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insufferablelust · 4 years

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blurb/one shot about reid coming home after prison and the team wants you to go home with him to his apartment to comfort him because you guys are good friends. he starts to talk about how lonely he was and how much he missed talking and laughing with you but also how much he dreamt of touching/fucking you while he was there. spencer is a very hard dom and rough considering he hasn’t touched anybody in months.

Warning : Smut! with some name calling, and dom!Spencer x Sub! Reader.

When you received the news that Spencer has been released from that god awful prison, you jumped at the first look of him entering the bullpen with JJ after the whole Cat ordeal. You hugged him like you would hug a boyfriend, but you didn’t care, you haven’t seen him in so long— he refused to let you visit him on prison because he can’t bear the thought of how the others would watch you and Spencer’s blood boiled at the thought.

Its how you two has always been together, since you joined the team after Emily depart to interpol, you have always been close to Spencer— from the outside, it would look like you two were too close, but neither of you really cared. It would be naive of course, if you lie and say you don’t love him— because you do, as a best friend and so much more. But you knew, how difficult relationships could get for him so you never tried to pry more than you were given even if you had to watch him break down after Maeve, and the stories that follows.

Morgan teased you about it before he left, saying how you should make your move now rather than later— only Morgan knows how much love you have for Spencer (and Morgan is also the only person who knows how much love Spencer have for you) but you shrugged and laughed it off, swallowing down the bitter pill of reality that he would never look at you more than just a friend— a very close caring friend that kissed multiple times because they were drunk, yeah that’s it, right?

Wrong.

It’s been a few weeks since Spencer’s release and the whole Mr.Scratch mess. You were just quietly enjoying your mandatory break with red wine on your hand and flashes of imagination that accompanied your thoughts. You sighed as you take a look at your phone to see a message from Penelope.

Garcia, P ❤️

Hey princess! how about you, me, em, JJ, and Tara go out to shop tonight? maybe we could catch up too? i miss you aaalll soo much.

You smiled at the sweet message, quickly typing a ‘yes i’ll be there, your majesty. and i miss you too.” It wasn’t that difficult of a choice, seeing as you weren’t doing anything anyways, and you sure as hell could buy some more things just for the sake of retail therapy.

You quickly changed into a comfy dress that stops just below your knee, with a vintage belt around your hips and a cute burgundy cropped cardigan to keep you warm. You were zipping your bag when you heard it, heard the pretty loud bangs on your door that had you startled. To say that you were a bit paranoid was an understatement, as you approached the door with a gun prepared on your hands— you squinted at the peephole to see if you should open your doors or not, to your absolute childish-crush surprise— it was Spencer, a very disheveled looking Spencer standing in front of your door.

As soon as you sees him, you placed your gun away safely tucked on your cabinet before opening the door and let him in. He was dressed somewhat nicely, shirt tucked underneath his pants with his signature dark blue cardigan, his hair was a mess, and the bags below his eyes indicated that he’s in fact not doing well— though you figured as much.

“Spence, are you okay? you look tired.” You mumbled carefully, as you sat down beside him on your couch, his eyes wouldn’t even look at you but rather taken a keen interest on the floor of your apartment.

“Oh..are you going on a date?” He asks timidly, his voice shaky and on edge as his gazed turned to your bag and then your clothes.

“What? No, no no! Pen asked me out on a shopping night with the girls so i was just about to go.” You laughed, and you swore you heard his loud sigh of relieve when you said that, but you’re convinced that your mind is telling tricks to you.

“Well um i can go.. if you’re—“ You cut him off instantly just as he about to stand, you grabbed his wrist tightly to pull him back down and shake your head, smilling softly, “No.. Please, i can shop another time— you came all the way here so stay okay?” You begged him, eyes desperately trying to lock with his.

“Okay... okay, Y/N.” He sniffled, eyes finally met yours— you were shocked to see they were brimmed with raw fresh tears, falling slowly down his cheeks— you didn’t say anything else, just immediately tucking him against your sides so his head was laid on top of your heart and your fingers on his hair.

“Oh it’s okay, shh it’s okay— you’re okay, i’m here just let it out..” You cooed, holding him tightly as he sobbed onto your chest.

“Got your pretty dress all wet..” He mumbled as you both were laying down on top of the soft rug near your fireplace on the floor, your cheeks warmed at the sound of his voice, “It doesn’t matter, it’s not that your teardrops are made of paint anyways.”

You both laughed at your answer, laying on each other’s side, eyes locked. You brushed your fingertips across his cheeks, feeling his breath shuddered, “Spencer..” You whispered softly.

“Hm?”

“What happened?” His eyes fluttered shut as he drew in a sharp breath, your fingers were calm and soothing on his skin. “You’ll hate me..” He suddenly whispered, voice shot and it nearly made you cry.

“No, no i won’t. Hey look at me, there you go.. Spencer.. you know i’ll always support you no matter what, and i’ll never judge you of any decision you made because i know you, okay? and i trust you.” You emphasized each word, as your nose brushed against each other— you could care less at the thoughts of breaking regulations now.

“I know Y/N, it’s not that.. it’s just..” He moved back a bit, before intertwining your hand in his and kissed the knuckles, “I missed feeling happy.. missed being.. being able to help.. to talk freely... to sleep without nightmares.. to just—“ His voice trembled as fresh stream of tears threatening to fall upon his skin, you were quick to held his hand tighter so he knows you’re there with him— that you’re real.

“To have a control over my life, over something.. everything is out of place, Y/N... I-I can’t live like this.” You could see it in his eyes, just how much he wanted to feel the control again— to make his own decisions without having the trauma of being drugged by a female serial killer or catched by the police.

“And.. and i can’t stop thinking about..” He stopped as he bit his lip, under the soft glow of the crackling fore— you could see just how pink his cheeks get as he stared at you still, his palm is now pressed against your cheeks, “About what, spencer?” You whispered, feeling overwhelmed already by the warmth of him pressing against you so closely, your heart thrummed against your ribcage like a drum going off on it’s own.

“You... you— one of the only thing that kept me alive.. alive on— you, you i can’t get you out of my mind. I don’t like it..” His lips were practically brushing against yours as you widen your eyes, letting a pained, “Oh..” Left your lip as you came to a realization at what he’s referring to, but before you could get out of his grasp— he cut you off,

“I don’t like it because i can’t do a damn thing about it, Y/N. I don’t like it because i can’t touch you whenever i want, I don’t like it because.. because i’m so used to having things so certain.. all my life, all i want to believe in was numbers, and— and science but the only thing that makes sense right now in my life.. is you.” He craddled your jaw so gently as your forehead pressed against each other.

The room grew quiet after that, just heavy breathing, and both of you savoring the moment, the warmth of each other’s skin. You could hear a pin drop, but the only thing that you heard was his heartbeat that beats at the same pace as yours— fast, and full of desire, pent up desire for each other. His leg tangled itself onto yours as he inch his lips closer so they were practically grazing against each other, before he kissed you softly, softly yet so rough.. Rough as in he was savoring you, indulging in your taste.

The kiss lit you on fire, your skin burned against him as you whimpered softly at the pace of his kiss, it was rushed— yet full of desire, desire to claim each other.. to control you, and if you said you didn’t want it then that would be a lie. Here you are, sober and bright, with his tongue shoved deep inside your mouth, battling dominance— as you submitted to him, letting him to own that control.

When both of your lungs ran out of air, you whined against him, to which he pulled back and pant. Both of you tried to catch your breath, but your whole body is burning with fire— that fire is insatiable, the desire for him is insatiable.

“You said... you need control... let me be your canvas.” You whispered as you put your hands above your head and bit your lip nervously.

