i want room service!

i've been seeing a lot of au posts for two person ships but not 3(+) person ships so here we go
  • “the ride we want to go on is three people a cart and we’d rather choose a stranger to sit with than have one chosen for us plus you look relatively not sweaty want to join us” au
  • “two people started hitting on me at this bar at the same time and they’re both hot af best night ever” au
  • “i accidentally took the seat that was between a couple because they were fighting and now i have to deal with them fuck” au
  • “i’m your waitress and i totally thought you two were dating because of the heart eyes you’re making at each other but now that i know you’re not i kinda want to ask one of you out but i also feel like you should be together because of said hearteyes” au
  • “it’s the apocalypse and we’re like the only ones still alive high five want to have celebratory sex” au
  • “accidentally got really famous overnight and now i have a manager and an agent and tbh they’re both really hot how am i supposed to cope with this” au 
  • “turns out hogwarts students only give you weird looks when you date multiple people from multiple other houses huh who knew” au
  • “there was supposed to be a party here tonight but no one showed up but us including whoever the fuck’s house this is want to see what’s in their Netflix queue” au
  • “i booked this hotel room cause i wanted some time away with my girlfriend but we ordered room service and the server who brought it up is hella hot should we ask them to join us” au
  • “we’re all in the waiting room on the delivery floor of the hospital but someone none of us are here waiting for our own kids to be born we’re all here for friends how weird is that” au
  • “we’re the only ones in this bar literally what the fuck it’s like a thursday night” au
  • “i am very drunk and flirting with multiple people because my vision is blurry enough i can’t actually tell how many of you there are” au
  • “you’re a total asshole but your girlfriend definitely isn’t” au
  • “we didn’t come to this con together but we’re all dressed as various members of a team so everybody’s making us pose together” au
  • “I WILL BEAT YOU ALL AT MARIO KART IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO also wanna make out. like. all of us. at the same time. i might be high on adrenaline but the point still stands” au

‘also:

  • flight attendants au
  • tour guides au
  • con artists au
  • cop duo/helpful but curious scientist au
  • roommates au
  • group project au
  • only people aware of upcoming epidemic au
  • band au
  • i cannot stress that last one enough just like a band that is all together imagiNE THE MEDIA CONFUSION
  • owning a restaurant together au
  • TAs of same shitty teacher au
  • camp counselors that live for the confusion of the kids trying to figure out who’s with who au
  • youtubers who everyone wants to collab doing a video together to reveal they’re dating
  • parent teacher meeting au
  • waiting for a flight for 10+ hours au
  • deaf person/only people who know sign language in the whole fucking building au

Player: Dylan Strome – Arizona Coyotes

Prompt: You are suspicious of Dylan and Connor’s “Guy Time.”

Mentions: Connor McDavid

Warnings: Angst & Cursing.

Preview: “I can hear you pouting through the phone. Are you mad because you actually have to share your boyfriend?” she chuckled.

Characters: 1199 words.

The Masterlist can be found Here. 

Originally posted by smolsnakeking

You were laying on the couch of your hotel room flipping through pointless channels on the TV. You and Dylan had come to visit with Connor in Edmonton. Your phone was laying on your chest, you best friend on speaker.

“So let me get this straight you’re on vacation with your boyfriend, and you’re calling me because you’re bored?”

You sighed. “He’s out with Connor and I wasn’t allowed to go. It’s Eerie Boy Time or however, Dylan put it. Golf or some shit.”

“I can hear you pouting through the phone. Are you mad because you actually have to share your boyfriend?” she chuckled.

“I am not pouting. I’m just bored and nothing is on TV.” You groaned.

“So send Dylan a snapchat of you naked. He’ll be back in the room before you know it.”

“I am glad you are amused by this.”

She continued to laugh as you said your goodbyes and continued to aimlessly flip through the channels.

You were on episode four of say yes to the dress when you heard the hotel room door click.

“Hey Babe, I’m back.”

You looked towards the small hallway where the room was connected to the door. He poked his head around the corner.

“Your best friend isn’t very nice.”

You looked towards him scrunching your face in confusion.

He chuckled.

“I got a text message saying my girlfriend was waiting naked in my bed for me. You are neither in bed nor naked.”

You rolled your eyes making a mental note to thank her for that.

What would you like to do for dinner, my love? Restaurant or Room service?

“Well I am very invested on whether or not Cathy here finds a dress in time for her wedding and I also don’t want to change.”

“Room Service it is, now which one is Cathy?” Dylan asked picking up the room service menu.

Dylan ordered you both dinner and took his seat next to you on the couch. You cuddled into his side and took in his familiar scent, one that was way too in place for someone who had been at golf all day. You kinked your eyebrow unnoticed and decided to give Dylan a few more minutes of thinking he was going to get it past you.

After another episode of Say Yes to Dress and a few stupid comments from Dylan, your room service had arrived.

You sat across from your boyfriend as he dug into his burger. You took a bite of a French fry. “So what did guy stuff entail?” you questioned.

“Oh, just golf.”

“For eight hours?”

“You know Connor sucks.”

“You didn’t sweat at all either?”

“Guess I have good deodorant?” he quipped unsurely, you knew he was lying.

“So what were you really doing Dylan?” you asked tilting your head to the side as you took a sip of your drink.

“It’s just guy stuff Y/N.” he tried.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Connor. He will tell me.”

“He will not!” Dylan defended quickly.

“McDavid is an easy break, hate to tell you that.” You chirp with a giggle.

Dylan groaned. You reached for your phone but he stopped you.

You took another bite. “Why are you being so secretive?”

“Why are you being so nosey?” He shot back.

“Because you’re getting defensive.”

He sighed loudly, obviously annoyed. “I’m not getting defensive. It was just guy stuff like I said.”

You shook your head.

“Will you just drop it?” he tried again. You knew he was getting frustrated but that didn’t stop you. You wanted to know what he was hiding, ignoring all concerns of angering him.

“Dylan, what’s so important that you have to hide it from me?”

“This okay!” He slammed the ring box onto the small table you both were huddled around.

You felt your breathing hitch. Dylan groaned again and rubbed his hand down his face.

“Don’t worry it’s not what you think, it’s just a promise ring but it’s all the same, I was going to surprise you but you wouldn’t leave it alone.”

He stood up angrily and threw his chair back into the table, storming across the room towards the balcony.

You bit your tongue, ignoring the curiosity nipping at the back of your mind. You sighed knowing very well you had fucked up. You cleaned up from dinner and sat on the couch, Dylan needed time to cool off or it would just make things worse.

You tried your best to focus on the TV show. It did no good, it was just pictures flashing across the screen. You couldn’t hear what was going over your own thoughts swirling around your head.

You continued to glance over in Dylan’s direction watching as he stared into the skyline occasionally wringing his hands.

You finally decided enough time had passed, it had only been 15 minutes but it felt like years.

You slowly pulled the door open trying to be quiet but Dylan glanced up at you the moment you stepped out.

“Hi.”

“Hi” he answered slowly looking back down on his hands.

“I’m sorry Dylan, I let my doubts control my actions and I should have just let it go.” You said quietly looking down at your own hands as you sat down.

You heard him get up from his seat, you thought he went to go inside still upset with you. What you didn’t expect is him kneeling in front of you lifting your head to look at him.

“Doubts? Baby. What did you think? You know I would do nothing to hurt you. Ever.”

You nodded as he wiped the new tears gracing your cheeks. “I know baby. I just can’t help it sometimes.” You sniffled.

He brought you into his chest and you wiped a few more tears.

“Any chance we just pretend that didn’t happen, I didn’t look at whatever is in that box, I’ll even act surprised…” you tried.

Dylan offered you a chuckle in return. “Come with me you, dork.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the room. He led you to the table, grabbing the lone ring box.

“Babe I got you this promise ring, to remind you that I will always love you and no matter what doubts your silly little mind might come up, I will always be here. And one day, I am going to marry you, putting all those doubts to rest, well for the most part.

