#THANKYOU AGAIN FOR THE ASK !!! it makes me so proud that you think of me as a somewhat notable artist lmao :^)

[avephelis]

Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOOOOVE ATTENTION

ermmm don'tknow... maybe the ghibli study i did with tamper? really proud of that one (lots of detail and very different from my usual style with the thin lineart!). but ALSO doing a two for one because i finally posted one of my stupid shitpost animations this year and i think i peaked with hate criming leonardo ninja turtle.

MY DND NPC GAYBOY i'm super fond of that piece (but understandably my oc art doesn't get as many notes lol). also technically scottie's post but embryo magical girl lives in my head forever... OH! and the spidersona mass attack i did for artfight i spent forever on that.

GYAHH I DUNNO THERE'S SO MANY... @sodaquail's to your joy i tether comes to mind that fic changed my brain chemistry i think. umm jaime @routeriver's fucking everything (LOOK AT THIS SHIT. LOOK AT IT.) and jay @oh-lordy-lord-save-me's everything (amazing times a million billion). AND! scottie @wiiwarechronicles always forever but also the drawing he did of my ocs is soo.. aaugh.. AND @cpunkhobie's RONIN PLURAL AU FUCKING IN MY BRAIN FOREVER. there's way more than that but this is getting super long lmao

i think 2023 was a great year with art for me. super excited about 2024!! all the best for everyone reading this too!!

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s concepts 10/50

Character; Bucky Barnes

Kink; Piss Kink (i couldn’t help myself so i added pet play🙈)

Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”

Requested by; Anon (X)

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.

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your throat flared in distress as your lips began to chap and crack, having been wrapped around bucky's cock for the past 30 minutes, it was fair to say they weren't in the best of shape.

you were knelt between his thick thighs, the hard floor, harsh on your sensitive skin as he worked at his desk above you. bucky had made you drink many glasses of water, more than double your daily amount. when you couldn't drink all of the glasses he had graciously gifted you with, he punished you.

claiming you were being ungrateful, that daddy was just trying to take care of you. you had promised you'd be a good girl for him if it meant getting out of a spanking, your ass still sore from last weeks punishment- one that he'd manipulated you into (as usual).

you squirmed, desperate to find some relief as your mouth warmed buckys cock, your bladder beginning to feel more full as time went on. noticing your discomfort, he slumped back against his chair, pushing his long brown locks behind his ear with one hand, his bicep flexing as he did so.

you whimpered, your tongue massaging the underneath of his length making him hiss with surprise as he growled

"i thought you said you were a good girl for me? i think you lied, pup. cause' im pretty sure if you were a good girl, you'd be warming my cock with no complaints like daddy asked you too, hm?"

he was quick to grab a fistful of your hair, pushing you deeper onto his cock as your thighs pressed together, desperate to make him proud.. and not wanting to embarass yourself by peeing all over his floor.

you looked up at him, your eyes pleading, tears streaming down your cheeks.. begging for even an ounce of sympathy. bucky sighed as he pulled you away from his cock, you were instantly opening and closing your mouth, swinging your jaw in circles as you tried to loosen up your locked jaw.

"go on, what's the problem with you now, puppy? what are those pretty tears for?"

"i really gotta' go daddy." you whispered, ashamed, your cheeks flustered in embarassment.

"go where, puppy?" he asked in return, a slight smirk on his face as he stroked your head gently, already knowing what the issue was.

"the bathroom, p-please daddy?"

"yeah? you gotta' go pee, sweetheart? you sure you can't hold it just a little longer for daddy?"

you shook your head desperately, your bladder already felt like it was about to burst, all of that water bucky had pressured you into drinking finally catching up to you, making you tense up in fear of leaking.

he sighed once more as he tutted in false disappointment "well alright then, go on puppy, go pee."

"oh thankyou, daddy! thankyou so much, i promise it won't happen again!" you gasped excitedly, seeming as your owner had been feeling generous... or so you thought.

you began to push of your knees in an attempt to stand when you felt bucky harshly pull you back down, this time sitting you on his thick thighs, straddling him. you looked up at him in alarm, eyes wide, wondering what you had done wrong.

your bladder suddenly feeling even heavier than before as you tried to prevent yourself from pissing out of fear, your thighs clenching tightly together. which didn’t go unnoticed by bucky as he spread your legs apart with both hands.

"where do you think your going?" he scolded.

"t-the bathroom.. y-you said i could go, daddy?"

"silly girl, puppy's don't use bathrooms now do they?"

you cocked your head, puzzled "i-i don't understand."

"of course you don't, dumb little girl, puppy's don't use the bathroom, if you need to pee so badly then do it, right here on daddys lap." he growled, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine.

he reaches down, pressing his hand against your tummy, pushing down against your bladder as tears of humiliation roll down your flustered cheeks.

“d-daddy, i can’t hold it, i really gotta’ pee.”you squirm desperately, your pussy throbbing with pain, or maybe, pleasure?

"stupid puppy, you gonna' piss yourself, hm? gonna' piss all over daddys lap? shh, sweetheart. let go for me, let go for daddy."

you let out a loud sob as the ache between your thighs is suddenly relieved, before you can even understand what's happening a heavy flow of liquid gushes out of your pussy, soaking through buckys lap and onto his extremely hard cock- which he had apparently just taken out of his pants.

he groans in pleasure "oh baby.. fuck, that's it, you were just so full, huh? so desperate you just had to piss all over daddys dick, what a filthy little puppy, look at the fuckin' mess you made."

he smirks, thrusting his hips into your own, grinding his cock into your soaked pussy making you sob harder in confusion. your brain having not caught up to what just happened.

bucky is quick to pull up your skirt and push your panties to the side, sliding his thick cock inbetween your thighs and rubbing his swollen tip against your entrance.

he swiftly pulls you down by your hips, his mushroom head only just pushing past your walls making you let out a pathetic moan…before a smooth warmth begins to fill your cunt. at first your confused, knowing bucky never cums that quickly, until you look down and see a steady stream of piss leaking out of you.

“fuck… my dirty fuckin’ piss slut, letting her daddy piss inside her silly, baby cunt. you like that? you like being a disgusting, hot, mess for your daddy? filthy little pup.”

you sob into his shoulder, humiliated yet so turned on as his hot piss floods your pussy, running down your legs and dripping onto the floor.

bucky shushes you as he codles your head, rubbing his hands gently up and down your back, his stream still filling you with his warmth, trying desperately to keep his moans and whimpers to a minimum, so as not to let you know how much he's enjoying himself. your silly, puppy brain is too dumb and confused to notice anyway.

"shh, shh, it's okay puppy, daddy had an accident too, see? no need to cry about it, silly girl.” he consoles you, pushing your head back down into his shoulder when you try to move, not wanting you to notice the shit eating grin plastered across his face.

he has you right where he wants you, dumbed out and dependant on him to make you feel better... just like he always does... and just like you always are.

[gemstone-roses]

New Year’s Eve.

Eddie Munson x Reader.

Summary: Eddie overhears you turn down an invite to Steve’s iconic nye party, stating you categorically hate the holiday, so, he invites you to spend the evening with him in his trailer instead.

Warnings; SMUT, 18+ only, p in v MINORS BE FUCKING GONE FROM THIS PLACE , mentions of drug dealing., anxiety, praise kink, hurt/comfort vibes, the holy trinity of my fics. Like soo much praise kink, fingering! This took forever to write but I’m proud of it ok. This work and this blog is intended for adults only. I am not responsible for what content you consume.

A:N - I wanted to post one more fic before the end of the year, I hope you all like it! Thankyou for all the love on this blog this past year, I am so happy my fics have been a source of comfort for some of you, I’m so thankful for all the love. it’s been a tough one for many, including myself, here’s hoping the next is easier on rveryone. Much love to everyone ❤️❤️

“what do you mean you’re not coming!” Steve asks with mock affront, standing at the door of your trailer, your leaning against the door, steaming mug of coffee, untouched, you give Eddie a wave as he leaves his place opposite, he sends you a wicked smile and a wink as he leaves to do his dealings of the day.

You shake your head and chuckle.

“Steve, every year you ask me, every year I say no, my answer hasn’t changed and it won’t” annoyance creeps into your voice unintentionally. Steve opens his mouth feigning hurt before breaking out into a smile.

“Sorry, I just haven’t had my coffee yet, but I hope you have a wonderful party Steve” you smile, and he nods “I understand, I just have to ask you know? Maybe this year will be the year you come”. “You’ve said that every year since we’ve known each other haven’t you” you chuckle, and he nods, swiping his hand through his hair. “Anyway, lots to do, I better be off, have a good night” he waves you off before getting back in his car. You bring your coffee to your mouth, finally. “Spending New Year’s Eve alone sweetheart”? Eddie appears from the side of your trailer, his face in a huge grin you can’t help but smile.

“Yes”. You say. Eddies brow furrows, as he steps into your doorway, his aftershave invades your senses as he places a caring hand on your arm” can’t have that darlin, I’ll be back at 5, come hang with me” he’s says it so casually but the sparkle in his eyes says he’s desperate for you to say yes. You weigh up your options in your head, you were just going to go to bed early and hide under your covers, but the man in front of you makes your breath hitch whenever you see him, and that mouth,god. “Yeah, okay”. You say. And you didn’t think it possible but eddies grin gets wider. “Just come over anytime after five sweetheart” his voice cracks at the end of his sentence and you have to do everything in your power not to groan. “Okay” you whisper. And then he’s gone, leaving you feeling empty without his presence.

5 o clock comes quicker than you thought. Swiftly slipping on a black band tee you pull on a pair of comfy joggers and head over.

The door swings open before you can even knock. “Hey darlin” his eyes are sparkling again as he steps back and does a theatrical bow to show you in. You laugh at his actions as he shuts the door behind you.

“So, sweetheart, you gonna tell me why you hate this holiday so much?” He steps closer to you, his eyes wide with interest. You frown, anxiety pooling in your stomach. “Hey” he says softly. Fingers coming to cup your chin. You look at him, his soft brown eyes make your insides melt slightly. “Did I upset you” he asks and it’s so sweet and unexpected you can’t help but let out a small laugh. “No, god no, I just, it’s silly” you trail off, looking down at the floor. “Not to me” Eddie says softly, and you look up and once more think you might get lost in those eyes. He’s got a reassuring smile on his face, waiting. “I get this impending and unrelenting feeling of doom okay” you whisper, then shut your eyes as if you can hide from the words you’ve said. Eddies fingers caress your face gently. “That’s not silly” he whispers, cupping your face with his big hand. You lean into his comforting touch. “Thankyou”. You whisper, lifting up your hand and placing it on top of his. “You have the most stunning eyes” he mutters before recoiling slightly as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Erm”… he rubs the back of his neck chuckling. “So do you” you say simply. “Ha, thankyou, sweetheart” he laughs awkwardly. The tension in the air hangs between you, you look at Eddie, he looks at you and you think this might be it but then his brows shoot up and he says “Oh my god I didn’t offer you a drink I’m a terrible host” he says suddenly, tripping over himself to get you a soda. “It’s fine! Don’t worry” you assure him. He mutters sorry while he hands you the can and leads you to his room. “So, what would you like to do sweetheart” his grin has returned, and even though he’s asked you you know he’s got something in his mind. “I don’t mind, film?” You say sitting down on his bed pulling your legs up. Eddie stares, completely lost in the moment, watching you do something so ordinary, and you take his breath away. “What?” You ask, burning under his stare. “You’re fucking beautiful” he states. Your heart stops in your chest, mouth falls open and you don’t realise he’s moved closer, he’s sitting opposite you, his hands on your knees, he’s leaning forward slightly, a mix of weed and his aftershave once again enveloping you. You meet his eyes, full of adoration for you, his tongue pokes out to wet his lips and you can’t tear your eyes away. “Can I- kiss you?” He asks and your heart soars as you nod, he crashes his lips to yours and you forget to breathe. The kiss is gentle but firm, he wraps his arm around your waist as he pulls you into him, one hand holds the back of your neck as he runs his long fingers up and down, sending shivers straight to your core. You moan and he stops, panting slightly, he keeps one hand at the back of your neck.

“Eddie” you breathe. “God your incredible” he says, swiping his thumb across your puffy lips, he leans into kiss your neck. He trails sloppy open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone, you writhe underneath him, each press of his lips causing your pussy to throb. “Eddie please” you moan.

‘What do you need sweetheart?” He mutters and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. “You” you plead, clenching your thighs together to get some, any, form of relief.

“Mm, say it again” he groans, fingers waiting at the edge of your joggers. “I need you Eddie” you moan, pushing your hips up to emphasise your point. Mischief dances across his face as he slowly removes your pants, smiling at the wet patch that’s formed in your panties. He taps his fingers across your clothed pussy, watching as your head falls back in both pleasure and frustration. He bends down, breath fanning over your clothed core. “I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock” he whispers, placing an open mouthed kiss over your dripping pussy, before hooking his fingers through your underwear and pulling them down.

Eddie leans over you as his fingers dance on your inner thigh, one hand bracing on the window behind your head. He bends his head, hovering his lips next to your ear” Spread your legs wider for me darlin” he groans, and then smiles as you do. “That’s it” he says, moving his hand toward your core. “So wet” he comments, pushing his finger inside your hole, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your clit. He moans as you clench around his finger instantly. “Mm fuck Eddie” you whine as he curls his finger inside you. He captures you in another kiss as he presses his thumb into your throbbing clit. “Ah, Eddie-“ you say, your orgasm fast approaching, he continues, alternating between circling and pressing on your sensitive button, pleasure begins to cloud your vision as he pumps his finger in and out of you, wetness dripping down your thighs.

“That’s it, good girl, come for me sweetheart” he soothes as your orgasm crashes over. He keeps rubbing gentle circles on your clit as you come down from your high, when you open your eyes he’s staring at you, awestruck. “You did so well for me” he praises and Eddie’s cock twitches in his pants watching your reaction to his words. “Eddie, that was amazing” you breathe, and he shoots a wicked smile at you that has heat flooding your body again.

“You okay”? He checks and you nod. “Drink this” he unscrews the cap on a bottle of water for you and places it to your lips. No one has ever bothered to be anywhere near as kind and considerate and your heart once again soars because of the man currently sitting between your legs. Eddie’s cock is painfully hard in his pants as he takes in your post orgasmic state. Sweat pooled on your face, your still panting slightly, come dripping from your pussy onto his bed, Eddie thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

You sit up and pull him into you, his clothed cock pressing into your naked core. He hisses at the contact. “We don’t have to, it’s completely okay if you want to stop darlin” and once again your falling hard, the softness in his voice makes you want to cry. “I don’t want to stop” you say and Eddie places a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling his pants down. His cock strains against his boxers, you reach out and tease the head with your hand. Eddie groans, it’s feral and he places his hands on your shoulders as he nips at your neck. “Lie down for me sweetheart”. Eddie removes his underwear as you do, He positions himself between your legs as you lie back, head hitting his pillow. You push up to see his hard thick cock springing up against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip, it makes your stomach flip and your mouth water. Eddie pumps his cock a few times before rolling a condom down his cock. Eddie pushes gently on your shoulders so you lie back down, he taps his cock a few times on your pussy causing you to moan unexpectedly. He positions himself at your entrance as his hand cups your face. “You okay?” He asks, waiting for your answer before he does anything. You nod, taking a deep breath as you prepare for Eddie to push into you. “Can you go slow?” You whisper, cringing slightly, hoping you didn’t kill the mood. Eddies face softens, “of course I can baby, it’s okay, I got you” he soothes softly, his other hand rubbing the inside of your thigh. His hand comes to circle your clit slowly. “Look at me” he says, and you do. The smile on his face is otherworldly, it brightens everything around you as he studies your face closely, rubbing gentle circles on your clit as he slowly pushes his cock inside you. “Breathe, baby” he comforts as your walls clench around him. “Eddie” you whine, “You’re doing so good for me” Eddie keeps praising you until his cock is nestled deep inside you. Eddie groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him. He stays put until you speak. “Move” you whisper.

