Can you just imagine if you were a actress and Harry came too see you on set one day x ?? :))
It’s currently almost 5am and idk why I got so carried away with this but I did and it’s basically just… pure filth. I don’t know why or how this turned into smut but it just did and I’m not even sorry.
Your eyes would light up the second they fell upon him as he walked up to you on set, a wide smile on his face.
It was currently lunch break for the entire cast and crew, so you quickly scrambled up from your seat to rush over to Harry, who quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.
“Thank you for coming,” you mumbled into his neck, your lips placing a soft kiss on the skin there causing him to let out a quiet sigh.
“F'course love, you know I love seeing you work,” and he would pull away from the hug ever-so-slightly just to flash you his famous grin, his hands squeezing your hips lightly.
This was the first time he’d visited you on set, though of course everyone knew who he was, and knew that he was your boyfriend. You two had kept your relationship a secret for about a year, but when Anne’s iCloud was hacked, a ton of pictures of the two of you were released. Neither of you were really upset about people finding out, it was just the way they found out that upset you both. Anne had felt so guilty, no matter how many times Harry and you assured her that it was really okay.
You had just started getting your foot in the door in acting around the time you and Harry started dating, and you wanted to do it on your own. You didn’t want the fact that Harry Styles was your boyfriend to influence your career in any way, and Harry respected that.
Another year had passed, and you had landed a full time gig on a new tv show, and you promised Harry he would be allowed to visit the set, but only after a few months. You wanted to get to know everyone, and establish yourself on set as your own person, not Harry’s girlfriend. So, when you told Harry he could finally stop by this weekend, he jumped at the opportunity.
A few hours had passed and everyone on set was thrilled to finally meet Harry, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much everyone loved him. As always, he was respectful and kind to everyone who approached him, even the extras who would shyly ask for a picture and an autograph, and you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him if you tried.
Now the two of you were in your trailer, curled up on the large couch together under a warm blanket. Your body was trapped against the couch by Harry’s, his long legs intertwined with yours as his hand rested on your stomach, having snuck under your shirt long ago as the two of you talked about the day.
“Think Jared has a bit of a crush on ya, love,” he was referring to your main costar, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and swat at his chest lightly.
“Supposed to think that, it’s called acting,” and he would just shake his head, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. He knew you were his, never doubted that for a second, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at how close the two of you had been getting on set. Of course he knew it was acting, but he also hated the idea of another’s mans hands on you in any way.
“Hm, dunno. Think I might need to remind ya who ya belong to kitten,” the second the pet name leaves his lips you can feel your heart racing, your thighs clenching at the images that race through your mind at his words. Soon, your body is being trapped underneath his on the couch and his lips are on yours.
His lips are moving against yours like he hasn’t kissed you in months, his tongue prying against your lips for entrance to battle against your own. Your quick to tug at his shirt, signaling that you want it off, and he pulls away only for a second to remove the shirt and toss it across the trailer before his lips are back on yours. His hands are everywhere; he’s already unhooked your bra, though you’re still wearing your shirt so you’re not quite sure why until his hand slides underneath the now loose bra and he pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling the swollen pebble between them and causing you to let out the first moan of many.
“Who makes ya’ moan like that, hm?” Harry’s voice is rough as he pulls away, his lips trailing along your neck as he tugs your shirt off, taking the bra with it and exposing your breasts to the cold air. He sucks in a sharp breath as he looks down at them; no matter how many times he’s seen them, he can’t get over how fucking perfect they are.
“You do,” you sigh out, your hand reaching up to tug at the short curls on the top of his head as his mouth attaches to your nipple, sucking it in between his lips as he grazes his teeth across it.
Your hips are bucking up into his, trying to create friction between your legs where you want him the most. The attention he’s paying to your nipples currently has your panties soaked already, and you just want him inside of you.
“Want you Harry, please,” you plead, tugging at the roots of his hair with one hand as the other moves down to unbutton his jeans.
He stands up quickly, yanking his pants down with his boxers and groaning the second his hard cock is met with the air, the tip already red and leaking. You let out a whine at the sight of it, and he can’t help but smirk as he crawls back on top of you, his hand coming down to stroke his own length.
“S'this what ya want, love?” He’s rubbing the head of his cock along the wet patch on your panties, and thanking his lucky stars you had decided to throw your pants off the second you had gotten into the trailer, “Wan’ my cock inside of your pretty little cunt?” You’re a whining and withering mess underneath him as he presses the head of himself into your clit, your hands gripping onto his forearms.
“Co.. condom.. do you have a condom,” you breathe out quickly, and your heart drops when you hear him curse and see his eyebrows furrow.
“No, fuck,” he’s pressing into you over your panties, his hips stuttering because fuck the condom at this point, but he knows he’s going to have to stop. You’re quiet for a moment, listening to both of your heavy breathing and you’re absolutely throbbing, and you don’t want to wait.
