#love this dork so much. he got tangled on this scene (and the final cut not even showed him doing the fire trick)

[fleet-off]

Five favorite things about your latest fic, GO!

Eep! Thanks for the lovely ask, anon. So my favorite thing post-posting is all the ways people are pairing “this is bizarre” with compliments in the comments--variations on “strangest kink, somehow wholesome,” “compellingly odd and stunning,” “super weird, I love it,” “didn’t think I’d like this concept as much as I did.” I am so happy to have created something strange that connected with people.

But I think you’re asking about the fic itself, so! Here are five things I got jazzed about while working on won't give up these ghosts. (This...may get long. I am an analytical dork.)

1. Favorite Love Motif: Handholding

Sandalwood smoke tickles his nose and snakes into his lungs. The world is a narrow peninsula--the island of Pete’s body on the table and the familiar hand anchoring him to lands beyond.

For all the consuming, transformative, codependent ways Vegas and Pete love each other--sometimes they’re not very good at it! Figuring it out is a piecemeal process, and one I paralleled with the holding of hands.

Vegas fails to hold Pete’s hand during the faux-funeral. Pete attributes the struggle to lack of practice, but…his own lack of response isn’t helping. He isn’t reading Vegas’s signals--likewise when Vegas practically strangles his hand during the flashback, and Pete accepts his own numb fingers without recognizing the depths of Vegas’s fear.

Of course, Pete does eventually notice. During the aftercare, their hands skim without catching as they check each other for damage. Pete wraps Vegas’s fingers around the water bottle and makes him drink, Vegas grabs Pete’s wrist to get him under the blanket. They’re trying to care for each other’s needs without facing up to their own.

The sex scene contains indirect progression--Vegas ties Pete’s hands together in a prayer pose. The bondage works for both of them and constitutes handholding by proxy, since Vegas is the worshipper here. Pete becomes the shared vessel of their mutual existence.

Pete takes hand-holding initiative in the aftermath--a reciprocation that precipitates Vegas admitting what Pete’s pseudo-deaths do to him. They talk towards a solution, and--with the Great Coffin Compromise--finally manage to tangle their fingers comfortably. Vegas and Pete are learning to make it work.

2. Favorite Too-Clever (Pejorative) Line: Faux-Corpse Repose

Two spots of red bloomed in the man’s chest and gut. The body staggered and fell, performing the twitching dance of a corpse that doesn’t know it’s dead yet. […] So Pete lay on the floor of his and Vegas’s bedroom, limbs askew in the repose of a corpse that has recently received and accepted the news of its passing, and let all thought and emotion leak from his body into the carpet under his head.

Sorry, this juxtaposition always gets me giggling. It’s the sort of device that thinks itself moderately clever, when really it’s modestly clever at best. But this is fanfiction, and it does serve the story, so I allowed myself the indulgence.

…Also the line about how a hole is a hole, Pete’s is full and the grave’s empty, please let’s fuck. I thought I was going to have to cut that and I was so sad about it. It’s crass, it’s very Pete-practical, and it has about three rhetorical devices attached that lend it just this slight poetic edge. It makes me laugh an awful lot. (Thanks to Lily @theflowergirl for encouraging me to keep thinking on this line instead of cutting it!)

3. Favorite Scene Transition: Void

“It’s like being the only stillness in the world,” he said at last. “The wet sand digs into your feet, and the sea is this massive moving thing you’re not a part of, and all you can see is water and sky and dark. And it sees you, but there’s nothing there to see of you. You’re safe. You’re--a void.” *** Death is a void. Death is the bumps and jolts on the road out of Bangkok with Pete strapped across the backseat. Death is the sunbeams slanting through the car window and warming his shroud, and Vegas behind the steering wheel taking care of his body after its intended use has run out.

It’s cheating when there are only two scene transitions in the fic, but what can I say? I've been thinking more on first lines since I read @giraffeter's gorgeous last ten on an ask meme, and I think I managed to start each scene fairly strong in this story! And I am chuffed by the repetition-as-transition here and by this new-scene para more broadly. There's the juxtaposition between dark and light, between being invisible before a limitless sea and being the center of Vegas’s world…and then there’s the throughline--the void, the physical rocking, the safety.

4. Favorite Glimpse of Vegas-POV: Building the Bier

Vegas who loves breaking things and hates to see him broken; Vegas who lives in fear and awe of his shattering. Vegas’s stoic face, hidden from him as he laid the blindfold over Pete’s eyes and made a funeral bier of their dining table. The apology Pete never got to hear.

I loved slipping hints of Vegas’s read for this scene into the story, because parts of it vary wildly from Pete’s interpretations and Pete has no idea. “Made a funeral bier of their dining table” is one of those throwaway lines a Vegas POV would have absolutely fixated on. The significance of transforming the place where they eat, removing its purpose for the sake of a scene where Vegas starves himself to provide for Pete’s needs? Vegas would chew the fuck out of that idea! (And you just know he’d make some contradictory unholy communion of having Pete’s body spread across that table. So many doomed savior metaphors there.)

And because I still can’t help myself with the hole-is-a-hole line--second place is Pete knowing that Vegas must get something from the symbolism of laying claim to him beside the hole he dug to lay him in the ground. Because of course he does. Vegas is absolutely thinking “his body is the crypt, let me be buried here, let me be reborn in him” and a host of similar weird-ass thoughts.

5. Favorite Life Motif: Heartbeat.

Pete is alive as small things are alive the moment before the kill.

Ending with another motif! I threaded Pete’s heartbeat throughout the fic as the physical manifestation of the “buzz” of life. The first portion of the story is disruptions of heartbeat (buried by the blast of his gun, interrupted by the clicker). As Pete fades during the drive, his heartbeat is replaced by facsimiles--the pulse of the engine, the rhythmic thud of the shovel. Not coincidentally, both of these sounds correspond to Vegas taking care of Pete in his afterlife mental space.

Pete’s heartbeat roars back following his safeword, paired with the panic of realizing that the scene hurt Vegas. Then the sex scene marks a sharing of heartbeat--Pete offers “the pounding rhythm that rocks his soul.” This is set up partially via predator/prey imagery (sans any fear from the supposed “prey”), with Vegas biting at Pete's chest and the pulse in his neck. Pete’s heartbeat is overwhelmed at the climax by Vegas’s presence.

And yet! As the death roleplay was a simulation of death without dying, the sex scene is a simulation of dying without death, and all the more life-affirming for it. Pete’s lays Vegas’s head against his pulse in the after, giving him the chance to hear it. And where Vegas’s experience of Pete’s “death” was as his own dying, Pete now feels Vegas’s heartbeat and takes his turn as the simulated predator vampire-style by biting down on the pulse in Vegas’s wrist.

Thanks again for the ask, anon! This is probably more than you asked for, but I had a very fun time thinking on it. ^^

#asks #kinnporsche #vegaspete #fanfiction #fleet post #fleet fic #fleet answers

[mcdannowave]

Whenever Steve McGarrett meets someone with a military background.

#h50 1x16 #steve mcgarrett #alex o'loughlin #hawaii five 0 #h50 bloopers #goofy mcgoofy #h50 meme #muscles and tattoos #[Alternative caption: When you just meet the most handsome blond of your life. and create a whole task force just so u can work w/ him] #oh this adorkable man there. just doing this scene and of course i needed to comment on how Steve does that quite often🤣 #(it's comprehendible rly. bc greedy bith lenkov had a k*nk for that) #love this dork so much. he got tangled on this scene (and the final cut not even showed him doing the fire trick) #still. he looked adorable #can picture Steve 'teaching' this to Charlie. when they are like on the garage and there's a poisonous spider or smth #and Charlie goes running after to the kitchen where Danno was doing their lunch. yelling #''Danno! Danno! Dad just taught me how to make a flamethrower!'' and Danny chokes a bit ''He did /what/ ?'' #And at that moment Steve enters the kitchen. and the glare Danny throws at him says 'we'll talk later' and Steve knows that xD #mine

[joyful-soul-collector]

Misser Star’

By @joyful-soul-collector for @wh0doyouthinkyouareiam! 

For the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange!

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Helen Cho

Summary: 

“Woah there Sea Legs,” Tony said, catching him under the arms and setting him up straight. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” “The sea is in my legs,” Peter said, clinging tight to Tony’s arm as he wobbled slightly. “What if my legs… were in the sea?” “Oh wow--this is going to be fun.”

OR

Peter gets his wisdom teeth taken out, and is a very silly lad

Story is under the cut, or you can read it on AO3!

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“Misser Star’, there’s clouds i’ m’ mouth,” Peter mumbled around the cotton, staring at Tony with wide eyes. Tony laughed and pulled Peter’s hand away from his mouth, as he was trying to touch the “clouds”. 

“Don’t mess with those, you need them to stop the bleeding,” Tony said with a small laugh. 

“I’m bleeding!?” Peter said incredulously. Then he suddenly gasped and grabbed Tony’s arm, a panicked look on his face. “Do they know!?”

“Know what kid?” Peter looked around dramatically then yanked Tony’s arm closer so he could whisper in his ear. 

“That I’m a spider,” he said. Tony snorted and gently worked his arm out of Peter’s death-grip. 

“You’re good, kid. You’re at the compound, Helen was the one who operated on you. You remember Helen?”

“Karen?”

“No, Helen--”

“She’s my suit lady, she’s nice. But she can’t do tooth stuff Misser Star’--”

“No, kid, Helen was the one who did the work on your teeth, she’s a doctor--”

“I know who Helen is,” Peter said, as if Tony had told him this information several times before. Tony rolled his eyes and ruffled Peter’s hair, only to laugh when Peter raised his head and leaned into his touch, eyes slipping closed with bliss. He was like a little kitten, leaning into someone scratching behind its ear. 

In fact he leaned so far he almost fell over, and Tony had to catch him by the shoulder, snorting at the panicked look on Peter’s face. 

“Jesus, Dr. Cho gave you the Good Stuff didn’t she?”

“Had to, it was the only thing his metabolism wouldn’t immediately burn through,” Helen said, making Tony jump. “You two are alright to leave now, just make sure Peter doesn’t take that cotton out too early and give him some ice when the medicine wears off.”

“Thanks Doc,” Tony said. Peter made a noise of confusion and pointed at Helen. 

“She’s not Doc Ock, Misser Star’! He has way more arms, and she’s way prettier,” Peter said. “I think you need new glasses.”

“I don’t even need glasses in the first place, kiddo,” Tony said with a snort, signing a couple papers Helen handed him. 

“Oh yeah!? Then what are those!?” Peter said, pointing directly at the square sunglasses perched on Tony’s nose. Tony raised his eyebrows at him, the determined look on Peter’s face making it hard not to laugh. 

“Sunglasses, not normal glasses,” Tony said, then he held out his arm. “Here lemme walk you back to the living quarters, I’m fairly certain you’re not gonna make it there yourself.”

“Why does the sun even need glasses?” Peter muttered as he pushed himself off the hospital bed, and almost immediately toppling over. 

“Woah there Sea Legs,” Tony said, catching him under the arms and setting him up straight. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”

“The sea is in my legs,” Peter said, clinging tight to Tony’s arm as he wobbled slightly. “What if my legs… were in the sea?”

“Oh wow--this is going to be fun,” Tony said, steadying Peter as he stumbled down the hallway to the elevator. 

Peter babbled on and on about random stuff on their way to the living quarters, Tony having to physically restrain him from pressing all the buttons in the elevator, and had to answer his questions about extremely odd yet mundane things like “why is the ceiling in the sky?” only for him to forget what he asked entirely.

When they finally arrived, Tony walked him to the couch and sat him down, and Peter immediately curled himself into a ball, knees tucked under his chin. 

“Alright kid, you wait here while I call your Aunt and let her know everything went good, alright?” Tony said. 

“Wait here,” Peter repeated, with a determined nod. “Waiting waiting waiting. Like a rock.”

At this point Tony had absolutely no clue what Peter was talking about so he just said “Sure, kiddo”, and ruffled his hair before he stepped away for a few minutes. 

“Hey, Tony,” May said when she answered. “How’s he doin’?”

“He’s alright, pretty damn loopy but fine,” Tony said, leaning against the wall of the hallway. “I’m glad you came to me about this, I was right, a normal anaesthetic wouldn’t have stood a chance against his enhanced metabolism.”

May chuckled and Tony could hear the bustle of the hospital in the background. 

“I don’t know what we’d do without you Tony,” she said. “Thank you so much--Oh, shoot, I gotta go--”

“No problem, May, I’ll take care of him till you get off work. Just call me when you’re done, I’ll drive him over,” Tony said. May thanked him at least ten times before hanging up, and Tony chuckled to himself, slipping the phone in his pocket. 