Dylan opened the ring box to reveal the most gorgeous ring. Dylan pulled the ring from the box and placed it upon your finger. He wiped the new happier tears from your cheeks.

“I love you Dylan, God I love you., God I love you.” You took his face in your palms and kissed him.

He kissed you back and chuckled.

“You better call Connor and tell him you liked it! He was very persistent on this one actually.”

You giggled as you both facetimed your boyfriends other half.

5

Tony!Stark x Daughter!Reader

Part One

Proof read and edited by @heyitskatrina


You lay on the hotel bed with your suit’s helmet on. An earpiece wedged in your ear as you listened to the message over and over again; he was ok. 

Just like New York, he’d somehow who survived. 


 “(Y/N), sweetie you need to sleep.” Pepper sighed as she sat next to you and gently pulled your helmet off. 


 “Can’t we call someone, or go and help?… Auntie Nat would help!” You gasped as she stroked your hair and chuckled. 

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Fitting rooms are not optional!
  • Guest: Can I just have my daughter try these on here, since your fitting rooms are all the way in the back corner of the store? I don't feel like going all the way back there.
  • [child in question is eleven]
  • Me: No.
  • Guest: But she's wearing underwear!
  • Me: All guests are expected to use the fitting rooms in order to avoid making the other guests uncomfortable.
  • Guest: Is this making you uncomfortable?
  • Me: ... Well, yeah.
  • Guest: You're terrible, and this is completely unreasonable! I want to speak to a manager!

“I see the way you look at me. I know you see the way I look at you. It’s only a matter of time before one of us loses this game we’ve set up for ourselves.”


“Vivian,” Zen’s voice rings out loud and clear as he calls the young woman’s name who passed him by in the hallway.

The maid stops in her steps and turns back around to approach the young man. Keeping a rehearsed and polite smile on her face, Vivi offers a respective bow with her hands folded neatly in front of her. “Yes, Master Zen?” She only calls him by that name when alone; otherwise, she usually would have addressed him as “Master Hyun”.

Zen’s fingers cup her chin, tilting her head upwards to look at him. She can see the whirlstorm of emotions behind his eyes, and for a moment, she almost finds herself lost and consumed in them. Zen’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts.

“I lose,” he finally acknowledges in a low whisper, but despite his admittance of defeat in their unspoken game, his voice still holds power and authority that makes Vivi weak in the knees. “Come to my room later tonight. There’s a special service I want from you specifically.”

Biting back the triumphant smirk that threatens to cross her lips, Vivi answers, “As you wish, Master Zen.”


Master/Maid AU with Zen and my OC because I am so incredibly weak for these kinds of stories. I was gonna make this a full blown out thing, but I lack motivation, ahhhh… Maybe I’ll just draw/write random scenes? Or I might actually write out a full fic. I dunno. I do know for sure that I’ll be uploading some concept art or sketches at some point.
I actually have other AUs I want to draw Zen/my OC in, but eh.

[Art Commissions] | [Writing Commissions]

The Love That’s So Uncut And Raw

Whoop! I’m back with another narry fic! (This is also on Ao3)

Summary:

“What the fuck are we doing?” He asks, breathless and panting when they part. Their noses are brushing together, the smallest tickle of a touch as they breath in each others air. He doesn’t know what this question will lead to.

Niall just blinks at him, his face illuminated by the lamp across the room and showing the shimmer of his wet lips and wet eyes.

“We’re living our dreams H, you know that.” He mumbles, and it’s the truth that Harry doesn’t know if he likes that much anymore.

~~

The lights in Japan are mesmerizing, like an electrical fairytale with rainbows all around him as he gets out of the taxi taking him to his hotel. Harry has his surgical mask hung loosely along his neck and sunglasses shielding his eyes even though the sky was grey.

The doors open, a man in a suit is guiding him inside and he smiles kindly, shaking his hand when the man greets him. He keeps a close eye on the back of the mans suit jacket when the man turns around to walk him to the front desk. He shoulders past people walking in and out of the hotel, short ‘excuse me’s’ and 'pardon me’s’ stuttering out of him at every brush of human body against his own.

He hasn’t been noticed yet, and he hopes it stays like that.

Usually he’s okay with people glancing his way, raising brows or whispering quietly amongst each other with 'Is that Harry Styles?’ passing their lips. But this is different, today is different, a special day he can’t ruin and can’t be late for.

A person he can’t be late for.

So he keeps his mind set on the task at hand, eyes narrowed and focused on one thing hanging in his mind as he smiles at the receptionist and asks for a room key. He meets her eyes only for a second until he drifts them down onto the top of the reception desk. He wants to be low-key, doesn’t feel safe under anyways eyes right now because the anxiety of being caught and mangled by fans it squeezing his heart.

But she doesn’t even give him a second look, just hands him a room key with the number and floor. He smiles at her, gives her a stiff nod, and then bolts towards the elevator doors. He waits till one opens and makes sure to be alone in one, and as soon as the doors close his breaths flows out of him in a long sigh.

He wants this to be different, he wants to walk out of his taxi and see Niall standing there on the front steps of the hotel, arms crossed and one foot tapping impatiently along the steps. He wants Niall to run into his arms and he wants to kiss Niall’s face all over till he has to scream and mumble 'Harry’ to get him to stop. Right smack in the middle of Japan for everyone to see, but only no one would care, no one would take photos or bombard them with questions. Then they would rush up to a shared hotel room, get lost in each others bodies and shut-out the outside world around them for one night.

That won’t happen though, that was only in Harry’s dreams last night as he laid in his London apartment. He remembers the dream clearly, and he can even feel the similar feelings his fantasy self was feeling, the fast heartbeat, the shiver down his spine, the feeling of acceptance and freedom.

The ding of the elevator showing it was his floor snapped him out of his state, the dream daze that he locked himself into for a bit as he stood alone in a place for once. He grips his luggage harder, maneuvering down the hallway and finally getting to his room. Anxiousness is eating away at Harry now, and he’s biting his lip as soon as he gets into his room and lays his luggage down. He doesn’t even look at what the room looks like, doesn’t check the wifi password or what channels are on the tv, he just grabs for the gift bag he has on top of his luggage, spins back around and rushes back out with his phone and room key in his back pockets.

It’s the floor above him, room 256. And he’s grabbing for his phone to stare at the text message he screen shotted. It’s Niall’s room, the one he has for the night as he does his little show here in Japan. It’s tomorrow night, they have plenty of time till then.

It won’t be for a while that they reunite like this again, Harry knows that in his heart and it brings bile crawling up his throat just at the simple thought of leaving Niall again and not seeing him for another long amount of months. He wishes it was as easy as it was in 2015, when he looked at Niall’s blue eyes and didn’t worry about crying to see them once again, when he tasted Niall’s lips and didn’t feel like he was going into withdrawal.

There is always wishes and dreams and they all get broken, but right now Harry has made his plans and this won’t get ruined tonight– It won’t.

-

The hotel room door with the shiny numbers '256’ bring Harry’s breath to a choked stop in his throat. His hands grow sweaty and it’s almost like he is sixteen again, meeting one of his first girlfriends at her front step to take her on a date, or getting ready to kiss his first boyfriend. It’s the same heat in his stomach and he has to close his eyes before he moves a hand out to tap against the door.

There’s silence, pure silence and it makes Harry ears almost hurt because they are straining so hard to hear something. Maybe hear a 'yes pet?’ from behind the door, or his laughter that makes Harry’s life flash before his eyes. But there is only the shuffle of bedsheets when sound does come to his ears, and he steps back almost like he’s scared when he hears the footsteps coming towards the door.

He grips the present even tighter behind his back, the straps sliding from his fingertips from the sweat coating them.

The doors opening now, the smallest creak of the hinges before Niall is staring at the love of his life. No dreams he has can recreate how perfect his face is, no television screen can bring out his eyes enough, no photo can could make his heart beat faster when he’s comparing it to looking at the real thing.