“Okay,” you breathe out, your eyes meeting his and he looks down at you in confusion, “Don’t need a condom really, do we?” And Harry nearly chokes on his own spit, his hips thrusting against your clit harshly, causing you to moan. He would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about how you would feel wrapped around him bare, but it was just something you’d never discussed, “You know I’m clean, I know you’re clean. I’ve got an IUD; I can’t get pregnant, and I just really fucking want you,” you’re basically begging at this point, your words coming out quick and Harry almost laughs because you’re trying to convince him to fuck you bare when he needs no convincing at all.
“Fuckin hell, pet,” he groans, closing his eyes tightly before he opens them once again and works to finally remove your bloody panties, and he may have accidentally ripped them in his rush to get the fucking things off but he doesn’t care right now. “You sure?” He’s quiet when he asks, looking down at you as he lines himself up with your entrance because he wants to make sure this is what you want, he doesn’t want you to regret anything.
“Yes, Harry. Please. Just fuck me,” you whimper, and you swear your heart is about to beat right out of your chest as you stare up at the beautiful man on top of you and you can’t believe how lucky you are.
The second he starts pushing into you, you’re both seeing white spots in your eyes. He knew you were tight and warm, but fuck were you always this tight and warm? And you can feel every vein and ridge on his cock as he coaxes inside of your walls slowly, his hips stuttering as you clench around him out of reflex and he squeezes your hips in a warning. Soon he’s bottoming out and both of you are whimpering and moaning one another’s names and you feel so good wrapped around him he thinks he might cry. Your begging him to move, but he has to take a moment to collect himself because if he doesn’t he thinks he might explode the second he starts moving. Why the hell hadn’t they tossed the rubbers a long time ago?
Finally, after what feels like hours even though in reality it’s only about a minute, he starts thrusting inside of you. His hands have found a home on your hips and he’s gripping onto them for dear life, a silent string of curse words and groans leaving his rosy lips.
Your arms are wrapped around his back, your nails digging into his tan skin and you can barely breathe. All you can manage to do is move your hips with his and wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him into your cunt deeper each time he thrusts inside of you as your head leans back against the couch, your eyes struggling to stay open.
You’re sure you’re being loud, and anyone who walks by your trailer will know 100% what you two are doing, but neither of you care at this moment. He’s fucking you so good and so raw, you’re sure you’ll be able to feel him in-between your legs tomorrow and the thought alone has you clenching around him.
“S'like you were fuckin made f'me,” he breathes into your neck, his thrusts picking up as your nails dig into his back, one of his hands reaching down in-between you and pressing into your clit. He knows he isn’t going to last long this time around, you’re too tight and warm and the feeling is too new, but he wants to make sure you reach your climax.
“Feel so good inside of me, Harry,” you whimper, your eyes finally squeezing shut as you feel your orgasm fast approaching.
He’s keeping a steady rhythm, his cock pounding inside of you as his fingers pinch and knead at your swollen bud and soon enough your toes are curling as your back arches off of the couch. You clench around him and Harry’s cumming inside of you before he can even realize what’s happening, both of you now riding out your orgasms together. You can feel warm spurts of his cum coating your walls and everything mixed together feels like absolute ecstasy, and you’re not even sure if you’re breathing at this point because everything just feels so fucking good.
Soon you two are completely spent, and Harry collapses on top of you, his cock growing soft inside of you as you try to catch your breath.
“M'gonna pull out now, love,” he warns, sitting up slowly before dragging his cock out of your warm cunt. You can feel his release mixed with yours leaking out of you, and Harry’s watching it trickle down your thighs in awe, his fingers moving to collect some of it as he slowly spreads it inside of your walls, and you can’t help but jerk away as he passes over your sensitive clit. He’s smirking now as he looks down at you; you look absolutely fucked out and knowing his cum is now inside of you almost makes him hard again, because you’re completely his.
“Love you,” you whisper sleepily, and Harry leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You two will have to clean up and leave soon, but he isn’t opposed to resting for a few moments.
Hey writers and show runners- maybe lesbian/bi fans and viewers wouldn’t be so “obsessed” or “insane” about f/f ships if hm I dunno, we actually had any god damn representation in television. Wait let me rephrase that, any representation that doesn’t end in getting shot, being stabbed, getting hit by a bus, committing suicide, being cheated on, or ending in some other horrible way you guys make up for “shock value”. Think about that.
is it really a crackpot thoery considering shiro was the blue lion pilot in the og series?
Well, I mean, the crew has said time and time again that they’re not necessarily sticking with the old series when it comes to writing Legendary Defender, and all the things they’ve changed so far are definitely proof of that, but… it could make sense if Shiro was the Blue Paladin.
A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx
I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!
“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.
“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.
You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.
“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.
“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.
“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.
Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.
You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.
“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.
You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.
“Y/N- HURRY UP!’
“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.
You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.
Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.
You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.
I should really start like….putting numbers on them….right??????
Also, lmao, this was ALSO inspired by @waffle-walks and her adorable mistakes on our squad chat. She’s too cute, pls follow her. A Infinity + artist.
