#tiny beach party 🥺

[kisakis-boyfriend]

hi, im hoping your requests are still open😖🤞 i was wondering if you do more fluff mikey headcanons with a GN! Reader.

They are, don't worry! I'd be happy to write more of these~

More fluff with Mikey!

Let's talk about dates and what kind of dates he would enjoy!

I definitely see Mikey as the type to like thrilling dates to like, a fair, carnival, or an amusement park

You take turns winning each other prizes or a bunch of tickets to get the biggest prize. Winning him a soft plushie that reminds you of him and from that day on the stuffed toy lives on his bed. He cuddles it close to his chest whenever he misses you 🥺

Mikey loves carnival food too. Especially the sweet foods like cotton candy, funnel cakes, candy apples, etc

I can also see him enjoying beach or pool dates. He will splash you though...and then you'll splash him back until you're having an all out water war

Mikey also refuses to wear sunscreen and he gets burnt pretty quickly. The day after you get back from the beach/pool dates he's whining about how his nose and shoulders hurt, the areas of skin red and hot to the touch. You end up applying aloe gel on his skin several times throughout the day 😓

He reeeeaalllyy enjoys cuddles, usually preferring to be the little spoon. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him for a second and inhaling his comforting scent, and Mikey swears it's what heaven must feel like

Mikey really appreciates when you carry him out of restaurants when he falls asleep after a meal. If he's still asleep by the time you reach your home, you usually lay him down onto the couch and cover him with a light blanket, letting him get a little beauty sleep

There's a shelf in his house/your shared house lined with little trinkets and gifts that you've given him over the years. Some things on the shelf include: Tiny dried flowers, a ring, a friendship bracelet, the bottle caps from your first shared soda, a couple rocks and crystals you picked up that you thought he might like, and a stick figure doodle of him that you drew one day

If you celebrate Christmas, Mikey will want to spend the holiday with you. Probably asking you to go for a ride with him even if it's freezing outside

A couple of frozen hands and a frozen nose is worth it though. You know how depressing this time of the year can be for Mikey, so you try to be there for him as much as you can

If you celebrate Halloween, he will 100% want to wear matching costumes. He'll probably drag you to a Halloween party with his friends and show you off, especially if you're wearing something he finds sexy

He's not opposed to wearing a sexy costume himself either, but it would be for your eyes only 👀

Honestly Mikey would love it if you dressed him up in general. Whether you put him in some of your clothes or go out and buy him something cute, he just wants for you to doll him up

This includes pairing some accessories with his outfit and maybe even doing his nails for him, if you're willing? 👀

I mean...it does give him an excuse to hold your hands as you paint his nails soooo. You should totally do that

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[avatar-anna]

I'm latina and i've never had a snowy christmas because it's summer where i live... so i imagine spending christmas in New York or London with Harry, playing and dancing in the snow all day like little kids and then having a cozy dinner by the fire. A DREAM 🥺😍

this reminds me that i have a younger harry christmas fic hanging around somewhere in my drafts lmao. enjoy!

another post from my wattpad🤪🤪🤪

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The first time Y/n and Harry traveled to London with the intention of staying there for more than a week or two was something of a hectic one.

Because it wasn't just a trip. It was Christmas.

Up until now, they'd always gone their separate ways for the holidays to spend time with their families, but this year was different. Y/n was headed for England to spend Christmas with Harry and his family.

And so excited to share his life in England with his girlfriend, Harry packed the first few days with activity after activity. He took her all around London to see everything there was to see even though she’d seen them already—he claimed that it was different now since she would be a temporary resident.

He took her shopping at all his favorite stores, which was mostly just him shopping and her watching, but she’d become very good at it since they started dating; she even enjoyed how he would come out of a dressing room to show her a pair of pants or a shirt with beautiful embroidery on it and ask her what she thought. They went to a Christmas market, had a pretty intense gingerbread house contest that ended with frosting everywhere but where it should've been, they even decorated a tree together. A small one since they were going to be in Holmes Chapel for a majority of the trip, but it was still a special moment together.

His biggest plan for her though was a weekend trip to his hometown. To meet his family. 

Now, she’d met his immediate family before—Gemma and Anne, his father, Des, his step siblings and a couple of his cousins—but the way Harry described the weekend, he made it sound like nearly everyone in Holmes Chapel was coming to his childhood home to meet her. Y/n’s eyes widened when Harry told her about the “little party” his mom had planned for them, feeling like every time he mentioned it, another ten people were coming. 

It wasn’t that she wasn’t accustomed to big family parties, that was pretty much all she knew when it came to her family getting together. But that was her family. She knew her family and their quirks, knew what kind of food would be served at dinner and the kind of music that would play when the dancing began. She didn’t really know anything about Harry’s family outside the people she’d met, or his whole town, for that matter.

There was also a small, irrational fear the size of a pea in the back of Y/n’s mind, one that realized that she was a far cry from some of the women he’d dated in the past and perhaps brought home. It was never really something she thought about before, and if she wasn’t about to meet every single person who had been a part of Harry’s childhood, she wouldn’t. But she felt insecure for some reason, like she was suddenly aware of how short she was, the size of her waist, the way one of her front teeth was slightly on top of the other one, and—and had her boobs always been that small? She didn’t want to, but late at night, the night before she and Harry were going to drive to Holmes Chapel, every teeny tiny insecurity she’d ever had came bubbling to the surface. Even worse, she felt painfully aware of her tan skin, which had darkened a little from spending so much time at the beach before coming to London, of her name, which was unusual even in her own family. She thought back to how she stopped introducing herself by her full name in high school. It’s what everyone at home called her anyway, but the first couple of times she tried it her first week, some people gave her funny looks, and teachers kept mispronouncing it, so she just made it easier on herself and everyone else. 

It was silly, how she was feeling, but she couldn’t close her eyes and fall asleep and forget about the tension in the pit of her stomach. Harry was not at all the kind of person she was worried about, and neither were his parents or sister, or any of the other family members of his that she’d met. But it was like the later it got and she still hadn’t fallen asleep, the more her thoughts continued to spiral, as they often did if something was bothering her. She thought about the stories she’d heard growing up about her mom meeting her dad’s family for the first time, the questions they would ask her, the assumptions they had made because she was different. 

Harry could tell something was up with Y/n the last day or so, but he didn’t ask her what was wrong, trusting that she would come to him when she was ready. And while Y/n desperately wanted to confide in him, she felt like she couldn’t, not this time. She didn’t know how to tell her boyfriend that she was worried his family wouldn’t like her because she feared they might be ignorant. Who wouldn’t be offended by something like that?

Y/n squirmed in bed next to Harry, hoping that if she was tucked against his chest she might finally fall asleep. When ten minutes had passed and she still didn’t feel the least bit tired, she wiggled around and faced away from him again, then five minutes later she moved onto her back to stare at the ceiling. When she made to move again, Harry sighed and slung an arm over her waist.

“Okay,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”

He spoke against her neck, his lips moving against her skin. Y/n held onto the hand that was still draped across her middle, her thumb brushing across the back of it. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just jetlag.”

“See I would believe you,” Harry said, sounding more awake now. He moved so that he was leaning over her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But seeing as you didn’t sleep all day today, and the fact that watching me shop tires you out more than going for a run does—which still baffles me by the way—you should be exhausted, but you are not.”

Y/n pursed her lips. It’s not that she didn’t want to tell him, it’s that she felt like she couldn’t; she was too afraid that her feelings would hurt his own. “It’s nothing, honestly. Go back to sleep.” She kissed him and brushed a hand through his hair and turned onto her side, shutting her eyes tight.

It was silent for a moment, and she thought that Harry had let it go, opting to ask her about it in the morning. It was a rookie mistake on her part, she should’ve known that Harry would never let her go to sleep now that he knew something was definitely up.

She heard him get off the bed and walk around to her side and sat down on the floor. Y/n didn’t open her eyes, but she knew he was there, sitting and waiting for her to acknowledge him. When she finally did open her eyes, he gave her a close-lipped smile that was almost expectant. She closed her eyes again, pretending she hadn’t seen him, even though they both knew she had. Opening them again, she bit back a yelp when she saw that Harry was practically nose to nose with her, still grinning, still waiting for her to talk to him.

