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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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not a gamer * fem!driver

lando manages to convince her to start streaming on twitch with him, leading her to influence others to join her

pairings: max verstappen x fem!driver, lando norris x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver

warnings: butt load of stupidity

notes: initially, i was gonna write a fic solely about max because he was talking about fornite the other day... but i thought how funny would it be if it were to be with some of the guys so here i am

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"hello, everyone," she smiles, reaching forward to adjust the camera as she squints her eyes. "is this a good angle? let me know if it's flattering, okay? i can't not look good on twitch."

lando has managed to convince her to join him for a stream on twitch, insisting that she should start an account as well. she initially refused, claiming that she's not that well-liked to start an account and have a loyal following. even adding on the fact that she's not even a good gamer to begin with.

but lando said that it doesn't matter, and proved her wrong by setting up a poll on his previous stream just to get her to make an account. which, the effort was very endearing.

"you always look good," she squints, turning away the right where her other monitor sits. she scrunches her nose and turns to the camera to stare into it. "logan, how did you even know i was streaming tonight?"

she rolls her eyes when his reply rolls in, claiming that he follows her twitter where she announced it. "it's time for you to go out and do something else besides stalking me, logan," she scoffs jokingly with the roll of her eyes.

"okay, so this is my first twitch stream!" she beams, sitting up straighter as she grabs her mouse. "i'm just waiting for lando to finish setting up, so i'm afraid you guys are stuck with me alone for a couple of minutes. let's get to know each other, i might be doing this pretty often this winter break just to have a bit of a hobby.

"i wanna know what you guys want to see from me."

a comment immediately rolls in.

user1: i wanna see you play fortnite with lando and max

she grins sheepishly, dropping her head. "guys, i'm not much of a gamer. never have been so this is actually my first time-ish touching games in a long while. my longest experience was playing roblox with my younger brother when we were younger."

user2: how about oscar or logan playing some games?

she presses her lips together, thinking of ways she could be able to convince her best friends to join her for some online games. when, neither of them has really dabbled much in the hobby. "i'm sure logan will be pretty keen to try, but i'm not so sure about oscar. i'll try to convince him, though he's back in australia for the majority of the break, unfortunately. the timezone difference is absolutely insane."

logansargeant: guys, ask her what her hobbies are

"logan, get off my chat!"

logansargeant: im gonna expose you on twitter for cyberbullying

logansargeant: #endcyberbullying2023

user3: #justice4logan

user4: #justice4logan

user5: u should talk about taylor swift

“oh, my god! i should!” she squeals. “we should host a listen party when she releases reputation! how good was the 1989 vault tracks?”

user6: omg ur so right

user7: iion slaps

user8: slut! is my favourite i think

“1989 had the best vault tracks,” she nods, lips pressed together. “my favourite is ‘now that we don’t talk’ because i like calling my mom.”

blythe.yln: where is lando!!!

“guys, i don’t know. he texted me 5 minutes ago saying he was setting up his pc,” she grins into the camera. “hopefully he’s here soon.”

dalton.yln: i miss oscar

oscahpastry: i miss u too

“you’ve got phones, yeah?” she grins, “use it instead of flooding my chat.”

user1: yeah guys, some of us are trying to get her attention

user9: u guys get that enough

user10: leave some for us pls

user11: yeah y so selfish

she scoffs. "right, guys? can you believe these people?"

the discord sound makes her jump, lando's voice filling up her headphones. "yo, i'm sorry! i was looking for my keyboard."

"where'd you find it, lando?"

"under the bed. apparently, that's where i kept it the last time i streamed," lando laughs. "okay, let's start off with a little horror game? it's called phasmophobia."

"a scary game?" she looks at the camera. "why would i willingly play that?"

"lando, i'm gonna kill you!" she screeches, eyes closing as the creepy sounds from the game boost in her headphones. she peeks through her eye, watching the two hands on her screen before the screen goes foggy.

lando's laughter replaces the eerie sounds of the game, making her roll her eyes. "i told you to hide and close the door!”

“i didn’t know where the stupid door even was!” she screams back, slamming the table. “lando, i don’t wanna play this game anymore!”

“but it’s so fun!”

“lando!”

logansargeant: that was funny

logansargeant: lemme join u some time

user11: omg

user11: half the grid’s gonna be on twitch?

“yeah, i’m so nice, right?” she jokes. “i’m letting them explore different career options. influencer era or something, i believe.”

oscahpastry: i only created an account to annoy her :/

seb.v5: same

user12: no shot thats actually sebastian vettel

maxverstappen1: so we are all just here waiting for an invite from these two???

logansargeant: theyre gatekeeping the stream from us :(

maxverstappen1: i wanna play fortnite

seb.v5: wait i know that game

maxverstappen1: let me join or i’ll report your account

“that’s not very nice, max,” she frowns. she looks away for a second. “lando, max says he’ll report my account if we don’t invite him to play fortnite.”

“oh, let him report you. just make another account, mate!” lando laughs. “ask him to join us phasmophobia! it’s so fun seeing you scream.”

she turns to the camera with a lopsided grin. “chat, tell lando you don’t wanna see me scream in phasmo anymore please. i’m sick of this game, i’ve got no idea what i’m doing, and i haven’t guessed the ghost correctly this entire time.”

logansargeant: keep playing phasmophobia u pussy

oscahpastry: yeah pussy

user5: its v entertaining icl

maxverstappen1: but phasmophobia costs money

“costs money?” she repeats, confusion on her face. “max? do you need financial aid?”

user10: isnt max a millionaire??????

user13: bro is complaining about a game that barely costs anything while getting paid millions a year 💀

oscahpastry: that’s wild ngl

maxverstappen1: wow i just got cyberbullied.

maxverstappen1: i’ll go get it now damn.

she sighs. “guess we’re continuing with this stupid game.”

“lando, where am i going?” max shouts, her character watching max’s go around in circles, flickering the flashlight on and off. “what am i even supposed to do?”

teaching one person how to play a complicated game like phasmophobia is easy. teaching two, however, is absolutely absurd. lando doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.

“lando, there’s something written in the book!” she cheers, crouching her character down. she leans into her monitor as she tries to make out what it says. “bitch, it says run!”

she quickly gets up and walks out. “don’t have to tell me twice.”

“run where?” max shouts, his character still running in circles. “(y/n), where are you? escort me out.”

“guys, just stay inside the house and help me out!” lando whines, his character flickering the flashlight at max’s. “turn around, max. i’m here with you.”

“i’m going to the van.”

“no, you’re not! come here and camp the ghost with us!”

“absolutely not! i’m so scared shitless!”

“we should’ve just played fortnite, you know.”

“guys, please! you just have to hold the equipment for me.”

“oh, my god! oh, my god! the front door is locked!” she screams. “the front door is locked!”

logansargeant: lol dsurv

oscahpastry: not so tough now (y/n)

user8: LMFAO THAT GHOST IS HUNTIN

user14: dude the chaos is insane

user15: i need her to stream everyday actually

user16: she’s gonna be an influencer i can feel it in my bones

user17: u guys should try valorant

oscahpastry: i’d join if they play valorant

user4: omg thats crazy

user18: i kinda want to see it

user19: max playing valorant? the rage that man would feel

“lando, i’m dead again!” she screeches, slamming her mouse down into her desk. “we should’ve just played fortnite.”

logansargeant: ur issues with the door are hilarious

user4: i’ll be thinking about your inability to hide in a room for days

oscahpastry: evidence that u wouldnt survive a horror movie at all

seb.v5: maybe you should stick to sitting there and looking pretty

user20: OMG SEB CALLED HER PRETTYYYYY

user21: are we all so shocked?

user22: yeah, he looks at that girl like she aligns the stars in the sky on a race weekend

user23: him during her podium celebration cured my depression (real)

logansargeant: girl why r u just stalking lando as a ghost

“lando,” she whispers. “i saw the ghost in the corner for the room.”

“what?” max asks, voice trembling slightly. “what corner?”

“that corner.”

“what corner?”

“there. i’m pointing at it.”

“i can’t see you, stupid. you’re dead.”

“then that’s too bad.”

“i figured what type of ghost it is!” lando cheers. “follow me, max. let’s get out of this stupid house and play your stupid fortnite or something.”

“oh, how lovely! i saw (y/n)’s chat… something about valorant,” max mutters, following lando through the dark house. “i’ve seen that on tiktok and it looks kinda- lando, why’d you close the door?”

“i told you i saw the ghost lurking more than usual,” she mutters.

“i don’t even know what that means!” max shouts.

“i didn’t close the door, mate!” lando laughs. “go and hide in a room, max!”

“where? i don’t know where to go!” max screams, frantically running around in hopes of finding solace somewhere.

her character follows behind the entity in the game, clearly running around to find max. “oh, she’s coming for you, max! she’s angry!”

“i don’t know where to go!” max screams, his character running by the entryway in confusion. “lando, where do i go?”

“max, she’s coming! go in the closet!”

“what closet? oh, okay! i see it!”

“close the door, max!”

“what door- oh! okay!”

“did he live?”

“i think so. the ghost is lurking outside max’s door,” she grins into the camera, watching the entity walk back and forth outside the room max is in.

“don’t come out yet.”

“not even a chance, mate.”

“okay, she’s gone,” she sighs. “i’m gonna log out and create an account on fortnite.”

“we’re not gonna play valorant?”

“okay, chat, we’re waiting for oscar to finish the tutorial,” she smiles. “we should be in our first game in a couple of minutes.”

user24: bro ur tutorial was horrendous

user25: i love watching people be bad at valorant

user26: shes so real for that though

user27: she’d play sage for sure

seb.v5: i can’t believe you got oscar to join you

user28: and logan 🤨

user17: outrageous that i’ve been begging the grid to join lando’s streams and here she comes casually getting them to play silly games

user3: real

user28: everyone say thank you (y/n)

blythe.yln: i can’t believe u didnt ask me to join u

blythe.yln: i’m the best at valorant

blythe.yln: i’m better than dalton

user29: YES BLYTHE SPEAK YOUR TRUTH

“so, what do i do again, dalton?” lando asks softly. “what’s the ‘e’ button do?”

“puts up a wall,” the younger kid says. “and then it heals you too, but damages other people. even your teammates.”

“who’s this eminem looking bro?” max asks, giggling slightly. “frank ocean, i saw on tiktok.”

user30: my roman empire is blythe being a pro valorant player but this is the first time her sister is trying the game

“well, i’m sorry for doing other things than playing valorant,” she jokes with a smile. “but, yes, guys! blythe plays valorant for a living which is exactly why we didn’t invite her to play.”

user31: blythe is a pro val player!!?!?!?

user31: since when??

blythe.yln: yeah guys follow my twitch, i’ll treat u better

“i’m going to ban you from my chat if you keep marketing, blythe,” she frowns, though a smile creeping up on her face. “where is dalton?”

blythe.yln: dalton is my valorant spawn… i taught him what he knows

user31: dalton to go pro in a couple years?

user32: omg that’s crazy

user1: the yln’s are gonna take over the valorant scene

user6: blythe getting a redbull gaming clutch would be to die for

“mate, dalton, what’s this girl in the yellow jacket do? she looks stylish,” oscar asks.

“she’s got a turret and grenades,” dalton answers simply.

“alright, how do i get her?”

“you gotta play the game.”

“oh, what? that’s so unfair.”

“yeah, i’m sure that sucks that you’ve got to play the game, oscar,” she says. “where is logan?”

“i’m sorry,” the sigh in logan’s sentence making her laugh. “i got stuck.”

“how?” oscar asks with a laugh. “they literally tell you what to do.”

“i couldn’t find the buttons they were asking me to press,” logan mumbles with a hint of disappointment.

“are you actually intellectually hindered, mate?” she cries with a laugh, covering her eyes. “do you not frequent a laptop?”

“not really, no.”

“it shows,” oscar adds on.

blythe.yln: he’s gonna be shit

user5: so real i can alr see it

user11: dude they’re gonna be screaming at each other soon

“let’s do a quick test game,” dalton mutters as logan’s in-game name pops up on the screen. “just a short game.”

“with real people?” lando asks in a small voice. “that can trash talk me?”

“just trash talk them back, mate,” max answers. “easy.”

“just find their ip address and hit them,” logan suggests. “that’s easier.”

“what?”

“don’t pretend like you wouldn’t do it too, (y/n)!” logan whines. “come on, let’s start!”

“how do i defuse the spike?” max screams, looking at the ground as he runs around. “where even is it?”

“your left,” dalton says. “keep walking.”

blythe is now sat next to her older sister, leg propped up in her seat as she watches the screen.

“okay, okay, go to the right and look right here,” blythe mutters, pointing at the screen. “and then aim right here,” she adjusts her sister’s mouse, “when you see somebody, shoot.”

“that’s not fair. (y/n)’s literally got a pro helping her with the game,” oscar complains.

“you’re dead. literally doesn’t matter if someone’s helping you or not,” logan states. “we suck, man.”

“okay, i figured out how to defuse the bomb,” max says softly. “what now?”

“learn to play better,” blythe says loud enough for the microphone to pick up her voice. “i’ll teach you guys.”

