kyle, but you ignore them all as you sidle away from simon’s side, batting away his outstretched hand, before bolting towards the washroom.

you feel like a fool. like a doll made to entertain their sick and twisted games because that is what it is, isn’t it? simon got too bored with his dates and decided to string you along – someone easy. someone desperate for all he can give.

your eyes blur as tears pool and you barely make it to the bathroom when a hand curls around your wrist, yanking you away from the door.

“kid, stop-”

“no!” you scream, whirling around to look at simon. big and beautiful and not-yours simon. “i’m tired of playing your sick games, si. get away from me!” you try to shake him off even though you know it is futile.

simon continues to stare down at you, his lips pinched in disappointment – a look you are too familiar with.

and it’s that which makes you cry, a broken sob ripping from your throat and into the space between you two. you had hoped at least that the loud bass booming across the bar could drown it out, but you hear your whimper ring amidst the noise. jesus.

simon continues staring. continues to be silent. you don’t know how much more of this you can take.

(more. gods, you can take more as long as he allows you. as long as he is in your life. you know whatever this is between you and simon have long sizzled into something toxic. something codependent. but you need him, no matter how twisted he’s become because simon indulges you, anyway.

you remember the quickies in the bathrooms. the rumble of, “y’r doin’ so good f’r me, sweet girl,” whispered on the top of your head as he fucks his fingers into you. the marking, the nipping. the praises. the growled, “y’r only mine, aren’t you, pretty?” when he licks along your slit.

simon gives in a way that teases the yawning in your soul. in a way that carves more of himself into your very being. so how could you let go? how could you move on?)

simon tugs you towards him and you follow on unsteady feet. he wraps you in his arms, his lips falling onto your forehead. he breathes you in and you crumble, nuzzling your face into his scent – leather and ozone and forest.

“let’s get you home, yeah?” he asks.

you sniffle. “can i come home with you today?”

and simon stays silent, backing away just enough to tug you out of the bar and towards his bike. your lips wobble but you do not ask again, not when you know you can’t come back with him to his place.

the cold wind isn’t all that makes you tremble.

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steddieasitgoes · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 4 Prompt: Questionable Holiday Movies

Like many, I chose Gremlins.

Tags: Post Season 4, Everyone Lives, Movie Nights At The Harrington's House, Established Relationship

wc: 1225 | Rating: T

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When Eddie pulls up at the Harrington house he’s come to frequent in recent months, the driveway is full of bikes. Those damn little shits, Eddie thinks, shaking his head as he parks the van on the curb in front of Steve’s house. The curb where said bikes should be instead of taking up prime parking real-estate for actual cars. He’s going to get ahold of one of his damn sheep and scold them for their carelessness. It’s one thing to leave them littering the lawn, but the driveway? Have some decency!

Moseying his way to the front door, Eddie makes it all of a few steps onto the bike cluttered driveway before he hears familiar voices shouting at each other. All the blood drains from his body in an instant. Mind raising through a hundred and one ways that something might be wrong.

He was a pessimist before, but his brief stint with the Upside Down has really taken a toll.

Double-timing it, Eddie bursts through the front door and down the hallway into the Harrington’s open living room. Thankfully, he doesn’t find any signs of blood, floating bodies, or otherwise distressed children. Instead, his eyes land on Dustin and Steve who are glaring at each other by the television set.

“You’re uncultured!” Dustin shouts.

“Shut up, Henderson,” Steve snaps, hands on his hips. “I am not uncultured. You’re uncultured!”

Dustin gasps, more offended than he should be. He takes a step closer to Steve, puffing out his chest to make himself look bigger. “You take that back.”

“No.”

As the heated argument morphs into a silent stare-down, Eddie takes a moment to assess the rest of the room. Robin, Max, and El are on the sofa, leisurely enjoying a bowl of popcorn. The rest of his Sheep are scattered around, attention focused on the mountain of Family Video rental tapes on the coffee table.

“What the hell did I walk into?” Eddie asks when he realizes no one is going to fill him in.

“Dingus and Dingus Jr. are arguing,” Robin supplies.

“S’nothing new,” Max agrees.