Also, reminder, these thingies have no plot whatsoever, they don’t make sense AT ALL. Ok, carry on.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
Lance snickers softly as Keith sends yet another video of Red, the small kitten rolling on the ground, tiny paws reaching for the small blue string thread Keith’s holding above her.
The first five videos Keith has sent had been muted, nothing unsurprising coming from the black haired teen, but as Lance clicks on the nestest video, his eyes widen in surprise when the first thing that echoes around him is Keith’s laughter; soft, fond and at ease.
Lance’s heart melts immediately, his own coos growing as Keith’s giggles continue and Red starts nibbling on the teen’s hand, making his owner to yelp in mock pain.
The video ends and Lance doesn’t hesitate to voice his thoughts.
Sir Lance: That was like the most precious thing ever.
Sir Lance: Both Red and your laugh.
McMullet: WHAT! IT HAD AUDIO? LANCE!
Sir Lance: Hey yo! Not my fault this time. Tho, bless you for blessing me with that.
McMullet: Oh my god, shut up.
Lance chuckles before he switches and press the call button, smiling big when Keith’s face appears on his screen, cheeks flushed and a pout on his lips.
He can not blame Lance for cooing once again at the sight.
“Lance! Shut up, oh my god!” Keith whines, dragging on of his hands over his face in exasperation and Lance raises his only free hand in surrender.
“Okay, okay, alright. Can I see Red, though? Please, I need that precious little bean.”
Keith scoffs from his side of the screen before he smiles and slightly crouches down, gently picking Red form the floor and holding her up to the camera level. “Say ‘hi’, Red.”
The kitten blinks, slightly confused before she meows, waving her paw towards Lance. Keith chuckles before placing her over his shoulder, securing her firmly before turning back to Lance. “Looks like she remembers you.”
“Of course she does.” Lance says confidently, “I was there when we rescued her from the sewer, remember?”
Keith hums, his hand gently rubbing Red’s head. “Yeah, I do. I never really thanked you for that, Lance. I never really planned to have a kitten but now that I have Red, I don’t know what I would do without her.”
Lance’s heart melts, eyes never leaving Keith’s face. “Well,” He starts slowly, clearing his throat, “How would you feel if I tell you that you can thank me with a date?”
The brunet’s heart beats fast against his chest as he watches Keith’s eyes widen in surprise before a pleased excited smile takes over his entire face.
“How would you feel if I tell you yes?” Keith says back, smile never wavering as he puts his cheek to rest against his open palm.
Lance laughs. “Excited, blessed, happy, nervous, incredible, blown away.” He narrates the list, his own grin widening as Keith continues to laugh. “So is it a yes?”
“Hm, I dunno, what do you say, Red?” Keith says, flicking Red’s small ear playfully to catch her attention, earning a poke of a paw on his cheek for it. “I think that’s a yes from Red.”
Hihi, glow in the dark stars anon here, once again ^^. I've noticed you wanted requests so I'm gonna send you one! How about an MC who is very innocent and sweet but as soon as their older brother comes into town, they become a fowl-mouthed memer and is constantly making jokes, and how would the RFA + V + Saeran react to such events. Sorry if it doesn't make sense;; (by the way how was your day? Oh, and keep up the good work my dude !!) <333
hey stars anon!(that’s your nickname now bc i love ya~) my dude, you are like, my favorite anon?? you come up with great ideas wowie wow!! this is me but with my pals..im an only child;;
my day - well yesterday - was good. busy, but good! i’m finally getting over this weird cold. how was yours? ^^ and thank you, again! (/◔ ◡ ◔)/
mc told him their brother was coming to town all excitedly and that they wanted zen to meet him. he agreed. family is important to him! ..yes im still salty about his family¬_¬
also this is like, the first time he’s gonna meet mc’s family its time to Impress
so they go, and zen really doesn’t know what he’s expecting besides hoping their family likes him
their parents were kind of how he thought - nice and sweet, asking him questions
and then their brother came
“mc!” their brother called. he was answered with a hug from them aw sweet not for long, zenny
“hey you nerd!” mc started, and then it pretty much went from there
zen wasn’t really surprised at all the inside jokes they had, but there was? so many?? he had never seen mc make this many jokes
also did mc just say ‘fuck’? he was pretty sure he never heard them say ‘damn’ and now they upgraded to all this??
oh well, their brother liked him
when they left, he got kind of pouty
“babeeee do you feel uncomfortable around me?” “what do you mean?”
“you don’t curse and joke that much with me, and you can, you know!”
he just wants to have as many inside jokes
they were meeting up with mc’s brother for lunch!
he wasn’t going to be in town long, but mc was still so excited
yoosung thought they looked so cute all excited and now he is too
they got to the restaurant first and waited
mc’s brother found them at the table and shook yoosung’s hand before hugging mc
“well now you have to tell me everything about your boyfriend, my dear sibling. and if i have to send him back to hell.”
*cue a slightly scared yoosung*
“i’ll tell you he’s better than that shithead you dated last year.”