“Fuck, pet…” Niall mumbles, and his eyes are wide and cheeks flushed in a blush already. They barely stare at each other for a second after he says that, now they were squished into a hug so tightly that it takes the breath right out of their lungs.

Harry’s doesn’t need to breath, and he’s pulling back to only kiss Niall as hard as possible, lips locking together and staying together like glue as he managed to close the door before dropping the present onto the ground. Now he can move his hands to Niall’s hips, tightening them around the flesh…a familiar touch.

“What the fuck are we doing?” He asks, breathless and panting when they part. Their noses are brushing together, the smallest tickle of a touch as they breath in each others air. He doesn’t know what this question will lead to.

Niall just blinks at him, his face illuminated by the lamp across the room and showing the shimmer of his wet lips and wet eyes.

“We’re living our dreams H, you know that.” He mumbles, and it’s the truth that Harry doesn’t know if he likes that much anymore.

Niall’s hand comes up to grip his jaw, cupping it tightly and firmly like a promise. And it’s what always drags Harry onto his knees, crawling like he’s a slave wherever Niall walked. They should be breaking up, leaving each other behind because they’re too busy to be in a relationship, too busy to love one another right. But Niall touch makes him melt like butter, makes his knees buckle and mind submit, because Niall is his devil and his angel at the same time.

“Didn’t know I had to sacrifice you for my dream.” He mumbled, trying not to cry because he knows they didn’t come here for a pity party. This was in celebration, but it comes out of him unexpectedly, these feelings of sadness and despair because Niall’s face opens wounds.

“Harry I-” Niall wants to say something, and there probably is so many unspoken words orbiting around them, but Harry interrupts him with another kiss.

“Enough of this, how is your birthday so far?” He asked, smiling fondly when Niall starts to blush again. His eyes then flicker down to the floor, and Harry guesses he has noticed the present behind him at his feet.

“It was good but, better with you here.” He smiles widely and moves to grab Harry’s hands to guide him towards the bed. There is room service already laid out on the bed, ready to be eaten. Harry raises a brow, and Niall shrugs with a small chuckle passing his lips.

“When you called that you landed I wanted to get room service ready. I knew you were gonna be starving.” Harry doesn’t know how he can love this man more, but his heart flutters a little more at the realization of how much Niall cares about him–how much Niall still knows him even though they aren’t as close as they used to be.

“Thank you love, really you didn’t need to I could’ve waited.” He moves to kiss Niall’s cheek before sitting himself down. He can’t lie, the smell of the food makes his mouth water, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from licking his lips.

Niall smirks though, and flops down on the other side of the food tray and moves to place his elbow on the bed to lean his head against his hand. He stares at Harry with a sparkle in his eyes, with a smile barely hidden across his face.

“I’ll have a little nibble and then we can get into your birthday yea?” Harry makes sure to look at Niall as if he is asking for permission. He feels bad, first he walks into this hotel room with tears in his eyes and asking why they’re still together, and now he is sitting here like a lazy arse eating food.

But Niall doesn’t look bothered at all, he more looks extremely fond as he nods softly.

-

He eats but its not comfortable, every gulp of food sliding down his throat smothers the words he wants to say to Niall. He wants to talk, wants to lay themselves down and do anything because the world is shut out for no one to witness.

Niall is noticing as well, the way he keeps raising his brow and pouting his lips whenever Harry stops chewing to stare off into the distance with narrowed eyes. It’s only a couple seconds later when Niall sits up and sits cross-legged in front of Harry, mirroring him.

“What’s on your mind petal?” He asks, a small frown on his face. Harry thinks 'no, no’ because he doesn’t want Niall upset, a frown is the last thing he wants to see right now on a face like that.

Harry gulps first, lets the biscuit he was eating go down his throat before he can say the words clogging his thoughts.

“I had dreams about this night.” He whispered, eyes immediately searching Niall’s expression. He doesn’t look shocked, instead Niall is only smiling bigger.

“Dreams about us spending my birthday together in Japan, locked up in a hotel room?” Harry knows Niall wasn’t a huge fan of all this, being confined in a hotel room as if they were in some jail cell. But like Harry said, he had plans, and this night was going to be one of their best nights together. They didn’t need to spend the night roaming along the streets of Japan to be happy and content.

He shifts more comfortably on the bed, hands still holding the other half of his biscuit with his hands settled in his lap as he squints at Niall. He takes a breath, let’s it out, and speaks slowly.

“I dreamed about us laughing till our stomachs hurt, talking till we lost our voices. I dreamed about kissing you on the lips till we both can’t feel them anymore, I dreamed I laid you out on these bedsheets and fucked you till all we could say was 'I love you.’ I dreamed out your hands on my hips, I dreamed about us waking up in the morning wrapped in each other arms not willing to let go.”

Harry doesn’t realize he’s crying till the tear slips down his cheek and hangs along his chin. And now hands are gripping at his cheeks like when he first walked into the hotel room, Niall’s familiar body heat radiating onto him as he gets pulled in for a sloppy kiss over the food tray between them.

They part, but keep their noses together, that same old promises touch–so small, so innocent and so subtle…but’s it’s enough to keep them focused on each others eyes, so much that they can look into each others souls.

“I fucking love you Harry Styles.” Niall sounds shaky, voice wavering and his bottom lip is wobbling so hard Harry easily caught up between his teeth–soothing it.

They kiss again, they kiss and kiss and kiss and they’re in their own fairytale until Niall’s knee hits the tray and almost flips right over and off the bed. They separate quickly in shock, and then both chuckle at the mess they almost made.

“What can’t keep our hands off each other, even for a bloody minute.” Harry giggles, grabbing for the tray to take it over to the desk beside the tv. As he is there, he grabs for Niall’s present that is still settled on the ground–he spins dramatically on his heals, quickly outstretching his arms with the present fisted in both hands.

Niall laughs loudly, the sound better than heaven and it shakes Harry’s bones like an earthquake. He loves it, and he wants more of it.

He missed it.

“What the hell did you get me now Styles? I told ya no presents!” Niall cries out, but still makes grabby hands, gesturing Harry to give him the gift bag.

Harry hands it over, now feeling his own blush layer across his cheeks when he sees Niall immediately start to open it. He keeps himself composed, licking his lips and locking his hands behind his back.

Niall pulls the gift out, and immediately explodes into laughter, his little feet kicking out from under him so now he is laid out on his back on the bed–feet dangling over the sides.

“You got me boxers but… with happy socks patterns all over them!” Niall still is laughing, but it’s the good kind of laugh. Harry can tell by the way his face turns a bright red, and his eyes squeeze so tightly shut wrinkles form at the corners of them. The hint of a dimple shows across his left cheek, and Harry wants to kiss it.

“Of course I did, I found it online somewhere and immediately thought of you. And since you probably own every sock in that happy socks store…I decided to get you something a little different.” Harry feels proud of himself, all smug with his cheeky smirk.

The best feeling of pride washes over him, because here Niall is right in front of him in the flesh, laughing and happy, and also loving the present he got him.

What can get better than this?

“You have got to tell me what website these are from babe.” Niall’s laughing dies down, and now soft giggles pass his lips as he stares at the boxers in his hands. They have little pints all over them, and it’s probably the most 'Niall’ thing Harry has ever bought.

“I will…later.” He mumbles, because now Harry is crawling on top of Niall and staring down at the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on. Niall is still holding the boxers in his hands, but slowly settles them onto his chest so his hands can be free to run through Harry’s short curls.

“Maybe you should try those on for me, give me a show.” Harry jokes with a small chuckle, moving his face closer to Niall’s. He teases though, and doesn’t move any closer as he waits for an answer.

Niall snorts first, squeezing his eyes shut in a cringe expression before reopening his eyes to put his blue eyes on display again. They glow even more in the dim lighting, like Harry’s own flashlights.

“I won’t look very sexy in boxer shorts with pints all over them, and don’t you ever think I’m gonna wear panties for ya, you arse.” Harry laughs loudly with Niall this time, and he leans down to bury his face into his lovers neck.