“thank you for tuning into my stream,” she grins with a clap. “i appreciate all of the support and teaching me how to play the games. and roasting me.”

logansargeant: bro we suck

seb.v5: should stick to racing and leave gaming to blythe and dalton

“i read each and every comment you guys sent in the chat and they’re all very endearing. except yours, seb,” she stares into the camera with a stern expression, “yours were just outright unnecessary and kinda mean.”

oscahpastry: start a podcast next

maxverstappen1: i wanna be first guest

user16: please stream regularly!!

user10: make oscar play lethal company or i’ll cry

oscahpastry: stop giving her ideas

user21: when r u streaming again

“i will try to stream in a couple of days, after my shoots and marketing stuff with the team,” she grins. “thank you for watching me scream for 4 hours. catch you guys soon. stay kind and stay safe.”

user2: i’ll miss you 🫶🏼

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yxngbxkkie · 6 months

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comfort (s.c)

i saw a tik tok where it looked like changbinnie was getting ignored, and it absolutely broke my heart 😭 so, to fix it, i wrote this cute fic 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You hook a leg under your thigh as you continue to scroll through tik tok. You smile at the edits people have made of Changbin, your boyfriend of three years. You giggle at how adorable he is, double tapping the video to like it.

The door to your shared apartment opens, causing you to lift your head. Changbin walks through the door, dropping the bag in his hands. A frown instantly comes to your lips as he doesn't greet you.

He walks past you, going down the short hallway before heading into the bedroom. You lock your phone, setting it on the arm of the couch.

“Bin?” You gently call out his name, lifting yourself from the couch.

You peek into your bedroom, seeing Changbin sitting on the edge of your bed. He scrolls through his phone, aimlessly scrolling through Twitter.

“Baby?” You whisper the pet name, hoping he heard you.

He doesn't look in your direction, seeming pretty focused on the tweets. You release a quiet sigh, stepping towards him before sinking to your knees.

You rest your hands against his meaty thighs, gently rubbing the clothed muscle. “Did something happen?” You question him.

His dark eyes finally meet yours, and you can see the unshed tears in them. You whisper, “oh, honey,” before moving to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I don't get it,” he mumbles into your neck, feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. You rub his back gently as Changbin circles his arm around your waist. “I do everything for them. Why don't they love me as much as I love them?”

“Stay loves you, Bin,” you reassure him while combing your fingers through his hair. “Just before you got home, I saw so many edits of you.”

Changbin lifts his head, his eyes turning red from him crying. You give him a soft smile, wiping the excess tears. “Did you really?” He asks in a tiny voice, moving his hands to your outer thighs.

You nod your head, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “Absolutely, Binnie. I've seen a lot of Stays simp for you, baby,” you tell him truthfully, doing your best to make him feel better.

He doesn't say anything, dropping his gaze to his lap. “Tonight,” Changbin starts but instantly pauses, taking a deep breath. “We did the pre-recording for our comeback. As we were leaving, I waved and said goodbye, but as soon as Jeongin came, everyone was screaming. I just don't get why they don't scream for me. Am I that bad?”

“Baby, no,” you lift his head, making him look at you. “You're not bad at all. You're so loved by so many people, I promise you.”

Changbin sniffles and nods his head. “I love you,” he whispers, returning his gaze to you.

You give him a toothy grin, dipping your head down to capture his lips with yours. “Just remember that you're so loved. Not only by your members, but by true Stays,” you remind him after pulling away. “And me, of course.”

A smile comes to his lips, the first one you've seen tonight. You stroke his cheeks, pinching them softly. “I'm so grateful for you, baby,” he sighs, leaning forward to rest his head against your stomach.

“I love you so much, Seo Changbin,” you sigh into his hair, placing a couple of quick kisses to the top of his head. “My strong and talented baby.”

The two of you stay connected for almost ten minutes. One of your hands glides up and down his back while the other plays with his black hair.

“Did you eat?” Changbin asks, pulling back to look at you.

“I was waiting for you,” you tell him with a giggle. You shift in his arms, plopping yourself onto his lap. “I figured we could order something and cuddle on the couch.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, releasing a hum. “I like the sound of that. Can we order my favorite?” Changbin asks, squeezing your body against his.

“Of course, baby,” you giggle, slipping a hand underneath the back of his shirt. “We can get whatever you want!”

Changbin grows excited and lifts himself off of the bed, carrying you in his buff arms. “I got so lucky with you,” he almost squeals, pressing chaste kisses to your cheek while heading into the living room.

“You say that, but I think I'm the one lucky one,” you laugh, kissing his cheek.

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vampyrsm · 1 year

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✦ 'spilt ice cream.' 2k

✦ general warnings; reader is pregnant, bakugou is extremely doting and very soft here. it's honestly just pure fluff. 'baby' 'princess' 'angel' used as petnames.

✦ notes; i wrote this a year ago and just found it. it's been roughly edited and posted i'm sorry if there are any mistakes, anyway here you go lol enjoy :)

A loud crash and clanging sound had Katsuki shooting up in his bed, hand instinctively reaching to your side of the bed to feel for your hand but with each frantic swipe of his hand, he couldn't find you there. He quickly turned his attention to your slowly-cooling side of the bed; empty.

His stomach twisted, heart aching. His wife — his quirkless and pregnant wife — was nowhere to be seen. He got up from the bed with eased practice put into his silent footsteps, there was no light in the hall, no light streaming from the bathroom.

The darkness usually didn't bother someone like Katsuki but tonight it made him feel sick, physically sick because what if you were hurt? What if someone had broken in and got to you? You couldn't defend yourself, Katsuki knew you could fight - he had taken the time before your pregnancy and in the first five years of your relationship to train you himself. You were strong, but pregnancy had you a little more relaxed, the urge to curl into your husband instead of defending yourself.

He blinked away the thoughts of the worst things that could have happened and edged closer to the open-plan lounge, the only light was the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. He flexed his hands, preparing to fire off an explosion at anyone who dared to step foot into his apartment but when his eyes turned down to the heap on the floor, his blood ran cold. You weren't laid down in any apparent danger, but you were kneeling on the floor holding something in your hands.

He rushed forward, startling you in the process with the sudden loud footsteps and you flinched, blinking wildly at the darkness when he lurched forward and down to your side, hand instantly coming to your lower back carefully. His eyes frantically searched your face, aware of the fright he had given you but more concerned about why you were kneeling on the floor when you were seven months pregnant.

He opened his mouth to speak before he looked down at your hands, you were clutching an empty bowl that was once filled with the chocolate ice cream that was slowly melting into the wooden floorboards.

You sniffled as he stared at the mess, unsure if he would be mad at you for ruining the wood or for being so damn loud about it.

Katsuki lifted his head instantly at the sound, eyes softening when he saw the tears sticking your eyelashes together. "M'sorry, m'sorry." you babbled, louder sniffling happening as you tried to control the sudden flood of hormones that practically demanded you cry over spilt ice cream.

"Hey.. hey, don't cry over it. I don't care, 'kay? I can always clean it." his voice was riddled with rasp from his sleep, a softness in his voice preserved only for you.

And he cupped your face gently, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe away the tears that dared to stain your face. "What happened anyway, angel? You alright?" he inspected you once again when you sniffled, a hand instinctively tucked against your stomach.

"Y-Yeah, tripped over somethin'." you pouted, and Katsuki pulled you in to press a kiss to your temple.

"That's why we turn on lights baby." he watched as you narrowed your eyes at him in a momentary glare, he bit the inside of his cheek to keep his laugh down at the cute pout and glare.

"Wanted t'see the stars properly," you grumbled, swiping at your nose with the back of your hand as you looked away from him. And he finally laughed, a soft, quiet laugh that had your cheeks warming.

"You shoulda woke me up." and you shook your head at that.

"No! You work too hard for me and my stupid pregnancy cravings to bother you." you huffed out and Katsuki clicked his tongue, turning your head so you were forced to look him in the eyes.

"Listen to me, I don't give a shit if you wake up at 4am every other night craving the weirdest shit. I care about your safety, both of your safety." he spared a glance downwards, your hand still soothing over your stomach before you pouted at him again.

"Don't give me that face, you know I'm right." you mumbled a quiet 'whatever' under your breath, narrowing your eyes away when Katsuki planted a firm kiss on your forehead. "Sit on the couch, I'll clean this up." He helped you delicately off the floor, listening to you groan at the feeling in your thighs and the way your back ached, you sighed heavily once you were back on your feet.

He watched as you, carefully, stepped around in the dark before listening to the telltale signs of you breathing out a breath of relief when your back hit the soft back of the couch. He wasted no time cleaning up, flicking on the kitchen lights so only part of the open plan house was lit up, he could see you were now cuddled up beneath the fluffy throw and head turned to look out of the windows.

He was absolutely smitten with you, even more now you were carrying his child but he had always loved you. Ever since he first laid eyes on you when he was out on patrol, you offered him a coffee with a smile when he stopped for his break. He came back every time he was on patrol after that, at first it was just pleasant smiles exchanged and then it slowly grew into conversations, conversations turned into him waiting for you to finish work so he could walk you safely to the train station.

Then it turned into numbers exchanged, Katsuki being bashful when he asked if you wanted to go on a date with him to a restaurant. He remembers the first time he saw you in a beautiful dress, he was so used to the casual clothes you wore to work at the cafe. He knew already he wanted to marry you, but once he saw you in that dress he couldn't help but imagine you in the dress you'd marry him in.

And when he did propose to you, you leapt into his arms and squealed your 'yes! yes! of course I'll marry you!', peppering kisses all over his face between breathless laughs. He had been married to you for a year, and the pregnancy wasn't planned but it was something you both talked about for in the future when he had more time off, more time to spend with his family.

He didn't even realise he was working on autopilot until he was standing in front of you with your now new bowl of ice cream, handing it off carefully to you as you almost snatched it from his hands.

He smiled, not that you could see it in the darkness, but he smiled at the way you acted when you were pregnant. He didn't know what to expect but he loved every second of it.

He dropped gently into the spot next to you, carefully moving one side of the blanket and snuggling under it with you. His hand slipped behind your back, an arm securely around your waist whilst his other hand laid against your stomach, drawing soft patterns with his fingertips against the material of the shirt you were wearing.

He nestled his head against your shoulder, eyes peering over to the skyline before you both, then to you as you bathed in the moonlight and quietly enjoyed the ice cream you had wanted so deep in the night. He didn't often get to indulge you like this, having found you usually as you were finishing up your midnight trips.

Truth is, Katsuki had been working more than usual. He didn't want to, but he had to. He had to make sure he had enough money to support his future family, enough money for you all to live comfortably whilst he took the time off to be with you both.

The idea of not working as a hero at first scared him, even if it were just a small amount of leave, but once he started seeing the natural glow on your face and the way you beamed at him whenever you'd show him a tiny pair of shoes or when you were both picking out paints for the nursery.. he knew then it'd be worth just taking a step back, all of his friends would have his back.

Kirishima had offered to take his patrols, even Denki offering himself up too. They were all so nice about it, Katsuki was the first of the 'squad' to become a father which was a surprise to everyone. But they knew how whipped you had him, how he was absolutely doting on you whenever he saw you.

Katsuki planted a soft kiss on your shoulder, feeling you lean more back into his warmth as you cradled your nearing empty bowl. "D'you think I'm going to be a good mom?" you said quietly, words almost a whisper but they made Katsuki switch his gaze quickly to your side profile.

You were still focused on the night sky, and he wondered what made you think these things. He knew often your hormones got the better of you.

"Of course." he said before planting a kiss on your neck and snuggling into it "You're gonna be the best fuckin' mom, I just know it," he spoke against your skin, earning himself a shiver that shot down your spine.

"Yeah?" he hummed his confirmation against you, fingers still carefully stroking along your stomach. "You're gonna be the best dad, Kat," you spoke after a moment, turning your head slightly so you could see him.

Katsuki planted his chin on your shoulder, eyes meeting yours before he gave you a soft smile. "Damn right I am baby," he smirked, watching how you rolled your eyes playfully before he leaned in to plant a firm yet loving kiss on your lips.

"C'mon, let's get back to bed." he jostled you softly in his arms, and you blinked gently before nodding as if you remembered how late it was. He watched you carefully uncurl from his side, shuffling to the edge of the couch before you got up to your feet. His hand never once left your back as he got up too, planting a kiss on the crown of your head as he swiped the bowl from your hands before you could protest.

"Go on, I'll be there in a minute princess." He watched as you trudged back to the bedroom, hands now carefully brushing along the walls to guide you back to the warmth of your room.

No more than 5 minutes had passed as Katsuki re-entered the bedroom, your figure on the bed under the stream of moonlight that snuck through the crack of the curtains. He could hear the gentle puffs of your breathing, you were asleep already and he smiled at that.

He carefully, quietly and softly got back into bed so as to not disturb you. Climbing into the spot next to you and gently pulling the blankets comfortably over the both of you as he leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to your temple which had you humming in your sleep.