*cue a surprised yoosung now*
who are you and what have you done to my mc?
things continued this way, and they even started laughing at memes together
they made one of their brother’s old girlfriend…ok that one was funny
after lunch, yoosung kind of observes them for a while
they stumble while walking once and mutter, “oh dang-”
mc when your brother accidentally kicked you under the table, you said something much worse
oh well, he’s happy he got to see a new side of mc
their brother dropped by the cafe right after they closed, but of course they let him in
jaehee made him a cup and he said it was the best coffee he’s tasted
“is your tea this hot too?” he asked
she was about to answer seriously, but mc knew better
“it sure as hell is, and i have so many stories to tell you”
jaehee’s like: …how did we get from tea to stories
and then mc starts telling him about all the shit i apparently put the cafe through stories of customers and stuff
it was the same stories mc and her told everyone, but mc added more emphasis and..curse words in this retelling
if jaehee could become her question mark emoji, she would right then
at one point, mc told her to come sit with them
so she did, sitting next to mc
“there’s one last thing I haven’t told you, dear brother.” they say
but before they continue, they kiss jaehee’s cheek. “meet my girlfriend”
on the inside, jaehee was yelling because girlfriend!! but also cause she thought he knew–
their brother paused for a minute before whispering, “et tu, brute?”
and that’s how mc and jaehee found out their brother is also gay wow
he invited their brother to the penthouse
he brought out the fancy wine, elizabeth was on her best behavior, things were good
and mc’s brother was nice and seemed to like him
so all in all, the evening went well
except that jumin spent almost half of the evening being confused
because first off, when did mc get such a foul mouth what the he ck
and second, what is a ‘meme’?
“woah, wait. your boyfriend doesn’t know what a meme is, mc? hm…i dunno if i like him”
“calm your tits, brother. memes aren’t everything.” are u sure, mc?
jumin is lowkey like ‘how can he calm his tits wtf’
anyways, mc’s brother assures that he was kidding and that he actually really likes jumin
who’s the real winner now
when their brother left, mc went back to being the innocent mc he knew
“…my love?” “yes, jumin?” “what just happened?”
he’ll get used to it
707 / luciel / saeyoung
when they told him their brother was in town, he yelled for a little bit
how is this dork gonna impress mc’s family?
decides he needs to clean the bunker
amazingly, he does it without vanderwood’s help a miracle
almost puts on a suit, but mc stops him
when their brother came over, mc’s attitude completely changes
and saeyoung just observes them for a while and realizes what he has to do
it’s literally just channel the 707 attitude. which he is an expert in doing
and now…let the memes begin
oh, mc’s brother likes this guy
it goes better than expected. they’re practically best friends now
the only thing is, saeyoung doesn’t curse that much
so after their brother leaves, he’s like “mc, i didn’t know you had such a potty mouth!”
watch them feign innocence for a bit
it doesn’t work, but everyone’s still happy
v / jihyun
came over to mc’s apartment to find their brother with them
it was a surprise
“oh, nice to meet you!”. they all sit and chat
v could’ve sworn he heard mc threaten their brother not to make any blind jokes
something along the lines of “make one blind joke and so help me, i will fucking murder you”
v feels like he should be scared
there are no blind jokes, but there are a lot of memes
which he also doesn’t understand that well, but he catches on faster than jumin
“mc, I need to teach your boyfriend the art of memes.”
ooh now v is really scared
but it goes better than he expected
his favorite ones are now the bee movie memes and ‘bees?’
he tried it once with the whole rfa around, like jumin asked when the next party date was and he just looked at him and went: “bees?”
mc was so proud. jumin felt betrayed. saeyoung lost his shit.
they got that on video and when they showed their brother: “mc, marry this man right now”
they met at mc’s work
saeran was picking them up and they ran into mc’s brother
“oh! i didn’t know you were back in town!” “yeah. surprise!!”
saeran is like lowkey scared at first
but then the Truth Is Revealed
and now he almost hates himself
why is he always stuck with the memers
even mc got pulled into this, his one saving grace
though he found it kinda hot when they cursed, he just wanted to kiss them
heyy bringing back my saeran is ace headcanon haha no smut for you
anyways, though saeran doesn’t like memes, he understands them and can joke with mc’s brother
mc’s brother likes him
when he leaves, saeran is so glad they’re back to the mc he knows more
except like, hey, maybe curse more
they end up doing so when they figure out they get more kisses that way
After lighting some candles for my sister, Nicola and I collapsed onto the sand.
“Do you believe in the afterlife?” I asked.
“Hm, yes and no. I believe that the spirit lives on, but I don’t think that ghosts are real.”
“I don’t either. My parents and grandparents say that they’ve seen the ghosts of my great-grandparents, but I think that they’re just seeing things. God, imagine if Destiny came back to visit….” I pondered, staring up at the beautiful night sky and hoping that Destiny was staring back at me.
A/N: this took me no time to write ooooo boy.. it’s a little short but i think it ended at a good point. idk. i hope the anon who requested draco likes this hehe
word count: 598
warnings: none :)
You walk down the hallway, books pressed to your chest, head held high. Suddenly, some bloke with white blond hair, staring at the floor, walks right into you, almost knocking you over. “Oi! Watch where you’re going!” He shouts at you. You realize you’re being yelled at by Draco Malfoy.