Niall smells like roses, like flowers freshly picked and placed in a vase to purify a room into beauty and delicateness. It makes Harry smile, it makes him remember why he would be flower scented candles into of vanilla when he’s on the road alone now.

“Never say never love.” Harry chuckles out, letting his breath tickle Niall’s neck and make him shiver. In return to his comment, he gets a playful slap on his shoulder making him yelp dramatically.

“Oi! Be nice!” Harry yells out, now grabbing at Niall’s sides to roll them over. Niall is now on top, straddling his hips and smirking down at him. He’s completely brunet now, now streak of blond left, and he looks more manly with his broad shoulders and beard. It makes little Harry happy too, and he doesn’t really know if he can control himself much longer.

“This wasn’t apart of your dreams, me staring down at you.” Niall smiles softly, blinking his eyes so perfectly it’s almost like he killed Harry with that one simple gesture. Like a shot to Harry’s chest that goes straight through his heart.

“It wasn’t apart of my dreams, but it’s better than that.” Harry smirks, and now he’s moving his hand to snake its way around to Niall’s back and pull him down. Niall follows easily, like a tumbling tower until they are chest to chest.

The warmth of their bodies together is mesmerizing. It’s a familiar feeling, but its far away in Harry’s memories–he has to reach for it in his brain, grab at it barely by his fingertips to remember this feeling last time they were like this.

There is no talking, there’s no need right now because the communicating is used through body language as they kiss and touch each other all over. Both their hands sneaking under each others shirt, the coolness of their fingertips rippling the skin underneath in shivers.

Their shirts fly to the floor, their pants tangle up at the end of the bed, and now they’re grinding against each other on top of the sheets, large tufts of air passing their lips with tense faces. Harry’s hands are holding tightly onto Niall’s arse, gripping it with effort as they rock against one another.

His abs tense, he can feel the bubbling feeling his gut, the fire brewing inside him as Niall’s moans become louder and turn into whines. They never stop, they don’t stop and won’t until Harry gets right to the edge.

But he doesn’t want this to end, and this was part of his plan as well. To make this night seem endless.

So, he shoves Niall got off him till the older brunet is laid out back on his back, looking up at the ceiling in surprise for just a few seconds before he’s glaring at Harry. It’s cute though, the pout across his face.

“What the fuck Har-” but Harry doesn’t let him speak further, his own name getting gulped back down Niall’s throat before he can say it. He’s now on top of Niall, hands gripping the bed sheets above Niall’s head and legs locking him in place so he can’t roll away.

“M'cumming with me inside you.” Harry speaks lowly, eyes darkening with the lust deep inside him now resurfacing along his body. He’s buzzing all over, and he knows Niall is too with the way his lips part the slightest bit, a soft moan passing them at Harry’s words.

Harry puts himself to work now, shuffling off the bed and letting himself be guided to wear Niall’s travel lube is. He grabs it eventually in one of the inside pockets of suitcase, and right after he is back on the bed and slicking up his fingers.

“Have you done anything since I’ve been gone? With yourself?” Harry asks, now grabbing lightly at one of Niall’s knees to slowly separate the smaller brunets legs. They part quickly, and Harry licks his lips at the sight of his boyfriends entrance, looking neglected.

“No time, can’t really have a wank or really do anything with myself when I have people by my side 24/7. And I was too anxious to see you tonight so I forgot.” Niall sounds sheepish, and Harry’s smooths his thumb soothing where it’s still holding Niall’s knee, right along the inside of it.

“It’s fine love, I don’t remember the last time I had a good wank either.” Harry chuckles and lightens the mood, letting himself get comfortable before he moves up so he is face to face with Niall. He stares down at him, watching his eyes carefully as he slowly inserts one finger inside him. It goes in easily, with little resistance.

“Ah, shit.” Niall whines out, teeth clenching tightly and eyes shutting. But he quickly opens them right back up, probably remembering that Harry always gets scared when he doesn’t show his eyes. Harry always looks at Niall’s eyes, they’re like his own messenger when words can’t be spoken. He knows when Niall is in pain, he knows when he’s in pleasure…all through the fragile glass of his eyes.

“You okay babe?” He asks, leaning down to kiss faintly at Niall’s collarbone. He lets his breath ghost against Niall’s chest till he lifts himself back up to focus on Niall’s eyes again.

“M'fine, just need to get used to it again.” Harry hates that, cause he knows they haven’t done this in so long that Niall can’t adjust as quickly as he used to. He almost wants to suggest bottoming for tonight, but no, he knows Niall loves being the bottom and he won’t ruin this birthday night.

“Want me to keep going?” He asks, tone a little unsure as he stutters his fingers to a stop.

“Yes, yes H I’m fine god please keep going.” Niall sounds desperate now, and his chin is curling into his chest in pleasure as Harry rocks his fingers inside him till they’re now at a hard and steady pace.

Adjusting quickly becomes easier, and soon Niall is begging for more. His teeth biting his bottom lip raw and making Harry have to grip his chin to get him to let go of it. This all feels like a high, the sex in the air, the smell of lube and sweat mixed together among the bed sheets. Niall seems to be slowly leaving this earth, like he’s slowly being beamed up to mars by aliens. The pleasure is intense, and they haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.

“Come on.” Niall whines, patience thrown out the window as he kicks shuffles to the middle of the bed. Harry knows it’s coming, this slow build till the peak of the night. Or what most people would consider the best part of their nights. He thinks of everything as the best part, the soft touches, the soft kisses, the loving words, the eating, the laughing, and now the sex. And then after, cuddling with their legs tangled together under the heat of the covers till daylight and reality steals them away from each other once again.

He shifts, now leaning over Niall once again. They stare into one another eyes, and Harry blindly guides his cock towards Niall’s entrance, letting it slowly slide in with a small push of his hips forward. He can see Niall’s eyes widen, can see the blue darken and darken till his eyes look more like the deepest colour of the ocean. Niall’s lips part, and slow and long drawn-out moan rips through his throat until Harry is fully settled inside him.

They keep it still, everything now completely quiet around them. No sounds, no screaming girls, no shutter of cameras, no paparazzi yells. It’s just them, their bodies locked together and becoming one and no one is there to see them. It’s their little secret, with the world oblivious.

With no words exchanged, Harry slowly starts to move–rocking forward and back with careful thrusts. He’s gentle, never brutal and he knows Niall will appreciate that. And it’s okay to be soft at first, because the pace slowly picks up till the headboard is softly kicking against the wall.

It’s intense, the building pressure inside Harry till he feel like he was spontaneously combust. His breath keeps being held in throat, and soon low groans coming deep from in his chest pass his lips. They’re both close, and now Niall’s nails are digging into the flesh of his hips, right beside the fern tattoos.

“Harry.” Niall sobs out, his name sounding like honey coming from Niall’s mouth. It’s then that Niall arches his back and cum sprays out onto both of their chests, and Harry now cumming along with him with a short shout before he leans forward and smothers his cries into the pillows beside Niall’s head.

Their bodies and sticky together, sweat layering their skin. But it’s the best high ever, the feeling Harry has been searching for for a long time. Niall’s scent, his touch, his laugh…it’s all back together and it revives Harry’s heart and puts it back in it’s rightful place. He doesn’t feel empty anymore, or like he’s missing something in his life.

And they lay like that, no movement, no talking. The silence is hypnotizing, something they are never used to but something they both want to get used to.

But that can only be in Harry’s dreams tonight.

-

The morning light shining into his eyes is like an instant bad mood trickling over Harry. He winces when he opens his eyes, and glares at the sun in hatred as he flips around to run away from it.

He feels Niall’s fluff of hair against his spine now, his head used to be curled into Harry’s shoulder–he can also feel Niall’s forehead against his back, there is still small fragments of sweat layered over it from last nights activities.

Harry loves it all, but he knows its ending soon. Everything is coming to a close and his next flight back to London is today and he needs to get up and go before people start to realize where Niall’s hotel is for his tour date.