Katsuki snuggled up close to you, careful of his arm placement as he secured you in place, eyes slowly drifting as he listened to your rhythmic breathing and the gentle patter of your heart.

#— alex rambles #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader

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aemrsy · 15 days

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Jake Webber x reader you guys start to become really close ur Tara’s friend so you are always around and he starts to develop a huge crush on you

sugary love

a/n: this is so much longer than i usually write but this request really inspired me so here it is!!!

summary: you and jake are forced to be alone together because tara bailed but it ends extremely well for you two

tw: none

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you recently started doing youtube and it was really working out for you the people loved you. when you started growing in popularity you attended influencer parties and got to know alot of really cool people one of them being tara yummy, you guys had alot in common when it came to your content and the way you dress so naturally you grew really close to her which meant you were always around her friends.

her ex boyfriend jake and her had a really close relationship which shocked you but the more you hung out with them the more you realized they were actually just friends there wasn't any tension between them the friendship felt real and genuine.

tara and zach from the dropouts podcast that she works as a co-host on have been dating for about a month now and she's been telling you all about it their relationship is so adorable and you love hearing all about it but sometimes it just makes you wanna crawl in a hole and die because of how single you felt seeing them together but it was nice to see tara happy.

jake had a food stream scheduled for you, him and tara which you were really excited about because it was the first food stream you'd be in.

you've been in lots of videos with jake, johnnie and tara and they've been in many of yours but you've never been in one of jake's signature food streams.

you were currently on your way to jake's house and you got a call from tara, you picked up anxiously in the backseat of your uber hoping that the uber driver wouldn't be all ears listening to the conversation you were about to have.

"hey tar, what's up?"

you said starting the conversation you assumed she'd say she's running a bit late or she can't find anything to wear.

"y/n i'm so sorry girl, but i can't come today i've got a date with zach it didn't cross my mind when i made plans with jake. i just called him and he said it was fine but i wanted to let you know i won't be there today"

this was the first time that you and jake were gonna be alone you two are close but weirdly you haven't hung out alone at all so you were in for an awkward time when you got there.

"shit ugh it's fine it's okay, i hope you have a really good time with zach tonight and you better tell me all the gorey details when you get home babe."

you said with a laugh, you two said you're goodbyes over the phone after that and it didn't take that much longer before you got to the house.

you got there and knocked on the door and you admired the surroundings of the house while you waited, who knew jake would keep his front yard so clean?

jake swings the door open taking you out of your thoughts. you looked up at him he was wearing a black tank top and his 'no name' pj pants you let out a sigh of relief after seeing that he wasn't wearing anything too fancy because you were wearing an off the shoulder crop top and sweat pants which was a pretty lazy outfit for you.

he had the car keys to his tesla in his hands. when he went to greet you he took you in for a hug and you felt the cool metal of the car keys on your back.

when you two pulled away from the hug you spoke up,

"i haven't had breakfast i'm starving..what are we eating today?"

it was noonish but it was normal for you to skip on breakfast you just had lots of snacks to make up for it.

you and jake were already walking to the car he opened the car door on the passenger side motioning for you to get in and you did exactly as you were told.

before he shut the door to get in on his side he grabbed the roof of the car door leaning forward to answer your question.

"i was thinking crumbl cookie? i haven't done this week's crumbl review yet"

your eyes lit up you had the biggest sweet tooth ever and you fucking loved cookies so much, you nodded vigorously.

"oh my god yes! i love crumbl"

jake chuckled seeing your childlike excitement. he made his way around the car and got into the driver's seat, as he started driving off you looked out the window awkwardly fiddling with a strand of your hair.

jake couldn't keep his eyes off you which made it hard to focus on the road he thought you looked absolutely stunning (like he always does). the car ride was silence with lots of tension and awkwardness hanging around the air, you made it to crumbl before it got too awkward thankfully.

jake reached out and put his hand on the back of your seats head rest looking back as he parked the car.

this did something to you and you couldn't help but admire how he looks so focused so careful, before you could look away his eyes caught yours he smirked as your face turned a bright pink.

you looked away cursing yourself under your breath. he spoke up sensing your embarrassment,

"well we're here"

you look over at him and he's pursing his lips waiting for you to respond.

"yeah yeah um i'm just gonna.."

you go to open the car door but he grabs your wrist firmly enough for you to stop but not too harsh he quickly got out of the car to open the door for you.

"wow jake what a gentleman"

you said teasingly as you nudged his arm a little, he chuckled closing the car door behind you before you both made your way into the place.

as soon as you got in there the smells were heavenly, you took a deep breath taking it all in while jake made his way over to the counter to order.

the flavors this week were milk chocolate chip, confetti milkshake, galaxy brownie, strawberry cupcake and snicker doodle.

your mouth watered at the sight of the box when jake picked it up from the counter.

you grabbed it from him as if it were your first born child and rushed over to the car with him.

the two of you sat down in the car, jake was setting up his phone to start streaming, you pulled out the mirror on the passenger seat side fixing your hair and reapplying your lip gloss.

jake looked over at you his heart thumped a little louder as you pursed your lips forward after finishing.

"you look so pretty"

he blurted out he was a little embarrassed saying something so risky but he played it off cool.

you too tried to hide the fact that you were extremely flustered and you looked at him to reply,

"thanks jake you don't look too bad yourself"

you placed a hand on his face pinching the flesh of his cheek as a grandma would to her grandchild .

jake rolled his eyes playfully and started the stream,

"hey chat! today we're gonna be trying this week's crumbl cookies with the very special miss y/n"

he motioned over to you and you waved smiling at the camera.

the two of you tried all the cookies and were very satisfied with most of them this week's batch did not dissapoint at all.

you were finally on your last cookie of the day before ending the stream it was the galaxy brownie one the one you were most excited for,

jake picked it up splitting it in two and he gave you the bigger half. your heart melted at the gesture you gave him a big genuine smile that was a silent 'thank you'.

you guys both took big bites of the cookie and nodded in approval together just enjoying the chocolatey goodness.

jake looked over to you and his eyebrows furrowed ,

"hey you got some on your face"

you frantically tried to find the spot to wipe it off but you failed miserably.

"here let me"

jake said before reaching out and wiping it off your face. his thumb lingered on your lips for a moment you couldn't get over the way he was looking at you it's as if he was saying 'i really want to kiss you' with his eyes your heart was beating out of your chest at this point.

you both were suddenly very aware that you were still on stream and it took you out of the trance you were in. he swiftly moved his hand away clearing his throat awkwardly.

you curiosly looked at chat letting out a barley audible gasp as you read what was being said,

y/nluvr: bro the sexual tension omg

jakewebbersgf: the eye contact??

iluvjakeandjohnnie: he's literally in love with her

tarashoe: i ship so hard wtf

you gave jake a knowing look and he opened his mouth to speak so he could wrap up the stream before it got too messy.

"okay guys so i think we're gonna wrap it up here love ya so much byee"

you waved bye to jake's phone camera before setting your hands down in your lap and fiddling with your fingers nervously.

jake notices your nerves and tries to push down his own nerves as he speaks,

"so uhm.."

his nerves get the best of him and he can't think of anything to say.

you on the other hand had a wave of bravery and confidence wash over you and you shake your head in a 'i might regret this' kind of way looking into his eyes and leaning in, your lips touch for a second.

he grabbed your face and pulled you in again this time it was passionate and loving you felt bliss.

when the two of you pulled away you were all giggly like teens that just had their first kiss.

his hands were rested on your cheek yours on the nape of his neck.

"so does this mean i don't have to give you the lengthy story of how i've liked you for so long and i was scared to say anything.. because i think that kiss just said it for me"

he said smiling down at you,

"yeah, do you think your kisses can do all your talking? because that was fucking amazing"

you said with a teasing chuckle. he slid his hands down your body resting them against your waist and pulling you in for another kiss.

the rest of the day was spent talking about your feelings towards each other not knowing you were about to be the internet's next 'it' couple and now everyday on you anniversary you'd get crumbl cookie as a reminder of this day.

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#jake and johnnie #jake webber #jake webber x reader #johnnie guilbert x reader #tara yummy x reader #jake webber x y/n #jake webber x you

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hookhausenschips · 1 month

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Pixelated Chaos

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Summary: Y/N, an avid gamer and popular streamer, prepares for her usual gaming session but with a twist – her boyfriend Lando joins her while he’s away on a triple header. They embark on an immersive adventure together, navigating through the eerie corridors, engaging her chat with banter and laughter as they face challenges and jump scares. Despite moments of fright, they enjoy the experience, ultimately triumphing together. Their bond strengthens as they conquer virtual obstacles, affirming that they can face any challenge as long as they're together.

Word Count: 845 (very short)

A/N: this is loosely based on this video that I died while watching rn

Requested? No

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Lando taglist: @esserenorris, @tallrock35, @yourbane

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Y/N finds herself seated before her glowing monitor, poised to embark on another virtual adventure. Today, however, there's a twist in the tale of her online escapades. As she navigates through the intricacies of her chosen game, she's joined not by the avatars of strangers or fellow gamers, but by the digital echo of her absent boyfriend, Lando.

“Hello Chat! How are we feeling tonight?” Y/N asked as her face appeared on the screen. Various replies rolled through the chat, welcoming back their favorite streamer. Y/N smiled as she received a notification from Discord notifying her that Lando was ready to call. “Okay chat, can you guess what we’re playing tonight?”

Many people's guesses were from Minecraft to Warzone, and almost everything in between. She grinned at her viewers as they waited in anticipation. “Tonight!” She said dramatically waving her fingers at the screen before continuing, “I am Escaping the Backrooms but not without a little help of course.” Her chat then erupted hearing Lando’s voice greet his girlfriend.

Lando and his girlfriend, Y/N, had been looking forward to their weekend gaming session for weeks. They were both avid gamers and loved trying out new and immersive experiences together.

As they entered the virtual world, they found themselves standing in a dimly lit corridor, the sound of distant footsteps echoing around them. Lando chuckled nervously, adjusting his headset as Y/N squeezed his hand for reassurance.

"Ready to face the unknown, babe?" Y/N said with a grin, her voice slightly muffled by the as she adjusted her headset.

Lando nodded, his heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. "Let's do this."

Together, they began to navigate through the labyrinthine corridors of the backrooms, their footsteps echoing eerily against the concrete walls. The atmosphere was tense, with every creak and groan of the virtual environment sending shivers down their spines.

Y/N's Twitch chat was buzzing with excitement as she and Lando delved deeper into the eerie world of the game. The dimly lit corridors and distant echoes set the perfect ambiance for the stream. As they cautiously navigated through the labyrinthine passages, Y/N couldn't help but crack a joke about Lando's jumpiness.

"Hey, Lando, you sound more scared than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs!" Y/N teased, earning a chorus of laughter from her viewers.

Lando chuckled nervously, his character's flashlight trembling in-game. "Hey, I'm just being cautious, okay? You never know what's lurking around the corner in this place."

As they ventured into the depths of the backrooms, eerie sounds filled the air, causing both Y/N and Lando to tense up. Y/N couldn't resist poking fun at the situation. "Come on, Lando, don't tell me you're scared of a few pixelated monsters. Where's that brave adventurer spirit of yours?"

Lando rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh, it's here, alright. Just taking a coffee break while my heart tries to escape through my chest."

As they progressed even deeper into the game, they encountered a series of increasingly difficult puzzles and obstacles. Y/N took the lead, her quick thinking and sharp wit guiding them through each challenge with ease, while Lando provided backup, occasionally letting out a scream or a nervous laugh whenever a particularly terrifying jump scare caught him off guard.

At one point, they stumbled upon a dark room filled with flickering fluorescent lights and strange, otherworldly noises. Y/N bravely stepped forward, her flashlight cutting through the darkness as they searched for clues to unlock the next area.

After their characters respawned once again after one of the monsters found them Y/N asked, “Hey did you put this on Easy mode or Nightmare?” Lando’s character turned towards Y/N’s before replying “Nightmare.”

Suddenly, several shadowy figures with creepy smiles leaped out from the darkness, sending Y/N and Lando screaming in terror. Lando doubled over with laughter, clutching his stomach as Y/N playfully scolded him. "You fucking scaredy-cat!" she teased, unable to hide her own laughter.

Brushing off their momentary fright, they continued on their quest, encountering more challenges and scares along the way. Each new room brought fresh surprises and unexpected twists, keeping them on their toes and fueling their excitement.

But despite the occasional frights and challenges, Lando and Y/N never lost sight of the most important thing: having fun together. As they finally reached the end of the game, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and their faces flushed with exhilaration, the chat erupted with their cheers.

"That was amazing," Y/N exclaimed, still buzzing with excitement.

Lando grinned, "Yeah, it was. But I think I need a break from virtual monsters for a while."

Y/N laughed, nodding along. "Agreed. But hey, at least we made it out of the backrooms in one piece."

As they both said goodbye to Y/N’s chat, they knew that no matter what challenges they faced in the virtual world or the real one, as long as they faced them together, they could conquer anything.