Eddie thrusts into you slowly, one hand gently splayed across your lower stomach as he rocks his hips back and forth, your hands grip the sheets beneath you as Eddie’s cock reaches a spot inside you that makes your head spin.

“Mm eddie- you moan as your second orgasm builds, every nerve in your body tingling at his actions

“You feel so amazing clenching round my cock like this darlin, you’re takin me so well” he soothes, your pussy clenches at his words and Eddie moans as you squeeze his cock. “Fuck Eddie I’m gonna-

Eddie’s cock pulses as he feels you clench harder. “Eyes on me darlin” he whispers. You meet his gaze and your head clouds with pleasure again “Good, I got you, your okay, come for me baby, drench my cock, come with me, fuck!” he groans as your pussy tightens around him as you release around Eddie’s cock just as his own orgasm crashes over him.

Your ears ring as you hear muffled praise fall from Eddie’s lips, his touch grounding you as your mind clears. “You were incredible” Eddie whispers, drawing patterns on your hips with his fingers. You smile at the sight in front of you. “Eddie” you croak, voice hoarse. “Yeah darlin” he asks, and the sight of him, sweaty, curls stuck to his face, his face flushed with heat, you wish you could engrave it into your mind forever. “Can we stay like this forever?” You sigh. And Eddie chuckles before grabbing both your hands and fitting them in his. Forever sounds amazing with you”. He whispers, catching your lips in a heated kiss as fireworks light up the sky above.

[tkaulitzlvr]

can you make a tom!sub? also i am INLOVE with all your writings💓💓

i was thinking if you could write tom being submissive and the (female) reader not letting him finish untill she says so?also if the story could contain some stuff like handcuffs and you know you know... ( only if your comfortable! )

thank you again and no rush! take your time💓

PLEASE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after tom loses a bet that the two of you had made, as promised he has to face his consequence - which involves the roles you usually have in bed completely reversing for the first time.

content: smut

a/n: sub tom has been requested soooo much on my account and honestly i’ve avoided it cause in my eyes he’s like the most obvious dom and that’s all i see him as…but him as a sub is just as hot so i finally decided to write it - i hope it lives up to ur expectations🙏

my eyes light up when i watch tom look down with a cheesy grin plastered on his face, no longer able to hold eye contact after i had blown him a kiss and winked from behind the barrier. i can just about distinguish his features from the dull flashing lights of the venue, and most importantly, the way his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. i made him blush. the bet which, in any other circumstance would be completely ridiculous, had never meant so much until now. the whole idea is somewhat stupid, tom deciding that it would be fun to see who could make the other blush first - clearly under the impression that he would win. the reward, though not explicitly discussed, is the thing that excites me the most, the endless possibilities from the vague prize of ‘getting whatever you want from the other person’ too good to pass up.

and by the way tom shoots me a quick glance, a defeated smile tugging on his lips, he knows that he has lost too. he shakes his head and mutters something under his breath - not that i can hear it, the speakers blasting out the band’s music paired with psychotic fans’ screams stop me from hearing even what the person next to me is saying. his fingers resume their fast-paced strumming on the guitar splayed across his lap, eyes occasionally darting in my direction until he stands on the stage above me, in line with the rest of his band.

“thank you so much for coming tonight paris. we love you all and hope to see you again soon, goodbye!” bill’s voice is followed by thousands of high-pitched screams, the irritating sound only seeming to get louder when tom snatches the microphone from his brother, shouting ‘thankyou’ to the crowd in his thick german accent.

i make my way to the backstage area whilst tom and the rest of the band say goodbye to the fans, throwing drum sticks and guitar picks into the crowd as they would after every show. i flop down onto one of the couches, the loud screaming still not slowing down as i wait for tom to exit the stage, knowing that he won’t be thrilled after losing the bet he was so eager to initiate.

“you did so good baby, i’m so proud of you!” i smile widely when tom walks through the door, standing up from the sofa and engulfing him in a tight hug, burying my head into his shoulder. he smiles weakly, planting a soft kiss into my hair and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“thank you schatz.” he mumbles, his voice somewhat sad despite the wide smiles that remain etched on the rest of his band members faces - the show they have just performed being one of their best so far, practically flawless. tom pulls away and moves to sit on the couch behind me, sighing frustratedly and spreading his body across it. i don’t need to ask why he is so upset - not only because the reason is totally obvious, but he decides to express his annoyance himself.

“i can’t believe you won.” he groans, tilting his head back and letting it rest against the back of the couch. he gives me a small smile, not intending to seem mad with me, instead he seems annoyed with himself. he opens his arms out, gesturing for me to join him on the couch. i move over, sitting beside him as he wraps an arm around me.

“have you thought of anything yet? for your reward, i mean.” the pads of his fingertips run along my arm, his chin resting on my head as i smile slowly, knowing the answer to his question the second he had asked it - hell, i had known exactly what i would do if i won the second he proposed the bet.

“i think i have something in mind.”

“you want to be in control?” his face displays a mix of confusion and interest, his eyebrows raised, slight smirk on his lips. i nod my head, moving closer forward as i already straddle his lap with my hair disheveled and lips swollen - tom having initiated something the second we had entered the hotel room. things didn’t turn out the way he had expected though, my hand resting firmly on his chest when he had attempted to climb on top, as he did every other time.

he tilts his head to the side, seeing that i am completely serious about this. his hands find my waist, fingers threading through the loops in my jeans as he grinds my hips over his already prominent erection. i shake my head when he tries to manoeuvre my hips again, placing my hands over his and stopping his movements entirely. his eyes widen, body stuck in place as he seems startled by my sudden change in attitude, knowing that usually i would be underneath him in this moment. he shifts around a little, squirming beneath me and sitting up slightly, his back now resting against the headboard as my legs are wrapped around his waist.

“stay still.” i rest my hands flat against his chest, watching as his mouth falls open a little, lips parted as he looks up at me, his gaze bordering desperate as i can tell that he wants me to do something, though he doesn’t know how to say it.

i shift my hips to get closer to him, a low groan leaving his lips in the process, soon cut off when i press my lips to his own, his noises muffled into my mouth. and when i begin to grind against him at a more consistent pace, his ability to kiss back seems to diminish by the second, his breath hitching in his throat. i pull away, watching as his face falls in disappointment, clearly wanting more than just a kiss. and i plan on giving him that, as long as he uses his words, just as he tells me to.

though words can wait for now, my actions taking control as i reach forward, my hands finding the hem of his t-shirt as i lift the material upward and off of his frame, revealing his toned upper half. i throw it to the floor somewhere, returning my attention to tom as his hands reach out, attempting to pull my own small crop top off. he doesn’t get far though, his hands roughly returned to his side as i shake my head.

“no touching. not unless i say so.” he seems to understand that he has next to no control right now, that he can do nothing but wait on me, and i can tell that it irritates him, a low groan sounding from his lips. my eyes never tear away from his own, watching the way he stares intently at my cleavage, eyes drinking it all in as i lift my top over my head, revealing the small lace bra holding my breasts in place. his tongue comes out to flick the small metal piercing that rests on his bottom lip, eyes quickly darkening.

“fuck baby…let me touch you- please.” his voice is barely above a whisper, bordering between frustrated and desperate, both causing him to go next to insane as i deprive him of the one thing he relies on to show affection - touch. he begins to squirm beneath me, attempting to create some sort of friction between us, his hips moving up and down along my clothed heat.

“sit still or you won’t get to touch me at all. you have to be patient.” i scold, watching as he nods his head, his movements soon slowing, cut off by his breath hitching in his throat when my hands make contact with the small metal button of his jeans, undoing it slowly. his eyes stay locked on my fingers, watching as i tug the zipper down, showing no resistance and instead bucking his hips upward and allowing me to slide the denim off of his body when i tug it downward, the material pooling at his feet. i quickly slip out of my mini-skirt, our underwear now the only thing separating us, and i can tell that it drives him crazy.

his chest rises up and down, a thin coat of sweat lining his forehead as his entire body jolts with even the slightest of movements, desperate whines leaving his lips when my hands finally palm him through his boxers, the first bit of attention i give towards the place where he craves it most.

“fuck…oh god, oh my god.” his head falls backward, teeth sinking into his bottom lip when i run the palm of my hand up and down his length, still separated by the thin fabric of his boxers. his erection seems to get more and more painful with each second, every gentle touch i press to his clothed dick generating more sounds from his parted lips - small whines soon turning to loud groans, to the point where he can’t handle it any longer.

“please schatz…do something…need it so bad-shit!” his eyes squeeze shut, wincing slightly when i touch his tip through his boxers, this area more sensitive than the rest of him. despite his pleas, i decide to go that little bit further, knowing how crazy it will drive him.

“what do you want me to do tom?” my voice is low, crossing the line between innocent and seductive, creating a sickly mix of the two that seems to drive him crazy. my head moves downward, lips directly against his ear as i take his lobe in my mouth, biting it lightly before releasing it, feeling the way his whole body shivers below me. my lips make contact with his neck, placing slow kisses, just enough to tease him a little more. “you have to tell me what you want baby.”

“you want my hands?” i whisper into his ear, my hand trailing to palm him once again, yet another groan falling from his lips. “or my mouth, maybe?” i take the skin of his neck between my teeth, sucking slowly before letting it go, my tongue running over it momentarily. he stays quiet, his breathing heavy and body becoming more restless.

“or…” i add, pausing for a few seconds, buying time to leave him guessing, pulling back to study his face, the sight enough to resemble heaven on earth - or at least something pretty damn close to it. his eyes are half-lidded, eyebrows furrowed slightly, tongue poking out of his mouth. he watches me intently, eyes fixed on my hand as it moves to grab his own, trailing downward to my clothed heat, placing it flat against my panties. “do you want this?”

he nods his head rapidly, fingers trying to pull the lace from my lower half, not getting far as i pull them back, leaving him even more desperate than he was seconds ago.

“need to be inside you.” he whines, sighing under his breath and adjusting himself once again, thrusting his hips ever so slightly in the hopes that he will feel any contact, even if it is only for a second. but when i smile weakly above him, sitting up a little and reaching for my panties, his eyes visibly light up, thrilled by the possibility of finally getting what he wants. i step out of my underwear, fingers finding the clasp of my bra and removing it from my frame. tom’s eyes scan my body hungrily, starting at my now exposed breasts, moving down to my lower half. his hands reach outward, making contact with my waist as he pulls me closer to him. i let him this time, watching the way relief takes over his expression from being granted the simple permission of touching my body.

the pads of his fingertips trail upward, moving along my stomach, just about to touch my breasts before i stop him, much to his frustration.

“please baby…can’t take it- need you so bad, need to touch you…” he is practically begging at this point, his body tired and sweaty beneath me, desperate for any sort of relief.

“wait.” i state simply, showing him no sympathy, though my actions seem to act as some consolation as my hands make contact with the waistband of his boxers, fingers dipping underneath them teasingly. his breath catches in his throat, breathing becoming even more erratic as i get closer and closer to giving him what he wants, before tearing away his hope and moving my fingers almost completely away. i tug on the waistband, slipping my fingers in once again, inching closer to his dick, the presence of his boxers frustrating to him as i can only do so much with them there. my hand finds his length as i run a single finger down it, a loud moan pouring from tom’s lips as his head falls backward. i struggle to fit another finger into his boxers, the fabric restricting my movements too much - and it drives him insane.

“fuck schatz…take ‘em off, please…just take them off.” he whines loudly, groaning when i slip my hand out of his boxers, only to tug them down ever so slowly, almost too slowly for tom as he bucks his hips slightly. his dick springs free, hitting his lower abdomen and god, the sight is enough to make me cum on the spot. it is almost painfully hard, the veins within it more prominent than ever, the tip red as pre-cum spills out of it. i almost pity him, watching how he grunts at the slight touch of my fingers wrapping their way around the base.

he hisses when i pump him a few times, my thumb moving to swirl around his tip, his mouth falling open whenever i apply pressure. i don’t give him too much, though, nothing that brings him anywhere close to his release, just enough to show him what he can receive, and he craves for more.

“please just sit on it, please schatz…i can’t, want you so bad- fuck!” he attempts to bring one hand to his hard dick, stroking it once before i pull him away roughly, swatting his hand and placing it by his side.

“what did i say, hm? you have to listen to me to get what you want.” all he can do is nod his head, far too focused on my actions as i speak his eyes glued to my heat as i begin to move forward, lifting my hips upward so that his tip is aligned directly with my entrance. my hands place themselves on his shoulders, maintaining a firm hold before slowly sliding downward, taking just the tip inside of me. he whines loudly, hands flying to rest on my waist, his fingers already digging into the skin, bound to leave marks.

i lift my hips upward after a few seconds, his tip sliding out of me as he whines in frustration, desperate for something, anything, besides from being teased like this. he knows that there is no point in trying to do anything himself - realising that i will just stop him. instead, he watches impatiently as i shift my hips downward again, taking a little more inside me than i did last time. i moan quietly at the sensation, his dick slowly stretching me out as i stop when he is around halfway.

his eyes are now completely closed, squeezing shut as his mouth is now wide open, chest rising and falling at a fast pace, clearly far too lost in pleasure from my minimal acts to think about anything else.

“tell me what you want baby.” my voice is more forgiving this time, lacking the harsh tone it had when i scolded him all those times. now he knows better than to initiate anything, his eyes slowly opening when he registers what i say.

“keep going.” he pleads, his hands trailing to my hips, squeezing the flesh roughly. he clears his throat, though his ability to sound even a little bit composed is long gone, and he knows it too, soon realising when he opens his mouth to speak again, his voice low and whiny. “take all of me, please baby…”

i lean my face closer to his own, lips ghosting over the corner of his mouth. “open your eyes…watch me.” i smile when his eyes flutter open, dark and tired, their gaze flickering to watch where we are connected, struggling to stay open when his dick begins to slowly disappear inside of me, inch my inch.

“oh god-fuck…feels so good…” i haven’t even moved yet, staying sat completely on top of him, not circling my hips and instead adjusting to his size, my walls stretched out as i wait for the pain to turn to pleasure. it doesn’t matter that i haven’t done anything yet, not to tom, anyway. the evident euphoria on his face tells me enough, the continuous teasing i had put him through meaning that literally anything is enough to leave him a moaning mess.

and when i begin to circle my hips, grinding them over his pelvis, the noises that sound from his parted lips become louder and more inaudible, once clear attempts to say my name now barely understandable, lost in the whines that take over any speech. his body shines with a thick layer of sweat, highlighting each defined muscle from beneath me as they contract with each harsh squeeze of my hips. i lift them up, almost all the way off of tom’s dick, before slamming back onto it, soft curses spilling from his lips when i repeat my motions, soon finding a fast rhythm. somehow his hands don’t leave my waist, taking advantage of how i allow them to rest there, afraid that i will tear them away if he decides to move them anywhere else. but i see the way his eyes are fixated on my breasts, fighting the urge to close them purely so he can watch the way they bounce up and down with each movement of my hips. there are times when he jerks his hand upward, seeming to hesitate and return it to its position on my waist, though it doesn’t take long for the urge to become too strong.

“let me touch them liebe…please- just wanna touch them.” a string of pleas follow his request, his voice returning to a low whisper as he awaits my response, his head falling backward when i angle my hips a certain way, his tip brushing directly against my g-spot. i moan loudly at the feeling, eyes rolling to the back of my head as i repeat my movement, his tip drilling against it repeatedly. i am far too lost in pleasure to refuse his ask, nodding my head and mumbling a quick and almost inaudible “go ahead baby”.

and he wastes no time, his hands rushing to cup my breasts, his thumbs running over the hardened nipples as he lets out a satisfied groan. he squeezes the flesh harshly, mesmerised by the feeling as the movements of his hands become more feverish, his need seeming to increase as he moves his head forward, allowing his lips to make contact with them. he places rough and open-mouthed kisses onto the flesh, kneading what isn’t in his mouth, sucking on my breast for a few seconds before running his tongue over the skin, his lips leaving a trail of purple marks scattered across my chest.