You narrow your eyes at him. Just because he’s a Malfoy, he thinks he can walk all over everyone. “You were the one that walked into me.” You tell him, a hint of sass in your voice.
He looks at you, disgusted and aghast. “What did you just say?”
You smirk at him and scoff, somewhat happy to get a rise out of him. “What? You need glasses and a hearing aid, now? Would’ve expected a bit more from the Prince of Slytherin, but whatever.” You shrug.
He’s speechless as he stares at you, walking to your next class. “Aye! What’s your name?!” He calls from down the corridor.
“Y/N!” You yell back.
It’s a few days later. The encounter is still lingering in your thoughts. You’re pretty proud of yourself for standing up to him. He was so shocked to see you talk back.
So, you’re sitting at breakfast, minding your own business, when your friend points Draco out to you. Apparently, he’s been glancing up at you the whole time. “Ya know, if you have something to say, just bloody say it.” You grumble, as you approach him.
He scowls at you and grabs your arm, more gently than you would have expected. He pulls you out into the hall. “What makes you think you can talk to me like that?” He crosses his arms.
You shrug. “You’re just a guy. I don’t see the big deal.”
“I’m the Prince of Slytherin!” He barks at you.
“The self-proclaimed Prince of Slytherin.” You rebut with a snicker.
He growls, “Don’t you dare talk to me like that ever again.”
You chuckle at this. “And what if I do? Then what?”
He abruptly places both his hands on your cheeks and brings your face to his. His lips are warm and soft, like velvet. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you open your mouth slightly, allowing him access. After a moment, he pulls away. You can’t say that you aren’t shocked. You both regain your breath.
“I mean,” You break the relative silence. “a simple ‘I think you’re cute,’ or a nice ‘wanna get a butterbeer sometime,’ would’ve sufficed.”
He grins. “Where’s the fun in that?” He retracts his hands. “You’re actually very pretty, Y/N.”
You chuckle. “Well, um, yeah.” You bite your lip, now slightly flustered. “All this flattery, yet you still haven’t asked me out or anything.”
“Fine.” He sighs. “Would you wanna sit with me at dinner tonight?”
“Hm. I dunno. We’ll see how I’m feeling when the time comes.” You give him a cheeky smirk, turning back toward the Great Hall.
“Hey! That’s not fair!” He whines.
You smile to yourself as you sit back down with your friends, knowing damn well that you were sitting with him at dinner that night.
“I don’t get it.” You whisper to Draco, who you’re now sitting next to at the Slytherin table. He looks over at you and tilts his head, reminding you of a puppy. “One minute you were complaining about me being snippy with you, then the next you were sucking on my face.”
His cheeks flush slightly. “What can I say? I like a girl with a bit of an attitude.” He winks at you and squeezes your hand.
Summary: When you’re on a boat with Maui, shapeshifter, demigod of the wind and sea, and hero to all, you really shouldn’t try to get on his nerves. Moana has yet to learn this. Word Count: 1,063 A/N: Shoutout to @gigglepudge for coming up with the concept of this fic and being kind enough to let me use it! Hopefully I did it justice, for my first story on here. <3 -Blush
The sun had climbed to the highest peak of the sky. Its golden rays beat harshly down onto the backs of two travelers sailing across a vast, seemingly endless sea. The light glinted and reflected in the water all around. If one squinted, it almost looked like innumerable diamonds shining like stars as far as the eye could see.
The travelers were not paying attention to the beauty around them, though. At present, they were far too engrossed in each other to cast so much as a thought to their surroundings.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying?”
The words were technically divine, though they hardly sounded like it. Even Maui was at least vaguely aware of how childish he sounded. In his defense, though, he was dealing with a child.
Moana just huffed and rolled her eyes dismissively, as she always did. “You know, I could say the same about you!”
“You really couldn’t,” he deadpanned, stifling a yawn. “You forget I pulled your whole world up from the sea.”
Moana put a hand on her hip and raised a brow. “Did I forget? Sorry, it’s so hard to pay attention when you talk. You’re just so boring,” she shrugged nonchalantly.
Maui scoffed indignantly. “Excuse me? I’m the most interesting creature you’ve ever met, princess.” His words were brash, but his tone was oddly bereft.
Over 100,000 words in the English dictionary, and not one of them could expression the emotions that whirled inside of them as they held the letter within their hands. Slender fingers trembled carefully, one hand gently securing the parchment on their grip as fingers followed underneath each handwritten work, each swirling letter. Talk of angels finding their pedestal once again? Sweet thoughts that banished the harsh nightmares? A beautiful confession, yet so much sorrow behind his words – knowing just how much pain Ravus was in.
And yet, he found peace with them? Wishing for them to be his angel and lift him to salvation? A responsibility like that would require undying devotion – an oath that no matter what may come, the pain and demons that plague Ravus will no longer be able to taint such a beautiful soul… Their eyes hung down as they gripped the parchment a bit tighter in thought. Yet soon, a soft smile and gaze spread over their face while they returned the letter to its envelope and tucked it away into their inner coat pocket closest to their heart.
