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30th November 2023 - Bologna, Italy, or the day the boys of Greta Van Fleet attempted to murder the entire fandom in one single move.
I was there.
I still need time to recover, but in all honesty, I think I never will.
The weather was awful. It was extremely cold and we literally froze our asses off in line but it was absolutely worth it!
My sister and I made it to the second row from barricade on Jake's side, and I feel so lucky to have been able to admire their talent and beauty from up close. They were absolutely magical, and they all looked so happy and smiley.
We were so close that we could feel the heat of the flames on our faces! (I really don't know how Danny can resist those flames so close to him)
They put on a phantasmagorical show, and I still can't believe that they played the one and only Runaway Blues!
If I think too much about it, my brain just short circuits.
I almost lost it when they played Broken Bells, too. That song is one of my very favourites, and I had resigned to the fact that I would never hear it live. I was so happy when I understood they were about to play it but didn't really believe it until I heard the first notes.
Unfortunately, I didn't catch a rose, but when the show ended, I saw that someone had thrown on the floor the broken stem of a rose. I felt a bit stupid, but I really didn't feel like leaving something that had been handed out so lovingly from Josh there on the floor to be stepped on and ruined. So I picked it up and brought it home together with a single white rose petal to remind me of the beautiful night of revelry they gifted us.
I have so much great footage of Jake shamelessly fucking destroying his guitar in front of twenty thousand people that maybe I'll post someday. Oh, and thanks to his slutty behaviour, my period came almost a week early. Thank you, Jacob.
Sorry for the rant.
Here, there are some pics I took.
#greta van fleet#scwt: bologna#sam kiszka#danny wagner#josh kiszka#jake kiszka#unipol arena#november 2023
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56 years since i last sent an ask . hello jayflrt 🙏 caught up w the updates AND WHERE DO I START????? this is all over the place by the way.
first of all jayyn washington date ┬┬﹏┬┬ they're so cute god take away all their problems double them and give them to sungjin, yuna and whoever that client is 🙏 that washington trip definitely took a turn . . . for good i hope . AND HEEJAY R SO CUTE LIKE THEIR DRINKING SESSION TOGETHER? fuck romance we need their friendship to thrive ‼️ and hoon as well ^^ i know this is all for the major angst that's coming up INCLUDING ALL THE THINGS JAY'S TELLING YN ESP ABOUT HER BEING NICE TO BE AROUND AND ALL BUT HE'S ONLY WITH HER FOR HIS TASK u love to torture us. i am not ready for the angst if jayyn dont end up together i will end it all and pretend this smau never happened.
AND. the interviews. that the fuck r the questions i hope someone asked me what kind of tree i want to be during interviews 😭 btw i am asking u the same question. what type of tree would u want to be?? bc it's an interesting question nonetheless. PLUS the way i gasped when jay said he wanted to punch sunghoon....in front of sungjin. ok i kinda knew it won't end badly ( i could be wrong but jay wouldnt fuck up that easily i trust him. ) it was all so fun and games we have hoonyn back as friends, hee hoon r almost okay as well AND THEN YUNA? I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH HER? look i dont blame her for being the way she is since it mostly roots back to his parents but she's making it everyone's problem rn :/ IT'S SO ANNOYING LIKE I SAW YUNA'S PIC ON THE TL TODAY AND I WAS LIKE 'GIRLLLLL WHY R U DOING THIS' THIS SMAU IS EATING MY BRAIN 😭😭😭😭😭
btw im sorry for literally sending an essay here. ur logic behind everything esp how u've written the secret society and the whole thing about why it's called order of kyrptos ++ is so so good im loving this so far :o i hope u have a good day ahead ^_^
HELLO!!! omg how have you been?? 🌷 AHH NO WORRIES I'LL JUST REPLY TO THEM ALL 🏃♂️ I HOPE IT WASNT A HASSLE TYPING ALL THIS OUT
omg the washington chapter was like the only break they were able to catch 🥲 and then shit hits the fan as soon as mc leaves!!!! like i'd take that flight right back atp 🚶♂️ LMAOAO heeseung is wearing the #1 jay supporter crown rn honestly they're a married couple in another life ! BUT YES UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS THE IMPENDING ANGST but i am a firm believer in happy endings don't worry
nah seriously enough with "where do you see yourself in 5 years" i'd like to be asked how i see myself as a tree. also i think i'd probably like to be a bonsai tree just so i can be pampered. or a redwood tree because those are HUGE and they must receive so many hugs 🫂 what do you think you would be 🫢 LMFAOO it definitely could've ended worse for jay but he clutched up so well with the sunghoon throwing up excuse. also unfortunately yuna's still around but she won't be as big a presence as she was in the first act 😩 but so true she's absolutely a product of her upbringing but that doesn't excuse how she acts out with her friends :// like enough!!! HAHAH thankfully yuna's so pretty and makes me short circuit to the point that whenever i see her pictures online my only thoughts are Omg she's so pretty 😭😭
omg no you're totally good i love reading + replying 🧎♀️ also thank you for reading my story !! it makes me so glad to hear that you're enjoying the plot so far <3
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#my art#harry#digital#when i saw the pic i fucking short circuited#i mean as per usual but#goshshshshehhd#he looks so ffhfUJCIJ SOOFT#and i just. wanna hug.#ok anywaay#harry styles#art
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Smutty smut HC with any of your choosing from Haikyuu! When they discover you’ve gotten breast piercings 🥵🥵🥵. You asked for thirst, and I’ll deliver the thought!
Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Kuroo x s/o with nipple piercings (18+)
Thanks anon! I couldn’t choose just 1 so I’m doing 3 😇
Warnings: f!reader, teasing, nipple piercings, all characters adults
Tsukishima ◇◇◇
You’ve mentioned before that you want to get your nipples pierced, but Tsukishima always scoffs and tells you that you’ll never do it because you’re too much of a wimp when it comes to pain
So…that means you get to mess with him 😈
You decide to corner him after school, saying “Tsukkiiiii~ guess what’s different about me” while hugging him & making sure to press your chest into his
He usually wouldn’t play games like this, but he’ll do it for you. So he takes a look—it’s not a new haircut, is it? Tsukishima’s not good at noticing stuff like that. You’re wearing your uniform, so it couldn’t be an outfit
“Just tell me.” “No, you have to guess.” “Ugh whatever, give me a hint then.”
You’ll just hug him again, even tighter this time, and he’ll feel your perfect tits squishing into his chest. Are you not wearing a bra? You feel so soft. Except for…no way
“Did you get the piercings? You actually went through with it?”
Fuck, he wants to see. Even just thinking about your cute little nipples with bars through them is making blood rush south
Why did you have to tell him at school where he can’t do anything? You’re so devious. He’s got about fifteen minutes til practice starts, maybe that’s enough time to mess around?
But you’re not going to indulge him. You tug him down to your height by the collar of his shirt and kiss him on the cheek. “Have fun at practice, Tsukki ♡”
Damn it, now he has to do his best to make his hard-on go down before volleyball practice starts and the team sees. But it’s difficult when he can’t stop imagining your brand new nipple piercings…and your breasts…which leads to him fantasizing about your tits bouncing up and down while you ride him
Which isn’t great for his boner
You better be waiting for him after practice because he’s not feeling like waiting around to see your piercings in person ◇
Kageyama ✦✦✦
You won’t tell Kageyama that you got your nips pierced; instead, you’ll wait til the two of you have some privacy and tell him you have a surprise for him while holding up your shirt
As soon as he sees the brand-new rings hanging off your nipples, he will go completely silent for a few long moments. You’ll feel kind of insecure while he just…stares at you
Does he think they look weird? Maybe nipple rings aren’t his thing. What if you made a mistake and he thinks it’s ugly or something? You feel like you’re dying inside waiting for him to say something
Little do you know, Kageyama isn’t saying anything because his brain short-circuited as soon as he saw your piercings. The only thoughts going through his mind are something like: pretty…sexy…want to touch…
When you shyly ask him what he thinks, he’ll snap back into focus and tell you they look amazing
He’ll have lots of questions. When did you get them? Did it hurt? How much? Are they sensitive?
Oh really? They’re that sensitive? Is it okay if he…touches them?