“i’m so close…please don’t stop baby- fuck, don’t stop- please!” his voice vibrates against my breast as he continues to kiss the skin, often cut off momentarily by a loud groan whenever i clench around him. and i can tell that he means it, his dick twitching inside of me every few seconds, the frequency of his moans increasing with each movement of my hips.

“you’re not cumming yet.” i state through breathy moans, circling my hips and digging my hails into his shoulders. he whines in response, pulling his head away from my breast to look upward at me. “hold it, you have to wait for me, mhm?”

“can’t baby- i can’t…fuck- it hurts so bad…” if i weren’t to desperate to chase my own release, i would probably pity him and let him cum out of sympathy, though now all i can focus on is finding my own climax, my bounces becoming more sloppy and feverish, craving nothing more than to release the knot in my stomach that begins to build.

“yes you can.” i breathe out, taking my hands and pressing them to the back of his head, bringing his lips closer to my breasts and moaning when his tongue swipes across my nipple. “you can cum when i say so.”

the knot in my stomach becomes more noticeable, my free hand moving downward to rub soft circles on my clit, my head falling backward at the overwhelming pleasure, knowing that it won’t be long until i get to my release. i don’t tell tom that, though, watching intently as he can no longer plant firm kisses to my breasts, instead he falls backward to rest his upper half against the headboard, soft and frequent curses pouring from his lips as he holds back his release, the task becoming harder and harder for him as each second passes.

my own head falls backward, eyes rolling back as i finally let go, feeling my release wash over me. i clutch onto tom’s back for support, rocking my hips back and forth slowly as i ride out my high, still aware that tom hasn’t come yet. and i can tell that he can’t hold on much longer.

“please baby…please let me cum- it hurts so bad schatz, shit!” tears begin to roll down his cheeks, soft whines spilling from his lips far more often than before. the slow roll of my hips on his dick doesn’t help - the angle allowing him to hit the deepest spots inside of me, my walls unconsciously clenching around him when the pleasure gets too much. “need it so bad baby, just wanna cum, please…”

my lips collide with his softly as he still tries to kiss back, the taste of tears on his mouth as i move against him slowly. “c’mon, cum baby…” he sighs loudly once he registers that he has my permission, no longer able to kiss back as his head falls backwards, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows furrowing, loud and elongated groans elicited from his lips as i feel his hot cum shoot into me, coating my walls as i ride out his high.

“shitshitshit…oh my fucking god!” he begins to lazily thrust upward into me, anything to increase the pleasure he already feels, his movements somehow matching mine as he moans into my mouth, his hands glued to my hips. his nails dig into the skin, leaving harsh marks there. eventually, both our movements slow down, tom’s body trembling as it lays against the headboard, his breathing fast and heavy. i collapse on top of him, his dick still inside of me as i rest my head on his chest. he rubs my back up and down, fingers tracing random patterns there.

“fuck me.” he mumbles into the now silent room, my head whipping upward to look at him, his fucked out expression enough to leave me mesmerised, taking in every feature on his face - the way his eyes struggle to stay open, slight wrinkles on his forehead from his furrowed brows, his lips remaining slightly parted, he somehow looks perfect. “you need to be on top more baby, that’s the best sex we’ve had.”

his hand tiredly reaches to cup my cheek, drawing my face nearer to his as he connects our lips. the kiss is lazy and sloppy, still filled with passion as i press my lips firmly onto his own. he pecks them a few more times before pulling away, standing up and pulling me toward the bathroom to clean up.

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[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi Ghost! Mega congrats on 3k!! 🥳can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? Maybe with some sneaking around fun? Thankyou!!

thank you so much!! ngl, i'm very proud of this one. i definitely got carried away, but i swear the smut is there, somewhere amongst the 3k+ words!!! this is really just one long love letter to eddie munson. hope i did your idea justice! also got heavily inspired by taylor swift's song "cruel summer", but what's new?

come party with me!

summertime and stardust (eddie munson x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, raw dog heathen prevails (aka unprotected sex). also a lot of references to mythology. my bad. i think i got too much prose all over my smut. oops.

Hawkins was always boring in the summer, and maybe that’s how the two of you ended up in this predicament. It was a sweltering wasteland of quarries that had started drying up long before July even arrived, and twenty four hour diners that were occupied with waitresses that made it very clear that they were sick of seeing yours and Eddie’s faces before even a week of freedom. Half of the usual hangout spots the two of you had considered hidden gems were quickly overrun by the middle-schoolers and freshmen that now had nothing but time on their hands (Eddie had taken the loss of the Arcade badly). So it was no surprise that you two ended up here, at the shore of Lover’s Lake, side by side on a blanket that Eddie had kept in the back of his van. 

“Which one is that one?” you ask, lifting a finger to trace out a constellation winking down at the two of you. 

“Orion,” Eddie immediately answers, hardly having to squint to make out the stars as you were, “Want to hear the story behind that one?”

“Is that even a question?” 

This is how the two of you had spent the last hour. On your backs, gazing at the stars, exchanging stories and theories that did not belong to either of you. Tales of Greek Gods and Goddesses, smartass remarks and make-believe when one of you couldn’t identify the constellation. There’s nothing else but you, Eddie, and the cicadas this far out of town. A buzz of relief and tranquility to bask in. Every so often, you could make out the lake water lapping at the shore not far from where both your feet rest, Eddie’s stretching past the blanket. 

It was nice. Every night you had spent out here had been very nice.

You turn on your side to listen to Eddie ramble about Orion, somehow both eloquent but still unfairly funny in his side comments of his opinion on the tale. He makes it very clear that he finds Orion to be deserving of losing his sight - “Seriously, fuck that dude!” - and you can only watch on, entranced by the boy and his starry eyes. 

“I think the version where Artemis murked his ass is pretty good, but I also like the idea behind Gaia sending a Scorpion to kill him, because then they’re opposing constellations and sh- Are you even listening to me?” Eddie pauses when you bring a hand up to his chest, fingertips dancing over the damp cotton of his t-shirt. 

You can’t hide the small smile tilting your lips as you nod, biting back giggles, “Oh, absolutely.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, arms crooked up to rest behind his head, biceps straining against the worn sleeves of his t-shirt. You resist the urge to just bury yourself into him, curl against his side and press, press, press until the two of you conjoin, never to separate again. 

“You’re such a fucking liar,” he lowly chuckles, eyes looking back up to the sky as your fingers begin to trace patterns higher, now skimming his barely-exposed collarbones. 

This is how it usually goes. He’s watching the sky, you’re watching him. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the change. 

Everyone in town knew that the two of you are friends; it’s not a secret. You’d met in school, partnered for a chemistry lab, and the rest was history. Everyone knew that you were the first person Eddie showed every new Corroded Coffin song to, and everyone knew Eddie was the last person you spoke to at the end of every day. And surely, they had to know to some extent, that you both reserved your summer nights for each other. 

The change is what they didn’t know. 

Steve and Robin would tease you two when you’d come into Family Video, a new thriller or horror movie always in hand at the checkout. Dustin would make gagging noises when Eddie would dramatically bid you farewell before Hellfire Club would commence, making endless jokes about his wife returning from war, how lonesome he would be now as you walked through the door and out of his sights for the next several hours. Even Mike, even Max, even Joyce, had made off-handed comments about your attachment to each other. 

But they were all always joking. They never saw any purchase in their words, their relentless teasing never serious because they couldn’t fathom a world where those jokes were actually correct. 

They could never fathom the nights you and Eddie would end up cuddling each other while studying, pressed together too tightly to leave space for friendly speculation. They could never fathom the way Eddie would drag you into the darkest corners of the arcade, his hands tight on your hips and your breath brushing his cheek as he nuzzled his way against your neck, teeth and lips alike nipping at you in desperation until you caved and gave him a chaste kiss. They could never fathom the way Eddie had been holding you to him by the end of these nights spent by the lake, pressing his body into yours and reveling in every whimper that was only his to hear. 

No, they couldn’t fathom that half of the story. They knew you two were close, but they didn’t know just how intertwined your lifelines had become with the boy lying beside you. And that was fine, you didn’t care for them to know about those sacred moments laden with secrecy. All you really cared about was that the boy before you was all your summer nights and all your starry skies, brimming with clandestine glances and whispers of worship in moments alone. That was enough for you. Here, in your bubble of privacy by the lake sans persistent cicadas and gentle waves, he was yours. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie murmurs, bringing a hand up to yours that continues to explore his body innocently, intertwining your fingers with his before resting them over his heart. 

It was drumming in his chest – you could feel each beat perfectly, breaking through the Iron Maiden logo and against your skin. After a few moments, your own racing heart synced with his, a quiet rhythm coursing through your veins. You hope he could feel it, too. 

“Just thinking about how it’s just us out here,” you whisper back, voice low and careful not to break this moment. All of the paths, all of the dead-end streets you had both endured, just for moments like this, “How it’s always just us.” 

You mean more than the fact that you never invite anyone else out on your endeavors, but Eddie takes it that way anyway, snorting. 

“You wanna start inviting the guys out here?” he jokes through more laughter, making you attempt to break your hand free from his in order to smack at his chest. He doesn’t let you, though, only tightening his fingers’ grip on yours, “Think that Gareth would like the show? Or maybe Jeff?”

“Stop,” you whine, starting to fight him with your whole body now, still trying to get your hand free. You nearly roll on top of him, your giggles now joining his, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

He doesn’t reply as the two of you continue to wrestle. At some point, he takes his free hand and begins to tickle you, making your giggles turn into awful screeches, echoing in the warm, stale air around the two of you. You twist and twist and twist, trying to get away from his merciless grip. You’re no longer holding hands, him now utilizing both to attack your sides before moving toward your armpits.

“Don’t!” you gasp out, realizing what he was about to do. He’s on his side now, you flat on your back as he begins to hover over you, “Edward Munson, don’t you dare!” 

But he does dare. And even as you’re slapping at his shoulders, even when he overexaggerated how much your knee knocking against his thigh hurt, even when the weight of him presses you down into the blanket and threatens to bury you into the soft dirty of the small-town beach, you know it in your heart – there is no where else you’d rather be in this moment. 

The compromising position that results from the ridiculous tickling and wrestling is welcome, Eddie’s body heavy between your legs as his torso drapes over yours. Your face-to-face with him, now looking in those dazzling brown eyes for constellations rather than the sky above. 

His grin from the entire interaction has begun to ache, but it doesn’t falter as he bumps his nose to yours gently, “I’m sorry. I get it, I know what you mean. It’s always been just us,” he pauses before scrunching up his face, rearing up to continue to tease you before he playfully mocks, “You and me against the world, baby.”

You smack at his chest with fruition this time, making a soft oomph fall from his lips that pass over yours, “I was just trying to be sentimental, you dick.” 

The grin finally falls away, but the corners of his eyes stay crinkled, “I know.” 

When his lips finally meet yours, it’s like a breath of fresh spring air. You’re no longer in Hawkins’ muggy summer weather, instantly transported somewhere far away where the sun is just warm enough for comfort, where the breeze is just soft enough to wrap around your shoulders like a favorite blanket, where every strawberry is the sweetest and nothing will ever hurt. 

The world can be cruel, both in heat waves and hurting souls, but he never is. He’s a sanctuary – he’s your sanctuary. 

His sickly sweet kisses continue, taking your breath away in a willing way, leaving both your lips shades of summer blooms and spring flowers. His tongue is a welcome prodding, almost as if tending to your garden as he tries to get the two of you even closer. It’s not possible, but it doesn’t stop either of you; chests crush together as foreheads clash, and you yearn for a world where you could just curl up beneath each other’s skin, clamber your way into his chest and nestle right beside his pounding heart.

Only Artemis knows that he’s already made residency in yours, decorating your ribs and lungs with his flowers of adoration. 

Between desperate breaths and needy hands, hips beginning to roll and curse the clothing you two have yet to get rid of, you silently wonder where the two of you will end up in this lifetime. You hope it’s amongst the stars. You hope your constellation can find his across the night sky. 

 “Baby,” he begs. You don’t know what he’s begging for – for closeness, for your legs to fall further open and welcome him home, for you to swallow him whole with all the love pounding just beneath the surface of you – so you can only kiss him back with more urgency. 

The urgency follows through both of your movements. Urgency is what removes his shirt, your hands shaking as his chest is exposed to you in the moonlight. Urgency is what unbuttons your shorts, prickles of thorns when his fingertips make contact with your nude hip. Urgency is the slip of his hand into your panties, fingers curling and swirling in every right pattern to have you preening against him. 

“Off,” you plead with him once he has you down to just your underwear and him just his boxers. Your palms rack down desperately over the waistband before trailing down to his bulge, fevered movements earning more purpose as you press down on him and elicit a moan. 

He recovers his composure, only to shake his head down at you, curls ticking your cheeks, “Ever heard of a thing called patience, sweetheart?” 

“Fuck patience,” you immediately argue, pulling yourself back from his lips fully, eyes meeting and lips slick with each other’s spit, “We have the entire summer to be patient, Eddie. Just… Just fuck me. Please.” 

You awakened something in him with those words, you saw away whatever restraint he was holding onto so tightly. These nights always ended the same way, but they never felt the same. 

Familiarity waits in the shadows as each graze of his skin against yours ignites something new in you. New flowers, new petals, new budding growths that scream that this can’t last for just the summer. Whatever this is, as he removes your panties and his boxers, is not just a coming and going on the seasons. It’s not just a constellation only to be seen in the quiet of the night by two lovesick fools sneaking off to observe it. The heat of the summer that frizzes both your hair and his repeats it, the cooler breeze that rolls off the lake behind you guys encourages it. It may have taken the summer to tend to it, but this is only the beginning of it. Not the end – never the end.

And he fucks you like he knows it, too. He can hear the whispers of it all, telling him to pull you closer, telling him to take his time as he pushes into you and feels your walls stretch around him. It isn’t quite patience, it isn’t quite cruelty. It’s just you, and it’s just him. 

“Fuck,” he moans out once he’s fully sheathed inside you, cock pulsing as your wetness tightens on him. Really, it’s a shame that no deity will ever experience the devotion you feel pouring off of him as his mouth falls open for you, as his head rolls back and his eyes flutter close. He’s devoted to you – he’s yours just as you’re his, “Always so wet for me, baby. Always so good.” 

He finds a familiar rhythm to have you both gasping and groaning, and it still feels brand new. The way you feel him deep in your stomach, the way your thighs quiver and his abdomen tightens. It is all always new and it is all always euphoric. 

If you lift your eyes to find the stars above you almost winking at you, you can feel that he’s not fucking you as you’d requested; he’s making love to you. He is confessing his past sins and he is professing that he’d spend the rest of his days here, inside you, against you, with you. 

The roll of his hips don’t stay slow for long, though. You both know the love is there, and you both know what the two of you need. Eventually, soft confessions and loud professions become slapping of skin on skin, teeth knocking as you try to keep your lips on his. You swallow every moan and he grabs every mewl. You can feel his hands on your waist, your hips, your thighs. He is everywhere all at once, and it still isn’t enough. 

It’s not enough until his movements stutter, until his voice has grown hoarse from calling out your name for only the two of you to hear. Your nails rake down his back at some point, and you know that come tomorrow night, beside the lake, you’ll be tracing fading red lines that spell out a clear message: he belongs to me because he chose me. 

Your walls flutter around him and he knows without you saying a single word other than ramblings of his name that you’re close.

“Cum for me,” he’s begging again, lifting above you and looking down with wide, wet eyes, “Fuck- I- Please cum for me, baby. Need you to cum. Please.” 

You whine out in response, head tilting back into the grass around the edges of the blanket, consumed by him. Your ears ring as your vision blacks, the last image you see being his face contorted in pleasure, and you can’t decipher whether it’s the lake again that you hear or simply your own waves meeting his shore. 

The echoes of his voice surround you. 

“Just like that, sweetheart.”

“Doing so good for me.”

“Always such a good girl.” 

When his own high has its hold on him, his head is falling to your shoulder, his nose buried into your sweet spot behind your ear as you listen to every grunt and moan. He holds you painfully close, like he’s scared that maybe this is the end. You ponder bruises in the shapes of roses forming on your hips as he buries deep in you and he paints your walls with warmth, with devotion, with something unspoken only between the two of you. 