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meetingthestarcatchers · 7 months

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Crimson Lace

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x fem!reader

Summary: You have trouble placing a finger on where you know him from, until he invites you in

Warnings: nsfw (MDNI)

A/n: I feel like this picture gives off both college boy and camboy vibes from jake. (also I'm a whore for half up half down haired jake)

A new year of college had started last week and you were already late to a lecture. You glanced at your phone and groaned.

Pushing against the heavy doors, you walked into a fairly large hall, and you quickly sat down in one of the seats in the first few rows. As quietly as you could, you got your laptop out and focused on the words coming out of the professor's mouth.

Clearly, a few other students hadn't adjusted to the timetable, as a small trickle of them rushed through the door flushed and out of breath. However, separated from the group was a man whose curly hair sat on his shoulders with half of it tied up. You frowned as you recognised his face but couldn't place where you had seen him before.

He sat in the row in front of you, a few seats to the left of where you were sitting. He must of felt your eyes boring into the side of his head because he turned his head and gave you a slight smile before facing his laptop screen. You definitely knew his smile from somewhere and it was starting to annoy you that you couldn't pinpoint where from.

This continued on for another week before it finally hit you. You had watched him on onlyfans a couple times and every time that you had tuned in, you knew that it was going to be a good night. The way he spoke to everyone watching, the way he touched himself...

You shook your head in order to lose the thoughts and bring your focus back onto the information on the screen ahead. You had learnt that his name was Jake which you thought suited him perfectly since his online name was simply 'Sir', which you also thought matched him nicely.

Yet, another week passed and you had given into the urge to watch his streams whenever they were on. When passing him in the hallways or even walking anywhere on campus you would always glance at him but when he met your eyes, you would look away from him instantly.

Naturally, he started to wonder why you were acting this way. He had had many girls hit on him in his life but none had acted the way that you were. It wasn't until a Tuesday morning a few days later did he finally find out the reason for your actions.

He walked in late (again) to his morning lecture and saw you looking down at your phone, clearly more interested whatever was on your phone screen. He sat right behind you, without your noticing, and carefully looked over your shoulder to see what had grabbed your attention and he raised his eyebrows and smirked at the result. His page and videos were playing silently and he thought of a plan to get your interest.

Grabbing a pen and a scrap piece of paper, he wrote a quick note without signing it since he figured you were smart enough to figure it out for yourself. He leaned forward slowly and thanked the gods that you had decided to sit at the end of the row, so your bag was easy to get to. Slipping the note into it, he leaned back again and started flitting ideas for his stream tonight to peak your interest especially.

After a long day of note-taking and cups of coffee you walked into your dorm room, posters littered around the walls, and sat down at the desk by the window that overlooked a small garden area. Reaching into your bag to pull out your laptop, a small, yet neatly folded piece of paper flew out and you frowned and grabbed it in between your forefinger and middle finger. Unfolding it, you saw neat writing along the lines.

I've got a surprise for you when you watch me tonight. Don't be late sweetheart xx

Your cheeks heated at the realisation that he knows. The panic started to seep in so you took a few deep breaths and shook your head. It's probably someone playing a joke, you thought but glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearing 8pm and you weighed the decision in your head, settling on logging on just to see.

Just as you thought, a shirtless Jake sat in his desk chair, only the lower half of his face downwards visible. You decided to comment to see if he would recognise your username.

Angel888: glad I'm not late?

You watched as his mouth contorted into a smirk, and he ran his tongue along the front of his teeth. "Hi, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me, listening to my instructions." He said, and you immediately felt a flush of heat run through your body and down to your core. You pulled the curtains closed and turned the small lamp on, lighting up the room with a soft yellow glow.

You watched him slowly rub his hands down his toned abdomen and down onto his clothed bulge. He brought his hand back up and repeated the motion a few times. You followed suit and pulled off your large t-shirt leaving you in your bra and sleep shorts. You drew your hands past your belly button and back up, slowly grasping your right breast.

"Tonight is going to be a special stream since my sweetheart is here watching. And hopefully joining in." He said, pulling his sweats down slowly. You blushed at his comment and despite the fact you knew he couldn't see you, you hid your face slightly for a few seconds.

You watched as he palmed the noticeable bulge through his boxers and you assumed he was reading the comments since he chuckled and shook his head.

"You're all so fucking desperate." He groaned, slipping his underwear down his thighs and he gently squeezed his cock, pumping it slowly, and lazily swirling his thumb over the tip, breathy sounds falling from his lips. His hand slid over himself steadily, and his hips bucked and rolled gently into his grip.

“Mmm, fuck…feels so good.” His head leaned back slightly and you swore you heard a slight whimper in his throat. You couldn't stop yourself before you reached your hand into your shorts and ran your fingers lightly over your clit.

"Keep it slow, baby. That's it—fuck." You bit your lip at his words and nodded as if he was in the room with you. Your fingers moved further down and gathered some of your slick and brought it back up to draw small circles.

“Nothing but a hole for me to use.” He mumbled under his breath as it starts to pick up the pace slightly. You nodded your head rapidly as you lost yourself in the euphoria. Giving in completely, you pull the rest of your clothes off and return to your original position.

Following his words and actions, you pressed your forefinger and middle finger into your needy hole. Your walls tightened as you continued to pick up speed and fingered yourself for him.

"I bet you feel so fucking good...so much better than my fist." He moaned and faced the camera and you moaned loudly as you watched him, feeling yet another flush of heat fill you.

“Come on sweetheart,” he grunted “I'm so fucking close”

He didn't lean his head back, but continued to face the screen and let out a series of cuss words and moans before speaking again.

"I bet your little slutty pussy feels so fucking good, wanna fill it with my cum." He groaned and his mouth hung open in an 'O' shape and a string of noises came out of your mouth with every thrust of your fingers.

"Cum with me. C'mon sweetheart, I know you can do it." A few high pitched moans and gasps left your lips, and you heard almost a loud growl come from him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Euphoria took over your body and with a strained cry of his name, ecstasy flew down your spine and to every nerve in your body. His hips bucked up into his palm and you swore you heard your name being said every so quietly under his breath as he stroked himself through his orgasm.

After a few seconds of panting, you lifted your head up to look at him and was met with an image of Jake's chest and stomach painted with ropes of his cum.

He kept breathing heavily for a few seconds before smirking. "It's starting to get late now and I've gotta clean up. I'll see you all in the next stream. Except for you sweetheart, I'll see you soon" He said before reaching forward and turning the camera off and then the stream, leaving you sitting there, your pussy dripping, knowing that you were definitely going to talk to him as soon as you could.

#jake kiszka x reader #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut #camboy!jake kiszka #college!jake kiszka

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coldfanbou · 11 months

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Loving Two Mommies

We have Mommy Jihyo and Mommy Jeongyeon getting to have sex after being denied by their husbands. This is a heavily modified request that originally had them be pregnant. I had a different idea, so this is what we ended up with.

Length 4.1K

Jihyo x Mreader x Jeongyeon

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"Come on, honey, let's do it," Jeongyeon said as she shook her husband's arm.

"I'm not in the mood tonight."

"Honey, you're never in the mood anymore." She complains. "I even put this on for you." She says, gesturing to her lingerie. Her bra cupped her tits while leaving the nipple free. The same concept applied to her panties, and Jeongyeon wore a sheer nightgown over it.

"I'm sorry, but I don't feel like it." Her husband says while turning onto his side.

"Oh, okay," Jeongyeon says; she looks down at the floor with a sad expression. "I'm going to go to the bathroom really quickly." She says. Hearing no response, Jeongyeon walks into the bathroom and sits on the toilet. She puts her head in her hands and cries. Tears streamed down her face because of the rejection. "Doesn't he like me anymore? Ever since I gave birth, he hasn't touched me." She asks herself. Jeongyeon feels smaller the longer she thinks about it. Minutes pass before her husband even decides to ask if she's alright. The distant voice tells her that he didn't even bother getting up. "I'm fine." She shouts back to the other room. Jeongyeon looks at herself in the mirror as she stands up, huffing as she walks to the bedroom and replaces her lingerie with her regular sleepwear.

In another room, a similar situation plays out. "Come on; it's the first real vacation we get. We should have sex at least once."

"We have all week. I don't see why you're in such a rush. Just go to sleep." Jihyo's husband had the same dismissive attitude. Jihyo wanted to argue, wanted to fight with him but left the room instead. She found the lingerie she set out in the bathroom and threw it into a cabinet before leaving the hotel room. She went down to the hotel bar and ordered tons of drinks, drinking herself into a stupor. "He's such an asshole." She says to herself before ordering another drink.

You sat at a table watching this woman drink to extremes. You can't help but stare at her. Mesmerized by her beauty, you look her up and down multiple times. Her heavy-set breasts, small waist, and her thick legs are all attractive to you, not to mention her beautiful face. As you continue to stare, she turns her head and catches you. You look away quickly, embarrassed at being caught; you nurse your drink and try to play it off. Jihyo turns her head back toward the bar and smiles, enjoying the small bit of attention you gave her. She throws back her drink before walking over to you. You're stunned by her beauty as she sits in front of you and leans forward. You smell the alcohol on her breath as she speaks.

"I couldn't help but notice you staring at me from over here. Do you like what you see?" Jihyo's cleavage draws your attention.

"I-uh, um." You gulp and turn your eyes upwards, meeting hers in the process. Lust in her eyes, Jihyo leans forward just a little bit more. "I think you're really pretty. I mean, you're just so…so beautiful and sexy."

"Oh, you think I'm sexy? What about me is so sexy?" She asks.

"I mean, what's not? Your uh…"

"My what?" Jihyo asks, goading you to answer. She laughs at seeing you struggle.

"It’s your whole body, especially your boobs. They're so big." You finally say. You struggle to come up with more words. Jihyo notices someone in the room and waves her hand as she smiles in their direction.

"Jeongyeon! Is that you?" You turn your head to see a woman by the entrance to the bar. She turns her head toward your general direction and starts walking over. You watch her breasts bounce with her quick steps. She was a little thicker than the woman sitting in front of you but just as attractive. Jeongyeon looks behind her, thinking you were staring at someone else. When she realizes that you are staring at her, she blushes. As she reaches your table, Jihyo pats the seat next to her. "Sit! Sit!" As soon as Jeongyeon sits down, Jihyo hugs her. "It's been so long! What are you doing here?"

"I'm on a trip with my husband," she says.

"You too?"

"You mean you're with your husband too?" Jeongyeon asks before looking at you. "Is this him?"

"Oh no, my husband is in the room," Jihyo replies. Learning that they were both married women saddens you a little. It wasn't likely you'd be able to sleep with them, and Jihyo was just teasing you.

"Oh, then, who is this?"

"It’s a nice man who thinks I'm still sexy." Jihyo turns to look at you. "Thanks for that."

"It must be nice. My husband hasn't touched me since I gave birth."

Jihyo nods her head understanding the feeling. "Mine has been the same way." Knowing that the two women before you were mothers turned you on. They were both Milfs. Your eyes dart between the two, looking at their features. Jihyo catches you staring again. "I think he likes you too, Jeongyeon." Jeongyeon blushes again. "Come on, give him a better look," Jihyo says, patting her friend on the back. Jeongyeon tries to say no, but Jihyo is insistent. "Just a little like this." Jihyo leans forward again, letting you stare at her milk-filled breasts. Jeongyeon looks unsure of herself but follows her friend's lead and leans forward. You begin staring at her breasts, making Jihyo laugh. "See, he likes you too."

You want to make a move on them, but knowing that they were both married makes you doubt yourself. You gather the courage and speak up. "Would you ladies want to come back to my room?" Jihyo is shocked by the sudden invitation but debates taking it. She rubs her legs together, thinking about how this could be her opportunity to have sex again.

"Thank you, but no," Jeongyeon says. "I'm flattered, but I'm married. I couldn't do that."

"I-I'll go with you."

Jeongyeon turns to her friend after hearing her answer. "What? But you're married."

"I know Jeongyeon, but I want to feel like a woman again. I…I need to just for one night." Jeongyeon doesn't say a word and just nods her head. She steps aside as Jihyo stands up and walks with you to your room. She sits at the table, thinking about her own relationship.

As you walk into your room, Jihyo stands there awkwardly. "Um, would you like something to drink first?" Jihyo doesn't answer you; as you turn around, Jihyo presses her lips against yours. Your hands rest at her waist as you accept her kiss. You tug at her skirt until you find the zipper. It falls to the floor as you pull it down. Once out of breath, Jihyo starts to take off her shirt. You remove your clothes quickly, letting Jihyo see your cock standing at attention. Jihyo blushes at the sight. Her cunt is wet and quickly causes her panties to become damp. You kiss her again, pulling down her bra and freeing her breasts. As you squeeze them, she moans loudly. "Are you sure about this?"

"Don't ask me that," Jihyo says. "Carry me to the bedroom." Jihyo lifts her leg, and you take it in your hand. You place your other hand on the back of Jihyo's right leg, lifting her and carrying her to your bedroom. Jihyo feels your cock pressed against her stomach, a heat radiates from her cunt, and a hunger starts to fill her being. You kiss her neck as you lay her down; Jihyo lets small moans escape her. Your hands sneak behind her back and unlatch her bra; as you pull it off, you get to see them in all their glory. Mid-sized Dark brown nipples are what you first notice. Jihyo holds her arms under her breasts, pushing them together.