Kageyama doesn’t want to do anything to harm you, and thinking about how much the piercings must have hurt makes him extra careful when he reaches out to rub over them with a feather-light touch
He loves the contrast between your velvety warm skin and the cool metal threaded through it
His touches will get bolder as you respond to them, and soon he’ll be cupping your breasts and rubbing and pulling you into his lap
Honestly, Kageyama has never been that into body modifications. He doesn’t really think piercings in general are sexy, but when they’re on you? He can’t stop touching them ✦
Kuroo ✷✷✷
You’ve had your piercings for a while before you started dating Kuroo, and you can’t wait to show him
The two of you haven’t done anything yet, but things are getting hot and heavy over the phone and Kuroo asks you to “send pics ;)”
So you take a real cute picture in front of your bathroom mirror with your top pulled up over your breasts, the hem of your shirt held up in your mouth between your teeth
He’ll read it immediately but it’ll take him a few minutes to respond
“holy shit”
“are your nipples pierced?”
“that’s so fucking sexy”
“you’re home alone rn right?”
When you tell him yes, he won’t reply and you’ll be kind of annoyed until a while later when you hear a knock on your door and it’s him, sweating and panting like he literally ran all the way to get there
“Can I see, can I see, can I see?”
Kuroo’s barely got the door closed behind him before he’s pushing your shirt up, exposing those pillowy tits tipped with metal bars that he wants to have in his mouth right now
God damn if this isn’t the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen. Are you his bad girl? His little rebel? Jesus, he wants to see you in leather
But that’s gonna have to wait, because right now he’s entirely focused on giving those pretty nipples the attention they deserve
Kuroo will touch for a little bit but he’s so eager to taste you…the feeling of your skin on his tongue and the metallic taste of the bar piercing is so nice, it’s almost as good as the high-pitched begging noises you probably don’t even realize you’re making
It’s hard for Kuroo to stop himself while he’s sucking on your tits, but eventually he’ll just pick you up and carry you to your bedroom so he can check and see if you’ve got any other piercings he should know about ✷
#Kuroo Tetsurou x reader#Tsukishima Kei x reader#Kageyama Tobio x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!! x reader#the read more link is messed up sorry#lowkey want get my nips pierced now#Kuroo Tetsuro x reader#Kuroo Tetsurō x reader#hq x reader#hq!! x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#hq#hq!!#haikyū#haikyū!!#Kuroo Tetsurou#Kuroo Tetsuro#Kuroo Tetsurō#Tsukishima Kei#Kageyama Tobio#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu!! headcanons#hq headcanons#hq!! headcanons#smut
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HOPE YOU ABSOLUTELY KILLED ME THIS MORNING! That pic of Barry? I was scrolling so fast my brain short circuited and I thought fuck did they put him in the Witcher?! Is he going to be a Witcher ?! What I wouldn’t give !
AHHH DW I NEARLY DIED WHEN I SAW THE PIC MYSELF!!
Ughhh imagine if he was in The Witcher tho?? How amazing would that be? Maybe for season 3…?👀💀🖤
- Hope🐝
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Man Crush Monday
Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.
None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.
A/N: I know this is a lil late lol but this is part of my Smut Week writing challenge which you can find here. Hope yall enjoy Producer Zab!
Length: 1,431 words
Genre: Smut
It was a rainy Monday night when Jade was scrolling through her IG feed. Just when she was bored of the app, she got a notification that her favorite producer, Zabdiel posted to his page. Clicking on it, Jade was met with the best site she’d ever seen. There he was, in all his sweaty glory, in his custom home gym. Jade moaned at the site and decided to be a little bold. She clicked on the post share button and posted him to her story with the caption “Mmmmm looking fine. #MCM” Unbeknownst to Jade, a fellow fan who followed her, saw her post and decided to screenshot it and tag him and Jade both. Jade was a singer with moderate fame and a small following on various social media sites so it was a big deal when she posted other celebs. Jade decided to call it a night and soon was off to sleep.
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The next morning she awoke to the incessant buzzing of her phone and a missed facetime from her bestie Malina. She didn’t bother with her notifications but chose to return Malina’s call.
“Malina girl what’s up.” Jade spoke as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.
“Well judging by your calm ass demeanor, I guess you haven’t been on ig or twitter?” Malina said.
“Uhhh no. Did something happen?” Jade asked.
“Girl! You’re blowing up! Apparently some fan accounts of Zabdiel caught your story and posted it on their pages. Well Zabdiel saw it and reposted it.” Malina said. Jade damn near short circuited when Malina said that last bit.
“Malina, imma call you back.” Jade hung up and immediately checked her instagram. She had thousands of notifications. She checked her dms and almost passed out. There on top was a dm from Zabdiel himself.
“Hey sorry if this is weird but I saw the post and I’m flattered. I’m going to this industry party later on tonight and I saw your name was also on the guestlist and was wondering if we could meet in person.
Jade had to compose herself before she responded or else she’d definitely make a fool of herself.
“Shit I’m just now seeing this. Yeah I’ll be there tonight and I’d love to meet up. See you tonight!
Jade was just about to exit her dms when she saw he replied with a smiley face. She liked his response then sat her phone on her side table and decided to get ready for her day.
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She arrived at the party a little late due to her indecisiveness. After she tore her closet apart, she finally settled on a simple black long sleeved crop top with a red plaid skirt, and some black doc martens.
She walked into the venue and was immediately hit with the smell of weed. She also took note that there was a group of ppl doing lines of coke at a vip table. Jade made her way to the open bar and ordered herself a watermelon whisky sour. Zabdiel spotted her as soon as she walked in thanks to her posting her look on ig beforehand. He made his way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Jade?” Zabdiel asked.
“Zabdiel! Hey!” Jade said. Giving him a hug. She marveled in his sweet, cinnamon scent.
“You’re better looking in person, well you fine as hell so I don’t know what I was expecting.” Zabdiel spoke.
“And you’re taller in person. Gotta admit, I was expecting a hobbit or something.” Jade joked. Zabdiel was amused, especially since he towered over her.
“Well I’m glad I could disappoint you.” He joked back. Their banter went on for a bit before they found a vip table to sit and talk. They talked about music and Jade was taken aback when Zabdiel admitted that he listened to her music.
“Wait really? Quick, what’s your favorite song?” Jade inquired.
“Oh that’s easy. Don’t Tempt me is by far my favorite song of yours. Your vocals were like fucking butter on that shit. I wanted to remix it when I first heard it.” Zab said.
“Well what stopped you?” Jade asked.
“I wanted you to sing on it.” Zabdiel said. Jade smiled at that and finished off her drink. After talking for a little bit more. Zabdiel and Jade made their rounds then dipped from the party.
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Jade and Zabdiel were jamming out to some of his unreleased tracks in his home studio. Jade insisted on hearing some more of his music and Zabdiel happily agreed. They were going back and forth posting each other on their ig stories, causing a frenzy amongst their fans.
“I bet our fans are dying right now.” Jade laughed. A new unreleased track played and Jade got hype. She loved songs that made her wanna shake her ass and that’s exactly what she did. What she didn’t know was that Zab was filming and posting a video of her twerking to his ig story.
“Did I tell you how fine you were already?’ Zabdiel said as he moved closer to her. Jade smiled at him and turned to face him. She ran her finger down his chest and smirked.
“You did but I don’t mind you telling me again.” Jade smiled then leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back and smiled at him. She got up to move but he grabbed her and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he trapped her between his warm body and the wall. Zabdiel kissed her, more passionately this time. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, making her moan as she sucked on it. They made out for a bit before Zabdiel fell back onto a sofa in his studio, Jade in his lap. She was grinding on him, feeling him get hard. Zabdiel moved his hand so that it was positioned near her warm heat. He started rubbing languid circles on her clothed pussy. Her moans were music to his ears. He sped up his movements until he felt her wetness seep through her underwear. Jade was a mess and he loved it.
“I wanna fuck you so bad. You want me to fuck you babygirl?” Zabdiel asked.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me so fucking bad.” Jade moaned. Zabdiel didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his pant’s down just enough for his dick to pop out. Jade was mesmerized. He was bigger than she was used to but she was gonna take it like a big girl. Jade jerked him off a few times then spit on his dick. She pulled her underwear to the side and sank down on his length. She marveled at the fullness she felt. Zabdiel almost bust right then and there.
“Fuck you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around my dick baby.” Zabdiel sighed. Jade started bouncing on his dick, biting her lip to conceal a loud moan that threatened to escape her mouth.
“God you feel so good inside me…...fuuuuuuuck.” Jade moaned. She got into a squat position and rode Zabdiel’s dick. He was in heaven and felt himself about to cum. He lifted her shirt, revealing her bare breast. He took her left one in his mouth while he played with the right. As he continued sucking on her left nipple, he moved his other hand to her clit and rubbed quick circles. Jade felt herself about to burst. Her movements got sloppier as her orgasm came crashing down upon her. Jade sat fully on his dick, attempting to milk him for all he was worth.