She stuck her hand out and put it over his face to push him away, and she felt his grin widen against her palm. She took Harry’s face between her two hands and pushed his cheeks together. He let her gaze at him with his lips puckered out the way they were, his eyes tired but staying open for her sake. “Sorry for being weird,” she whispered, her thumb brushing an eyelash off his cheek.

He gave her another sleepy smile. “It’s okay.”

She let out a small laugh. “I feel like you’re supposed to say, ‘No, babe, you’re not weird. I love you so much.’”

“Oh, sorry. No, babe, you’re not weird. I love you so much.”

“Shut up.” Y/n let go of Harry’s face and flipped over so she wasn’t facing him anymore. 

Harry laughed quietly and crawled back into bed so that he was cuddling Y/n into his chest. He kissed her neck and her jaw and her shoulder, his hands rubbing into her sides soothingly. “You know,” he said, kissing her temple once, twice, three times. “If you’re nervous about meeting everyone tomorrow, you can just say that.”

She wiggled around so that she was facing him. It felt weird to have him on this side of her, but she didn’t say anything about it. “Maybe a little.”

“Just a little?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Should I remind you that I met your entire family after only a couple weeks of dating?”

She smiled at the memory of that very first weekend they spent together. Looking back now, she realized that in any other circumstance, inviting Harry over to her childhood home after only knowing each other for a few weeks seemed crazy. But at the time, she hadn’t thought twice about it. Something about inviting Harry felt right.

“Yeah, and you charmed the pants off of everyone. Myself included.”

Harry’s responding grin was both smug and a little sheepish. “I did, but I also got so shitfaced that I crawled around on the floor and you had to carry me up the stairs so I could sleep in your bedroom. Without you, I might add.”

“Yeah, that would’ve happened even if you weren’t drunk off your ass. I’m a lady, Harry.”

“Mm, I don’t know. I can be quite persuasive.” Harry took her hands in his and kissed her fingertips, then her palms. “Is that really it? You’re just nervous about tomorrow? I know it feels like the whole town is throwing a parade for us or something, but it’s really not like that. And everyone’s going to love you.”

A warmth starting at Y/n’s head spread all the way down to her toes at the sincerity in his voice, which then made her feel guilty for not being completely honest with him. Taking a deep breath, she leaned over and kissed him, moving her lips against his slowly, the same familiar butterflies erupting in her stomach the way they always did when she kissed him.

“It—It’s not that I’m nervous about meeting everyone. I mean, I am, but that’s—it’s not what you think. I mean, I know I’m not exactly the kind of person you might’ve dated or brought home before.” Harry opened his mouth to contradict her, but she kept going. “And I don’t normally care about that stuff, you know that, but I don’t know, it’s like every time I look in a mirror, I notice things. And then there’s this whole other thing, and I didn’t even want to mention it because it’s ridiculous and I never want to hurt your feelings, or offend you or your family, but I couldn’t help—I… I feel like a crazy person, Harry, and I know I sound like one, but—”

“Okay, okay, take a deep breath,” Harry finally said. He knew that Y/n might be a little nervous about meeting everyone back home, for the first time, but he didn’t know that it bothered her this much. Still, he did his best to keep his expression neutral. “No secrets, okay? Not between us.”

It was an obvious thing to say, but it was almost like saying “I love you.” It was a reminder that there wasn’t a single thing they needed to keep from each other, that no burden would be shouldered alone as long as they were together. 

“No secrets,” she repeated. She kissed him one more time, almost like she needed it for good luck. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where all of this is coming from. I’m proud of who I am and what I look like, I don’t know why now all of a sudden…” She paused and looked down at where her hands were still holding Harry’s.

“Holmes Chapel is filled with some of the nicest people in the world. The only reason someone might look at you funny is because they’d be surprised someone as beautiful, and smart, and wonderful as you ended up with me.”

Y/n met his eyes, surprised that he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. That was usually her thing. “You’re not mad, are you?”

He wanted to tease her for thinking he would be mad at her about something like that, but seeing the troubled look on her face, he didn’t, opting to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “No, my love, I’m not.”

“Really? Because if you were, I would totally understand. And it has nothing to do with you, or—or your mom and Gemma or your dad. You know how my thoughts like to spiral out of control. And I was just thinking about this one instance with my mom and my great aunt Deborah, and—” Y/n paused, her eyebrows raised, a little confused. “This is usually where you kiss me to shut me up.”

“I thought about it, but I’m actually interested to hear about Great Aunt Deborah,” Harry admitted, smiling when he saw her grin. He understood why she was nervous now, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner. 

“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know. She’s a thing of nightmares. There’s a reason no one talks about her,” Y/n said jokingly, but on the inside, she felt relieved that Harry seemed to get where she was coming from. And of course, he would, because he was Harry, and he loved her, and he always understood.

She wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her chest, whispering a small thank you to him. His skin was warm against her cheek, his heart beating steadily beneath. He felt like home when she held him like that. Harry hugged her back, threading his hands through her hair. Leaning down, he whispered, “If someone so much as causes your brow to furrow, they’re dead.”

Y/n laughed, leaning her head back slightly to look at him. “My hero.”

Harry kissed the tip of her nose. “Always.” She rolled her eyes at him, but she let him kiss her anyway. “I love you. Now go to sleep. We’re supposed to get up early tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she nodded, but before she shut her eyes for the night, she asked him one last question. “So no Great Aunt Deborahs?”

“Not a one.” Harry kissed her cheek. “I love you for who you are, and I will defend you against anyone who doesn’t for the rest of my life. Count on that, okay?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well how the hell am I supposed to go to sleep now when you say stuff like that to me?”

Harry’s responding grin was sincere and a little smug. “I’m just telling you the truth.”

Scoffing playfully, she pushed Harry against the mattress and slid on top of him so that she was straddling his waist. Leaning over him, she kissed his neck, his chest, a straight line all the way down to the waistline of his sweatpants. Harry’s breaths picked up as she continued to kiss him, but before she could get too far, he pulled her back up. She kissed his lips, her hands reaching into his hair as she tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth. He groaned against her, his hands finding their way to the backs of her thighs as she nipped at his jaw and moved her own hands down to his waist again.

“Hey, lovie,” Harry whispered into her neck. “Are you sure? We have to be up early tomorrow, and I know how much you hate not getting enough sleep.”

She paused, already halfway down his chest again. “I’m sure, but if you’d rather sleep, then…” She patted his cheek and began to move off of him, but before she had the chance, Harry’s hands were on her waist to keep her where she was. 

“I never said that,” Harry said, already tugging her shirt over her head. He reached over to the nightstand by the bed to grab a condom. When he righted himself, he pointed a finger at her. “No complaints when I wake you up, though. Promise?”

“Promise. So…?”

Harry huffed, pretending to be exasperated. In all honesty, he just saw the love of his life, looking down at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. He hooked a finger around the necklace she was wearing and pulled her forward so he could kiss her.

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“Hey.”

There was no movement from the heap of blankets in the middle of the bed. Sighing, Harry nudged her shoulder, hoping it would be enough. It was not.

“Y/n, my love. It’s time to wake up.”

“No, bubba,” she whined, her voice muffled by the pillow her face was pressed up against. 

He tried to hide his grin and nudged her shoulder again. “Yes. Come on, you can sleep on the way there.”

To his surprise, she did move, but it was only an arm and it was just to press her pointer finger on his nose, then his forehead. He let her poke his face a couple times before reaching for her hand and pulling it away from where it was pressing against his cheekbone. “What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for the snooze button,” Y/n mumbled. “I need at least five more minutes.”

Harry did laugh this time. “I gave you an hour. We were supposed to leave an hour ago”

She peeked an eye open. “Did you really?”

He nodded. “Yes, now let’s go. You promised, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was past me. She’s an idiot. Present me is tired and sore, which is your fault, by the way.” 

Harry pretended to be offended. “Yikes, you’re extra grouchy this morning.” 

He laid back down on the bed, and Y/n noticed that he was already dressed for the drive to Holmes Chapel—a pair of light wash jeans, one of her favorite sweatshirts of his with a coat over it, and a tiny clip, her clip, holding up his hair up in a small tuft on the top of his head. Stretching her arms out, she finally sat up. “I’m sorry, even if it is a little true.”