“Misser Staaaaaaar’?” Peter’s voice said from around the corner. It had a rather guilty tone to it, and Tony quickly rounded the corner to see him. 

Peter seemed to have tried to grab a blanket, and in the process, had gotten himself rather tangled in it, now lying horizontally on the couch and staring up at Tony with a wide-eyed expression. 

“Got tangled in your own web, huh Spiderling?” Tony said, smiling down at him. “Probably for your own good anyway. Might just leave you like that so you don’t get yourself in more trouble.”

Peter frowned indignantly at him, and suddenly started trying to wiggle himself into an upright position, since clearly Tony was just gonna leave him to die like this. Tony rolled his eyes and helped him sit up, but as soon as he tried to get him untangled, Peter leaned away, looking confused. 

“What?” Tony said. 

“I’m a burrito Misser Star’,” Peter mumbled, snuggling himself further into the blanket. “Spider-Burrito. Or Spider-Sushi. Or Spider-Ravioli. Or--”

“Spiders In A Blanket?” Tony suggested, and Peter’s eyes got wide. 

“Oh my god--I’m a spider, and I’m in a blanket!” Peter whisper-screamed. Then he burst into laughter, throwing his head back against the soft cushions of the couch so fast Tony thought he might give himself whiplash. 

“Jesus--Just you existing scares me kiddo,” Tony muttered, deciding tv would probably be the best distraction. Just as long as it isn’t a comedy. Kid might break his neck, Tony thought. It’s a good thing Luke Skywalker isn’t played by Jim Carrey. 

Peter stopped laughing immediately as the Star Wars theme began to play, though his loud, comical gasp proved it wasn’t just the medicine wearing off. 

“I LOVE STAR WARS!” Peter shouted, making Tony jump. 

“Jesus christ--I know ya dork,” Tony said, watching Peter bounce excitedly in his seat on the couch for a moment before sitting next to him. Peter flumped into Tony’s side, giving a deep, dramatic sigh of contentment. Tony couldn’t help but give him a little one-armed squeeze; he knew how much Peter loved hugs. 

Though he couldn’t expect Peter to be silent for more than a few minutes, now could he?

“Hey Misser Star’?” Peter said. 

“Hey Misser Parker?” Tony said, imitating Peter’s tone and voice. 

“What if I was hungry?” he said, either ignoring or completely oblivious to Tony’s teasing. 

“Um, I would get you something to eat? I think there’s some soup I could warm up for you,” Tony said, looking down at Peter with raised eyebrows. Peter looked skeptical at the idea of soup however.

“Mmm, but what if I’m only hungry for something cold?” he said. 

“Uh… you want a smoothie?”

“Something sweet and cold.”

“Smoothies can be sweet.”

“Something chocolate and sweet and cold,” Peter said impatiently. Tony rolled his eyes and looked down at Peter, who put on a very mischievous grin. He sighed in defeat. He just couldn’t say no to that silly face. 

“Your Aunt’s gonna kill me when she finds out,” Tony said, getting up with a groan. 

“No she won’t! I’ll protect you! I’m Spider-Man!” Peter said, trying to take his hands out of his cocoon/burrito, but only succeeding in tangling himself more. Tony snorted, dragging a tub of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and scooping some out into a couple bowls. By the time he came back Peter had freed his arms and was rubbing his hands over the fluffy blanket, muttering to himself. Tony helped him take the gauze out of his mouth, which had a surprisingly small amount of blood on it, as it seems his enhanced healing had taken care of it. 

Peter ate his ice cream happily, eyes closing with bliss. 

“Ice cream is my best friend,” Peter said around his spoon. “‘Cept for Ned. And MJ. They’re better than ice cream, but ice cream is like… real good friendo. Ten outta ten, would go to the movies with ice cream.”

“Ha, me too kid,” Tony said, scraping the last remnants out before setting aside his bowl to focus better on the movie. He never cared much for Star Wars, but he couldn’t deny that the fight scenes were pretty awesome. Peter eventually nudged him with his bowl to say he was finished, and then went back to his original position against Tony’s side. 

It wasn’t until the movie was over that Tony realized Peter had fallen asleep like that, curled up tightly in the blanket, his face pressed into Tony’s chest. Tony ran his fingers through Peter’s hair for a moment, smiling as Peter relaxed even further against him. 

“You caught all that, right Fri?” Tony said, glancing up at the ceiling. 

“Of course Boss,” Friday replied. “Shall I send you the file for you to view later?”

“That’d be perfect. If there’s anything that’ll be more hilarious than Peter getting stuck in a blanket, it’ll be how red his face gets when he sees himself getting stuck in a blanket.”

Peter didn’t even wake up as Tony lifted him off the couch and down the hall to his room. He whined a little when Tony laid him on his bed, but was quickly consoled by Tony’s fingers running through his hair again. 

“Goodnight ‘Spider-Burrito.’”

#irondad #irondad fanfiction #peter parker #tony stark #marvel #spider-man #Iron Man #the friendly neighborhood exchange #Marko's Fanfiction

[spaceyantique]

let’s go dancing [paul x reader]

hullo! this is my first try at writing any fanfic so pls be gentle with feedback! I want to start writing more (especially for the beatles), so if you have any requests my inbox is open! also thanks to @kalypsichor for being wonderful and encouraging me to follow my little fanfic writer dreams love u.

okay here we go!

word count: 1078

pairing: paul mccartney x reader

summary: things get a bit heated when you make a connection with paul mccartney in a club one night. inspired by the club scene from A Hard Day’s Night. also inspired by paul’s bloody eyelashes.

warnings: smutty implications at the end, and like… three swear words

You really hadn’t expected to end up here.  

It had been a long day on top of a long week already, and all you’d really wanted was to slide into bed and not worry about your boss’s demands for the next two days. However, your roommate, Molly, had dragged you out for the night, claiming that you’ve got to live while you’re young, and wouldn’t it be nice to meet up with some friends? Hadn’t you just bought a new dress, and wasn’t this a perfect opportunity to show it off? So, begrudgingly, you and Molly braved the chilly streets, the wind snapping your coats.

The first pub involved a lot of small talk and even more beer. The second was slightly less subdued, but Molly still wasn’t satisfied with the amount of perceived fun you were having. After the third pub, you hardly felt the cold anymore as the pair of you stumbled into a club.

The dance floor was packed with people, so you skirted the side, trying to stir up some conversation. Your memory of the whole experience was, admittedly, rather hazy. The lights were dim and the alcohol had been flowing for quite some time. However, you certainly would have appreciated knowing how you ended up in a booth beside the dance floor, pressed up against Paul McCartney. 

He was warm against your side, you could tell that even through the heat from the alcohol. He was bickering good-naturedly with John. Across the table, George was cuddled up with a girl of his own. 

“A right Don Juan, he thinks he is!” Paul was saying, nodding towards Ringo, who was dancing like a fucking dork. 

“Come now, Paul!” John tutted. “At least he’s got the spirit.”

“I suppose that’s more than we can say for you,” Paul shot back and you giggled, completely swept off your feet by the inertia of the night. You couldn’t look away from his eyelashes, the curve of his nose, his freckles. You’d never understood the craze around the Fab Four, but you found yourself magnetized.

“I think he’s rather sweet,” you said, as Ringo had drifted away from his boogie and into a sort of jumping contest.

“Do you, now?” Paul replied softly, turning to look at you. His nose was only inches from yours. You laughed nervously again, unable to speak, heart fluttering in your chest. 

“Turn down the charm, Macca, you’ll frighten her off.” George had torn himself away from his girl and chided Paul with a smirk.

“Back off, Geo, I know what I’m doing,” Paul said with a cocky half-smile. He curled his fingers around your waist now, a mere layer away from bare skin, and you had to fight to focus on the conversation. 

Bastard.

“Don’t be too sure. Perhaps you’re not my type,” you said, fighting a smile. 

“And what is your type, birdie?” John cut in. He had commandeered the bowl of crisps a while ago and had nearly finished them off.

“Well, it’s certainly not the nosy sort,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink. George snorted, John gasped in faux-offense and Paul smiled, a real smile this time. 

“I can’t say I’m much for the nosy sort either,” Paul announced. “Just today we were chased to ‘ell and back by crazed fans! Nearly lost us our Ringo. We had to duck in here to escape the mob.”

“Perhaps I should thank them, then.” You murmured quietly to Paul, leaning further into him.

“If tellin’ them about John’s wife didn’t shake them, I doubt anything will,” said George, grinning. 

“We’re doomed!” John bemoaned dramatically, collapsing back into his chair. You laughed, turning to see Paul smiling too. He wrapped his arm around you a bit tighter, and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“What do you say we go for a dance, hm?” You shivered at the feeling of his breath on your neck, and allowed him to lead you away from John and George at the table. 

Paul pulled you towards a black door at the back of the club and fumbled a bit with the handle.

“I thought we were going dancing?” 

You glanced back, catching Molly’s eye on the dance floor and waving. Her eyes went wide when they focused on Paul beside you, and she beamed and gave you a thumbs up.

“Well, ‘s a different kind of dancing.” Paul smirked again, looking back at you through those damn eyelashes. He finally got the door open, and you found yourself in a dimly lit hallway. The two of you went giggling past the toilets, his Chelsea boots and your heels clacking on the tile. He finally slowed, and you stumbled into him over your shoes and your alcohol.

“Paul,” you said, resting your hands on the front of his jacket. He smiled, his hands on your waist, steadying you.

“Paul,” you said again, more quietly. He was so close to you. You could feel your heart beating in your chest.

“Yes, love?” He leaned ever so slightly closer. You exhaled slowly, unable to tear your eyes from his. You rose up on your toes, and an eternity seemed to pass before your lips met his, and he was kissing you. 

Paul was kissing you, and his hands were everywhere, on your hips, trailing up your back, cupping your jaw, in your hair. He was so impossibly warm as he tugged you closer. His lips were so soft. You gripped onto his coat, and let his warmth consume you.

You pulled away first, gasping for air. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone.

“What a pretty thing I’ve got,” he murmured, cheeks flushed pink. 

“Careful, McCartney, you might get sweet on me,” you said breathlessly. You grabbed his lapels and kissed him again, harder this time. Paul’s hands flew down to your hips, and then you were crashing backwards into the wall. It was cold on your bare back, but you didn’t mind, not when he was so warm, when his hair was so soft. You tangled your fingers in it and tugged, and his breath hitched. He pinned you against the wall with his weight, and his fingers began to slide towards the hem of your dress.

When you broke apart for air, Paul’s eyes were dark, and his breathing was uneven. You could feel him pressing against you.

“Well, love, what d’you say we go do some more dancing at mine?

#paul mccartney x reader #paul x reader #paul mccartney #the beatles x reader #beatles x reader #fic #fluff #smut #the beatles #a hard days night

[m0etenchandon]

Let me show you (Reader x Ben Hardy)

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy

Warning: smut, fluff, 18+, oral (female receiving)

Word count: 2K, short and sweet

Authors note: so some of you might have noticed that i accidentally published this a few days ago... i was just trying to edit it in drafts on mobile and didn´t realize it posted, but anyways, here it is for the anon who requested it! i love the cute little messages you guys send <3

Masterlist

You were enjoying a movie with your boyfriend, Ben, on a Friday night. This was your second month together, and you were enjoying every second of it. He made you feel all giddy inside, his smile brightening your entire day. Butterflies went wild in your stomach whenever he was around, even when you just thought about him while at work, smiling like a dork for yourself. He was perfect, it was perfect. The only thing missing from your relationship was sex. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, I mean look at the guy, but your subconscious always stopped you whenever things got too heated. He was so gorgeous, looking like he was literally carved from marble, and you were you. Sure, he always told you how beautiful you were, but you couldn’t see it. You saw stretchmarks on your thighs, ass, stomach and boobs, you saw a girl who was curvy. A girl who surely no one wanted to have sex with.

You were cuddled into his side, a hand over his stomach. It felt nice lying there in his strong arms, taking in his scent. He held you close, leaning down from time to time to press kisses to your head. You were drawing circles on his lower stomach, not really paying attention to what you were doing. He however, most certainly did.  All your touches were like an electric bolt straight to his brain, it drove him insane. Especially that you always stopped him when he tried to make a move, having to end every date with his hand wrapped around his shaft, you on his mind as he chased his release. As a sex scene rolled over the screen, he tensed underneath you. You could feel his muscles contracting underneath your fingers.

“If you don’t plan to finish what you´re starting, I suggest stopping”, he said and put his hand over yours to stop your movements. There was a slight bulge underneath his joggers, and his breath was heavier than normal, voice deep. You blushed.

“Oh, sorry”, you said retracting your hand and putting it in your lap instead. You had gotten to this point many times over the last few weeks, you always being the one stopping it.