The silence returned as he watched you, stared at you, with so much adoration, shock, and lust.. it took him a bit of time to respond to your declaration, his hand wrapped itself on your neck, just held it there with a bit of pressure before whispering, “I’m not going to go easy on you.. are you sure you want this?”

You only smiled, and bat your eyelash at him, whispering, “Don’t hold back, Reid.”

Your back was arched in an angle you never knew you could reached, your hips constantly bucking up as your wrist tugged against the belt that tied them up tightly. Here you were, body as nude as day, with your hands tight together on top of your head, your panties shoved deep inside your mouth and the love of your life— the new version of him, has been between your legs for hours now, sucking the poor swollen clit of your cunt, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm that your eyes was wet with tears.

He hummed softly as he felt you clenched around his tongue, and tasting the way you ache and gushed onto his taste buds— groaning at the sweetness. He pressed a soft electrifying kiss on top of your clit that sent you to a sobbing mess before crawling up and pull the panties from your mouth and smile so softly yet so condescendingly.

“Oh princess.. Look at you, your make up is ruined.. look like such a mindless thing,” He taunted, causing you to buck your hips instantly, which earned a chuckle from him, “I didn’t know you would be this much of a depraved desperate whiny little girl, Y/N. I should’ve claimed you sooner.” You were screaming inside your head, telling him yes-yes you should but it’s okay.. i don’t mind now, just please— but the only thing that came out of your sinful bitten raw lips was a small “I’ve always been yours.”

He sees red instantly, hands clamping down your neck, as he pressed his forehead against yours, feeling an overwhelming sense of power— control he’s been craving, and oh how kind were you, the light of his life to serve that control on a silver platter for him— silly thing you are.. of course he’s going to take you in every way possible.

“That’s right you are, keep that in mind, bunny. Try not to scream too loud yeah? hate to bother your neighbor right? how will i explain? that my baby just can’t take it when she get fucked til she goes mindless?”

Just as you were about to answer, his cock pushed past your tight entrance, so suddenly and deep that you yelled, yelled with pure pleasure of being stretched— burning with pleasure, “Oh! Spencer!” Your eyes rolled back to your skull, as he groaned, “Fuck— you’re so fucking tight angel, oh there’s a good little slut for me.”

At that, he began to thrust into you, so fast yet so deep, your lips wrapped itself around his thumb as he fuck the sanity out of you, feeling the overwhelming amount of raw pleasure— and love at the same time.

“Mmm! take me! oh god so deep, so— fuck!” You moaned after he pulled his thumb back, cultching your wrists together as the head of his cock hit that spot— the spot that has you seeing stars. He smiled as he keeps on working his thrusts “Yeah? yeah right there baby?”

“Y-Oh! yes, please please” Your whines were half coherent, but neither of you cared, nor complained, the only thing in your minds right now is to indulge in this burning fire of a pleasure, to relinquished control.

“Good girl, so fucking tight for me Y/N— god i love you..” He said it— said it, as his thrust became sloppier, yet somewhat deeper, his face were on your neck— biting a huge amount of marks, marks that’ll make sure everyone knows you’re his.

“I love you! i loveyou! god i—“ You were cut off as his other hand reach down to rub your clit fast, sending you into a spasm fit, back arched, nipples against his sweaty chest and the walls of your cunt clenched around his cock so tightly that it brings him to the very edge.

“Cum baby, cum for me, good- fucking girl do it.” He whispered, walls breaking down as he hold himself back as you cum, cum so hard around his cock that you were silent— only letting a very high pitched chants of his names, which brought him to his own release, coating— painting your walls with his cum, claiming you inside and out.

You both tried to catch your breath as he tried to pull out, in which you whined, “No.. wanna— wanna— ugh please?” Your glassy eyes were looking at him with such a pure adoration, pure submission, that he softly smiled and propped your both to your side with his softening cock still nestled deep inside your cunt.

You sighed as he unclasp his belt, bringing your wrist down to kiss them one by one. “I love you.. i do, i truly do Y/N.” He whispered, eyes looking at yours as you smiled widely, nodding and lightly sniffling.

“Hey.. dont cry, shh shh come here baby, hey hey.. are we taking turns to cry now?” He chuckled against your hair as he pulled you close, embraced you in his arm which you giggled at and pushed his chest a bit, before nuzzling your noses together,

“I’ve always loved you, Spencer Reid, and i always will.”

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Oh my god!!! i know its not like the actual req, i changed it up a bit i hope whoever you are, you won’t mind!! anyways, thank you so much for requesting i love you! and thank you everyone for reading.

I’m gettting through my reqs right now, so if you requested in the past few weeks, expect them to be out soon! I love you all, blurb and tag list is always open. ❤️

#insufferableblurb #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader #dom!spencer

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natromanxoff · 3 years

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Queen live at Elland Road in Leeds, UK - May 29, 1982 (Part-2)

Fan Stories

“We got a coach from my home town (about 2 hours from memory) and drank an ocean of lager on the way, by the time we got there we needed the toilet so badly we could have exploded! We got into the stadium and waited for the first band of the day. Soon enough a not very well known (to me) American band came on called Heart. They weren't bad but did nothing for me. Then came The Teardrop Explodes who tried and who I reckoned did quite well despite the flying bottles of liquid being hurled at them from the crowd. After them was Joan Jett complete with Blackhearts who got the crowd going with "I Love Rock'n'Roll" mainly because Brian appeared at the side of the stage with his daughter to have a look. Eventually after a long wait the stage lights dimmed and a strange cranking sound started up and then you were suddenly aware of the drum beat to Flash thumping out and spotlights chasing around the stadium. This went on for a minute or so and the excitement was unbearable. All of a sudden in an explosion of smoke, lights, guitars, drums... Brian, John and Roger are there blasting out the opening part of The Hero. Seconds later in a gleaming white leather jacket out runs Freddie and it begins... A moment I will never forget along with many others from Queen shows since and before it. I can't say which show was my favourite as I loved them all but that moment WAS Queen, the sheer power, the anticipation, the fantastic musical ability and above all else the way they gave people what they crave more than anything... wonderful memories.” - whiteman

“29th May 1982 - a really nice warm day. We only lived a few miles away so walked down to Elland Road - I can't believe it - Queen live in my home town at the home of the greatest football team in the country (well maybe not now!). Got to the ground early and were allowed in by security, such a relaxed atmosphere. Saw band's soundcheck - great! So hot sun, never went behind stadium roofs. Got best suntan I have ever had! Heard Teardrop Explodes - not bad. Then you are aware of the beat of flash thumping out around the stadium, the smoke rises and bang - they are on! The greatest gig I have ever seen from the greatest live band in history. God bless you, Brian, Roger and John. Rest in peace, Freddie - we will never forget.” - Michael Quine

“This was my second ever gig, the first being Rory Gallagher the year before (I am sure I once read that Rory was one of Brian May's favourite guitarists). Anyway, being only 14 and not yet in the habit of getting off my face at gigs,I can remember that day very clearly. I am convinced I saw someone throw a hamburger at Julian Cope (Teardrop Explodes were going down like a lead balloon), and just as Julian was opening his gob to sing, he CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH. A huge cheer went up, then they stomped off. Somebody, possibly Queen's manager, came on and told everbody to behave. I also remember a fan getting on stage and Freddie expertly rolling him off the stage. I didnt like the Hot Space album much but was chuffed they were still a hard rock band. I bought the next edition of Kerrang mag and the write up of the gig said STUNNING. Great memory.” - Edwin

