#wether intentionally or not

[sunfloralchaos]

Hmmm

[a-literal-toaster-wtf]

anyone ever think about how collectively the aces ultimate goal is to die because . boy do i

[wizisbored]

squinting at netherborne trying to figure out lydias understanding of gender

[arolesbianism]

I am thinking very very hard abt the toy world guys and oh baby I love dropping in disturbing lore bits that are just sorta dripped into the actual plot and otherwise are not explained <3

[thesongoficeandfir3]

Prince!Maegor x Wife!reader

You’ve heard of Dark!Maegor, Yandere!Maegor, Toxic!Maegor but feast your eyes on 🥁🥁🥁 normal-ish Maegor!

This is just basically Mae before he went cray cray because while I am NOT a Maegor defender I do think that he is definitely mischaracterized ( intentionally ) in Targaryen history

This isn’t exactly supposed to be ‘soft’ Maegor but just him when his father/brother was still alive and him especially before the trial by the Seven ifykyk

Warnings: Maegor is still a bit of an ass and a dash of NSFW

Prince!Maegor before he earns his title as the cruel and is still a cunt, but a cunt who is still sound of mind

Prince!Maegorwho is the definition of the victor writes the narrative because he was not as bad as they tried to paint him to be

Prince!Maegorwho is not good with intimacy and affection at all but that is not to say he doesn’t know what love is, his mother taught him what love was (PLATONICALLY) and showed him what it means to be loved, so he knows what it is but does not know how to express it in the conventional way

Prince!Maegor who has a brute and fierce personality which then seeps into the way he loves

Prince!Maegorwho does not know how to express his love in a soft, calm or gentle way and only really knows how to express his love for you through extreme, passionate and occasionally violent ways

Prince!Maegor who is more than ready to set a city ablaze or remove heads from hundreds of bodies with blackfyre if it means keeping you safe but when it comes to more romantic ( and normal) things like saying a simple “I love you” or even just hugging you, he won’t or rather can’t do it

Prince!Maegor who’s personality will not exactly do a 180° for you, he will still be his rough, asshole, and brute of person but there will be an undertone of softness only reserved for you

Prince!Maegorwho showed an example of this when before a battle you gave him your scarf for luck and he scoffed and mocked you asking if you really thought a piece of cloth would keep him safe, but at the same time he also never took it off and carried it with him every battle from that day forward even when it became bloodied and ripped

Prince!Maegor who when it comes to displaying physical acts of affection it can be small and subtle or passionate and intense never in between

Prince!Maegor who gently forces you to look up at him holding you there with his two fingers on your chin, scanning your features and speaking in High Valyrian so you won’t understand the compliments he tells you, you do not know what he is saying, but his deep and smooth voice along with the unwavering contact with his deep violet eyes is enough

Prince!Maegor who towers nearly everyone so he also towers over you, he uses this advantage to give you a quick kiss atop your head

Prince!Maegorwho is a lot more intense with his physical affection when he is deprived of you for a long time or is going to be

Prince!Maegor who as you send him off to quell another riot before he mounts Balerion he pulls you against his broad chest, with a firm hand at the back of your head and the other squeezing your ass, as he gives you a deep and passionate kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead on yours telling you he will return to you

Prince!Maegor who while he himself is scarce with affection he will not shove you off if you show it , wether it be you laying on top of his large and warm body on a cold night or wrapping your hands around his strong bicep as you two enter an event at the castle

Prince!Maegor who will still be a bit of an asshole to you and will occasionally give you snide and crude remarks and still carry a bit of roughness to his tone but most of the time his words carry no kick to them

Prince!Maegor who is loyal, if you are able to provide him plenty of healthy heirs he sees no reason to take another wife and he sees whores as a waste of time and coin

Prince!Maegor who while he does not entertain the idea of whores that does not mean he is not a lustful man he just prefers it to be you, his perfect wife

Prince!Maegor who even with you tends to be still quick to anger and will still explode at you in an argument either by yelling, breaking things or grabbing you harshly by the forearm

Prince!Maegor who you are the only one where he feels slightly guilty after exploding on you but would rather die than actually apologize

Prince!Maegor who avoids you for days ridden with a mixture of guilt and anger with the whole situation but is not emotionally intelligent enough to just go to you and talk it out thus his apologies come in forms of lavish gifts being sent to your chambers and hopes you’d be the one to come to him

NSFW MDNI

Prince!Maegor who when taking you is rough and fast but never to the point where it’s far more pain than pleasure

Prince!Maegor who at the beginning of your marriage was very selfish when it came to pleasure but the more you grew on each other things change

Prince!Maegor who still very much is a receiver but always ensures you are also well satisfied at the end of it, one thing being him groping your breast and playing with your nipples in between his fingers as you ride on top of him

Prince!Maegor who is most vulnerable after a session, he will either collapse on you burying his face in the crook of your neck, him feeling like a weighted blanket as you comb a hand through his damp white hair or as your back rest against his chest his hands gently rubbing your bare stomach, very rare moments where he is not rough and just soft

A/n: feel free to send in your own prince Maegor asks or hcs if you wish

[haikyuusandhotchocolate]

Yuji Itadori hates when you ignore him.

He hates the charged silence between the two of you. It's a stark difference to the usually calm and comforting silence you bring that he can relish and relax in.

He hates the way you intentionally avoid him, getting up and leaving the room he enters, wether you're mid conversation with another sorcerer or half way through making a fresh cup of coffee.

He hates the way he knows you see his texts and choose to not respond or the way you walk right past him without sparing a glance in his direction.

He understands that you need space, he understands that you need time, but your prolonged absence was beginning to become unbearable to him.

He texts you asking to talk, confronts you with an apology and chocolates, even slides a letter of written apology with a pretty rose under your bedroom door but you just wont budge.

Yeah, he had fucked up real bad, but any reasonable person would be just as mad if their boyfriend had come back to life after a month.

So he decides to take a different approach. He was going to annoy you until you couldn't ignore him any longer.

He starts with small things, like leaving a half drank beverage out, or entering the room with his phone volume all the way up. He chews a little louder when the first years go out to eat together, and mixes your laundry with his in the wash.

He does everything that drives you crazy for a week until finally you give in to his tactic, bursting into his room one morning.

"What do you want Itadori?" You bark at him, he can practically see the fumes of anger radiating of you. Much to your annoyance he grins, giving you his signature closed eye smile, proud that his plot had worked.

Needles to say you did end up accepting his apology, if not only to get him to stop pushing your buttons, but because you had really missed him to.

[klashwhip]

it is a rare day for your pro-hero boyfriend, bakugo to come home early, perhaps it was compensation for the emergency 3am call that called him to work. work here as in a 10 hour battle-rescue-cleaning mission. you don’t know much about it, only hearing it on the television you put on as background noises. you did give him a quick text wishing him to stay safe, which he replied back fairly quickly—‘is he not currenly fighting?’—with a ‘duh’ and a few minutes later a ‘be back home soon.’

coming home at 4pm instead of the usual 8pm, all dirty and battered from the mission, he was greeted by the sight of you working on a project by the dining table. greeting you with a small kiss on the top of your head, he asked wether you have eaten and you response with a sheepish smile, to which he response back with a frown, to which you defend yourself before his fury of love attacks you with a ‘nooo! i ate! i finished up yesterdays leftovers a few hours ago!’. satisfied at the knowledge that your stomach doesnt eat itself for the day, he gives you another big smooch on your head before dropping his arms to his side much too ready to rid of the gunk and stench from him.

though before he could even get two steps away, your hand hold onto his wrists, dropping the hard hitting, most controversial question someone could ask a man: “baby, can you please make me a cup of coffee?”

he grumbles under his breath that makes you let out a soft giggle out of your lips. giving you yet another kiss(!), he walks off to the kitchen and you can hear the clinks and clanks and crash and boom and bam of someone making coffee with the coffee maker. he quickly returns back to your spot at the dining table with his favourite cup in hand, placing it beside your laptop, “your only cup for the day, you hear?”

looking up at your boyfriend to your left, you give him a quick smile and land your lips closest to whatever limb is near you—his stretched out arms—you went ‘mumumuah mmmuah thank you mmmmmmmmuah best mmmuah boyfriend mmmmuah ever mumumuahh.’ like an ice under scorching weather, he turns into a puddle; soft look in his eyes, face and ears slowly turning blush red, mind occupied by you, you, and only you.

doing the only thing he knows how to stop feeling shy towards his girlfriend of four years. he fights back. he’s quick to fight back infact, he puts your head on a soft chokehold, the softest one a person can make and although he is not known exactly to be a soft and calm person but you barely felt a thing aside from his skin around ur face. he could never intentionally hurt you.

after another smooch(!), he lets go of you and run quick to the direction of the stairs. halfway up, he stops and turns back to you, “you better be done with that before dinner!” he exclaimed.