“Yes that’s it baby, ride this dick. Fuck I’m cumming shit…..shiiiiitttt.” Zabdiel moaned. Jade hopped off of him and got down on her knees. She caught every last drop of cum as it shot out of his dick. She stuck her tongue out to show him that she’d swallowed it all, Zabdiel smiled. She was a keeper.
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“You should produce my debut album.” Jade said as she laid on Zabdiel’s sofa watching him work.
“Damn. Dick was so good you're giving me jobs now?” He laughed.
“Don’t get cocky. I’ve always wanted to work with you but my management wouldn’t let me reach out to you. Thank god you slid in my dms though.” Jade said, giving him a smile.
“I’m glad too. If you really want me to, I'll produce your shit, on one condition though. You go out on a date with me.” Zabdiel said.
“Hmmmm………..okay.” Jade said.
“So it’s a date?” Zab asked.
“It’s a date.” Jade smiled.
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Steve being THAT BITCH and making an OnlyFans in college. He needs the cash since he ended up getting disowned by his dad (FUCK Mr. Harrington) It gets spread to the whole school and Billy ends up signing up and donating to him as a joke at first to look at his pics but then he sees one picture of him in a corset and is hea over heels. Possibly ends in smut? But definitely Billy asking him out at a party
modern au, they all met in college
Also fuck Bella Thorne. Sex work is work and she ruined OnlyFans for so many people. Just in case anyone was wondering where I’m at.
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“Wait, who?” Billy blew smoke out towards Tommy as he asked, brows scrunching.
Tommy took the joint from him, taking another hit before answering.
“Steve Harrington. He was in that basic writing class we both took. He always asked like, really dumb questions.”
Billy thinks he can remember him. He remembers big dark eyes and long legs.
“He made an OnlyFans?”
“Carol said his dad like, kicked him out, or cut him off or something.”
That reverberated around Billy’s head for awhile.
He always knew he’d be on his own when he graduated high school, saved up accordingly.
But something about Harrington’s situation didn’t totally sit right with him.
So when he got back to his dorm, high as a fucking kite, he pulled up OnlyFans, and made an account.
He thought, hey, I’ll send this kid some money. Leave one of his stupid questions as a memo.
The worse thing that happens is he looks at a pretty cute boy’s nudes.
Not exactly a bad thing to happen.
He looked up Steve Harrington, scrolling through a few accounts until he found the big brown eyes he was looking for.
Steve was fucking hot, hotter than Billy remembers from two semesters ago.
His profile picture was good, he was sucking on a lollipop like it was a dick, his hair messy and eyes all sultry.
He had a few options.
Becoming a fan was only ten bucks a month, but he had some pay per view nudes too.
Billy entered his credit card information for the $30 one.
His brain short circuited.
He doesn’t really know what he was expecting, but he doesn’t think it was this.
Steve was lounging all pretty on a dorm bed, wrapped up in a black satin corset, and nothing else.
His dick was hard, angling up towards the corset, flushed red.
Billy stared at the photo. He clicked out of it, buying the $50 picture.
He didn’t care that he was probably gonna blow his last paycheck on this guy, especially didn’t care when the image came into view.
Steve was still in that fucking corset, but now he was kneeling in profile to the camera.
His head was thrown back, his long neck artfully exposed. His cock was still hard, an angry red, but now he was reaching behind himself, two fingers buried in his ass.
Billy was fucking hard.
He paid for the monthly membership price.
And there was access to Steve’s pictures.
He had lots of lingerie pics, obviously had a good quality camera, as the pictures were all well done, with nice lighting and all that shit.
He had several of himself just wearing little panties, some of him in full sets of pretty lingerie.
Billy scrolled through his account, getting back to the pay per view at the bottom.
There was one video, fifteen minutes long, that was $150.
Riding my biggest dildo :)
Billy paid for it.
It opened with Steve sucking on the dildo, moaning and gagging on it.
Billy couldn’t get his dick out fast enough.
He moved back from the camera a bit, wiping at the drool running down his chin, setting the dildo on the floor. He was wearing nothing but a little skirt. It didn’t even cover his ass.
It was pretty big, probably four inches in diameter.
Once Steve had gotten it settled on it’s suction base, he bent over, pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hole to the camera.
“Already prepped myself. Fingered myself for a while, but I didn’t let myself cum.” Billy’s cock kicked in his hand. He stroked over the head, squeezing it slightly.
And then Steve swung one leg to settle himself over the toy, and pushed down slowly.
He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he took the whole thing. Billy jerked himself a little faster.
“Feels so good. I love being stretched open like this.” He started bouncing shallowly, his hard dick easily visible in the tiny skirt.
He was bracing himself on the floor in front of him, completely blissed out as he bounced his ass up and down on the toy.
“Shit, I’m so close. Been close for so fucking long.” He sighed, sinking slowly all the way down on the dildo. “Such a big cock.”
“Oh, Jesus.” Billy had to stop what he was doing, grabbing the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming. He really wanted to watch Steve fall apart.
Steve had started bouncing again, really getting into it this time.
Billy matched his pace with his hand, thought about Steve bouncing on his cock like that.
“Oh, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-” Steve convulsed, hips stuttering as he came completely untouched. He whined and mewled.
Billy stripped his cock faster and faster, his cock twitching as he came, spunk covering his hand.
Steve was still panting in the video, his thighs shaking as he pulled himself off the toy.
And then he bent down, and licked up the little puddle of cum on the wood floor.
Billy was hard almost immediately again.
He watched the video a second time.
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Billy had been whacking off to Steve’s OnlyFans for a month when he finally saw him on campus.
He was pushing his way through the crowd at a frat party when he saw him.
He was wearing short denim shorts, a baggy t-shirt tucked into them.
He was pouring himself a drink, alone in the empty kitchen.
Billy licked over his lips, leaning next to him on the counter.
“Well, good to see you in person, Sugar.” Steve startled, turning wide eyes onto Billy.
“Oh, um, hi.” There was a little pink tinge beginning to dust his cheeks. “You’re Billy, right? I remember you from class last year.” Billy grinned at him. “You’re like, really smart.”
“And you’re like, really hot.” Steve flushed, his cheeks going dark red.
“So, uh, I’m assuming you’ve seen some of my stuff?”
“Paying member. I’ve seen all your stuff.” Steve’s eyes went wide. “And I’ll pay for some more.”
“Oh, um, I’m sorry, but it’s one thing to post that stuff, I don’t really want to-” Billy’s eyes went wide as he realized what he said, how it sounded.
“No! Oh, shit, I meant like, I want to take you out to dinner. Pay for that. Nothing implied, or expected.” Steve chewed on his bottom lip.
“I don’t put out that easy.”
“I’m not expecting you to.” Billy tried to keep face open as Steve studied him.
“Um, then, yeah. You can take me to dinner.” Steve wiggled his phone out his back pocket, shoving it in Billy’s hands. “I’ll text you so you have my number.” Billy tucked his phone back into Steve’s pocket, made him blush some more.
“Get me back soon, yeah? Wanna take you out quick.” Steve smiled softly at him.
“You wanna hang out tonight? My friend ditched me.” Steve was fidgeting with his drink, looking at Billy through his lashes.
“Yeah, Sweet Thing. Tell me all about yourself.”
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@destivltrash requested P. While driving or in/around a car
canon-compliant, love confessions
Dean squints through the rain drumming on the windshield. He can barely see the dark road ahead. The wipers are squeaking a little. It’s annoying. Dean would turn the radio up to drown out the sound, but Sam is snoring softly splayed over the backseat and he doesn’t want to wake him. Cas is twitchy at his side. He opens and closes the glove department for the third time in five minutes.
"Stop fidgeting," Dean growls. Castiel leans back in his seat with a sigh.
"I’m not used to long drives."
"Ain’t my fault you can’t just pop yourself to wherever you want."
Castiel looks at him, squinting. "Are you mad at me?" he asks.
Dean lets out a harsh breath. "No," he murmurs. It’s not a lie. He’s not mad at Cas he’s just... confused since what happened during the hunt yesterday. The fight was tough and at one point Dean got scared. It’s not something that happens often, not something he’d admit easily. But when he saw Castiel gasping for breath, his body contorted with pain, the fear almost paralyzed him. He knew he was too far away from Cas to be able to help him, he knew the only way was to keep fighting the witch but all he wanted to do was run to Castiel. He did just that the moment the witch’s blood splashed over his hands. He crossed the room in record time and wrapped his arms around Cas, pulling him towards his heaving chest. Castiel was still shaking, but he wasn’t in danger anymore. He slumped against Dean, grabbing at the lapel of his jacket. "Dean," he breathed out.
