#and i was like haha what is the first song i bought and when and coincidentally it was 18 years ago TODAY

[apathyfairy]

sorry i can't today, i just realized 2006 was 18 years ago and now i have to lie down for the rest of the day. yeah it's going to be all day

[irishmammonagenda]

Hello! I hope your requests are open 🧚‍♀️

Can i ask, what brothers' reaction would be on MC who sings something like MSI (you know smth like "son of a bitch! God's like me!") or just alternative rock/punk in general?

Answer only if you're okay with that❤️

Have a great day🏃‍♂️

hihi‼️(i love the amount of emojis u use i can feel ur personality through the screen teehee)

i absoluetley can‼️‼️ also tysm for the new music to listen to (im kind of new to alt rock and punk i only really used to listen to MCR lmao😭)

anyway this was fun to write

grma for the ask <3

Obey Me Brothers React to MC Being a Wee Emo.

DISCLAIMER: emo is used as a word because where im from emo is used to describe nearly any type of alternative fashion bc we're all dumb over here app, also im 2% sure pop punk/poprock is emo music bc i think thats what mcr is, so we're going w/ it ig, the only thing ik abt music is that bars 13-20 in the dambusters themetune has fanfare so if i get any terms wrong lmk 😔✊

WARNINGS: There's a slight slight hint of drinks being spiked in Beel's one. nothing ever happens its just him keeping an eye on your drink at a concert just in case.

LUCIFER

He hears music blasting in the music room in the House of Lamentation.

At first he just sighs, it sounds like the type of music Belphie would listen to when trying to plan out another Anti-Lucifer League. The teenage angst probably helped fuel the seventh born’s desire and motivation to prank him.

He sneaks into the Music room. Technically he just walked in quietly, but you still jumped when you saw him.

"L-Lucifer!! Hiya!!" You say awkwardly, not looking the first born in they eyes. "What's up?" He blinks slowly at you, fighting the urge to place a gloved hand on the bridge of his nose and pinch it in disappointment (and/or second hand embarrassment) "I'm not going to say anything. Just keep it down, MC." He sighs, normally he'd have lectured you. But it reminded him too much of a wolf-cut, guyliner filled past that for the sake of his pride, he did not want to remember.

He wasn't a stranger to musical genres, the man collects records for fuck's sake.

The drums and guitars he can normally get behind. Especially with catchy rhythms.

The lyrics?....they're normally a hit or miss. It really depends on the song.

'God likes me' (MSI) 'Hail Mary, Forgive Me' (PTV) Religious references just kind of ruin some songs for him.

Lucifer spends his time collecting cursed records, but your music taste is a special kind of cursed MC.

Although, he is strangely supportive in his own way.

"MC, Lord Diavolo has gifted me some tickets to concert [small devildom band] is putting on, I thought you would enjoy it."

(Lucifer bought the tickets himself.)

MAMMON

Haha, Emo!

"Yer a wee emo so ye are, MC"

It's not exactly his style of music (the man listens to Kneecap ffs)

BUT!!! He wants to share things with you dammit! Let him listen to your stupid emo music with you!!! He's your first man!!!

He does, however learn how to play guitar so he can play some simple chords while you sing horrible improvised lyrics with horrible improvised chords.

You don't have the heart to tell him that acoustic guitars aren't normally used in Punk/Rock music.

The sound of horribly improvised chord progressions ring out in your bedroom as you and your first man stand back to back, horrible matching messy eyeliner on both of yours and Mammon's eyes as you hold a hairbrush to your mouth and improvise lyrics. That is, if you can even get them out of your mouth before laughing. "Blood in my body! Because I'm aliveeee!!!" You sing off key while Mammon strums the guitar. "Love in my Bugatti! Because The Great Mammon can drive!" You laugh. Mammon whistles while missing out on the fingering of a chord and then pretending it didn't happen.

LEVIATHAN

The first thought in this man's mind is karaoke.

He sends you a playlist of Rocky kinda anime openings that you should totally listen to.

He's the least shocked and weirded out, (not that the others are weirded out)

He really likes your singing voice. It doesn't matter if you're a horrible singer, its you so it makes him happy.