"Wow, your tits are amazing," you say. Jihyo has a soft smile at your words. She pushes out her chest, wanting you to give them more attention. You lean down, kissing around her breast before latching onto her nipple. Your tongue swirls around the small nub before you start suckling on it.

"Mmm, keep going." She moans. You move a hand down to Jihyo's panties, going under them, and you slide your fingers along her slit. Her puffy wet lips quickly soak your fingers. Jihyo raises her hand to her mouth, trying to keep from moaning any louder. "Ahh, wait…" Jihyo coos. You prod at her entrance with your fingers pushing in slightly before pulling back out. Jihyo closes her eyes and lets the pleasure overtake her. As your fingers push deeper into Jihyo, her chest begins to heave, and the slightly rich taste of her milk hits your tongue as you continue sucking on her breast. "I'm- I'm going to cum." She says before her hips thrust upwards, and she yells from the pleasure. Her lower body shakes, and she covers your fingers in sweet nectar.

Before she has a chance to recover, you position yourself between her legs. Moving her panties to the side, you rub your shaft against her slit, coating it in her juices. You watch milk leak from the young mother's breasts, and your hands go toward hers, holding them tightly. "I'm going in." You say to her. You start pushing past her lips and feel her pussy swallow your cock with ease. Jihyo moans as she feels your cock slide into her, separating her wall as you go deeper than she's ever been penetrated. Her walls caress every inch of your cock, holding you tightly. You give Jihyo a passionate kiss that she returns; you explore each other's mouths as you start thrusting. Jihyo's low and constant moans turn you on, and you begin to pick up the pace.

"Ah, more. Fuck me," she says in her sensual voice. You push her hands above her head as you break the kiss; moving down to her breasts, you take the other into your mouth. Drinking more of her milk, Jihyo tilts her head back and wraps her legs around your waist. You feel Jihyo's walls constrict around your cock as she approaches another orgasm. Filling your mouth with her milk, you give her another kiss sharing the rich liquid. Jihyo's initial shock is quickly replaced by bliss as she climaxes. Her legs tighten around you and push you deeper inside. "Cum inside me, please." Jihyo's eyes are filled with a certain kind of desperation, and you fulfill her request. A few thrusts later, your cock begins to throb inside her, and you explode, filling her womb with cum. Jihyo breaks free from your grip at that moment and leans up, capturing your lips for another kiss. Her arms wrap around your head until she runs out of breath. "Thank you." You both relax in that position until you grow soft inside her. As you pull out, a small amount of cum leaks from Jihyo's cunt. She looks down at it for a moment, deep in thought, before shaking her head.

You fall to her side and stare at her face. Jihyo's hair is plastered to her forehead, sweat dripping from her brow as she turns to look at you. She smiles at you, "I'm here for a few more days." Do you think we could do this again?" She asks shyly. You smile back at her.

"Of course, I don't think I could ever get enough of you." Jihyo stares at you for a while before leaning up and getting dressed. You watch her as she does, enjoying every curve of her body.

Jihyo opens the door to your bedroom and steps out. Sticking her head back into the room for a second, she asks, "See you tomorrow?" You nod your head, and she leaves your hotel room. You go through the thoughts about the sex you just had with her dozens of times in the minutes since she's left; eventually, you fall asleep to those thoughts.

As Jihyo returns to her room, she sees her husband sleeping on the bed, not a single concern about where she's been. Jihyo grabs her sleepwear and heads to the bathroom. She runs a bath and sits down in the warm water. Her thoughts run back to what she just did. It didn't feel wrong to her; it wasn't rough and animalistic. It was softer and more intense than she expected; she felt loved. As Jihyo recalls how you made love to her, her hands wander to her breasts and cum-filled cunt. She masturbates, fingering herself and kneading her breasts. The taste of her milk is still fresh in her mind. Jihyo orgasms in her bath before cleaning herself and getting out. Putting on her sleepwear, she gets into bed and dreams of this night's events.

The following day Jihyo wakes up early; seeing her husband still asleep, she leaves the room and goes to use the hotel gym. As she's walking to it, she runs into Jeongyeon. Jeongyeon blushes when she sees her friend in such a good mood. "Did-did it go well last night?"

Jihyo looks at her friend, debating how to respond. She finds the words soon enough. "Do you have time to sit down and talk?" She asks first. When Jeongyeon says she can, the two head to one of the many restaurants. After they order, the pair begin talking.

"So, did it go well?"

"Yeah, yeah, it did. He was…" Jihyo searches for the right words during her pause. "Gentle and loving. I really liked it, actually."

Jeongyeon, seeing her friend's sincere smile, is a little jealous. "I assume your husband doesn't know?"

"Yeah, he was asleep when I got back. I'm going back to the guy tonight, Jeongyeon." Jihyo states. "I want to feel loved again."

Jeongyeon has her mouth open with those words. "You're going back to the guy from last night?" Jihyo nods her head and giggles. "Jihyo, you're married. Think about this a little more."

"I know Jeongyeon, but you weren't there. You don't know what it felt like, how he held my hand and kissed me." Jihyo takes Jeongyeon's hand in her own. "Come with me tonight. You'll see why I'm going back." Jeongyeon questions Jihyo's words.

"I-I don't know."

"Jeongyeon, when's the last time your husband looked at you with hungry eyes? When was the last time he touched you? I know it's been a long time; you said so yourself. Just let yourself enjoy what it's like to be a woman for one night. Leave behind being a wife and mother, just for tonight. If you don't like it, you can stop before he does anything. He's a decent guy." Jeongyeon feels uncertain about it all but agrees to at least give you a chance. The two remain together for the day; when night falls, Jihyo and Jeongyeon walk to your room, knocking at the door. You open it to your surprise. You had expected Jihyo but not Jeongyeon.

"Give us a second to get comfortable. You get to the bedroom." You wait in the bedroom for the two women. Jihyo is the first to step out, changing into a white sheer lingerie set. Her large breasts are held up by a bra that leaves her nipple unprotected, while the rest of her breasts are barely hidden behind the lacy material. Small ribbons adorn the lingerie set, and as your eyes wander downward, you see the same concept applied to her panties. Her slit is easily accessible and already wet; a garter belt and lacy thigh highs finish the outfit. Jihyo enjoys your eyes, taking in every part of her body. "Oh, Jeongyeon," Jihyo says, calling her friend in.

Jeongyeon steps out in a black lingerie set, similar to Jihyo's; however, it did lack the garter belt and thigh highs. A sheer nightgown over it, you took in Jeongyeon's body. It was motherly; it turned you on. You had taken your clothes off while you waited, and your arousal was immediately noticed. "Ooh, Jeongyeon. Look who made him hard." Jihyo says, teasing her friend. "Let me take care of him first." Jihyo walks toward the bed, ensuring her breasts bounce with every step. Crawling onto the bed, she lays on her stomach between your legs. You feel her soft but strong hand take hold of your shaft, slowly stroking you.

"That feels so good, Jihyo," you moan. Jeongyeon watches on from the doorway until Jihyo calls for her.

"Jeongyeon, come on." Jeongyeon gets beside her friend and stares at the cock before her. Jihyo grabs her hand and places it on your shaft. The heat from it gets Jeongyeon wet, and she licks her lips. "Ooh, getting hungry already?"

"N-no," Jeongyeon says. As the two women stroke your cock you can't help but moan louder.

"Fuck, your hands are so soft, Jeongyeon. This feels amazing." You cry; Jeongyeon blushes and starts to go faster. Jihyo lets her friend take over as she crawls toward your face, placing her breast in front of you. Leaning forward, you take her breast into your mouth and start sucking on it. Your mouth is quickly filled with her milk once again. Jeongyeon's continued handjob makes you buck your hips. Seeing you so excited, Jeongyeon kisses your cock. For a moment, she forgets she's a married woman. Her lips separate, and her tongue swirls around the head; Jeongyeon had forgotten what a cock tasted like. She's fully immersed as she begins bobbing her head. Her tongue runs along the underside of your shaft before Jeongyeon starts to work the sides. Her lips are pressed against your shaft as she runs them up and down your cock. Hearing you moan her name brings a smile to Jeongyeon.

While you enjoy Jeongyeon's mouth and the taste of Jihyo's milk, your hand moves to Jihyo's ass. You give it soft squeezes, making the woman moan loudly. Your other hand caresses the side of Jeongyeon's face; she enjoys the feeling and works hard to make sure you cum. "I'm going to cum, Jeongyeon." You moan. You hear her hum some sort of approval as your cock slides back into her mouth. Your hips buck upward as you begin to orgasm, ropes of cum spurt out into Jeongyeon's mouth. She drinks the salty liquid eagerly. Having enough restraint, Jeongyeon lets the final ropes fill her mouth and leaves your cock to kiss Jihyo. The two women share your cum, with Jihyo grateful to get a taste. The two savor it. "You were great, Jeongyeon; let me repay you."

You guide her into her back and get between Jeongyeon's legs. She looks at you nervously. You see her small bush, and you near her slit. Jeongyeon notices the hungry look in your eyes, expecting you to dive right in; she's surprised to feel you kiss her thighs as you slowly move inward toward her slit.

"See what I mean, Jeongyeon?" Jihyo whispers into her friend's ear.

"I see- ahh," Jeongyeon moans as she feels your tongue push past her folds and start to taste her. Jihyo removes her friend's nightgown and squeezes her breasts. She kisses her friend, hoping to get more cum from her before going down to her breasts and sucking on them. "Ahh, wait, my breasts are sensitive!" Jeongyeon screams. You drag your tongue along Jeongyeon's slit before diving back in. Your tongue pushing deep into her cunt, you taste her sweet nectar. As you continue, you feel Jeongyeon squeeze your head with her thighs. You keep her legs spread apart, your hands burying themselves in her soft flesh. The pleasure is quickly becoming too much for Jeongyeon; you feel her legs shake as they wrap around your head. You lap up her juices as Jeongyeon cums. You can hear Jihyo teasing her friend as you finish drinking Jeongyeon's nectar.

You crawl up Jeongyeon's body until you are face to face with her. "Do you want to go all the way?" Jeongyeon's face is flush as she's breathing heavily.

"I-yes. Yes, fuck me." She says. Jeongyeon spreads her legs for you. You hold onto Jeongyeon's thighs as you align yourself with her cunt. You push the head inside, feeling her pussy wrap tightly around you. Jeongyeon groans, feeling herself begin to be filled.

You feel Jihyo's breasts press against your back. "Go on, fuck her." She whispers into your ear. "Make her know what it feels like to be a woman again." You push your cock deep into Jeongyeon; her pussy feels different from Jihyo's, constricting around your cock with every movement. You bury your cock inside Jeongyeon, waiting for a second. Your hands on her waist, you lean down and capture her lips. While Jeongyeon tries to resist at first, she succumbs and lets you explore her mouth. You caress her thighs before moving up her body and playing with her breasts.

"You're so beautiful, Jeongyeon." Your compliment seems to please Jeongyeon as she smiles. Jihyo urges you on, and you continue thrusting into Jeongyeon. Her cries grow louder, and she holds onto your arms as you sink your cock into her. Jeongyeon's nectar splashes onto her thighs and falls onto the mattress as you thrust. "I think I'm going to cum."

"I-I want you to cum inside me. Fill me with your cum." Jeongyeon moans

"Ooh, look at you." Jihyo teases. Jeongyeon hides her face from Jihyo, embarrassed at what she said. A few more thrusts and you bury your cock inside Jeongyeon, unloading waves of cum into her tight pussy. You cup Jeongyeon's cheeks and force her to look at you as you cum. You steal another kiss from her, triggering her orgasm. Jeongyeon locks her legs around your waist and matches the passion of your kiss. You feel Jeongyeon grind against you as she milks you for more cum. Once out of breath, you break the kiss, staring into Jeongyeon's eyes afterward; she blushes.

"That was great," she says with her chest still heaving. Her legs unlock, and you pull out of her. Jeongyeon feels your cum flowing out of her and has to taste your cum again. She scoops a small handful out and licks her fingers clean. Seeing this makes you get hard immediately.

Jihyo lays down on the bed next to Jeongyeon, "my turn." She spreads her lips, allowing you to see how wet she is. Jeongyeon turns onto her side and prepares to watch her friend get fucked. You move over and bury your cock inside of Jihyo in one move. She lets out a loud moan and tilts her head back. Jeongyeon has a bemused smile as she watches. You start thrusting quickly; you missed the feeling of Jihyo's walls caressing your shaft. You hold on to Jihyo's hand while looking over at Jeongyeon.

You squeeze one of her breasts, watching milk squirt from her nipple. Jeongyeon yelps from your action. "Jeongyeon, can I taste your milk too?" While embarrassed at the request, Jeongyeon gets up and holds her breast to your head. You start suckling on it, hearing her moan louder than Jihyo; her breasts really were sensitive. You taste Jeongyeon's milk; it's not as sweet as Jihyo's but has the same richness. "You're such a naughty mommy, Jeongyeon." You play with Jeongyeon's slit, sliding your fingers between her lips.