Dean looked down at him. He thought he was going to lose him. Castiel got hit by the curse when he threw himself between Dean and the witch. He had been protecting Dean and almost died because of it.
Dean shuddered at the thought and squeezed Castiel tighter. Castiel let his eyes fall shut and a content sigh left his parted lips.
Before he could think better of it, Dean overwhelmed by the fear and the relief leaned down and kissed him.
He half-expected Cas to push him away. In hindsight, it would have been better. But Castiel grabbed the back of his head and returned the kiss with as much passion as Dean felt. It was much better than Dean ever dreamed, not that he would ever admit to dreaming about kissing Castiel. They parted after what felt like ages and wasn’t long enough at the same time. Dean helped Castiel to his feet and they joined Sam in the other room where he was getting rid of hex-bags.
And that was it. They didn’t talk about it, didn’t acknowledge it. They retreated into a dingy motel, took care of their wounds and crawled into beds.
And now they are here, on the road again like nothing happened.
"You are grumpy," Castiel comments and opens the glove department again.
"I’m not-" Dean growls and punches it close. The car swerves. "Fuck, I need a coffee," he grumbles.
"I can drive if you’re tired," Castiel offers. Dean shakes his head.
"There’s a gas station a few miles ahead."
The bitter coffee and cold air ease Dean’s mind a little. He’s standing by the car, sheltered from the rain by the roof, looking at cars passing by. He startles when Castiel’s hand lands on his shoulder.
"Dean," he says softly. "Please, talk to me. I know something’s bothering you."
Dean shakes his head and takes a sip of his coffee.
"Is it about yesterday?"
Dean’s heart skips a beat. He forces himself to look at Cas. He has this puzzled look he always has when he encounters human behavior he doesn’t understand. Dean scoffs.
"I don’t want to talk about it." He turns away. Castiel grabs his shoulder again, not so gently this time. He makes Dean turn to him.
"But I do. Dean, you can be angry at me all you want but at least explain what I did wrong."
"I told you I’m not-" Dean rises his voice but gets his temper under control. "I’m not angry I’m just-" he huffs and shakes his head looking down at his coffee.
"When people kiss, it usually means something to them. I mean, not always, sometimes it’s just fun, but often it... it means something."
He can feel Castiel’s eyes on him. "The kiss meant something to you," Castiel says slowly.
Dean grunts and runs his hand through his hair. He already wishes this conversation never happened.
"And you think it didn’t mean anything to me," Cas adds.
"Well, I don’t blame you. You’re an angel. I don’t expect you to-"
"Dean."
Dean looks up when he hears the urgency in Castiel’s voice. He meets Cas’ eyes and his heart pics up its pace.
"You’re wrong," Cas starts. He’s in Dean’s personal space but Dean doesn’t have it in him to step back. "It meant a lot to me."
Dean’s lips part but no words come up. He wants to protest, wants to cut Cas off, afraid that he’s going to say something Dean doesn’t want to hear. At the same time, he’s desperate to hear him say something.
"I didn’t talk to you about the kiss because I know you don’t like to talk about feelings. I wanted to give you time. "
Dean laughs mirthlessly and covers his face with his palms. He feels stupid and giddy at the same time.
Castiel’s fingers wrap gently around his wrists and pull his hands away. There’s a soft smile on his lips.
"The kiss meant that you might be finally ready to reciprocate my feelings for you," Cas says.
Dean’s brain short-circuits. Castiel’s feelings for him. Castiel has feelings for him. And he was just waiting for Dean to reciprocate them.
"Was I wrong?" Cas asks when Dean doesn’t reply.
"No," Dean breathes out. "I mean. You have feelings for me?" He’s shaking, feeling almost as weak as he did yesterday after the witch’s attack.
Castiel’s smile grows bigger. "I love you, Dean. Have loved you for a while."
Dean feels like he might black out. He’s glad Castiel is holding his hands.
"But you’re an angel."
"Yes. My love is different from human love. I would be happy loving you with my whole being without you acknowledging it or without it ever being manifested physically."
Dean frowns.
Castiel lets go of his wrists and instead cups his cheeks with both his hands. Dean holds his breath.
"But I will be very happy if that doesn’t have to be the case," Cas almost whispers.
Dean nods. "It doesn’t," he says just as softly. He closes his eyes. "Kiss me."
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Ten Year Swap
pairing(s): bakugou katsuki x reader
characters: bakugou katuski, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eiijirou, iida tenya
genre: fluff?
type: one shot
word count: 917
warnings: profanity
sleepy note: I was looking through old fanart of mine and saw a bunch of Katekyo Hitman Reborn stuff. So I got a little inspired by the Ten-Years-Later bazooka. Hope y’all enjoy! :) Also the pic is the closest thing I could get to the fic theme rip me I guess.
Puffs of smoke covered everything, billowing from a single point like a volcano of clouds. You coughed, thanking yourself for having a mask be part of your hero costume. Blinking and squinting, you tried to identify your surroundings. The smoke began to subside and you started to recognize some shapes - a rectangle? Oh a building! 2-A Heights Alliance?
How did you make it to your alma mater so quickly? The last thing you remembered was fighting a villain in Ginza with —
“Hey!”
You snapped out of your thoughts. You turned and focused your attention, discovering a few UA students. They looked quite familiar. Did you know them? No way. It couldn’t—
“Hey! Are you fucking deaf? Who the fuck are you?!”
You recognized him almost instantly. That foul mouth, those angry red eyes, his spiky hair — there was no doubt about it. It was Bakugou Katsuki.
You just stared at him, completely awestruck. He looked like he did 10 years ago.
“Are you mute or something? Answer the fucking question!”
You stepped closer to the group of boys. They were already on edge, but your movement made them activate their quirks — lightning sparking, engines revving, flesh hardening, fire blazing to name a few.
You held your hands up. “Woah, don’t go setting your quirks on me, kiddos. I mean no harm.”
Todoroki scoffed. “You say that, but you’re here and our friend is nowhere to be found.”
“I think I know what happened to your friend. But you have to answer a question for me.”
Bakugou’s glare deepened, causing small explosions to emit from his hands. “We fucking know you know. Stop spewing horse shit and tell us now.”
“Just humor me and I promise I won’t bite,” you said, your voice hinting at a smile.
“We have no reason to meet your demands,” Iida stated firmly.
You shrugged. “Then I can’t say I won’t bite.”
They looked at each other hesitantly trying to figure out what to do. Kirishima and Midoriya held eye contact for a moment. The former nodded.
“It’s June —“
It all clicked. The villain’s quirk, where you were, the tiny versions of your allies around you — it all made sense.
You’d been out on patrol near your office in Ginza, when a villain barreled into your jurisdiction — an explosive hero not far behind.
Bakugou had been tracking down that specific criminal when a string of robberies started to occur in his patrol radius. With the help of a quirk that seemed to transform people into younger versions of themselves, it was like taking candy from a baby — literally. You’d decided to help him out as you didn’t get to see him as often as the two of you would like, and they were on your turf after all. The two of you were about to take the hoodlum out when you were hit by their quirk. You expected to be at the same time and place, just much tinier, but evidently, you were wrong.
“Okay,” Midoriya started. “We told you what you wanted to know. Now where’s our friend?”
You snickered. “Sprightly as ever I see. Alright, I’ll show you.”
They stared at you apprehensively as you moved your hands to your face. You unfastened the mask, beginning to reveal your face.
“What the fuck are you —“
Silence. Absolutely confused silence. They recognized you instantly.
“I’m right here guys!” You beamed.
“WHAT?!”
Kaminari short-circuited. Iida tried to say something, but he was so shocked, he looked like a rusty robot. Kirishima and Todoroki were completely lost.
Midoriya’s mouth started running at a hundred miles an hour “But this doesn’t make sense! You can’t be the same person. But you look exactly the same. You talk the same way too. Could you have been hit by some strange time traveling quirk? What could it —“
“Woah, Izu-chan.”
“Izu... chan?” he choked, completely flustered at this new nickname.
You laughed. “Yes, ‘Izu... chan.’ You’re tiny you so I’ll address you as such.”
Midoriya’s face turned beetroot red.
“Aw man! I forgot how cute you guys are! You’re all so much smaller and squishier than the versions of you I have to deal with,” you teased, causing the rest of the boys to turn red as well.
“But wow! Katsuki?”
Bakugou’s body stiffened. “What the fuck do you want, you giant dumbass?!”
You giggled and pinched his cheeks. “You’re even cuter than I remember!”