“We are not arguing,” Steve grumbles.

“That I can agree on,” Dustin says, nodding his head. “I am having a discussion with Steve and his lack of taste in Christmas movies.”

“First of all, Henderson, taste is subjective or whatever,” Steve says, hand abandoning his hips for a moment to flounder through the air. “Secondly, it’s not a discussion if you spend the entire time yelling at me for something you’re wrong about.”

“I’m not wrong! Dammit!”

There’s a part of Eddie that wants to see how this plays out. He’s no stranger to the epic Steve vs Dustin arguments conversations. There’s still a stain on the carpet in his own bedroom after an innocent debate over the best ice cream float combinations turned ugly. On the other hand, Eddie’s had a long day of getting yelled at my stupid customers, he could use some quiet.

“Gentleman,” Eddie says, clapping his hands. He moves between the two scowling men — well, man and teenager. Though, maybe Steve doesn’t deserve to be called a man right now either considering he’s arguing with Dustin in the first place. Whatever. He’s standing between them is all that matters. “What seems to be the issue today?”

“Why do you make it sound like we always have issues?” Steve asks at the same time Dustin snatches a VHS tape from the floor and practically shouts, “Steve says Gremlins isn’t a Christmas movie.”

“Because it’s not!”

“It takes place on Christmas Eve!”

“That doesn’t make it a Christmas movie!”

“Are you even listening to yourself, Steve? Of course that makes it a Christmas movie!”

“No, it doesn’t! It has nothing to do with Christmas!”

Eddie’s sandwiched between the two of them now, ears ringing from the volume their voices have reached. No one else seems to be interested in refereeing this particular argument and Eddie can’t really blame them. Maybe he should have let them hash it out themselves. Too late now.

“Alright, alright,” he sighs, nudging them both backward with his outstretched hands. “Valid points have been made on both sides.”

Eddie playing mediator does nothing to pull the scowls off Steve and Dustin’s faces. If anything, he thinks they might have deepened. He’s in too deep to stop now though, so he powers on.

“But unfortunately one of you is correct,” he says, clasping his hands together under his chin. He rocks on his feet, head swaying from side to side as he offers both Steve and Dustin apologetic gazes. “Stevie, sweetheart, I’m afraid Dustin is right on this one.”

“Ha!” Dustin shouts, throwing his hands up in victory. “I told you!”

Steve scoffs. “You’re a shithead, Henderson.”

“A shithead who is right!”

“You know what,” Steve says, trailing off.

Eddie catches the mischievous glint in his eyes. The same one he used to sport down the halls of Hawkins High with Carol and Tommy as they bitched about everything and anything. Eddie was never on the opposite end of Steve’s bitchy attitude, not important enough back then, but he certainly witnessed it more times than he can count.

Eddie’s willing to bet Steve gearing up for something that’s going to make Henderson retract his victory. Sure enough, he slinks up close to him and slings an arm around Eddie’s waist.

“Hey, baby,” Steve says, voice dripping in sweetness.

This isn’t going to be good for Eddie.

Steve's hand trails into Eddie’s back pocket and gives his boney ass a light tap before retreating.

“If you want more of this,” Steve says, slipping his hand into Eddie’s back pocket. He lets his hand hover there for a moment before he gives Eddie’s boney ass three lighthearted, teasing taps. “I suggest you join my side of this little discussion.”

A loud gasp escapes Eddie as Steve squeezes his ass cheek before withdrawing his hand completely. Glancing over, Eddie finds Steve staring at him with that same glint in his eyes and a cocky smirk on his face.

“No,” Dustin shouts, shaking his head. “No! That’s not fair. It’s illegal!”

“Sorry, Henderson,” Eddie says, genuinely apologetic in tone. He does think Gremlins is a Christmas movie, but the threat of not having Steve’s hands on him ever again? Well, that’s not worth defending Gizmo and the rest of those evil bastards. “I’ve had a change of thought. I don’t think it is a Christmas movie.”

“God dammit!” Dustin swears, stomping his foot. “See, this is why I didn’t want you two dating! You’re ruining my life!”

“Oh, quit being dramatic, Dustin,” Lucas says, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just pick something else.”