"I-I'm not!" Jeongyeon cries as she pushes more of her breast into your mouth. Jihyo moves your other hand to her breast, making you squeeze the milk from it as you thrust into her.

"Fuck, I love both of your bodies." You groan as you slam your cock into Jihyo. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock as she nears her orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" Jihyo cries as she moves her hips erratically. Feeling her walls milk you, you cum as well. You lightly bite Jeongyeon's nipple as you do, triggering her third orgasm of the night. As your moans mix together, you fill Jihyo with another load. You pull out and collapse between the two women. Jihyo and Jeongyeon lay their heads on your chest, each woman kisses you on the cheek, and they sigh. “I think I’ll stay here tonight,” Jihyo says.

“Me too,” Jeongyeon says as she closes her eyes. Nestled between the women’s big tits, you relax. When morning came, the women were still in bed with you. “Good morning, handsome,” Jeongyeon says before she kisses you.

“Morning,” Jihyo says as she does the same thing. “So what did you think, Jeongyeon?”

“I…I could get used to this.” Jeongyeon looks at you, “Are you still going to be here? I mean, how long are you staying here? I want to spend more nights together. At least until my last day here.”

“I’m going to be here another week.” You respond.

“That’s perfect! Isn’t it Jeongyeon?” Jihyo nearly yells in her excitement. Jeongyeon nods her head. “We’ll be leaving the same day as you. I hope you don’t get sick of us.”

“I could never.”

#twice smut #kpop smut #jihyo smut #jeongyeon smut #m reader #male reader

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I finally got footage of my Tilt Five augmented reality gallery display!!

I created the flower in a VR art program, and the glasses display the image by projecting it holographically onto the reflective surfaces.

#artists on tumblr #tilt five #ar #augmented reality #figmin xr #3d #3d art #art #digital art #i recorded new footage of the immersive paintings as well but i'm gonna post that later #tonight's livestream will (hopefully) be me recreating 'the world' art as a vr painting!!#so look forward to that #stream will start at 5pm pst like usual

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dayoldtea · 1 year

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

pairing: harry styles x brazilian!famous!reader

fc: bruna marquezine

a/n: this is long

2012

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yourinstagram Wow! I can't believe it's been a year of @ipanema 🇧🇷 My favorite childhood memories are connected to the summer, the sun and the sea, and with every new design designed, be it bikinis or accessories, I feel a little more connected to that little girl who counted the days until the weekend, because it meant my feet would touch the warm sand of Ipanema Beach again. So much has happened in one year and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us! Thanks for all the support so far, it means the world and I can't wait for you to see our new designs!! 💚💛 Head over to @ipanema to get 30% OFF the entire store! Limited birthday discount! ☀️

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user81 she's so pretty 😭

user61 harry liked the post just a few seconds after yn posted it 😃

⤷ user42 this man has her notifications turned on, i swear to god

user21 okay harry, we get it

user34 i'm so proud of you

user12 this is what i think i look like

user55 all right yn, here's my whole paycheck

harrystyles congratulations ❤️

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⤷ user96 WHAT

⤷ user48 HARRRRYYYYY

⤷ user82 QHWIOWHWEIWOWJAKAKALAKA

⤷ user10 i bet he sent this comment and then threw the phone out the window

⤷ user02 the poor man has been waiting for an answer for almost five years 😭 #prayforharry

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harry_update HARRY AND Y/N/Y/L/N TONIGHT IN LA!!! I REPEAT: HARRY AND Y/N/Y/L/N TONIGHT IN LA!!!!!!!!!

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user44 FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

user06 i love how the whole fandom was just rooting for harry to finally take her on a date

user71 i feel like a proud mother

user92 THE WAY HE'S HOLDING HER

user66 omg twitter must be collapsing

user04 y/n/y/l/n is the only woman who can keep harry styles waiting five years for a date

user12 when a latina wins, all latinas win along with her 🥳

user29 THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😭😭

user73 am i the only one who doesn't want them to be together?

⤷ user40 yes

⤷ user33 yes

⤷ user81 yes

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harrystyles I finally got that call

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2017

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ynandharryupdates the puppy appearing on harry's lap in the kiwi music video was a gift from him to yn. welcome, oat!

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user63 CRYING

user99 so lovely 😭😭

user03 i'm sure it was yn's idea to have puppies in the video lol

⤷ user62 that's exactly what i thought 😂

user55 harry is so whipped, and i am so happy for him

user30 this is the most adorable puppy ever

user44 he's smiling for the camera

user52 just a few days ago yn said on a live stream that she missed having a pet at home, but that she didn't know how she would manage since she had upcoming projects that required long trips. it seems that harry decided that they should share custody 🥺

2018

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enews Harry met with his girlfriend's parents, the brazilian actress and businesswoman Y/N/Y/L/N, this morning at a hotel in Rio de Janeiro. Some sources say that Y/L/N's absence in her homeland is associated with projects she is working on.

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user53 something about harry taking advantage of his concert schedule in brazil to see yn's parents even if she is not present makes me weak in the knees

user88 i'm so looking forward to yn's next works! hope to see her acting again soon ❤️

user94 yn taught him to speak portuguese? yn's parents speak english? i'm so curious now lol

⤷ user51 yn's parents speak english! they had to live in the usa for a while to accompany her to the auditions when she was still a minor (nowadays her mother teaches english at a school in brazil, btw).

⤷ user53 yn's parents speak english, but harry said in an interview with nick grimshaw for bbc music that yn was teaching him portuguese so he could communicate with her parents via facetime

⤷ user94 pls this is so cute! thanks for the explanation

user06 knowing how much yn loves going to rio and being close to her family, i'm sure she felt bad for not being able to accompany harry to his shows in brazil, so seeing him close to her parents must make her very happy ❤️

2019

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yourinstagram Euphoria coming soon to HBO.

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arianagrande YAAAAAA I CANT WAIT

user25 MAIN CHARACTER

user52 soooooo gooood

annetwist gorgeous

user18 i am so excited for this

harrystyles I couldn't be prouder! te amo, H x

⤷ yourinstagram love u too, H ❤️

⤷ user44 literal parents

⤷ user83 i'm so single 😃

⤷ user90 crying as i question my existence

user02 FREAKING OUT

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harrystyles FINE LINE . THE ALBUM . DEC 13

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gucci ❤️

user43 thank you @yourinstagram

user88 IM FUCKING READY OH MY GOSH

user06 what about medicine, sir??????????

user14 can't wait to listen and then look for theories about which songs are about yn

user62 i'm so proud

yourinstagram i know i've said this about a million times now, but you make me more and more proud every day. te amo! ❤️

⤷ harrystyles love you more my sunflower muse, H x

⤷ user91 SOBBING

⤷ user54 SUNFLOWER IS ALREADY THE BEST SONG

⤷ user09 imagine being harry styles' muse 😃

user91 WTF IS ERODA

2020

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harryflorals All accessories and swimwear used by the models in the watermelon sugar video are part of the new collection of yn's swimwear brand, @ipanema. According to the brand's website, the pre-sale will be available tomorrow.

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user60 SHE IS THE MOMENT

user23 talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before

user51 I KNEW

user45 I LOVE IT

user78 this song, this video… everything screams yn 😃

user64 the way she always uses harry to promote herself

⤷ user13 what? yn's brand was extremely popular even before she started dating harry. shut up.

user05 IT COUPLE

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ynshine just leaving this here

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user12 the cutest

user44 my parents

user25 i just love them

yourinstagram @harrystyles

⤷ harrystyles darling, i can explain…

⤷ user62 SCREAMING

⤷ ynshine the user of this account is dead

2021

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harrystyles late night talking

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yourinstagram loving on tour

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user61 SUPPORTIVE GF

user18 i'm obsessed with her

user11 hi, yn! idk if you remember me or if you will see this comment, but i was at the harry concert last night and ended up having a serious anxiety crisis due to the crowd. i was unaccompanied, and as much as the other girls next to me tried to help me, there wasn't much they could do. idk how, but you saw me from somewhere near the stage, offered me water and a safe place to stay until the show was over. i had saved up for many months for this show, and if it wasn't for you, my anxiety would have completely ruined my whole experience. thank you for helping me and being the sweetest person ever ❤️

⤷ yourinstagram of course I remember you, dear! hope you are feeling better, take care! ❤️

⤷ user69 literal angel

⤷ user16 harry is so lucky

user82 i love this relationship so much

user36 i was already crying when I read the caption

2022

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harrystyles Harry's House. May 20th.

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user21 i cant

mtv i will never recover emotionally from this

billieeilish having a breakdown

user87 the message behind the name of the album and the photo he chose to promote it

user52 twitter crashed

user11 mom and dad

gemmastyles the all time favorite couple breaking the internet once again

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harryflorals The exact moment Harry and Y/N see each other on the red carpet at the Venice Film Festival.

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user12 sobbing, crying, vomiting, screaming, blushing, banging my head on the wall, running in circles, pulling my hair out, sliding down the wall

user32 THEY'RE LITERALLY GLOWING

user76 after 10 years harry styles finally gets to live his fanfiction

user57 he's so in love with her

florencepugh SHE GOT THAT CINEMA

user97 GET MARRIED NOW

user50 thanks for the new wallpaper

user44 the real reason why i have high relationship patterns

user36 why didn't they go together?

⤷ user07 harry went earlier to accompany the cast of DWD

user09 the fact that harry is obsessed with her since forever just makes it even better

user80 SOULMATES

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles social media #harry styles x y/n #famous reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake social media #boyfriend harry #harry styles x actress!reader #actress reader

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thetriumphantpanda · 7 months

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reach out, touch faith

In The Woods Somewhere | Chapter Three

Chapter Summary | Trusting Joel to take you to the place he calls home is difficult, but it's your only real choice now. It brings back memories of the last time you trusted someone enough to follow them, and look how that turned out?

Chapter Warnings | Canon-typical violence, mentions & allusions to child death, mentions of PTSD, descriptions of & allusions to cult activities, soft!Joel, protective!Joel, pining, strained parental relationships, no use of y/n, italics indicate a flashback scene.

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count | 3.3K

Authors Note | Thank you for being so patience in waiting for this next part. I've rekindled my love for this little series and I'm excited to show you more of what's coming with this little band of travellers. If you enjoyed then please consider leaving comments, reblogging or popping into my ask box with your thoughts! And if you enjoyed, please consider supporting me with a tip through my Ko-Fi.

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Joel doesn’t really know what to do. He’s never been the best at consoling people, especially people he doesn’t really know. What’s he supposed to do? The way you’ve flinched at him every time he’s tried to touch you suggests that trying to hug you is probably going to make things worse. He’s still reeling from the information you’ve just thrown at him, and it somehow makes the situation worse. He was yours. How the hell is he meant to make this better now? Sure, anyone’s child dying is the worst thing that can happen, pure innocence snuffed out and for what reason? But the fact that Edward was yours, your flesh and blood, it's so much worse. He can yet again feel his own panic rising as your sobs continue, tears streaming down your face, hands shaking. He simply doesn’t know what to do.

“Hey,” He says softly, shaking your knees with his hands, “Hey, just look at me for a second, okay?”

You don’t, you just stare blankly into the fire behind his shoulder as you cry, so he moves his head into your eyeline, searching your eyes with his own, “Hey, can I touch you?” He asks, realizing as soon as the words have left his mouth how bad that must sound, “Just let me hug you, okay?”

When you don’t move away from him or tell him otherwise, he moves forward a little, moving tentatively so as not to spook you. He gently moves one hand to rest at your head, pulling your wet, puffy face to the crook of his neck, his other arm moving around your back. He stays like that for as long as you need, palm running over your hair, the other still on your back to try and ground you. Soon, the racking sobs have stopped, you’re silent now. And then he feels your arms wrap around him. He’s too broad for your hands to meet around his back, but your hands rest behind him as you soothe yourself.

“I’m tired,” You mumble into the skin of his neck, breath ghosting against him, “I’m so fucking tired Joel.”

He thinks that you perhaps might not just mean tonight – thinks you might be tired of it all, and he understands, because for so long he was tired too. He chooses to work with the immediate though. He ignores the screaming of his knees and his back as he scoops you up, walking slowly to the room you’d claimed as your own, careful not to knock your head on the door frame as he walks in. When he sets you down gently onto the bed, you’re already mostly asleep. It’s cold in here, he thinks, so he peels back the covers and drapes them over your body, and then takes his jacket off for good measure and places it on top of the sheets.

He wants to turn and leave, leave you in peace, give your privacy, but if his experience is anything to go by, these nights will be the darkest. You’ll dream about it, over and over again, replay everything that went wrong, every other possible way this could have ended. You’ll wake up in a cold sweat, screaming, then struggle to get back to sleep. He doesn’t know what brought you here, but he sure as hell knows it isn’t good, thinks you’ve probably been living with fighting on your own for too long. So, he stays. He takes his boots off, props the pillows up against the headboard, and lies there, listening to the way you breathe in your sleep, keeping a lookout for any signs of distress. He sighs to himself, resigned to another night of no sleep.