You squeezed him against your chest, gushing and completely ignoring his angry yelling and squirming.
“Oh my gosh! Have you asked me out yet? Of course you did! It’s June of our second year!”
“How do you know that?!”
“He’s so enjoying this,” Kaminari muttered, earning a snicker from the guys.
“Let go of me you old hag!” Bakugou screeched, trying desperately to pry you off him.
“Aw~! You don’t mean that Katsu—“
FWOOSH.
Smoke filled your eyes and sinuses, you hacked and tears streamed down your cheeks. You sniffed and wiped your face with your left hand.
“Oh god. I should’ve put my mask back on.”
“Welcome back, dipshit.”
You blinked again and noticed that someone was gripping your right hand. You looked up and frowned.
“Aw, you’re hot and taller than me again, Katsuki.”
Bakugou snorted. “What in the fuck are you talking about?”
You sighed, pouting. “You were such a cutie in high school.”
He rolled his eyes. “So were you. I wonder what happened.”
“Hey!”
He chuckled and smirked. “Why the hell are you talking about high school anyway?”
“Oh, Katsuki, do I have a story for you.”
#bnha scenarios#bnha reader insert#bnha imagines#mha scenarios#mha imagines#mha reader insert#boku no her academia scenarios#boku no hero academia imagines#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#midoriya izuku#kaminari denki#todoroki shouto#kirishima eijirou#iida tenya
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I've been mia on here, but not mia in the disaster bisexual front. So lemme fill you in
Okay, so idk if I've talked on here over the past few months about a cute cashier, but I can't seem to find it on my blog, so imma assume I haven't.
Back in mid August, I got my kitten. I got him 2 weeks earlier than expected, so the day before I picked him up, I had to run out and get his supplies. My friend was coming over that day, so we decided to hang out (outside) at my house, go get ice cream, and then go to the pet store for my stuff. after we got all that I needed, we went into Market Basket to buy some snacks so we could sit out in the parking lot and talk for a few hours. Well, that's where this story starts.
I looked hella fucking gay that day. (Striped button up UNbuttoned like halfway, my huge choker chain, and then my white washed levi's with a white 'Sisters' belt, and white converses. I can post a pic later if y'all want) so anyways, I was expecting to get some looks and stared. I did. Whatever. Well, were checking out at the speed aisle, and I notice eyes on me. I normally glace around when I'm checking out to see who is working, but I was met this time by the gaze of a cashier two rows back. I glanced down cause I didn't want to be rude, but when I check again, she was still looking at me. So I intentionally held her gaze for a few moments as I took note of what she looked like. Then I finished checking out and left with my friend.
While I'm a disaster bi and will focus and freak out over the smallest interraction with a cute person, I have become aware that most people (my friends) don't read into moments like that and will make fun of me if I do. That being said, I told myself it was probably just in my head and not that significant; that she was just checking out my outfit and clocking me as either a gay guy out with his girlfriend, (which was pretty much the case) or a couple getting some things.
WELL, so right as I was trying to not make anything out of it, my friend turns to me and goes. "Did you see that cashier staring at you? Like, she kept looking at you." And I was like "OKAY SO IT WASNT JUST ME" and she was like "no, she was really looking at you. She's really cute, too." And thus it began.
She's got a great style (also gorgeous even with a mask on, but I was more intrigued and attracted to her style). I told her that I liked her style a couple months ago and she repeated it back to me. She wears multiple necklaces, rings, and somehow makes her store uniform look cool. When I first really took note of her, my immediate thought was "she gives me west coast vibes." My best friend agreed with me when we were in the store together and she was there. And she might not be from the west coast, but if she told me she was from san Fransisco, I would believe it in a heartbeat. She got like a modern Marissa from the OC style. (I didn't watch the show, only those couple gay scenes with her character in it, so don't come for me)
So anyways, for the first 3-4ish months, my brain would short circuit as soon as we would lock eyes. Like, I can't describe it besides just a fog or a mental lockdown. I could like make eye contact, but I would just be in constant panic. I also couldn't imagine what to do next. Thus, I would panic and choose to go in a different aisle than hers for the first while. I didn't know what to do with a gorgeous woman who had eyes on me. (ALSO; I would like to state that her vibes and style are so immaculate, that I almost expect her to be gay. I thought she was clocking me as another gay person at first, but then I realized that we gays don't stare at someone of the opposite gender THIS much. So she could be gay. Idk. I'm good either way.)
Back to the panic: so it took me awhile to actually get the nerve up to choose her aisle when I could. Then we finally like interacted. I finally got her name, and I like asked her how she was. This happened like twice, and then there was a time I came in right after seeing my nephews(socially distanced). It was a slower day, so I didn't feel hurried in moving along. I asked her how her day was, and she answered and asked how mine was. I mentioner being happy cause I finally got to see my nephews after months of not. She then asked how old they were. We talked for a moment before I knew I have to go. It was as I was picking up my bag that I paused and looked at her and said "I've been meaning to say, I like your style." She like paused and said thanks, and that she liked mine as well. I then said something like "see you next time" and left.
From then, I'd see her when I went in, but almost every time she was in the wrong lane. We'd lock eyes as I walked in, and as I checked out and left, but we didn't get to like talk. That is, until I was tagging along shopping with my mum the day after fucking election night.
I don't think I need to say that I was more anxious and distracted than I had ever been when going in, and glued to my phone; refreshing google and watching the numbers come in. I don't think I even looked up when I walked in. I was in another place. I should also mention that I had noticed that the cute cashier (that's literally my nickname for her) usually worked on the weekends. This was a wednesday. So I was NOT paying sttention. I just followed my mum around the store while watching my phone and trying to do the math to see if there was a possibility that biden could win. Well, my mother eventually stuck us in line to check out, and asks me to get off my phone and help her unload, thats when I lift me head, and I'm staring directly into her eyes.
She was bagging for our aisle, so she was just standing there in my direct line of sight. And she has been watching me, waiting for me to fucking finally look up.
I'm sure I looked beyond stunned. Because I was. I honestly was so braindead from the day, that it took me a moment of staring back at to her process as to what was happening. I got it together quickly tho and bantered and talked with her a bit as she bagged and I helped load. She definitely was doing more than most, if that makes sense. I challenged her to fitting all of the groceries onto one cart cause she said she could. It was fun, and I think I again said "see you around* or something like that as we left.
And once again, once we got outside, my mother now goes "oh that bagger was cute." And I told her that that was the cute one I had mentioned before. THEN SHE GOES "oh yeah I picked up on that vibe of y'all." And I WANTED to ask her what that MEANT, but I didn't want to push it and then have my mother know/be able to make things awakrd.
ANYWAYS, 3 chapters in, lemme get to last months. I fucking got in anxiety meds. AND MY WORLD CHANGED. my mental block and fog was GONE. I could finally see a pathway through to like actually talking talking to her. SO, I pulled out a receipt, wrote down my number, and stuck it in my wallet for the next time I saw her.
Welp, the next time that was, she was in the wrong lane and teaching a new cashier what to do, so there was no way I was gonna try and insert myself into that situation. BUT, as I was walking both in and out, we locked eyes as usual, but this time as I was leaving, I did like a quick smile which caused me to squint my eyes for a half second. It almost looks like when a cat does their slow blink at you. I saw her respond to that and like smile back at me as I left. It was the first time I had ever done anything that was direct and nonverbally flirty.
So, I had to go again last night. And my parents were putting us in strict lockdown for the next 10 days, so we had to stock up. Before we left, I rewrote my note. And I told my best friends what was happening, and no matter what was the situation, I was gonna give her the note.
Well, she wasnt there. I was extremely disappointed.
Annnnd that leaves us here. It's gonna be a good 10-14 days before I'm allowed to go out, but youd better fucking believe it when I say that imma be giving her my number the moment I see her next. So wish me luck.
And also in case anyone asks; I don't want to try any dating apps cause I hate them. Also I'm half asleep now she don't have the energy to go back and edit this. Hopefully it's coherent.
So I guess I'll update y'all when I eventually get to leave the house and see her again
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Ironstrange Bingo Entry 14: Scent
Title: Axe is Overrated
Summary: [Short] Stephen should have known better than to let himself get close enough to Tony to smell his hair.
Notes: It's been a night. this has been brought to you by the persistent I WILL WRITE SOMETHING SHORT AND FLUFFY IF IT KILLS ME feeling.
As well as this gorgeous pic: https://twitter.com/K4Sn5/status/1134044723994169344.
(Do people still use “PWP” as a tag? Because I feel it fits this one perfectly.)
For the @ironstrangebingo square "Scent."