“or else what?”

he glares at you, “it’s over for you, be prepared.”

he’s just a shy loverboy honestly, what’s the worst can he do? aggresively help you do your work?

[cherrymoonmotel]

Burning for you! (pt.1)

✧ au!firefighter!dean x small town!reader pt.2

✧they went to the same high school, he was a couple of years older. you left for college, he stayed. but now your back. and as luck would have it, you moved into an apartment right across the street from the fire station.

✧fluff, little bit of angst, double pov, use of y/n (nothing crazy in this one, setting it up for part 2...)

✧ w/c: 1.4k

The Diner 

the bell on the door chimes as he steps into the diner. boots scuffed, soot still under his fingernails. it smells like coffee and grease, always the same, smells, people. he tips a nod to the waitress behind the counter, and then his eyes drift. almost un-intentionally, like they were being pulled against his own will. they land on the booth by the window. 

they land on her. 

she's sitting there. hair pulled up messy. in that lazy way girls do when they think no one is looking. a stack of resumes sit next to her on the table. a mug of half full coffee. her fingers drum lightly on the edge of the table. tapping to the beat of whatever was playing through the diner. her eyes looking out the window, like her mind was somewhere else. 

dean almost didn’t recognize her. almost. 

she lifts the mug to her lips and laughs at something the waitress says as she passes by her table. and thats when it hits him. who she was. that girl with the camera. two grades below him. always lingering in the art room after school. and now she's across from him. all the same and yet entirely different. a little older. sharper around the edges. 

he doesn't go up to her. doesn't say anything. he orders his coffee and takes it to go. slipping out the front door. 

The Window

the sun has almost set. but the sky still glows with lingering traces of orange. summer days stretching long and hot. her apartment window is cracked open. the cool evening breeze flows through her room, stirring the curtains. she's curled up with her laptop, tweaking her resume. again. when red and white lights interrupt her train of thought. 

she looks through the window. 

thinking back to when she was looking for apartments. how she thought living across from a fire station couldn’t be that bad. and then she sees him. 

across the street. the door of the firetruck swings open. and he jumps out. broad shoulders, his gear clinging to him. he pulls off his helmet. soot smeared along his jaw like war paint. he drags his hand through his sweat soaked hair. laughing at something one of the other guys says. and she just watches.

worse. she remembers.

dean winchester. he was two grades ahead of her in high school. quarterback. loud. the kind of guy that you noticed wether you wanted to or not. she kept to herself back then. camera in hand. a little too shy, too serious. but she remembers him. remembers his old impala that used to sit in the school parking lot. the art classes she shared with his younger brother sam. 

she hadn’t expected him to still be here. but here he is. and he’s bigger now, broader. older in a way that makes her stomach twist. 

and as if he can hear her thoughts, he turns. looks up. and their eyes meet thorough the window. she doesn't look away. doesn’t pretend she wasn’t looking. 

and its the way her heart thumps in her chest when he dips his head in acknowledgement that has her mentally groaning. 

One week later– Main Street Studios, Downtown

the bell above the door dings just as you are re-arranging a row of vintage film cameras. you glance up, expecting…anyone but him. 

dean winchester.

he’s in his fire station t-shirt. short sleeves clinging to his firm biceps. work boots. cargo pants that hang just right on his hips. like he just got off call and hadn't changed yet. his eyes wandering around the shop. before they land on you. 

“well i’ll be damned” he says with that oh so familiar grin. “i didn’t know you were back”. liar

you feel your pulse stumble. “dean winchester. wow” you say forgetting about the film cameras you were arranging. 

“wow huh?” he says, leaning against the counter. his arms crossed. easy, confident. “you where what?- a sophomore when i was a senior?” 

you nod. “mhm something like that” you say, trying to keep your composure cool. “i had art class with sam. you used to wait for him outside, honk like a maniac till he came out”

“gotta keep the kid humble” he says grinning. “so what brings you back? thought you went off to school somewhere fancy?”

you try not to think about the fact that he’s thought of you. and your failing. you shrug, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “finished up. thought i’d come back for a bit. homes still home you know?”

he nods, and gestures around the shop. “you working here full time?”

“yeah, just started this week” you say. “they needed help and i needed something steady”

and thats when you notice the folder in his hand. he places it on the counter across from you. “well maybe you could help me out? we’re looking for someone to shoot our annual charity calendar– firehouse fundraiser kind of thing. our usual guy flaked last minute”

you look down at the folder and flip it open. and you pick up the flyer inside. a rough mockup if what looks like a firemen of lawrence 2025 calendar. you raise your brow as you look it over. 

dean smirks. “shirts optional”

you laugh as you shake your head. “we have someone here who could probably take it on. the owners son, his names greg. i’m mostly doing storefront stuff right now.”

he hums. “pity”

you tilt your head as you look up at him. “didn’t peg you as the calendar type”

he smiles. “it’s for a good cause. always up for a little bit of charity.”

“good to know” you say with a smile, taking the flyer and typing a note into the computer for greg. 

he lingers just a second longer before he starts to head for the door. but he turns around. “hey, random question. you the one who moved into the apartment across from the station? top floor. blue curtains?”

you blink. “yeah that’s me”

he nods, chuckles. “small world. thought that was you. lights are always on when we get back late”

“i don't sleep much” you admit. 

“neither do we” he says, pausing. “anyway. hopefully this works out. and maybe if your guy falls through you could step in. bet you’d do just fine behind the camera”

you raise an eyebrow. “you offering to pose for me winchester?”

“i’d consider it community service, see you around y/n” he says, shooting a wink your way. tipping his head as he heads out the door. the bell jingling behind him. 

you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you look down at the note you typed out for greg.

 and delete it. 

Later that day

dean leans back in his chair at the station. sipping on a cup of coffee, when his phone buzzes. 

1 New Email 

Subject: “Tomorrow- Calendar Shoot Confirmed”

From: Main Street Studios

he blinked at the screen, clicking it open. 

|Hey dean, tomorrow still good for the shoot? we’ll send someone over around 10. Thanks again!|

“guess its happening” he says. spinning around in his chair, quickly replying to the email. benny walks past with a protein bar in his mouth. 

“whats happening?” he asks, half chewing.

“the calendar. photoshoots on for tomorrow” he says, smirk on his lips. “better start flexing”

garth pops his head in from the rec room. “did they say who was coming to take the pics?”

dean shrugs. “some guy named greg i think. talked to the girl working the counter when i went in though”. he hesitated a beat too long before he spoke next. just long enough for benny to catch it. “same girl who moved in across the street”

benny raised a brow. “a cute girl?”

dean shrugs. trying to be nonchalant. “maybe”

benny chuckles, giving him a look. raising his eyebrows up and down, whistling at him. dean throws him a quick “shut up” and he turns back towards the paperwork he was working on earlier. 

yeah she was cute. no. not cute. pretty, she was pretty. too pretty maybe. not that he would mention that to the guys. same way he didn’t mention how she smiled when she talked to him today. or the way he can't stop thinking bout it. 

and he definitely didn’t mention how he wished it would be her showing up with the camera tomorrow instead. 

part 2 -> part 3

a/n: super excited for this little series!!!! love the idea of firefighter au!dean @supernat7 this ones for u 😛

[princeofstarspost]

𓍊𓋼~All the letters of the Alphabet~𓋼𓍊

Type: Short headcannons

Description: This is another one of those dirty alphabets, each letter has something pervy and it's all for my love Billy~~ I'm normal about him I promise...