Joel gives you two more days until he issues his ultimatum. Two days of trying to make it through the day without breaking in front of the children, and evenings where you do nothing but cry, sometimes into Joel’s shoulder, sometimes into your pillow. The children are outside playing in a moment without rain when he comes to stand next to you.

“I have to go back,” He speaks softly, because it’s true, you think, his community will be looking for him, “You don’t have to come, I don’t expect you to trust me enough to follow me yet, but I think it would be for the best.”

“How far is it?” You ask without looking at him.

“With them?” He nods his head to the children, “Three weeks.”

“And they’ll accept us?”

“Long as you do as I say when we get there, yes.”

“And you promise, if I catch a single whiff of something being off, I can leave?” You bite at the skin on the inside of your mouth until it bleeds, weighing up what following Joel actually means.

He holds his palms up in surrender, “You can go anytime.”

You take in a deep breath, worst comes to worst, you can always shoot him if he doesn’t stay true to his word. So you nod. You agree.

“We can leave tomorrow morning.”

You know, as soon as you step into the community behind this bastard of a man, that it’s been a trap all along. It’s nothing big, a few dilapidated lodges in a clearing – there isn’t even a wall, but as he leads you down the middle of the street, something feels off and it has everything to do with the people staring at you. It doesn’t matter how many pairs of eyes you have on you as you grip your gun by your side, they’re all women. Some older than others, but from what you can see, you’re the youngest by far, apart from the children.

They aren’t playing, they don’t seem like children as you remember them. Even in the QZ they’d still been able to run around, find moments of joy in the darkness. There are five that you can see, stood next to women who you think must be their mother’s. Silently staring at you, following you with their eyes as John leads you and your mother into the lodge at the end of the street.

He opens the door, waving you both inside, and you’re furious at the way your mother does as she’s told. You take too long for his liking to step over the threshold, so he takes hold of your shoulder and shoves you through the door, shutting it behind him and standing in front of it, your one exit blocked.

“Your possessions, if you please,” He speaks, sickly sweet, gesturing his hand for you and your mother to put your bags and weapons on the table in the middle of the room, “You’ll get them back soon enough, but we must make sure you don’t have anything dangerous.”

You feel like a deer caught in headlights as your mother does exactly as she’s told. Places her backpack on the table and takes the knife she has from her pocket and sets it next to the bag. John smiles at her, a horrible, toothy grin, which quickly fades when he looks to you.

“And you, little dove,” He croons, it makes you shiver, “You’re not going to cause trouble already, are you?”

You already know there isn’t a chance in hell of you getting your things back, but you do as he says anyway, setting your pack and your gun on the table, but keeping your hunting knife concealed in the waistband of your jeans under the flannel shirt you’re wearing. He seems satisfied - stupid man - you think, as he walks further into the room, opening a large chest.

When he stands, he’s holding white material in his hands, he offers one to your mother, who unravels it to reveal a white dress. He hands you a similar bundle of material, when unraveled it’s another white dress, slightly different in style and size to the one your mother is holding up against her body. What the fuck kind of place have you walked into?

“It will help you fit in,” He explains, “The rest of the folk here dress like this, so it’ll help show them you’re one of us now.”

Something inside you thinks that whatever the women here do, it’s not through choice of their own but you decide not to talk back, following closely behind your mother as John opens the door and leads you back outside and into another lodge down the street, if you could even call it a street.

He opens the door, inside is a woman who you think must be your mother’s age, a baby cradled in her arms which she is rocking back and forth. It’s making tiny, gurgling sounds as if it’s just been fed.

“This is Alice,” John introduces, “You’ll stay here with her, and she can help you get acquainted with the way we do things here,” Alice turns and nods her head at him, much like you imagined people would do when they met royalty, “Dinner will be at sundown.”

With the baby clutched to her, Alice silently motions for you both to follow her. She leads you up the stairs and opens one of the doors. Inside, it’s simple, two single beds, one chest of drawers but nothing much else.

“You sleep here,” She speaks, her voice quiet and meek, “And please change,” She motions to your dresses, “It’ll make things easier.”

She closes the door behind her, and you can hear her footsteps retreating down the stairs. Your mother is already stripping out of her normal clothes and draping the white dress over her body. It doesn’t fit her properly, it’s too big. The hemline ghosts at the ground, long sleeves taper in at her wrists. She looks fucking ridiculous, you think.

“You heard her,” She chastises, “Get changed.”

Oh, so now you want to pretend you’re in charge. You suck your teeth in frustration, but take off your shirt anyway, letting the white material slip over you. You keep your jeans on, more as a place to keep your knife concealed than anything else. You can’t help the smug feeling that fills you when you realise your dress fits you perfectly. You don’t look nearly as stupid as your mother does in hers. Yours is a different style. Still long enough to ghost the ground by your boots, but the neckline is cut differently, dipping down to show off the swell of your breasts, and your arms are shorter, cut off just below your shoulders. You don’t think you’d ever worn something like this in your life. If it weren’t for the situation, you find yourself in, you’d start to think you actually looked nice.

Your mother opts to head back downstairs – maybe thinking she can entice Alice into a conversation, but she’s silent. She just sits on the couch and rocks her baby, vacant expression in her eyes, ignores your mother when she asks questions. The only time she really moves is when there’s a faint sound of a ringing bell. She stands, places the baby in a crib set in the living room and just motions for you to follow her.

It's when you sit down that you realise quite how fucked you are. John sits at the head of the table, because of course he does, but just as you’d suspected, the only other people sat at the table are women, apart from some of the small children who are boys. All dressed in similar white dresses to you. All wearing a similar vacant expression as Alice was. There’s a door behind John that opens, and two women, both clearly pregnant, but one further along than the other, bring out pots full of what looks like stew when it’s spooned into the bowl in front of you.

You go to pick up the spoon and start eating, but the sound of someone clearing their throat pulls your attention to the end of the table. It’s John, and when you look down, every single one of the women is holding hands with those sat next to them. An old woman sat next to you, graying hair and wrinkled face, has her palm up, waiting for you to slip your hand in her own. You set the spoon down and give her your hand, then John speaks.

“To our most gracious Lord, we extend our thanks to you for keeping us safe in these troubled times and for providing us with a meal to sustain us, amen.”

There is a small murmur of ‘amens’ around the table and then everyone picks up their spoons and begins to eat, although you’ve truly lost your appetite. All you can think is how the fuck you’re going to get out of here.

The next morning, when you set off from the safety of the cabin, you realise just how slow you are as a group. When you’d first arrived at your cabin, just you and the children, it hadn’t felt like it had taken that long to find your place of safety, but maybe that’s because you’d still had that adrenaline running through you. Now, as you walk behind Joel, who always seems to be fast enough to be feet away from you, you realise just how long this trek through the woods is going to take.

The eldest two children walk by your side – you walk slowly enough that they can keep up with you, but after a few hours, you realise Isabel is who is going to slow you down the most, so you opt to pick her up and carry her on your hip. She’s almost too big for this, her weight making your arms ache, but for the sake of making this quicker, you suffer on, shifting her around every now and then as you follow Joel, eyes always trained on the back of his head.

You stop that night in a clearing. The air is cool and it’s the first time in a long time that the children have had nothing but the solid ground to sleep on, but they don’t seem to mind, settling underneath the jacket that Joel had shrugged off, using yours as a scrunched-up pillow. You’re sitting with your back against the trunk of a tree, knees pulled up to your chest, Joel is sitting in a similar manner across from you.

“I can help carry her.” He speaks softly across the clearing.

You shake your head with a resolute and stern “No.” Thrown in his direction.

He holds his hands up in surrender, “You gonna carry her the whole way?” He challenges, and the ache that’s settled in your arms tells you he’s right, you aren't, “I don’t know what you’re scared of but I’m not going to do anythin’ to her.”

It’s a question you don’t really know how to answer, because you think deep down that you know he won’t hurt her. He’s done nothing but protect you since he crashed into your life – he’s fed you, protected you, carried your dead son and buried him, he slept next to you, as far away as he could get, didn’t try and touch you without permission. Everything he’s done so far has proved he’s a good man. It could still be some kind of sick joke though, that he’s leading you somewhere bad, that he could pick Isabel up and run off with her, or hurt her.

“I get it,” He murmurs now, “I’m a random guy that’s turned up and caused a lot’a trouble, and I’m takin’ you somewhere new and that’s scary,” He exhales a big sigh, “But I promise I ain’t gonna hurt ya, I know somethin’ bad’s happened to you before,” He signal to his own neck where that horrible scar sits on you, “I know whatever happened to you, to these kids,” He nods to where they’re sleeping, “Must'a been bad, and I don’t know how anyone could hurt you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I’m tryin’ to,” He defends, “I’m tryin’ to help you as well.”

“I’m not-” You shake your head, “Just been alone a long time, I’m not used to having to trust people.”

“It’s gonna take time,” He admits, his own mind flashing back to how long it took him to trust anyone in this new world, “And I’m not askin’ for it all at once, just let me help a little, alright?”

You’re silent, because you don’t really want to admit you need help. You’ve been fine on your own, with the children, for so long, and he’s wandered into your life and set off a chain of events you aren’t sure you’re actually going to recover from. You don’t need him, not really, is what you think as you focus your attention to the ground where the children are sleeping.

Joel takes the silence as conversation over. He won’t push you, he knows it’ll probably end in tears if he does, but the next morning, when you pack all your things away and get ready to move on, instead of hiking Isabel into your own arms, you gently push at her shoulders to get her to walk towards Joel.

“How about you hitch a ride with him this morning?” You ask softly, bent to her height.

Joel kneels too, trying to make himself look less intimidating to her, although he doesn’t think it really works from the way she tries to scurry back into your arms. He thinks about how Sarah was at her age, so unsure of the big people around her, scared of anyone that wasn’t him.

He stretches out one of his big hands to her, “Come on,” He coaxes gently, “You ever ridden first class on a pair of shoulders before?”

Isabel sucks on her thumb a little, but shakes her head to tell him no, “It’s the best thing,” Joel adds, “You’ll see everything from up here.”

That seems to do it, because with another nudge from you she’s walking over and putting her impossibly small hand into Joel’s. He doesn’t remember the last time he’d touched someone this small, apart from Tommy’s baby. He hauls her up with ease, settling her on his shoulders, just like he promised. He’s got hold of her legs to keep her steady as he starts walking, trying to dampen the lump in his throat and the tears that are springing to his eyes. It’s so familiar, the way the weight of her sat there feels. If he closes his eyes, he’s back in Austin, walking through the park with Sarah sat up there, pointing out birds and butterflies and trying to keep her steady when she squeals with excitement.

He's sure that this might be his undoing, he thinks as he walks slowly, accounting for the other children that are following behind, each one clasping one of your hands tightly. How has he allowed himself to care this quickly for you and the children that follow you? How has he managed to go so fucking soft already? He can’t explain it, the way your sweetness has sunk under his skin. He knows there’s something more to you, he’s going to try and coax it out of you if he possibly can, but he’s sure that whatever you might have to say to him, whatever it is you’re going to tell him that happened to you, is only going to make him more likely to protect you, to lay down everything to keep you safe, and it scares him. Where is the Joel he knows? The closed off, grumpy man who won’t let anyone in? Where is that man he knows like the back of his hand, and is too late to go and find him? He thinks it probably is when he hears the slight chuckle from the girl sat on his shoulders, who’s pointing her hand at the butterfly that floats past them in mid-air. He’s fucked, he thinks, and for once, he thinks he might just be okay with that.

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honeyedmiller · 11 months

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When It Rains | Pedro Pascal

based on this request here

pairing: pedro pascal x gn!reader

disclaimer: I obviously know Pedro is such a sweetheart and would probably never do this to anyone in “real life.”

warnings: angst, fighting, cursing, mentions of social anxiety, fluff, no use of y/n.

word count: 1.3k

You don't even know how it escalated to this point.

One day, you and your boyfriend come home from an event that went terribly. You barely got to see each other anymore, so that event was your time to spend with one another—until he was pulled in every which way for an interview, to talk to a friend of his, or to talk to current or past co-stars.

You knew he had a busy schedule and he was quite literally dominating the film industry at the moment, but fuck you just missed him. You couldn't blame him for genuinely being a person of and for the people. Everyone loved him.

That's not what upset you, though, no—it was the fact that he'd barely acknowledged you the whole night, not introducing you to the people he was talking to, and had you following him around like a goddamned lost puppy the whole night.

When you got home, you were exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. You didn't bother trying to explain to him why you were in such a sour mood, which to you, was just you being silent. You were never silent. You loved to converse with Pedro, even when he didn't have the energy to talk. He still loved to listen to you.

When you said you were going to bed flatly, his mood absorbed yours and it just escalated from there. It's been days. Small bickering here and there, until tonight.

Something just snapped in both of you, all the pent-up anger and frustrations being laid down on the table for both of you to finally see.