“Yeah! It’s just a movie, dude,” Mike chimes all.

“Screw all of you!”

As the room resumes its chaos in a different form — the boys arguing over what else they can watch seeing as Gremlins is out of the question. Eddie finds himself being ushered over to the recliner, where he’s promptly pulled into Steve’s lap.

“You know Henderson is right about that movie?” Eddie whispers, nuzzling into Steve’s chest.

Steve hums, closing his eyes for a moment as Eddie places a featherlight kiss to the two moles dotting his neck. “Don’t tell him, but I’ve actually never seen it.”

Eddie pulls away swiftly, nearly sending himself toppling off Steve’s lap. Thankfully, Steve’s reflexes are fast and he steadies Eddie with a firm around his torso. “You’re evil, Harrington,” he quietly chuckles, shaking his head.

“Gotta keep his ego in check somehow.”

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friendofcars · 1 year

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the cars in the raven cycle and the dreamer trilogy are metaphors for/extensions of the people who drive them (especially in terms of interpersonal relationships and perceptions)- and so is adam’s bicycle. (*warning for brief mentions of abuse in later paragraphs*). adam gets around henrietta on a bicycle because it’s the only form of transportation he can afford, and we know he’s ashamed of this (his narration describes the bike as “somewhat pathetic”). adam's bicycle is present in pivotal scenes: in one of his chapters, he recalls the first time he talked to gansey, and the visceral fear and embarrassment evoked by seeing his bike next to the exuberant camaro (and the awkward fitting of the bike into the camaro’s trunk)- but also their nearly instant friendship once adam accepts a ride to aglionby after helping gansey repair the camaro.

but when adam talks to blue for the first time (described from blue’s pov), they both have their bikes; adam’s is one of several details that endear him to blue, along with his frayed sweater, quiet demeanor, and accent- all of which let blue know that adam doesn’t fit her assumption that all aglionby boys are affluent and arrogant. she notices that adam’s bike is “dolefully squeaking,” which i’m taking to be an oblique reference to a squeaky wheel, or something/someone neglected/in need of care. and when ronan (wakefully) sees adam for the first time (in a flashback in cdth), adam and his bike are going uphill while gansey and ronan ride in the camaro. he refers to adam simply as “the boy with the bicycle." adam, inclusive of the bike, is immediately attractive to ronan, which is a stark contrast to adam’s perception of his bike (and, thus, himself). adam is ashamed of himself, but blue relates to him, and both she and ronan see him as desirable (with the bicycle present!).

in trb chapter 20, adam is trying to get his bike to stand up in the monmouth parking lot, but the kickstand is broken (emblematic of the familial love and support that he lacks/his abusive parents have destabilized him). he then tries to remove the kickstand without breaking it (adam is trying to extricate himself from henrietta without hurting himself or others in the process/ he’s living tensely and precariously. in tdt, he becomes more likely to snap under stress. ronan recognizes adam’s fragility, of being about to break; adam’s spirit breaking is one of gansey’s worst fears). and even if adam could remove the kickstand, a bike without a kickstand (a boy without a family or friends) cannot balance unless it’s in motion (a miracle of moving parts, maybe)- but perpetual motion is impossible, so adam is destined to crash without external support. in this scene, he could lean the bike against monmouth, but he’s not yet ready to accept help or gifts. a bike can only seat an army of one, unlike gansey and ronan’s cars. with the bike, symbolically, there's no risk of codependency or humiliation, but there’s also inevitable isolation and pathological independence. (thank you alli @whoreshoecrab for helping me organize my thoughts re: the kickstand!)

in the same chapter, adam muses that ronan doesn’t need physics/isn’t held back by the mortal, mundane, material restrictions adam has to work around. adam's not serious (and doesn’t know that ronan actually does defy physics when dreaming), but if ronan can waste his time idly and metaphorically use his privilege to launch his bmw through the sky to the moon, adam must drudgingly bike along the ground; he must manage his time diligently and strategically; he must deal with the physical failures of his bike and the kickstand with human amounts of force. this sets up adam’s core frustration with ronan and ronan’s apparent freedom, but this envy gets deconstructed as he spends more time alone with ronan, particularly in bllb.