Rating: Explicit!!

Reader: GN, Afab

Warning: Kinky, be prepared for anything, he has attachment upgrades that he can pick a size or type of...iykyk.

Featuring: Billy Kid

Billy Kid:

Aftercare:

Let's start off sweet here. His ideal type of aftercare is helping you clean up and then cuddling under the covers as you both watch Starlight knight. The two of you do end up falling asleep pretty quickly though as the party before can last a long time..

Body part:

His favourite part of your body is your chest, wether you have big tits or perky nips, he loves it. He could spend all day squishing and pinching at them, watching and listening as you get flustered by his touch.

Cum:

He's mostly robot so you might think that means no cum at all, but with upgrades...anything is possible~ And he can adjust the amount too, though his favourite setting usually leaves globs of his cum running down your entrance and legs. It's satisfying to watch, what can he say.

Dirty secret:

One time while shopping in a adult shop, you found a pervy starlight knight outfit and you were just to curious to not try it. To say he enjoyed it would be a understatement, now it's kept hidden away for when the two of you want to really spice things up.

Experience:

If you think he has no experience, you're very wrong. Who knows if it's because online porn or maybe another upgrade in his system he bought just for you, it doesn't matter really, cause all those things make him that much better at pleasing you. And he does.

Favourite position:

He loves doing things in upright positions, standing doggy style infront of the mirror so he can see your face and touch your chest, or bending you over a table so he can go as deep and fast as you want.

Goofy:

Yes, he can get a little goofy in the bedroom. Especially if there's any roleplaying, he might end up actually making himself laugh, or making you laugh. He can't help it, he's a cheerful silly guy.

Hands:

They are metal, so he's always very careful with them, but it also give him a advantage. He can warm them up for you or make them cold with a bowl of ice and they never get tired...so as long as hes gentle he could truly make your body melt.

Intimacy:

He can be very intimate, like the first time the two of you did anything. He was nervous, but he was always showing you how much he loved you during and that can happen after a dangerous mission too. If he was worried about you or thinking something could happen to himself, he prefers to take things nice and slow.

Jacking off:

You've never caught him getting off without you and he doesn't really have the need to, but you have to imagine he's probably done it at least once for practice or just to know what it was like. If anything it's not often.

Kink:

He has a few~ but maybe the most notable is the roleplaying. His favourite scenarios usually involve being a hero of some sort and rescuing you. Though he also likes being seduced by his beautiful partner and trying desperately to not fall for it...even when he always does.

Location:

He's a more at home kind of guy, not really wanting to risk getting caught doing something somewhere you shouldn't be.... but, he would like to try using a remote controlled toy on you in public. At least just once.

Mouth:

He doesn't really have one (a shame honestly), but he enjoys when you use yours. He won't lie, he likes when you choke a little, even if you do it intentionally it just makes his circuits overheat.

No:

A absolute turn off is when you get hurt, even if it's a accident or not even his fault at all, he can get very upset. He's mostly metal and if he were to get too rough you could actually get injured permanently and he's terrified of that. The second you say a ow or act like your in pain he stops everything and makes absolute positive you are okay.

One or more:

Share you with others... absolutely not. The two of you are exclusive, he doesn't want anyone else and he doesn't want to see anyone else with you. He can get a little pouty just having a handsome guy sit next to you...let alone touch you.

Pace:

Any you'd like, he's very good at regulating his movements and loves to take things slow, drawing himself out of you inch by inch, but he also could cum deep in your stomach as he rails you at max speed. It's all good to him.

Quickies:

He's been late multiple times to cunning hare meetings because a quickie turned into going multiple rounds and having to clean up the bed...again. He may not be good at time management but he tries.

Rough:

He has a limit, playful rough just like you like is as far as it goes, but pace and the amount of pleasure...that can get pretty rough on your walking abilities the next day.

Stamina:

He could literally go on forever, he sleeps but he doesn't actually need to. If you want to stay up all night sitting on his artificial dick, he's up for it. You want him to keep going as the sun comes up...it's his pleasure.

Toys:

The two of you have gathered many at this point and many attachments for him too, different sizes...shapes. One of his favourites is a rather large vibrator that he can turn on after you've been cocksitting awhile and need a release.

Unfair:

If he can tease you he will. He finds it so cute when he's bought you a new gift to try out and your face gets red or you stutter just a little at the thought. "Awe, is someone flustered? Just wait till we actually use it cutie~" He'd probably wink too, leaving you caught between thinking he's a dork and hot at the same time.

Volume:

The neighbours have complained, the people walking by have complained...even the ramen shop a street away said he'd sworn he'd heard him once. It can't be helped, he's loud and when he's making you feel good, he loves hearing you be loud too.

Wildcard:

If you wanted to, he'd let you peg him. He's even hinted at it before, just out of curiosity...and temptation. Hes never used those sensors before and thinking of you taking the lead also has him feeling horny.

X-ray:

Under his pants was alot at first, but you got used to it quickly and got weak at the knees even quicker. He has a area to attach vibrators or dildos and a area with loads of sensors for if you ever did want to peg him.

Yearning:

His yearning for you is straight out of a movie, you're his obsession, his muse, his favourite thing. He talks about you all the time and yes he wants you privately alot. Your body at his disposal and your mood delighted by him alone. It's like a dream.

Zzz:

Closing it off with some fluff. He goes into a rest mode as soon as you fall asleep and truthfully his favourite thing after all the fun...is when he wakes up next to you. It makes him a feel all giddy inside seeing you sleeping soundly, curled up under the covers. Pleased and loved. He's lucky and he knows it.

I love how I call this short headcannons when it's literally a long ass post. Idk wanted to write a few pervy things about Billy cause there isn't much and I love him.

[jammiesjars]

I still remember reading something about Kidnapper!Simon Riley a few months back and i still think about it. Heres my take 😭

Warnings: Kidnapping, probably a little ooc (not intentionally), dubcon

Kidnapper!Simon who thinks you’re the sweetest little thing to grace this earth, even as you kick and claw at him.

Simon would never force you into his arms, no, hes willing to play the long game. But when you refuse to eat or drink what he provides you out of protest, he wont watch his little bird starve.

“I know, birdie. I know.” He grunts in a sick attempt to be soothing as thick, gloved fingers push food into your mouth. His other hand is squeezing the hinges of your jaw to keep your mouth wedged open.

“I don’t like it either, love. I know your scared.”

He tilts your head back.

“Swallow, love.”

When he’s not forcing you to take care of yourself, he usually just quietly observes. He’ll leave puzzles out on the table for you, maybe even your phone on the days you dont bite him. (He doesnt tell you that hes bugged the damn thing so you cant text anyone for help)

Some days, though. Youre actions even suprise him.

There’s been days where he’s decided to give you more space than usual, where he wont even watch you. What catches him by suprise is when you purposefully seek him out, just to start hitting him or being all pouty in the corner of the rooms he’s in.

Its like you’re looking for a reaction.. He doesn’t understand why you walk in, all flushed and pouty just to start hitting him. Why do you-

Oh.

Wether it be sick delusion in Simon’s mind, or if he’s read you a little too well, he figures this is your reluctant way of asking for a good fucking.

He chuckles, striding over to the corner you’re pouting in.

“Alrigh’ sweetness. C’mere.” He croons, gathering you up against his chest even as you fight him.

“ ‘Ave i been neglecting you? Hm? Been too polite?”

He wrangles you onto the bed, ignoring the claw marks you leave down his chest and the weak protests and insults you spit at him.

You yelp as he makes quick work of your clothes, the cold air hitting your puffy cunt as soon as your panties are off.

God, its been ages.

“Fuck..” Simon breathes. If they could, his eyes would bulge out of his head.

He’s quick to fish his hard cock out of his trousers, the sight only amplifiying your protests and how you scowl and scratch at him. His arms are red with your marks.