Y/n took the clip out of his hair and ran a hand through it. For a moment, he leaned into her touch, forever a sucker for when she did that. It was only a moment, though, and then he was sitting up again and pulling her with him. She groaned, but she let him do it anyway, finally okay with the idea of sleeping in the car. He kissed her cheek and told her he made breakfast, then left her to get ready.

It was December, which meant it was freezing outside, even more so for Y/n, who couldn’t stand being cold. She changed into a pair of leggings and a thick sweater she’d bought on one of Harry’s shopping sprees this week, figuring that something from London would be better at fending off the weather than anything she brought from home. Before she put on her shoes, she sat down on the bed, now made up, and looked up the weather in Holmes Chapel. 

“You’re kidding,” she groaned, falling back against the bed. A fresh layer of snow had fallen last night, and there was more to come later.

She eyed her little section of Harry’s closet- he promised her that when he had a chance, they would do some renovations to his house so it would be more like their house, but she told him there was no rush—even though she had a feeling he was desperate to get his closet space back and wouldn’t admit it—and saw a pair of jeans hanging up. Y/n stared at them for a while, debating, and when Harry called up to her and asked if she was almost ready, she grabbed them off the hanger and slid them on over her leggings. Getting into her coat and slipping her phone into her pocket, she jogged down the stairs and followed the smell of food all the way to the kitchen. Harry was waiting for her with a plate of eggs, toast, sliced fruit, and a glass of orange juice at his kitchen table. She had yet to try the English specialty of beans on toast, but that wasn’t for lack of trying on Harry’s part. Y/n just couldn’t make herself try it yet, the idea completely bizarre and not very appetizing to her.

She tried to eat her breakfast as quickly as she could so that they could get on the road. Now that she was more awake, she felt bad that she slept in way past when they were supposed to leave. As she ate, Y/n scrolled through her phone, answering texts from family members and smiling a little at the pictures of her family around a Christmas tree. She was happy to be here with Harry, but she missed her family too, especially during the holidays.

Setting her phone down, Y/n looked up, ready to tell Harry she was ready to go. She figured he had been on his own phone while she ate, doing more of the same of what she’d been doing, but he was just sitting quietly with his chin resting in his hand, staring at her. She refrained from rolling her eyes, having grown used to Harry’s tendency to stare while she did virtually nothing. Most times she was convinced that Harry didn’t even realize he was doing it.

“My cousin has a girlfriend,” she said, not addressing the fact that she’d caught him staring at her.

Harry blinked, coming out of his daze. “Really? Who's he dating?”

“I’m not entirely sure, he’s being very close lipped about it. I’m gonna try to call him later and see if he’s willing to say more if it’s just me asking instead of the entire family.”

“Is that how it was with me?”

Y/n grinned as she recalled what it had been like when her siblings found out she was seeing Harry. “Wouldn't you like to know.”

“I would actually,” Harry said, standing up from the table.

Tugging on his hand, she brought him to her lap and kissed his cheek. “If you must know, yes, it was like I was being interrogated over text. Someone had seen an article that had pictures of us holding hands, and they happily shared it with the rest of my family, and then suddenly I was getting calls from family members I rarely speak to on the phone.”

Harry hummed at what Y/n had said and how her hands reached under his clothes to rub circles against his stomach. He remembered how nervous he’d been to go out with her in public places. Not because he was embarrassed to be seen with her, but because he knew that no matter how hard he would try to be discreet, someone would manage to get a picture of them.

Y/n, of course, didn’t mind as much as Harry did, taking the challenges of dating someone with a large following in stride. She held his hand and rubbed it soothingly with her thumb if she felt him start to get tense, and distracted him when he started to notice people pointing phones or cameras in their direction. If he was honest with himself, it was one of things that endeared him to her more than he already was. Y/n was handling a part of his life that sometimes was more than someone could bear, and never did she once hold it against him.

He kissed her then. It was at an odd angle because he was sitting in her lap but it still gave him the same headrush he always got when their lips met. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, a faint smile on his face. “I called my mum after we first met, you know.”

Luz raised an eyebrow at him. “You did?”

Harry nodded, kissing the top of her cheekbone. “Mmhm. I just knew you were someone special . And later that week I got a call from Gem asking about you and saying our hometown was buzzing with the news that I had met someone.”

“I feel like you’re trying to calm my nerves, but you’ve done the opposite,” Y/n tried to joke. After last night, she was feeling a little better about the prospect of meeting all of Harry’s closest friends and family, but now her worries and doubts were starting to creep back in.

He cupped her cheek in his hand. “What I’m trying to say is that everyone already loves you. You make me happy, that’s all they’ll care about.”

Y/n couldn’t help the smile that erupted on her face. She let Harry stand up and pull her to her feet. They quickly cleaned up the kitchen together, realizing that they were super late now. By the time all the dishes were put away, overnight bags were stowed in the car, and they were settled in the driver and passenger seats, Y/n found that she wasn’t tired or nervous anymore. She was just excited to meet the people who helped make her boyfriend the wonderful person that he was.

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Harry was wandering his mother’s house in search of his girlfriend.

For the first two hours, Y/n had remained so close to his side, he thought she’d glued herself to him. It was an interesting sight to see. In the time that Harry had known her, Y/n had been nothing but outgoing and talkative, making friends with bartenders, Uber drivers, his fans, people she passed by on the street. She always found common ground with people.

But tonight she almost hid behind Harry, letting him do the talking while she quietly listened with her hand tightly gripping his as she was introduced to person after person.

It was when she disappeared into the bathroom that Harry lost track of her. He was waiting patiently outside the door as she had requested when his mother came up to him and dragged him to one of her friends that she claimed he hadn’t seen in ages and just had to say hello. He got caught up in answering all sorts of questions from was he working on new music to when he planned on marrying Y/n. He blushed at that one, and used it as an excuse to leave to go find her.

Except he couldn’t find her. Harry checked and double checked every room in the house, and unless his girlfriend was hiding in a cupboard, he was pretty sure she wasn’t in the house. He moved to searching the backyard, thinking maybe someone had pulled her outside. 

Y/n was nowhere to be found in the little backyard, but when he spotted his sister, he walked over, hoping she might know where his elusive girlfriend was.

“Hey, little brother,” Gemma said, waving Harry over to where she was talking to a few of her friends from school.

He waved and gave everyone a small smile. “Hi. Have you seen—”

“Y/n? Yeah, she’s right—Oh, that’s weird, I swear she was talking to Patrick a minute ago about his hip replacement surgery, and then before that to Lisa about where she grew up, I think, and then—”

“She shouldn’t be overwhelmed like that, Gem, she’s supposed to be having fun,” Harry sighed. He was glad she’d come out of her shell with the members of his family, but he feel didn’t want his girlfriend too feel like she was under a microscope, either.

“Oh, relax, Harry. Did you honestly expect to have a girlfriend that’s from America and there not be questions? And it’s not like people are bombarding her. She offered to teach me a little Spanish while you and Mum were out at the store earlier.”

Harry sighed again. He supposed his sister had a point, he just didn’t want people to overwhelm her or only talk to her about where she came from. There was so much more to Y/n than that.

“Relax, Harry. Everyone loves her,” Gemma said, reading the look on his face despite the dim lighting outside. “So have a drink, and try not to think so little of the people you’ve known your whole life, yeah?”

“That’s not—Yeah, alright, fine. Sorry, for being so tense, I just want things to go perfectly. For her.”

“And they have. So take a breath and let yourself enjoy tonight.”

Harry leaned down and kissed the top of Gemma’s head. “Thanks, Gem.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go on and find your bird. And fill my glass while you’re inside, will you?”

He rolled his eyes, but took the wineglass out from her hand anyway. He left his sister and her friends behind and went back into the house. He’d checked every room already, but Y/n must’ve sneaked past him at some point. He walked slowly to the kitchen where the open bottles of wine were, craning his neck around in the hopes of catching sight of a familiar head of hair in a thick knit sweater.

It was when he passed by the slightly cracked open door of the bathroom that he heard her voice.