Ben seemed to be in deep thought the rest of the movie. His fingers which were previously caressing your shoulder had stopped moving, the kisses on your head had stopped completely. You let your mind wander. There was nothing you wanted more than to sleep with him, he wasn’t the only one frustrated at the situation. Maybe you should just tell him why, maybe it’s best to get it over with? Surely, he wouldn’t want to stay with you if you wouldn’t put out. Before you fell too deep into that though, he sat up straight and looked at you intensely, green eyes finding yours. Concern and conflict washing over them.

“Why do you not want to have sex with me?”, he asked, genuinely curious. His eyes looking straight into yours, making your breath hitch. You blushed again. Shit, this was happening.

“No, I do want to have sex with you. Trust me”

“Then why do you always stop me when things get heated? Are you waiting until marriage?”

“What, no, this isn’t the 1900´s” you laughed. “I mean I respect that some people do that, but that’s not me”

“Well, then what is it?”. You avoided his gaze, turning to look at the credits on the TV instead. He wasn’t having it, and brought your hand in to his, making you look at him again.

“Hey, don’t be shy. Just tell me, I won´t judge”

“It’s just, shit, you look like this Greek god and I’m just chubby old me”, you blurted out. You didn’t even believe your own ears as you said it, never daring to talk about it with anyone. He looked at you with a sad look in his eyes, a hand coming up to caress your cheek. He leaned in for a quick kiss before continuing. “Love, I don’t know how you haven’t figured this out yet, but I think you’re beautiful. Fuck, you´re so bloody perfect. I mean it, I´m not just trying to get into your pants”, he said looking at you with adoration in his eyes. You giggled at the last part, heart fluttering at his words.

“I mean, I turn into a horny teenager whenever I see you. A hug is enough to make me hard”. You looked away again, hiding your blush. The thought of turning him on fueling your confidence.

“Y/N, I love you. I know it hasn’t been that long, but it´s true. I am head over heels in love with you, all of you. Especially your lovely curves”. His hand left yours to caress your hips.

Tears were threatening to spill down your cheeks at his lovely words. You couldn’t believe it. Ben loved you, he really did. You pulled him into a kiss, feeling him smile halfway through. Hand on both sides of his face, keeping him in place, not wanting this moment to pass.

“I love you too, Ben”, you whispered before kissing him again. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking you to open your lips for him. You did, tongues dancing together perfectly. You moaned into his mouth as he slightly bit down on your bottom lip, heart beat racing. He pulled away from you, and you could see he was breathless. Eyes darker than they were a few minutes ago. Cheeks tinted pink and lips puffy.

“If you let me, I would like to show you how much I love you”. His eyes were studying yours, looking for any signs of doubt as you nodded.

“Yeah, I-I would like that”. He grinned like an idiot before bringing his lips to your neck, sucking slightly. His hands went down to your waist, pulling you closer.

“Can I take this off, love”, he asked pulling at your shirt lightly. You nodded, biting your bottom lip. This was it. It was now or never. You held your breath, closing your eyes.

He pulled it over your head, sucking in a breath when he saw your half-naked body. His hands immediately went back to your waist, over your soft stomach and up towards your breasts. They were so warm, making you melt completely into his touch.

“This okay?”. You met his eyes again, his hands ghosted over your bra. You nodded in response, before he unclasped it. He looked at you like you were a masterpiece, making you blush. Never had a boy looked at you like this, like you hung the stars in the night sky. Ben muttered ´bloody hell´ under his breath before his hands met your bare breasts. Gently massaging them, you could see him getting harder in his sweat pants. He leant down and started to kiss your breasts before moving on to one of your nipples, gently sucking on it. You moaned and tangled your fingers into his soft hair. His lips were soft against them, tongue swirling around them ever so lightly.

“Fuck, you´re so beautiful Y/N”, he muttered against your skin. You fumbled with the hem of his shirt, desperate for him to shed some clothes too. As your fingers accidentally brushed against his bulge, he whined. That was the single hottest sound you have ever heard, making you moan yourself.

“See what you do to me, love? You have me completely under your spell”, he smirked before going to remove his shirt. You moaned at the sight before you, fueling his ego.

“Can I get you off with my mouth, love? I bet you taste so good”, he blurted out. You were stunned by his abruptness, wetness pooling in your panties. His plump lips would look so good around your clit, the thought making you whine and arch into his touch.

“Shit, Ben, I haven’t”. Your sentence was cut short as he started kissing your lower stomach.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, it’s just, fuck, no one has gone down on me before”

“Well, then you’ve been with the wrong people. Let me take care of you, please. I promise I will make you feel good”. He looked at you with puppy-dog eyes, making you melt under his gaze. He placed kisses at your waistline.

“Okay”

He smirked, before undoing the button of your jeans. You lifted you ass off the couch, allowing him to slide both your jeans and underwear down your legs. Thank god you had put on a nice pair of panties. He peppered kisses over your thighs, over your stretchmarks. Occasionally looking up at your through his eyelashes, making you moan.

“So fucking beautiful, love. Please don’t ever forget that”, he said between kisses. Moving his hands to both your knees, he slowly pushed your legs apart. He kissed up your thighs, taking his time to kiss every stretchmark, every dimple. Lips were slowly inching their way towards your heat, stopping right before he reached the place where you now desperately needed him.

“You´re so wet for me, love. I’m not the only one who was been sexually frustrated, hmm?”

“N-No, shit Ben I need you to do something”. You weren’t lying, the very picture of him between your naked thighs having been the subject of many of your recent dreams. However, you always woke up panting, wet, and desperately alone in your own bed. Until now.

He wasted no time and started to kitten lick at your folds, enjoying the taste as evident by the sounds leaving his mouth. Your hands immediately found his hair as he moved further up towards your clit, taking it into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly, before letting it go again, looking at you a whimpering mess under his touch, a smirk plastered on his face. He licked from your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking lightly, repeating the acting several times. You were so turned on, so frustrated that you wanted to yell at him to get a move on.

One of his fingers finally inched its way towards your entrance before pressing it into you and curling it upwards. He found the sweet spot immediately, rubbing against it with a determined look on his face. A moan escaped your lips. It was like music to his ears, only encouraging him further.

He added another finger, picking up his pace. You couldn’t understand why you haven’t done this before, it felt so fucking good. As he leant down again and started licking at your clit, your back arched of the couch. It was all too much, the knot in your stomach tightening with his every move, fingers tightly curled in his hair.

“Fuck, Ben, I-I´m gonna cum”, you panted. You could feel him humming against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers hit that sweet spot, at the same time as he sucked particularly hard at your clit, making you see starts. Electric bolts shot up your body, the coil in your stomach unraveling deliciously. His name left your lips as you came around his fingers, walls clenching around him. Ben let you ride out your orgasm before sliding his fingers out of you. He brought them up to his lips and licked them clean, making your mouth fall open at the sight before you. His fingers left his mouth with a pop, a smug smile plastered on his face. You just looked at him I’m awe. How was this man your boyfriend?

“Mmm, you taste so good, my love”

You blushed again, looking down. It was hard to avoid looking at his crotch, his cock straining against the material. Your mouth watered at the sight, your clit twitching with the thought of having him inside you. Tentatively, you reached out to run a ringer at the outline of it. Ben sucked in a breath, his cock twitching at the contact.

“Shit, Y/N, you don’t have to”

“No, but I want to, Ben”, you said before switching place with him on the sofa.

“Fuck, I love you so much”, he muttered under his breath as you pulled him out of his joggers.

Masterlist

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #Ben jones #ben jones smut #requested #my writing #queen #queen smut #queen imagine #borhap #borhap smut #borhap imagine #bohemian rhapsody

[ivarswickedqueen]

Acting is hard

Sorry for not writing anything lately, this is a short imagine with Alex ;) 

Word account: 1353 Warning: light smut

“So Y/N, Alex, are you ready?” the director asked and you both nodded. You were super nervous because this was your first sex scene and you weren’t sure what to do. Should you really kiss him, or just open your mouth and pretend that you are kissing him? You decided to leave this decision to Alex, he had more experiences in this. You could have asked your good friend Marco about it, but he would tease you because he knew about your tiny crush on Alex, so you rather kept your mouth shut and hoped for the best. Your character Agnes was Ivar’s best friend and you were shooting scene where they were arguing and yelling at each other. But the yelling soon turned into making out. One second you were screaming at him and the second you were pinned under his strong body. Alex threw you on the bed full of furs and quickly crawled on top of you, he was fuming and snarling at you. “What will you do, Ivar? Kill me? Banish me? Burn me alive?” your character Agnes snapped at Ivar and Alex crashed his lips on yours. You knew that he will do that, but still you squeaked and Hirst yelled “Cut” and you had to do it again. This time you didn’t flinch when Alex’s lips landed on yours. You let him take the initiative and lead the kiss. He hesitated for a second but then he kissed you and you quietly sighed into the kiss, relaxing a little and kissing him back slowly. “Cut” Hirst yelled again. “Alex, Agnes the kiss must be really heated, you are angry at each other, but you also love each other and your feelings are finally coming out! I need some passion, a lot of moaning and groaning, I need anger, especially from you Alex’ I don’t need romantic, slow kisses, do you guys understand me?” he asked and you nodded, slightly blushing. “Sure boss, let’s show the audience that Ivar is Boneless but not Bonerless, let’s show them that he is the real beast in the sheets” Alex grinned and you chuckled underneath him. He was such a dork sometimes. It was one of the reasons why you were crushing on him. “Are you OK? I am not crushing you, right?” he asked softly, with worry in his voice. “I am fine Alex, don’t worry,” you smiled softly, actually enjoying to feel the weight of his body on you. “OK guys, just remember, what I said!! Passion!! Anger!! Dominance!! Continue from the moment you two landed on the bed. Let’s start. Go!” Alex crushed his lips on yours more firmly this time, kissing you angrily, he placed his hand on the side of your neck, keeping your head still. You kissed him back with the same anger as he kissed you and then you felt it, his teeth on your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You opened your lips hesitantly, not knowing if it’s a part of the script. You haven't read his script, only yours, but Alex probably knew what he was doing, so you went with it. You opened your lips for him and his tongue slipped into your mouth, brushing against yours, claiming your mouth in a violent kiss, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. Your lips moved fervently against each other. You remembered Hirst’s orders so you let out a needy moan, causing Alex to groan, almost growl against your lips. His hand snaked under your shirt, caressing your skin, just like it was written in the script.  You felt the goosebumps forming on your skin, you were on fire, panting heavily, gripping Ivar’s uniform in your hands, pulling him closer to you, tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling at it harshly, earning a deep groan from him. That animalistic sound sent jolts of arousal to your core. You felt yourself getting wet, realizing, that you are no longer acting, but you are heavily making out with him in front of everyone. The shock of the realization got you out of the rhythm and Hirst shouted “Cut” again. ”Oh fuck, I am screwed!” you murmured in your native language and Alex raised an eyebrow at you. “I need to tell you one thing, Y/N. You are hell of an actress, this was the best fake kiss I’ve ever had,” he smirked darkly at you realized that he knew goddamn well, that it wasn’t acting. You wanted to say something, but Hirst already shouted that they are ready to continue, so you shut your mouth and hummed when you felt Alex’s soft lips on yours again. This kiss was even more heated than the last one. The next step in this scene was something you feared the most, the scene where the whole world will see your boobs. Ivar was supposed to rip off your shirt, kiss your neck and play with your boobs, before the camera will leave the couple and go focus on something else. Alex asked you hundreds of times before, if you are OK with this scene and you assured him that you agreed to shoot it, so you have no problem to do it. He hesitated for a second, so Hirst made him do it again and again and again, before he was relaxed enough to tear your shirt apart. Alex growled when he saw your hard nipples in front of him. For once, you were happy that it was so cold around here so people assumed that your nipples were hard because of the cold weather, but it wasn’t true. Alex and his kisses and curious hands were the culprit. Alex kissed you hungrily again, while his hand cupped your breast in his huge palm, kneading it urgently, swallowing your moans and cries with his hungry lips. His lips moved to your neck and you lost it when he bit the tender skin on the side of your neck. His thumb flicked across your nipple while his mouth and tongue worked their magic on your throat and it was the moment when it happened. He squeezed your nipple gently and you moaned his name quietly. “Alex!” it was so quiet that nobody heard that, but Alex heard you clearly. He sucked at your pulse point, making you roll your eyes in pleasure. You had to bite your lip, to stop yourself from moaning his name again. You suddenly felt Alex’s body on yours, you realized that he was supporting himself a little on his arms the whole time to not crush you too much. But right now you felt the weight of his body on you. He subtly rocked his hips against yours, showing you how hard you made him. “Stop!” Hirst yelled. “Guys, you are great, but I need Y/N to be little bit angrier. Can you do that for me, darling?” he asked you and you nodded. “Sure Michael, no problem,” you stuttered. Alex took the opportunity to tell you something when the camera wasn’t rolling. “I don’t know if you realize it, princess. But we have a problem,” he murmured into your ear, biting it gently. “I don’t know how long I can do this, while you are moaning underneath me and kissing me like this!” he continued while looking into your eyes deeply. “I am so sorry Alex!”you whispered, totally embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry, princess. I wanted to ask you out for a long time, but I’ve never found the courage. You are so beautiful, smart and amazing and was afraid that you would turn me down,” he explained and you couldn’t believe that he was afraid that you would turn him down. You thought that your crush on him was obvious. “Tonight I am going to ask you out for a dinner. Will you come with me, Y/N?” he asked. “Yes Alex, with pleasure,” you smiled softly at him. “That’s great, because I want to kiss you and touch you without the camera focusing on us,” he smirked when you blushed.