there's probably a lot to say about the hondayota (and when adam drives alone vs. when he drives blue and noah to the national park and has his awakening, to which his realizations about connectivity and connectedness are crucial), but i'll skip ahead to cdth when adam has a motorcycle instead of a bicycle. the motorcycle reveals some growth (he’s accepted a gift from ronan, he’s healed to the point where he can choose when to leave and return to virginia, ronan says adam has always wanted a motorbike instead of a car, perhaps [metaphorically] because it’s still an independent way to travel but isn’t reliant on sheer physical labor), but also reveals that his life is still unbalanced and marked by the upkeep of a confident façade (he dumps the motorcycle when he slows down/he still falters when he can’t throw himself into a perpetual state of work). he's still adam, always moving and looking at the roads ahead of him, and he's still struggling to reconcile his past with his present without living inauthentically, but he’s no longer balancing his life alone.

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Naughty High School Adventures (1) - Kinktober 28

Summary: Why do you date an asshole? That’s what Sam and Dean want to know.

Pairing: Janitor!Sam Winchester x Teacher!Reader x Gymteacher!Dean Winchester

Warnings: shy reader, two guys want one girl, awful boyfriend, mentions of cheating, a hint of making out, implied cucking/cucking, jealous Dean, language

A/N: Because I have no self-control, I turned this one into a mini-series.

Kink: Cucking

Idea by: @moosekateer13

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Sonofabitch!“ Dean barely has the time to jump aside as the guy he despises almost runs him over with his brand-new bike. “Don’t you have eyes, idiot! This is a high school parking lot, not a racetrack!”

“What the fuck!” One of Dean’s colleagues exclaims loudly. She barely had the time to hide behind Dean’s car to not end up under the man’s bike. “What a loser!”

“Exactly,” Dean agrees. “That dick-less loser always makes such a fuss. I can’t believe Y/N is dating that asshat.”

“Well, she was lonely for a while. Maybe Y/N believes no one else is interested in her. She’s a little shy and always looks a little nerdy. Her taste in clothing isn’t better.”

Dean furrows his brows. “What?” He cocks his head to glance at his colleague. “But she looks cute. Did you see her outfit today? I liked the gray sweater, pleated skirt, and black flats. She looked so small next to me.”

“What is going on?” Sam, Dean’s younger brother and the new janitor at the high school asks. He cocks his head to watch his brother frown deeply. “Isn’t that the cute teacher you tried to hit on?”

“Shut up, Sammy. Her douchebag boyfriend almost ran me and Lisa over,” Dean grunts as he must watch the teacher he tried to invite for weeks walk toward the douche almost running him over. “I hope she doesn't get on that bike. That asshat doesn’t even wear a helmet.”

Sam grins. “Dean, she won’t get on that bike. Y/N is a responsible person. Plus, she’s got like ten books, her laptop, and a bag.”

“You're right,” Dean nods thoughtfully while watching you and your boyfriend. “Bastard didn’t even offer to take her books or shit.”

“Hmm…maybe we should lend her a hand?” Sam dips his head to look at his brother. “You know, to help her carry the books and all.”

“She’s talking to her…” Dean frowns as the cute teacher turns back around to stomp toward the building. “Uh-oh, I guess she’s mad at him. We should check on her. Right?”

“It’s the right thing to do, Dean,” the younger brother agrees. “The building is almost empty, and I need to lock it. Everyone is already on his way home to enjoy the weekend.”

“Oh…OH!” Dean looks at his brother, smirking darkly. “We shouldn’t leave her all alone at the building. That would be ungentlemanlike.”

“Y/N,” you startle when Dean Winchester, the gym teacher, enters your classroom. You wipe your eyes and try not to show that you cried. “Is everything alright? My brother wanted to lock the building and saw you walk back inside.”

“I-“ you sigh deeply and shake your head. “My boyfriend bought an expensive motorcycle. I can’t believe he’s a thoughtless dumbass.” You huff. “My car broke down, and I asked him to pick me up. And he…he comes here with a brand-new bike while I cannot afford the money to repair my car. We talked about sharing finances and he goes off, spending money on things like this.”