He collapses on top of you in the afterglow. Savors the moment, lets his lips pucker against your salty skin slick with sweat no longer just from summer. His own hair is matted at the knape of his neck, his cheeks, his forehead. 

You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your chest. It’s overflowing, mingling with the still crying cicadas. He lifts his head and glances up at you, smiling shyly. 

“What?” 

You continue to laugh, unable to answer him, as he pulls out and cleans you up with his t-shirt. If you weren’t so delirious with unbridled delight, you’d scorn him. 

He doesn’t bother with redressing as he rolls to his original side of the blanket, laying on his back and wrapping his arms around you to pull you into him, “What’s so damn funny, my beautiful girl?” 

You think Artemis, maybe even Orion, would smile down at the sight of the two of you. Perhaps Gaia is sending her well wishes to the love-stricken look you two exchange in the form of a breeze that doesn’t bring more heat, only relief, only sanctuary. 

“We are not inviting Gareth or Jeff out here, ever,” you finally explain breathlessly, “This place is for just us, Munson.” 

He joins you in your lingering giggles, his chest shaking with them more than he vocalizes them as your cheek finds his heart and presses into his cheek. 

Whatever this is, label or not, is good. And it is only the beginning, never the end. Whether the others will ever know or not, the two of you always will, and that’s all that matters for the time being. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, holding you just a little bit tighter, “Always just us, you heathen.” 

He brings a finger to your chin, tilting your face up. When he kisses you, it tastes like summertime and stardust, just as it should.

[neteyamslovrr]

For your 2k event 😊 (I'm so happy for you btw! 🥰👏👏)

Fluff #9 - “if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”

With Tsu'tey x h!Reader maybe 😊

Absolutely no pressure though and again; congratulations on reaching 2k! 😁🎉🎉

SKY-WOMEN LOVE GIFTS

here you go lovely!! i hope you enojy. this was actually my first time writing human!reader so eek. but i liked it. tsu'tey being ooc but y'know him being alive isn't canon lmao

It took Tsu’tey a long time to warm up to the left over scientists of the sky people. Like a seriously long time.

While Jake did help get rid of some of the hostility towards the scientists, it was really you that did the heavy-lifting. A small, fragile weak human in his eyes. On a planet where not even the air serves you. Maybe it was pity that drew him closer towards you, or maybe it was your interesting alien self. Who knows?

Months passed as he got to know you. You would follow him through the forest to study more of the flora, involve yourself with the clan’s cultures and always be there to lend him a listening ear.  

He couldn’t deny that his heart grew fond of your company. The way your tiny alien hands would grab onto him when you lost your balance. The way he would have to wait for you to catch up to him every other step. The way you were so committed to loving his home. He found himself constantly thinking about you as a mate.

He wasn’t quite sure how to show his affections towards you. He knew the usually the traditions would not be received as well, as you did not understand them. He didn’t enjoy asking Jake for help, but it was worth it for you.

“What? You want to court Y/N? Didn’t know you were into sky-people brother.” Tsu’tey snarled at him, too serious to be caught up with Jake’s antics.

“I want to court Y/N, I am here for advice not ridicule.” Jake gave him a strong pat on the back followed with a proud smile.

“Sky-women like gifts. All women like gifts! Make her something and I’m 100% sure she’ll treasure it. Especially if it’s from you.” Tsu’tey wondered if something handmade would be up to your culture’s standard, especially considering the odd demon technology your people have built. Would it not be mundane?

He may as well give it a shot. “Thankyou brother.” And he was off, already conjuring ideas in his mind of what to create for you. What would be suitable for someone as tiny as you. He would have to be mindful of the size of his gift. Would you want jewellery? Maybe a knife? No. you don’t need a knife. You would never wear his cultures clothing, too embarrassed because of your culture’s standard.

Maybe a bracelet was the best thing to make. Yes. It’s perfect.

It had been a couple days since you had conversed with Tsu’tey, too busy with your studies and he seemed to be going away to do god knows what. It disheartened you a little, you enjoyed your time with the tall man. Your heart always beat a little faster around him, eyes lingered longer, time felt shorter.

You were standing near some of the plants right outside of the base of the camp the people had set up. You were way too immersed in your instruments, that you didn’t realise the lean man stalking behind you, simply looking down to observe what was interesting you so much.

“That is flefle.” You jumped, grabbing onto your heart as you felt your soul slip you because you were so frightened.

“Oh! Jesus you scared me.” Tsu’tey never really understood your human expressions, but he though you sounded cute saying them at least.

“I have something for you.” You furrowed your brows, confused on what he could possibly give to you. His hands were fidgeting behind his back, nervously rolling onto the balls of his feet and back down again.

“Oh can I see?” Tsu’tey nodded taking one of your small hands in his, delicately placing the bracelet in your palm. You gasped switching your gaze rapidly between Tsu’tey and the beautiful, beaded bracelet that was give to you. The beads had small engravings in them, while they alternated in colours from blue to green. “This is beautiful Tsu’tey!”

“Do you like it?” You nodded swiftly.

“Of course I love it, I might cry it’s so pretty. Thankyou!” Tsu’tey’s face grew concerned as you mentioned crying.

“Do not cry. If you cry, I will cry and that wont be fun for anyone.” You giggled at his words, the way he was so serious was amusing. Stepping forward to give him a thankful hug, your head resting just below his ribs. He stiffened against your touch, hands hovering over you, scared to hug you too tight.

Letting go of him you held the open bracelet in your hands. “Could you tie it up for me?” Tsu’tey nodded his hands careful as his fingers worked swiftly to tie the knot around your wrist.

“It is not too tight?”

“No it is perfect. Thankyou.”

[babyjakes]

safe smiles. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | your daddy helps you face your fear of dentists.

pairing | soft!dentist!daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression. reader is afraid of dentists. soooo much comfort from daddy!steve (who is a dentist hehe <3). depictions of dental/medical setting and procedures.

word count | 453

requested by @super-soldier-sandwich | This is my formal request for a dentist!daddy blurb!

an | this has been a looooong time coming sweet friend, thankyou for sending in your request and hope you enjoy the sweetest softest safest daddy!stevie!!! (i think i might make a longer dentist comfort fic at some point, maybe with a reader who has a more severe phobia, but for right now i thought this would be a good little introduction to the idea hehe <333

"Deep breaths, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me. Daddy's just getting everything set up, okay?" You try to blink back your tears as you watch your daddy preparing the little tray of tools next to his stool. "Look baby, nothing scary," Steve tries to reassure you, letting you get a good look at each of the instruments.

"Pokey, Daddy," you whimper, pointing to one of the sharper-looking tools.

Steve nods sympathetically as he picks it up, explaining to you, "I know it looks a little sharp, doll, but I promise it won't hurt. Daddy will just use it to scrape gently against one of your teeth to make sure it's nice and healthy. Remember how Daddy told you that teeth are kind of like bones? Your teeth are super strong, so you won't even feel the pokey part."

Steve pulls on a pair of gloves before pausing, giving you a comforting smile. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asks softly. "Can I tilt the chair back so we can get started?"

You try not to whimper as the strange mechanical chair moves beneath you. Your daddy helps you fit your head into its place, bringing the adjustable light down a bit to shine over your face. "Keep taking big breaths for me, princess. Daddy's so proud of you; you're being so brave," Steve praises as he sees your nerves heightening again.

"The first part is easy; we're just gonna brush your teeth, okay little one?" he explains as he prepares the small electric polisher with some toothpaste. "The brush is gonna make a funny noise, but that's just because it's working hard to clean better. Can you open wide for me, baby?" Steve prompts gently.

You look at the brush with big eyes, feeling more tears well up as you try not to shrink away from the dentist sitting beside you. "Oh sweetie," he frowns, setting down the instrument as he senses you're not quite ready. "It's okay, we can take our time. Daddy's right here," he promises, reaching over to hold your hand soothingly as he lets you calm down. "Daddy's not gonna make you do anything until you're ready, okay honey? Just breathe, you're okay. You're safe."

Though the thought of your daddy performing a dental check-up on you is frightening, you know he's being truthful. He would never force you to do anything before you were ready and willing, which is comforting to know as you do your best to face your fears. "Good, there you go, doll. See?" Steve smiles as he sees your fears settling again. "You're doing so good, y/n. Are you ready to start? Just stop Daddy at any time if you need to, okay?"

[namjooningelsewhere]

If I Cant Have You - #1

➤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

➤Angst: Angst (Shit Ton of it), Smut(Mature Content), Fluff.

➤Rating: 18+

➤Warning(s): Swearing, self doubts, crying,Cheating. Mentions of smut, sexual content, Lots of Yelling, Swearing, Heart break (Pretty Brutal). Taehyung is pretty heartbroken,Reader is confused. A lot of Heartbreak and angst, Sohee is a b@#$%.

➤Au: Idol au, cheating au, arranged marriage au.

➤Word Count: 8.5k

➤Summary: Loving Taehyung is easy. It's easy to get lost in his adorable smile, his glimmering eyes, his saccharine words and everything that is him, Thats what your best friend told you the ten years she had been dating him. But your life turns upside down when your best friend abandons her love and your chldhood friend at the altar and out of extra ordinary circumstances instead of Sohee its you whos staring at the same pair of glimmering eyes, wearing the white gown meant for her and feeling the weight of an expensive ring on your fingers and before you know it, you say 'I do'.

➤A/N: Thankyou for this wonderful banner Kiri @rkivian. Thankyou so much for making this for me at such short notice. Thankyou Nikki @xpeachesncream for letting me discuss this with you and taking a look on it for me, Youre the best.

@hobateas firstly, i am so sorry for missing out on such an important detail of mentioning you. That was jackass of me. Secondly, thankyou so much for helping me out so much with this fic, for everything. I don't know what i would have done with this if it weren't for you lending me a helping hand. Thankyou for being my go to for everything. Thankyou for being my bestie and for always cheering me.

This was supposed to be out a while ago, But work caught up and i had to legit dive head first into it. But im finally back after a lot of back and forth, Im definitely going to be more active now. Please let me know what you think about it, It makes me so happy when you guys leave comments or reblog it and send in asks.

➤Taglist- @bri-mal , @fr0g-queen , @justmewondering-recs , @halesandy , @craving4suga , @tetesland @astoriasx @kissme-ornot, @peachytanyaaa , @deliciousdetectivestranger

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You checked yourself once more in the mirror, making sure you looked perfect. The long flight hours had definitely taken a toll on your skin and the flight back tomorrow was definitely going to take a toll again too. You had just landed in Seoul for the bachelorette party of your best friend Sohee and your childhood friend Kim Taehyung's wedding.

The bride and the groom were your close friends. You knew Sohee since you both were in middle school, and Taehyung became your friend when his family moved in next door. You definitely played the matchmaker when Taehyung confessed to having a crush on your best friend. And you were more than aware of Sohee's crush on Taehyung when she had started visiting, way more than often under the excuse of some stupid homework and some lame project. It didn't take long enough for both of them to fall in love.

Taehyung and Sohee had a love story fit for a drama or a movie and you were extremely proud of the couple. Of the long way, they had come. It wasn't easy when Taehyung moved to Seoul to debut under his company. And it wasn't easy when Sohee moved to London with you to pursue her higher education. Time zones and different countries couldn't keep the love birds apart and they ended up crossing every hurdle until today when Sohee was an established DOP and Taehyung a global superstar.

"Y/n my dear, How have you been?" Mrs. Kim's cheerful voice stopped you in the lobby and you immediately ran into the arms of the older woman.

"Good as always Auntie, How have you been?"

"I'm good as ever dear. Why are you still here? The others left a while ago."

"Blame the flight Auntie, There was a delay. But I better rush now before Sohee and Tae have my head."

"That they will, But we definitely need to catch up. You should come over sometime."

"I would love Auntie, But I am leaving tomorrow after the wedding. Catching a flight back to New York."

"New York?" Mrs. Kim looked at you in a little confusion but was smiling sweetly nonetheless.

"I'm continuing my masters in The School of Drama in New York."

"Oh My My Y/n I'm so proud of you darling. Always the ambitious one." Mrs. Kim hugged you and patted your head fondly. You were about to bid her farewell when your mother's loud voice pulled you out of the older woman's embrace.

"There you are." Your mother pulled you in for a hug and Mrs. Kim chuckled, looking at the interaction between the mother and the daughter.

"Eomma you are ruining my hairstyle." You complained about trying to fix your hair.

"Kids these days."

"Where's Appa?"

"Oh, he's at the Bar with Mr.Kim."

"I'll get going unless you want everyone to kill me." You quickly bowed to the two women who just laughed at your antics.

You were about to make a beeline towards the entrance to the resort when a loud boisterous voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

"Yah Y/N have you no shame? How can you be late to your own best friend's bachelorette?" You were mortified would be the least to say. The lobby grew silent as Kim Seokjin walked towards you with a smirk on his face, followed by Jungkook, who was about to burst with the laughter he was trying to hold back so badly.

"Kim Seokjin, I will kill you." Jin laughed and pulled you in a hug. while Jungkook greeted you with his usual fist bump.

"Well, the married couple is hell-bent on having you dead for being late and arriving one day before your good friends got married. Sucks to be you."

"Jungkook let's go, let this old man keep bickering." You pulled Jungkook towards the door leaving a yelling Jin behind.

You met the bangtan boys in their second year of debut; Courtesy of Taehyung and Sohee, of course. You had known them for a couple of years between your and Sohee's transition to London and their intensely packed schedule. Your apartment was a den to the boys whenever they came to London.

The drive to the club where Taehyung and Sohee's parties were happening was fun-filled, to say the least. Jin and Jungkook had been specially instructed by Tehyung to haul your ass to the club somewhat by the lines of you would be late and only arrive after the party ended. Trust Taehyung and his over-enthusiastic ass.

"You better explain why you are late to the party Y/n? Your best friend is getting married for god sake." Taehyung enveloped you in his signature bear hug before he held you tightly against himself as if he was making sure you wouldn't disappear once his hold loosened.

"Blame the flights." You huffed and Taehyung rolled his eyes at you.

"And who do we blame for arriving just one day before your own best friend and childhood friend's wedding huh?"

"My finals. They just ended yesterday. I literally rushed to the airport after the exams."

"Oh, you better do it. You must know by now I can get out of murder." You elbowed Taehyung in the ribs and he let out a yelp, making you giggle.

"Speaking of, Where is the lady of the hour?"

"Oh, my wife is busy in the powder room touching up her already flawless face."

"Ooh, wife and all? The wedding is tomorrow Kim Taehyung."

"Oh please she is going to be my wife on papers tomorrow, I already married her in my head a few years ago." You rolled your eyes again at his comment. He was the biggest cheese ball in the group and an adorable one at that.

"How did ARMY react to the news of your wedding by the way? Must have been a ride."

"Oh don't ask, It's like the world has stopped revolving ever since the company announced my marriage. But we're keeping Sohee's identity a secret for now. Everyone will know I'm getting married but to whom that would be a secret." You were left speechless after Taehyung's confession. Damn, this must have been hard on the couple.

"I understand, People might go a little overboard if her identity is revealed. Her safety is the most important."

"See that's why you're my favorite, You seem to automatically get everything."

"Go away cheeseball." You playfully shove Taehyung away, who just tightened his arms around your shoulders.

"So when are you getting married babe? When can we expect an invitation to your wedding?"

"It's going to be a couple of years before you get that invitation, Taehyungssi. Who knows you might have mini versions of you and sohee running around by the time I walk down the aisle."

"Who said I was going to wait for a couple of years to have miniatures of me and Sohee running around?"

"Eww Taehyung, that's gross. I definitely didn't need to know that." Taehyung wheezed at your reaction and you just hit him playfully once again.

"So have you found a hot British Boyfriend yet?"

"Nope, I'm happily single and I definitely don't need to change that."

"Y/n if you and I are single when we are thirty, Then let's get married." Your eyes widened comically at Jungkook's statement, who had somehow managed to squeeze himself into the conversation.