#alex høgh andersen #alex hogh andersen #alex hogh #vikings imagine #alex hogh andersen fanfic #ivar the boneless

[didsomeonesayventus]

okay long time spending in gestation but I imagine that someone out of the followers I have wants to know my onion on KH3 is 

Overall, good!

so consider wordbarf of very repeated and tired onions no one actually actively asked for below:

Alright so I’ve been trying to figure out how to make these words and what my opinions even are considering this game has been out for almost a year now (KH3 existing is wild imagine it turning a year old) so this will be. mostly bullet points + incoherent and unorganized rambling forgive me

BAD THINGS FIRST lets get the salt out of the way

Literally everything with Kairi was oof. I still feel her relationship with Lea is incredibly rushed given the last time they were interacting in canon he was literally kidnapping her but go off I guess nomura they’re brother/sister friendsy now at least the fandom can sell me on that better than you can. I seethe with rage recalling that they didn’t even try to hide that killing her off was a classic case of fridging (“You lack motivation” FUCK OFF) and I have been angry since the day I was spoiled by leak stuff accidentally. I wouldn’t have minded her getting her ass handed to her if they made it look like she tried and gave us some moments where she did defend herself and get some victories and not conveniently cut away from the actually badly needed training montage (surprise! this is why we have training montages!!!!) and I get she was instrumental in rescuing everyone and the fact she wasn’t THAT bad speaks for how much she improved but it still just. bites that she still feels more like a satellite love interest than ever. 

Kairi was bad enough to get her own thing but tbh everyone who isn’t Sora also.. really suffers. The writing is really Sora-centric here and that’s not inherently bad (see good list) but it leaves a lot to be desired, especially since they dog pile the extended cast moments in at the end. There was no big confusion at Ven and Roxas sharing a face, no talks between characters who would have interesting interactions given their histories and circumstances, no obvious sign of development from anyone except maybe sea salt family and Aqua. They’re here to be more one-note than usual and resolve their arcs. Ven in particular (I’m totally not biased clearly /sarcasm) I feel is a big example given he was kinda in a really rough mental state at the end of bbs?? and 3 is exceptionally vague on just how conscious ventus was during his nap so I can’t even answer if he was able to give himself therapy the past 12 years or whatever

Anti Aqua is a damn cool concept but ultimately kinda pointless and I think we could have received it better if it wasn’t spoiled in trailers and wholly out of left field. Plus Sora coming in after what was pretty clearly set up as a Riku moment- while it gave us the incredibly gay press triangle to Sora + use a big keyblade made from ur love moment -was uh! really cheap!!!! and ruined what was clearly set up for being Riku’s thing with an almost nonsensical SIKE ITS SORA (it’s saved from being wholly nonsensical by 0.2′s opening foreshadowing + it still kinda makes sense for sora to at least help but damn if the narrative wasn’t leading us towards a riku moment)

Also everyone was hit really hard with the nerf effect in-narrative so unless you’re the dream team you’re screwed I guess and that. doesn’t quite work since it makes everyone else look... not great. And I think this is kinda a miscommunication on part of Nomura and the fans (IM MAKING ASSUMPTIONS TAKE WITH SALT) in that we kept saying we wanted people “saved” but meant having their arcs resolved in a reasonable way that preserved their agency and power and relationships, but got interpreted literally as “alright Sora comes in and solves every problem, is tough on stains, and makes julienne fries”

And yet there’s also a lot of mean spirited “oh no sora’s dumb and helpless w/out a second braincell” which was kinda funny the first couple times and I failed to pick up on it first go I’ll admit, but honestly? Yeah. they pick on sora too much. Donald and Goofy are the most guilty, and everyone else by virtue of not seeing Sora that much actually in-narrative are off the hook from me because they probably didn’t know how much teasing he’d been getting from his pals, but it felt kinda like they didn’t know what to fall back on between the three besides “oh donald and goofy pick on sora” which is cute once or twice but the amount he gets and how it clearly leads to his breakdown at the end is uhHHHHhhhHH hm.

As always the pacing is pretty awful where the disney worlds are somewhat relevant at best and then the end is 0-1000 but that is a usual KH gripe so its pretty low on the bar

Attraction flow is cute and neat at first but it gets.. really wearing towards the end and in the serious fights at the Keyblade Graveyard BOY are they a mood breaker

the “repeat the plot” worlds- Tangled, Frozen, Pirates -REALLY stick out like a sore, ugly thumb compared to the worlds that went out and did their own creative thing, and Big Hero 6 was.. cute? but kinda maybe too much of a breather.

Frozen also get an extra award for “Audio mixer most in need of firing!” because who the hell allowed the do you want to build a snowman scene.

They did nothing with Scala and I want a refund on that aesthetic if they’re not gonna do anything besides a framing device with it

HEY WAIT THERE WAS GOOD THINGS TOO!

Good news point that may or may not come to pass: Re:Mind DLC might fix some of the above salt! We shall see and probably know by the time this post is a year old sfjhdsakjgh

SORA! Sora was actually a character again!!!! holy cow they pulled up from the utter nose dive that was DDD!! god i love this dork and it was really fantastic to see him back to normal.

The graphical upgrade lost a lot of the squish and stretch that the OG graphics had but you know what? pretty. tastey. good graphics and better at doing more subtle emotions and hey have i mentioned Pirate’s glow up? Pirate’s glow up. The details in Olympus to recreate the swirly aesthetic of the clouds and explosions and lava is a great touch.

Worlds as far as levels go?? really good! They feel legitimately like worlds and explorable and with their own flavors and I LOVE battle and field themes x2 its really great I’m down for less worlds if they keep the quality. Hell we have NPCs!! maybe even too many npcs.

Writing OVER ALL/ON AVERAGE I’d say has improved a lot! It’s still not a literary masterpiece or anything but I found the disney worlds really cute and easier to get invested in even if long term they were less relevant than I hoped they would be. In every world there was at least one scene I found myself actually invested in. Like there was something to the writing that was legitimately more endearing than usual on average, and toy box and monstropolis were strong contenders for really good overall imo

honestly there were moments that- as moments -were incredible. Wayfinder reunion scene will haunt me, and Sea salt’s was good too, final world and rescuing everyone was jaw dropping, getting the LoD Back was also good, Union X, Xigbar exiting left stage pursued by a bear, wayfinder trio making a grave for eraqus, all the gummi ship scenes had great chemistry, beach party ending, hanging out with rapunzel for the first half of Corona is adorable as hell, all the nods to scenes in the movies, the easter eggs, like the game is not consistently amazing but it is peppered with stuff that I feel in a bubble ignoring surrounding context just work really really well

Damn if the end boss rush wasn’t thrilling as hell and honestly??? really good. Hard to parse out first flush but I think this was a good decision and added a lot of blood roaring urgency and wild turns, and even if I want to overhaul a number of things about the endgame I think this can definitely stay

Kingstagram is a beautiful gift man

OST? A fucking banger all around and I love how they’ve made cutscene-specific tracks that play with the leitmotifs throughout KH’s illustrious musical history

Over all there’s some really glaring issues, but overall it’s KH really at its best. I’m not sure if it’s my favorite entry and I’m still really mixed + befuddled on just how exactly I feel and I think a lot of that is I had pretty high expectations and my own ideas of how it would play out since like. 2012. it’s really hard to detach from those feelings and ideas sometimes. But KH3 wasn’t bad! It could’ve really been worse, and the fact that it got out the door in the state that it was is a good deal

now here’s to the wait for Re:Mind and to see if it’s basically the content we’d get in Final Mix that could definitely bump up my opinion

#Katie rambles #long post #((in case this fucks up on mobile which it likely will)) #but yeah I'd say 7-8/10 #solid entry did remarkably well for what it needed to do but not really amazing favorite entry ever sort of love #got its pros got its cons. its solid and good and enjoyable for what KH is #anyways obviously this is my opinion and you're not obligated to agree but yeah! KH3.. exists.. its a thing.....

[musubiki]

Speaking of Lyra>>> Do you have any headcannons for her? Do you support SoulSilvershipping? Because personally they're also one of my faves (but obviously after Conflicting)

yes and yes!!!! though i dont have as many. hgss was my first game so it holds a special place in my

➞

edit: i lied. im giving lyra thiccorite as her starter i just started playing again and its the cutest lil shithead pokemon. silver can have the angry honey badger 

lyra is the cutest and happiest protag!!! shes always very excited and very brave!!! takes no shit from rocket and beats their asses with a smile 10/10!!!! (sometimes she listens to music and dances while kicking ass shes a huge dork)

also very honest!!!! but a troll lowkey. when she was asked to describe the pokemon thief she gave some weird ass desc. ever seen tangled? she did that to silver. he sees his wanted poster and jus “okay now shes just mean.”

silver is actually. grateful to her. for not turning him in. OFC HE AINT GONNA SAY SHIT LIKE THAT LMAO but he kind of..respects her for it..lowkey..over time their battles become less emotionally traumatizing (blame silver) and more friendly and actually kinda fun

(i actually dont have too much for them bc i havent played the game in a while but. these are some i do know)

when prof oak gives her the pokedex hes…..doubtful…like shes so excited and distracted hes sittin there like “….i wonder if she’ll even remember….she has a pokedex…” but shes the one prof elm chose so. he gotta trust him. hesnjkds sitting in his lab like “if only leaf and green were still up to it [tears]”

(btw green and leaf did finish the kanto pokedex. neither of them filled their own up, but together they managed to get every pokemon. it was thanks to leaf they managed to get mew and mewtwo which brought prof oaks research to a new level)

Lyra is a HAMMER at the pokethon. shes like a gold medalist. second best athlete out of all the protags(right behind white)

she only uses cute pokemonhdfhj but somehow still wins. silver is always confused because she literally has all these fucking adorable pokemon and then. kicks everyones ass. rocket both hates and loves her

this being because. shes super cute. im pretty sure like half the grunts have a crush on her 

her and silver probably. start to become more of friends when they first do the pokeathon together. she actually finds him really interesting and is curious about his mysterious backstory™

all the gym leaders like her shes pretty beloved by most!!! except for green. 

green is SO IRRITATED by her LMFAOOOOOOO when she first challenged him he was like “Hah, okay, easy. Small team for a small girl you’re going DOWN” and SHE KICKS. HIS ASS. 

he strongly underestimated her and he put up a good fight but. usually no one can beat him so hes fuckindfjk SHOCKED

HES MORE IRRITATED BC SHE KEEPS CALLING HIM FOR A REMATCH FHDFKBF HE HATES HER I SWEAR..,.,.he makes up shit excuses to not meet her bc eh fucjnfdkhf hates losing his pride is at stake here.,.,. “GO FIGHT SOMEONE ELSE!!!!!!!!!” “But youre the 8th gym leader!!!!!!”

lyra. highkey. teases green about his “one true love” i swear to god like. green puts up w her but its so reluctant. once she snatched the photo reel of him and leaf he always keeps with him and she just “ooOOOOO YOUR GIRLFRIEND????? GREEN OAK HAS A GIRLFRIEND?????????????” AND HE BLUSHED SO HARD AND SNATCHED IT FROM HER “GIVE THAT BACK YOU LITTLE BRAT HOLY FUCK….” she teases him forever.

i actually love the scene from this when shes pestering him “WHAT WAS THE KANTO CHAMPION LIKE??!?!?!?!” all excited and green just. all bitter and irritated hes jus flashbacks to how leaf just left and he still hasn’t heard from her and just “She was a real jerk man.” and lyra just “Oh.”

when she finally meets leaf shes. SHOCKED. THAT GREENS “GIRLFRIEND” AND THE KANTO CHAMP ARE THE SAME PERSON. SHE LOOKS AND GREEN AND HES BEHIND LEAF MAKING THAT LIKE CUT THROAT PANICKED MOTION LIKE “(please don’t say anything PLEASE DONT SAY ANYTHING)”

she doesnt say anything lojinhjhdf shes not that mean but!! shes been looking for leaf for months and waiting to challenge her so shes excited!!! and leafs also kinda excited bc she hasn’t had a good fight in a while. ofc leaf wins and lyra is “???!?!?!?!??” she was so confident. Pom destroyed her entire team

you got ways to go kiddo

so post hgss..i think…,.,.after silver apologizes for stealing the pokemon he kind of. ends up helping prof elm. like he goes to catch pokemon for his research and whatever else he needs. and he also trains under the dragon master to learn how to actually be strong. and lyra is really proud of him. 

they end up becoming really good friends and silver. develops a crush on her throughout the journey RIP. i think ethan lowkey also has a crush on her so thEY DONT GET ALONG they hate each other in silence. im pretty sure lance ends up liking her too so she has. the most suitors out of any protag so silver is a l w a y s jealous hes struggling not to show itjfdkfj its dumb,.,.