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t waste your time on that asshole,” Dean steps inside the room, eyes trained on your face. “How about I drive you home, Y/N?”

“Really?” You gasp. “You will?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean brushes your excitement off. He acts as if it’s not a big deal for him to drive you home. Your boyfriend always made a fuss if you dared ask him to drive you somewhere. “But I need to help my brother first. I promised to help him collect the balls at the gym.”

“Oh, I can help too,” you lick your lips. “He’s always so kind.” You get up from your chair, pressing your thighs together at the thought of spending time with Dean and his younger brother. “He helped me more than once since he’s working here.”

“Sammy is a nice guy, and smart. He’s just a little shy around pretty girls,” your colleague flashes you a grin. “He only works as a janitor to make some extra cash for Stanford. He’s going to be a lawyer.”

“That’s great,” glancing at the books on your desk you sigh deeply. “Thank you for offering your help. My boyfriend is…”

“An asshole?” Dean offers, making you gasp.

“DEAN!”

“It’s true, sweetheart. A man shouldn’t treat you like he does,” your colleague argues. “I saw how he treated you firsthand today.”

You huff. “Can we not talk about him? I’m already fed up. We wanted to spend the weekend at his parents’ cabin, and now he’s having a sleepover with his buddies to do God knows over the weekend.”

“Let’s forget about your deadbeat of a boyfriend. How about my brother and I show you how a woman like you should be treated,” Dean grabs your books and laptop. “I promise we won’t do anything you don’t like. Give it a thought.”

Dean flashes you a smile making you go weak in the knees. He’s holding out his free hand, offering something more than a ride home.

You take his hand without hesitation and say, “Will your brother be around too?”

“Oh sweetheart, he cannot wait to get his hands on you.”

You didn’t know what you expected would happen if you followed Dean into the gym to join his brother. But you knew they were up to more than chit-chat.

At first, you talked a bit and helped Sam pick up the balls. He was a little shy but smiled the whole time. “Thank you for the help. This way I can finish work earlier.”

“Sammy is a little shy,” Dean suddenly stood behind you to whisper in your ear. “But I know he’s burning to bury his fat cock in your sweet cunt, Y/N. What do you say? Do you want to have two men satisfying your needs for once? I know that limp-dick of a boyfriend didn’t do you right.”

“Dean, I—” you licked your lips. Sam was suddenly more interested in cupping your face with his large hands than cleaning the gym. “We barely know each other. I mean…you’re hot…shit…did I say this loud?”

“Just say yes, sweetheart, and we are going to be so good to you,” Sam smirked at his brother’s words. “We will make sure you can’t walk straight after we are done with you.”

Dean nuzzled you. “Dean and I will make you feel so good, Y/N. Since you started working here, we wanted to make a move.”

“You did?” You breathlessly replied. Having the brothers so close arouses you more than anything. The thought of having them both makes you dizzy. “Really.”

“I’ve been walking around with a raging hard-on every day since I saw you in your short skirts and little blouses for the first time. Do you want this? Do you want Sammy and me to take care of you sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you spluttered before you could change your mind. “I-we…he’s not very interested in me lately. I guess he’s cheating on me or shit.”

Three hours later, …

“What this?” Your boyfriend opens the video you sent him some hours ago. He presses play, and his eyes widen.

“Hey there, you sonofabitch,” Dean taunts. “Do you want to know how your now ex-girlfriend will spend her weekend? How about I tell you.”

“She will be full of cock, just like right now…”

“I hope you’ll like the show…” Sam adds. “We will see if you get to watch next time…”

Part 2

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#dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023 #Naughty High School Adventures (1) - Kinktober 28

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angelicalbl · 2 months

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So as a major LITA and Kinnporsche lover I was already on board with the headcannon of Phayu as VegasPete's kids and Prapai as KinnPorsche's kid. I mean ignoring timelines and ages of all actors involved there is a lot of similarities in their appearance and personalities.

Phayu is connected with the Mafia, he loves bikes (like Vegas), has a dark/dominant side (like Vegas), but also values his close friendships and is incredibly loyal (like Pete).