“—brother pushed me off a swing and I needed four stitches right here. And here, I was playing outside and busted my knee open. Six more stitches. And then when I was playing football, I slid and had a huge scratch on my bum for weeks. Can you believe that?”

Y/n’s words were followed by a fit of giggles at the mention of her scratching her “bum.” It was weird to hear her say that, but when he heard a young boy’s voice, he understood.

“No you didn’t!”

“It really happened, I promise,” she insisted. Harry had quietly pushed the door farther open while she and the boy, his little cousin Joshua, Harry realized, were talking, so he could see that she was tending to a cut on his knee. “And you know what? You can’t even see the scar anymore. So I think you’re gonna be just fine.”

Joshua’s jeans were rolled up past his knee on one side, a large band-aid covering what must have been a scrape. There was peroxide and little scrunched up cotton pads on the bathroom counter; clearly Y/n had taken Joshua to get cleaned up from some kind of fall.

“And if it still hurts, I think if you pout enough your cousin Harry might carry you around the rest of the night. How does that sound?”

She turned her head and winked at Harry. He didn’t know when she’d noticed him, from what he could tell she hadn’t looked at him until now. She’d put her hair up into a ponytail so it was out of her face while she worked, the sleeves of her sweater rolled up past her elbows.

“Hm, I’m okay,” Joshua said, directing both Y/n and Harry’s attention back to him. His eyes were a little red and his lashes stuck together like he’d just been crying. Harry understood then that he must’ve taken a pretty bad fall.

“Well, if you change your mind…” she said, her voice trailing off. She lifted Joshua off the counter where he’d been sitting and set him down on the floor. Before he left, Y/n pulled his pant leg back down and gave him a fist bump. Joshua ran off down the hallway, saying hello to Harry as he went.

Harry leaned against the bathroom door, watching as Y/n began to clean up the counter. Of course she would be helping one of his cousins with a cut up knee. She might have been nervous about meeting everyone tonight, but Y/n loved helping people and talking about her family. He should’ve known that talking about her job was one of the only things that would calm her nerves.

“I heard you’ve become quite the social butterfly,” he said while she washed her hands.

Y/n took a moment to answer while she dried her hands on a fluffy grey towel. When she turned around her cheeks were a little pink. “Yeah, sorry, is that weird? I was so nervous before, but it all just kind of melted away.”

Harry smiled at her. “No, babe, you’re not weird. I love you so much.”

“Shut up,” she laughed, punching him lightly on the shoulder. Reaching for his hand, Y/n played with the ring on his middle finger. “I don’t know, it felt easier to talk to people by just talking about my family instead of myself. After you abandoned me that is.”

“Sorry about that. My mum said there was a friend of hers I had to say hello too. I’ve been looking for you ever since.”

She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck. “Why do you always do that?”

He looked at her curiously. Y/n sounded annoyed, but amused at the same time. And yet her arms were around his neck and her hands were playing with his hair. He loved Y/n and he loved being in love, but sometimes his girlfriend was hard to read. “What?”

“I try to playfully make fun of you, and you turn it into a loving moment. It throws me off sometimes. I can’t decide whether to hit you or kiss you.”

“Well…I can tell you which one I would prefer,” Harry said. He didn’t know what the problem was; all he ever wanted was to make her smile.

Y/n hummed and went up on her tiptoes so she could kiss him. Not caring at all that they were surrounded by his family or that the door to the bathroom was wide open, Harry kissed her back, setting the wine glass down on the counter behind her so he could hold her with both of his hands.

He couldn’t get enough of her. It was like every time he kissed her was like the last and he had to savor every touch of their lips and brush of his tongue against hers. She whined against his mouth as his hands creeped under her sweater, his hands cold from being outside. They continued roaming anyway as they kissed, eventually finding purchase on the backs of her legs so he could prop her up on the bathroom counter.

“Harry, what are you doing?”

She felt like a teenager as he settled between her legs and held his face in her hands. The fact that anyone could see them like this at any moment was painfully obvious to Y/n, but she made no move to slip off the counter.

“You took care of Josh, but what about me?” he said. “What if I had an injury that needed your special attention?”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes because she knew there was nothing wrong with him, she asked, “Sorry. Is there anything wrong with you?”

“Yeah, I have some pain right here,” he said pointing to a spot on the base of his throat. The same spot that also made Harry’s breath hitch when Y/n kissed it.

Understanding what he meant, she leaned forward and placed her lips against his skin. “That should do it. Anywhere else?”

They spent the next few minutes like that, Harry pointing to areas around his face and neck that needed tending to while Y/n kissed the “pain” away. At one point, Harry glanced down where his belt was looped around his jeans, an inquisitive look on his face. “Absolutely not,” she said immediately, blushing furiously. With one last kiss to the corner of his mouth before she hopped off the counter, she whispered, “At least not right now.”

Harry knew he hadn’t seen his family in ages, and he wanted to catch up with everyone at his mum’s house, but he suddenly wished they were back at his flat in London where no one would bother them.

“We should get back out there,” Y/n said quietly. She knew they should, but she liked when it was just her and Harry, too.

“I know,” he sighed, moving a strand of hair away from her face. “One last kiss?”

She obliged, fixing his hair clip when they finally pulled apart, having taken it out of his hair when he’d lifted her up on the bathroom counter. With one last kiss to her cheek, Harry took her by the hand and led her back to the party.

As they shuffled out of the bathroom, a woman crossed their path. She raised her eyebrows at the pair, but didn’t say a word as she moved down the hallway. Y/n pressed her face into Harry’s side. She didn’t know who that woman was, but she didn’t care. They couldn’t have looked more guilty as they walked out of the bathroom, who knew what that woman thought or what she would say to the other people in the house.

“Remember the embarrassment you felt after waking up and facing my parents after you made an absolute fool out of yourself that one time you accidentally texted my dad a message meant for me? That’s how I feel right now.” 

Harry blanched as they walked towards the kitchen. He still had to refill his sister’s wine glass. “Wait, I thought you said he never read it?”

“I didn’t want you to feel bad around my parents,” Y/n said, blushing at the memory. She swung their joined hands back and forth. “And you quickly won them over with your charm and goofiness, anyway. I didn't see the point in telling you.

“Goofiness?” he asked, his mind snagging on the word.

“Yes,” Y/n agreed. “One of the things I love about you is how well you balance the two.”

“Me too. Though my life is much more entertaining when he acts more goofy than charming,” Gemma said. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a couple people that looked her age.

There was a low buzz of assent coming from the table, and Y/n didn’t even have to look at Harry to know he was blushing. She thought if he could hide behind her and avoid the light teasing from his older sister, he would. Y/n thought it was cute how bashful Harry had become; he’d hardly blinked when they got caught coming out of the bathroom together, but here he was, his neck and face flushed as he shuffled behind her the tiniest bit. Y/n was used to every kind of sibling teasing in the book, so she felt right at home with Gemma, but it was clear Harry wasn’t as comfortable about it. At least when it was happening in front of his girlfriend.

She squeezed his hand comfortingly and took the glass out of Harry’s other one. “I think you’re very charming. And sexy. You can blush about that instead, okay?” She kissed his cheek and let go of his hand, finding that he was grinning like an idiot at her. “What were you having, Gemma? Red or white?”

“Uh, red. Thanks, Y/n,” Gemma said, raising her eyebrows at her brother.

When Y/n was far enough away, one of the guys at the table leaned forward as Harry sat down. “She’s great, H.”

Harry tried to hide his smile with his hand. “Yeah. She’s—She’s, uh, she’s everything.” He hadn’t meant to say that, it was a rather embarrassing thing to say in front of his sister and her friends, but that didn’t make it any less true.

“Can you believe it? My baby brother, settled down and in love,” Gemma sighed. Harry was about to tell his sister to shut up when Y/n came back with two glasses of wine.

She handed one to Gemma and one to Harry before perching herself on his lap. “I am kind of great,” she mused, patting her boyfriend on the knee. “And smart. I’m really smart.”

“She is,” Harry nodded, kissing her shoulder.