"I don't understand your deal." Pedro snapped, squinting his eyes at you as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You scoffed at him and threw up your arms in defeat. "How about we start off with the fact that I was looking forward to spending a great night with you the other night. You brushed me off and acted like you didn't fucking care about me, Pedro. What the hell? Are you-" You paused, tears welling in your eyes. "Are you ashamed to introduce me to people a part of your 'world' because I'm not on your guys' level?"

He looked at you in complete disbelief, as if you blamed him for something that wasn't his fault.

"Don't even start with that. You know that's not true. Maybe you should learn to be a little less introverted and actually learn how to speak to people. You're a grown up, for fuck's sake." Pedro's words dripped with venom as he seethed, and the look of hurt was eminent on your face.

Pedro knew you had terrible social anxiety. The fact that he'd throw that in your face was hurtful and belittling. You never brought up his anxieties and used them against him in an argument, so the fact that he did that to you fucking hurt.

"You know what, Pedro, you're right. I am a grown up. But that doesn't mean I don't struggle with things any less. I'm not a part of the acting world, let alone even famous. I got that part. But fuck, if you're going to brush me off like that and treat me like I don't matter when I've been nothing but loving and supportive of you from the moment we've met, then maybe you should go find better." Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn't hide it anymore.

"What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?" Pedro's angry voice faltered into a broken and confused tone.

"No, Pedro. I'm just saying that if this isn't what you want anymore, then you can go ahead and find better. Find someone who's more understanding of your career. I love you, but I can't deal with this right now." Your fists were balled up at your sides as tears continuously fell down your cheeks. You took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling before turning on your heel to walk to the front door.

"Fuck. Please, baby, wait." Pedro begged, moving closer to you.

"Don't."

That's all you said before you walked out of the front door, shutting it behind you. The chilly, gloomy weather made you wrap your arms around your frame as you briskly walked down the sidewalk, tears blurring your vision. Thunder cracked loudly above your head, making you jump and silently curse at Mother Nature.

Of fucking course the weather would match your sad, brooding mood. As soon as you felt one drop of rain, the downpour followed next. The rain soaked you to the bone, but truthfully, that was the last thing on your mind. You could've sworn you heard your name being called, but the pounding of the rain against the sidewalk made it nearly impossible to hear correctly.

You didn't bother to turn around and just kept walking for what felt like hours, before you reached a small local community park. You stepped on the muddy sand and made your way to the swings, sitting abruptly.

You couldn't help but cry your eyes out.

You knew dating a celebrity would come with some pros and cons, but you never thought Pedro would've been the type to brush you off. He was usually so loving and tender when it came to you. Seems like when it rains, it fucking pours... you guess.

You couldn't help but think that maybe you were being a bit dramatic with this whole thing. Maybe Pedro didn't mean to brush you off, or make you feel inferior. Maybe he didn't even realize what he was doing.

Your mind started running overtime, and you suddenly became overwhelmed with the thought that you might've just ruined what'd happened to be the greatest relationship you've ever been in.

All because you couldn't put your anxieties behind you and be an adult and introduce yourself. Maybe Pedro was right. You sighed as you rested your elbows on your knees, hands covering your tired, puffy eyes. You sat there for god knows how long, before you saw bright headlights flash on you as a car quickly parks on the street.

Your head snaps up and you squint to try and see who it was, because for all you knew, it could've been a fucking axe murderer. You heard your name being called distantly, the rain still making it a bit hard to hear. Your name was called once more as the person got closer, and you instantly recognized the voice. Pedro.

You stand slowly from the swing you were on, legs shaky and weak. All of your energy had been completely depleted from your body. Your wet clothing felt like a thousand pounds on your body, and your eyes hurt from continuously crying.

Pedro approached you slowly, his eyes clearly bloodshot from crying himself.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry." His voice cracked as his hands reached for you. You stilled and thought about backing away, but you couldn't even fathom fighting with him or being angry for another second. All you want was him and his comfort.

"I shouldn't have gotten angry at you for something that was my fault. I know you try your best in social gatherings. I should've introduced you. I was a dick. I'm so sorry, baby." Pedro kissed the top of your head as you rested your forehead against his broad chest.

"I love you, P," You confessed, squinting up at him to prevent the rain getting into your eyes. “But I’m sorry, too. I should’ve communicated this to you and talked to you about it instead of being brash and walking out on you. Walking out shouldn’t have been my first move. I’m sorry.”

"I know darling, I know. Next time both of us just need to talk about it head-on. I hate fighting with you. I love you so much," He whispered the last part before kissing your forehead this time. "Let's get you home and comfy and dry." His big brown eyes were glossed over and soft as they looked down at you.

"I hate fighting with you, too. And yes, please, get me out of this fucking rain." You half laugh at the last part, arms tightening around his core.

"Of course, my love." He wraps his arms around you just the same, leaning down to give you a genuine, heart-tugging kiss.

The kind of kiss that happens in those cliché romcom movies that makes you fall for him even harder. The kind that makes it known to the both of you that he's yours and you're his... forever.

a/n: as someone who has social anxiety, talking to people (especially in new settings) is SO HARD so if any of you can relate, I feel u fr fr. Love u all <3

#pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal prompt #anon request

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Hi! Don't know if you're taking requests but I read your Greys fic 'that's why i don't go to the gym' and was thinking of a sibling!Reader or spouse!Reader getting admitted for some sort of brain injury/ car crash and Derek finding out as he is their doctor.

If you're not taking request, feel free to ignore this! Have a great day!

Hope you like it. Thanks for the request buddie😊

The Ballad of jayne(Derek Shepherd)

Paring: Derek Shepherd x Wife!Reader

Summary: after an argument Derek's wife gets in a car crash due to a storm and drunk driver. Derek doesn't know he's her doctor till last minute.

Warnings: blood, language, car crashes. Not edited.

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“She was always something special

Diamond shining bright in the rain

Everybody dreams of angels

No one would ever know

How much I love you so”

Looking back now you can't even remember what started the argument. All you could remember it involved the treatment of a patient. That didn't really matter now, during your break you clocked out and decided to drive home.

It was poring down rain, but that wasn't unusual in Seattle I'm used to driving in the rain but as drove down the street I felt uneasy. I didn't know if was the feeling of something bad was gonna happen or the pure anger and remorse of the things me and derek said to each other. We're not the type of couple to fight very often, but tonight was one of those nights.

My thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the brightness of a Stranger's headlights swerving left and right behind me. The lights danced behind me like crazy and shined in my review mirror. The car picked up speed making my stomach turn. I looked both ways and sped up into another laine.

“come, on” I whimpered as the car slid back my direction. I sped up a bit as horns honked at the car I was fighting to avoid. Suddenly the tiers screeched and slid it the side. I gasped as stomped on the brakes. The car flew forward and slid left right into my car.

My heart stopped as I felt my car fly and did a flip into a ditch on the side of the road. I gasped in pain then it all went black as my car landed upside down.

--------(3rd pov)--------

Ambulance sirens filled the area and cops flew to the seen. Y/n was in between concessions and could barely hold onto the seat of the car that was upside down. Tears and blood streamed down her face as her right leg and head throbbed.

“help me” she whimpered.

A young paramedic quickly ran to the car and knelt down to look in the window. “h-hay... Everything is gonna be okay”

“I want Derek” y/n cried out losing consciousness. Her mind went to Derek afraid of there last encounter would be a fight.

“where's Derek?” the paramedic reminded calm and gave her a reassuring smile. “well, we will take you to him, is he your husband?” he asked. She cried and nodded as the pain rised. The paramedic nodded “okay, but first we have to get you out" he carefully opened the driver side door.

“do you trust me?” y/n nodded as the tears got heavier. He smiled. "good.. I'm Tom" he quickly stood up and shouted for the other paramedics and a strecher.

“I'm gonna die” y/n cried. Tom shook his head. “no one is dying”

Y/n nodded still not fully convinced. As the sounds of equipment and metal being cut around her she thought realized how scared she was of dying. Her and her friends family had too many close calls. What if this was the end. She's was afraid of dying, afraid if anyone would care, afraid of leaving Derek and their twins behind.

I'm sorry Derek

It went black again as the firefighters successfully cut the car door off and the paramedics pulled her out to quickly stop the bleeding.

--------(Derek's pov)--------

“Hey, this is y/n I'm probably in surgery or sleeping.. Leave a message and I'll get back to you”

I sighed as I got her voice mail once again. She wasn't answering her phone or pages, which was usual. My chest tightened as I walked around her usual spots in the hospital and found nothing. On top of that no one has seen her since the hour before our argument.

Damn, I had no right to blow up on her. It was stupid. I deserve her silent treatment of whatever this was but now it was scaring the shit of me. I tried her cell once more but I got her voice mail again.

I shuttered as millions of sanaros(mostly negative) play in my head as I roamed the halls. I retraced mysteps until I came a crossed Meredith. Those two being sisters in all have been glued to the hip since intern year. If anyone knew anything it'll be her.

“Hey, Mer have you seeing your Sister?” Meredith looked up from her chart and gave me a concerned look at.

“I figured she'd be with you?” I shook my head with regret. If I didn't yell at her she'd be here I thought.

“maybe she's getting the twins” Mer suggests. I shook my head no. I had already checked there. Before she could suggest anything else Meredith's pager went off. She looked down and saw it was a 911

“crap, I got to go” she padded my shoulder and ran off. I sighed and went to the ER with a sliver of hope she was down there with April or Owen.

As I stepped out of the elevator I saw Amelia and a few others race with a strecher that was caring what looked like a car crash victim. I walked over and saw my sister Calling For a head CT for the male victim. She looked up and saw me.

“there's another one” she said pointing to the left. I looked over and saw the group was shouting and frantically moving around the blood soaked victim. I quickly put on some gloves and raced over were Richard and Meredith was.

“What do we got” I asked. Merdith stopped and looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. My eyes then looked to Owen who was stopping the bleeding with the same look on his face.

When I got closer my life crumbled to the ground. It was y/n. The woman who always had my back and the person I considered my partner in crime was laying on the stretcher.

Everything thing felt numb and the sounds were muffled as I pushed koracick out of the way. My body ran on audio pilot as I checked her eyes and head.

“Derek” Richard exlamims but I ignored him.

“Derek!” he snapped. I looked back at him with hate. “Derek we got it... Step away” he continued.

Koracick tried to get back in but I snapped. “you toach her, it'll be the last thing you'll ever do” he put his hands up in defense and backed up. Him and y/n were friends but I couldn't stand the guy. And if anyone was gonna even get near her brain it's gonna be me...No matter how much it hurt.

I looked around and snapped again. “What are you all standing around for!? She's needs a CT scan, now!” I got ahold of the strecher and raced down the hallway with Meredith and Bailey on my tail.

The tension highlighted as I scrubbed my hands in the sink. I felt the tears prick my eyes as the realization seemed to fall on me like a tone of bricks. I gripped the sink as the the thoughts of fixing the brain bleed ran through my head.

“Derek... If you don't want-” Owen said coming in but I slammed the faucet handle shutting the water off. “don't do anything stupid to her leg” I snapped and walked into the OR.

I sighed and stood next to her holding her hand as she went under anastasia. I gave it one last squeeze as moved up to her head. “it's a beautiful day to save lives” I mumbled.

"oh shit.. Mer's up there" Mark whispered he once noticed she was up in the gallery. He just looked up for a second and he wished he didn't. The realization That he was operating on his best friends wife, practically sister-in-law finally hit. "this is fucked up... This wasn't supposed to happen" he whispered as he watched Bailey dug into her chest.

“shut up Mark” Derek mumbled as he stared into the one Brian he never imagined he would touch or even see.

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As the heart monitor beeped Derek silently watched her. “come on baby” he mumbled as he gently held her hand.

“I'm so sorry, come back to me” he mumbled as he held her cold hand his lips and kissed it gently.

She slightly shifted at his touch and her eyes fluttered open. He quickly shot up from his seat next to her and clicked on his flashlight checking her eyes. To his releaf everything was good.

“hay y/n.. Can you say something?” he asked softly. She let out a shaky breath and turned her head towards him. “ouch” she reached up to rub her forehead and to her surprise she felt bandges.

“what happened?” she asked.

“you were in an accident” tears pricked her eyes as flashes of the insadent replayed in her head. “it hurts” she cried. Derek took her hand and sat on her bed.

“your okay now... Your safe” he whispered. Tears pricked his eyes as he moved closer and rested his forehead gently on hers as relief washed over him.

“I'm so sorry... I thought I lost you and-” he started to ramble but her stopped once y/n's hands moved to the sides of his face cradling his face.

“shh.. It's okay, we're okay” she whispered as she wiped away his tears. “I had to operate on you and it was awful” he mumbled.

“it's okay now” she said as she slowly moved to the side and padded the empty area. Derek carefully climbed in the bed avoiding touching any tender spots on her body.

“just hold me please” she asked softly. Derek wrapped his arms around her gently as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you” he mumbled and leaned down softly kissing her.

“I love you too” she mumbled as she drift off to sleep. Derek on the other hand just watched her like a hawk. He wasn't gonna risk any post-surgery problems or risk losing her again. The anxiety kept him awake but in the end he knew she was okay. They were both okay and that all that mattered.

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