Regretfully he shuffles to sit up, now rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of him. But it still ways him down, and his joints and muscles hurt–a sign he’s getting old, he guesses. A shame.

“Harry?” He hears a groggy voice, scratchy and now sounding fully there yet, like it’s still in dream-land. But he looks over his shoulder anyways, and sees Niall staring at him with one eye opened, his cheek still smothered into the pillow.

“Gotta go now love.” He whispers, hoisting himself out of bed and immediately missing the welcoming and calming warmth of the comfy hotel sheets that held their combined body heat inside it. But he keeps himself going, forces himself to get ready as Niall slowly wakes himself up.

He’d rather have Niall stay asleep, have him stay in bed and when Harry is done getting dressed he can simply walk over to him, whisper a goodbye and then give him a kiss on the temple before he vanishes to his own hotel room that he hasn’t even slept in.

But he can here Niall getting up, and he slowly turns around after putting on his shoes, now standing face to face with the love of his life once again. But this time he’s leaving, and leaving for a long time.

“I’ll see you soon yea? See you at IHeart?” Niall asks, and Harry nods silently. But really they don’t know, life may be too busy, schedules may fuck them over. That’s usually what happens.

Niall knows it too, and thats why his eyes drift down to the floor–a frown is now tugging down across his face.

It’s a horrible look that hurts Harry’s heart, and he moves forward to lean down and kiss Niall’s forehead with the softest press of his lips. He wants to cry all over again, but he keeps it in. Maybe when he is all alone in his own hotel room, where not even his lover can see him.

“See you at the festival, ya. Make sure you sing along to my songs, hype me up.” Harry jokes, but it’s all half-hearted and not really there. He can still see the way Niall doesn’t look fully there, because they knew it’s false hope.

“Call me when you land, ya?” Niall asks, voice growing so quiet Harry was lucky he was standing so close to him or he was sure he wouldn’t hear if he was any further.

“Of course.” Harry answers, and now he’s trying to meet Niall’s eyes, not letting Niall avoid them until Niall is softly chuckling. When they finally meet gazes it’s that same shock of electricity that runs through the them, like they’re staring into each others futures that hold one another. Or that hopefully hold one another.

They lean in and kiss now, the locked promise that ends their time together. It’s the sign that Harry needs to leave now, because too many kisses will make them both fall apart, and staring into each others eyes for too many seconds may cause them to lose themselves.

Last night was their little secret dream, and now the morning has came and it’s reality hitting them like a truck. So, Harry smiles one last time at Niall before he turns and walks towards the hotel room door, his own hotel keys and phone back into his jean pockets.

Niall’s room door clicks closed behind Harry as he walks down the hallway, and now the relationship part of his life is forced into the back of his mind and blocked off to keep him sane. Now, he needs to figure out his next flight, and get back to rehearsals for his tour.

But he is sure they will see each other again, maybe not this month, maybe not next month. But soon, and it will either be in another hotel room, or in one of their many houses.

Part 3 - The King, The Prince, and the Lion

Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole is an ongoing story about our MC, who could easily be anyone in voltage fandom. She woke up in hospital bed only to discover that she’d somehow been transported Voltage universe:

Part 1 (Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole)

Part 2 (The Tres Spades)

Part 3 - The King, The Prince, and the Lion

I’ll admit that “game” Eisuke had always turned me off. I found him far too arrogant for my liking and borderline abusive in his behavior towards the MC.

However, standing in front of the “real” Eisuke Ichinomiya, I finally got what all the fuss was about.

Unlike the others, Eisuke was far more handsome than his sprite ever let on. In our world, there’s no way he would ever have been a hotel mogul - he was far too beautiful for that. He would have been given a reality show like the Kardashians, and toured the world making appearances at clubs, all the while promoting his male skin care line or clothing brand.

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chrissy22787  asked:

Sooo..... in light of all the music video pictures, I think you should give us a sneak peak into what it would be like for Elena to be there with him. No pressure. But feel free to put a little pep in your step with this one. Love you 😘

It’s A Sign of the Times

Elena shivered and pulled her jacket closer around her shoulders.  After an hour of trying to tame her hair in the wind she finally gave up and pulled back into a tight ponytail.  She lifted her head to smile when she heard the first notes of Harry’s single “Sing of the Times” start to play over the loud speakers.  She loved this song, it was like the warm blanket she desperately needed while standing in this field, freezing her ass off while she watched him film the video.

“You cold, Love?”  She heard Lou Teasdale’s high pitched voice behind her.

Elena nodded,

“Yes.  Does the weather always suck like this?”

Lou laughed,

“Yeah.”

Elena gestured to the brush and bottle of gel in her hand,

“Is any of that actually working in this wind?”

“No.”  She started, “But I like to make myself useful.”

Elena looked up just as the helicopter lifted Harry hundreds of feet into the air.  She smiled, watching as he widened his arms out and bent one leg causing him to look quite like Peter Pan.  Lou shivered next to her,

“Don’t know how you can watch that.  Love of your life dangling from a string like that?  Makes me wanna vomit, if I’m bein’ honest.”

Elena smiled, shaking her head gently,

“I don’t mind it.  He loves it up there.”  She added as she watched his huge dimpled grin spread across his rosy cheeks.

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wooooow being on campus just reminds me how bad my social anxiety is. catch me walkin the long ways in this hot weather just to avoid people, i hate not having a buddy to walk with :( i hate having to ask people things and having them stare into my soul

Wish You Were Here

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart moves back into town, and you reconnect for the first time since college.  You both have gone your separate ways, but a series of events places you back in each others lives.

A/n: Tagging is open! sorry if this sucks :/

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You lay in your bed in your hotel room.  The journey to Fiji and the few days that you spent out of communication with everyone was peaceful for you and full of reflection.  But since speaking with your friends and Bucky you felt nothing but loneliness.   You sit outside your little cabana that sat above the crystal clear water, your feet moving in the water.  All you could do now was wait.

After a long day of sitting by the water and having dinner, you headed in for bed.  You tried to focus on reading your book but it was no use.  Bucky is all that filled your mind.  Here you were in paradise and you weren’t enjoying yourself at all.  Tucking yourself in for the night you focus all your energy on falling asleep and getting through the next few days.

It was around 2 am the following night, when the gentle touch of fingers running through your hair woke you.  Stretching slightly before opening your eyes, you take in the form in front of you,  Bucky.   He looked amazing but exhausted.  You sit up quickly and throw your arms around him.  Bucky lets out a deep chuckle returning your hug eagerly.

“I guess you really did miss me huh Sweets?”  You let out a laugh and pinch him slightly.  After he lets out a yelp you giggle.

“Sorry, just had to make sure you were real.  I’ve dreamed about this since I sent you that email.”


Bucky moves back and takes himself out of your arms.   You let out a sound of displeasure which causes him to grin at you.  Picking his bag up off the floor he places it in the closet after pulling out some clean clothes.

“I’m gonna go shower. Get back to bed sweets, I’ll join ya in a few.”  You bite your lip watching his movements as if he would disappear if you looked away.

“No just come lay with me, you just got here.”  You give him a pout.  The same pout you gave him when he use to tell you he had to go to baseball practice.

“Don’t go making that face at me Y/n!  I just spent 30 hours on a plane to get here and I smell awful.  I just want to shower and feel clean before getting into bed with my girl.”  He fixes you with a stern look that has you giggling at him.

He grabs his clothes, kissed you briefly on the lips and heads to the bathroom, while the sound of the shower lulls you into dreamland once again.

You don’t know when Bucky returned to bed, but when you woke the next morning your face was pressed to his chest, he arms locking you to him.  Moving away slightly you take in his features.  Running your hand through his hair, you kiss the stubble along his jawline.  You feel him stirring under your kisses and pull back to watch him.  He smiles the minute his eyes meet yours.

“I haven’t slept this good since the last time we were together.”  Bucky kisses your lips softly before stretching and releasing you from his grasp.