“That’s brilliant!” One of the girls sitting down at the table said suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her curiously, not sure where the outburst came from. She blushed and hid behind her drink for a moment before collecting herself. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just that Gem and I go to a bar in London and they have these trivia nights on Thursdays, and I just thought-”

“Oh, Emma, you’re a bloody genius, of course!” Gemma said, her eyes lighting up. “Y/n, we’ve been looking for a third member to join our trivia team for weeks, and you would be perfect.”

“I like trivia,” Y/n said, her thumb rubbing back and forth over Harry’s hand affectionately. She had been nervous about her semi-move to England. Excited, but nervous. It would involve a lot of downtime in a place she wasn’t familiar with and where the only person she knew was Harry, but making some friends of her own while her boyfriend had to work was the exact thing she needed. And she knew Gemma already. Y/n didn’t know her friends very well, but she could start with trivia nights on Thursdays and go from there.

“You sure, lovie?” Harry asked. He didn’t want his sister or her friends to overwhelm her. 

“She’ll be fine, H. We’ll take good care of her,” the girl, Emma, insisted. 

Y/n would’ve been worried about hanging out with them if she didn’t know Harry, and Gemma, for that matter. If she wanted to have a life here, she needed people. She loved spending all her time with Harry, but she knew that they wouldn’t be spending every waking moment together. In fact, she was perfectly aware of the fact that he was putting things off to help her get settled in his London flat. Having friends of her own would ease her mind and his, make him not worry about her constantly when he wasn’t around.

The rest of the night, Harry sat back and watched as Y/n made new friends with his old ones. He remained relatively quiet, content to relax in his childhood home with his girlfriend in his lap and playing with her hair. The sound of her voice as she talked to his sister and all their friends felt like home too, her laugh alone making him smile against her shoulder. He loved how outgoing she was, how much everyone seemed to be as drawn to her as he was. If he didn’t have to be, Harry preferred being on the quiet side and listening more than doing all the talking himself. He liked to leave the extroverted side of him for his performances, crawling back into his shell once he was off the stage.

Y/n was the exact opposite. Anywhere they went, she made friends or started conversations with strangers, commenting on tattoos she liked or asking someone where they got their shoes. But whenever she went to one of Harry’s concerts, she became totally shy, blushing furiously or hiding behind whoever she was with if he winked at her or tried to talk to her from the stage.

Harry knew she had been nervous about coming here and meeting his family, but there was no trace of nerves now. She leaned comfortably against his chest and fiddled with the rings on his fingers the way she usually did when they held hands, talking animatedly about her job, her family, and anything else that Gemma and her friends threw her way.

However, the longer Y/n spoke and laughed and got to know his friends and family, the more Harry wanted her to himself. He loved how much the most important people in his life were all getting along, but by the time the night was winding down and it was time to head up to his childhood bedroom, he was itching to kiss her, to touch her, to be truly alone with her after sharing her with his family for the last few hours.

“You’re so needy tonight,” she joked. She’d been drying off her face when he came up behind her and began nuzzling her neck. Needy or not, she raised her hand and threaded it through his hair, feeling him smile against her neck.

“Wanted to make sure you were extra comfortable tonight,” he mumbled, twisting her around and propping her up on the bathroom counter. He did that a lot—sitting Y/n up on countertops and all sorts of surfaces so that they were more level with each other. 

Of the two of them, Y/n tended to be more quiet about her feelings for Harry. He liked to kiss her cheek while they were out, and play with the ends of her hair, and pull her into his lap in front of groups of people, while she was content to hold his hand and save her affection for when they were alone, the only time she did more was when she saw someone flirting with Harry in front of her or if she was completely comfortable in her surrounding. But now that they were alone, she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Harry grinned against her and kissed her back, cupping either side of her face and rubbing gentle circles into her skin with his thumbs. “I had a really nice time tonight. Your family’s wonderful.”

“I tried to tell you,” Harry murmured, kissing along her neck and jaw. “Maybe you should listen to me more.”

“Ha!” Y/n didn’t mean to sound so incredulous, but she prided herself on being right, and while she could admit to perhaps overthinking how tonight would go, she would continue to go with their usual dynamic—Harry listening to her.

Pulling back, Harry rolled his eyes and helped Y/n down from the counter. Holding hands, he led her to his room. It was almost exactly the same as when he’d left so many years ago. Posters were peeling off the walls, old trophies and ribbons had a thin layer of dust on them. The only thing that was different was his bed, which his mum had gotten new bedclothes for a couple of years ago.

“Ooh, am I the first girl you’ve ever brought up here?” she teased as she looked around the room. 

“Um, I’m not going to answer that,” Harry replied, blushing a little. She wasn’t, but she was the one that mattered the most to him.

Y/n grinned as she unbuttoned her jeans so she could change into her pajamas. “Relax, I’m just kidding. Your mum told me all about your girlfriends at school.”

“Of course she did. I’m surprised Gemma didn’t—Wait, what on earth are you wearing?”

All night, Harry had watched his girlfriend walk around in a pair of jeans, but he never would’ve thought she’d be wearing two pairs of pants, which was what he realized now as she shimmied out of her jeans but was still completely clothed.

“I didn’t want to be cold,” she shrugged, trying to move on before Harry had the chance to tease her.

“No no. We’re not moving on from this. You seriously wore two pairs of trousers tonight?”

Y/n huffed and rested her hands on her fully clothed hips. “Come on, are you really that surprised?”

Harry chuckled and shook his head, both in disbelief and to agree with her. He did know how much she hated being cold, but he never thought she would layer her clothes like this. It wasn’t even that cold tonight.

“I’m worried about how you’re going to handle the actual cold days,” he said, slipping out of his own jeans and getting into bed. He didn’t sleep here very often anymore, and the fact that he was going to do so with the woman he was quite sure was the love of his life was a little odd.

Y/n didn’t seem to have the same thoughts as she quickly slipped off her leggings and got into her pajamas. Harry opened up the covers for her once he saw that she was ready, and she practically flopped onto the bed, latching onto him like a magnet.

He was always cozy and warm, but it felt different during the holidays for some reason. There was a giddiness that came with spending a holiday together as a young couple. They built snowmen and ice skated and drank hot chocolate, but now it was time to sleep under the warm glow of twinkly lights Harry’s mom hung up in his room, and it was absolutely perfect.

“I’m going to shrivel up into a husk of the person I once was, but I will have done it for love,” she told him, giving his chest a quick little peck.

Laughing, Harry pulled her impossibly closer and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I will do everything in my power to keep you warm.”

“I’m sure you will,” Y/n replied, understanding what he meant. “But not tonight.”

“Why?” Harry whined, jutting out his bottom lip a little. He knew what she was going to say before she said it, but that didn’t make him any less disappointed about it.

“Your mom is down the hall, and you’re not exactly quiet,” she said, grinning a little at his blush and the way he mumbled, you’re not either. “So we’re in agreement. Also, there’s a picture of One Direction over there, and I don’t know how I feel about a young you or any of your band mates staring at me like that.”

Before he fell asleep, Harry stared at the ceiling, thinking about how much had happened since he’d properly moved out of his mum’s house so long ago. Never in a million years did he ever think he’d be in the same bed he slept in at sixteen with the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, Y/n’s foot lightly kicking him in the shin as she slept, Harry couldn’t imagine that there was anyone on this planet who was as lucky as he was.

She had a point there. While he was away, his mum liked to put up pictures of him to make it feel like he was there. Sighing, Harry settled for cuddling his girlfriend and kissing her until their eyes closed, Y/n’s head resting comfortably on his chest.

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[takecareluv]

Birthdays! So much fun and so much love! I think a cute birthday blurb would consist of reader planning a cute getaway to somewhere quiet where they can spend time together, away from the craziness that LA can bring. Maybe reader baking him some homemade goodies too? And gifts! Thoughtful gifts! (I wouldn’t know what to gift him tho I feel like he has everything lol!!)

a.n. this is adorable 🥺🥺 thank you for sending it in! reading your request over again, i realize i didn’t include the getaway part so i’m sorry about that. i hope you like it otherwise! mwah !! <3

vin's special day || vinnie hacker x reader

vinnie was not one to go crazy with the theatrics on his birthday. he didn't need a huge party full of people who probably didn't even know what they were celebrating. and he definitely didn't need any gifts. he had everything he could've possibly wanted and more. he had you.

if you didn't plan anything for his special day, you knew he would end up staying on stream for most of it, not leaving the confines of his bedroom.

you weren't going to let that happen. one thing about you is you loved celebrating other people's birthdays, you didn't care much about your own, but you wanted to make sure the people you cared for had an amazing day.

since you knew vinnie wanted to keep it simple, you decided to take him to one of your favorite hidden spots in malibu. it was a little cove right on the coast that not many people knew about. it was both your and vinnie's safe haven. so what better place to celebrate your precious boy than there.

you took the short drive to the secret spot while listening to some of vinnie’s favorite music, you made a special playlist just for the day. 

once you arrived at the empty little beach, you set up a blanket for the two of you to lay on and brought out all the extra goodies you were hiding in the trunk. 