[AO3 Link]
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Stephen should've known it was a matter of time.
Every time Tony - no. Stark. In this lifetime - got within half an arm’s length of him, four things assaulted his senses:
How tight Tony’s pants always seemed to be (and how few other people could pull it off);
How his voice commanded the room’s attention - when Stephen himself, wasn’t speaking, of course;
AXE BODY SPRAY; and
The scent of his hair.
Stephen was okay with Axe, personally - maybe thought it was a bit overrated - but the hair...that was different.
That got to him.
Especially if Tony had just finished a battle. Or a workout. Or a few laps around the large circuit-sized personal racetrack in his backyard.
As a doctor, Stephen knew that pheromones were released mostly through the skin and the hair.
And he guessed Tony didn't much pay attention to the artificial scents in the hair products that he used, wasn’t aware of the effect that the natural smell of his hair had on Stephen.
Stephen wasn’t about to confess, and give Tony an avenue to Bella Swan all over him, mischievously flood him with hair pheromones every chance he got.
No. He was going to keep this one to himself.
But really - he should’ve known.
He was the only one who could look into alternate lifetimes. So the onus to be careful was on him.
In many lifetimes, he and Tony got together. Stephen kept all those lifetimes - and the few other lifetimes where they didn’t get together - safely locked away in his head.
He'd had so much time to memorize Tony Stark's scent.
So much time to remember his knee-jerk reaction to it.
The reaction was, to put it plainly, to put his guard down. To make him feel at peace. Like everything was all right, because he was with the one person - the only person who could take the shitty parts of Stephen’s life in his hand, squeeze with minimal effort, and miraculously turn those turds into diamonds.
Safety was a feeling that was foreign to Stephen, since learning the mystic arts. So he should have known
- that the day would come when he walked by Tony Stark, come within half an arm’s length of the man
- and casually kiss the top of his head
- simply because the smell of his hair put him at ease.
That should have been textbook.
And yet.
It happened anyway.
And Tony looked up at Stephen, eyes wide with questions.
And Stephen looked down at Tony, eyes wide with sheer naked panic.
How was he supposed to explain this?
Okay, Tony, so...you know how I can travel between dimensions? Some of those dimensions are in really close proximity to ours. And in most of those dimensions, we’re lovers, so kissing each other’s hair is a normal thing between us. I know perfectly well it isn’t here. So I’m sorry. My bad.
Or...?
WHAT?! Me, kiss your HAIR?? How DARE you, Stark. I stumbled and lost my footing. My lips accidentally fell on your head. That’s ALL.
As he was thinking, Tony swiveled his work chair toward him.
“What,” he muttered, “the heck was that just now, Doc?”
The expression on Tony’s face was unreadable.
Stephen found all possible words fleeing his brain.
“I -- uh -- I -- “
His first instinct was to flee.
So he turned.
But Tony’s hand darted out and caught his sleeve.
And held on.
Tony pulled down on his sleeve. Hard. And given that his sleeve was made of hardy fabric, the rest of Stephen went down with it.
Before Stephen knew what was going on, he was face to face with Tony, their noses almost touching.
“What I mean to say is,” Tony said in a low, unexpectedly sultry voice, “after we’ve been dancing around each other for this long...that’s really all you got for me?”
Dancing around each other...? That was a concept Stephen had never seriously entertained.
Sometimes his memories of lifetimes blurred. In some lifetimes, yes, they “danced” around their mutual attraction. Unwilling or unready or simply unable to act upon their impulses.
But in this one...
...in this one, he saw the absolute certainty in Tony’s eyes, the infectious, indomitable feeling that things were falling into place.
Had Stephen simply been oblivious all this time...?
“Let’s try that again,” Tony said, and leaned up for a kiss.
A proper one.
One that Stephen was in absolutely no state of mind to refuse.
Because he was drowning in the scent of Tony’s hair.
The intoxicating feeling of Tony’s lips on his. Tony’s fingers lightly resting on the back of his neck. Their tongues intertwining. Every fiber of his being saying yes yesyesyes FINALLY.
And the stubborn undertones of Axe fucking body spray.
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Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD
oh my godddd you are my favourite person anon - ask and ye shall receive 😎 i should maybe warn that while this doesn’t have actual nsfw content you probably wouldn’t want to read this to your kids as a bedtime story. anyway, here we go:
this was very close to making the original list. i like the soft lighting and the kind of floofy hair, yet he still looks like he could absolutely fuck me up (both like in a fight and various other ways). this photo gets me thinking some thoughts ™ if i am being honest
a literal saint and god amongst men right here. his brown eyes are so soft and his little smile puts me at ease. this is a man who would treat me right (fact). this photo is also from quite deep into the playoffs so the beard is going a little wild, and whilst i’m glad it isn’t like this all of the time, i very much appreciate it when it’s around.
O CAP’N MY CAP’N (sorry zee). nah for real this exudes some real sexy alternate energy. if i were on the opposing team and i saw this formidable man just skating around looking like that i think i’d just go back down the tunnel and hide in the locker room. this man will fucking kneecap you for the sake of a goal if that’s what it takes. and then i remember that it’s patrice and he’s the nicest man alive and he would literally never, but that’s still the energy this image has. and i ain’t saying i don’t like it.
okay this is just cute. they look like 2 dads who aren’t entirely sure how to take a selfie but are willing to try. the outfits lend this a slightly chaotic energy - i can’t commend zee’s colour combo if i’m honest, and when juxtaposed with the plaid shirt it kind of hurts my head. but it adds to the dad energy so i still love it. also this is from chara’s ig and the caption is super sweet.
DADS WITH THEIR KIDS ALWAYS GETS ME. i don’t even want kids, nor do i particularly like them, but seeing a man with his child is the cutest thing in the world and this, predictably, is no exception. patrice’s son 100% has his eyes which is really cute. speaking of patrice’s eyes, he may be smiling here but if you look into his eyes all you will see is fear - that child does not appear too bothered about remaining upright on the ice, and i suspect thay bergy is concerned about this. it would be criminal for me to not comment on the jeans. bergy has some exceptional thighs as these jeans do an excellent job of highlighting that.
this is Hot, and i’m not accepting criticism on that opinion. the crisp white shirt w no jacket or tie, and the top buttons undone???? i need a lie down. the hands are also making a nice appearance which i can always appreciate. basically what i’m saying is that i’m jealous of that snake this is an excellent photo and i owe the bruins instagram person a drink for posting it.
do you remember when i said bergy had marvellous thighs? well take a fucking sip babes - they’re like tree trunks carved out of carrara marble. if i have to die i want it to be because they crushed my skull. this is also one of the clearest photos i’ve seen of his tattoo, so it has that going for it too ( sidenote if anyone has an image with literally a pixel of his tattoo pls send it my way, i’m getting desperate at this point). i also think men in jewellery is a good look so i’m digging his beaded bracelets and silver chain. fantastic picture all round.
yeah okay there’s no escaping that the main reason this one made the list is 🍑. it’s exquisite. those pants also do a great job on the thighs too. the hair, socked feet (no i dont have a fetish i just think ppl in their socks with no shoes is kind of funny), and hands get an honourable mention
is this the only picture that has ever mattered? i’d believe it. patrice just lovingly gazing down at his son giving his hockey husband a handshake? you just can’t beat it. i have also been emotionally ruined by that tiny #37 jersey oh my
in the interest of being polite, i will describe this look as rugged. he has probably objectively looked better but i just like this photo and awful lot.
i don’t think i can give any commentary on this without saying something genuinely not suitable for public eyes. the 2 things i will say are: the only thing keeping me going completely feral horny looking at this is those pants,, if they were black or navy i’d be dead; and patrice i am begging you to do up a few more buttons on your shirt or remove it completely or i’m not going to live much longer.
oh man i just love this??? i can’t even explain why. the lack of much beard and the expression in his eyes just makes him look massively soft - i would give him a kiss on the nose and a cuddle in this photo
(gif via @gaudreau) i am slightly loathe to admit this bc it sounds weird but cuts and bruises can sometimes be a real look so this checks that box for me. his smile when he talks truly is one of the finer things in life too. also the lil shrug. i love you mr pikachu
a** fantastic **angle. this is just prime beautiful bergy. excellent level of beard imo, the lighting shows off his v nice bone structure, and the nose is looking fab as always. weird observation of the day is that his neck looks nice in this
i mean obviously this had to go in - lord knows it’s fucking iconic. i have so many questions about how this situation came to be (aside from the fact that alcohol was involved. did brad initiate it? or patrice? why are they spinning? what the fuck? how the fuck? why was i not invited?) but anyway, this photo increased my thirst for a shirtless bergy photo at least two-hundredfold. at this point it’s a need not a want. i don’t think i can continue to comment on this without straying into nsfw territory so we’ll leave it at that. oh the things i would do
classic humble patrice making an appearance here, reminding us that he is not only the most handsome bastard to ever walk planet earth, but he’s a great guy too. just can’t hate him. and boy is he handsome in this gif. excellent stubble (im really invested in his facial hair if you hadn’t noticed), and the smile that could melt even my cold heart on display here. also bonus points for the previously mentioned thing about cuts/bruises. (sorry). i love this one
in contrast to some of the prior ones, this picture is so cute that i can make nothing but pg comments about it. this is exactly the same face we all make when someone points a camera at us and says “cheese!” and i love that. the man looks good in white. good, wholesome content right here.