“I am gonna order some room service any idea what you want?” You move off the bed and sit on the chair in front of the little desk in the room, flipping through the menu.

“You.”  You look up from the menu, your eyes meeting his and give him a smile.  Bringing the menu with you, you rejoin him in the plush bed.

“You already have me silly.  I meant what did you want to eat.  You’re going to be useless all day today, your body has to get use to the 16 hour time difference.”  You hand him the menu and wait for him to decide.

Laying on his stomach he places the menu on the pillow in front of him and scans it carefully.  His right hand turning the pages while his left was slowly stroking your side.  Finally he looks up at you to find you staring.

“Whatcha lookin’ at sweets?” He gives you a grin before pushing the menu towards you and rolling over onto his side.

“I just can’t believe you’re here.  I am happy you’re here of course, just…What did you tell Sam and Steve?  What about work.  I don’t want this to mess up the merger.”

Bucky pressed his lips onto yours effectively shutting you up.  “Take a breath sweets, there is no where else that I would rather be right now.  I am long overdue for a vacation and the merger is out of our hands at this point.   Sam and Steve are idiots. But they are idiots that want us happy.  Steve drove me to the airport in fact.”

You give him a soft smile and cuddle into his arms.  Bucky pulls the blanket over you and gives you another sleepy smile.   You could tell he wanted to continue talking but knew how exhausted he must be.  So you wrap your arms around him and settle for spending the day in bed.

You both woke the next day around noon, both of you starving. After a big breakfast you took Bucky to see the town.  Going store to store you enjoyed each other’s company.  Heading back to your cabana, you unloaded all your shopping, while Bucky changed into his swimming trunks.

Grabbing a towel from the bathroom Bucky walked toward the french doors that led to the ocean outside, glancing at the bed full of souvenirs as he passed.  Laid out on the bed you had the gifts you had bought for everyone and a few things for yourself.   There was some jewelry for Wanda, Natasha and Sharon, t-shirts for the guys, and some onesies for the baby.  Making sure everyone on your list was taken care of you begin placing the items in your suitcase to store them till you left.

It was just moments after Bucky had stepped outside that you found him returning to look once more at your shared bed.

Looking nervous he turned you to face him, “When were ya going to tell me sweets?”

Giving Bucky a confused look, you continue packing, “Tell you about what?”

Bucky let out a sigh, “The baby, Y/n”

“Oh did Steve tell you?!”  You turn to him excited, happy that you could now talk about Nat’s secret with someone.

“Steve knew about our kid before I did?!”  Bucky plopped down on the bed looking at you with a puppy dog pout.

You freeze in place looking at him as if he had gone mad before bursting into laughter. “James Barnes!  Did you think I was the pregnant one?!  Natasha is having a baby!  Not me!  Trust me you will know before Steve when we have a kid.”

Bucky gave you a sheepish smile before he morphed his lips into a smirk, “You wanna have kids with me?”

You let your face turn red before nodding at him not trusting your voice to speak to him.  Of course you had thought about children with Bucky you did so before you saw him at Steve’s party.

Bucky pulled you into his arms and on his lap.  Nuzzling his nose against your jaw he kisses you gently, your eyes close enjoying the closeness of the man you love.  “Marry me.”

Your eyes fly open and you turn to face Bucky.   Before you could answer Bucky kissed you soundly on the lips.

“Sweets I have been in love with you since we’ve been 15 years old.  I’ve wanted to marry you since the day we graduated high school.  Hell I carried the ring I was going to propose with me everyday after we had graduated college.  When I saw ya again at Steve’s I knew.  I knew I was getting my second, third, fourth, and final chance. Just say you’ll marry me Sweets.  Please?”


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Room Service • H.S.

Originally posted by pinkharold

There was nothing I wanted more than in bed with my favorite person, whether at the house or in a hotel room. Soft beams of light peeking through the white curtains of the room and slowly creeping up the bed to the two of us.

With an arm propped up, I watched as he laughed lightly, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Today’s your first off day.” It almost came out as a whisper as my fingers toyed with the necklace that was lying across his chest.

His arm came behind his head before he closed his eyes again, a small smile reaching his lips. “Know what tha’ means?” He mumbled, his voice deeper and raspier than usual. I bit my lip, a smile coming across my lips as I moved my hand to rest across his chest.

“It means we can order room service and eat a proper breakfast.” His arm dipped under me, pulling me on top of him by my waist. immediately my legs straddled his torso and I pulled myself up, looking down at his now open eyes.

“Know me  s’well,” He smirked, looking over towards the hotel room phone that settled on the nightstand beside the two of us. I leaned over, reaching for the phone and pressing the lobby button, holding the phone to my ear.

His hands soon were on me, feeling every part of my nearly naked body. The room was hot last night, so just a pair of panties and a bralette served as the perfect set of pajamas. 

“Mornin’! Can we order room service?” I asked down the line, the wandering hands on my body rubbing my sides up and down, occasionally and accidentally slipping down the band of my panties. “Jus’ some fruit and waffles, maybe some orange juice.”

A hand slipped under the lace material of the bralette, his warm hand lazily grasping my breast under the material, thumb brushing over my now hard nipple. I brought my lip between my teeth and closed my eyes, wishing the woman in the lobby would calculate the total a bit faster so I could hang up.

“Thank you!” I rushed, leaning over and setting the phone back down before lying over Harry, my lips hovering over his as he wore a delicious smirk. I rolled my eyes, crashing my lips onto his.

“Ass,” I mumbled between sloppy kisses, my hips pressing down into him as his hand quickly slid out from under my bralette and around my back. The cold metal of his rings met the bare skin of my ass as he took it into his hands, squeezing hard eliciting a small moan from me.

“You’re the one wit’ the ass,” He smirked, leaning forward to take my lips back onto his.


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Jet Wolf Summarizes Act 27

The manga and I kind of hate each other. This is unfortunate, but still, I’m determined to come out of this with something. Rather than spend energy on a liveblog that’s increasingly negative, I’m reading each manga act (mostly) silently, and then writing up summaries at the end. I won’t pull my punches. There’s going to be criticism and snark about the manga, either wholesale or in details. If that isn’t a thing you feel like reading, please skip this post!


*sniff* Smell that? It’s New Arc Smell! It comes with the beginning of each new segment of story, and carries the full-bodied richness of unfulfilled potential, accented by notes of disinterest and neglect, a strong floral undercurrent of inexplicable plot elements, and all bound by the overwhelming musk of unwarranted male lead importance.

BREATHE DEEPLY KIDS

We open with someone talking about lights, with the kind of intensity usually reserved for newlyweds picking out new fixtures at Home Depot. There are a lot of words used for basically saying “ominous”. I am positive we could’ve substituted all dialogue for “GWOOO” and saved ourselves a lot of time. It turns out that our narrator is Pharaoh 90, and immediately I’m concerned. When the manga introduces the arc with a multi-page P90 soliloquy and the anime only has it show up as a planet-sized eldritch abomination visible for a few frames in the arc’s climax, I know I’m in for a very different time.

Mamoru is awoken by the ~ominous~ of it all. He gets to wonder what the fuck is going on before Rei even gets to react. I hope some my righteous screaming will reach back through time and wake Takeuchi up from a beautiful dream she’ll never again recapture. I’m soothed by the knowledge that it might just, BECAUSE NO ONE IS GUARDING THE FUCKING TIME GATE

Usagi dreams of marrying Mamoru. Usagi needs a fucking sticker book or something for a new hobby, jesus wept. It’s really just Usagi sleeping through her alarm again, because she gets one fraction of the first issue every arc to be “normal”. But it’s okay! Five years of yelling in my Ask Box assures me that resetting things is only a problem in the anime. Being so late for school, Usagi skips out on the local news bulletin from KPLOT about people at Infinity Academy turning into “a primitive state”. Despite this being large enough to make it onto the news, no one will give a single shit. “Is Tokyo really worth saving at this point?” I ask the universe. The universe says, “I dunno, I stopped reading the manga twenty issues ago.”