“i know we’re going to dinner later with your family so i only brought a couple things.” you explained as you reached in your tote bag to pull out the homemade treats and other snacks. 

“what's a couple to you?” vinnie laughed as you pulled out bag after bag of different chips and candies, and lastly your homemade chocolate chip cookies and fudge brownies that vinnie loved more than life itself.

“are those your secret recipe cookies?” vinnie was now grinning from ear to ear, it really was his special day. 

“yes, sir they are!” 

vinnie quickly snatched them out of your hand at your response and shoved one into his mouth. if it was any other day you would have scolded him, but how could you on his birthday. your favorite boy was now twenty!

“i also have a few other things for you.” you mentioned while revealing the gift bags you’d been hiding behind your back. 

“baby, i told you you don't have to get me anything. you've already done so much for me, my love.”

“i know but it’s your birthday. you always spoil me on mine, so i want to return the favor.” you slid the gifts closer to him.

he began opening the first bag that had a set of different color bandannas, all with his initials embroidered on them. “these are sick. thank you, baby.”

“you're welcome,” you blushed. “now open the next one.”

the next bag contained a set of manga that vinnie had desperately wanted for a while now but was yet to get his hands on. “no way! how did you find these?” he asked impressed, considering he had been scouring the internet for this particular manga for months. 

the last present came in a tiny box wrapped in paper with cats all over it. vinnie smiled at that. 

he opened the velvet box to see two cartier love rings, one a little bigger than the other. 

“one’s for you and the other is for me, so we can be matching. I also engraved my initials into yours and yours into mine so we’ll always have a piece of each other where ever we go.” you shyly rambled. this gift you were nervous about giving to him, you hoped it was something he would like and want to wear. 

you were anxious at his lack of response. “do you like it?” you asked timidly. 

“of course, baby. i love it and i love you. this is the nicest thing anyone has ever gotten me. thank you for treating me so good today, and everyday.” he cooed.

“anything for you, my sweet boy. happy birthday, vin.”

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[those-other-ones]

Hover car smit? 🥺

Please accept this very mediocre plot-less story. Wrote this straight through, did not re-read it. Hope it's acceptable.

Happy Smutember.

Everything below the cut is 18+ explicit, nsfw, mature, whatever you wanna call it.

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The sand was getting in his flip-flops.

With every step across the beach, the hot grit was getting under his heels and between his toes, with the occasional twig or broken shell digging into his sensitive skin and causing him to curse.

"Whoa, that's a harsh one from you Dr. D.," Shego said.

Drakken could hear the smirk in her voice as she followed after him. True, the words he was mumbling were more intense than his usual 'doodles' but given the circumstances he felt they were warranted.

"Why did we even come to this party," he grumbled as he stalked toward where they'd parked the hovercar.

"Because you wanted to humiliate Dementor."

Drakken stopped and whirled around, his hands on his hips. It would have been a menacing pose if not for the Snowman Hank swim trunks he was wearing and the slight paunch of his belly hanging over the waistband as he leaned forward.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you. And you still made us come!"

"You made me sit through that five hour lecture at MIST."

"You were supposed to be there to watch me heckle James Possible!"

"And then he didn't show."

"Hmph," Drakken grumped, turning around to continue the trek to the parking lot. "You'd think he'd have more respect for someone who saved the world."

"You need to relax Dr. D. So going to Dementor's retirement party was a bad idea…"

They reached the hovercar and Drakken grumbled as he kicked his flip-flops off onto the floorboards. The tips of his ears were flushed purple with his annoyance and his eyes were dark with rage. Shego suppressed a giggle.

She climbed in the passenger seat next to him as he started the ignition, but…nothing happened.

"Oh, great! The engine is overheated!" Drakken groused, throwing his hands up.

Shego bit her lip as she got a devious idea.

"Well, since we're not going anywhere, how about I help you relax?" she said, sidling closer.

"What…? Shego, no! Not here!"

Drakken's eyes had widened and his hands were batting at hers as she pulled at the waistband of his swim trunks. When he grabbed her wrist to stop her she lifted her hand and ignited it in threat. He continued grumbling and crossed his arms, looking around nervously as she slid down to sit on the floor of the passenger seat and rested her arm across his lap so she could get her face closer.

"Someone's going to see this," Drakken said nervously.

"Just put on your sunglasses and relax. Anyone who comes by will think you're taking a nap."

"In ninety-six degree heat!? Onh…"

His thoughts were arrested as Shego's lips made contact. This heat was entirely different on his soft skin, and after a few moments of anxiously glancing around he reached down to pull his trunks lower. He did put his sunglasses on, and then set to watch her furtively, setting one hand gently at the back of her head and weaving his fingers into her hair. It was damp, yet hot from the sun, and he fidgeted nervously with the strands as she began to sweep his mind away with her touch.

Her lips were like velvet on his skin as she placed tiny, suckling kisses along the blue length right down to his lavender tip. He could feel the rush of blood in moments, and it nearly doubled when she glanced up to give him a wicked look before she plopped his tip into her mouth.

"Mmmh…" she hummed deliriously, the same way she did when sucking on a strawberry. She knew exactly what it did to him, and his fingers tightened in her hair and on the side of the hovercar as she began sliding her mouth slowly down and up again, her teeth lightly grazing his sensitive flesh and her tongue pressing against him with precise pressure.

He kept glancing down at the rhythm of her face, mesmerized by the hot, soft sensations as his member vanished inside of her mouth, but his gaze was still drawn out to the beach beyond the parking lot. Casual beach goers were out of earshot by the water's edge, and further down he could just see the stage where Dementor was hosting his retirement party.

Drakken shook that thought away. He was not going to have Dementor anywhere near his mind while…this was going on. But it would still be good to keep one eye on the parking lot.

Suddenly Shego's lips left him.

"You gonna help me relax too or is this all about you?"

"Ngh… What do you want?"

Shego smirked. "You."

Drakken flushed. He needed to get a little harder first. But, a way to discreetly please her quickly occurred to him.

With a slight shudder he let the vine out of his back, and the strange mutation that seemed to act on his subconscious began wrapping itself around her waist. Shego's smirk faded slightly, but then she reached down and stroked the petals of the pink flower that was snaking up to her chest. It sent a shiver across Drakken's nervous system as she continued doing that, looking at him with eyes that simply screamed sex.

"You like that? Maybe you should let him out to play more often."

"Just…don't waste time. Someone could come by."

Shego chuckled and returned her lips to his twitching member. The flower had wandered up to Shego's neck and somehow, undid the tie of her bikini top. The green and black fabric fell away and Drakken watched curiously as the vine wound its way around the soft globe of one of her breasts, the pink petals seeming to rub at her nipple. His hand found the soft flesh of the other and he began kneading.

The moan that Shego responded with was slightly choked by his growing arousal inside her mouth. Their surroundings forgotten, he watched as her legs gradually began to tremble in pleasured response to his touch, and he wanted to give her more.

"Come here," he demanded. Her lips left him with a pop, and he watched her grin as the hard length bobbed back and forth until falling heavily to his stomach, glistening from her attentions.

"I should tie my suit back up," Shego said shakily, reaching for the strings, "in case anyone walks by they'll think I'm just sitting on your lap."

"No one would think that," Drakken said with a slight growl as he pulled her toward him impatiently.

Nevertheless she tied her top back up before moving to sit in his lap, facing the beach. She shifted back and rubbed her rear against his rod with a delighted chuckle, and Drakken growled again as she leaned back fully into his chest, preventing further action.