“Easy, birdie. I’ll go nice and slow, yeah? It’ll feel so good..” He coos, pawing at your tits as his tip nudges your pussy.

When he finally fucks into you, as nice and slow as he promised, you hate how good it feels.

You hate that the slight curve of his dick nudges against that spongy spot inside of you so nicely.

You hate the praise and the way he coos at you, and how he tells you how ‘good ya feel wrapped around him’.

You hate the sounds that spill past your lips; mewls and whines for more, or just downright moans that bless his ears.

“That’s it, birdie.. doesn’t tha’ feel good, hm? Is this what you needed?” He croons, eyes fixed on your blissed out face as your orgasm peaks.

But what Simon loves the most?

The way you act afterward. All subdued and sweet; no longer scratching or fighting him. You lean your head against his chest, softly mouthing at it as your eyelids flutter shut.

God he hopes that seed took.

[foreingersgod]

what if like you did a CC x reader fic with Good luck, babe! And like reader is like Caitlins gay awakening and stuff…

Good Luck, Babe! . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: Good luck, babe! by Chappell roan

A/N: i’m aware that in a good chunk of my cc fics that it starts with reader and cait “just hooking up” or something like that, so i swear this will be the last time i do that 😭😭

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

the sun peaked through your linen curtains, making your eyes flutter open. you glanced over at your phone, 8:30, and over to the left side of your bed where she laid. she was sleeping peacefully, sheets pulled up to her collarbone, hair spewed in different directions against one of your pillows. she looked so beautiful like this. having her naked, in your bed, was truly a blessed sight to see so you cherished it whenever you could.

as she snored softly, still deep in a dream, you turned over on your side to look at her properly. you let your fingers run across the prominence of her collarbone, toying with the hem of your sheets that hid the rest of her gorgeous body. you watched as her lips parted with each breathe, how her nose twitched, and how her faint freckles danced across her cheeks. she was a sight for sore eyes.

not much later, her eyes fluttered just like yours had moments ago, yawning as she stretched for the first time this morning. she looked over, noticing you had been staring for who knows how long.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer” she laughed, leaning over and kissing your forehead before shuffling out of bed and starting to get dressed.

“no picture could beat the real thing” you grinned back. she looked over, smiling back at you, grabbing her keys.

“hey i gotta go, connor’s got this weird brunch thing that he needs me for, but um” she made her way to the door “i’ll text you”

“wait!” you stopped her before she could leave. she let you of the handle to your bedroom and turned to face you, giving you full attention. suddenly you felt vulnerable, still naked and barely covered by your sheets, laid right in front of her “would you want to grab dinner sometime this week? i know we meet up on fridays, but…i don’t know i thought it’d be nice to see you sooner”

“um…yea…you know i’ll have to text you or something” she shuffled around, avoiding eye contact. “it’s just that me and connor…he’s still my boyfriend…”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes “yea, yea i know”

“well i can’t just go out with you all the time like we’re girlfriends. me and connor are still together”

“even if you’re in my bed every weekend?” you scoffed “whatever, caitlin, i get it”

she just stared at you, not wanting to pick a fight. instead she opted for a sigh and left your apartment, leaving you alone and wanting.

you wished she didn’t have to pretend. you wished the two of you ended up differently.

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

you shouldn’t have let yourself get this attached to someone you knew you’d never be able to have. you intentionally put yourself in situations with caitlin, hoping that, in some magical fantasy in your head, she’d fall for you. but you knew her. you knew about connor and you knew that being ‘gay’ was no where near something she was willing to accept, wether you were in the picture or not.

you found yourself constantly thinking back on all the times you’d realized that you were in love other her.

when she fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie night with your mutual friends.

when you and caitlin decided to road trip to tennessee to visit a close friend who was graduating. you let her have the aux and watched as she hung out the window. sunset illuminating her face, wind rushing through her long hair, singing the lyrics completely wrong but she didn’t care. she was the sun itself, in your eyes.

when she came to your crying for the first time, sobbing about something connor had done. how she so angry at him and needed a friend to spend the night with.

when she came over a second time, completely distraught again. something about how she didn’t feel right, that her head was messing with her. she was having thoughts. thoughts about you, about women, and that she was having a crisis about her sexuality.

when she came over a third and fourth and however many amount of times, when she opened up about those thoughts with you. asking you if you would help her. asked if you would take her to bed, to relive some of her thoughts. make her feel good, worship her like connor could never do.

but your crush never went past that. taking her to bed and waking up with her already gone most mornings, shooting you a ‘thank you’ text and saying she’d see you next friday.

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call baby

“caitlin, can i talk to you for a second” you asked, moving her hands away from the waistband of your shorts.

“yea, baby” she said, calling you that like she didn’t know it destroyed you on the inside to hear it “what’s up?”

you bit your lip, nervous to pester her with this again, but you don’t think you can handle it much longer. this secret sleeping around situation was taking a toll on you and you don’t want to be waiting around for someone that will never come.

“i love the time i get with you so so much” you began “but i don’t think i can keep doing this”

“i’m sorry, what?”

“i just don’t feel like being something you keep on the side. or like being a secret for that matter. i’ve had feelings for you for a very long time and it’s very clear that you don’t feel the same, so i think we need to call this off if that’s the case.”

“oh my- are you serious?” she furrowed her eyebrows, voice raising “i don’t get the privilege to just come out and tell everyone i like girls, YN. and regardless, like i’ve told you countless times, me and connor are still together”

“but why, caitlin?” you matched her tone “do you even love the guy? cause last time i checked, you don’t even spend time with him anymore. why? cause you’re always here with me playing fucking house! i don’t care if you don’t want to come publicly out, but…but i don’t think it’s fair that you treat me as some play thing for when you want to play pretend!”

she tugged at her hair in annoyance “jesus fucking christ, YN. whatever this is between me and you…it’s not love, alright? i thought you wanted this?! you’ve been more than willing to fuck me every time. so i’m not really understanding why you’re so upset!”

you felt sick, like you were genuinely going to puke. she was a mess and you’re not going to be her experiment for when she’s having trouble with her sexuality.

“just fucking leave, clark” you shook your head “i’m not doing this with you anymore. come back when you’re ready to figure yourself out.”

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

after that night, caitlin was a disaster. she was choosing to ignore what you said; about being in love, about connor, about everything. just because you fucked on the side didn’t mean she was gay…right?

she hadn’t been herself at all. she was screwing up at practices, forgetting about events and team dinners she needed to attend. she was starting to fall behind in classes, every part of her life was crumbling.

even when she laid in bed, inched over to the very edge of the mattress, connor snoring obnoxiously loud from the other end, she couldn’t stop thinking about the last time she saw you. things were never right with connor, she had always known that subconsciously, but it was becoming very clear how loveless this relationship truly was. but she brushed it off, tricking her mind into thinking that this was how things were meant to be.

she had been with men all her life, taught that this was what girls were supposed to do. so to imagine a life in which she ended up with you was just some silly dream that was meant to stay only as an unattainable desire.

for the nights that she couldn’t sleep, she would spend in the gym practicing, trying to shake off the truth that gnawed at the back of her head endlessly. this was good, she thought, basketball always made her feel better. it was her safe place. here she could leave her worries at the door and find comfort in the game, not even thinking about you.

but no matter how many shots she took, how many baskets she made, no matter how many drills she ran to make herself forget, she found herself coming back to the thought of you.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

after about a month without you, caitlin had started to realize how much she was fucking up.

“caitlin, are you good?” kate had approached her after practice one day “you’ve been way off. and no offense, but your shots have been awful. what’s going on?”

“nothing” she plastered a fake grin on her face “nothing really, just been having a rough patch with connor, but we’re chill. just gotta lock in” she tried to joke.

kate laughed along, but she knew caitlin too well. there was definitely something up with her. but again, knowing caitlin, she needed to let her deal with it on her own.

caitlin had numerous people approach her about this. about her behavior and how she seemed to be struggling recently. but she brushed it off every single time, probably giving a dozen different excuses as to why she was acting in such a manner. she hoped that she would eventually believe them herself.