As she runs up, Mamoru yells at Usagi for being late. That seems to me like yelling at your dog for licking its own asshole, like if that’s a deal breaker for you, maybe don’t get a dog, but anyway. BONUS PROTIP: next time have five or more conversations with someone before deciding to embrace a decision you made in a past life.

The next five pages are excruciating “cute” as Chibi-Usa interrupts Usagi and Mamoru time and Usagi is jealous and please god if you’re listening kill me now. We are twenty-two pages into this issue and the only non-Usagi Senshi to show up so far is Rei AND MAMORU STOLE HER JOB.

By the way, we get this moment:

and then on literally the next page, Usagi’s talking about how there hasn’t been shit going on since the Black Moon (WHICH WAS HOW LONG AGO ARE WE TALKING MONTHS YEARS IS THIS SINCE TUESDAY WHAT), and I just can’t stop thinking on how THIS IS THE LITERALLY THE WORST FUCKING TRAINING SITUATION POSSIBLE AND EVERYONE LOOKS LIKE AN IDIOT.

Meanwhile, in an impossible penthouse with an entire floor devoted to a swimming pool, Michiru swims alone and then orders a yacht from room service or something, and I want so much to enjoy that this is ridiculous but I know – I KNOW – I’m not supposed to see the ridiculous in this I’m just supposed to be impressed by it and I’m so sad because I even get a goddamn Sea Whisperer moment

BUT I WON’T BE ABLE TO KEEP IT WILL I MANGA I’M NOT ALLOWED EVEN THIS

Of course not, because on the very next page we get Haruka’s introduction, AND IT’S A MILLION TIMES MORE RIDICULOUS THEY HAVE THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL HELICOPTERS NAMED AFTER THEMSELVES ENTIRE CROWDS ARE GATHERED TO CHANT THEIR NAMES BUT I’VE SEEN THIS SITUATION HAPPEN APPROXIMATELY 109482083 TIMES IN THE MANGA SO FAR AND IT’S SERIOUS IT’S ALWAYS COMPLETELY SERIOUS

My screaming aside, here’s what I’m actually taking away from the manga: the certainty that every single read I had on this in the anime

was completely, 100% absolutely correct, and it actually makes me love it EVEN MORE.

Usagi (with Naru in tow) arrive at the arcade, where Rei is grumpy and for a moment, my heart remembers how to love. Minako and Mako want Usagi to play the new racing game which is for reasons unknown to all NOT called “God Driving”, and there’s this:

Which I actually enjoy for a few seconds! Is Minako forcing Usagi to wear a helmet for the immersion, meaning Minako wore the helmet FIRST for the immersion, which means Minako went and got a crash helmet from somewhere to increase her video gaming pleasure which is a delight from start to finish. Or did Minako make Usagi wear the helmet because she has zero faith that Usagi wouldn’t fall out of the damned seat and crack her skull open, which still leads us to the winding trail of Minako obtaining this crash helmet for this purpose in the first place. TWO DELICIOUS ANSWERS THIS IS WHAT FUELS YOUR JET WOLF AND WHY SHE HAS BEEN SLOWLY STARVING TO DEATH

But no. No.

Because Haruka has a fucking helmet too, which means either the helmet is part of the game, or we only have helmets for the dramatic reveal of *gasp* Haruka Tenoh Is Hot, and I deflate like a bouncy castle at a canceled birthday party manga why do you hate fun and also me.

WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO FUN YOU MEAN LIKE THROWING UP IN YOUR MOUTH BECAUSE JUST WAIT

Michiru so far has been shown as Haruka’s accessory beautiful girlfriend, and now in her third appearance, she’s YET ANOTHER vehicle for talking about how awesome Mamoru is. Somewhere, Actual Michiru is screaming. Silently, and while plotting her slow revenge plan that will bear fruit years from now, but screaming.

OH NO WAIT I CAN EMPLOY A NEW REFERENCE I FINALLY GET

*Kill Bill siren*

As Haruka and Michiru leave, everyone talks about them behind their back. Umino arrives from nowhere to fulfill his mandated exposition component. We get two more pages about how awesome Haruka is. Somewhere, Actual Haruka is reading this and nodding while stacking three Oreos on top of each other and opening wide.

Outside, the ginzuishou reacts to a passing girl in a Mugen uniform, whose entire back rips open and a monster comes out, AS YOU DO. But she’s fine. Minako feels like someone’s watching her. “I don’t even get to be the premonition of the ‘premonition’ chapter, but you get this,” Rei grumbles. Minako isn’t listening. She’s too busy posing dramatically for the benefit of her secret audience.

“Maybe this all has something to do with Mugen,” Luna brilliantly concludes later.

“I think–” Minako thrusts her hip to the side. “–we should go and–” A toss of her head fans her hair out behind her in a dramatic arc. “–investigate Mugen Academy.” She clenches her fist and stares into the distance, the sounds of imagined clicking cameras echoing in her ears.

Usagi gets home just as Chibs is finishing up her date plans with Mamoru. Remember how in Black Moon I said I was actually kind of enjoying Chibi-Usa and how glad I was that it wasn’t reliant on the Mamoru-centric antagonism between her and Usagi? THE MANGA HEARD I LIKED SOMETHING AND WENT THE EXTRA MILE TO TAKE THAT AWAY

Ikuko actually has a line that says “I’m going to my weekly mother’s meeting so I can’t supervise [this child I’ve been brainwashed into believing is mine]”, and despite not intending to be funny, I laughed pretty hard. Chibs is going to a new amusement park at the place where all these people are turning into demons, and I really hope that comes up at Ikuko’s weekly mother’s meeting and everyone there is like “Oh that sounds great, I’ll send my kid tomorrow!”

Kaolinite is hanging out with Pharaoh 90 and chatting about, you know, stuff. She says she’s going to turn the Senshi into daimons, and she’s going to use the Witches 5 to do it. For some reason, Eudial doesn’t have a cupcake. The Witches are going to compete for P90′s phone number or something. I’m genuinely entertained by the fact the anime instantly did not give a single shit about any of this and just dropped it.

The next day, at Mugen, Rei says she senses things, and the realization that she’s happy she got even that much makes her die a little more inside. Ami talks about density readings of the building without a single hint of her visor or computer because I guess she can just fucking do that now. Mako says the wind is giving her an omen, and both Michiru and Haruka are like “can you not”. Minako again feels like someone is watching her. She performs a spontaneous dance routine she was up all night practicing. Everyone ignores her.

At The New Amusement Park At The Place Where People Are Turning Into Demons But It’s Fine, Mamoru is on a date with his fanboy. Why is his fanboy around at all? IT HAS BEEN LITERAL PAGES SINCE SOMEONE TOLD US HOW WONDERFUL MAMORU IS DON’T YOU KNOW THE IMPORTANCE OF THAT INFORMATION. Chibi-Usa has her own Umino and I am not even remotely kidding.

Chibs and Momoko are on a roller coaster when Chibs’ Hotaru-finding hat blows off. Chibs dumps her old friend to go find her new one, and again I’m pretty sure it’s not meant to be as hilarious as it actually is, but it really really is.

Meanwhile Usagi and the others are investigating Mugen Academy. Usagi uses the disguise pen to make her a Mugen student so she can go inside. The other girls have to sit outside doing nothing, because god forbid we have an extended scene requiring group dynamics which might actually be interesting and provide character depth. THIS IS THE MANGA YOU FOOL.

Still, both groups follow the sound of violin music. Usagi comes upon Michiru, while the others are intercepted by Haruka. Both are super threatening for literally no reason. WAY TO WORK BELOW THE RADAR LADIES SURELY THIS CAN ONLY AID YOUR MISSION

Usagi somehow gets noticed as not actually being a student, and she runs, bumping into Chibs, whose Hatdar has led her to Hotaru, collapsed outside of Tomoe Laboratories. As they try to help, a monster shows up. Meanwhile, from afar:

JESUS FUCKING WEPT IS HARUKA ONLY WEARING A CAPE TO PERPETUATE THIS MYSTERY ABOUT HER BEING A SENSHI AND WHY LIKE THIS BECAUSE I COULD OTHERWISE JUST ENJOY THE IDEA THAT HARUKA WANTS TO WEAR A GODDAMN CAPE BUT NO

As a side note, was this issue like three thousand pages or what, this write-up took for-fucking-ever.