"Oh god, you guys are insufferable." Taehyung and Jungkook laugh at your statement while you excuse yourself to find your best friend. You had to at least make sure you weren't getting killed for arriving just a day before your own best friend's wedding.

You were mentally prepared for an outburst when you and Sohee met in person, albeit being in touch almost every week; she still had threatened to have your head shattered when she would see you when you had revealed your exams would end just a day before her wedding.

But what you were definitely not prepared for was to see your best friend sitting near the bar, calmly sipping on her champagne, her eyes staring blankly into the wall in front of her.

"You okay there babe?" You asked Sohee, gently placing an arm around her shoulder.

Sohee made no movement and kept staring at the wall in front of her. You shook her a little more vigorously, and that seemed to have shaken her from her parallel universe.

"Hi." Sohee smiles at you. And you immediately mark that as the weirdest smile you've ever seen on your best friend.

"Just Hi?"

"Yeah. How was the flight?"

"Sohee what's wrong?" Sohee seemed to have realized something and that made her sit up.

"Oh nothing Y/n, I was just a little out of it."

"You're okay right?"

"Yeah yeah I'm okay, I'm getting married to my boyfriend of ten years, and everything is perfect." You start feeling a little uneasy at her statement. It sounded like she was trying to tell herself that. You don't question her further chalking it up to wedding jitters. Sohee quickly orders your favorite and you settle beside her.

Throughout the night you caught Sohee zoning out multiple times. There was definitely something wrong with her. She was still absent from the conversations when all the seven members gathered around you and she teased Taehyung and Sohee about their honeymoon and the number of children Sohee was going to have to give birth to. All she did was smile half-heartedly.

And you weren't the only one to notice, though, Namjoon and Yoongi caught you in a while, trying to inquire subtly if you knew something was up with Sohee. Honestly? You had no idea and nothing could come close to the feeling of not being there for your best friend. What had you ended up missing in your best friend's life while you were buried nose-deep in your books?

Sohee's eyes seemed to speak a lot more than the wedding jitters. There was definitely more to it than meets the eye like the normal situation. Where the bride and the groom would be joined at the hip before the wedding, Taehyung and Sohee were the exact opposite. Taehyung seemed to be over the moon with the wedding. His eyes literally shone every time he smiled. Sohee's eyes looked cold and empty.

You made a mental note of asking Sohee when no one was around but that immediately went down the drain exactly half an hour later Taehyung carried Sohee to his car. She ended up passing out because she had a little too much to drink. Taehyung quickly left with his driver to drop Sohee back at the hotel, promising he would be back once he tucked her in.

The rest of the guys and the people invited made themselves comfortable and soon enough within an hour, Taehyung was back.

"Is she okay?" Yoongi asked Taehyung as he made himself comfortable. Taehyung just sighed and had a sip of his drink.

"She is, She was a little overwhelmed but she said it was fine when I spoke to her this afternoon."

"You're sure, right? Sohee looked like too out of it? Isn't she getting enough rest?"

"Past few days have been a little busy with the travels and the wedding preparations and then the announcement."

"Understandable." Taehyung nodded and took another considerable sip of his drink and everybody dropped the topic, not wanting to probe further. It was assumed they might have had the discussion if anything was the issue.

By the time the party rolled to an end, most of them were already hammered. including Taehyung. Fortunately for you, alcohol seemed to kick in quite slowly. But the sleep that was overtaking every brain cell you had in you.

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"Fuck, Fuck fuck." You scrambled out of bed and rushed towards the bathroom to quickly have a shower and get ready for the wedding. The jet lag may have caught up to you. Which ended up in you sleeping in and waking up exactly an hour and a half before the wedding. Somehow, luck was never on your side for Sohee and Taehyung's wedding. First the exams, Then the flight, and now your sleep.

You got ready in record time and while you rushed out of the door and waited for the lift. A pleasant surprise awaited you when the doors of the lift opened. Jeon Jungkook smiled at you sheepishly when he saw you, and you smiled back at him. Busted.

"What's your excuse?" Jungkook looked up from his phone and gave you a questioning look.

"What excuse? We had stepped out in the backyard to drink some coffee." You burst out laughing at his excuse or the lie, but nevertheless, you showed him a thumbs up since this was going to save your ass as well.

"Smart."

"That I am."

"Why hasn't anybody called yet, it's just half an hour to the wedding."

"Come to think of it, that's surprising. How come none of the Hyungs have called yet?" Jungkook checks his phone, too, and there weren't any notifications from any of them either.

"Maybe they're all busy running around or just with Tae."

"Yeah maybe, I just put my phone on silent though. The entire internet is blowing up right now waiting for updates on Taehyung's wedding." You and Jungkook exit the lift and walk towards his car. You were thankful, at least you had some company.

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"Leave your phone in the car, phones are not allowed inside the venue." You quickly deposited your phone along with Jungkook's in his dashboard.

"That's some high-level security."

"That's not only it, you need to go through a check once you enter." You were amazed by the amount of security that had been put together. No electronic devices had been allowed inside the venue; special security measures were put in place to make sure of it.

After all, it was the wedding of the year, Kim Taehyung from BTS was getting married. Taehyung had taken special measures to prevent any kind of leak that would disclose Sohees' identity. According to Jungkook, only a few photographs would be released to the public, which would be taken at an angle where Sohee's face would be covered.

You and Jungkook went through security, and as soon as you walked to the venue, both of you blinked in confusion. The venue was unusually silent. It was still half an hour to the wedding, but there was an unusual amount of silence in the venue.

Although there were only forty people that were invited to the wedding, it looked like the place had been deserted. You both walk inside only to find not even half of them were being seated. None of the other members or your parents or Taehyung's could be seen.

Jungkook leads you to the room assigned to the groom and you find Jimin and Hobi frantically speaking on the phone right outside Taehyung's room. Their expressions looked scared as fuck, which made Jungkook sprint to his Hyungs

"What happened Hyung?" Jungkook asked Hobi, a little close to panicking, unable to figure out what had actually gotten them so scared.

Hobi raised a finger to Jungkook, signaling a minute.

"What happened?"

"I have no idea. I'll go inside, Can you please check on Sohee it's right down the hall. Something isn't right"

"Be right back." You ran the few steps to her room, your legs already hating you for running in your heels. The moment you open the door and enter her room is empty, and it doesn't look like there has been anyone in there before. You kind of were expecting a tornado in there considering there would be an army of stylists to help the bride get ready. But looking at the undisturbed state of the room and the wedding dress on the bed, it looked like there had been no moment here at all.

Your mind immediately rushes into the possibility of Sohee's safety, what if someone found out or what if she was sick. You immediately push the door close and head to Taehyung's room, only to be greeted by a sight you would have never imagined in a million years.

Taehyung sat in the middle of the room, crying silently while the rest of them sported a similar expression. Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi were bent over to Taehyung's level, desperately trying to talk to him while the younger one kept sobbing.

You had no idea what had happened here, but looking at the situation, it looked like something deeply disturbing had happened. Mrs. Kim and Mr. Kim were being talked to by your parents and the rest of the elders, but it didn't make sense to ask them either.

Your eyes met Jungkook, his eyes wet from the tears, and he clutched a paper tightly in his hands. He wordlessly walks towards you and hands you the paper and walks out of the room, wiping his tears away.

You flip the paper which seemed like a letter, and just the beginning of it caused your head to spin and suddenly Shoes' behavior yesterday made a whole lot of sense.

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Dear Tae,

I am really sorry to do this, but I really couldn't gather the courage to do this in person. 

I really, really can't get married to you knowing my heart lies somewhere else. I met Mark a year ago when I was visiting New York for work. He and I had a lot of common interests professionally and that led to us becoming friends. 

Unknowingly, we started falling for each other, and before the project was over Mark confessed. I didn't return to his feelings, but I knew deep down I felt the same as him. I tried to avoid the feelings or the way I was suffering inside, knowing that I was doing wrong by you; I had been engaged to you after all.

I tried to suppress every feeling, every emotion I felt for him until yesterday and I thought it would be easier once I got married to you. but all of that changed when I arrived at the venue to get ready for the wedding. The moment I wore my wedding dress was the moment I knew I couldn't do this to you and I couldn't ignore the way I felt for Mark. So I decided to do what I know best, run away.

Please don't blame any of this on yourself. Tae, it wasn't you. I don't know what happened or why I grew apart, but none of this was your fault. Mark and I really tried hard to put our feelings aside and do what was right, but it just didn't happen. 

I may be the biggest bitch on this planet, but I would have been a bigger one if I would have gone through with the wedding knowing that I was in love with another man. 

I don't know how else I am supposed to ask for forgiveness from the man who had nothing but unconditional love for Me. I am really sorry for what I did and I truly believe it. But this is better than living a life out of a lie with you, and that would have broken you more.

I am sorry, Taehyung, and I will always love you and I want nothing but the best for you. I pray that one day you will forgive and find a person who gives you the same love in the same capacity as you do.

I am truly sorry,

Sohee.

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The moment you finished reading the letter tears welled up in your own eyes as well. How did Sohee never once mention all of this? She had been in touch with you until last week and she seemed okay; it wasn't like you could have figured something was wrong over the phone either, but all of this came as a shock to you as well. You had been best friends with her since you were ten.

You step out of the room. Seeing Jungkook standing by the window, looking out, lost in his own thoughts, you decided to walk to the youngest. You didn't want to imagine what he must be going through seeing his own best friend like this.

''Did you know about this?" Jungkook's sudden question startles you.

"Do you think I would have let any of this happen if I knew?"

"I will never ever forgive her for doing this to him, she broke him."

"I am neither."

"I don't want to imagine what Hyung must be going through right now. I don't even know how we are going to fix him. He's suffering for no fault of his"

"He must be dying from the inside. The person he loved and trusted the most betrayed him in the worst way possible."

"Y/n can we have you in here for a second?" Namjoon's voice interrupted your conversation with kook; you nodded and followed him inside while Jungkook tailed close to you.

The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted when you entered behind Namjoon. Suddenly all the eyes were on you except Taehyungs. He was still seated lifelessly on the chair, the only movement being the tears flowing on his face.

"Y/nah we need to talk to you." A man probably in his forties stepped forward, followed by another man who looked a little older, you recognized as Taehyung's boss stayed close to him.

"If you're going to ask if I knew any of this, trust me I swear on my life I didn't know any of this. She never told me, didn't even hint that she was going to do something like this." You spoke everything in a single breath, and the man only nodded his head furiously at your confession.

"That's not what we want to talk to you about." Taehyungs boss finally spoke up and you looked at him in confusion unsure of how you would be of any help in this situation.

"We need your assistance."

"I am sorry but I'm not quite following."

"We have a request to make, you must be well aware of the situation on the internet and we don't think that announcing the wedding cancellation is a good idea"

You kept silent still, not understanding your role in this; but upon your silence, the man continued.

"It wouldn't be wise to let the world know that the wedding has been canceled, everybody has been waiting with bated breaths for Taehyung's wedding albeit the identity being kept a secret."

This still didn't make any sense to you, but the hopeful eyes of the people around you had your gut feeling uneasy as hell.

"Could you marry Taehyung?" You choked on air at the boss' question, you looked at him again, trying to confirm if you had heard something wrong. Did he just ask you to marry Tae?

"I'm sorry what?"

"I know what I'm asking for you is absurd but this is the only way out. This is the only way out to avoid any kind of harm done to Tae's reputation and there is no chance of letting people outside this room know Sohee ran away." You stood frozen in your spot, absolutely rooted to the ground. The room was already spinning in front of your eyes; you wanted to pinch yourself to check if you were dreaming. How the hell could this possibly be true?

"You're joking right?"

"Does this look like a joke to you?"

"I—

"I know we're asking too much of you, but please take some time to think it out. You would be helping your friend out of a potential public mess. Please he doesn't need this mess right now when he is this close to breaking down"

You had no words to counter that question. Taehyung was in a really bad state, and right now he definitely didn't need the internet passing judgment or a million theories floating about why his wedding was called off.

But you also didn't know how in the hell you could be obliged to the boss' request. You were to attend your best friend's wedding, and you were supposed to fly to New York tonight. You had the entire three years planned for you and the wedding was something that didn't even remotely fit in there.

" Can we talk to her please?" Your father spoke to the older man who just nodded.

Your parents and Taehyung's parents led you out of the room to the room right next door.

"Y/nah we want to know what you're thinking?" Your mom quickly sat you down on the bed while Mrs. Kim took a seat right opposite you, while your dad and Taes dad stood next to each other a little further from you.

"Eomma this is, ugh I don't know" you threw your arms in the air in frustration. Taehyung was an absolute sweetheart and an extremely close friend. Hell, you didn't have any kind of feelings for him romantically, either. He was always the goofy guy who you adored initially, and then he was one of your close friends and then Sohees boyfriend. And it had been that way for the past ten years.

"Y/nah if you ask me, I would say do it for your friend. What Taehyung needs right now is some support and this isn't just something that can be solved by a single statement considering how popular he is"

"Appa I__ Mrs. Kim's loud sob absolutely shattered your heart and you looked at her with tears in your own eyes. Never in your life had you seen this sweet woman cry like this; she was almost a mother to you, and seeing her in this state was heartbreaking to you, too.

"God I wish he had never met that woman" Mrs. Kim spoke in between her sobs, and you hated Sohee right at this moment. She could have definitely done things better.

"This changes everything." You let out a sigh, panic settling in your veins at the mere thought of going out and doing what was being proposed. Never in a million years did you ever think you were flying out to attend your own wedding.

An hour of emotional breakdowns, confusing questions, and logical and emotional reasoning later, your parents and the rest of the guys convinced you to go through with the plan.

You agreed for the sake of your friend who was sitting in the next room; his dreams, his smile, and his life taken away forcibly from him. But as much as you loved your friend, you still were your own person, and there were a couple of things that you wanted clarity on.

All eyes were on you again the moment you walked into the room again, your face still etched in a frown at how eventful this wedding had turned out to be.

"Are you absolutely sure there is nothing that can be done besides this? How about you lie that he got married today and just say a year later he got divorced or something? The identity would be a secret right"

The man who was a little younger than the boss looked at you like you had grown a second head.

"Do you know how big of a scandal this can cause if by any chance the truth gets out that the marriage never happened?" You obviously didn't know, you were studying to become a director and definitely not someone from PR

"Listen y/nah we can compensate you if that's what you like?"

"No. I am not getting paid at the expense of my friends' misery. Thank You very much."

"Please understand we have to do this."

"Tae" you called out to Taehyung, but the guy even refused to look up. He didn't even move an inch when you called out to him, not even when Yoongi tried. Jimin and Jungkook stood by Namjoon, absolutely heartbroken to see their soulmate in this state.

"Please do as they say.'' His broken voice pulled out another sob from Mrs. Kim and you couldn't help but walk towards Taehyung and get on his level trying to at least get the guy to speak.

"Tae please say something."

"Do as they say please." Tears rushed out of his eyes furiously, and Taehyung made no effort to wipe them away. Jin quickly placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded his head in a no and you got up. There was no way he was thinking straight. The pain took precedence over logic.

"Namjoon, can I please to all you guys for a minute?" Namjoon quickly got up and the rest of the guys followed you both outside the room

"Do you really feel this is the only option, you guys are his friends? You tell me, without weighing the professional outcomes.

"Y/nah I wish we could give you a different outcome or an answer but unfortunately this is the only way that makes sense without doing any further damage."

"You're the best way out y/n" Hobi speaks up, and you look at the six men helplessly. No matter what, this still didn't make sense to you, but you weren't even that selfish to let Tae suffer. He was your friend, after all.

"Namjoon can you do me a favor"

"Anything."

"Please make sure that if anytime in the future Tae feels uncomfortable or he doesn't want to go ahead with this marriage please make sure he has an easy way out of it." Namjoon smiles lightly at your suggestion, the least you could do is to make sure he wouldn't be trapped if he didn't want to do anything with this weird relationship.

All the six boys gave you a hug and walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. This definitely wasn't the way you had imagined your trip to Seoul.

It was supposed to be a fun-filled wedding and a return trip to New York to settle in for your first set of masters. But life always showed a middle finger to your plans, and you should have known it would be the same this time, too.