(gif via @weekendatbergysblog) okay the baby is cute but the fucking headband is what gets me in this. i’m able to make no further comment because this short circuits my brain.
(gif via @davidpastrnut)when i first saw this gif i had to go find the source video because i didn’t believe he actually said that but i’m here to tell you: he did. i love these hockey husbands so much. also i saw this tagged as “# hot waiter” one time and i still haven’t got over how accurate that is. someone more talented than me, i’m begging you for that fucking au
(gif via @gaudreau) can patrice please stop looking up ??? it’s unfair that someone can look so good just looking in a direction what the fucK. he’s so stunning.
i love this one. brad pulling his hoodie down like that looks like he’s... soliciting and honestly who could blame him. bergy looks very cute, if a bit edgy in the all black. the hand is a treat in this one hooooooooooooooooo yes
this one show’s off patrice’s dark features very well. it’s amazing how he has such dark hair, dark eyes, big dark eyebrows, and dark facial hair, yet it doesn’t overcrowd or shadow his face ( except occasionally in awful lighting) ??? does anyone actually know how that works?? he’s looking very pensive here, and that hoodie looks oh-so-cosy. absolutely would cuddle.
**how cute is this y’all. **in case you thought you were just missing something, no, patrice is not sitting on a chair. he’s just maintaining that deep squat like a champ. maybe that’s the secret to his sublime thighs... the navy/deep red is an excellent look on him, and we get a rare glimpse of bergy with his wedding ring, which i find to be oddly cute. bonus points for him being beside a very cute kid too :)
(gif via @jakedebrask) this, i, ummmmm. i- uhh. just. um. yeah. so like. uhhhh... swiftly moving on
(gif via @davidpastrnut) this motherfucker and his handsome fucking face even looks good in that god-awful wooly patriots hat. honestly it looks like he’s about to go out and have a snowball fight (presumably with brad). decidedly rather domestic and i love it
(gif via @davidpastrnut) intense media patrice is intense. this is such a classic bergy face though, i love it. every time some media person asks him some big long question he puts on this exact very-invested-and-slightly-concerned face, its iconic. looking cosy in a hoodie once again. stop it.
nice polo, dude
(gif via @davidpastrnut) that tshirt looks like its fighting for its life to contain those biceps. a dark, brooding patrice that has some sort of slow burn au stirring deep in my mind. from other angles in this interview the tattoo is fairly visible also.
this has such a strong energy it almost knocked me off my feet. again, i can see this being some sort of business or maybe criminal masterminds au. but fuck me, does that man looking something beautiful in a suit. the one hand in the pocket is quite frankly BDE too. i’m glad i’m not into dadkes or esle i think this whole picture would be too much for me.
he is literally the kind of man you’d want to bring home to your parents. i’m glad he seems to have cashed in on the navy/deep red combo because it really does suit him. he looks so fucking dapper here i may be very much in love
another excellent on-ice shot of him, albeit his slightly concerned expression. the beard is looking fucking crisp here hello sir. not much else to say on this, just a handsome, handsome boy.
(gif via @jeffsamardzija) another one that gives me Thoughts. he’s literally so beautiful. hair is cut a little shorter than usual on the sides and on anyone else it would scream fuckboy but i’m kind of digging it on bergy, at least on this one occasion. if i say anything else we’ll go down the rabbit hole
oof this is_ intense. _bergy aside, this is just an incredible shot tbh. rare that we get to see mr perfect not completely level-headed and playing it cool so it feels like a treat when we do. lowkey hot ngl
last but very certainly not least, mr patrice bergeron, four-time bergeron award winner, holding the award itself. this photo honestly just makes my heart swell a little with pride - it’s what he deserves!!!! just absolutely dapper in a beautiful suit as always, and a smile that could topple a nation to round it all off.
thank you so much for this anon!!! it was rather self-indulgent but i hope you like it :) also i will absolutely do another one with marchy, although my nails have been dry for about 2 hours now so i’ll probably do it tomorrow or friday, but it’s on its way :)
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a ( VERY LONG) long island geek rundown
aka me just rambling on about paul for paragraphs upon paragraphs, complete with pictures.
so i went to the con with the lovely @haiileyrutledge aka maggie who drove me all the way there from the philly bus station (god bless), it was our first time meeting in person and i still can’t really believe we did this just a few months after we were just kinda joking about going together on twitter when we hardly knew each other
literally the first second we walked into the con, before we’d even gotten our badges, paul mcgann was sitting RIGHT THERE at his autograph table and i may or may not have started aggressively hitting maggie in the shoulder and freaking out and hissing “he’s there, HE’S THERE” and she had to drag me past him so we could get our badges
then we sat in on the panel before his to make sure we got good seats for his. it was a panel with wendy padbury and frazer hines and they were adorable!! by the end of their panel we were literally buzzing tho bc we knew what was next
when paul came in the first thing he did was squint up at the ceiling and complain about the brightness of the lights, like “oh this is quite harsh isn’t it” so they turned them down for him, much to maggie’s chagrin bc she’s a photographer and it made it very hard to take nice photos (look forward to her uploading her photos btw, she got some GREAT shots regardless of lighting)
then we all sang happy birthday to paul, per the interviewer’s instructions! it was v cute. someone uploaded a video of it on youtube. (i took one too, but it was much worse quality)
first question the interviewer asked was what the secret to paul’s eternal youth was, which paul took a SUSPICIOUSLY long time thinking about before finally just claiming it was his insomnia. how not sleeping is supposed to make you look better i have no idea, but it’s clearly not hurting paul’s appearance, despite him “not having slept since the nineties” (his words)
and so on went the panel. it was quite fun, and though i’d heard almost all the anecdotes paul told before, they weren’t ones he’d told a million times and the interviewer asked interesting questions about his brothers and some of his earlier roles.
he also asked him about holby- the most recent episode, even- which i was not expecting lol. he asked paul if gaskell was really dead, and paul was just like “lol it’s a soap, who knows what could happen” and joked about another soap character whose death had turned out to be a dream.
also of note is that paul never called gaskell by name once and exclusively referred to him as “doctor death” lmaooo. i actually know why this is- he mentioned on a radio show a week or so ago that a holby city fan yelled “doctor death!” at him in the street once- but he didn’t....explain this background to the panel audience, so i’m sure many were baffled by it :”D the interviewer was like “so your most recent role, professor john gaskell-” and paul was literally like “ah, yes. doctor death!” asoifjsaij what a dork
^ this pic is actually from the sunday panel but god, actual dork with a heart of gold paul mcgann being juxtaposed next to menacing shots of “doctor death” was never not hilarious
speaking of holby, I GOT TO ASK HIM A QUESTION DURING THE Q & A, and i asked him what it was like working with guy henry! he said working with old friends is tough bc they know all your acting tricks lol. he went on gently roast guy and say he’s looked like he was 40 since they were at rada and that one of their professors told guy that he was the kind of person who wouldn’t find real success until he WAS like 40 bc he just had one of those faces, and lo and behold, that was case. notably, paul said all of this while holding eye contact with me since it was my question, and i was literally trembling by the end of his response bc i can barely hold eye contact with my family members let along PAUL JOHN MCGANN
he also said “fuck” at one point. at another he pulled the cap off his water bottle with his teeth and maggie and i were both like...*sweating*
after that we got our photo ops! then managed to get some food in us, and then i went to get paul’s autograph and give him his bday gift, which i already detailed here [x] so i won’t get into that. notably he also called maggie photogenic and said their photo op looked like a housewarming photo of a couple just moving in. we were both dying afterwards.
theeeen that evening i attended a dinner party for fans with vip passes that the stars also attended! the food was v yummy. there was ice cream too.
unfortunately i didn’t end up at paul’s table, but i was at the table next to him so i may have eavesdropped. my table had jon davey, who plays cybermen and daleks and ood etc, and who was very funny and decidedly attractive, and who at one point pulled out his phone and showed me this video while nearly dying of laughter over it
paul was actually late to the dinner because he crashed a painting panel!!