You guys could do a duet? If it wasn't too much for you to sing with a stinky smelly otaku like him :(

"Levi-" You sigh, looking at the Levi shaped lump of seaweed in his aquiriam, the demon's tail twitches through the pile of aquatic plant, showing that he's listening. "Levi... Of course I'd love to do Karaoke with you...You didn't give me a chance to answer before jumping into the tank! C'mon!" It takes Levi a few more minutes before he feels ready to leave his seaweed pile, his face is completely red, but there's a small smile on his face as you set up the karaoke machine.

SATAN

Satan enjoys your music taste.

He likes most if not all human world music because music is so important to culture and he loves learning about human world culture.

What he doesn't like however, is people dropping his name in lyrics for edginess smh.

No MC, no one in Je T'aime is his bitch. Please stop asking.

He also takes you to gigs! Because why not!

The blond haired demon sat in the bar, earning a few looks from the people surrounding them. He stuck out like a sore thumb in his jumper and jeans and the book in his hands in comparision to black denim and leather, chains and sub-cultural clothes that everyone else was wearing. Satan payed it no mind as you came back with the drinks, all decked out in clothing matching the rest of the people in the venue in style. "Hope you weren't waiting long....the lines were long!" Satan takes a drink from your hand and sips it, giving a soft smile, "Not at all."

ASMODEUS

The music is a hit and miss tbh, he prefers the more pop punk kind of thing, leaning more into pop than anything else.

He likes paramore though!

Loves the clothes associated with the genres and subcultures of the music! Adopts some of it into his own style!

(He alters it heavily, but some designs are inspired by the subcultures)

He could be your adorable gorgeous boyfriend and you could be the wee emo gremlin partner!

The opposites attract will look so cute on his Devilgram.

But he geniunely supports you and your interests, he designs and makes clothes for you in the style associated with your music taste.

He even makes you merch of your favourite bands and albums inspired into clothes.

He also does your makeup before you go out to concerts or gigs

Your his emo after all.

You squirm as Asmo runs his fingers along your flushed skin, he laughs as you jerk away. "It's just a brush, it wont hurt you darling!" He laughs, putting more black eyeshadow onto the makeup brush and applying it---or atleast trying to---to your eyelids, biting back teasing comments as you jerk away. You were ticklish god dammit! It wasn't like you were meaning to! It was a natural reflex!

BEELZEBUB

He likes it.

but not because he enjoys the music persay. Don't get him wrong he can listen to it and enjoy it but he wouldn't normally seek it out.

He likes it because you and Belphie like it, and the style reminds him of the both of you.

In terms of rock music he likes the more slow ballady types. Belphie normally listens to them when he has trouble falling asleep.

Very supportive.

If you're ever in the Mosh Pit in a concert, Beel will go with you, you're just so tiny and people can push you about! (You're tiny to him. So yes MC, his point still stands.)

Taking that back, if you're at a concert, Beel's probably with you. Unless you're with another brother, Even then, Beel's probably going to come.

Bro is like your own bodyguard.

Reports to Lucifer when at concerts and makes sure you're not taking any illegal substances, you don't know what's in them MC!

He makes sure nothing is put in your drink either.

He just wants to keep you safe :(

Beel had been staring at the cup in your hands back and forth for a while now, you smile and offer it up to him. "Want a sip, Beelie? You've been staring at my drink a lot" You practically shout over the music. You weren't in the mosh pit, and though you stood a good distance away, the music was still loud. Beel shakes his head, pointing to his pint and smiling his closed eye smile, "No thanks, MC. I'm just making sure you're staying hydrated and don't need refills." He says truthfully, though that truth isn't whole. You grin, "Aww...that's so sweet!" Turning your attention away from him and back to the stage, Beel wraps an arm around your waist. Eyes alert and wary when someone so much as walked past, or a crowd member got a little too close while dancing. He was overprotective and cautious. But you deserved to be safe.

BELPHEGOR

Give him back his albums what the actual fuck.

Look just because he takes your life it doesn't mean you get to take his music taste.

Wowwww. Petty.

Fine, you can borrow his limited edition special cut vinyls.

What? Lucifer's not the only one with a record collection.

He did not get this idea from Lucifer, No you Liar.

He did.

Belphie listens to rock ballads to get to sleep when he has trouble sleeping and when he wants to.

Sometimes when you nap together he puts some on.

It's kind of like a white noise machine.