“I was 15 years old in 1982 when I attended my first ever concert. Fortunately for me, it was QUEEN's show at Leeds AFC ground in the North of England. I remember when my ticket arrived in the post, possibly 2-3 months before the concert, as was often the case in those days. I stuck my ticket on a cork notice board in my bedroom and could barely contain my excitement over the coming weeks. Every morning, I would wake up and look at the yellow ticket, wishing the days away. I imagined everything that could go wrong would. Queen would cancel the gig, I would break my leg, the family pet would die on the morning of the concert and it would be too insensitive of me to go, the transport wouldn't turn up or would break down, there would be a pile up on the motorway, I'd lose my ticket en route, etc, etc. As it turned out, May 29th 1982 was a hot and sunny day, perfect weather for an outdoor gig. I was CRAZY about Queen and had been since the age of 9 but I really didn't know what to expect on that day. Myself and three friends took a coach organised by my Dad's company from Lancashire across the M62 motorway to Leeds. Our excitement began to really take a hold when we arrived at the football ground and we followed the droves of people towards the turnstiles. To me, this was something on a really big scale and I could already hear the hum of the crowd inside. Not really believing that we were actually about to witness a Queen concert, we found our seats on the West Stand, offering a great view of the stage. I remember marvelling at Queen's new lighting rig and the equipment that adorned the stage, shining in the afternoon sunshine. The ground was almost full at this point and the pitch was heaving with people. The atmosphere was relaxed as people bathed in the sunshine. I remember two guys climbing the fence from the stand and attempting to get a better spot by running into the crowd and losing themselves on the pitch. Their efforts were in vain however as they were quickly located and ejected back into the stand by two security guards. We bought some black Hot Space tour shirts (I wore mine with pride until it literally fell apart) and a programme from a vendor inside the ground and waited for the first band to take the stage. A guy near us shouted and punched his way through Heart's set and then left just as they vacated the stage. Obviously not a Queen fan! The Teardrop Explodes suffered at the hands of the Queen congregation and found themselves battling against a shower of bottles and assorted missiles. Other than that, I don't really remember much about the support bands. I think that Bow Wow Wow were billed to play (an odd choice) but I can't recall if they actually turned up. No matter, we were about to witness what is still one of the best gigs I have ever attended.

As the dusk descended upon us, the giant floodlights were extinguished one by one and the memory of the roar that followed still sends shivers down my spine. Dry ice drifted across the heads of the crowd on the pitch as the intro tape of Flash thumped out of the PA and the strange 'grating' noises added to the recording created a foreboding atmosphere. Two of our party were on the pitch and to this day remember their chests thumping in unison to the powerful rhythm. A sea of hands clapped in perfect time to the beat. To me, this was already an amazing experience. And then the big moment. Freddie, resplendent in dazzling white made his entrance to The Hero and the blaze of the lights. An apt number to start with. Before he had even sung a note, the audience were locked tightly in the palm of his hand. Such an entrance, such a showman. "You're a F***in amazing crowd", he exclaimed after the first rush. The beginning of the gig is, in truth, my strongest memory of the show itself. In particular, the "Flash!!!" vocals cutting through the night air with so much volume. I recall being shocked at the sheer power of Queen's performance and the clarity of the huge sound they harnessed. Morgan Fisher's keyboards during 'Action This Day' sounded bright and hypnotic. Freddie's intro to Fat Bottomed Girls caused quite a response too; "the bigger the t*t the better it is!". I also remember the follow spots darting wildly over the crowd during 'Tie Your Mother Down' and everybody going crazy. Oddly enough (and this is something I still swear by to this day), I was in a Maths lesson at school the following Monday and I swear I had a flashback of this and could actually 'hear' the music being re-played in my head. It was a weird moment and life was never quite the same again. We talked endlessly about our experience for months to come and one of my biggest regrets is not jumping on a train to attend the filmed Milton Keynes show a week later. Having been to so many gigs since, I can honestly say that there is nobody who has been able to top Queen live; I was lucky enough to see the band five times between 1982 and 1986, including Wembley Stadium and their last show at Knebworth. I think that my personal favourite was their performance at the NEC in Birmingham on 'The Works' tour in 1984. People were literally stood there with open mouths, unable to believe how good they were. Leeds is definitely up there too. I recall Brian May stating that he thought it was one of their best performances ever. I can't argue with that Mr May. I've often wondered if an audience shot cine film or even just photographs exist from the Leeds gig. It would be a dream come true to see my memories come to life again.” - Keith Lambert

“I can't believe it was 30 years ago that I attended my first ever gig at Elland Rd Leeds in 1982. I was 17 years old at the time, I was into Queen when I first heard seven seas of rhye, which was so different to all the other stuff around at the time. I'd heard them live on tv, and had Live Killers. Also I used to buy bootleg cassettes of all of their tours from 74 onwards. But nothing could prepare me for that day. They should have played this gig at Old Trafford Manchester, my home town, so I was gutted when the residents opposed it. Tickets were very easy to come by, believe it or not, cos Queen were not seen as a relevant band at that time. Also touring the Hot Space album didn't seem to excite anybody. So, Billy no mates had to go on his own, haha. My memory is a bit hazy, but I will try my best. I got to the ground about 1pm, and was lucky enough to have a pitch ticket. I got right to the front, well about 10 yards from the stage, slightly off centre and to the right. If I told you I never moved from that spot all day and never spoke to anyone, would you believe me? One of the reasons for this is the rivalry between Manchester and Leeds, also I was only a kid, haha. Not sure who was first on, probably Teardrop Explodes, Julian Cope, I remember while they were throwing bottles at him, picked one up and started hitting himself with it and stretching his arms out saying he was an Argentinian bomber or something. It was during the Falklands war, remember. Then Heart came on, not really my cup of tea, and I had a lie down on the tarpaulin and tried to go to sleep. Then Joan Jett, who was better than the rest, but not really exciting. During the band changes, I remember the roadies polishing Roger's drum kit and climbing up ropes and those threepronged lights, which before I saw them move I thought they were cameras. Queen took ages to come on. From my recollection and I might be wrong, they didn't come on until 10pm and went off around Midnight. I heard later that they got fined so much per minute for being late on stage but they wanted to wait until it was dark for the lighting rig to take effect. If you watch the Bowl DVD you will notice it was light when they came on stage there. But that was being filmed by Channel 4. But it was absolutely pitch black when they came on stage at Leeds. Then the floodlights went off, smoke started to appear and strange noises started, which I can't describe, sorry. Then Flash's Theme started, it was loud, very, very loud. I knew they were supposed to be loud and this was the part that scared me. The ground was thumping, the bass just pumping away. The these 'cameras' flicked into life, with men on them. The intro seemed to last for a very long time. Then BANG Brian appears with the first chord of The Hero and a flash of the biggest white light I've ever seen and will never forget and the absolute loudest noise I have ever heard just hit me. The intro was quite in comparrision to this. When I play Live at the Bowl, I tend to repeat the intro and The Hero, virtually every time, because it was definitely a life changing experience for me at that moment, just incredible. Then Freddie appeared in brilliant white again, I was that close, I swear His hair seemed blue because of the mass of white lights. His voice, so loud, so clear, honestly, I can't describe that moment properly. I heard Freddie swear, saw Roger spitting, quite a lot, over his drum kit and onto the stage, I was bewildered.