^ here’s him painting his tardis picture with his dorky ass reading glasses on. what an old man. i love him
he did show up eventually, and ended up drinking a decent amount of red wine and i’m pretty sure got tipsy and at one point misheard the person next to him as saying “penis hands” and was like “penis hands???? PENIS HANDS???”
all my table ended up leaving early but paul’s all stayed hanging on his every word bc that’s the effect he has on people :’)) so i ended up scooting over there just to listen. at one point his assistant came over and whispered to me that paul HAD gotten the letter i gave him with his gift and he WOULD read it tonight and i was like “omg no it’s ok, i didn’t need him to reply asap or anything, i just wanted him to have it!!”
i left the dinner when paul left- his table were the last ones out- and maggie was outside the dinner waiting for me and may have collapsed into a fit of giggles when she saw paul. then we went to our airbnb and fuckin CRASHED because we were so damn exhausted
on to SUNDAY
i started placing bets on what paul would be wearing that day on sunday morning, since i know he only has like three different con outfits that he wears. lo and behold we get to the con and he’s wearing THE EXACT SAME CLOTHES AS SATURDAY. like, down to the scarf and shoes. they were 100% the same.
idk why he was, but he must have washed them, or he must be an ethereal being incapable of sweating because he was just as nice and fresh as the previous day [shrug]
we wandered around the dealer’s room for a bit, maggie bought a vinyl from a charity sale booth and i bought a couple dwms with bb eight on them bc why not
my lovely internet friends and fellow paul superfans @savageinkspillage and @paulmcgannlesbian both paid me to buy them autographs, and i was happy to oblige because it meant i got to talk to paul again
i went up to his booth and he said “good to see you again!!” and told me he was so touched by the birthday card :”0 and thanked me again for the drawing!
i told him what names to sign to for the autographs and there was an incredible moment where i told him to address one to “brittany” and his brain like. short-circuited and he tried to spell it out to me except he spelled it some ridiculous white mom way like “B-R-I-T-N-I-Y” or something and i just stared at him for a moment not sure if he was fucking with me before being like “.....no?”
once i told him “two t’s” he got it and said “like the place!!” and asked me if i knew where brittany was in a stern teacher voice and i was p sure it was france but not 100% so i was just like “d-don’t quiz me”
he also let me take pictures of him holding the autographs that i could send to my friends, which was very sweet!! here’s him with @savageinkspillage‘s.
he was very determined that we let them dry before taking them because he didn’t want them to be smudged, and blew gently on them himself like a dork.
before we could go, he also fully just was like “give me a hug” and got up and hugged me AGAIN. THREE PAUL MCGANN HUGS IN ONE WEEKEND. T H R E E.
then after he hugged me he noticed the bowie vinyl that maggie had just bought in the dealer’s room and was like “!!!!!! is that a vinyl!!!! can i see!!!”
maggie was like “of course” and handed it over and he was FAWNING over the thing and promptly informed us that it was definitely an original print bc it was made of a special sort of material only used to make records in the 70s, and that it had never been played. maggie said she got it for $10 and he was like “TEN BUCKS??”
he also sniffed it because apparently “that’s what you did with vinyls” and took it out of its sleeve (with maggie’s permission) and freakin’ messed with it to show us how bendy the materal was before giving it back to maggie and emphatically telling her to “treasure that”.
he asked us where we got it and i said it was at a table in the dealer’s room, next to where they were keeping his painting from the night before. upon hearing about the painting he was immediately like “noooo don’t remind me of that!! i’m so ashamed!!” and i was like “WTH PAUL NO IT WAS SO GOOD”
here’s paul’s painting!! it’s lovely!!
also at one point maggie’s hoop earring fell out and full on, like, made a break for paul mcgann and rolled behind his chair. she was embarrassed but he just picked it up and messed with it, feigning putting it on his ear and saying he wished he was a girl so he could wear earrings like that and i was like “you should get your ears pierced!” because he SHOULD. he just laughed.
we literally had a whole, like, probably 10 minute conversation with him and he was just so lovely and funny and warm and thanked me one last time for the drawing before we walked away soasifjsaoifj
THEN it was time for his sunday panel!! it was a great change of pace from usual panels, it was called “doctor’s orders” and run by a podcaster who’d based it on advice columns- basically, he asks paul a bunch of questions looking for advice that he’d gathered from fans and paul had to impart his wisdom.
here are just a few choice tidbits from the panel:
q: what do i do if my boyfriend never puts the toilet seat down? paul: get rid of him
q: there are beehives in my house, what do i do?? paul: don’t kill them!! bees are our friends. move out. let the bees have the house instead
q: boxers or briefs? paul: briefs. *pointed look at audience* some of us need the support.
he was asked the trolley problem and said without hesitation that he would move the trolley to kill the one instead of the five. he also endorsed stealing from businesses to feed the hungry (unsurprising because *cough* he’s a socialist). he revealed that he shoplifted all the time as a kid as a right of passage in working class liverpool and asked the audience to raise their hands if they’d ever shoplifted. when a decent amount did, he called it a sign of a healthy society. he doted on his sons quite a bit which was adorable, and said he was the “soft touch” when they were growing up while mum was bad cop.
at one point he said if liverpool won the premiere league he’d “sit naked here in front of you” and then immediately was like “...i don’t know why i said that.” the audience was roaring with laughter the entire time. it was legitimately the funnest panel i’ve ever been too :’0 and we had front row seats!!
at the end, the host opened the panel up to the audience to ask their advice questions, and maggie asked one about how to survive while studying abroad in london next year. paul gently ribbed her at first being like “well, remember to sleep and eat” but then reassured her “you’ll be fine” and i could physically feel her melting beside me.
after the panel he chatted a bit with the women next to us, who i know to be old guards of paul mcgann fandom. i didn’t hear much but i did hear paul refer to “that brexit shit” lol.
the last time maggie and i saw paul, he seemed to be leaving the con and nearly tripped over a remote control cybermat on the way out, which was cute.
all in all...i really don’t have words for how amazing this was. i couldn’t have asked for a better environment to meet my favorite actor in, and i have gained so many wonderful memories that i can’t even keep track of them all, and i can’t wait to do it again.
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Characters: Sam x Reader
Warnings: Sexy ass MF Jared/Sam cause yeah, that’s a warning!
Word Count: 397
A/N: Saw this damn pic and I just...died! Ya’ll bitches (you know who you are) posted this little Jared/Sam spam and DID THIS TO ME!!! My brain short-circuited and this happened. Blame yourselves! And also @winsister91 who said “Post it now!!!”.
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We were all up late last night, drinking and unwinding. The boys had well more than I did. I never drank much and when I did, I just had a really high tolerance. I decided to wake them up with some coffee in bed. They do so much, work so hard. It’s nice to be able to give them caring little treats from time to time.
I knocked on Sam’s door before entering, but didn’t get a response. His room was dark. I flicked on the bedside lamp to see Sam, asleep in his bed, the blankets pulled up, almost covering his head. A little bit of his unruly chestnut hair poking out the top against his pillow.
I sat on the bed beside him, coffee mug in hand, and gently ran my hand along his upper arm.
“Sam,” I whispered, trying not to startle him, “Time to get up, Sweetie.” He groaned and shifted slightly under the covers. I giggled, moving my hand to scratch at his scalp. “Come on, Sleepyhead. I have coffee.”
At that, he shifted, rising from beneath the covers and shifting to a sitting position against the headboard, reaching for the coffee. As he began to sip, my eyes went wide, shamelessly roaming his exposed torso. My eyes travelled from his hand that pushed hair from his eyes, down his flexed bicep, over his toned torso, and finally to his toned and flexed abs where the sheet ended. I bit my lip, my thoughts filling me with a desire to reach out and lick every line and inch of his exposed flesh.
Sam cleared his throat and my eyes swiftly moved to his. A smirk adorned his face. I had been caught. He knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Hmm?” I hummed, still biting my bottom lip. He laughed.
“I said, thanks for the coffee.” He flashed a half-smirk, his eyes narrowed as he allowed them to trail my form, much as I had just done to him.
“Um...you’re welcome.” I stammered, feeling the tension of the moment and suddenly feeling heat in my face from embarrassment. I quickly rose from the bed and out the door. I paused in the hallway, out of sight, with my back to the wall and eyes closed, desperately trying to compose myself. “Fucking Hell!” I muttered to myself as I continued down the hallway.
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