Good luck, babe!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

you truly hoped that she was doing ok. you hadn’t heard from her in quite some time, not bothering to reach out to her in fear that you’d poke the bear and make it worse. all you wanted was for her to realize what she truly felt. wether it be in love with you or that she had never loved connor at all the begin with, it didn’t matter, you just wanted her to finally see how beautiful life was when someone found their true self.

you had been in her position before: unforgiving parents, no one to trust, you’d even had the remorseless religion to add on to all of the reasons why you felt like you couldn’t be yourself. and you knew what i took to get to where you are now.

caitlin believed that most things could be fixed by either ignoring it, or fixing it right away and never looking back. but this wouldn’t be the case now, you already knew, she would have to come to terms with it eventually.

And when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

caitlin shot up out of bed, gasping for air, clawing at the sheets that seemed to be glued to her skin. another nightmare, she’d been having those recently. she looked over, squinting her eyes in the dark, making sure connor was still asleep. letting a sigh of relief go when she realized he was out cold.

her hands found their way to her hair, hands scratching at her scalp, elbows balanced on her knees. she was losing her god damn mind. she couldn’t stand him, she no longer held love for connor (not there was any in the beginning). with each passing day that she had spent with him, she found that her heart beat more and more for you each time.

And when you think about me, all of those years ago

You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

the idea of loving you was tormenting her every single day for the last few months. you were the reason she woke up every morning, the reason she worked so hard to win each game, and the reason she woke up the next morning and dumped connor. she was finally able to see clearly now, finally able to understand that she was madly fucking in love with you.

she realized that no matter how many times she fought the feeling or no matter how many times she tried to convince herself otherwise, that you were the one thing she breathed and lived for.

You know I hate to say it, I told you so

she didn’t even know what she was doing or what she was going to say, but she found herself making her way out of her apartment and into her car. she had to see you and tell you how wrong she was this whole time. that she was so in love with you that her body shook with it.

her heart pounded as she turned onto your street, immediately singling out your building and noticing your apartment lights were still on. her whole body must’ve been shaking with the way that she could barely put the car in park and unbuckle her seat belt. but she managed to make it up every flight of stairs and to your door where the shiny gold ‘103’ sat, practically antagonizing her.

her mind was on autopilot, not even realizing she had already knocked three times until she heard your footsteps approach the door. and suddenly there you were in all your glory, as beautiful as ever.

you were dressed in your comfy clothes, fuzzy cow slippers on your feet, hair messed up, and your necklace backwards. but she thought you were the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen.

“caitlin?” you rubbed your eyes in astonishment “what-um-what are you doing here?”

“hi” she breathed “i know it’s late, im sorry, really. but i just need to see you”

“caitlin i don’t want to do this again. it’s been months and you show up at more door suddenly at what? 12:40 in the morning? i thought i told you i was done with the whole charade.” you stated firmly, about to shut the door on her, but she wedged her foot between the space of the door before you could close it.

“no, no. it’s not…it’s not like that. i meant that i need to come clean to you”

still skeptical, you let her in, watching as she politely hung up her jacket. you ushered her to the couch, grabbing her a glass of water and preparing yourself for whatever she was about to confess.

“when you ended things with me,” she broke the silence “i thought i’d eventually get over it because i didn’t think what we had was all that serious. i was scared to admit that i didn’t love connor…and most importantly that…that i like girls.”

you looked at her solemnly, you knew how hard this was for her.

“and i guess is till don’t know exactly what i am, but…but what i do know is that i took you for granted and i treated you unfairly. you didn’t deserve any of it and for that i apologize”

“hey it’s…it’s ok now. yea i was upset with how things were going, but i’m proud of you now that you’ve recognized what you’ve done and you’re working on yourself.” you tried to reassure her.

“i really am trying” she stated “because i want to. for you.”

you watched as her eyes twinkled under the glow of your lamp, tears rimming her lash line. you noticed the way her nose twitched like how it did that one morning she woke up in your bed. and how she looked just as flawless as she did when you had met her.

“YN, im in love with you.” she blurted “i know i have no right to come here and say that. especially after i completely disregarded your feelings for me. i don’t expect you to take me back and try and love me again, but i just need to you to know that i have spent every day regretting what i’ve done”

there was another heavy silence again, filling the room instantly, encapsulating that words that rolled off of her tongue. you were honestly at a lost for words. of course you were still in love her, you never stopped, but now things were real. you were watching your deepest dreams unravel to you right in front of your eyes.

“You know…I hate to say it but” you said, watching as caitlin braced herself for what she assumed was rejection “…I told you so” you couldn’t hold back your grin, immediately falling into playful laughter as you scooted closer to her on the couch.

“i’m in love with you too” you finally admitted out loud for the first time in months.

her shoulders finally relaxed, exhaling after holding her breathe waiting for your response. she laughed with you, just glad to here you say those words.

“don’t scare me like that” she said, face inching slowing towards you “i don’t think i would’ve been able to handle the rejection”

“don’t worry, i don’t think i ever could’ve stopped loving you if i tried” you whispered, finally closing the gap between you. you’d kissed her many times before, but this would be the first kiss that actually mattered. “but i really did tell you so” 

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A/N: yayyy!! happy ending!! <3

[jrwiyuri]

I think a part of Genloss discussion that was missing in the original time it came out is how much the viewers are puppets to this as well. Of course some viewers enjoyed the pain and it was comedic even in its gruesome parts but at the end of the day what most of wanted was for wanted Ranboo to live. We wanted to see him escape and it is why we stayed and we were lied to as well.

Watching Genloss is going to be so crazy cause every single person you see on the screen is someone who couldn’t escape. Who is trapped there unwillingly. Who is a puppet explicitly our entertainment…

[dragonzfanfics11]

«★~Crush~★»

Random Tyler x reader headcanons, mainly just things I see him doing for reader when he has a crush wether he realizes it or not ~~

Aiden- Ben-

Warnings - none besides possible spelling errors :3

★★★★★★★★★★★★

I feel like Tyler wont even realize he has a crush on you for the longest time

He thinks his feelings towards you are just because your less annoying then others or more tolerable to him

He also doesn't realize that he does little things for you because he just thinks it'll make you happy or making something easier for you in the long run

Like passing you some of his notes from class because he happened to notice you struggling or dosing off

Or he'll get you something to eat when he notices that you skipped lunch or that you didn't like whatever they were serving at school that day

He even makes sure to check up on you if you seem more burnt out or tired then most days

Also he's very protective of you like he is for taylor

After a while someone (probably Taylor) points all these little habits out to Tyler

That's probably when he slowly starts questioning himself on why he's doing these things

He'll be in denial about having a crush on you and tries to find any other explanation for it

Spoiler alert he doesn't but he tries for a good few weeks to find one

During that time he'll still do a lot of the things he did before but like-

All blushy or trying to make it seem like it's something any friend would do

Cuz they would right?

He told himself that constantly in an attempt to convince himself that this wasn't a crush

It'll probably hit him like a bunch of bricks one day that, it was infact, a big crush on you

It still takes him a long time to actually confess to you to

But his little acts kinda like double or he'll do more things for you either intentionally or unintentionally

A few weeks before he confessed he would give you his sweatshirt or baseball jacket (mostly the jacket) in hopes that would be a big enough hint that he liked you?

He also likes seeing you in his jacket he's not sure why

After he finally musters up the courage to confess I see it going one of 3 ways

Either Taylor pushed him to confess or just straight up set something up so he just had to

Barron or someone trys to mess with you and he instantly steps in desalting in one of y'all getting into somewhat of an argument and a confession slips out

Or he steps something up himself with the help of Taylor to confess in a somewhat normal and cute way

(y'all can pick what one you prefer)

I feel like a lot of you would probably thing Tyler wouldn't be to into the physical touch and stuff but I personally don't agree

I think he's kinda a touchy person

As in he wants to hold your hand whenever he can

Weather you guys are sitting near eachother

Or walking to some place

Or simply just being near you he just wants to hold your hand or have his arm around your shoulders

I also don't see this headcanon enough for Tyler which I think should be used more is that Tyler plays the guitar for you sometimes!!