#i dont have an official confession/kiss scene for sss bc i havent played in a while i forget what happensdjkf #anon #ask #headcanons #soulsilvershipping #sorry i tagged yall @ canned trio ifbnjvf THICCORITA #i like lyra because she helped kinda to develop green a bit more #she helped him kind of. sort through his feelings #plus i like seeing her tease him about leaf die @green

[muffindragon227]

I’ll Keep Your Secrets Safe - Ch. 28

AN: So this is it. The very last chapter of IKYSS. I just wanted to say a big thank you to anyone and everyone who’s supported, read, liked, commented, and/or reblogged this story over the last two years. I owe a lot to all of you. Previous chapters can be found: HERE

                          Chapter 28: It’s a New Dawn, It’s a New Day

“Psst.”

Juvia furrowed her brow and buried her head deeper into the warmth beneath her, hoping whoever wanted her would go away.

“Look,” Silver whispered. His voice was distant and came from somewhere on her left. “I think they finally sorted things out.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high, they could have passed out again,” Ur whispered back.

Juvia pinched her brow together, and let out an annoyed little huff of breath. She felt exhausted and it must have still been early. Couldn’t they let her sleep?

“I don’t think so, they look pretty comfy.”

“They’re sleeping on the couch,” Ur pointed out. “Not exactly romantic, especially since Gray has a bed.”

“It might have been a bit crowded last night.” There was a pause before Silver continued, his tone a little wary. “I think Mered spent the night.”

“He’s spent the night most of this week.” Confusion laced through Ur’s words.

Silver cleared his throat, and the room when quiet.

Juvia hummed in relief and snuggled closer to Gray, tightening her grip around him. A small smile tugged at her lips, as she remembered exactly where she was and who it was she was sleeping on.

“Oh!” Ur yelped.

Gray jolted at the sound.

“Ohhh, you mean-“

Gray shifted beneath Juvia, and groaned. He twisted towards their voices, and his own voice rose in a harsh whisper. “Can you two go gossip in the kitchen. Juvia’s sleeping, and I’d like to be sleeping too.”

Juvia groaned and stretched against him, letting her eyes flutter open. “It’s fine.” She yawned. “I’m already up.”

Gray grunted and glowered at his parents.

"Don't take that tone of voice with me," Ur snapped, turning to glower back at Gray, but her annoyance didn't last long. Guilt flashed across her face, and pink dusted her cheeks. "Sorry for waking you though."

"It's okay." Juvia smiled at her and poked Gray lightly when he opened his mouth to protest. She smiled up at him, and he huffed.

"Whatever." Gray tugged her closer and settled back against the couch.

Silver beamed at them. "So.... You two look pretty cozy. Anything we should know about?"

Gray shot Silver a dirty look out of the corner of his eye. "Seriously?"

"What? It's a simple question."

"I was just sleeping, like, two minutes ago."

Ur placed a hand on Silver's shoulder. “How bout we go put on some tea and coffee. Give these two a chance to wake up.” Ur tugged Silver back towards the kitchen, and he relented with a sigh, but Juvia caught the small upward turn of his lips.

The second they were out of sight Gray scrubbed his hand over his face, and let out a muffled groan. “Gods the are fucking embarrassing.”

Juvia giggled, and reached up to brush a stray lock out of his face. “I don’t know, I could get used to it.”

Gray pulled his hand down to study her. “You’re gonna have to. If you thought they were bad with Lyon this is gonna be ten times worse. My dad’s been waiting for me to get a girlfriend for years.”

Juvia smirked and drew herself up over top of Gray, then leaned forward. The kiss was long and slow, and she let her fingers tangle in his hair. His hands came up and around her back pulling her down on top of him. When she finally pulled away he smiled. “Okay, if that’s part of the deal, I could get used to it too.”

Lyon woke to find Mered pressed against his back, and Mered’s arms wound tight around his waist. He wanted to chuckle; he’d never pictured himself a the little spoon before. He twisted in Mered’s grip, careful not to wake him, and smiled at the sight before him.

The light shone through the back window, and played over Mered’s locks, turning them all the colours of a sunrise. Lyon reached out and swept the hair back behind Mered's ears and smiled.

The moment was serene.

His finger stroked along Mered’s cheek, until Mered’s nose scrunched up and he batted Lyon’s hand away with a groan.

Lyon scoffed, so much for peaceful and serene. Even in his sleep Mered was still Mered. Lyon was tempted to reach back out and poke one of those baby cheeks of his.

Mered scrunched his brow up again, before turning away from Lyon and curling up in a ball on the other side of the bed. He clutched the blankets up around his head to shield him from the light.

Lyon smirked, someone clearly wasn’t a morning person. He scooted across the bed and curled up around Mered, nuzzling into Mered’s neck.

“Mfgh,” Mered grumbled, then shrugged. “Get off, it’s too early for you to be this touchy.”

“I beg to differ,” Lyon said, letting his fingers trace up and down Mered’s side. He got his hand swatted for it, and Mered somehow managed to contort himself so he could glare at Lyon.

“I said stop. Some of us still want to sleep.” With that Mered turned back around and curled up into an even tighter ball.

Lyon smirked as a wicked idea formed in his mind. He edged forward and peppered a few gentle kisses on Mered’s neck, causing Mered to squirm. “Did I wear you out last night?”

Mered let out a huff of annoyance, and turned, rolling right over top of Lyon in the process. He was rewarded with a couple grunts and a jab or two in the side.

“Rude!” Lyon said as he shoved Mered off of him, and onto the other side of the bed.

“You started it.”

“I was being loving and tender, you just rolled over me.”

Mered rolled his eyes. “I was trying to sleep, and you wouldn’t leave me alone. I don’t care what they say in the movies, there’s nothing romantic about someone touching your face while you’re sleeping. It feels weird and annoying.”

Lyon gaped in mock horror. “You take that back!”

“Like hell I will.” Mered gave him a disgruntled look.

“Take it back or I’ll tickle you,” Lyon threatened.

Mered scowled back at him. “You tickle me and I’ll punch you until you stop, I swear to God.”

“So violent,” Lyon eyed, him then smirked as his eyes wandered down Mered’s exposed figure. “The sexiness makes up for it though.”

Mered cringed. “Dude, no. I love you, but you’re a mess. No wonder you spend hours in the bathroom.”

“Excuse me?” This time Lyon actually felt offended. Mered was a little brat. He glowered at Mered and rolled out of the bed in a huff. “You’re such an asshole.”

Mered burst out laughing, and curled in on himself as he clutched his stomach.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Lyon snatched the towel hanging from his closet door and wrapped it around his waist. “I’m gonna go have a shower.”

“Oh come on!” Mered lunged off the bed after him, he tripped over the sheets and practically barrelled into Lyon.

Lyon caught him around the waist and tried to ignore the trim lines of Mered’s back muscles as his hands slid over them. “What are you doing? You could have killed yourself.”

“Chasing after your stupid ass.” Mered pulled himself upright against Lyon. “You know I’m just teasing you, stop being so extra and come back to bed.”

“I am not being extra,” Lyon huffed, and crossed his arms over his chest.

Mered rolled his eyes. “Suuure you’re not.” He tugged at Lyon’s arm. “Come back to bed you dork, I want to sleep more.”

“I don’t see what you need me for, you were just complaining about how I was preventing you from sleeping.”

“Yeah, and I’ll probably complain some more and you’ll keep being a pest, and eventually I’ll find some way to shut you up, cause I’m awesome, and then we’ll curl up and sleep for-“

A knock at the door cut Mered off.

They glanced at each other, and Mered pulled the sheets higher up his body.

“Yes?” Lyon called out.

“Just me,” Juvia called back through the door. “We heard you to thumping about, so I thought I’d let you know breakfast is almost ready.”

“And tell them the rest of us would like to be able to eat it, even if they don’t.” Gray hollered, though his voice was faint.

Lyon glared at the door, and Mered went bright red.

“Tell Gray to mind his own business. We’ll be down shortly,” Lyon said.

“Shortly as in?” Juvia left the question hanging and Lyon shook his head.

“As in as soon as we’re dressed, and I’ve had a chance to do something with my hair.”

“So basically, you’ll want to start without us,” Mered teased.

Lyon shot him a scathing look and he grinned back at Lyon like the cheeky devil he was.

“We’ll be down in twenty. If Mered doesn’t show though he’s probably sleeping and you shouldn’t worry about it.”

“Right,” Juvia said. He could hear the reproach in her voice. “Well, we’re serving in twenty then, so if it’s cold when you get down that’s on you.”

“Noted,” Mered said.

Footsteps padded down the hall and stairs.

Lyon glared at Mered before wrapping an arm around him and drawing him in for a quick kiss. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

As Lyon stepped into the kitchen, all eyes locked onto him, and he was met with a room full of knowing smiles. He stumbled to a halt, and Mered crashed into his back, almost knocking them both over.

“Dude, what the hell?” Mered hissed. He glared at Lyon then turned to the rest of the family and broke out into a blush. He inched himself behind Lyon, and proceeded to bury his face into Lyon’s back.

Lyon could make out Mered’s muffled groan, and he had to chuckle. His family was being rather embarrassing, but he knew they weren’t judging. He patted Mered’s hands, which had wrapped around Lyon’s waist and were clutching his shirt. “Sorry dear, I thought I’d walked into a scene from the Stepford Wives.” Lyon shot everyone a meaningful look.

All of them had the decency of looking sheepish, save for Gray, who’d been the only one not ogling Lyon. He’d been busy stuffing his plate full of food and was now sitting down at the kitchen table with Ultear and Juvia.

“I take it you two slept well?” Ur asked, trying to break the ice. She sent a sympathetic smile Mered’s way, but Mered’s face remained firmly planted in Lyon’s back.

“Yep,” Mered replied, his voice strained and unnaturally high pitched.

“Very well,” Lyon said, he beamed at the room and strode forward, causing Mered to pitch forward behind him and then scurry to maintain his hiding space. Lyon could feel Mered’s glare on his back. “Best sleep I’ve had in months.”

Lyon plucked two plates filled with food off the counter and headed to the kitchen table.

“I doubt that.” Gray muttered.

Lyon quirked an eyebrow at him. “And you? Did you get much sleep last night Gray? I didn’t hear you come to bed.”

Gray’s ears went red. “I slept fine.” His eyes darted to Juvia and their parents. “And given how well you were sleeping of course you wouldn’t have heard me.”

“Really? ‘Cause you look like shit. I’d be surprised if you got any sleep at all.”

Silver tried to cover a snort by faking a cough, and Juvia rolled her eyes.

“We slept fine, but we were up pretty late watching movies and your parents woke us up at the crack of dawn, so can’t say there was much sleep to be had,” Juvia said with a yawn. She downed the rest of her tea, and set the mug back down so she could refill it.

Ultear handed her the teapot, and managed to elbow Mered by accident as she tried to fold her arms back into place. “I think we need an upgrade.”

“Definitely need an upgrade,” Silver said as he tried to shift his seat closer to the table, only to find it was too tight to fit.

“We’ll get one before March Break,” Ur said. She took a bite of her food before she continued. “You two are coming back right?” She gestured to Lyon and Juvia.

“Definitely.”

“I’d love to if it’s not too much trouble,” Juvia said.

“It’s not,” Gray said, before anyone else can reply. “I cleared it with my parents before buying you the ticket, but since Lyon’s bed’s gonna be occupied, you can stay in my room.”

Juvia’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Gray shrugged, and averted his gaze, but his cheeks were pink. “I’ll have to spend at least a few nights at the university cause of hockey games, so it makes sense. That couch is lousy to sleep on.”

“But what about when you are home?” Mered asked, a gleaming smirk played on his lips.

Gray shot Mered a pointed look. “We’ll share. It’ll be better than trying to cram both of us onto that couch again.”

“You’re assuming you two will be sleeping together all week?” Lyon fixed Gray with an appraising look.

“We’re dating, so yeah.”