Prapai is connected with the Mafia, he loves bikes (like Porsche), is CEO/good at business (like Kinn), is a bit of a playboy, a great big brother, and very loyal and protective to those close to him.

Now to finish the trio, and since I loved the craziness that was Pitbabe, I would like to induct Babe into my headcannon family as the kid of KimPorchay. I shall ignore the cannon plot of Babe's dad cause I could still see Babe fitting in with this family and having influences. Also I feel like Babe reminds me of Kim in that he puts on a hard shell but is secretly a softy inside.

I can picture Phayu, Prapai, and Babe racing each other and arguing over bikes vs cars. I think Rain, Sky, and Charlie would also be a chaotic trio of besties.

I really hope that the fanfiction authors flourish in this universe and bring us many crossovers :)

#love in the air the series #kinnporche the series #pit babe the series #thaibl #thai actor #lita #phayu lita #prapai love in the air #boss chaikamon #bible wichapas #apo nattawin #mile phakphum #jeff satur #barcode tinnasit #pavel naret

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melanieph321 · 9 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - My Brother's Best Friend Part 2/4

Whoever made this gif, thank you 😭

Summary - Reader rencounters her brother's best friend and the two of them hit it off quite well.

Enjoy!

You arrived at the national football stadium just in time for kick off. Portugal vs South Korea. You arrived with your lungs in your throat.

"Y/N!" Your mother waved at the sight of you. "I saved you a seat."

"Thanks Mamãe."

Too bad your family hadn't saved you a seat in the back of their car, then you wouldn't have had to ride your bike like a delivery boy on a rush.

Your brother wasn't on the field yet, however Ruben was, fulfilling his childhood dream of playing defense for the mens national team. You smiled at the fact that he had styled his hair for the game. He had left it untamed picking you up from the airport, but now he had it cut short and styled with wax. You two hadn't talked since your ride from the airport, perhaps Ruben had been busy all day leading up to the big game. He probably hadn't seen the text you left him this morning, wishing him good luck.

"There he is, that's my boy!"

Your whole family stood and cheered at the sight of your brother, standing on the sidelines, ready to be put into the game of his life. He only played the last minutes though, the final score being a 1-1 draw. He and Ruben was seen embracing each other as the ref blew the final whistle. In that moment, watching them, you understood why Ruben had acted the way he did after stealing a kiss from you the other day. You were his brothers best friend and if he was ever put in a position to choose between you and your brother, which relationship he cherish the most, it would definitely be him. Everyone always chose your brother over you.

"Hey little sis! Glad you could make it."

The players families were allowed on enter the pitch once the crowd had scattered.

"You were amazing!" You told your brother.

"Best eight minutes of my life." He grinned. "It was Ruben here who was the real match hero, playing a full ninety minutes."

Somehow you got shuffled towards him and Ruben wasn't wearing a shirt at the time which made things even less convenient.

"Hey." He mumbled, or more so grunted.

"You were amazing." You smiled, hoping he'd return it.

"Thanks, I hope you enjoyed it even though we lost."

You frowned. "You didn't lose. It was a tie."

"Same thing." He shrugged.

"Ruben I..."

But that was that. That was the end of your conversation. Ruben pushed past you like your name was Casper the friendly ghost.

"BBQ at our place, how about that!" Ruben's dad announced.

Everyone cheered in agreement, everyone except for you and Ruben, who had already retreated back to the teams locker rooms.

"Alright everyone, let's split up in our cars and meet at the restaurant!"

"But dad, my bike?" You protested.

He shook his head. "There is no room for your bike. Ride it back home and walk to the restaurant. We'll meet you there"

"Right, walk."

It wouldn't be a long walk. However you were mad about the principle of it all. How come you had to take the bike in the first place? You're practically the guest in the house.

"Tomorrow." You said. Tomorrow, once they'd drop you off at the airport, you'd let your family know that you weren't feeling valued enough.

You got home in twelve minutes, although you had made it to the stadium in six. You had no keys to the garage so you had to drag your bike through the house to get there. However the sound of the doorbell caught you. Moments later, you appeared at the door, eyes widening in surprise when you saw him.

"Ruben?"