Will go to concerts with you and Beel, but has to have slept for atleast 2 whole days leading up to it so people don't think he's passed out in the crowd.

Mention any similarites about his little music vinyl collections to Lucifer's cursed record selections he will not let you borrow any for atleast 3 days.

Long before Eve bit the apple and the brother's wings turnt black, a small boy with indigo hair wakes up from a nap, pouty lips wobbling when he realises his twin is nowhere to be found. Belphie sniffles, but doesn't break into tears. He's a big boy now! Big boys don't cry when they miss their twins! Beel was probably out on a walk with Michael and Lilith in her stroller! He'd come back! But still, Belphie's bottom lip trembled, eyes watering, the little boy didn't like being seperated from his twin! He was about to cry when he heard loud music coming from a room down the hall. More curious than anything, Belphie gets off of his bed, and (taking his teddy bear with him) walks down the hall following the sound. Though his walk was more of a waddle with his tiny legs. He'd never heard anything like it before! When Beel got back he could tell him about his discovery! Soon enough he reaches a slightly cracked open door and the music is super loud here. This must be it! Waddling into the room, Belphie could see a figure laying spread eagle on one of the beds. Half of the room decorated in colour with one bed and the half of the room with the person laying on the bed was almost completely in black with a bunch of posters on the walls. Most importantly, on the floor lay a box with a spinny thing spinning that seemed to be playing the sounds! Belphie held his teddy in one hand and lifted up the thing that was running across the big black circle. Immediately the sound stopped and the figure sat up, with layered dark shoulder length hair, layered dark black white and red clothes, and enough eyeliner to paint the colourful bright half of the room pitch black. A teen Lucifer looks down at Belphie with a sour expression, upset his mope session had been interrupted. "What are you doing here?" He asks the small indigo-haired angel. Belphie looks up at him with wide, sparkling eyes before pointing to the record player. "Why's it makin' sound? There's no choir in there...." Lucifer's eyes soften. His mope session about meeting the demon prince, not hating him, and finding him pretty like the human he met down in the human world could wait. "It's a record player, Belphs." The teenager's too emo, the end is nigh, everything sucks, too cool for love and affection persona drops and reveals his softie interior. Lucifer picks up his younger brother and places him on his bed as he takes out the record that was playing in the record player and putting on one that would be much less intimidating for someone as young as Belphie. He sits back onto the bed and the small boy cuddles up to his big brother, ever the affectionate child. As the record plays on Belphie grins up at Lucifer, revealling one missing front tooth. He had lost them early, shortly after Beel's tooth had fallen out. Lucifer grinned too, suppressing a chuckle at how Beel hadn't even realised his tooth was wobbly until he bit into his breakfast and found his tooth lodged into the food. "Luci! I likes this music!" "Do you?" "Mhm!" Lucifer grins, petting his youngest brother's head. "I'll tell you what. For your birthday I'll get you your very own record player and lend you some vinyls, we can even go to the human world and pick some new ones out. I'll show you how to play them when you have them, okay?" "Okay! Thank you Luci!" After a while, the songs change from high energy into ballads, Belphie's eyes grow heavier, as do his big brother's. Belphie curled up into the elder's side, abandoning his teddy bear for grabbing at the fabric of Lucifer's shirt with tiny grubby hands as he nodded off. Lucifer made sure to try not to move, in result of the slow rock ballad music and staying completely still so not to jostle and wake up his youngest brother who would 100% get cranky if woken. Slowly, Lucifer's eyes start to close, and he falls into a soft slumber as well.

And hey, if Michael returned from his walk, and after leaving Beel and Lilith into a play room went to check in on Lucifer and saw that sight; and then proceeded to grin and take multiple photos of said sight from multiple angles to use as blackmail on his little emo twin brother Lucikins on a later occassion, then that was Michael’s business and Michael’s business alone. And Lucifer's business when Michael didn't want to do the dishes when it was his night to do them, of course.

But if you ask, Belphie'll tell you that visiting the human world is what got him interested in that type of music.

Because he's a stinky smelly little liar and should be locked up in an attic.

On a side note he bullies you for being 'emo' :(

Bro is such a hypocrite.

But to be geniune, Belphie loves that he can share his music with you. He's happy you can bond over this with him.

Not that he'd ever outright tell you.