Lyon nearly choked on his food. He’d gathered things had been going well between them but that was news. He let out a hacking cough. “You are? Since when?”

Gray shrugged. “Last night.”

“We talked,” Juvia beamed, and bounced in her seat.

That would explain her excitement this morning. Not that Lyon didn’t think Juvia was happy for him, but she was never keen on the details of his sex life, not that she wouldn’t be getting them anyways. They had two days of driving ahead of them.

“Right. Talked.” Mered used air quotes for talked and wore the same knowing smirk Lyon’s parents had on early.

“Yes, talked,” Gray said through gritted teeth. “And slept. That’s it.”

Mered pouted. “Well that’s boring. I totally got you permission to bang in the dining room.”

“Excuse me?” Ur scowled at all of them over her coffee cup. “Who exactly gave you permission?”

“No one,” Lyon said, shooting a glare at Mered. “He was teasing and being a little pest.”

Ur straighten, and eyed them all before nodding. “Okay good. Keep it that way. I don’t care what you do in your rooms but the rest of us use this house too, and we eat on that table.”

“Exactly. So, whatever you do, make sure you sanitize it afterwards.” Silver said with a smile.

“Silver!” Ur glowered at him, which prompted the rest of the table to burst out into laughter.

As Lyon sat there at the overly packed table, surrounded by family and friends, laughing and cheering he took a moment to take it in. He was certain this was as good as life was gonna get, and he wanted to savour it.

                                                      3 Days Later

Juvia stood at the front door, with their bags as Lyon hugged his Mom for what had to be the fifth time in the last twenty minutes.

“Now, I know you’re busy, but please call more. I’ve hated being so out of touch with you all these years,” Ur insisted, tugging Lyon tighter to her.

Lyon placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I will, I promise.”

“I’ll hold him to it,” Juvia said.

“Better hold yourself to it as well,” Silver said, eyeing her. “We expect update calls from you too.”

“And what he means by that is he expects you to complain incessantly to him about me,” Gray grumbled as he pushed his way passed his dad. He handed Juvia a large travel mug.

“Thanks,” she said, taking it from him. A small smile played on her lips as she did. “And I doubt I’ll have anything to complain about other than how much I’ll miss you.”

Gray snorted. “I doubt it.”

Juvia rolled onto the balls of her feet, and leaned against Gray, one hand rested on his chest. “You shouldn’t. I can be very resilient when I want to be.”

“I think you mean stubborn,” Gray teased. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to help her balance, as she placed a peck on his cheek. Gray blushed and kept his eyes averted from his family who were all watching with knowing smiles.

Mered hip checked them causing Gray to stumble and Juvia to cling to him to keep her balance. “If you keep talking like that you’re gonna end up in the dog house, sooner rather than later.” He sauntered past them and grabbed the handle for Lyon’s suitcase, and smiled up at him. “Come on, I’ll help you load the car.” Mered glanced back over his shoulder to Juvia and shot her a cheeky grin. “Feel free to take your time.”

Lyon rolled his eyes as Mered headed out the door, then turned back to Ur and gave her another tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you, but I promise to call more. We can even try Skyping sometime.”

“I’d like that a lot.” Ur let him go and stepped back so Ultear could hug him next.

“You better unblock me from all your Facebook pictures,” Ultear grumbled. “I’ve missed years of your life.”

“Yes, yes. I already said I would.” Lyon pulled back as she ruffled his hair and scowled at her.

He turned to Silver, who chuckled.

“I’ll let you go without any more nagging. Just call when you stop for the night, otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Lyon smirked and nodded, and stepped forward to hug Silver one last time. “Can do.” He took a deep breath and looked over his family and the house one last time. “Guess I’ll see you all in March.”

“You will,” Ur assured, with a smile.

Lyon nodded and turned to Gray. “I’ll see you outside?”

Gray nodded back and Lyon took a deep breath then headed out the door to help Mered.

Juvia watched him go, and felt her own time growing short. It was weird to think of leaving his home; she’d only been here for two weeks but it felt like a life time. Long enough that it had started to feel like her own. She let her gaze drift over Lyon’s family and clung tighter to Gray. She didn’t want to have to say goodbye to them.

Sure, she knew she’d be back, but March was a long time away and there was a lot that could happen between now and then. She’d just found her place here and the thought of leaving it hurt.

Gray’s hands rubbed her lower back, and she could see the concern in his eyes.

“I don’t wanna go,” Juvia admitted in a voice just above a whisper.

Gray smiled down at her. “I don’t want you to go either, but you’ve got school and work, and so do I. It’ll go by quick though, you’ll see.”

“Pfft,” Silver scoffed. “School’s overrated and you could easily get a job here. Heck I’ll hire you right now, and you can have Gray’s room while he’s in Magnolia.”

“Silver! Don’t tease her about things like that,” Ur scolded.

“Who said I was teasing?”

“She can’t just drop out of school!”

“She can transfer.”

Ur arched an eyebrow at Silver and huffed. She planted her hands on her hips and threw him another exasperated look. “The next semester starts next week. That’s not enough time for her to transfer, at least let her get through the next one. Once summer is here you can concoct as many half baked plans as you’d like.”

Juvia bit her lip and tried to fight the smile threatening to form. It was nice to know that she’d be welcome here if she wanted it. A part of her was tempted to look into it. “It’s a sweet thought, but I'm happy at Margaret Collegiate. Besides, if I transferred it would still be to Magnolia, and I’d either have to commute every day or move in on campus, and without the scholarship it’s a bit out of my price range.”

Silver opened his mouth- no doubt to offer to help- but Gray cut him off.

“Well there’s a few people talking about sharing an apartment off campus, which would be cheaper….” He trailed off as Juvia stared up at him wide-eyed. “Not saying you have to! Just uhhh-“

“We can talk about it some time.”

“Yeah?”

Juvia nodded, not trusting her voice. She was pretty sure the only sound she’d make would be a high pitched squeal of delight, and that might have Gray reconsidering the offer. The fact that he’d already thought about all of this, despite them only having started dating three days ago wasn’t lost on her.

Gray smiled at her, but it faltered a bit as he sighed. His hand gripped the handle on her luggage. “We should probably wrap this up, you guys have a long drive to go.”

Juvia’s heart dropped a little and she nodded and turned to his family. She hugged them one by one and exchanged goodbye’s, and promised to call and Skype. With a final deep breath and one last look around the foyer Juvia left her new home behind, but knowing that she’d be back again in a few months.

Lyon couldn’t keep the smile from his lips as the scenery flew by outside the window, and he and Juvia hummed along to their playlist. Normally they'd be singing, but he figured she was lost in thought. He certainly couldn’t keep his own mind from wandering.

The last two weeks had been a whirlwind, and their drive up had felt like it happened years ago.

A highway sign caught his attention and announced that the were now leaving Magnolia. Lyon smirked. He remembered the anxiety he felt as they drove past the sign that first announce he was an hour away from home. He thought of all the planning that had gone into getting them that far. It was hard to believe that, at the time, his only hopes had been to get through the two weeks unscathed and maybe get through a date or two with Mered.

He wanted to laugh at how things had turned out. None of it had gone according to plan.

“It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!

It's Raining Men! Amen”

Juvia’s phone sounded and Lyon glanced at the dashboard. They’d been driving for a little over an hour.

Juvia frowned at him; confusion mapped across her face.

“I’m gonna go out, I'm gonna let myself get,

Absolutely soaking wet!”

“You gonna answer that?”

Juvia continued to eye him as she dug around in her purse to pull out her phone, her ringtone continuing to go off as she did.

“It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!

It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!”

Juvia pulled her phone free and turned to see who was calling. She let out an ear piercing shriek, and promptly dropped it.

“Oh my God!”

“Tall, blonde, dark and lean

Rough and tough and strong and mean”

Lyon cackled and watched out of the corner of his eye as she scrambled to retrieve it. Her face was a brilliant shade of red. Definitely worth it.

“God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too

She took on to heaven-“

Juvia finally managed to answer her phone and held it up to her ear. “Hello.” Her voice was shaky, and she was still wide-eyed.

There was a pause and then Juvia side eyed Lyon. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just, um, Lyon got into my phone again.”

Lyon wasn’t even trying to hide the shit eating grin on his face and he could hear Gray’s laughter on the other end. It had actually been Gray’s idea, and Lyon had jumped at the chance, even if it had meant taking a few pictures of Gray topless. Juvia’s reaction was beyond worth it. Plus, now she at least had something to ogle when Gray was too busy.

“Wait you were in on this, too!” Juvia’s voice was shrill and her whole face was red. There was a short pause, and she pouted. “I don’t know! Lyon can be pretty sneaky with a camera when he wants to.”

Her cheeks burned red and Lyon wondered exactly what Gray was telling her. He shook his head. Some things he was better off not knowing. He hit the off button for the car stereo so it would be easier for her to hear Gray, then focused back on the road.

He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, as he took in the snowy landscape one last time. It was exciting, knowing he’d be back in only a few short months. And this time there was no dread, no worries. For the first time in a long time home felt like home. No secrets attached.

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[ohparkers]

beautiful

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: you’re sick, but that doesn’t mean peter doesn’t want to see you. also: he’s a total dork who’s really in love and very much enjoys making you blush.

author’s note: i don’t know how i feel about this but it’s ok!!!!! also look at me actually posting!!!!! good job em!!!

“Peter, I’m sick.” You sigh into the phone, your free hand carding through your unkempt hair and wincing when your fingers encounter a rather large knot. “I’m not really up for anything, honestly. I’m sorry…”

The boy’s frantic voice cuts you off from finishing the sentence, “Hey, hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for. You know that, babe.” Pulling the sleeves of your loose sweatshirt down over your hands, you feel yourself smiling at his words, color spreading throughout your neck and ears. Peter always knew the right thing to say. You’ve always sworn it was a whole ‘nother superpower. “I just miss you! I… I would say that I’d come over but I know your ‘rents would probably chase me out of the apartment with a baseball bat, so I’m not even going to try. Y’know, I do think they’re warming up to me. The last time I came to pick you up for a date, I even got a smile! That’s a good start, isn’t it? Oh, by the way, baby-”

Peter’s ramblings are interrupted by a loud sneeze from your end of the call. Sniffling, you shift around in your position on the couch. Peter’s voice has fallen silent and you’re about to ask if he’s still there when he speaks again, “Wait, don’t your parents have to work tonight? It’s Friday…”

“Um, yeah, Pete they’re at work,” Wincing, your front teeth dig down into your bottom lip. You can hear the boy’s slow breathing in your ear, by the sound of it you could tell that he’s been pacing around.

“I’m coming over.” He says, more like a declaration than anything.

“Peter, I look so gross, please-”

“Nonsense. You’re the prettiest star in the sky. I’ll be there in five.” Your phone beeps three times as he hangs up, probably already suiting up just to swing a couple of apartment buildings downtown and see you. Damn that boy and his heart of gold.

Just over five minutes later, Peter’s clambering his way through your window, the same way he always does - successfully causing a noisy scene. But it doesn’t matter today, though, since your apartment is vacant with the exception of you, well, now the two of you. You readjust the scrunchie carelessly holding your hair up as you watch the clumsy boy set both of his feet on the ground and reach over to shut the window behind him. The textbooks stacked on the edge of your dresser land with a thump on the floor, which causes the laughter you’d been trying to hold back burst out of your chest, erupting in quiet, hoarse bunches; your throat scratches a little, but reveling in the feeling Peter’s sending pummeling through your head and heart is worth the temporary discomfort.

Tired, sleep-stained eyes meet wide, hopeful ones after he’s finally finished cleaning up the mess he made on his way in. Peter grins, almost cheekily, when he catches your eye. “Oh, hey,” He muses, still holding your gaze, as he makes his way over to the edge of your unmade bed.

“Hi,” Your voice comes out in almost a whisper, though unintentional, which earns a frown from the boy who’s now perched at the end of your bed. He presses the emblem on his chest and subsequently shrugs on a light gray sweatshirt - one of his that you’d “borrowed” and had been keeping to yourself. 

He was well aware of your constant stealing of his clothes, but he never minded - he always thought you looked better in them anyway. Peter tugs the fabric over his frame, pulling on a pair of plaid sweatpants as well, before shoving the suit back into his backpack. From your position behind the comforters, you watch as he unzips a side pocket of the bag - it was one you hadn’t seen before, so you presumed he’d lost the previous one again.

Quirking a brow, you want to ask what in the world Peter’s brought over, but it’s as if he reads your mind when he looks up at you at that very moment. An infectious smile paints his lips, thin lines tugging into a cheesy, toothy expression, eyes crinkling at the seams. “I knew you were feeling like crap, so I figured these would help you feel better, even if just a little bit.”