Only later did they return a gift to the high commander – only one short message attached to a single red rose…
‘No matter the pain, know that I am there in your heart to mend it. Forever your sweetest angel, with love. Until fate brings us together again, S. Edmonton’
a/n: happy 4/20, I wholeheartedly believe Pete smokes pot. Summary: Sonny comes clean about his deal with Pete, but it might be too late Warning: whoops made it angsty, cannabis mentioned, cursing, inclinations of police brutality annnnnd it’s a rough draft so you know, raw-uneditted shit.
The gaseous smells of paint trickled out between small alleyways where apartment building met apartment building. No one could smell it, the sickly chemical scent was buried under the smog of cars, big buildings, pollution but that was New York for those who lived there. New York was a shithole, it spots where people made an effort to look nice. The city rich sprinkled potpourri over the places where the shitstains didn’t stink to much. They glorified the idea of a big city with diverse joys.
Joys only tourists and the rich can benefit from.
It was here where the smog hung low, where the police sat on corners waiting for a slipped up teen, where the chemical spray cans made their mark on walls, where Pete lived his life. Pete’s life had been one bad move after another. He dropped out of school after hanging with the wrong crowd. He was constantly being chased out of stores and chased down by cops. The only place Pete was safe was among his people. No one in this little strip of pavement ratted Pete out. He was one of those ‘harmless’ thugs. Just a little nobody kid that wasn’t going to do much trouble, it would have been too much effort to throw him to the dogs.
All of the bad moves Pete made in life mirror all the right strokes he made with his paint can. He ran his hand over his paint splattered sweats that hung dangerously low on his waist. The top of his boxers exposed, as the elastic squeezed his bony hips. He stared down his next canvas, a dead end alley between two buildings. A huge, unmarked brick wall in a dark, dank dump spot. Perfect.
“Yo.” He spoke without looking back. “Wass’ good, Sunshine.”
“Maaan” Sonny groaned, he had tried to be extra sneaky this time. Sonny swore Pete had ears like a hunting dog but Pete knew he was no hunter. Not on these streets, Pete had ears of a prey animal. He had senses of survival. Sonny felt a blush grace the tops of his freckled face, flustered he turned his hat forward and pulled the brim down. “How did you even know it was me?”
Pete looked over his shoulder, paint can in his hand. He shook the can as he deliberately made Sonny wait for his answer. “I felt you” he smirked, Sonny’s face took on a confused look. He turned back to his wall finding the urge to paint something. Sonny did that to him. Pete meant it, he felt him coming. Sonny filled the room like sunlight. In this dark, damp ghetto Sonny was like…a lotus flower. A budding beautiful thing growing out of muck and mud of shit and poverty. Would it be too cliche for Pete to say Sonny was the best thing that happened to him? Because it was true. Sonny was Pete’s muse. He couldn’t paint a thing without thinking ‘would Sonny like this?’
“You felt me, well did you feel this!” Sonny lunged towards him and roughly pounced on Pete. He forced the guy to stumble a bit, while Sonny took the chance to wrap his arms around him. He hugged him from behind and poked his head over Pete’s shoulder eyeing the wall with only a few streaks of blues over it. “Whatcha paintin’ picasso?”
“Hm dunno yet.” Pete looked over the blues and wonder what they’d be. He didn’t start a thing knowing what he would make. He waited for the wall to call him to, for the paints to speak to him. “What do you see?” He peeked over at Sonny who looked at even random streaks like a Monet painting. Sonny had enough belief to make every tag a piece of work.
“I see a rainbow.”
“…Sonny you’re fucking gay.” Pete chuckled, “you’re welcome~”
“As a matter of factly I’m bisexual. Cuz’ Nina is still hot” Sonny smirked a bit feeling Pete angrily rip Sonny’s arms off him. He started spraying the wall angrily. If his face got any hotter it would have caught fire from the mix of heat and chemical spray. “But I’m in love with this cutie right here.” Sonny slapped Pete’s butt, only getting a grunt in response. “But seriously, man, I see a rainbow…like you got that dark blue–”
“With that other blue–”
“Ok, Pete, I ain’t the artist here, das you boo.” Sonny backed up a bit and watched his boyfriend get to work. Sonny climbed on top of a closed dumpster and watched magic happen. Sonny was in love with his boyfriend’s mind. The way he could look at a wall and a couple of colors then boom, art. He was a creator, like a god. He made something that spoke out of nothing. That mind saw things that weren’t there like a …a magician. Pete was one of those things in the ghetto Sonny called a gem.One of the kids that Sonny knew if he was given half of the shit they deserved, alittle more attention, a little more help, Pete would have been in art school. Pete would have been famous.
At least to Sonny, Pete was somebody. Sonny leaned back against the dumpster and listened to the hissing of the paint cans, the clattering as Pete shuffled between colors. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and slowly he felt a pair of lips against his. “Yo, it’s done.” He moved off the top of Sonny.