But you can tell in the way he gives you albums and vinyls as gifts, and makes you little playlists of ballads to sleep to. (He's gotten you into the habit smh.)

[seangelfish]

What they do for White Day (pt.3)

❥ Featured characters: Hiiro Amagi, Leo Tsukinaga, Kanata Shinkai, Ibara Saegusa, Yuzuru Fushimi

❥ Tags: Fluff, established relationships/mutual crushes, stories are based on the !! era, no mention of pronouns

❥ A/N: The final part of my What they do for White Day Enstars special! I hope everyone has a wonderful White Day even if you don't celebrate it! Decided on these characters for last because 1. everyone likes Hiiro and Leo and 2. I haven't written for Kanata, Ibara and Yuzuru in such a long time!

Please check out part 1 and part 2 if you haven't already~

🤍 HIIRO AMAGI

This was Hiiro's first time celebrating Valentine's Day, so when you gifted him your chocolates after school, he was appreciative that you thought of him. He didn't understand the implications of the gift until you confessed your feelings which made him feel awkward as his cheeks blushed.

Deep down, he knew he liked you romantically too. That's why he stuck to you like glue, greeting you a lively good morning and helping you in any way he can.

But he didn't know that he had to reciprocate your gifts until Aira told him about White Day. He thought your confession had already established a relationship together, but if that's what the customs here are and if it would make you happy, then he'll do his best to make White Day a special day for you!

Thankfully, Aira was there to guide him so he wouldn't mess up. During lunch, he asked you to go meet him by the fountain where he gifted you a silver bracelet and a box of white chocolates. Surprisingly, he didn't need Aira's help in choosing the jewellery because he knew what looked best on you.

"Let me help you put it on!" he said happily. "There. Haha, it looks pretty, don't you think? Happy White Day, (Y/N). I hope we can celebrate even more holidays together!"

🤍 LEO TSUKINAGA

Leo jumped up and down excitedly when he received those Valentine's chocolates from you. He bragged about it the whole day, annoying the NEW DI idols in the process.

"Uwaaa! Thank you, (Y/N)!" he beamed, hugging you tightly. "Hahaha, I like you too, you know? What else should we do today? Should we go to..."

So a relationship was established with Leo almost immediately. The two of you were already close to begin with, so it wasn't too much of a surprise to others. Shockingly, he was a pretty attentive boyfriend. He always found time to check up on you during work and would provide you with drinks and snacks. Sometimes he'd leave notes, some of which were lyrics about you, and others were just stick drawings of the two of you.

These little things would always make you smile. Therefore, for White Day, Leo bought you a box of White Day-themed cookies that the two of you shared together. And of course, he had composed you a song so beautiful that it made you shed a few tears.

"Hahaha, Happy White Day, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed as he wiped your tears away. "I love you so so much! Anyway, is there anything else you'd like to do? We can do everything you want!"

🤍 KANATA SHINKAI

Kanata was new to the whole romance scene, so when you gifted him chocolates for Valentine's Day, he wondered what the occasion was.

"Oh, I see! So that's what you do on 'Valentine's Day'~" he said excitedly. "Thank you for the 'chocolates', (Y/N). Let's share them, okay~?"

However, that didn't mean he was oblivious to everything. He knew about White Day since Kaoru used to participate in it a lot back in school, so he had some idea of what to do. Additionally, he asked around because he wanted to give you, his lover, the best he could.

So on White Day, the two of you spent time together by the sea, lighting sparklers and giggling to each other's stories. He had gifted you a pearl necklace and a koi plushie from AOUMI Aquarium.

"Koi fishes symbolise love~" he explained, smiling from ear to ear. "I love you, (Y/N). Happy White Day!"

🤍 IBARA SAEGUSA

As he expected, the chocolates you made him for Valentine's Day were alluring and sweet, but what he liked most of all was the love letter you wrote for him. He would keep it in his pocket, rereading the contents when he took his short breaks at work. A smile would always appear when he did so which made coworkers wonder what he was reading.

He had planned everything out before White Day like it was a project that needed to be executed perfectly. He wrote down timeframes, date ideas, and gifts that you might like. Everything had its own section in his 'White Day' binder.

If he could give you everything in the world, he would.