When they did Play The Game and also Somebody To Love, when Freddie was doing the intros for them and it will sound strange to those that weren't there, but I didn't know what the songs were. I thought they was new unreleased songs. The reason was they was so loud, It kind of deafened you and then kind of sunk in what they were about to play. Then the rest of the gig flew by and I was singing my head off. Everyone was, but you could only hear Queen. Again my memory may be wrong, but I read afterwards that Queen had paid for residents to move out of their homes for the day. These houses were monitored and they said that the sound was like Concorde flying 10 feet over your head... Yep I will buy that. For all that and for all the bad things said about it, The Works tour, which I went to all the 4 origional England gigs they had planned, was the best tour they ever did. The set list was fantastic and the lighting rig was incredible. Not as loud, I also add. I also saw them in Manchester, 86. They had to be off stage by 10pm and noise levels had to be adhered to. I was too far awy to see them and the screens didn't come on because it was too light. Also I couldn't here them properly. I've watched the mMagic Tour gigs on DVD etc, but for me, that was the poorest tour they ever did. So that's it, hopefully some of you can confirm my bad memory, or say I'm wrong. Hopefully not bored you all. But it was the greatest musical experience I ever witnessed and I am proud I was there.” - Paul Wakefield

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toomanyf4ndoms7 · 2 years

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The Clown and the Copycat.

Summary: Needles meets his wannabe competition.

Needles was a creature of solitude. He didn’t like people, they were just sheep for slaughter. The asylum let him have some fun riling up the lunatics, but that could never change his mind.

Apparently someone didn’t get the memo that the only time he talked to people was when he was going to kill them. Someone cut letters from a newspaper and arranged them to read “Meet me in the alley near Angel Wing Coffee. Prepare to meet your equal.”

Needles rolled his eyes at the last part. This guy was either crazy or stupid. Maybe both. Who cared anyway?

So he parked his faithful ice cream truck outside and entered the alley with his machete in his hand. If anyone tries to jump him, they’d be dead on the floor.

“At last we meet. Face to face.”

Turning to the source of the voice Needkes found a shirtless man with black sunglasses and pants. Instead of hands he had metal blades attached to stumps. His voice sounded like he was trying to be intimidating, but failing miserably.

“You and I are kindred spirits. Both shunned for our twisted urges, we spill blood to get back at the works that abandoned us.”

As the man monologued, Needles inspected his machete. There was a little dried blood from his first kill.

“Hey, can you do me a favour and cut to the chaser? I haven’t killed anyone all day and I’m getting a little… peckish.”

The man sighed.

“Fine. My names is Cage. You may have heard of me in the news?”

“Crybaby killer? Yeah.”

Cage pointed at himself and then Needles to make his point.

“You and I can be partners. We can show this place what true fear is. Gain the attention we deserve. What do you say?”

Needles was silent for a moment. Then he began to chuckle. The chuckle peeled out into laughter that went on for a solid minute as the clown placed his hand over his mask to sell his amusement.

“You should’ve called yourself the killer comedian! Because you’re putting me in stitches!”

The laughter continued before Needles finally calmed down and responded to the offer. His voice was dry and uninterested, a stark contrast to the hysterical laughter from seconds ago.

“Not interested in teaming up, pal. I prefer to fly solo. Don’t need amateurs like you following along.”

Needles waked up to the killer and placed his hand on the dumbfounded Cage’s shoulder.

“Here’s a little advice. Next time you see me? Run.”

Needles walked off into the night and Cage shook in fury. After all he had done, all he had accomplished, he was being written off? No. No. This would not stand.

Cage yelled and sprinted at his new target, his sharp metal fingers hungering for blood. He fantasised about tearing the mask off and seeing the terrified look in his eyes, of taking his place as the greatest killer of all time.

That imagination blinded him as Needles swung his serrated machete and sliced off his left arm.

As he grunted in pain Cage tried to swipe with his another arm, only to find the same result. He had been deprived of his weapons and Needles punched him square in the face.

Needles sighed in disappointment while walking over to his defeated enemy.

“You know, I don’t really like copycats. Least of all copycats who can’t do it right.”

Needles cut off Cage’s legs, leaving only stumps. Cage stared in disbelief. How could this be possible? They were equals, cut from the same cloth.

“How… dare you-

“Shhh… don’t bother talking. Just shut up and bleed.”

Without even a glance at the body of his fellow killer, Needles left the alley back to his truck. He picked up his phone and called the police.

“This is the Midtown police, do you have something to report?”

“Yeah, I found that serial killer guy. I think he was called the teardrop killer? Anyway, he’s in the alley near Angel Wing Coffee.”

“Alright, thanks for your help. Can we get a name?”

Needles looked in his rear view mirror and saw a familiar face looking back.

“Marcus Kane.”

#twisted metal black #cage twisted metal #twisted metal #needles kane #things i create

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keep-calm-and-watch-spatort · 2 years

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Ich wurde von @erbaulichemaer und @dysfunctional-deity getagged. Danke!

rules: spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

oh je, das wird ein langer post 😅

K - Kamikaze-Ohne Strom - Die Toten Hosen

E - Eine gute Nachricht - Danger Dan

E - Every Teardrop is a Waterfall - Coldplay

P - Photosynthesis - Frank Turner

C - Chocolate - Snow Patrol

A - A Sorta Fairytale - Tori Amos

L - Le parole lontane - Måneskin

M - Mr Brightside - The Killers

A - Any Other World - Mika

N - Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

D - Demons - Imagine Dragons

W - Wir werden uns wiedersehen - Selig

A - All of Me - John Legend

T - Take Me To Church - Hozier

C - Creep - Radiohead

H - Hungriges Herz - Madsen

S - Swing Life Away - Rise Against

H - High Hopes - Kodaline

E - Es geht mir gut - AnnenMayKantereit

R - Regen - Enno Bunger

L - Let me entertain you - Robbie Williams

O - Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers

C - Crashing Into Love - Martin and James

K - (Barfuß am) Klavier - AnnenMayKantereit *

*ja, da hab ich geschummelt, aber mir ist kein weiteres Lied mit K eingefallen und Barfuß am Klavier musste einfach mit auf die Liste

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megalony · 4 years

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This is a Harry Styles imagine that contains a lot of angst and is like my Ben Hardy imagine ‘I want a baby’ because I couldn’t decide who to write it for so I did both. I hope you will all enjoy it, feedback is always lovely to have.

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Summary: Harry and (Y/n) try for a baby but when he comes home one night, things take a very bad turn.

Enjoy.

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He was finally home.

She could hear the sound of his shoes hitting the wall when dug his toes into the back of his shoe to kick it off his foot and into its rightful place up against the wall near to the front door. The usual thud of his jacket followed the sound of his shoes and the jingling of the many keys on his chain being dropped into the dish near the door.

She could only just hear his feet tapping against the floorboards that barely groaned under his feet. He always walked so light as if he was a fairy or weighed nothing at all and it made it harder for (Y/n) to know whereabouts he was in their home or when he got back. But (Y/n) did notice that when he was walking it was like he was walking in time with his heartbeat or a tune in his head and he was tapping out the rhythm with his feet as he walked.

(Y/n) didn't bother to open her eyes when she heard him getting closer and closer to their shared room, she decided to wait and see what he would do if he thought she was asleep. They both knew well enough that (Y/n) hardly ever went to sleep without him unless he was away on tour and even then it took her ages to finally get to sleep. It took a lot out of her to stop herself from smiling when the door opened and she could hear his slow breaths filling the room.

It was as if (Y/n) could actually feel his surprise when his eyes set on her and saw that she was sleeping even with the lamp turned on very low.

(Y/n) tensed her legs to stop them from moving and giving away the game that she wasn't really asleep, she had only been resting her tired eyes when Harry finally came home from a party she didn't fancy attending. She wasn't mad at him for staying out, Harry liked events and parties and it wasn't like he came home drunk or on drugs or angry or horrible. He always let her know roughly what time he would be home and he called if he was going to be staying late at the studio.

She could feel his weight pressing down on his side of the bed behind her and she could hear the little pops of the buttons on his shirt that he was taking off. (Y/n) felt the bed lift ever so lightly before quickly settling back down when he moved to take off his socks and trousers before climbing into bed behind her, still under the impression that she was asleep.