His face flushed with embarrassment, hands deep in his jeans pockets. The tip of his hair was damped with water. You looked up to the dark sky, no sign of rain.

He shrugged. "Your mom told me that you were walking to the restaurant, but it's too late for that."

You sighed, expression softening. "Ruben I..."

He nodded, lowering his gaze. "I've been a jerk, I know. And I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I was just disappointed with myself, of my performance in the game, and I took it out on you. It was completely unfair, and I regret it more than anything."

There was a brief silence as both of you processed his words.

"Was that all?" You frowned.

"I don't blame you for being mad at me." He said, as if you had missed the point of his presence at your doorstep.

"I appreciate your apology, Ruben, but what about yesterday? What about the kiss? You have been ghosting me ever since, as if I was the one to put one on you."

Ruben nodded, understanding the weight of his actions. "I know, and I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You just have to understand that…" He paused, searching for the right words. "You have to see this from my point of view, Y/N."

"Which is?"

He sighed. "You're my best friend's sister, little sister at that. Growing up I always thought of you as family as well, but then you grew and my feelings for you grew. It was the worst just before you went to university. Then things got easier and worse at the same time because I missed you so much. I got caught up in football as a bit of a distraction and it worked. I got better, played better, and the thought of you disappeared into the back of my mind. But then your brother and I got called up to the national team, a dream come true. We have wanted this since we were kids, to play together again after getting separated in the higher divisions. But the thought of you returned. I knew I'd be seeing more of you because of this. However, I thought my feelings for you had changed, that I had outgrown them considering the fact that I haven't seen you for five years, no one has. I was hoping that your facecard had declined." He chuckled. "But boy was I an idiot for thinking that. Picking you up from the airport, it all came back to me, the feelings and the aching pain because I knew that I would never be able to act on them. But then we had dinner together and you were smiling a lot. It's all I could think about dropping you off at your parents house, your smile. And so I kissed you, losing control of myself, ruining everything."

His words hung in the air, the tension between you as tense as it could be. You stepped closer, your eyes searching his for sincerity. "Ruben, I've never…." You've never had anyone speak to you or about you like he just did. How could you possibly respond? You hoped that the tears in your eyes were good enough to show the effect his words had on you.

"I've missed you." You said, joyfully.

At least that was the truth. Since yesterday, from the moment he had picked you up from the airport, you had missed him, the smell of him.

A surge of hope seemed to wash over Ruben, reflected in his regained posture. "Y/N, I've been such a fool, please forgive me."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, mirroring the growing warmth inside of you. With a mix of caution and longing, you reached out and gently touched his face, his prickly stubble rough underneath the palm of your hand.

In that moment, all the regrets, the anger, and the pain seemed to fade away. You and Ruben stepped towards each other, lips meeting in a tender and passionate kiss. You pulled apart to catch your breaths, foreheads resting against one another.

"Fuck, I never thought I'd have you." He whispered

Your smile widened. "You have me, now what?"

He pressed his lips against yours again, pushing you up against the door, making you stumble into the house. Never detaching from the kiss, the two of you made it to the living room, falling back on the couch.

"We have to be quick." You gasped. " Or my parents will think I went missing or something." Probably not, but they would ask what took you so long.

Ruben groaned. "Don't rush me."

He clearly wanted his time with you. You couldn't imagine what he must have gone through, wanting you for so long.

Your breath hitched as his hands dugg into your skin, arching your back towards his face, his mouth crashing into the swell of your breast.

"Ruben." You gasped.

His teeth latched on to the fabric of your shirt, ripping the seam and exposing your flesh. His warm mouth latched onto your nipples like a baby with a bottle, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

"Fuck."

His hands were no different, zipping down you jeans, detecting what was hiding beneath. Your pussy was as ripe as a peach and as tender as it was sore. The rough skin of Ruben's fingers got caught up by the wetness at your entrance. Embarrassing, you thought. But he didn't let you feel that way for too long. Your back got pulled along the couch as he tugged your pants and panties off in one go. He split your thighs between his hands, making space for him to fuck you with his mouth.

Although you wanted to return the favor, time was scarce and the two of you had to get back to your families, waiting for you at the restaurant.

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