On White Day, he took the day off so that the two of you were able to do everything on his schedule. First was to do an activity that you liked whether it was arts and crafts or something sports related. Second, he brought you on a lunch cruise where the two of you had lunch together on the river. However, when the third activity came, he realised you were getting tired, so he brought you home to relax and watch a movie together.

That was when he gifted you a silver necklace, and of course, he wasn't going to forget the big bouquet of white flowers he had ordered.

You appreciated everything he had done for you today even those he was kind of excessive.

"Happy White Day, my dearest (Y/N). I love you from the bottom of my heart. I hope today was satisfactory. Apologies if it was too much, but I hope we can do this again soon."

🤍 YUZURU FUSHIMI

Everyone knew you were childhood friends with Yuzuru, but they didn't expect you to hand him chocolates on Valentine's Day. Because you were so bold about it, you handed them to him in class resulting in cheers from friends and classmates. This embarrassed him greatly, but his heart had skipped a beat.

"Woo-woo!" Subaru whistled. "Congrats, Fusshi!"

He accepted your chocolates, thanking you for them, but he also scolded you for being so brash.

"I appreciate it, (Y/N), but don't do that again."

However, in private, he did accept your feelings. Unexpectedly, he had feelings for you too, but with how good he was at hiding them, you were left speechless – both figuratively and literally because he had left to go find Tori.

But he wasn't going to leave it at that. He wanted to do something for you too. After all, his purpose was to serve. On White Day, he gifted you a bento box he had cooked and white roses he grew and picked. It was sweet until he presented you with the last item – a drawing he did of you.

Nevertheless, it was cute.

"Happy White Day, (Y/N)," he smiled. "I've always loved you and will always keep loving you. I'm free after school, so let's go to that place you keep pestering me about."

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[fuckthemforthis]

Maribor recap or long rambling, some pics and trying to make sense in my head:

1. Thank you @chibi-chellist again for reaching out, it meant a lot not to be alone! Rambling about the boys is so much better in person and when it's not one-sided. I enjoyed meeting you and sharing experiences! 💕

2. Kaj pa Ester? is one of the cringiest things I've recently seen, especially dialog wise haha BUT it is also funny and kinda cute. Very teenage-y I guess, with too much lots of kissing and parties for which scenes they used some terrible modern cajke music (like use the good old soul ripping ones that don't mention Elon Musk... teenagers today smh). Anyway, I wouldn't mind it being longer and better developed in the emotional areas which you see they scratched but need deepening to give an actual sense of plot and sense to the movie. Could be due to the fact it was supposed to be a show first tho. However, I couldn't see Bojan's personality, mannerisms or gestures so in that sense I feel he did a great job acting 👏

And THE SCENE. Oh boy. Less sad and more frustrated bojerking. Putting shame aside to admit I would love to have it available on demand, especially for some ragged breathing appreciation...

3. Bought and tried Jan's fav cookies, yaay! They're really soft and don't crumble so I approve and will enjoy. I'm sure sentimental reasons are definitely a big part of why he named them as favorite and when I think about it they really suit him but there are better Slovenian cookies like almost any from Težak bakery in Zreče.

4. Half the venue were teenagers or parents with anything between 4 to 12 year olds. I was surrounded. And since I sat a few rows above the backstage entrance, kids all tried reaching for them as they were going off stage and among all the girls there was an 8 (?) year old boy who reached out and Bojan gave him a high-five... and lemme tell you I very much dislike kids but the way that boy turned and excitedly smiled melted my icy heart.

5. Third concert of theirs, third time on Jan's side. And I think Kris somehow knows & takes revenge by not singing NGVOT whenever I'm in the audience 😔

Well Krisko, princess dear, no photos of you 😝

6. Found it adorable how as ASTP was starting, Nace went to drink some water, took his bottle and clinked it against Jure's 🥂

7. Love that Maks was there again, I like the guy. At some point during the concert he was leaning on the fence above me taking pics and I missed half a song watching him work 🙈

8. As I was behind the loudspeakers, I heard Bojan's singing fine, but talking barely because it was often too distorted. What I did hear was him saying we came there for a workout to burn all the cookie calories from the last few days... and boy are you on the wrong track because I came back home with four different packs of cookies 🍪

9. Band dad Niko's daughter was with him watching the concert from next to the stage and he danced with her and it was adorable. The existence of good dads baffles my poor unloved ass...