For a moment, (Y/n) thought Harry was just going to lie down and try to fall asleep since it took him a while to calm his mind enough to fall asleep. But his arm soon found its way around her waist and she could feel his chest pressing up against her back.

When a kiss was slowly pressed to the back of her neck, a smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips and she had to fight to keep her eyes closed when he was making the blood rush to her head and her skin tickle. He kept lingering kisses against her neck before peppering open-mouthed kisses down the back of her neck and along to her shoulder causing (Y/n)'s smile to disappear so he would still think she was asleep. After a little while, his lips moved back up to her neck until he reached just under her jaw and she could feel his stubble tickling against her skin.

"I know you're awake." He murmured the words quietly against her skin, feeling the way the muscles in her neck pulled up when she swallowed before her eyes slowly fluttered open like butterfly wings. "I can practically hear your heartbeat." He added when he could see her questioning how he knew, but there was no smug tone to his voice like she thought there would have been.

(Y/n) lifted her hand from the bed to gently brush over Harry's cheek before her fingers trailed down to play with the ring settled neatly on his wedding finger. Out of all the rings Harry wore day in and day out, his silver wedding band had to be her favourite because it was the one that joined her to him. It was the ring that showed he loved her enough to commit himself to her.

"I missed you." (Y/n) twirled the ring around Harry's finger before she dared to lift her eyes and look up at him.

"Missed you too, s'not fun when you're not there." Harry's response was quiet but his words were tender and sweet as he trailed his kisses up her jaw before his hands moved and he slowly turned (Y/n) over so she was laying on her back instead of her side. Giving him the opportunity to move and lay over her, resting his weight on his forearms that were resting next to her shoulders, pinning her beneath him like she was his prey.

(Y/n)'s tired eyes looked up into his as he smiled sweetly, momentarily stopping his kisses so he could watch her play with his rings. The lazy smile on his lips and the look in his eyes told (Y/n) that he was drunk or at the very least he was tipsy, it took quite a few drinks to get Harry drunk.

"M'not going out without you again." Their voices didn't go above whispers but they had no need to speak any louder.

Harry's words made (Y/n) smile and caused her eyes to soften as she stared up at him. She did like going out to parties with him, but then again if she didn't go it meant he could come home after not seeing her all day and be affectionate like this. This was the usual routine if he was away all day and (Y/n) was still awake, he would come home and worm his way into her arms and never let her leave his embrace until the morning. He wrapped himself around her like a vine and she loved it.

Harry trailed his finger down (Y/n)'s cheek in a way that reminded her of a teardrop before he leaned down to steal a kiss from her lips. When he pulled up for air, his eyes narrowed and an inquisitive smile formed on his lips when he noticed the look in her eyes as she cupped his face. There was something on her mind or something that she wanted to tell him.

"I want a baby."

In her head that sounded much kinder and more of a conversation starter than a statement that she expected Harry to go along with. She didn't want to blurt it out like that but she also didn't want to beat about the bush this late at night.

(Y/n) could see the surprise in Harry's eyes and the smile on his lips at how blunt she was but he wasn't offended by it thankfully.

"Are you asking me or telling me, love?" Harry didn't really mind either way because it was clear (Y/n) wanted to talk about this, she wasn't just putting it out there and expecting him to go along with it. This was up for discussion so asking or telling him what she wanted wasn't an issue.

"Both... what do you think? I really want to try for a baby."

"I think that sounds like a great idea-" No more words could pass through Harry's lips before (Y/n) was pulling him down by his cheeks so she could press a bruising kiss to his lips.

Harry hadn't long come back from doing a world tour which meant that for the foreseeable future he wouldn't be jetting off anywhere other than a few interviews here and there. He was home and ready to take a break before thinking about getting on with another album. It was the perfect time to think about expanding their numbers and both of them had already agreed that they wanted a lot of kids in the near future.

(Y/n) couldn't help but hold her breath when Harry's lips moved from her own, down her chin and back down her neck. He felt the way her chest shuddered beneath his lips and how she kept taking short breaths and holding her breath for a long time like he was very used to by now. It was like she didn't know what he was going to do next and so held her breath in anticipation and he loved it. Harry loved having that hold over her and the ability to take her breath away without having to do very much.

When he started to pepper kisses down the valley of her breasts he could feel her stomach tensing and pulling inwards too as her hand knotted in his hair, needing something to hold on to.

"Let's have a baby."

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His socks padded quiet yet heavily against the soft carpet that felt like sand enveloping around his feet until he felt like he was going to slip beneath the floorboards and down into the living room below. There was nothing more he wanted than to strip from the constricting clothing he wore and to jump into bed with his wife.

Harry was rather surprised (Y/n) was in bed even though it was gone midnight. He'd been out at the studio since five o'clock in the afternoon because he'd had an idea that he wanted to work on with the band before the idea slipped from his mind. And Harry knew (Y/n) always waited up for him for as long as she could until she physically dropped. Something about sleeping on her own set her on edge, she had to have Harry there to get a proper nights sleep and he wasn't complaining, as long as (Y/n) was there Harry could sleep anywhere at any given time.

He tried to be as quiet as he could when he walked into their shared room and very slowly pushed the door shut so the hinges didn't squeak and giveaway what time he was coming home. Harry always tried to come home at a reasonable time because he wanted to spend as much time as he could with (Y/n), but sometimes he just couldn't help but let time slip away from him. He never liked being home this late, it made him feel bad if (Y/n) was waiting up for him and he felt even worse when he realised she was already asleep.

Harry could easily get changed and walk around the bedroom without needing any lights turned on which was good right now so that he didn't wake (Y/n). He knew where the wardrobe was, the chest of drawers was next to the door and there was a chair near to the window where they both placed their clothes ready for morning.

Harry trudged around to his side of the bed before slowly easing himself down until he was sat on the edge, his eyes sneaking a quick glance over at (Y/n) who was sound asleep, as she should be at this hour. The moment he felt the mattress beneath him he wanted to flop down and collapse as the mattress brought the exhaustion to his bones. He shrugged off the now itchy black button up shirt he had adorned all day and tossed it down onto the floor, doing the same with his socks and he slipped a few of his rings off and placed them on the side table before a sigh left his lips. He couldn't be bothered to go into the hall to put them in the wash basket, nor could he really be bothered to grab some sleep shorts or a shirt.

Without taking off his trousers or even his belt, Harry threw the covers aside so he could lay down. He knew his mind was far too active for him to fall asleep then and there despite how tired and groggy his eyelids felt. He'd remove his uncomfortable trousers when he had the energy, right now he just wanted to let the bed hold his weight for a change and let his muscles relax.

A minute ticked by that felt like an hour to Harry as sleep desperately clawed at his mind, fighting his willpower that was keeping him awake so that he could think for a while longer.

He liked this, Harry liked having a few minutes in the dead of night- or early morning, and being surrounded by quiet. The studio was anything but quiet with the sound of a drumbeat circulating through the air like a heartbeat or the strings of guitars and bass guitars and vocals being thrown here there and everywhere. Whatever Harry did it never came with silence, he did interviews, he worked in the studio or on a movie set, he recorded vocals and practised stage shows. Nighttime was the only time where he got some peace and quiet but it didn't happen often enough for his liking.

Harry liked coming home and laying in the silence and the dark like this, it allowed his mind to rest and recover and it let him think about things over than his music. And when he had (Y/n) laid beside him it further calmed him down. (Y/n) always had the ability to calm him down even when he didn't know what was wrong himself.