You walked back to the room; everybody was being instructed on what and what not to do. You felt a wave of suffocation when you watched the atmosphere being handled so professionally, although it was just you, the guys, your parents, and Tae. Sohees parents had passed away when she was twenty-two, other than that you didn't know if she had any relatives. This was a touchy subject for her.

While the world was waiting with happy smiles, broken hearts, and endless sobs because of the heartthrob of the millennium Taehyungs wedding.

You stood at the altar with the sad man who had nothing but tears in his eyes, his soul shattered, and his heart broken beyond repair, with the worst possible way you and Kim Taehyung had become man and wife.

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You didn't think you had ever seen a wedding that went by in such a short time as yours. You had never given much thought to your wedding. That was something you planned for in a far-away future. But sadness, confusion, doubt, and absurdity were never a part of it.

The loose ring on your finger was living proof of the changes that were going to happen in your life now. Nobody uttered a word even after the wedding was long over. Everybody seemed to be shocked to the core at how the events of the day turned out to be. Taehyung had not uttered a word either. His eyes were swollen and red from all the crying. You hated Sohee for what she did to him.

The industry that Taehyung belonged to was the easiest to sway. Money, Fame. Temptations came as easy as breathing, but the guy had never let any of that sway him. You had been there since the beginning of Taehyung and Sohee's love story and you were by Sohee's side when both of them cried when they couldn't see each other often.

Taehyung was a one-man woman and his loyalty to Sohee for the past ten years had never moved an inch. It was Sohee and it was always going to be Sohee for him. No one could come close to what Sohee was for Taehyung, and yet she decided to throw all of that away for what? You cursed at Sohee for losing the best thing that had happened to her.

"Miss Y/n we need you for the photo shoot." The photographer's voice broke your train of thoughts.

"I'm Sorry?"

"We need to do a photoshoot for the photos that are going to be released to the public. I am sorry but it's already too late and we can't cancel this." You nodded and looked around the room for Taehyung, but he was nowhere to be seen.

The rest of the members immediately scurried away to find him while you waited on the balcony that was already painted in the shades of sunset. The view and the beautiful sky would have been a magnificent background if only both the bride and the groom had been happy. In your case, Taehyung was heartbroken and betrayed by the love of his life. You were a total mess for different reasons. Where do you go from here? What happens to all the plans? What about your masters that you were supposed to start in a week? Could you even go to the US now or would you have to start a different life in Seoul because you were married?

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Never ever in your entire life had you felt any human hands so foreign on your body. Although Taehyung just held you by the waist and the fading light was enough to highlight both your silhouettes in the picture, you could make out the hesitation in his touch.

The photographs were taken quickly given the situation and the tears and the slight sobs coming from Taehyung. While your wedding photograph looked straight out of a dream, the truth behind it was the stark opposite.

While the picture screamed unison, love, and romance the reality was exactly the opposite, behind the fading lights and dark silhouettes lay the ugly truth of a man who was heartbroken and close to shambles and the girl who just got thrown in a mix of an unfortunate situation, who was finding it equally confusing on where exactly she stood in life.

Taehyung didn't spend a minute after the photos were taken. He pulled away his hands like they were burning and you didn't even have it in you to react.

You stood at the end of the balcony watching the end of the day, while the people continued to wrap up the equipment. While there was enough noise to drown on that terrace, your mind drowned itself in the chaos of the situation and the silence of your decision.

"It's out." Jungkook's voice broke you out of your thoughts and you gave the man Kane a confused look. He quickly pushed his phone into your hand and you sighed deeply when you saw the picture. Wasn't it a few moments ago that the picture was taken?

Your eyes watered seeing the comments and the likes raining on the photos like no tomorrow. Taehyung was a global superstar, and it was no surprise that millions of his fans were just waiting with bated breaths to have a look at their newly hitched idol and his wife.

"Don't think too much about it, they're just probably excited." You nodded as you handed his phone back to him. You could do nothing but think about this, how you were partially in the spotlight. Although the company as promised, had taken strict measures to not let your identity be revealed, the fact that you were actually unknowingly trending on every possible social media platform, news website, and news channel was a little unsettling.

"What do I do Kook? I have no idea where to go from here?" Jungkook gently linked his arms with yours, and the tears that were just waiting to be spilled finally let themselves out after you voiced your fears for the first time.

"I have no idea y/n, I'd be lying if I gave you any kind of reassurance right now. The entire situation is just too weird right now."

"How's Tae?"

"The worst. I've never seen him this low Y/N. He hasn't stopped crying at all. He isn't speaking either."

"God, I wish there was some magical way to take away his pain."

"You know, since the time we debuted Taehyung was the only guy who had a fight with the managers about his girlfriend. While the rest of them broke up or didn't prioritize their relationship, Tae was the only one who was fighting for him. Eventually, the managers gave up but the guy didn't."

"I really wish Sohee didn't do this to him."

"Me too y/n. Let's go inside, it's getting dark"

You unlink your arms with the maknae and begin walking toward the exit of the terrace, a small prayer repeating in your mind to let this falling darkness be the end of the damn day.

The moment you got down you saw people already arranging to exit the venue, the reception being canceled long ago.

Everyone already seemed to have been waiting for you from the site before you. Without a word you followed your parents and took your parents into the cars.

You didn't wait for anyone to say anything as you hastily made your way to your room; the moment you opened the door to your room, the suitcases neatly lined up in the corner broke out a sob from deep within. Your flight to New York was due in seven hours.

Every passing second seemed to put weight on your shoulders. What exactly were you supposed to do now? Do you leave like you planned or if you would have to forget everything you planned and devote yourself to this new life?

The harsh knock on the door startled you and you quickly wiped your tears and got up to open the door.

"Ms.Y/n the boss wants to see you." The man from earlier politely spoke while your heart started drumming faster against your rib cages, trying to take a guess what possibly could be left now?

You follow the man who introduced himself as Sejin and led you to a balcony on the same floor. Your eyes widened when you saw everyone present there except Jimin and Taehyung.

"Y/naah have a seat."

"What is this about?" The boss quickly placed a thick stack of papers along with a pen in front of you and your eyes almost popped out.

"These are some contracts that you need to sign."

"What contracts?"

"Consider them as a safety measure."

You picked the one on top and the contents of the contract started giving you a headache. It was an NDA, and the more you read about it, the more you began to contemplate your decisions. Without giving a fuck about them, you quickly pick up a pen and start signing it.

There are loud gasps in the room when you quickly start signing the contracts without reading much. The first page of the first contract was enough to give you an idea of what to expect from the rest of them.

"It's not like I have any Ill intentions anyway." You mutter to yourself as you sign the last page and push the stack to its original place, in the hands of the big boss.

"I have a copy sent to you in your email." He quickly checks them once more, and when he looks like he had cross-checked everything, you take that as a cue to leave.

"If that's all, I'll take your leave. I have a flight to catch."

"Where are you going?"

"New York."

The second loud gasps in the room decorate your skin in goosebumps, everyone's loud arguments draining out any kind of mental energy to fight back.

The sad part of the entire chaos was the way everyone seemed to care about Tae, but not once did anyone think about you, including your parents. You had been tangled in this mess, too. You were confused earlier, but you weren't about to let go of the plans you had. You worked hard to get things in place. Why should you let them go?

"Y/n you're married now, you can't just leave everything and go." Your mother's harsh voice broke your heart a little.

"Eomma what about my master's?"

"You can do that here y/nah, there are good universities here too."

"Eomma School of Drama New York is the best in the industry. I worked hard to get in. I can't just leave."

"Y/nah you can do it here, we'll arrange for the best colleges for you in Korea."

"Namjoon it won't be the same. That University is a gold mine."

"We can help you intern with some of the best directors here, it will be easier for you." Your eyes widened at the boss' suggestion, you didn't need a shortcut to your hard work.

"I don't want the easy way out, I've worked hard till here, and I want to continue to do so."

"Y/nah you're being stubborn." Yoongi's voice broke the second part of your heart. Why was fighting for your dreams stubborn? How were you in the wrong in all of this?

"No, don't be like that Tae needs you." Jungkook's words were the last straw for you. Your head was threatening to burst when everyone else agreed to it.

"What my son needs is a little space to grieve what he went through and what y/n needs is a little time and space to process this situation and to let her work towards her dream." Mrs. Kim's voice cut through all the tension in the room.

"My son is what he is today because he never gave up on his dreams and y/n doesn't need to give up on hers just because she's married now."

"I agree with Chae-won. The kids will figure the rest themselves. Right now what they need is a little space to process this." Mr. Kim agreed with his wife and everyone visibly deflated their strong stance.

"Y/nah get ready, me and Taehyung's father will drop you at the airport." You nodded at Mrs. Kim's request and quickly made a beeline to your room. You need to get out of here now.

You quickly shove your remaining belongings in your bag and get changed in record time. The moment you open the door to your room, you almost fall back in shock. Everyone except Taehyung and his parents were waiting outside. You immediately decided to give them a piece of your mind if they were here, to convince you to stay back just because you were married now.

"Y/nah we're sorry." Namjoon was the first one to speak. Your eyes wandered out to your parents, who were standing right next to Jin. They looked guilty, and that kind of gave you relief. You hated fighting with your parents and so far you have been lucky.

"We were just thinking about your well-being, But I guess you're big enough to decide that for yourself. We're sorry." Your eyes widened at your father's words. You nodded and decided not to question anything further. The situation was doing that enough already.

"That's okay, Really." You quickly hug everyone. Even though the lobby looks a little small for eight people. Your mind calmed a bit after that considering the earlier incident had left a sour taste in your mouth.

See, you had no problems with everyone being concerned for Tae. They should have been. He was hurt, rather, he was destroyed after what Sohee had done to him. But pushing that on you was unfair. You had not even the slightest hint in your wildest dreams that you would end up marrying your best friend's boyfriend.

Everybody muttered their share of apologies and walked you down to the lobby where supposedly Mrs. Kim and her husband were waiting for you. Mrs. Kim stopped talking to her husband and rushed to your side.

"All good Y/nah?"

"Yeah, Auntie. Let's go." The staff provided their assistance with your bags and your parents quickly gave you another hug before you left. Just as you were about to thank the heavens for finally concluding the day. You were proved wrong the very next second.

"Y/n.." A heavy baritone voice stopped the three of you dead in your tracks. You blinked your eyes twice to check if you were dreaming again, Mrs. Kim let out a loud sob seeing her son, and Mr. Kim let out a gasp. Taehyung was rushing towards you, barely managing to walk properly. His hair was disheveled, his shirt tucked out, eyes red, and a slur in his speech.

"Taehyung." Mrs. Kim tried to hold her son. But the said man just brushed her hand off and charged towards you. Before you could react to it, Taehyung grabbed your hand roughly and snatched the wedding ring on your finger, and walked away just the way he had come out of nowhere. Mrs. Kim's sobbing had now turned into angry shouting, but Tae paid no attention to his mother.

"Kim Taehyung came back here." Her angry outburst had no effect on Tae whatsoever, who just stumbled inside.

"Y/nah I'm so sorry, He's not in his right mind. Let me go get your ring." Mr. Kim began taking quick steps in the direction Taehyung went. But you quickly stopped him. That ring wasnt definitely yours to keep.

"Let it be Uncle, It was made for Sohee. It wasn't mine anyway." Mr. Kim gave you a sad look which made you feel like shit for a second. You hated pity with your entire existence and somehow today proved to be doing just that.

"But Y/nah–

"Auntie please, Let him. Let's leave. We are getting late."

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"Y/nah I'm so sorry for what Taehyung did and also for the situation earlier."

"Auntie you don't need to ."

"No Y/nah a lot of things were on the line out there. Sohee had no right to do what she did."

"Uncle, I really don't know why she did what she did. If there was any chance that I could undo what happened, Trust me I would. Both of them are my friends and I don't want one suffering because of another."

"You're a good girl Y/nah, I don't know how to thank you for what you've done for my son."

"Auntie now you're just being formal, Trust me when I say I don't know how or if this is going to work out."

"I know, But I'm glad. It's You."

The interaction between the three of you had to be cut short because of the flight announcement. But you left with reassurance from Mrs. Kim and her husband, and with their numbers as well, promising them that you would keep in touch.

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Taehyung had never ever imagined in his wildest dreams that he would be specifically having these two thoughts about his life.

One, he would have never imagined in his wildest dreams that he would hate where he is today. It was because of who he was, that he had to marry his childhood friend. It was because of what he was he had to sit there and agree to whatever his boss told him, who knew the best way to minimize the damage that would be done to his and his band's reputation. It was because of who he was, that he had to throw away the idea of being selfish because he had six more others to care for. It was because of who he was. He was supposed to care what the world thought about him.

He had no chance to even process his pain, the moment the letter reached his hands, and he couldn't even read half of it because the tears had already started gushing down his face. All he knew was that his love had left him for another man.

The second being, he never had imagined in his wildest dreams of Sohee, leaving him. Never ever. He thought he and Sohee had found what others were looking for. That one true love.

Sohee wasn't only his love. She was the reason he wanted to do better every single day. She was the reason everything seemed alright in the world. She was the force that grounded him. She was the air that he breathed, and she was the soul of his body.

It pained him to even think of the fact that his Sohee had fallen in love with someone else. They had risen through everything, the pain. The urge to fly across countries and hug each other and never let go, the rising stardom. The recognition of everything. Taehyung loved all that he achieved because Sohee was with him. She taught him how to stay true to his roots and never forget them. She was the one who was by his side when things weren't working, and she was still the one who was by his side when he reached the highest pinnacles of success. And now she was gone, and he could do nothing.

Taehyung hated himself for not being able to notice the signs. He should have been more careful, if he had noticed he would have reminded her of their love, their memories, the dreams they saw when they set out to make it, and the promises they made when they had achieved it. Everything.

He would have reminded her of all that held them together for so many years.

Now she was gone, just like the smile on his face. Now she was nowhere to be found just like his happiness. Sohee hadn't just walked out of his life with another man. She had taken his soul and his hopes and dreams of a happy future with her. He was lost.

Now he was all alone, married to his childhood friend, and while his fans celebrated his happiness and wished him, love, Kim Taehyung sat locked in his room with his best friend, drinking his worries away and trying to forget his pain for just that night.

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[hlficlibrary]

umm hello, i need your help... i havent read a fanfic in a few months and it's starting to feel weird coz i'm literally always reading but now whenever i open a new fanfic i end up skim-reading it and it feels like a dishonest thing to do

so could you please recommend me some angsty fanfic under 20k which are very gripping....

THANKYOU

Hello, anon! You're very welcome! This was an interesting challenge because I wanted to get you closer to 20k than super short ones. And for some reason the angsty ones I could think of are either short or over 20k. That being said, I knew I'd be able to find you some. (ALSO, I promise you that just skim-reading something is a perfectly fine thing to do and there's nothing dishonest or bad about it. Sometimes, we just find ourselves in a place where it's harder than other times to get into a story. That's no one's fault! I do understand the feeling of wanting to really get into a story though, so I hope these fics will do that for you!) I'll put the word count with these so you know how long these are and also I fudged the first one because I think it's JUST what you're looking for and it's just a little over 20k.

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove (E, 22k)

As Harry sucks lovebites into Louis’ neck, Louis hopes that one day those marks will cover the way he can still feel Alex’s handprints burned into his flesh.

As Harry’s nails drag scratches along Louis’ back, Louis hopes that one day the scabs on his heart will heal and drop away just like the scabs on his skin.

As Harry fucks him down into the mattress, the bed shaking with every thrust, Louis hopes that one day his mouth will forget the shape of Alex’s name, won’t trace it over and over as the heat builds inside him, won’t want to scream it when he comes. Maybe one day he’ll open his eyes, as he slowly floats down from his post-orgasm haze, and won’t expect to see Alex’s face smiling back at him.