“Jesus Pete…” Sonny sat up and looked over the art. It was basically like the starry night painting Sonny had seen once. Except the stars were more like suns, and the colors weren’t muted blues and night colors. They were vivid, hot shades of the rainbow. “…it’s amazing.”
Pete rolled his eyes and began rummaging through his pockets. “You say that about everything I make.”
“Thats cuz’ you’re talented…you’re like…the Banksy of our generation.” Sonny watched as with a small arched eyebrow as Pete placed a small, brown cigarette looking piece between his lips.
“Who?” Pete chuckled, he pulled a lighter right after and lit up his blunt. He could feel Sonny’s wry gaze on him. He puffed a few times, watching his good boy of a boyfriend eye the street watching for the police. “Hey…” He pulled the blunt out of his mouth and wiggled his eyebrow. “Gimme a beso, baby”
“Pete, you’re gonna get caught and you’ll be kissin’ bars soon.” Sonny grunted, though the half lidded gaze Pete gave him undid his conscience. He hopped off the dumpster and stood in front of Pete, his fingers reaching for the blunt. His fingers grabbed nothing, Pete pulled away and took another drag holding the smoke in his mouth. “That’s how it is?” He frowned as Pete smiled with his cheeks puffed up with cannabis fumes. Sonny leaned in and kissed him, his tongue forcing the vault of his mouth to open.
The first thing he tasted was the weed. The taste of the plant smoke hit the back of his taste buds and sent a small cringe to his face. It was bitter, but that was quickly masked by Pete’s taste. His mouth hot from taking hits right from the blunt, it made Sonny only want to kiss him more. Their weed boated tongues lazily battled it out. They exchanged breathy kisses, Pete periodically pulling away to take another drag from the blunt and share more smoke with Sonny.
Weed was only fun if Pete was sharing otherwise Sonny never smoked.
Soon the drug kicked in, and Sonny felt that wave of chill come over him. His senses diluted in some places and heightened in other. He felt a calm and sleep like happiness wash over him. “You’re such a pothead…” Sonny giggled, wrapping his arms around Pete’s neck. He hung there for a moment letting Pete’s body hold him up as he laughed. “Petey~ the pot~ head~”
“I ain’t a pothead, I can stop any time.” Pete smirked, “I’ve got a better drug right here.” He kissed all along Sonny’s neck. “I got a handful of sunshine.”
Sonny felt like Pete’s sun. As if he really was the center of this man’s world. “I love–”
Woop Woop, that was the sound of the police.
“SHIT.” Pete quickly peeled himself off Sonny and started tossing paint cans back into his bag. He should have been faster, he jumped on top of the dumpster and pulled the fire escape ladder down. “Sonny, lets go.”
Sonny was not meant for the streets. Usnavi did a good job keeping Sonny on the straight and narrow most of the time, so running from the police was still one of those ‘frozen in fear’ moments for him. He snapped out of it and started towards the dumpster when he noticed the blunt was on the ground. Pete must have dropped it. In a moment of hurried anxiousness he grabbed the blunt, so there would be no evidence for the cops. He couldn’t risk them trying to run DNA and catching Pete. Not that they would but the cops these days looked less and less like they were on the side of reason and logic. Sonny kept the joint tight in his hand as he scaled the fire escape with Pete. The took it to the rooftop and walked across to the other side ofthe building and shimmied down the other firescape. They did this several times, weaving between buildings, climbing up and down.
No wonder Pete was fit. It wasn’t an easy life. Sonny felt his arms and legs burn like he had ran a marathon. They reached the De La Vega corner store and Pete stopped there. “I better go before your cousin chases me down.”
“Hey…don’t say that, Usnavi he likes you…” Sonny was a terrible liar. Pete didn’t bother fight him, he kissed his boyfriend softly, then playfully flicked the hat off his head. “Bye.”
“See ya, sunshine.”
Pete kept moving like a real life Aladdin. Sonny watched him disappear across the street and up another fire escape. He giggled to himself, slowly backing into the store door.
“Sonny, you’re late.” Usnavi sounded like a broken record. “Pick up a broom and sweep up.”
“K’” Sonny shrugged off his jacket and in a moment he opened his hand the joint fell out of it. Usnavi’s keen eyes didn’t miss a thing that landed on his floor. He walked over and nearly shoved Sonny into the shelves. Slowly be picked up the blunt and could smell it, it was lit not too long ago.
“Sonny what the fuck is this?” Usnavi held out the paper wrapped cannabis to his teenage cousin. “Sonny, what the FUCK IS THIS?” His voice got louder, angrier. Sonny slowly felt fear claw up his throat, nervous fear, he didn’t like being yelled at. No kid did, but Sonny especially. He struggled to find the words so Usnavi’s anger bulldozed him. “Sonny are you fucking nuts? Have you lost your fucking mind? Este maldito muchacho de diablo (This damn fucking kid). Where are you getting this from, hm?”