Harry's left hand rested on his lower stomach where he could feel one of his tattoos beneath his fingertips which absentmindedly started to trace around the butterfly design he'd had there for roughly four years now. Harry had too many tattoos to count at this point, one of his favourites was the one of (Y/n)'s name inked onto his wrist. He knew now that since (Y/n) was pregnant, when they had the baby he would have another name to add to his collection of ink on his skin. But that was months away.

As he laid thinking about anything and everything, he just so happened to move his right hand to rest beside him on the bed under the cover and it sparked his mind to wake up from his drowsy state.

The bed sheets were wet.

Harry had only just laid down and it hadn't been raining outside so that was nothing to do with him and the room wasn't anywhere near hot enough for (Y/n) to be sweating or in a cold sweat in her sleep. His confusion brought him out of his thoughts and he groggily sat himself up, leaning over to his left so he could turn on the bedside lamp.

He ran his hand through his hair to brush the long curls from his eyes but Harry felt a shiver crawling ungodly slowly up his spine when his hand left his hair and came within his line of sight. Grabbing the cover, Harry aimlessly flung it towards the end of the bed around his feet so it wouldn't be an obstruction as realisation and terror dawned on him. (Y/n) wasn't sweating, the bed sheets were drenched in blood.

Harry's throat tightened and his lips curved like he was frowning or snarling when he realised that there was a repulsive smell in the air, it was iron and copper from the blood. His nose crinkled at the smell that was now overwhelming his senses and burning the back of his throat. How could he not have noticed the smell lingering in the air? Why didn't he smell it when he laid down?

It was everywhere. The blood was smeared on his hand, it had grazed onto his right arm from him leaning it on the bed, it was spread across the whole middle of the bed and what made Harry gag was seeing blood on the pillow beneath (Y/n)'s head. She was laid in a C shape, curling her legs up to her stomach with her arms coiled to her chest, not knowing she was sleeping in a pool of blood. All the blood was situated around (Y/n), specifically her lower half so it was very clear which one of them was in trouble and where the trouble was coming from.

When Harry reached out for her he choked when he could even see blood in her hair.

How long had she been bleeding out in her sleep? Why wasn't she awake and in pain or crying or feeling something? How had it gotten like this and she hadn't woken up and noticed- why didn't he notice when he came in?

"(Y/n)... (Y/n), love you need to wake up." Harry rubbed his thumb over her cheek as his other hand shook her shoulder with a growing force to try and wake her up.

Relief swarmed through Harry's tight chest when (Y/n)'s head jolted forward a bit and her eyes tiredly started to open and look around, adjusting to the orange light cascading the room. A small hum left her lips as she craned her head to look at Harry over her shoulder who looked like some kind of angel hovering over her. The worry on his face made her heart race and he could see the iron smell flooding her nose when it crinkled and her brows furrowed at the smell she couldn't work out.

"Love, you're not very well. Come on, we've got to get you up." He could see his words were making little sense to (Y/n) as her eyes narrowed and creased at the corners and her head shook ever so slightly. It was like she was trying to smile out of nervousness as if she thought he was playing a joke on her but something was telling her she couldn't smile because she knew deep down that something was wrong.

Harry didn't wait any longer for a response, he simply slipped his arms under her until he could ease her into a sitting position. The amount of blood she seemed to have lost and having just woken up made her groggy and her head swayed like it was too heavy for her to hold up on her own.

Harry knew that the moment (Y/n) caught sight of the amount of blood she had lost, she would fall into a state of shock and it would make her panic when he wanted and needed her to be calm. He tried to keep her eyes focused on him as he quickly scrambled across to her side of the bed before he got off the bed and attempted to try and get (Y/n) to stand up with him. He needed to get her to the hospital because he had no idea how long she had been bleeding for or if there was anything wrong other than the obvious miscarriage.

"Sweetheart, just look at me and trust me, okay?"

His efforts to keep her eyes on him were in vain for when he got (Y/n) to sit on the edge of the bed, something caught her eye. He stopped moving and anything else he was about to say died down in his throat when he realised her eyes had found a strand of hair hanging at the side of her face that was damp and matted together with blood.

It felt like everything was in slow motion for the couple as Harry watched (Y/n) reach a shaking hand up to her hair and rub her finger and thumb at the strands before moving her hand.

"Harry..." The terror in her voice was as clear as day because she didn't know or understand how she could have gotten blood in her hair when she hadn't hit her head or cut her hands or arms. There was nothing wrong or in pain to suggest why her hair had streaks of blood in it like highlights.

"(Y/n) I need you to stand up for me love."

Tears of fear welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes as she stared at her husband who looked so perplexed and conflicted. He wanted to make everything better, he wanted her to listen and trust him but his nervousness and his gentle side were making it very hard for him. The gentle edge to his voice and the look in his eyes showed he was scared for her and he wanted so badly to just take her in his arms and hold her.

Harry couldn't tell her she'd lost a worrisome amount of blood due to a very evident miscarriage because he couldn't break her like that. Harry couldn't say those words and see what it did to his wife but saying nothing was panicking her more than he wanted it to.

Maybe it would have been better if she stayed asleep, he could have carried her out to the car and driven her to the hospital without her seeing the amount of blood she'd lost or knowing what was going on. That would have been easier for her.

Harry hooked his arms around her middle, splaying his hands on her upper chest before he tried his best to be gentle when pulling (Y/n) up onto her feet. It almost worked.

He had (Y/n) up on her feet and he held most of her weight when she seemed to wobble and be unsteady. He walked back a few steps, pulling her along with him to get her out of the room and he almost got her to focus on him. But when her eyes looked down to Harry's shirt that she was wearing to bed and saw how it looked like it had been dyed red, her head turned to look at the bed.

"Baby no-"

Harry's hand let go of her back and pressed to her cheek to try and turn her head back to him but he couldn't do it in time. Her eyes were already looking at the pale grey sheets that were now burnt vermilion and cherry blossom red.

It was as if (Y/n) had woken up from a dream. Her trembling hand left Harry's arm and moved to feel her hair at the back of her head before shakily feeling down her neck, then scrunching up the shirt in her hand before she looked at her palm that was streaked with blood. Red was all (Y/n) could see. Her vision wasn't full of colour or reduced to black and white, it was sheathed in a layer of red like someone was holding a dark red sweetie wrapper in front of her eyes to make the world around her blushing red.

A horrid, broken yet so quiet sound scratched and cracked against the back of (Y/n)'s throat and clawed against her chapped lips as her eyes wide with pain and fear locked onto Harry like he was a lighthouse during a storm. Her hands dug down into his biceps, painting one of his bare arms red and digging crescent moons into both arms from the force she was holding him with to stop herself from collapsing.

Harry's mouth opened like he wanted to echo her scream back to her but no sound left his lips, he didn't know what to say. He had nothing to say that could make this situation any easier for either of them.

He watched in agony as some kind of pain either came flooding back to (Y/n) or she only now realised that there was pain somewhere in her body that she had been ignoring. Her jaw slacked and he could see her tongue tensing against the bottom of her mouth before a small, shattered cry of pain left her lips just as her head tipped down and her wide eyes snapped closed.

It was as if a fire had suddenly erupted in (Y/n)'s abdomen and the shock of the pain sent her knees buckling beneath her like broken matchsticks. Her knees caved in, thrusting all of her weight onto Harry who didn't know what else to do but to go down on his knees on the carpet with (Y/n) huddled brokenly against his chest.

(Y/n) could feel every drop of blood both fresh and dried that was painted onto her skin like drying paint and she hated it. How had she bled that much without knowing? She was fine when she went to bed, she hadn't been bleeding or in any sort of pain and she hadn't passed out from bloodloss, she had been perfectly fine.