Im not sure if he'd like sing or anything but he might play a simple tune he made up or a tune from a song you like

Honestly there should be more things about Tyler playing the guitar or even Ben since Tyler taught him how to play the guitar in that art by red

★★★★★★★★★★★★

The writing kick hit hard and I made this in one sitting :]

It's been a while since I wrote for sbg and I thought I'd be a bit rusty but I think I got these headcanons pretty good in my opinion :›

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: Since the mission in Tokyo, you wanted Tangerine out of your life as soon as possible. Instead, he stormed back in to save you from yourself.

Genre: Fluff, Enemies To Lovers <3

Warnings: excessive amount of swearing, sexual themes, canon like violence, mentions of violence, blood, career sexism

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

You were only supposed to snatch a stupid briefcase for your friend, Carver. Instead, your trip ended with a crushed up train, three concussions, one broken arm, multiple bruised egos, and a whole lot of unrequested fun facts about Thomas The Tank Engine.

Oh, and a man you were convinced wanted to become your mortal enemy.

You had heard about the infamous Twins in passing — the Bolivia case mostly — and you never questioned anyone when they assured you they were professionals. At least not until you saw them fuck up more than once in one evening.

You liked Lemon. He was a decent guy, a smart assassin, and he made you laugh with his corny obsession with a children's show.

His brother however — what a fucking asshole!

Tangerine had came in strong with an attitude. He was just eye roll here, sucker punch there, and whine, whine, whine. He also had the worst timing, somehow always running into you whenever you were trying (and failing) to do your fucking job.

He seemed just as irritated by you as you were by him, however it was obvious he loved having you at his mercy: wether that was stuck pressed between the train and his arms, with his gun lodged into your throat, or hearing you say "please" and "thank you" when he swooped in like a devilish knight and saved you from a deadly bullet to the stomach.

Still, you couldn't leave Tangerine's deranged ass quicker once the nightmare that had been that mission was finally over.

You really didn't think you'd see the twins again — certainly not at the same club where you were supposed to carry out your, rather simple, information extraction mission but when you do, your eyes narrow.

Lemon looks mostly casual. His dyed platinum hair is curled around his face as he leans his arm around the booth he's sitting in, casually conversing with another man you don't know.

Standing next to the booth, Tangerine looks even less casual. He's wearing his all too familiar dark blue blazer. His hair and mustache are just as neat as they had been on the train that evening and you smirk. He has a lit cigarette dangling from his lips as he occasionally takes it out and obnoxiously blows smoke into the air.

He looks infuriatingly good.

You cross your arms, watching them from across the room. You look around. Your target hadn't made an appearance yet and in the meantime you'd had to turn down many desperate and drunk men swarming you for your attention.

"Fancy seeing you here, luv." You smirk, hearing his voice, hoarse and velvety, near your ear. He'd found you quickly. Seems like he has a talent for that and you wonder if he'd somehow planted a tracker on you.

"Stalking me now, Orange?" You ask, not even bothering to turn around as you lean on the bar counter and start to intentionally swirl your drink around the glass.

"Tangerine." He corrects.

You turn this time. Your eyes meet his chest and they start to slowly move up until you can look at him in his annoyingly beautiful blue eyes, "Potayto, potahto." You say, shrugging your shoulders.

"Well, aren't ya as chirpy as ever, Poppy." Tangerine snarls. Your lips curl hearing the code name you'd used on that train. You've been using it ever since.

You look around seeing your target walk into a small room in the corner of the club. You run a hand in your hair, smack your lips together, and glance nonchalantly at Tangerine. You send him a sweet smile, "Well, Clementine, I always enjoy our little chats but I'm quite busy and don't have time for your potty-mouth right now." You turn away from him.

He catches your arm, "I really wouldn't follow im in there if I were ya, darlin" He warns seriously. You turn around, skeptical, but listen to him anyway.

"Why is that?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Because, luv," Tangerine smirks as he firmly holds your shoulders and turns you both around. Nonchalantly, he gestures towards the door to the little room the man walked into, "That bastard hired Lemon and I to kill ya."

You tense, "What?" You spin around, heart pounding.

"Ya seriously din't think you'd been asked to be a fucking honeypot without any exterior motives?" You feel insulted until Tangerine continues, “You're an assassin, darlin', and a pretty damn fucking good one. Having you as a honeypot is a crime in itself." You realize it's the first time Tangerine has complimented you and he's looking at you with an unusually concerned expression.

"So, what are you waiting for?" You blink, completely serious.

"Excuse me?"

"Kill me." You say calmly, "Since when do you and Lemon not finish a job?"

The brunet looks at you like you've gone completely insane (which maybe you have) and then laughs, "Ya want me to kill ya, doll?" Tangerine genuinely looks like he's just heard the funniest thing in his life. However, his eyes narrow darkly and his hands curl harshly around your arm, "Fine."

Sure, you know Tangerine had been ruthless on that train but you'd also been extremely aware that he'd intentionally missed opportunities he had to kill or badly wound you. So, when he yanks you into the men's bathroom, you panic.

You pull against his arm and push against chest as you try to take out the small knife you always cram inside your boot, but Tangerine is too quick. Your body is suddenly thrown across the bathroom like you're nothing and you crash into the mirror, ribs hitting the sink. You stare at him, eyes fluttering from the pain as you sway on your feet and clutch your side.

Tangerine looks completely unfazed as he struts over to you and then grabs your chin between his fingers so forcefully you unintentionally whimper, "Where's the assassin I met on the train, huh?" He asks, his voice smooth, "Haven't given up so easily, have ya, darlin'?"

You stare at him. He's taunting you. He wants you to fight him. Quickly, you knee him in the groin and side kick him to the ground. He stumbles a little but recovers from the hit. A sensible voice in your head screams at you to run but instead you pull Tangerine up by the collar of his expensive suit and body slam him against the wall, your forearm crushing his throat.

When you look at him, Tangerine is smirking cockily, "Atta' girl." He croaks.

You realize a little too late that the only reason you managed to pin Tangerine to the wall was because he was letting you. The moment he resists, you're the one easily pinned as one of his hands presses your wrists above your head.

Time suddenly feels unimportant as you look into his eyes. “Am I in danger?" You whisper, breathlessly.

Tangerine's stoic expression falters a little and he drops your arms and looks around the bathroom. He turns back to you, running a hand in his hair. “Yes." Your heart leaps, “Lemon and I mean you no harm, but someone else wants you dead, Poppy."

His hand slides down your back as he leads you outside of the bathroom and back into the busy noise of the club. You catch his arm as he walks in front of you, "Tangerine, wait," You say, voice raspy. You watch him turn around. His hair is messy from his hand and he's looking at you like he's never heard you say his name before.

Your heart is beating out of your chest and you want to ask him to stay. A little part of you wants him to stay so he can take care of you. Only, you can't ask him that. You've looked after yourself and you've long accepted that that's how it would always be.

"What?" Tangerine frowns, wearing an irritatingly handsome expression for someone that looks so confused and, frankly, a little annoyed.

You frown and, as hard as you can, slap him across the face. From his profile, you can see a dark glimmer appear in his eyes and his jaw tightens. He doesn't react as he slowly looks at you again, and then he can't because you're kissing him.

You bury your nails into his cheeks as he wastes no time to grip your hips with his hands. You kiss him passionately and clumsily — like you've never kissed anyone before but somehow when his lips move against yours it still feels flawless.

"Fuck," Tangerine groans when you bite his lower lip and smile proudly.

He pulls you closer to him and his hand comes up to hold your neck as his fingers bury themselves in your hair. He jerks your head backwards painfully but you groan in approval. Tangerine begins to suck on the skin of your neck like he's been starved of you for years.

You don't want him to pull away when you feel him move so you chase his lips. He chuckles, his voice low, and cups your cheeks in his hands as he looks at you. His eyes are weirdly affectionate for a man who's a cold blooded killer.

"Are you going to turn me in?" You ask him, your face still in his hands.