"We don't have all day!" he protested.

She chuckled again as she shifted up just enough to reach beneath her thighs and grab hold of him, guiding him up past her swimsuit briefs and into the petals of warmth that awaited him.

"Hnngh!" he groaned, his entire body tensing as he filled her. Shego for her part was gasping for breath, leaning against him again as she had taken every inch all at once. The vine, not to be left out, was coiled around Shego's waist and the flower was snaking between her legs. After a moment she responded instinctively, spreading them apart and giving the flower access. It began massaging her peak, and she bit her lip as a hiss escaped her lips.

"Like I said," Drakken breathed, "no one is going to think you're sitting in my lap."

Giving up on any sense of decorum, he wrapped his arms around her and covered her breasts with his hands, beginning to squeeze as she rolled and rocked her hips almost erratically in attempt to bring him in deeper.

Then she braced her hands against his knees to lift herself up just enough, and they both moaned in unison when she dropped herself back down heavily upon his sword.

"This…is a much better party," Shego gasped.

Drakken laughed huskily as his fingers rubbed back and forth over her clothed nipples, pinching lightly as she started them into an erotic rhythm.

A dirty word slipped from Drakken's lips, and Shego leaned her head back next to his and reaching up to grip his shoulders. Sweat was dripping down her temple, and when her lips found his she tasted of ocean salt.

"Someone…" he murmured into her lips between kisses, "is going to see us."

"You still care?" Shego asked.

Drakken's answer was only to grip her breasts possessively, causing her to moan and arch her back against his chest as she rode him heavily.

"I hope Dementor walks by."

"Really?" Shego gasped out.

"He never accomplished anything close to this in his career."

Shego laughed breathlessly, and Drakken kissed her again.

"Turn around," he said.

"That will just be more obvious," Shego said with a grin, already moving to comply.

Drakken shifted on the hovercar's seat to give her legs more space as she knelt over him. His swim trunks at his ankles now, and he nimbly untied her bikini top once more, a thrill running through him as it fell and her soft, green breasts were presented to him.

The vine was still snaking around Shego's waist, but Drakken gave it a light flick with his finger as his arms circled around her.

"That's enough from you," he scolded it, and it slowly slithered away back inside his body, a strange electricity racing over his nerve endings as it vanished.

This time it was he to grip the base of his arousal, pushing it past Shego's bikini bottoms as she pressed forward. It felt like he belonged there, buried deeply within her, and he leaned down to nip softly at her breasts in turn as she began pressing her hips against him, rubbing the peak of her arousal back and forth against his pubic bone.

He licked and suckled one nipple, his eyes on her face as she arched her back again and bit her lip to withhold the screams he knew she wanted to release.

"Drakken…" she managed as she ground her hips against his. It felt so good being engulfed by her, a belonging he couldn't find any other way.

He knew she was close as she suddenly fell forward into him, her hips rocking feverishly and her breasts pressing into his chest. He hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek as she rode herself closer and closer. And that knowledge of her pleasure with him was driving him quickly to his own end.

He hadn't realized he had closed his eyes, but then he opened them with some sudden instinct and saw at the edge of the parking lot none other than Dementor, frozen in place and jaw hanging open, ice chest on the ground where he must have dropped it.

"Drakken…Drakken…" Shego was gasping louder.

"Oh yes…say my name," he said, grinning evilly. He shifted on the hovercar's seat and grabbed her hips, drilling upward in time with her rhythm.

"Drakken!" she screamed, her fingernails digging into his back as she came undone atop him, squirming in her release while he didn't relent, determined to make her pleasure last.

He was thankful for the curtain of her hair that gave them some modesty, but it certainly couldn't disguise what was happening to any other eyes that may be watching. At the edge of the parking lot Drakken could see Dementor still utterly dumbstruck, his expression shocked and clearly the face of someone who hadn't gotten what Drakken was getting in a long time.

Drakken chuckled evilly and lifted one hand to flip Dementor the bird before he moved again, quickly but carefully lying Shego down on the hovercar's bench seat. His one-time rival in evil had had more than enough of a show, and definitely more than he deserved.

Shego was still reeling and breathless from her high, but Drakken wasn't done. She lifted legs and hooked her heels behind Drakken's back as he pumped into her deeply, his rhythm steady and strong.

The vine, seemingly acting on his subconscious once again, slipped out to press a button on the hovercar's control panel, activating the dome cover to finally hide them away from prying eyes. And then it moved to encircle Shego's wrists and bring them up above her head. She blinked up at him in surprise, but not with any protest, and he braced himself against the seat so he could reach up to entwine his fingers with hers.

As she regained her wits, her expression became devious again as they locked eyes, communication unspoken as she seemingly dared him onward. Her breasts were bouncing deliciously below him, the sight of them, the sight of Shego making his blood race. His thrusts increased in speed, and when he felt his release near the vine let go instinctively. Shego's hands moved to his rear and gripped the strong muscles tightly, pulling him deeper as he felt the white hot pleasure explode at his every nerve ending. He was aware of the heat, of the twitching, and of his weight falling to cover hers… Of a pleasure that seemed to melt his very being centering at their union.

His breaths came slow and heavy, and gradually he became aware of Shego's fingers in his hair while her other hand massaged the back of his thigh. Buried within her always seemed the most right place to be, and he was in no hurry to leave her.

"Thank you, Dumpling…" he finally said with a sigh. "You were right…I needed to relax."

He finally began to shift up, but Shego set a hand on his cheek and guided his lips to hers. When he pulled away from the silken touch her eyes held mischief.

"Oh, but I'm not done relaxing."

A grin spread across Drakken's face.

"…Since the hovercar isn't working, maybe we should…borrow Dementor's vehicle."

Shego laughed. "You're very evil for a world hero."

#kim possible #drakgo #drakken #shego #drakken x shego #drakkenxshego #drakken/shego #d/s #smut #dr. drakken x shego #rated m #m rated #shegoxdrakken #shego x drakken #dragko #drew lipsky #smutember

[gardenerian]

*pulls out entire extra wallet full of tiny portraits*

tell me more about the tiny portraits please mel. does ian have a favorite. does mickey have a favorite. what are they. when did this start. does mickey know this wallet exists. please i must know more about the tiny portraits 🥺

oh my GODDDDD cat let’s go 😭 i feel like ian tried to keep the photos in his regular wallet for a while? like he had a rotation going. but he kept acquiring more photos (read: he bought himself a tiny printer) and soon he couldn’t choose anymore. so he bought another wallet 😇 it’s a funny little velcro one, and it has a little photo book in the back. like the kids ones? but he even has pictures in the card slots 😭

i feel like mickey must know, right? but i’m DYING at the idea of him asking ian to borrow his credit card and ian just being like “yeah sure whatever…… 😳 WAIT NOT THAT ONE” akjsjsks and mickey’s like “what happened to the nice wallet i bought y- what is all this, gallagher 🤨😏” i bet he’d be oddly touched.

pictures ian collects over the years (he probably ends up with like. six wallets alsjsks):

wedding photo (or three)

anniversary party

CHRISTMAS CARD PHOTO

mickey in the garden, posing with tomato

mickey and mandy

mickey holding the keys to their first house

mickey and liam at liam’s graduation (ian’s favorite, other than 🍅)

mickey in glasses

mickey at the beach

mickey in a halloween costume, matching with franny (they were pirates, ian was their parrot)

mickey drawing, with his tongue poking out in concentration

mickey kissing ian’s cheek (mickey’s fav)

mickey icing sandy’s birthday cake

mickey napping in a hammock

mickey smiling (a billion of these as they grow older 🥹 a lil flipbook of smile lines 🥹)

#HELP ME #cat what have you brought out in me #i love you for indulging me 😭 #mel answers

[barkilphedros-hat]

But Stede could’ve gone down to the beach, and he didn’t. He knew Edward was waiting for him. He got guilty and scared. Having a crush on Blackbeard is one thing-  being in a relationship with the most notorious pirate in the world? I’m giving up everything you know to move to the other side of the world, to live as an alien?