"I need to take you to-" Harry couldn't get the words out quick enough before (Y/n) cried out, curling in on herself and forcing her knees up into her stomach like he was going to help or relieve the pain.

Harry had seen bad things in his life, he had seen a small number of people die and he'd witnessed things he would much rather forget. But everything he had ever witnessed had been mild compared to what he was witnessing now, this was a different level that Harry didn't want to be on.

He'd never seen something so small, so odd and so gut-wrenching like the blood-covered creation (Y/n) was holding in the palm of her hand like she was willing it to be alright or holding it out for Harry to try and make better. But Harry's hands could never make a child so small come to life, his hands were only good for writing down his lyrics or holding someone in a loving embrace. Harry's hands couldn't take the creation in the palm of (Y/n)'s hands and give it life or sustain it and make it better.

The broken sob that left (Y/n)'s lips sounded like a howl in Harry's ears and it left him paralysed. He had to get up, he had to take (Y/n) to the hospital before she passed out or got an infection or something much worse. He had to take her now because she was in a worse state than he would ever have imagined, but he couldn't move.

All he could do was wrap his arms tightly around her and hug her broken frame to his bare chest. His short nails dug into her upper arm and his other hand dug into the flesh of her thigh, cradling her against him like she was the broken child that needed caring for.

Harry himself felt like a child who had witnessed something he was far too young to see. The inner child in him was coming out and making tears wash down his face. He was never going to be at the right age or stage in his life to know how to deal with something like this, all he could do was wish that this was a nightmare that he could wake up from.

Neither of them could feel the blood that was covering them like they'd had a fight with paint. All they felt was numb.

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innerqueencat · 3 years

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I guess, this is really a place for me to dump all the trash I accumulated this week...

Hey..... to whoever that is reading this.

My name is Daniel, an anonymous name, just so my incredibly unique one of a kind name doesn't get seriously screwed. To find out someone I have to tolerate in the real world gets a hold of this, things would just be bad. I also like the idea of having my own space in the world where I could dump my crap and see if anyone likes what I have to say. Either way, I don't care if anyone doesn't like what I have to say, lol cause i’m saying it either fucking way. Because im not real right I'm just behind a screen.... sigh... Maybe some of you... anyone at all who reads this could give me some answers.. Look, before you start thinking im some sick freak that is some serial killer behind the screen then you're wrong. Im actually like anyone you cross by at a new job, at a school, anywhere really. I blend in and I hate that. I wish I stood out more, obviously in a good way. I guess you can say im going through a lot and I gotta fucking let it out somewhere, or I'll just rot to the sound of my own voice. Its torture to keep some of this shit inside and maybe saying things you never normally say annoymously kind gives me a lot of courage. I wish I could always be that way.. Sadly, you know what I mean. if you're anywhere like me, you have a ton of fuck faces to avoid throughout your life from seeing the real you. Not everyone is that accepting and frankly, you can say I have zero too little patience to dealing with people’s opinions on MY LIFE...... yeah, if you're human and you're on a fucking Tumblr at 8:17pm at night, you definitely know what I'm talking about.

Where it really stemmed from was my insanely hot crush for this guy... Yeah, I said guy. I’m straight looking, every time I'm out people always ask, “Why doesn't a good looking guy like you have a girlfriend, huh?” I shrug it off and I say the same shit, “I’m not ready to settle down just yet..” Whatever, just take me out of my misery.

... His like my best friend. Ok? His my best friend and I don't know how to tell him that I wanna try being more.. I don't know, just typing it here sounds kinda crazy. I usually just think about it at night, lol if you know what I mean. It’s the only thought that lets me nut (not to get to personal but hey you're reading my thoughts remember...I'm only human ;) ) So.. you see what my problem is, and he is so confusing honestly. One minute he is all about pride talking about “can’t believe someone cut me off, don't they know its pride month!!” As if it personally offended him... As if he had a reason to celebrate pride.... interesting right?

One time, we were in his room and we were playing video games for hours, we had just clipped our fourth joint of the day. I begin to start day dreaming about us mid way of hanging out... I usually never let myself escape to those ideas especially not around him, I mean, I'm his best friend... but then again.. not every best friend thinks of the other one naked right? right...

Sigh... We’re also going on vacation next month together as.. “Bros”

Somebody shoot me. This should be interesting. I wonder what would happen if he only gave in. Sometimes when im in my little day dreams, I wonder how it would feel if he was into me the same way. I imagine we would be on vacation, half way drinking and smoking by the pool, his skin grazing pass mine,

my heart beats faster, suddenly I feel blood rushing everywhere In my body, especially by my pockets.... He pauses, with his thick black hair soaking wet, teardrops falling off the side of his cheekbones... I melt

He says something like this, “You’re so cute... I wish I could kiss you.” Finally. OF course I wish you could kiss me. Thats all I think about every morning I wake up, and every time I lay my head at night. I imagine the goosebumps, I imagine the butterflies, I Imagine your hands caressing me inside and out and you're eyes. I want to look into your eyes the entire time.

Buuuuuuuuut, instead it goes like this...

“See you later bro.” FML. - Dan

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magicalsalamander · 5 years

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At Your Service for Yoongi and OC/// Can you guys imagine the little Doberman pups running around?!?!?!?! 🥺😩😩😩🥺🥺

Yoongi stood behind Y/n taking the glass from her and placing it on the shelf. Y/n grumbled, "Yoongi, I could've reached."

He smirked, "I know, but I just had the urge to reach."

She turned around and jabbed him in the ribs. He oofed and laughed as she continued to poke him until he surrendered in a bubbling laugh. Trapping her arms to her he hugged her in a tight embrace. He pecked her forehead until she calmed down as she pretended to struggle in his embrace.

The question came from the curious.

A knocking sound sounded and ticked fast like the second hand on the clock. Y/n realized that it was his tail as she peeked over her shoulder. Unable to contain her laughter, “Do you like the idea Yoongi?”

A harsh blush filled his cheeks, “I do”

Y/n smiled, “Hav-have you thought about it before?”

With his tail wagging still, he caressed her cheek. “With you, I want as many children as we can have.”

Y/n chuckled, “Me too.”

He leaned in kissing the cheek he was caressing, suddenly, it all felt perfect. He didn’t need the planning, there was no need to be over the top about anything. It was always simple between the both of them. There was nothing traditional about them.

He suddenly let go with a squeeze to her hand “Wait here.”

Y/n nodded, a twist to her face, but she waited none the less. In the front room, he ran over and searched through the boxes. He pulled the item out, his hands slightly sweaty, but he clutched onto the small, black box in his hand. He walked back to the kitchen staring down at his hands. The crickets outside were the only thing he could hear, the nearly empty house was silent.

He came to stand before Y/n. There was a beat of silence.

“Yoongi? Is everything alright?”

He gulped, although he knew how he felt. How they felt. “Y/n,” licking his lips, his hands brushed over the crushed velvet of the box one last time. He stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans. “Y/n, we’re a family, it’s small with just you and me, but it’s family. But I want to add to that family. It’s something I’ve always wanted.” Licking his lips, “I’ve never told you the full story, but before Grandpa adopted me, I worked as a police hybrid.”

She was nervous standing there watching Yoongi fidget. This has always been a touchy topic for him. She’s never expected him to discuss his past, it was always up to him to open up. With full attention, she listened.

“I worked since I was a pup. I was ripped from my mom the day I was born, who I never met but was promised to if I was good. It never happened no matter how good I was. I was trained from the day I was born to be a police dog.” He spat the word dog. There was so much hatred in the word itself. “By the time I was three I was finding murder weapons. When I was ten I was sniffing for drugs and busting trap houses. At fifteen I was fighting murders, drug dealers, and the scum of the earth. I was so good, I was the best boy that I became part of S.W.A.T..”