But today is not that day.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

bonded by @juliusschmidt (M, 20k)

Louis cannot remember his life before Harry. He had one- Harry is, after all, two years younger than he is- but he cannot pull up even one memory that is not somehow intertwined with Harry.

the one where they are bonded, but it's not like that and they have to pretend like it is

No Easy Love (Could Make Me Feel This Way) by @allwaswell16 (E, 17k)

There’s never been anyone for Harry but Louis. He had always thought their love would last forever, despite society’s pressures on an alpha/alpha relationship. When Louis breaks up with him and moves to Chicago, he’s suddenly left behind to pick up the pieces of the life they once shared. Instead of moving on, he finds reasons to keep Louis in his life and in the process begins to piece together what went wrong.

Or an Alpha Louis/Alpha Harry au where they get a second chance to make things right with the love of their life.

You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax (E, 15k)

Harry doesn’t ever mean to hurt him; Louis doesn’t know how to tell him that it’s the only thing he ever does anymore.

Or, Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

give me things to stay awake by embodied (E, 10k)

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.   AU. It's been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

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Part 1 ^

~Bound to come together once again~

“Wha’s your name lil’ lady?” The Sheriff asked. “I’m Cindy.” Cindy said smiling her broad proud smile. “You’d fit righ’ in in Tumble Town. But you might get smoted by a god so maybe you don’t want my job kid.” The Sheriff said pushing up to his feet. “Nah I do.” Cindy insisted. “Yea Yea, do you know where I can find Scott? I need to ask him something.” The Sheriff asked. Scott blushed seemingly impossibly harder. “He’s probably in the flower fields, come on I’ll show you.” Cindy said.

Scott realizing he was at least a 3 minutes walk away took off in a run into the crowds that Chromia boasted.

“An’ this is the last field?” Scott had been standing in the farthest garden trying to get himself to stop blushing for the last 10 minutes. “Yep!” Cindy affirmed. “Great, I’ll find ‘im, you should run home now, it’s sun down.” The sheriff said with a hint of exasperation in his tone.

“Scott ya’ here?” The sheriff asked wandering through the roses. “Hm? Oh yes I’m over here! North west corner!” Scott called and then he took a deep breath this is just a meeting between empires nothing more.

“Ah there y’ are!” God that southern drawl was so cute. “Heyo sheriff what can I do for ya?” Scott asked totally ignoring the fact that they were sat between roses and the sun was shining and making the sheriff’s eyes shine causing the golden flecks in them to glitter. “Well I got distracted when I was doing some sewing and completely zoned out and when I zoned back in I was half way through making an extra sweater.” The sheriff blushed pink. “I know it’s not really your colours but hey I thought you might like it.” The sheriff held out a soft looking patchwork sweater. He was right there was no sign of Scott’s beloved teal in the thing any where.

“I-I thankyou?!” Scott stuttered through his words sure he was bright red. “A-alright.” The sheriff stuttered and then shot him a smile that made Scott blush harder “thanks, I didn’t want to end up wasting that much fabric, it’s really expensive for some reason.” Jimmy shook his head and smiled before he took off into the sky. Scott looked at the sweater taking in the careful stitching and he smiled a huge lovestruck smile.

He was in his house now looking at the sweater in the mirror. When he put his hand in the pocket he pulled out a note. He didn’t think that the Sheriff meant to leave the thing in there.

Petal, if you’re reading this I’m so sorry I keep getting you killed. It has been my fault time and time- the words were messed up by tear splatters -I’m sorry love. Please forgive me- more tear splatters -forgive me forgive me please I know I’ve made too many mistakes for you to ever love me again. Forgive me forgive me Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryforgivemeforgiveme please

the note cut off. Scott reread the note twice with his hand over his mouth. The sheriff had made a mistake? That got his lover killed? Possibly. Turning these thoughts over and over again in his head Scott fell asleep.

He woke up but he wasn’t in his bed he was in a room that smelled of cold wet earth. Someone was next to him breathing slowly. They were asleep. Peeling back the blankets he saw the softer, stubble speckled face of The Sheriff. And over his heart hovered three glowing green hearts. Blushing bright red Scott accidentally rolled out of the bed. “Petal? Why are you on the floor?” The Sheriff no the man? His heart sang “Jimmy” woke up with bed head that was adorable. “I-I was just-“

and Scott woke up he was in his bed in Chromia. Dashing to the window he saw the kingdom waking up with the pink rising sun.

Shaking Scott crawled out of his warm bed and tried to go about his day without thinking of how happy he felt sleeping next to the blond man. Like he would love the rest of his life hand in hand with the man with bed head.

That night he struggled to sleep again but when he fell into sleep he found himself resting against a chest watching the stars but he couldn’t turn his head to see who he was leaning against but the soft laughter that was shaking the chest made him feel safe and content.

Over the next weeks he kept getting the dreams until he had had enough taking off towards the mesa town. He saw the Sheriff working on the railway and his golden wings were used as ballast goddamn he was really hot. “Sheriff.” He called, landing on the dunes. “Oh hello Scott how are you doing?” The Sheriff asked smiling a smile that he had seen almost every night since he read that note. “Can we talk?” Scott asked. “Sure my office, tavern or…” the sheriff trailed off. “Taverns good.” Scott said tiredly. Scott followed the sheriff into the town.

“Water? Beer we have both?” The sheriff offered. “Nah.” Scott shook his head. “Could I have a beer please Andy?” The sheriff asked the bartender. “Comin’ right up sheriff.” “Thanks.” The sheriff nodded. “Alright Scott are you okay? You’re not talking as much as you usually do.” The sheriff asked tilting his head. “What’s your name?” Scott asked looking at the sheriff with tiered eyes. “Oh nobodies asked that in years… um th’ name’s Jimmy.” The sheriff smiled apprehensively hunching his shoulders and his wings huddled around him.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Scott demanded standing suddenly. I’ve been getting these dreams, and you are always there but-“ Scott ranted, his exhaustion showing. “Dreams?” Jimmy asked. “Yes. Dreams. Always you and me. Once we were stealing cows for some reason.” Scott ranted tugging at his ear. “But I know I love you-“ Scott shoved his hands over his mouth eyes wide. “Scott. It’s okay you’re okay.” Jimmy stood up reaching out a hand. “I got those dreams when I was figuring it out too. Everything will fall into place, it’ll be okay.” Scott slowly took Jimmy’s hand.

“Those are visions from past lives your aunt was a smart woman she got all the facts right.” Jimmy smiled softly and shook his head. “But it’s always been my fault when you die so if you just want to pretend that this conversation never happened I wouldn’t blame you.” Jimmy said quickly. “Jimmy. Look at me, I can’t remember everything. But I know I’ve loved you for a while even when I wasn’t getting these dreams.” Scott said. “Really?” Jimmy asked incredulously. “Really.” Scott affirmed.

[ang3lik]

Your fics are literally one of my obsessions anyways!

❤️ please ! fandom: scream + my description

My name's Madeline but I preferred to be called Genesis which is my Middle name. I'm really into Music but I don't really stick to a genre. I like R&B, Indie, Pop, and different Spanish genres like Reggaeton, Bachata, Chicano Rock, etc. I have a pretty good relationship with my family but I have a very close relationship with my friends. I'm afro-latina and I'm very proud of it too. I'm sorta a bookworm to the point where I can't go to a store because I'd immediately go to the book section and spend all my money there. I'm obsessed with movies, mainly horror or thriller movies. I'm very much care about my future and school, I want to be an Engineer and ever since Middle School I've been very stuck on that concept. My friends are everything to me, 'I don't care what you say about me but if you say something about my friends' type of thing. I love my culture, I sometimes wish I could stay in my countries for hours and hours.

I hope that was enough!

other info: Hi there again! I just realized I forgot to add some information. So, here it goes! I'm bisexual and possibly Aroace. I really want to be in a relationship but sometimes I'm not very sure. Which kinda has me thinking if I even want to be in a relationship with another human being. I love jewelry, my grandma used to make jewelry when I was a kid and I just remember absolutely loving it. I don't really care if it's gold or silver but I mostly wear gold jewelry. I like street wear type of clothing or baggy type of clothing. I'm not much of a girly person and I've just grown to love the style. I love art, I could stare at art all day I swear.

hi sweetheart ! thankyou so much 💗 i hope you like this ! also i love the name genesis !

i ship you with… anika kayoko!

anika loves your taste in music and it’s actually how you guys met. at a party and barely anybody was dancing before she decided to, she had been looking over at you with your friends all night before mindy had pushed her to ask you to dance!

anika gets on well with your family and friends, she’s also a very family/friend orientated person but no one’s opinions and love matters to her more than yours. you guys have little book dates, where you might go shopping for some new books, or you guys go to the café or the beach and read them side by side.

when you’re laying side by side at night you definitely tell each other about the plots of the books you’re reading and you both look over each others shoulders trying to read what the other is reading. anika also loves your love for your culture! she loves hearing new things and discovering new things about your culture.

you also go to art studios and museums together and definitely have art dates where you each have a canvas and paint something, gifting to the other. anika really loves pottery and she really likes making you jewellery dishes and pottery dates!

[kakusu-shipping]

Nepal Sanctum

What’s up party people back once again being cringe and free with more Overwatch self insert fanfiction part 2 outta who knows we’re flying by the seat of our pants in this house

Part 1: Mountain’s Peak

In which I get to meet the Omnic that saved my life, and he unfortunately meets me in return

It was a brisk morning, cold as always on the Shambali mountain top, as Mondatta walked alongside the rising sun back to his home. He’d left his personal morning meditation a little earlier than usual so he could pick up his new house guest in time to make it to group morning meditation.

“Emile?” He asked into the empty hall as the monk stepped good inside his home, gently tapping the snow from the soles of his sandals. He expected the human to still be sleeping as he approached the spare room and knocked, “It is time to get up.”

“I’m up!” Came the loud voice of an excited teenager from the other side of the door. Mondatta was a little surprised, and proud. He’d told Emile they’d be up at sunrise, but wasn’t expecting the human to actually be prepared after sleeping for three days straight.

The door opened in with a strong force, releasing the hot air trapped within from the fireplace. There stood Emile, looking extremely pleased with himself, dressed in a wrinkled Shambali robe he’d been using as a blanket. The fabric was thin, with only one sleeve, leaving Emile’s entire left half exposed. He had no shoes, with a long peice of cloth snatched at his waist as a sort of long skirt.

“How do I look? Pretty monk like, huh?” His smile was so bright, the smile of a child looking to be praised. Mondatta thought on his response.

“Y... Y-yes...” He finally settled on, tapping the human’s exposed shoulder, “Very... Monk like...” He felt he should be speaking more eloquently, but truth be told Emile threw him pretty off balance with this. “H-However, my student, it is rather cold out there and I.. Do not think this is enough..”

“Oh...” Emile looked over himself, “You don’t... Think so?” He sounded a little disappointing. Mondatta didn’t like that tone to his voice. 

In a swift motion, Mondatta removed his own upper layer. His robes were usually thicker, to compensate for his lack of outer armoring, so they should be at least a little more suitable for humans.

He pulled the robe onto Emile’s shoulders, guiding his arms into the sleeves before folding it over itself and tying it off at the waist, “There we are. That should be better.”

Emile gripped tightly at the hemming of the robes, staring much like he had the night Mondatta first spoke to him. “Th.. Th-ThankYou! Master Mondatta!” He bowed a bit, smiling to himself once again, brighter than before.

“It was no trouble, my student. Now get your shoes on, we do not want to be late.”

-----

The two walked through the Shambali village, Mondatta greeting monks as he walked with his hands behind his back. Beside him Emile was overwhelmed with the buildings and the snow and the monks oh how the monks enamored him so. Every new Omnic Emile turned to look at, staring as though he could absorb knowledge about them if he stared hard enough.

It was hard not to focus on, Mondatta found himself glancing down to the human every time they passed someone new, just to catch him staring back at them. The human’s interest in his siblings was endearing, the interest that drove him to leave home and climb a mountain all alone. An interest that could, potentially, change the world.

Yes an interest that-

Mondatta glanced to his side again to find his human companion gone. Humans don’t tend to just vanish into thin air, do they?

Hiding his panic the monk looked around himself, slowly as he could to appear calm, scanning his surroundings little at a time, till his sensors landed on white robes and white hair, face down in the snow.

“E-Emile-!” His voice raised a bit more than expected, drawing his sibling’s attention as he rushed maybe a bit too much to the human’s side, “M-My student, are you alright?”

“’m oood” Emile’s voice came muffled from the snow before he pushed himself up, “Just tripped, I’m okay.” He spoke confident for someone with a bloody nose.

“You are bleeding.” Mondatta corrected, helping Emile to stand. “What happened?”

“Wasn’t looking where I was going.” Emile answered, brushing snow off himself as he continued to look around, sniffling the small amount of blood back into his nose.

Mondatta supposed to himself that made sense, he’d never walked these snow covered streets, and was clearly distracted by the Omnics around him. This was clearly on him for not securing Emile better.

With a nod of agreement to himself, Mondatta took Emile’s hand in his own, “Well then, let us get moving again.” He spoke as he turned and began walking to the temple with Emile closely in toe.

He didn’t see the flush to the human’s cheeks as he stumbled quickly behind the Omnic.

-----

At the temple a small group of monks sat together at the top of the stairs, among them just the man Mondatta was looking for.

“Good Morning, Brother Zenyatta,” He greeted merrily as he approached the group.

Zenyatta, a small Omnic in a similar state to Mondatta, stood, along with the rest of the group, and turned to address him, “Mondatta, good morning.”

“How lucky to find you here.” Mondatta clasped his hands together, barely holding in how giddy he felt as he motioned to the human at his side, “This is Emile. Emile, this is my brother, Zenyatta, he is the one who brought you to us.”

The other Omnics in the group looked to Zenyatta quizzically, the largest of them, a ravager with his cords pulled from the back of his head resting splayed out down to his shoulders, leaned down to the smaller and asked, confusion in his voice, “You brought a human here?”

“It was not my intention..” Zenyatta answered back in a whisper as he looked down at the human, who stared back up at him with the same enamored eyes he’d given every other Omnic on the way here.

“Emile, was there not something you wanted to say to Zenyatta?” Mondatta gave the human a small nudge.

“R-Right!” Emile squeaked in a terribly human way and stepped forward, gripping tightly to the robes Mondatta had lent him, “Th-Thankyou, Zenyatta, for sa-aving my life! I hope I can make it up to you some day!” Emile bowed his head to the monk before him.

Zenyatta seemed to flinched back a bit at the human’s movements, “Yes, well... It was no big deal. Please excuse us.” With that, the group dispersed away from Mondatta and Emile around the temple.

Mondatta didn’t like the tone in Zenyatta’s voice, it was one of nerves. The quick way he left as well... Truth be told, everyone was feeling rather distant this morning, even when they greeted Mondatta they did so a few steps away. Perhaps allowing Emile to stay was a mistake if his mere presence put his siblings on such edge like this...

“-Model, constructed first in 2048, first addition, crafted wooden tables-”

“What was that?” Emile’s mutterings dragged Mondatta from his thoughts, he looked down at the human who snapped out of it.

“Oh- S-Sorry I was, uhm... T-Taking note of... the models of Omnics here...” The human’s face flushed slightly as he fidgeted with the collar of his robes.

“Their models... Who was that you were speaking of?” Mondatta leaned a bit to get to Emile’s eye level.

“Oh, um, there. Copper red robes, the one throwing the ball to the one in scarlet.” Emile pointed.

“Ah, that is Willow. How did you know that about her? That she made tables?”

“Her hands,” Emile wiggled his own fingers, “She has flexible finger joints that allow for more precision, along with ball jointed knuckles that allow for her fingers to be removed and replaced with tools, usually chisels and v tools I believe...”

“You knew that... from just her hands?” Emile nodded. “Intriguing...”

Mondatta stood back up, hand on his chin as he looked over his siblings once again. This human’s fascination started with models, their builds and purposes in the past. His sibling’s interest in the human start at stop just as surface level, they were too cautious to approach him, simply for the fact he was human.

Mondatta’s fans whirred, for a similar reason a human may hum, as he handed Emile a meditation orb and motioned, “Well then, why don’t you go take the empty mat by Willow and we will start morning meditation.”

“Ah- Y-Yes sir!” Emile quickly ran to his place, holding the orb tightly in his hands.