"What didn't ya understand when I told ya Lemon and I won't cause you any harm?" He rolls his eyes, gently patting your cheek. Slowly, as if savoring the touch of your skin, he slides his hands down your arms and then intertwines your fingers with his, "Come on, we're leaving."

You let him lead you through the sweaty bodies of the dancing crowd until you reach the booth where Lemon sits. He sees his brother and then his eyes flicker to your hands and the corner of his lips curl, "I see you found er," Lemon waves at you.

"Bugger off," Tangerine snarls, hearing something in Lemon's voice that you hadn't, "And get off your fucking arse, Lemon," He adds, "I don't wanna deal with that bloody bastard when he realizes we aren't killing er. I don't want his filth on my suit. I like this suit."

Tangerine lets your hand go to adjust his collar. You cross your arms and look around the club. Accidentally, you make eye contact with someone and your entire body freezes.

He sees you before you can look away. Quickly, you turn to Lemon and Tangerine, who haven't stopped bickering, and slap Tangerine's chest to get his attention. He looks at you, eyebrow raised, "Hate to break up the love-fest boys, but I think our little friend just realized you lads plan on keeping me fucking breathing." You hiss.

"Bloody fucker." Tangerine whispers, his eyes glued on the man approaching you all as Lemon stands. Lemon pulls out his gun and unlocks it with a click. You bend over to take the knife from inside your boot but the moment you have it in your hands, Tangerine snatches it from you and replaces it with his gun.

"I don't want this," You deadpan.

"Don't argue." He squints at you and twirls your knife in his hand.

Ignoring him, you reach for your weapon anyway, "I like my knife, thanks."

Tangerine tuts and holds it above his head, smirking, "Guns are safer, luv." He patronizes.

"Misogynist asshole." You grumble, earning a frown from him.

"Mates, now ain't the time." Lemon interrupts sternly. You look behind him and see that the man who'd hired you to kill him, just for him to kill you, has a few other bulky looking buddies with him and they're much closer than they were earlier.

Without hesitation and because Tangerine is distracted, you manage to jump up and take the knife from his hand. You then proceed to meticulously launch it past the swarm of dancing bodies. With a smoosh it lands smack in the middle of one the men's head and the sound of his body hitting the ground causes a mass panic.

"Fucking brilliant," Tangerine scolds, looking annoyed, "Now ya lost the fucking knife." His hand wraps around your forearm and he whispers in your ear, "And I ain't misogynistic, sweetheart, I just don��t wanna see ya hurt," He admits.

He starts to pull you away but you wiggle out of his grip, "Poppy!" He shouts as you sprint towards the men.

Fuck this, you think, if those motherfuckers want you dead then you won't wait around for them to kill you – you'll kill them first.

You take the man closest to you in a scissor leg takedown, slamming him onto the ground. You snatch your knife from the dead man's head as he lays not far from you and slit the throat of the man you're pinning to the ground. You spin your head around and throw Tangerine his gun. Quickly, he unlocks it and, with Lemon, starts shooting past the innocent civilians and manages to fatally hit a few of the men.

You make your way to the leader and front kick him in the hand so he drops his gun. When he does, you try and bend over to retrieve it from where it fell only the man manages to punch you in the jaw. You stumble over, tears pricking your eyes from the pain, but stand up anyways. "Who the fuck are you?" You demand, returning a punch that the man easily avoids. He backhand slaps you so hard you groan. You fall onto your knees and your knife slides out your hands and across the floor.

"You don't remember me?" The man asks with a snarl, his Irish accent thick.

"No." You hiss, crawling to reach your knife. Only, the man kicks you in the stomach and you can't help the scream that leaves your lips.

You blink, cheeks and palms pressed to the floor as you helplessly watch Tangerine and Lemon in action. There had been more men then you'd anticipated and while the Twins can certainly assert themselves in combat, they're far too concerned with defending themselves to help you.

You feel a hand grip your hair and the man harshly turns you around so he's straddling your hips. He presses your knife against your neck and smiles at you. He's young, clean-shaven, and has moles sprinkled across his cheeks like small freckles. You stare at him only to have him spit in your face. Shutting your eyes, you snap, "What the fuck?" and struggle against him.

"You took everything from me, Y/n." He growls and your heart leaps. He knows your name.

"I don't even know who you are!" You try to buck your hips so he falls but he's too strong.

"You stole my job. The hit on the Senator and his family a few months ago, remember them?" You nod, "Well it was mine and you swooped in and took it from me. My reputation, gone in seconds because of some inexperienced, useless, brat." He rants like a madman and presses the knife harder until it strains crimson.

"Everyone steals jobs, it happens." You explain, voice hoarse.

"And yet you couldn't even finish it."

You can barely breathe anymore. "I couldn't kill the child." You explain.

"I know. I did, and yet you still took all the fucking credit," He smirks and lifts his arm. "You ruined my reputation – everyone said I was beaten to the task by a fucking girl – and now you're gonna pay." You squeeze your eyes shut.

Instead of the pain from the knife you hear one gunshot and suddenly the man collapses onto you. Instantly, you sit up and shove him away. Your head snaps up, eyes wide, to see whoever just shot him.

Tangerine stands over you, tucking his gun back into his pants behind him. There's blood splattered across his cheeks but you don't think it's his. He grins, "Now he's a fucking misogynistic bastard." He holds out his hand and helps you stand, "Ya ok, luv?"

You nod slowly and look around the club. There are bodies everywhere. Lemon stands in the center, cleaning his gun and he tilts his head at you, "We should skedaddle before the coppers come." He points out.

You nod again and let Tangerine and Lemon walk you out and into their car.

* * *

The Twins house is as you would have imagined. It's basically a mansion and just as polarized as they are. All the rooms Tangerine touches are neat and fancy, while whatever is Lemons has more of a messy, boyish, charm.

You're sitting on the kitchen counter as Tangerine presses alcohol to your neck as he cleans your wound. He's uncharacteristically gentle with you,

"So, what did that wanker want with you anyway?" He asks, not looking into your eyes.

You grimace, "I stole his hit, apparently."

Tangerine raises his brow, "And he wanted to kill you because of it?"

"I also took his credit for killing the Senator's four year old son," You sigh, "When in reality, I couldn't bring myself to harm the little boy." You feel pathetic in front of Tangerine, who is silent for a moment until he says,

"I wouldn't have killed him either."

You look up at him, "Really?"

He looks you in the eyes, "Really. I don't harm kids." He pauses and then moves some hair away from your face so he can clean some more scratches you have on your skin, "Why'd ya take credit for the kill?"

"I didn't want to seem weak in front of my employer. He already trusts men more than women." Your sentence dies and you look away, "This is a male dominated business, you know? Like most careers, us women have to survive somehow." You bury your head in your hands, "I know it's dishonest but the only reason I got that job on the bullet train was because I earned a little reputation from the Senator hit."

Tangerine suddenly laughs and it makes you turn your head towards him again, "What?"

"I understand, luv. Ya don't need to explain yourself."

"You do?"

He kisses your forehead quickly, "Mmhm."

You feel weirdly fuzzy with his lips on your skin and you remember your previous kiss. You aren't sure if you should mention it, or simply pretend it had never happened. Tangerine pulls away from your skin, but his finger slips under your chin and tilts your head to look at him. His eyes jump from yours, then down to your lips, and you hold your breath.

When he kisses you, you know there is no need for talk anymore.

"Should have known you had a soft spot for me." You say anyway, smirking into his lips.

Tangerine frowns, "What's that, sugar?"

"You're secretly a softie, aren't you?" You tease him with a smile.

Unsurprisingly, his frown deepens and he warns, "You're startin' to get on my nerves, sweetheart. Continue like this and next time, I'll leave ya to defend yourself from that arsehole."

You fake hurt, dramatically crossing your hands over your heart, and flutter your eyelashes at him, "You wouldn't, Tan."

"Nah," Lemon interrupts the banter, entering the kitchen with his pink boxers and his mouth full of mint toothpaste, "He couldn't leave ya, Poppy. You're all he ever talks about."

"Shove one up your arse, Lemon." Tangerine hisses, eyes narrowing at his brother.