Baby Gets Shown Off (Part 3 of Sugar Baby)

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Word Count: 2.1k

A/N:  This is just in celebration of getting to +100 followers and because a lot of people wanted me to make a series out of SugarBaby!Laurens. I still can’t believe I hit more than 100, I love all of y’all! Hope you enjoy this one, too!

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Vices and Virtues - Chapter Sixteen

I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to post a new chapter, I got sick when I came back from my holiday but I’m all better and I have a few chapters nearly finished so I won’t make you wait to long for more 😘😘


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The show was over but I waited patiently until I was dismissed. They were doing an interview with a local radio station so I hung around backstage killing time by scrolling through the photos on my camera. I suddenly felt arms grab me from behind around my waist and a kiss planted firmly on my cheek. I gasped and quickly turned around to see who it was, I smiled widely. “Oh my God, Harry! What are you doing here?” I asked hugging him tightly. He was a drummer in a band and an old flame, we had had a brief fling at a festival a few years back. “Playing the festival, you still clicking away?” he said in his thick cockney accent. “Yes, but I’m working exclusively for one band this summer” I said smiling. “Nice one, so, want to catch up? Have a drink, you know like old times?” he said with a grin and a wink. I laughed but before I could answer Jared came striding around the corner, he briefly stopped at the sight of Harry’s arms, still firmly wrapped around my waist. “Charlotte, we’re done, I want to see the photos asap” he said brusquely and kept walking, he barely glanced at me, but his expression said it all. I rolled my eyes, “my boss” I said with a sigh. “Wow, Jared Leto, that’s so cool Charlie” he said clearly impressed. I shrugged, “yeah, but, he can be kind of difficult to work for, really demanding, I better dash” I extricated myself from his arms and stepped back. “So, how about that drink?” he said hopefully. “Ahh, I’ll have to say no, I’m sort of seeing someone, sorry Harry” I said biting my lip, it was kind of true. “Too bad love, well let me know if you change your mind” he said giving me a brief hug before I walked off. I quickly made my way to where the group was standing around getting ready to leave. “Who was that?” snapped Jared suddenly appearing in front of me. I frowned at him, “an old friend” I said calmly. “An old friend or an old boyfriend?” he asked in a snarky voice. “Like I said, an old friend” I repeated hoping he’d leave it at that. “Have you fucked him?” he demanded. I turned to face him. “That, is none of your business” it was my turn to snap at him. “So what were you talking about, planning to meet him, pick up where you left off?” he said snidely. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t make a habit of sleeping around” I said in a hurt voice, he had the good grace to look embarrassed. A moment later Shannon came bouncing around the corner, “how about that drink Charlie?” he said with a grin. Talk about fucking timing! “Umm, look I’m …. ahh, can I take a raincheck?” I stuttered in response. “I’ll hold you to that” he laughed and walked off with a waggle of his eyebrows. I warily looked back at Jared. “Great, now I have to compete with my own fucking brother” he snapped as soon as we were alone again. I looked at him in surprise. “What the fuck are you talking about? There is no competition!” I said incredulously. “He’s always talking to you trying to get you to grab a drink, dinner and then I find you talking to some other guy and …” he trailed off. “You’re being childish, I talk to your brother because I work with him, I don’t give him special attention. As for Harry, I have friends Jared, I have a life outside my job” I said calmly, trying to diffuse his anger. He didn’t speak for a moment then he said, “you never answered my question” he said narrowing his eyes. “Give it up would you” I said looking away. “So I’ll take that as a yes” he said, “take it anyway you want, it’s none of your business in any case and I refuse to discuss it any further” I said firmly. “Fine!” he said with a low growl. “What is wrong with you?” I asked exasperated. “Nothing, nothing is wrong” he said, his voice now low, he appeared conflicted but I had no idea why. “I’m not continuing this conversation anymore, I’m going back to the hotel” I said dismissively. “I’ll see you when I get back” he said quietly. I didn’t answer, I walked away grateful he had backed down so easily. I took the car back to the hotel and gratefully jumped into the shower the moment I got into my room. I walked out of the bathroom to my phone ringing, I quickly answered it. “Where are you? I’ve been calling you for ten minutes” he said, he sounded tired. “I was in the shower, sorry” I said in explanation. “I’m coming up okay?” he said, “uh maybe you shouldn’t come tonight” I said hesitantly. “Why not?” I could hear the annoyance in his voice. “I’m tired and you’re obviously pissed …” I trailed off. “Charlie, I don’t feel great, please can I come up?” he said in a pleading voice, which of course tugged at my heart. “okay fine” I sighed. Five minutes later he was at my door, he walked in looking exhausted, he hadn’t changed instead he was holding a stack of clothes. I was expecting him to start arguing again, instead he sat on a nearby chair closing his eyes for a moment then looking up at me. “I’m going to have a shower” he said and reluctantly got up dragging himself into the bathroom. I grabbed a fresh towel hung it up and walked out. He came out not long after, the towel wrapped around his waist, collapsing on the bed. “Do you want something to eat, I can order you some room service?” I said. His shook his head, “no, I just want to get some sleep” he murmured yawning. I nodded taking off my robe and laying down next to him. “Thanks for letting me stay” he said quietly. “It’s okay” I said stroking his cheek and pushing his hair off his face. He threw off the towel and turned to face me, he put his hand on my hip and nudged me to move toward him. He pulled my leg up over his waist and kissed me softly. “Sorry … about before” he murmured his eyes looking into mine, I could tell he meant it. “Don’t worry about that now, go to sleep” I said snuggling into his chest, he nodded closing them and was asleep in a few minutes. I on the other hand lay there for a long time, with a thousand thoughts running through my head.

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Havana

genre: a mix, drug dealer au

featuring: baekhyun + exo

a/n: so I had this idea when watching the mv/teasers that exo were drug dealers in cuba but used the burger shop as a cover up so that’s what this is the start of. hopefully you like it? also, I wrote this and it was just how i wanted it but then my computer crashed and somehow it didn’t save. So I had to rewrite this as best I could from memory

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Harry Hotel Concepts

-immediately unpacking everything even if you’re only staying one night

-getting v excited about the snazzy shower

-“seriously babe you have to join me in there later c'mon I don’t make the rules”

-climbing onto the bed and bouncing aggressively to “test out the bed”

-pacing around the hotel room to check all the drawers

-“Look how cool this lamp is… Like, why does it look like that?”

-staring at you while you crawl up on the bed

-flopping lazily, spread eagle, on the bed

-flopping around like a fish all over the bed because “THIS BED IS SO BIG Y/N” but mostly because it makes you giggle when you have to scoot away from his flailing limbs

-hitting his head on the headboard

-“OW. FOOKIN HELL”

-getting pouty when you start giggling like crazy at him

-but lowkey really happy because he loves when you giggle at him

-you falling off the bed and him laughing his stupid hyena laugh

-“NOT SO FUNNY WHEN ITS YOU.”

-“Nonono m'just kidding baby c'mere I’m sorry”

-hitting you with the big fluffy pillow once you crawl back up on the bed

-not stopping his pillow attack

-lots of sex

-lottttttts of sex

-shower sex

-bed sex

-kinky sex ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-long ass heart to hearts post kinky sex

-more pillow fights because he’s obsessed with the fluffy pillows

-ordering room service at midnight

-“I really want the vegetable tray”

-“Harry ew c'mon can’t we get like onion rings”

-“no because they’re greasy”

-answering the door in nothing but his boxers

-immediately regretting it

-falling asleep holding one another

-but not without having sex one more time

-“baby this bed is so big we could literally do every single position”

-waking up tangled up in the white sheets and one another