There may be a lesson to be learned from this human yet, he’d just need some time.

[gemstone-roses]

Christmas fic party request:

Where reader is an fbi tech (post red John) and shoots her shot at Jane at the Xmas party. Smut. Lots of smut. Very comforting because I just imagine him being SO lovely. Age difference mentioned.

Patrick Jane x female reader

Summary: your feeling brave, the man you’ve been pining for is older than you, surely he’s not interested in you, right? Smut. 18+ only,protected sex, praise kink, lots of praise, eye contact , so much praise ugh I’m mad for this man okay! I’m begging people to send in more requests for him 🙏🙏

Warnings: explicit smut, 18 plus ONLY. Smut, protected sex, praise kink x10. Fingering. Pet names, Minors be gone from here!

A:N - I’m super proud of this one. Thankyou for requesting I hope you liked it 🥹🥹please feel free to request more for Patrick Jane too!! ❤️

The wince on your face as you glance around the room is prominent. You only came tonight for one reason. And he’s not here.

Your colleagues are busy getting merry, rigsby and van pelt wearing matching Christmas jumpers and paper hats. The music is so loud you can feel it coursing through you.

Jane had seen your mood dip around the holidays and he had made you promise you would at least show your face. You agreed solely because he said he would accompany you and your heart fluttered at his offer. The small touch he left on your elbow, the reassurance in his face when he said ‘I’ll be with you the whole time’ had you screaming internally.

You weren’t the newest member of the team, but you were quite a bit younger than Jane, and as he is so observant you did your absolute best to keep your crush on him secret.

It had been a long few years.

Fed up of the party, you duck out and find yourself wandering straight into something tall and hard.

Patrick

“Oh shit I’m so- you start, blinking at him as you try and play it off.

“Are you okay?” He asks rubbing your arm soothingly.

It seems your brain has short circuited as you just stare at him, he looks good, so good.

“Hey” he says softly, moving his hand to cup your face.

“Hey Jane” you squeak out, praying he can’t tell how flustered you are.

His brows crease at you, his thumb runs across the curve of your cheek and you cannot take this anymore so you bring your hand up to connect with the hand that’s on your face.

His eyes bore into yours as you wait for him to pull his hand away.

But he doesn’t.

“Jane, I- I need to tell you something I - you whisper closing your eyes as you speak.

“I know” he says lowly

“You what!” You say, horrified, eyes shooting open as heat rises to your face.

You try and turn away but he stops you, hands flying to your waist, gripping tightly.

Your lips part slightly as you take in the man in front of you. He smiles, leans forward and

Runs his thumb across your lip and once again your brain short circuits, you think you might die right there. There’s no way he doesn’t feel the way your pulse starts picking up and your eyes blow wide at his action.

“Jane?” You ask, voice cracking

“Yeah honey?” His voice slightly deeper, it makes your pussy clench and your heart soar.

“I love you” you say, and for a moment you panic thinking he doesn’t feel the same and then he closes his eyes and sighs, before pulling you in closer

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that” he growls.

He searches your face for any kind of hesitation and you nod, he smiles as he shakes his head.

“Use your words my darling”

“Hurry up and kiss me, please” you whine,

Your breath hitches as he cups your face again and brings his lips to yours. His lips are soft, he presses into you as he deepens the kiss.

You can’t help but let out a moan as he presses into you, it’s comforting, safe, and leaves you wanting more.

“Patrick” you whisper, as he reluctantly breaks the kiss, his hand comes back to cup your face, finger stroking slowly down your cheek.

“You okay?” He checks.

You nod a bit too quickly, and he chuckles.

“Shall we, go somewhere more private?” He whispers as he leans in to place a feather light kiss to your neck.

“God, yes” you mutter. He grabs your hand instantly and leads you up to his room above the office.

“It’s cold in here” you mutter as he shuts the door to his living space, instantly his arms are around you again, catching your lips in a searing kiss he cages you against the wall. One of his arms rest on the wall, the other tracing down to your waist. Your chest heaves as he teases his fingers up and down underneath your shirt.

“Please” you whine and he smirks, dipping his hand beneath the waistband.

“God your dripping” he murmurs rubbing your throbbing pussy through your panties. You clench your thighs together at his actions, and his words.

“Jane” you croak, desperate, needy.

“I love the sound of my name falling from your lips” he breathes, making you look at him before moving your panties and sliding in a finger.

It’s agonisingly slow, and of course Patrick can tell your getting frustrated with his teasing.

He speeds up a bit before adding another finger, your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Mm, Jane fuck” you whisper, he increases the pressure and starts to curl his fingers up as they enter you. His thumb comes to circle your clit and he catches your moan with a kiss.

“D-don’t stop” you moan as he presses his thumb into your clit as he curls his fingers hitting your G spot.

“Oh OH god” you whine

“That’s it honey” he soothes, breaking the kiss as your walls clench around his fingers.

“Jane” you say as you feel your orgasm approaching

“Come for me, that’s it, good girl” he says as he curls his fingers once more and you see stars as your orgasm crashes over you.

He holds you steady, fingers lazily pushing in and out of you as he fingers you through your orgasm.

“You okay”? He whispers placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You nod and he pulls you into his embrace.

“God that was- incredible” you pant, leaning in to give him a kiss.

He pulls you gently towards his bed.

He pushes you gently and you fall back

“Lie down” he whispers, he’s out of breath and it’s so arousing you can’t help the throb that courses through you.

Patrick unbuttons his suit jacket, hanging it up on the chair he climbs on top of you. Once again you feel safe within his presence.

His arms come to rest on either side of your head, he looks down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Stop it” you say, trying to turn away from his stare.

“Don’t, don’t do that, your beautiful, let me see you yeah?” he tilts your face to look at him, as if you could love this man any more.

“Would you like to stop?” He asks and his face tells you that he would not mind one bit if you said yes, which just makes your heart pound faster in your chest.

“No, I’d very much like to continue” you say. And Jane runs his hand across your face, smiling.

You can feel Jane’s cock pressing into your leg through his jeans and you shift your hips slightly. He sucks in a breath as you sit up to undo his belt.

You do it slowly, payback. But it doesn’t last long as he ends up pulling it off himself before guiding you to lie back down.

He stands up and removes his pants before coming back and resting his hands at the top of yours.

He waits.

You nod.

He pulls down your pants and can’t help but moan at the wet patch in the middle of your underwear.

Your breath hitches as he leans down and presses his lips into your clothed pussy and hooks his fingers in the line of your panties and pulls them down.

Jane frees his hard cock from his boxers and it springs up against his stomach. A drop of precum glistening on the head.

You clench your thighs at the sight. Jane reaches for the condom under his bed and rolls it down.

He pumps his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance.

You breathe in as you prepare.

Jane’s hand find your clit once more,he watches your face as his fingers circle your clit. You relax slightly as he continues his actions.

“Hey” he says softly

“I’m okay” you say.

“Take a deep breath for me darling” he places one hand on your lower stomach and the other wraps around his cock.

You do, and he slides his cock into you, slowly.

“Good girl, keep breathing for me” he soothes as he pushes his cock all the way in. Your breath catches in your throat as he pushes deeper into you.

“Keep looking at me” he says and you throb around him.

“You’re doing so good for me” he praises as he goes to rub your clit again.

“Patrick” you whisper

“Can you- I need you to go-

“I know, I know” he coos, rubbing your hips with his hand,

“I’ll go slow, I got you” he soothes before thrusting into you slowly. One of his hands is still splayed across your stomach.

“Mmhm” you whine.

“You feel so good around my cock like this” he says, pushing his cock in and out, he feels you clench around him as he speaks.

You close your eyes as he angles himself a little differently, still thrusting slowly, but his cock is hitting your g spot.

“Patrick- fuck” you choke out.

“Mm, you make the prettiest sounds” he breathes, every moan out of you sending him closer to release.

He moves his hand from your stomach as he reaches for your puffy clit, gently applying pressure as he thrusts into you.

“Patrick, I’m-

“Look at me, good girl, come for me, come all over my cock” he encourages as he presses into you again.

You hear him groan just as his cock twitched inside you and your pussy clenches,

Your toes curl and you see stars as your orgasm washes over you. Your ears ring as you hear muffled praise falling from Patrick’s mouth as you come down from your high.

“So good for me, you did so good, you’re incredible my love” he soothes, rubbing gentle circles into your hip.

You whimper underneath him. He places his hands on either side of your face.

“Jane, that was - god that was perfect you say a lazy smile painting your face. A big smile lights up his face, “I love you” he says, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’ve wanted to say that for a very long time” he admits.

“Me too” you say shy all of a sudden, turning your face from him.

He tuts

“No honey, what did I say about doing that, now, I’ll get you a warm towel and some water and I’ll be back in a moment” he soothes as he gets up.

And you, couldn’t be happier.

[lovebillyhargrove]

hello i love you so much thankyou thankyou thankyou for the nicest words omg 🥺🥺

and literally yes!!! like it doesn't make SENSE that neil just up and left cos billy died like that literally just. does not TRACK. so therefore, something must've happened!!! okay something HAD to have happened!!! it's the only way it fits!!!

and something happening between flayed!billy and neil would he like. extra fucked up and heartbreaking. cos we KNOW billy's in there, trying to claw his way out, begging for someone, anyone, to see, to help. so flayed!billy going into billy's HOUSE?? running into his FATHER??? like u just know billy probably breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of neil probably for the first time in his life. only for neil to clearly notice something was wrong, but the second billy broke through, used his own voice??? neil just!!!! being the piece of shit dad that billy's always known him as!!! billy probably beating himself up for even considering the thought that fucking NEIL would be the one to save him.

and neil!!! neil in the hours between the run-in in the kitchen and the phone call that brought him to starcourt, probably just KNOWING that something was up, like. he knows his son. as much as billy hates it, neil KNOWS him. better than probably anyone, unfortunately. and in his own messed up way, neil fucking loves billy. god knows he doesn't like him, sure as shit isn't proud of him like some fathers are of their sons, but billy's his son, for better or worse, and he's done his damn best to raise him to be the Man neil thinks he should be. and billy hasn't made it easy, and tough love's the only option left usually, but it's still love.

so then billy's fucking dead, and there's no logical reason, there's no explanation, there's no body. there's just the echo of billy crying, of him asking neil for help, fucking begging, and neil reacting the way he always reacts, becos billy needs to grow the hell up. can't just cry and expect everyone to make everything all better. needs to toughen the fuck up and act like a man and handle his own shit. just like neil was expected to.

except now billy's dead, and neil use to wish for the kind of peace the house now has, but it's too quiet, and he never realised max had so many friends houses that she hung out at, and he thought billy use to complain just to complain about the mowing situation out back, but no, the backyard really is a bitch to mow. and now neil's gotta live with that. turns out, he fucking can't.

okay this escaped me again omg i am truly sorry but billy & his parents situation really fucking gets me and i, too, think way to much about it. cos ur RIGHT!!! neil truly is complicated!!! like he's a middle aged man thats chosen to not get help re:his shitty parenting and obvious life issues, so my sympathies are limited compared to billy. but!!!! boy, do i sure love thinking about that complicated mess!!! please feel free to share literly every headcanon and thought you have about them, becos i would be obsessed with them probably 🥺🥺 - @biillys

Hi) thank you so much for your amazing answer to my comments!!! ❤️ I kept rereading your piece all day. BEAUTIFULLY heartbreaking ideas, and i agree with your every word. Also, i mean, it absolutely makes sense in the light of s4 where neil disappears (like.. why??), but. BUT. It also makes perfect sense when it comes down to s3 as well, because hey .. billy was possessed for several days. He LIVED at home. He had to interact with his dad!! We never saw that, but it had to be there. And because billy has very complicated feelings towards neil, he would absolutely do something at least while being possessed. Some hc that he would just plain kill him, and that also makes sense. But your idea - of billy reaching out for help to neil - i LOVE this idea. It reflects their relationship. As does Neil's reaction to Billy's death. I'm so glad you shared your thoughts with me on that matter!!!❤️ Neil HAS feelings towards his son. It's just all fucked up. And it's just .. he would be absolutely HAUNTED by what happened to billy, especially always remembering how he DIDN'T help. He would be haunted, and that would be his lifelong punishment

Omg I am so emotional over your words. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!!! And please, MORE

It's a whole fic right there. A whole beautiful fic❤️

[likedogwithablogbutnotadog]

19-04-2024 6:34-7:11

ThankYou

hey, good evening ma'am :3

y'know i actually wanted to get you some cake, i realized i never really did anything for your birthday which kinda sucks but oh well, we can't all get what we want, instead, take this emoji 🎂 and the idea of a cake, after all, it's the thought that counts.

you asked me what my favorite class was and at the time i couldn't recall (moyaimoment 🗿) but i did some thinking and three particular things came to mind, well, to classes and one assignment thing.

i remember that time you took us down and had us sit near the football ground and just write descriptives, i loved descriptives, thank you for showing me how to do that. another "class" i loved was that time you had us write to each other, it was something around the end of ninth grade where you had us, well, write about each other on this one piece of paper and you'd do the same for all of us, you know, i still have that paper in a corner in my drawer, it means a lot to me. my favorite assignment in my entire student life was, by far, that time you had us write that really long thing, i dug deep and put and connected thoughts in a way that i'm proud of now, thank you for that, thank you for giving me the opportunity to think in a way i hadn't really before, learn about myself, and make a genuinely good piece of work that i can be proud of to this day (rule of three :O) here's the link to it if you'd like to read it, https://docs.google.com/document/d/103lOm91Wt7haJLsjcm-CyH9w4IRK510sPAklH0B_4IY/edit?usp=sharing

NOW THAT THATS OUT OF THE WAY

can i just say thank you, i think, if i personally had the choice to do it all again, i would, i would a million times over, in a heartbeat, without a second thought and that's because well, everything thats happened has led me to where i am now no? i'm pretty happy right now.

thank you, you've had a genuine effect on me as a person and i don't think ill ever forget you. thank you for being there and thank you for being probably the best teacher i've ever had.

dude, im so freaking lucky to have had you as my teacher, really, thank you for being my teacher.

thank you.

I'M NOW GOING TO SHARE MY FAVORITEST SONG EVER WITH YOU AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, I'M GOING TO TAKE EVERYTHING I JUST TYPED DOWN BACK https://open.spotify.com/track/4v1uXnRP235cDKXHuYXR61?si=93f595f3e9704098 ultimately, by khai dreams

p.s. wow i was NOT in a good place when i made my last entry, that's crazy bro

p.p.s. (post-postscript) if at any time on your hippie experience, you'd like to talk to some 17-year-old boy you taught igcse english to, i'd love nothing more than to be that person.

really. thank you.

p.p.p.s. (post-post-postscript) the lack of capital letters is a choice, i'm like e.e. cummings like that

[atinystraykid]

1, 11, and 9!!

Thankyou! I answered 9 in the last ask. 

What are some things that you're really good at?

I’m good with words! I am a fast reader, I usually find it easy to analyze the themes of a piece of writing and I can write pretty well myself. I’m also good at learning new languages (I taught myself English as a second language and I speak it fluently now!) 

Share one of your best memories

Hmm, given that the theme of the asks was “self love”, I assume this means a memory of a proud moment or an accomplishment? I could be lazy and say “when I published my book” again (this keeps coming up in this ask game, apparently my self-worth is mostly based on me being a writer, oops) but I’ll go way back and share a school memory! I don’t really have a lot of proud memories there, my education journey was… difficult, to put it mildly. Especially in math (I have dyscalculia) but! My one happy math memory! We were supposed to calculate how much money a family needs for a trip to the beach. It listed the prices for food, parking tickets, sun screen etc. and we were supposed to add those up. I didn’t do that, I wrote down “They would need more than the sum of all those things combined because there could be unexpected expenses. It wouldn’t make sense to go on a trip if it takes up all their savings” - and my teacher gave me full points and even praised me in front of the class for thinking about the task so critically. 

(I think you sent those numbers for the self-love ask game yesterday, right? If they were meant for the relationship game today, let me know and I’ll happily do those!)