Sonny froze. Usnavi took a moment for his anger to calm for a second. He had a moment of clarity. He knew Sonny. He knew the boy he helped raise and kept on raising. Sonny didn’t deal, Sonny didn’t buy. Sonny didn’t smoke. Sonny didn’t, who…
“Fuckin’ Pete isn’t it? You’ve been messing around with that low life-” “Navi’!” “Thug ass kid, Sonny he’s a criminal! He tags public buildings and fucking does pot!” Sonny felt hot angry tears prick at the edges of his eyes, waves of emotion rolled over him but he stood his ground. The tsunami of emotions wouldn’t wash him away. “Pete is an artist! And Pot isn’t that bad…”
“Have you been smoking too?” Usnavi charged, he tried to find signs of being high in Sonny. Red eyes, flushed face…but it was hard to tell. “Sonny, you’re going to school, you’re gonna get yourself fucked up out there. DO YOU KNOW WHAT COPS DO TO KIDS LIKE YOU?” He tossed the blunt in the trash and grabbed Sonny by the shoulders.
Sonny met Usnavi’s glare, but there wasn’t anger anymore. It was pure, unnerving fear.
“Do you know what happens to kids like you? One joint and cops are gonna pick you up, you’ve seen the news. Cops pick up kids like you and next thing you know you’re dead. You try to talk back, you’re dead. Do you understand that? Do you want to DIE on me Sonny?” Usnavi couldn’t, his heart couldn’t take another loss of the family. He couldn’t lose his Sonny. “You stay away from Pete. I swear…Sonny, he’s going to get you killed.”
“Navi’…” Sonny sniffled, his face was hot, the tears rolling down felt like magma against his flushed skin. Of course he knew…and he knew better than to play around with Pete like that. Pete did some stuff but that didn’t define him. This hood didn’t define him! “I can’t…”
Usnavi gave him a hard look, as if he was two seconds away from slapping Sonny. “What?”
“I…” He licked his lips trying to find the right words.
“You what? You think your lame ass friend is more important than your life?”
“No.” He sobbed a bit. Why couldn’t he think straight? Why couldn’t Usnavi back up for a second and not yell. His brain ached and throbbed as he searched every lobe in his brain for an answer.
“No what Sonny? No you think he’s more important, no he’s not a lame ass?” He hissed.
“No..just…no…he…” He hiccuped, his breathing was fast and irregular, his mind was melting he couldn’t find it. All he could say was no. No to all of it, no to this. He wanted to eject right out of his body right now and be somewhere else.
Usnavi pulled away from Sonny, finally giving him a moment of space. He took off his hand and roughly ran his hand through his hair. “…If I see him anywhere near I’m callin him in.” Usnavi wasn’t a snitch. He didn’t believe anyone in the hood was bad, but if some little punk was hell bent on bringing his cousin down…well blood was always thicker than water. He was going to keep Sonny safe even if it came at the expense of another youth.
The tear soaked tea felt a lump in his throat. He swallowed hard as the reality hit him. Pete wouldn’t stay away. He knew Pete enough, he knew Pete loved him as much as Sonny did him. So he could see it, Usnavi calling him in. Pete would be…No.
The streets would be bare again. Brick canvases would never light up with the life Pete gave them. Empty spray cans wouldn’t dot the corners were Pete had been. Random masterpieces hidden in corners that no one would ever see them wouldn’t be little surprises to the lost passerby or the hiding alley way drunk. No more, ‘hey sunshines’.
“What.” He grumbled half ready to fight Sonny if he tried to test him now. “What is it?”
“Pete…he…I…” He licked his lips a little, “I love him.”
when (if?) destiel goes canon, what type of episode do you think it'll be?! for instance, the series finale, or a season finale (also, mid-season), or do you think it will end up being just some random episode?
Hm I dunno, I feel like the “grand moment” ie. Human!Cas, explaining his choice which would be in part a romantic declaration, might be a midseason finale or finale but still not necessarily overtly romantic on both sides, maybe with 10% leeway to still be familial or wtv but then it becomes clear over the next few episodes that they are actually romantically together in a subtle way.
It kinda fits for a show thats been dragging it out for a decade in the subtext to show them just being together and not changing the story overall, just adding that they are happy and together, without it impacting the overall show other than that they have both gotten to their individual endgames before anyway, which allows them to be together and therefore are happy because of each other but also their own arc. But their actual characteristics and the monsters etc haven’t changed. That’s kinda the point of both their story and the representation of Dean being queer and dropping his facade at the same time - that it doesn’t CHANGE him as a character, just makes him happier as he can’t be with the guy he loves and have the things he wants without feeling guilt or shame.
This is why I feel that the “revelation to Sam” moment kinda fits to be casual and just “and what?” and for Sam to be just happy for them and totally non plussed cos he is just happy it finally happened, even if I’m not 100% on Shipper!Sam i think he will be for sure by the time it happens, I mean 12x10 was ridiculous, add that to 12x12, 12x19, 12x20 etc… I don’t see how Sam can be surprised by the time it happens especially with season 13 ramping it up.
On the other hand I have literally no idea and this is just my random Sunday morning ramblings :D