And there goes your heart again, fluttering up, up, and away, right out of your ribcage and out of your chest as a whole. God, you love him so much, and in moments like these when he made it apparent to you how much he returned the feeling, it honestly feels like a dream. You’re so lucky. So lucky.

The smile on Peter’s face quickly mirrors its way onto yours while you watch with tired eyes as he shakes the backpack, its contents spilling out onto your bed in a jumbled mess. Out of it fall several books and DVDs, one in particular catching your eye.

“Back to the Future?” Reaching across to grab the disk, the smile already on your face stretches wider, if that’s even possible. 

“Yep,” He quips, settling back further onto your bed, eventually leaning back against the headboard. You’re already pulling your laptop over to you from your nightstand before he even sinks fully down next to you. Opening the screen, you’re smiling so wide you almost forget the fact that you’re sick. Almost.

What starts as an ordinary itch in your throat quickly snowballs its way into becoming a full-blown coughing fit, and you feel the embarrassment seep in, your neck and face warming into a dark red color. The coughing is insistent, and it takes a good couple of minutes for it to calm down and allow you to speak.

“I-” You turn to look at Peter, but the spot he had been sitting in just moments before is now vacant, the bed dipping in the lack of his presence. Confused, you crane your head to look out of your bedroom door into the hallway, “Peter?”

There’s a clanging of what sounds like pots and pans coming from your kitchen, which makes you laugh. “I’m making you soup! Stay there, you don’t have to get up. I got this, Y/N.” Yeah, sure, he’s got this, the same kid who practically sends your whole room into a disarray whenever he comes in through your window, who also has the organization habits of a fifth grader. Yes, let’s trust him with boiling liquids. Great idea.

You debate getting up to help him, or at least make sure he’s not setting your whole kitchen on fire, but after attempting to stand up and groaning out of tiredness you reluctantly sit back down. Taking the opportunity to set up the movie, you insert it into the laptop and load it up.

A few minutes of silence pass before another loud noise echoes throughout the whole apartment. “Are you sure you don’t need help?” You call out, to which Peter audibly scoffs.

“Of course I’m sure. You underestimate me.” You just roll your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” Replying, you fiddle with the strings of your - Peter’s - hoodie. “You know I love you, you big dork.”

“Awesome! I love me too!”

“Peter!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking. You know how much I love you.” His tone is sincere now. You can practically feel your heart surge right out of your chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” He says casually as he reenters your room, setting the tray with the bowl of soup down on your bedside table before plopping back down next to you. Casually, as if he doesn’t know his words are making your insides turn to mush.

The all-too-familiar heat finds it’s way back onto your face. “I’m a total mess, Peter. Look at me, for heaven’s sake.” The sentence comes out as a whisper, the blush on your cheeks and the love you’re feeling in your stomach rendering you nearly speechless. Gesturing towards your tangled hair and wrinkled sweatshirt, you shoot him a confused look.

He just smiles, shaking his head slightly. “I am looking at you, silly. You look beautiful - always do.” 

…and you’re surprised you don’t spill the soup all over your lap.

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[jae-bummer]

Out of Bed

Request: Can I request number 19 with Hyungwon please~ :)

19) Surprise vacations with your bias

Member: Monsta X’s Hyungwon x Y/N x (Ft. Wonho)

Type: Fluff

You leaned moodily against the hardtop suitcase housing all of your boyfriend’s most important travel essentials. Halfheartedly attempting to help him close it, you watched as he yanked helplessly on the zipper, not getting any further than had for the past few minutes. 

You hated when Hyungwon would leave. You hated it even more when you had to witness the actual act of leaving. 

“If you pull any harder, you’re going to break it,” you sighed. “And then you’ll be boarding the plane with a trash bag for a carryon.”

“Ah, hold on,” he grumbled, standing up again and placing his hands on his lower back. He groaned as if he were much older than he actually was as he popped his spine. You winced as you watched the scene you had seen dozens of times before. 

“Sorry,” he chuckled, glancing at the horrified expression on your face. 

“And by sorry, you mean you really aren’t sorry at all,” you nodded with a smirk. 

“It’s so refreshing having someone who is not a member of Monsta X know me so well,” he grinned with a brief nod. He hopped forward a bit, making you think he was going to wrap you in a hug, but breezed past you instead. 

You lifted your brows, mildly annoyed by the action, but quickly came to terms with it. As was the joy of being in a relationship with Chae Hyungwon. 

After a few moments of silently staring at his luggage, he returned happily to your side, nodding to himself as you continued to focus on the task at hand. 

“Uh...Hyungw-”

“Shh,” he hummed. “Just a moment, we’ll get this done.” 

“But I don-” 

“I said shhh,” he repeated with a short chuckle. You heaved a sigh and crossed your arms, waiting just as he instructed. After a few moments, you heard a heavy shuffle sound down the hallway. 

“Alright, I lost my damn game, what was so important-” Wonho grumbled, turning the corner into the bedroom. “Oh! Y/N! I didn’t know you were here.” 

“Hoseok!” you smiled. “You must have been on the comp-”

“We need you to shut my suitcase,” Hyungwon interrupted. “You know, with those muscles you’re so proud of.” 

“Let’s not lie,” Wonho smirked. “I think everyone here would by lying if they said they weren’t proud of my muscles.” 

You rolled you eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. At least he was brimming with self confidence. 

“High maintenance,” Wonho clucked, leaning over the suitcase. “Has to go on vacation and needs help from the member he specifically told couldn’t tag along.” 

“Vacation?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion. Hyungwon had told you that he had landed a modeling gig in some country you had never actually heard of. 

Hyungwon looked up, wide eyed, as Wonho’s hands worked on the zipper of his bag. 

“Vacation from Monsta X,” he said quickly. “That’s why I didn’t want Wonho coming.” 

“No,” Wonho grumbled, sliding the zipper slowly along. He pressed on the top of the hard suitcase with his free hand and spoke through a tensed jaw. “You said I couldn’t come because I would be a third wheel.” 

You crossed your arms and stepped back, leveling an accusatory eye towards Hyungwon. “Is that right? Third wheel, huh?” 

“Yeah, and he said-” Wonho began, finally tugging the zipper to it’s end and securing the bag. 

“He said, ‘Thanks for being so helpful with my bag, Wonho, please leave my room,’“ Hyungwon hissed, now visibly annoyed. 

Wonho looked up from his work, completely oblivious to the exchange occurring around him.  

“Oh, you’re welcome,” he grinned with a small nod. “See you, Y/N! Make sure you say bye before you head off to the airport!” 

You watched as Wonho’s wide frame left the room, biting your tongue until his figure fully retreated back down the hall. 

“I don’t know who you think is dropping you off at the airport,” you said bluntly. “But I wouldn’t want to be a third wheel for whatever you have going on this weekend.” 

“If he had another brain, I swear it would be lonely,” Hyungwon groaned, plopping on the bed beside his baggage. He shook his head before placing it in his hands. 

“Oh yeah? Because he didn’t realize he had to lie for you?” you hissed. “What a terrible friend. How annoy-”

“He was talking about being a third wheel to us!” Hyungwon groaned. “Ugh, why can’t he work out his brain muscles instead of his biceps.” 

“I mean...technically the brain doesn’t have muscles...but I’ll argue with you on a different day about that,” you hummed. “More importantly, you should probably explain. The quicker the better.” 

“So I don’t have a modeling job in Kyrgyzstan,” he nodded sheepishly. “Which honestly, I’m unsure how I sold you on that in the first place.” 

“You sold me on that becaUSE I TRUST YOU,” you spat. “You know, when two people are in a relationship and they develop a level of trust with one another?! But please, continue!” 

“I do, however, have a two day vacation planned in Japan,” Hyungwon sighed. “I had some miles saved up from our tours and thought maybe you’d want to come.” 

“That’s incredibly sweet,” you nodded. “But when exactly, did you plan on telling me that we were going on a weekend trip?” 

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “Eventually?” 

“Eventually?” you gasped. “I was literally about to drive you to the airport.” 

“My flight isn’t for a few hours,” he whined. “I would’ve told you in enough time!” 

“You say that now! But if Wonho didn’t say something-” you gasped, cutting your own sentence off when another thought struck.. “Wait...do I need to go home and pack?” 

You tugged your phone from your back pocket and glanced at the time. “When is your flight actually leaving? Our flight? Oh my gosh, I have so much to do, I can’t believe you-” 

“Hey,” Hyungwon said softly, pulling you into his arms. “This is why I didn’t tell you, dork.” 

“You’re a punk,” you whined, smacking lightly at his chest. “I love you, but also feel incredibly annoyed and inconvenienced by you.” 

“Sounds about right,” he grinned. “I love it when you whisper sweet nothings in my ear.” 

You let your fingers slide along the thick curtains of your hotel room. Glancing down at the waking streets of Shinjuku, you leaned against the glass, and sighed happily. After your short exchange with Hyungwon and Wonho, you had rushed to your apartment to pack for the weekend, allowing Hyungwon to take you on the weekend trip of your dreams. 

You glanced back toward the bed, eying your boyfriend’s sleeping figure tangled in the white sheets. His hair stuck up in odd angles as he snoozed heavily. You chuckled to yourself, knowing you probably shouldn’t wake him, but opting to snuggle him into consciousness instead. 

You left the curtains open behind you, hoping that maybe the appearance of light would cause him to stir, but to no avail. You stepped lightly across the wood floor and plopped into the soft comfort of the plush mattress. Wiggling amongst the blankets, you brought your face as close to Hyungwon’s as you could, waiting patiently for him to begin to wake. 

It didn’t take long for your patient waiting to quickly became impatient. That man knew how to sleep through a tornado and your subtle blinking wasn’t going to wake him anytime soon. 

“Hyungwonnie,” you cooed, placing your pointer finger on his cheek, swollen with sleep. “Hyungwonnie.” 

“No,” he grumbled, not bothering to move. 

“You don’t even know what you’re arguing about,” you chuckled, wrapping your arm around him. You set your chin on his chest and continued to stare intently at his lips now that they were eye level. You leaned forward, placing a light kiss on the underside of his chin before retreating again.  

“If it involves me getting out of this bed, I know a lot about what I’m arguing about,” he croaked. His eyes remained shut as he spoke, but he wrapped his arm around your shoulders nonetheless. 

“You told me we were going to Harajuku today,” you hummed. “You shouldn’t break promises.”

“Promises are meant to be broken,” he whispered. “And beds are meant to be slept in.” 

“I’m unsure if that was your bad attempt at getting me to go back to sleep, or an even worse attempt at correlating two things you shouldn’t be correlating,” you muttered. “Either way, I expect you to start getting ready.” 

“Why does a vacation mean we have to do things?” he groaned. “I always have to do things. All the time. Why can’t it mean we get to sleep? For hours on end. And then eat a lot of carbs. And then sleep all over again.” 

“Because on this vacation you told me you were taking me to Harajuku,” you reaffirmed. “And although you pretend like I aggravate you, you care about me, and want me to be happy.” 

“Pfft, where’d you get that idea?” he chuckled, kissing your hairline lightly. “To be honest, I just assumed I make you happy, therefore, staying in bed will also make you happy.”

“Don’t try to talk your way out of this,” you laughed. “You very well know that you make me happy. Well...most of the time. But you would make me incredibly happy if you got up. Now come on. We have less than 48 hours in Japan and we have a lot to do.” 

“Unless you are on the to do list, I’m not moving,” he grinned. 

You leaned over, slowly pushing yourself up from the mattress. “Fine, stay in bed. I’ll be in Harajuku when you decide to be an active member of society.” 

“Ah, Y/N!” Hyungwon groaned. He launched forward, wrapping his long arms around your waist to pull you back into bed. “I was only partially kidding! Don’t leave!” 

“I’m making the best of this trip Chae Hyungwon!” you argued, smacking at his hands. 

“And so am I!” he gasped. 

“Our ideas of “the best” are intrinsically different!” you hummed, continuing on towards your hopeless escape. “Now I need to shower.” 

“That’s a wonderful idea!” he nodded. “I should shower as well. We should shower. Shower then go to Harajuku.”

“You’re right,” you smiled. “I should shower and then you should shower separately and then we’ll go to Harajuku. My boyfriend is so smart.” 

“But I don’t really see the point in showering twice? Seems like an awful waste of water,” Hyungwon cooed. “You know how they are about water preservation in Japan.” 

“No I do not, and neither do you,” you argued. “Now if you focused all the energy you are trying to use to get me naked on actually getting ready...” 

“Fine!” he groaned. “FIne, fine, fine! But I’ll have you know, I’m doing this because I want to! Not to appease you!” 

“It’s okay to lie to yourself, jagi,” you chuckled. “Whatever gets you out of bed.” 

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[milominderbindered]

thirty days of skam fic: day six

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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One time Even and Isak get high with their friends as they move into their new home, and one time Even and Isak get high just the two of them, watching the sunrise.