I actually understand Blackbeard‘s response better than Stede’s. Stede should have gone down to the beach and explained that he felt guilty for abandoning his family and needed to check on them, but he (cowardly) just left and didn’t explain. So I support Ed going full pirate. I mean I hope they can find a way back to each other obviously but Ed’s reaction makes sense to me 😊

Oh no don’t get me wrong I am ~here~ for Ed’s Heartbroken Villain arc! I want some operatic levels of dramatic bullshit from him and his messy eyeliner 👏👏

But in the time Ed’s known Stede, the guy’s been attacked by the Spanish Navy, Izzy, and then the British Navy. Stede might as well have a neon sign above his head saying: “KICK MY ASS”

Stede’s decision to leave was undoubtedly a Stupid Fucking Move (my friend YELLED at him for that when we watched it) but I think it’s important to remember that, in the space of roughly 10 minutes of being woken up, Stede got ~kidnapped~ at gun point, psychologically bullied by Badminton, and then re-traumatised all over again with the accidental gunshot. Running away from Ed and going home, without communicating why, was a terrible choice on his part, but I highly doubt his mental state was in the right place for that sort of life-changing choice.

HHe 100% needed time away from Ed to work his feelings out, without getting swept up in Ed’s enthusiasm for a new life. I fully believe Ed has recognised he’s in love with Stede, but hasn’t realised that Stede can’t even recognise his feelings yet. It just came at Stede too fast. Way too much way too soon. Ed thinks they’re in the grand finale of their love story whereas Stede’s still in the opening pages😭

HOWEVER (and I’m AWARE this is just me reading way too much into things), I’m curious about the third party in Ed’s escape plan. All we get is a quick glimpse of Some Guy while Ed’s talking about how he’s meant to wake Stede and take him to the beach. Who is that guy? Why did Ed trust him with something so important as getting Stede to freedom? The tiny glimpse we do get seems to be a guy in naval uniform, so is it too much of a stretch to think maybe he told Badminton where Stede was? I dunno, I just think that’s a thread that might be fun to explore in future 😅 Perhaps the guy will recognise Ed as ‘the guy who escaped from the barracks’ and apologise for not getting Stede out because the Admiral got there first? (If *THAT’S* the way Ed learns of Stede’s “death” and subsequently gets worse because he thinks Stede died that night and he never even went back to check David Jenkins will have to personally foot my therapy bill-)

(Side note: I will say, however, that I ADORED the fact we got proper closure with Mary and the children. 😍😍 It would have been so easy for the writers to reduce her to yet another bully in Stede’s life to make his choice to run away seem more justified but they didn’t. She also deserved a proper closure and I hope she and Doug have happy, artsy sex forever. Doug seemed like a sweetheart 🥺)

#we talk it through as a crew here folks 😭 #meta #ofmd spoilers #ofmd #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd meta #Taika Waititi #Rhys Darby #David Jenkins #hbo max #blackbonnet #blackStede #gentlebeard #Blackbeard #stede bonnet

[dayseternal-blog]

WaterRolls told us her love story... Shamylicious told us her love story... Will you official share yours with us? 🥺

mmmmmmmmmmk.

It’s crazy long, and I’m not going to tell every interesting point, but at least some of what happened through college.

The backstory of my fic “relax and live” provides a tiny bit of context to this.

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Our second-to-last year of high school, sometime near the end, one of my good friends told us that some of the ****** High School guys were coming over to townside after school.

I could meet the guy she was crushing on.  “What’s he like?” I asked.

Most memorable about what she said was, “His hair goes fwooshhhh when he runs.”  (She had seen him playing soccer.)  And “he always carries candy with him.”  She showed me with her hands what his hair is like, and I didn’t understand her at all.  Mostly, I still had no idea what he was like personality-wise based on her description.

We waited at the autoline after school.  Most everyone had gone home by then.

When he came around the corner of a building...

I wonder if it was love at first sight?  Or something similar.  At the very least, superficial attraction.  I thought he looked like Daesung from BIGBANG, my favorite singer at the time (voice like an angel, omg).  And this boy’s voice was similar, low and soft.

We all walked to a Japanese specialty supermarket some blocks away, to like, buy seasonal Pocky and stuff.  I wanted to know what she was talking about, but when we asked him to run, his hair didn’t do anything unique.  Apparently, he had cut his hair since then.  Also, he carried a small Keroppi drawstring pouch full of Japanese candy.  He said he takes it everywhere with him.

I didn’t learn much about him.  Didn’t understand why my friend liked him other than that it’s pretty cute that he carried around candy in a Keroppi bag.

Cut to Summer Break, we were all invited to my friend’s beach house birthday party.  He was invited with the other ****** High School guys that I had known for about a year.  The whole night, he was suuuper quiet.  Super quiet.  Seemed to zone out a lot and was generally kind of boring.  My friend and him hardly talked, actually he hardly talked to anyone, he came off as a little emo.  And that was that.

Until our last Spring of high school, almost a year later.

The ****** High School boys needed dates to prom, so same as the year before, we ****** School girls paired up with them based on height.  I was paired with Mr. Quiet.  My good friend who used to crush on him ended up not going because a different boy in this same group had recently confessed to her, and she turned him down, and he would’ve felt too awkward with her being there... (If I mapped every single Love Triangle that happened among these two groups of 5 girls and 4 boys in our last 2 years of high school, this story would be crazy long but probably very entertaining😅).

Mr. Quiet and I somehow hit it off that night.  He recounted to me later that he had never danced so much in his life, and was generally wow-ed by the experience.  Later on, our two groups met up for our last high school fair, movies, zoo, other fun things.  I learned more about him, that we both shared a love of sweets, languages, and held positive respect and friendship with our siblings (a Big Up).  We chatted a lot on Facebook messenger.

A week before I had to leave for college on the Mainland, he asked me to go to the beach with him.  He asked me to be his girlfriend :)

On the same day he asked me out, about an hour or so later, I found out he was atheist based on what a favorite teacher of his told the class about her negative experience at church.  I was like... “okay...”

A couple of dates later in that last week to the movies, and I left for college.

During college, I met a girl from Kenya who prioritized her relationship with God, and when we talk about ✨MIRACLES✨, her and her family’s lives were full of them (I’ve never met a girl like her before, and I don’t think I ever will, in terms of someone being a totally beloved child of God).  The relationships she pursued in college inspired me to talk to my boyfriend about spirituality, whereas before I was going to ignore his atheism.

In various Skype calls, it was implied that if he didn’t believe in a higher power, we’d eventually, probably have to break up...  but even after so many talks/discussions/arguments about it, he didn’t want to break up with me for some reason????  (how many atheist guys would stick around for a girl like me...when I think back on this, I’m still shocked he didn’t break up with me.)

He agreed to go to my friends’ Bible Study with me that summer when I came home.  I also took him to a church in his community, one of those young people churches, and he actually had school friends there, too.  In the end, it came down to what he thinks Love is, and where he thinks Love comes from.  And that summer,,, he decided to become Christian.  Later, he told me that he had intended on proving me wrong by looking for falsehoods and stuff, but Idk what happened there.

So that was amazing.  I could only hope, pray that he would consider believing in God.  He tells me he came to the decision on his own, and not simply to save our relationship.  His personality changed for the better, some of his weaker points, like patience and empathy (like while driving...), improved a lot...he noticed it in himself, too.  He continued to attend church even after I went back for school.  He told me on reflection that the timing of his new beliefs helped him through forgiveness and grief... At that time, he began the process of healing his broken relationship with his alcoholic father, who passed a few years later due to his ailing health.

Hm, I was finally in love.  I was always quite cautious about being open with my feelings, but especially with the distance, I didn’t know if what we had would last.  I used to be quick to have crushes, but on the flip-side, I don’t like feeling vulnerable, so I was saying, “I love you,” in response to his words earlier than I truly meant it.  With the drastic changes he made in action, I realized I had found someone extremely special.  I didn’t meet anyone in college who could possibly be better (in kindness and looks, seriously).

A bunch of other things happened, good and bad, and here I am over 10 years later, hopelessly in love!!!!!!!!!  I could go on and on about how wonderful my husband is.

#anon #*anon* #i think #personal #uhh i'm going to open my asks again even though I'm not finished answering everything #i'm sorry if this is oversharing lol #i find my love story fascinating #about me #personal ask