Y/n reached out catching a stray teardrop that fell. It broke Yoongi from his stupor as he reached up feeling his tears for himself. He sniffed and clutched her hand holding it tight.

“It’s okay Yoongi, you don’t have to talk about it if it hurts too much.”

He shook his head, “No, I want to.”

Y/n nodded letting him continue.

“One night on a run, I was sent first before the officers. I wasn’t afraid, I’ve done it a million times. I was so good at it, I was so quiet and fast. It should’ve been an easy run. I had my gear on. I was wearing my bulletproof vest and that’s all I needed. The guy we were taking down was a serial killer who hurt children. Well, I snuck into this abandoned house that was his hideout. It was so quiet and dark. I could sense it before I went in, something was wrong, but I ignore it. I did it a million times, so it was nothing new. He came out of nowhere and attacked me swinging an ax. This guy was strong, but I was strong too. I fought him for a good while. I put up a good fight. He cut my vest a few times and it wasn’t covering me completely anymore. At some point, he lost his ax somewhere in a wall, but I didn’t see what else he had.”

He stepped back and pulled off his shirt making Y/n gulp regardless of how many times she’s seen him naked. He let his shirt drop. He grabbed her hand and put it to his chest and ran it over his pecs. There was a dent with the width the size of a bullet in his chest right above his heart. Y/n looked up to him already formulating the rest of the story. “He shot you.”

He nodded. Y/n felt over it again. How had she not noticed it before, the skin was shiny too evident of scar tissue. “How did I not notice.”

He smiled shivering a bit at her gentle touch, “Hybrids heal fast.” He could see the rapid questions forming in her mind. “The guy found a weak spot in the vest and aimed for it. He had been strategically hitting me and I didn’t even notice. I was young and naive. Obviously, I lived, but I wasn’t good enough anymore. The institution and people I had known my whole life left me. They sent me to a shelter under the pretense of being retired. My papers said I was just too lazy and a bad dog. I felt broken and lost. I had nothing after. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I was in the shelter for a few years before your Grandpa came.”

Yoongi smiled, “Your Grandpa was so confident and nice, but I didn't know how to react. He was nothing but nice to me. Then...you, you came along.”

He stepped back, “You, you were and still are so beautiful. I couldn’t breathe when I first met you. I was afraid though, I didn’t know how to get close to you without feeling like I was going to break again. I tried to push you away, but you always kept coming back. I couldn’t help but bend over backward for you. I found a family in you. I’ve found a way to heal and you’ve shown me love. Nothing but love. And, I love you, I love you with my whole being. I want to keep loving you for the rest of my life.”

Y/n eyes bulged as Yoongi pulled the box out of his pocket and took a knee. Y/n gasped as Yoongi opened the little box. A simple ring sat on a plush pillow, “Y/n, will you marry me?”

Tears were flowing down Y/n’s face. It was quiet for a moment as tears kept flowing down her face. She brought her hands up to her face covering her teary eyes. Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock as he stood up and embraced her. “Why are you crying?”

Y/n wrapped her arms tight around his bare waist, unable to find her voice for a moment. “Yes.”

He squeezed her tight and lifted her up twirling her around laughing in glee. He pulled her face from his chest, happy tears streaking down her face. He laughed and kissed away the tears before finding her lips in a longing kiss. Against her lips, he whispered, “I love you.”

She connected her lips to his in a lasting kiss, “I love you too.”

He pulled away and slipped on the ring to her finger. They both stilled staring at her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the ring. “Forever and always.”

#At your service #ask my muse #bts #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts scenarios #bts hybrid au

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y’all ever have to attend to that part of you that likes to overthink about the minor characters in a series?

below are thoughts about the clown looking fella that appears in one panel of the manga ( chapter 25 ) and 5 seconds in the anime ( episode 16 )

I’d like to preface this and say thank you for even deciding to click that ‘Keep reading’ thing because I think this is so dumb of me and I’m not sure where I’ll be heading with this except ramble about the possibilities of this character but, let’s get going :’)

U.A High is structured by departments: Department of Heroes, Department of General Education, Department of Support, and Department of Management. I’m bringing this up because now, I’m going to theorize where I think this guy is from, let’s name them Clown for the sake of simplicity. We all know who are the few gifted students that made it in the Hero Department, so that one is out of the question. We are then left with General, Support, and Management. Clown can be in any of these if I’m honest, but here’s me trying to shove em in the General Department, that they were probably another case of a hero hopeful who wasn’t given a shot in the Hero Department 🥂

So, in chapter 26, pg 16 & 17, All-Might briefly mentions that the students from the Management Department really don’t feel strongly about the Sports Festival but to hone their ‘salesmen skills’

You bet I’m going to write about these three stooges too, but that’s for a different time So, the Management Department is out of the question! After all, Clown stood in the front lines when it came to the first course of the festival (beside Ibarra, the tiny manga panel I provided at the top, they stand before the fallen robot). That hints at wanting to be successful in this Festival, something only students from the General Department have ambition for so that they can transfer to the Hero Course. Clown was able to surpass 57849643 other students during the doorway part if they were able to get front row seats of the robots. Maybe that could be a hint of their quirk as well- but I really wouldn’t have no idea except:

Now, let me try to flick the Support Department out. This may not mean much for any of y’all or it may come off as minor but, I don’t see any gadgets on this dude. When Present Mic announces the entrances of each department, the Support students seem equipped with their stuff. We can see this in the shot of them walking in, Mei being a representative of that with the preview of other legs adorned with devices:

This is a terrible shot, I know, but y’all see the leg at the right, right? And the little mechanic thing at the top of this screenshot. They all walked in with devices I promise ... Anyways, Clown is absent of gadgets. So, Support Department is out of the picture!

General Department is left. Nice :^) Now I can throw up my thoughts about their potential in there, or how they can be like since I already briefed y’all why the other departments are out of the program. Y’all probably think, “hey man, what if this fella just willingly enrolled in the General Studies?” Yeah, you can have that thought, I won’t kill you. But back to an earlier point, why would they stand in front lines? It means they were giving a shot at the Festival right? If a student from the General Department succeeded the festival, then they have a chance to be transferred to the Hero Department.

Now we all know that clowns are entertainers (or the most terrifying killers in horror movies)- Imagine, just imagine, if Clown, a student of the General Department, dedicates to try and make other students from their department happy since students from the General Department are all students who couldn’t quite make it in the Hero Department.

The possibility of Clown’s quirk manifesting itself as the makeup on their features is there. Unless, they really just like decorating their face like a clown, but let's go with the quirk one. Hey, let’s talk about the teardrop in their cheek now. I literally looked up on Google, “teardrop marking in clowns” and I get an assortment of suggestions, the one I took note of is, What does the tattooed teardrop mean? Well --in prison sense, and in some places-- that means that an inmate has committed or attempted murder. And the placement of this tattoo is specifically only on the left side of the face. Clown has a teardrop marking on the left side of the face :^) Okay, no, I am not going to say that this student was a murderer, no not at all sKSKSKS- I’m just bringing this to relevance to say, what if, something in them, was murdered, like, their happiness ya know? It’s interesting that their quirk manifested that way, in such markings-

Listen, all I’m saying is that, why would Horikoshi make a character design that stands out from the rest of the basic looking appearances of the rest, unless Clown will be significant later on, you feel?

#tw: clowns #bnha #fun fact: this is 878 words long :^)#im a serious writer #the dash is dead for a moment so i'll take advantage and hope no one sees this #. I AM MADE TO UNDERSTAND NOT TO BE UNDERSTOOD ( CHARACTER STUDY. )

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