Isak had mostly been joking when he snatched the weed away from Even at the Christmas party.  He worried, sure, especially after what Sonja had said about smoking being bad for Even -- but at the same time, taking Sonja’s words for granted was something he knew he shouldn’t be doing anymore, and Isak had read a lot about bipolar disorder since Even’s episode; he knew there were some bipolar people who actually found weed really helpful medicinally.  And anyway, if it was bad, it wasn’t Isak’s place to control what Even did.  If Even wanted to get high once in awhile, Isak didn’t have any moral high ground to tell him he shouldn’t.

It did seem like Even was cutting back, which made Isak happy.  But he joined the guys to smoke in the bathtub at a couple of house parties they all went to together over the next few months, and on the day Isak and Even finally move into their own flat, with all the guys helping, nobody is anything but pleased when Jonas pulls out a joint halfway through the unpacking.

“Screw this fucking Ikea dresser, man.  Maybe if I get high I can become one with it and finally figure out where these stupid half-screws are supposed to go.”  Jonas flicks one of the loose screws across the floor, where it careers along the floorboards and bounces off Isak’s toe.  

“Yeah, and you guys have way too much shit to be doing this sober,” Mahdi adds, as he throws a couple of empty bags across the room.

“I had like, three boxes!” Isak protests, but he’s already settling himself down onto the bare mattress on the floor, immediately discarded the half-unpacked bag of clothes he’d been sorting through for the last half an hour.  “Even’s the hoarder, take it up with him.”

“Hey!” Even is supposedly unpacking the kitchen, but as he pokes his head through the doorway to look at them, he's still holding the same two plates he was the last time Isak looked ten minutes ago.  He's got a sneaking suspicion that this is gonna take forever.

None of the furniture is set up at all yet, so the guys sprawl on the floor and the mattress together, Even reaching up take the battery out of the smoke detector on the ceiling before he joins them -- since the flat is basically just one room, and they don't exactly wanna risk evacuating the building on their first night there.  As he does that, Jonas rolls up the joint, but then suddenly sticks his head up and looks around. "Fuck," he says. "Do you know which box you packed your lighter in?" Even bursts out laughing, but he really shouldn't, because it ends up taking them ten minutes of searching through all the badly-organised packing before Magnus finally remembers he has a lighter in his jacket pocket.   Then, finally, they actually manage to get the thing lit.  They pass the joint around the circle a few times, and soon enough, the stress of moving suddenly seems way more chill.  The guys start talking about how much they wish they weren't living with their parents anymore and all the dream houses they're totally gonna own someday, with swimming pools (Mahdi) and arcade rooms (Magnus) and bio-sustainable heating systems (Jonas), but Isak's finding it hard to pay attention to any of them.  He takes another hit off the joint and breathes out the smoke as slow as he can, completely relaxed.

"Is this better than your sparkling wine?" he teases Even, as Even flops over and puts his head in Isak’s lap.

“Ha! Better than your beer, at least. Beer isn't romantic at all.”

“Who said I was trying to be romantic? I just like beer!"  Isak pauses to pass the joint across to Mahdi, and then settles one of his hands into Even's hair, pushing his swooshy fringe around. "Anyway, we’ve moved in together now, isn't the romance supposed to be dead?”

“Fuck, they've been living together less than two hours and they're already talking like an old married couple,” Mahdi observes to the guys, as if Isak and Even aren't sat right there and can hear him.  

“Bro, have you missed the last five months or something?” Jonas snags the joint off Mahdi, laughing. “They've been acting married since the day they got together, nothing new here.”

Magnus looks very serious as he pipes up, “But it's cute, though.”

“Of course it’s cute!” Even butts in, his voice far too dramatic for the conversation, and for the fact that he's curled up on the floor having his hair stroked. “We’re very cute people.”

Isak just rolls his eyes.

“I haven't smoked enough to handle this conversation yet,” he announces, but a few moments later, he's laughing just as much as the rest of them. Isak really does love his friends.

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The match flickers in Even’s hands, flame going out for a second before catching again, and finally lighting the joint.

It’s a bit too windy on the roof of their building to really be smoking, but the view of the city all lit up in the darkness is worth having to cup their hands around the joint to keep it from going out.  It’s one of the things on Even’s list of romantic things they absolutely have to do this summer; getting high and watching the sunrise together.  Isak has mostly been going along with the list out of fond exasperation -- movie dates, picnic dates, aquarium dates, being badly serenaded, re-enacting at least five famous movie scenes -- but this, he thinks, is the sort of activity he can really get behind.

Even is sat behind him, Isak leaning against his chest, and as the first rays of dawn start to breach the horizon, Even holds the joint between Isak’s lips for him. In that moment, everything feels still.  The entire city, the entire world , Isak’s soul -- all so very at peace.

He takes a drag and holds it in for as long as he can, before finally turning his head s his exhalation of smoke brushes the side of Even’s face.

“We should shotgun,” Isak decides, twisting a bit further around in Even’s arms.  They've only done that a few times, since they don't smoke so regularly anymore, but it's been ridiculously hot every time.

“Mmm,” Even says, eyes glinting as he looks down at Isak with a smile.  “In a little bit. You know we’ll just end up making out, and then we’ll miss the sunrise.”

“I don't mind.” Isak takes the smouldering joint from between Even’s fingers and holds it up to his lips for him, reversing their roles from a moment ago.  “The real view’s right here anyway.”

Even stops right in the middle of taking a drag to burst out laughing, smoke spluttering out of his nose.

“Aww, baby. That was so smooth.”

Isak grins, oddly pleased.  He knows Even’s completely kidding, and that line wasn't smooth at all, but Isak would rather make Even laugh anyway.  Isak used to have a lot of game with girls, but it was only because he literally didn't care at all. He cares a lot about Even, so he'd rather be a dork with him.  

“Thanks,” he jokes back, as he turns around in Even’s arms again to look back at the start of the sunrise. “I’m working on flirting with you more. It's my summer project.”

“Well, there's a summer project I can definitely support.”

They're both grinning as they fall quiet again, nothing but the sounds of the city starting to wake up around them, and Even’s breath in his ear. Neither of them have really smoked enough to get high, but that's okay. Even stubs the joint out in the concrete next to them after a few moments of it burning down between his fingers, and then they just sit there, all wrapped up in each other. Isak’s eyes are a little heavy from staying up so late, and he does feel buzzed, but it's entirely possible that's just from Even more than the weed.  A lot of Isak’s life these days, he finds himself so unrealistically happy that he swears he can't be sober.

The sunrise bursts up over the horizon slowly, a tangle of oranges and pinks that weave through the dark sky and stretch over the buildings, bathing everything in soft, warm light. Part of Isak wants to turn around and watching Even glowing like this, but he doesn't. It's almost like a promise to himself; they will see many more sunrises together. Isak will get as many chances as he needs to see Even like this, for the rest of their lives, so he doesn't need to rush it.

Eventually, the birds start chirping around them, and the orange sky has woken up to a pale blue of the early morning. Isak is tired, reclining heavy against Even and almost wondering if they could just fall asleep up here, cus he doesn't want to move. But after a little while longer, they both do climb to their feet, arms wrapping around each other as they start to head downstairs.

“So, another thing off your bucket list,” Isak notes, voice quiet and warm with sleepiness, as they let themselves back into their flat. Even heads to the sink for a glass of water, but Isak walks right over to the bed, shedding his jeans and then climbing under the covers to watch Even across the room. “What's next?"

Even seems to consider it for a moment as he gets changed, crawling onto his side of the bed with a thoughtful expression.

“Hmm. Next, I think -- lighting a thousand candles around the bed and making love to you in the firelight.”

“Oh my god? Even, that is so cheesy.” But Isak is smiling as Even cuddles upk to him under the duvet, the early morning light falling through the gaps in their curtains, and making everything glow.

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[nothingbutimagines]

Unscripted (Harrison Osterfield)

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Actor!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/N and Harrison are the leads in a romantic comedy together and like their characters, they are also in love with one another.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This fic was requested by a lovely little anon who said, “Can I request a Harrison imagine where you're both the leading roles in a romantic comedy (movie) and secretly have feelings for each other off screen and the characters you play share a fluffy scene together and a kiss isn't in the script but happens anyway between Harrison and reader? How it ends is up to you, thanks!”

Masterlist Request a Prompt

“Hopefully he doesn’t come back. I’m afraid that I’ll never let him go.” You acted, your arms crossed over your chest as you watched Harrison walk away.

“But, isn’t that a good thing?” Lucy asked, acting as her character who was clueless to the tortured heart of yours.

“The dog days may be over, but I don’t trust love. Never have.” You said finally as you teared up right on cue and the director called cut.

You wiped your eyes and laughed lightly. “I didn’t expect that to be as easy as it was.”

“Well, you did practice it non-stop for a week.” Lucy stated, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I can’t believe you actually got yourself to cry. You weren’t able to do it yesterday.”

“The trick is to think about the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.” You joked. “I really channeled the end of the Notebook because it was all I could think of.”

“I have to go get changed for the next scene, have fun with Harrison.” Lucy smiled. “God knows you two need that kiss scene to relieve the tension.”

“Lucy!”

“I’m not going to apologize because that was all the truth.” Lucy mocked. “See you later, gator.”

You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you got your make-up touched up by the artist. You mentally cursed yourself for telling Lucy your secret, but you secretly hoped she was right, that Harrison may have feelings for you too.

This movie was your first romantic lead and for years you had wondered how people could act as if they were in love and never feel it for the other actor and now here you were, breaking that stereotype to pieces with your feelings for your co-star.

“Y/n, you ready?” Harrison asked you, his voice caused you to tear yourself away from your thoughts.

“Y-yeah. I am.” You stammered, getting into your position.

“And action!”

You turned and faced Harrison, a small frown on your lips as you gazed up at him. “So, what now? You just keep doing what you’re doing, hiding behind rumors and I have to stick around without question? You’re a mystery to everyone, including me, Nick.”

“Look, the number of rumors and lies about me has no bearing on my desire for human companionship and your love, Mary.”

“That was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.” You laughed. “Do you really expect me to fall for the mysterious boy who probably quoted his mother’s favorite romance novel?”

“Yes, yes, I do.”

“Well, I won’t.” You said, tilting up your chin as if you were balancing something on it. “Just because you’re the stereotype every girl falls in love with, I just won’t do it. I just won’t fall for you.”

“Oh, really?”

You looked at Harrison, a stern look on your face. “Yes, really.”

That was when he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close and tight against his chest quickly, and though it was scripted, caught you off guard.

“Well, we’ll see about that.” He smirked before quickly crashing his lips into yours and the scene ended.

“That was magnificent!” The director hollered with a few claps, causing you and Harrison to pull away from one another and look away awkwardly. “Now, go get ready, we have the next, much more sweet, scene coming up.”

Harrison cleared his throat as you both nodded and exited the set.

“You, uh, you did really great in that scene.” You complimented. “You really caught me off guard when you grabbed me.”

Harrison chuckled. “That’s probably why I noticed you fell into me so quickly and why Hugh thought we were magnificent.”

You shrugged. “Probably.”

“Hey, I was wondering if you would want to hang out with Tom, Lucas and I after shooting.” Harrison spoke up, speaking of your coworkers. “You can bring Lucy if you want, but the guys and I thought it’d be cool if we all got together.”

“Yeah, sure. I’d like that.”

“Cool, cool.” Harrison said a bit awkwardly as you stood in silence for a moment. “So, I’ll see you on set in a bit.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you.” You smiled shyly and hurried away, wondering how awkward that moment had to be.

You stood on the set, watching as Harrison walked in through the door, in the cute little outfit his character was supposed to be in, the idea that the mysterious bad boy would change for the girl.

“You look really cute in that sweater.” You said with a smile.

“You think so? Because I feel like a dork.” Harrison asked, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as you walked up to him, his face starting to turn red. “God dammit, you always make me blush so damn much.”

You giggled as he looked down and away. “Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”

His head shot up to look at you. “I am not like a flower.” He said sternly.

“Oh, no, you’re right.” You stated and put your hands on his chest as you played with his shirt. “You’re right. You’re more like a big scary bear who doesn’t realize he’s as pretty as the sunflowers he’s always eating.”

That was when Harrison leaned in towards you as you did the same, until your lips brushed against each other before he kissed you tenderly, snaking his arm around you and pulling you close to him as he did in the other scene.

You tangled your fingers in his hair before pulling away, resting your forehead on his as you spoke softly.

“I really like you.”

“I really like you, too.” Harrison replied, as himself right before the director called cut.

“Now that- that was better than what was scripted.” He said, causing you and Harrison to tear your gaze from one another and look at him. “I knew you two had chemistry the first day, but not like this.”

And he was right. Hell, I had never seen someone as right as he was that day. 

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