"You dug your own grave, mate, lay in it." Lemon dismisses him with his hand, "G'night." He smiles at you and spits in the skin. Tangerine watches Lemon walk out of the room. His face is deformed into an annoyed expression,and the moment Lemon shuts the door behind him, Tangerine looks at you.

"Zip it." He demands. He taps your upper thigh as an indication for you to jump off the counter. When you do, his hands linger on your waist, "Come on, you're up way past your bedtime, luv." He smirks at his own joke as he leads you out the kitchen and down the hallway.

Tangerine's room smells like him and is cleaner than your entire apartment. You walk to the queen-sized bed and marvel at how comfortable it is when you sit on it. "Here," Tangerine says nonchalantly and hands you one of his shirts. He turns around, making sure you have your privacy, as he starts to unravel his blue-tie.

You don't protest as you step out of your dress and throw his shirt over your head. You feel out of place when Tangerine turns back around and looks you up and down. He raises one eyebrow, "Well?"

"Well what?" You ask, confused.

"Get into the bloody bed, Poppy." He says harshly.

"What? Where are you sleeping?"

Tangerine runs a hand in his hair, "In the living room."

"Bullshit. You can sleep in your own bed, I’ll sleep on the couch." You pause, eyes scrunching, "Or I- I'll juts go home."

Tangerine smirks, "In my shirt?" He motions to your dress on the ground and you feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, "Just shut up and listen to me for once." He says.

"Then you stay too. There is enough room," You reason as you walk to one side and dramatically pull down the covers. You stare at him with wide eyes and pat the mattress, "You aren't afraid to sleep with a woman, are you now?" You tease.

Tangerine's cheeks flame and he grumbles something under his breath but he’s shedding his blazer. You avert your gaze and climb under the covers.

Your back is turned to Tangerine as you hold your breath, eyes bouncing around the room. Then, the light switches off, the bed dips and suddenly you feel warmth next to you.

"Tan?" You whisper into the darkness after a moment.

You hear him shift in the bed and then a small hum to tell you he' listening, "Poppet," He mutters and your lips curl upwards.

"Thank you.”

Silence.

"While I do appreciate the gratitude, why ya thanking me?" He asks, his voice low.

"Thank you for not killing me, and saving my ass, and of course letting me stay here — with you and your brother — " Your chest feels lighter and your eyelids start to feel sleepy. You feel Tangerine shift in the bed again and suddenly his arm is around your waist.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps and you shiver as Tangerine pulls you into him until you're curled up against his chest. You let out a shaky breath when you feel his cheek rest near yours, "Shhh, sleep now, luv. We'll leave the thank yous for tomorrow, hmm?" His voice is uncharacteristically sweet.

You hum in approval and let your eyes flutter shut. You start to drift in and out of sleep but you're almost certain you hear Tangerine mutter, "I'd never let anything bad happen to ya, Poppy. I promise, you're safe with me," just before you fall into the most relaxing sleep you know you'll ever have.

[sasukekys]

I noticed recently how people act like Sasuke was the one who was in doubt about the feelings he had for Naruto while Naruto was already sure, when it is kite literally the opposite... It's not Sasuke who goes after Naruto and tries to define their relationship as just friendship, hell even "dudebros" tend to doubt that Sasuke loved Naruto first

they just love differently. sasuke believes his feelings for naruto make him weak (+ itachi made him grow up believing he had to be full of hatred and avoid bonds and all), that’s why he tries to get away from and suppress them at any cost, because it distracts him from his goals, it’s truly one of the most basic things about sasuke’s character. in the end, what he feels for naruto is stronger than this mentality he grew up with, but suppressing it and wanting to get rid of it ≠ not knowing about it. sasuke constantly asks naruto to define their relationship, to tell him his reasons for going after him, he always wants naruto to reassure him, he basically wants to know if naruto feels the same as him, but he already knows what that is.

naruto believes his feelings make him stronger, because the love iruka and sasuke gave to him changed his heart, so he basically wants to give it back to sasuke, but he’s the one who shows an entire arc of struggling to define what sasuke really is to him. naruto struggles with internalised homophobia, he can’t say “i’m in love with you” because (1) kishimoto works with subtext, a franchise like naruto wouldn’t allow it to be so explicit, (2) he is alienated to it, not in the sense that he has no clue, but in the sense that they live in a society that isn’t really welcoming about this, so for someone who clearly cares what others think of him (see dark naruto and naruto’s core of wanting to be hokage and change people’s minds about him), it’s harder to say it. at vote2 with his explanation sasuke gets it, though.

sasuke actively suppresses his feelings, he does it intentionally, naruto represses them, he does it unconsciously, but he acts on instinct, that’s why i said his situation feels alienating, because he doesn’t necessarily have to say it’s romance, even though it is, he just lets it spill without really reflecting about it (until sasuke makes him face it at vote2, i would say). naruto’s problem is loving men. sasuke’s problem is loving. period. it’s loving someone to the point of being influenced by that person, his trauma strongly revolves around that.

if you want my opinion on wether i think naruto would be able to admit to himself explicitly after vote2… yes, i think he would. the same way, sasuke’s love for naruto is stronger than the toxic mentality he was made to believe, naruto’s love for sasuke is strong to break these societal chains. naruto has canonically put sasuke above his dream already, so we know where his priorities lay.

[cupidlovesastro]

𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠

sun ☌ moon- people with this placement are tuned with their emotions, and may often identify with their emotions. for example, when they are happy they might say they’re just a happy person. they are also lead by their heart and their personality could bring peace, happiness, and comfort to others. they could also be seen the parental figure of their group, and if they are a parent

sun ☌ mercury- people with this placement could be very good at describing their personality and could know exactly who they are, what they want, their beliefs, etc. these individuals could also have a voice that’s powerful and demands attention. they are also could be fast speakers and quick with comebacks. they may also be curious to find out more ways to express theirself or introspect

sun ☌ venus- these people are lovers at heart. when in a relationship they may identify with their lover often, or say that them and their partner are like one. these people also love dressing up and looking good. they could hate when they feel inner conflicts. their personality may also have many feminine qualities, and they could appear very confident and a ball of light to others. there’s also opportunities for this native to be popular and an artist of some sort

sun ☌ mars- people with this placement are a ball of energy. they could be highly active people and they could also have an intense presence. they may be intimidating to others as well. i could also see that someone with this placement feels strongly about their identity and personality. they could have a very masculine energy or personality traits. they are go getters, and don’t like wasting their time. they don’t struggle to make up their mind, they just know what they strive for

sun ☌ jupiter- these individuals have a big personality, and may be immature in their younger years but show lots of growth and improvement over time. they could also have a very healing personality and they’re the type of person who makes you want to change yourself for the better. this person could also have traits that are rare and considered lucky to have. they quite curious about the world and all that is out there for them to discover. their level of optimism keeps them and others in a positive and cheery mood, they are charmers

sun ☌ saturn- there could be some for of discipline on this individuals personality. they could take things seriously, and they may try not to show their true self to others. they could also often identify their self with being a very responsible person, and so could others. they have much drive, and are assertive and ambitious natives. they could seem aloof, cold, and distant to others, although they may not do this intentionally

sun ☌ uranus- their way about going about life could seem creative and unique than others. they also have a deep care for the world around them. their identity may also seem rebellious to societies norms and social standards. also change traits a lot , wether this be intentional or unintentional. they are also creators and idea people, in the sense that they have many ideas. they’re also good at showing that they care for others

sun ☌ neptune- these people are empathetic through and through. they are quite good at expressing that they care and have much compassion. they could also be mysterious, and not much is known about these individuals. they are highly intuitive people though, and may sense when others aren’t being truthful about their identity. their personality could be seen as ideal though, in the sense that they could be the type of people that others day dream/ dream of being

sun ☌ pluto- their personality could change quite a bit over time, so to internal transitions and transformations they experience. people with this aspect could also have karma surrounding their identity, or their karma could be brought to light due to this aspect. others could view these individuals as mysterious, secretive, intuitive, and spiritual