10. We all know how in the setlist there's a connection between Padam and Demoni because Bojan even sometimes said "and when we fall they come", but I realised the chain starts with Dopamin. First you get a dopamine rush and feel like flying but soon you experience a crash because your body used up all the good stuff and then comes the falling and the demons (and then you go back to someone so the demons would go away but that someone just plays you again - if I wanna extend it to Katrina). Yes it's kind of a concert - post concert sadness - concert rinse&repeat metaphor

11. Janči had problems with his pedalboard for the first two or three songs, he and Kiki spent minutes fiddling with it trying to get it to work. Poor guy can't catch a break.

12. So yeah, the last point is based on Jan being sick, but it's actually about the main reason I like them so much - the connection, love and care they share.

I realised Jan wasn't okay during the concert so Bojan just confirmed it for me. He obviously still slayed, and he went to play at the front a lot, but there were telling moments.

A) When Bojan came to Jan at one point and rubbed his back in a very non performative way, squeezing at his shoulder and whispering something.

B) When Jan plopped down during Padam I thought "not when he usually goes down, is he okay?" and then Bojan leaned down to stroke his hair.

C) The most telling of all, when he sat down during Umazane misli. I kept looking at him, ignoring the left-front-right karaoke. He looked so tired and off, put his head in his hands and then Kiki gave him a bottle of water. When Nace turned around and noticed him like that, he smiled encouragingly and told him it's okay three times (yep they were close enough to read lips) and that's when I was 100% sure something was wrong and he was either feeling off emotionally or sick. He then got up, went to the front, played his ass off and only when he was walking back was it visable again for a moment how empty his expression was.

D) Jure coming to comfort him and cheer him up as soon as he could lift his ass away from those drums, leading him to the front where in the end Jan turned out to be the one stroking Nace's back in a "yeah it's okay" kinda way

E) As they were leaving for the final time, someone gave Jan a wrapped present he looked actually happy about and he threw back a pick but it fell where the person couldn't reach so Nace took over making sure the person gets it.

That's it. They are all utterly beautiful. And anyone who knows me, knows I use that word to describe people first and foremost on the inside. Beautiful.

[unrequitedloveletter]

I want a love like the movies- give me a trope/character dynamic from this list, a song (or a specific lyric from a song that you want me to base it off of, or even a poem, anything that is seen as art is acceptable here) and a time of day. I’ll use that to write a fic with a minimum of 1k words. 

kaz brekker with 29 (from the list) anddddd almost by hozier?? idk first song to pop into my head haha

Love- K.B x gn! reader

okay, this is the last of your requests and it's coming out on my official two year fic-iversary! I posted my first ever fic on maliciousbrekker two years ago to the day, and it's been a wonderfully wild ride in things ever since! No regrets with anything I've done here, honestly!

As for requests generally speaking, the goal is to have at least one more coming out over the weekend! My two year anniversary requests are taking precedent right now because I've been demotivated and haven't posted many of them, but after the two year anniversary requests are done, I'll go through my inbox and decide what I want to write vs what I don't and then I'll proceed and hopefully my requests will be open again by the date in my bio!

The prompt you chose was: reader/writer

Fic type- this is fluff!

Warnings-Kaz is probably a little ooc

"You and your books," Kaz observed as he came into your place. You lived in a flat not too far from the Barrel, one that was simultaneously within walking distance of the Crow Club and the Slat as well as Wylan and Jespers place.

You'd bought it to own it with a portion of your money from the ice court, spruced it up to your liking and saved a room to turn into a library. Bookshelves lined the walls, covered in every book you owned and organized to your preference.

You'd bought a desk for Kaz to use, and within it were countless heist plans, countless letters to Nina, Matthias, and Inej, and even a couple of the journals that Kaz had bought two years before but had only begun using in the weeks after the Ice Court job had been completed.

"I have my books and you have your heists, love," you said, shrugging as Kaz sat at the opposite end of the velvety couch you'd kept in the sitting room. "Everyone has their vices."

"How is it?" Kaz asked. You jabbed at each other for your hobbies occasionally, poked fun and delighted in the sounds of scoffs that eventually turned into barely amused laughter, but in the end, you cared about the other persons hobbies, too.

No matter how much you may have poked fun at Kaz and his love for unlined leatherback journals, for the expensive ink he purchased from a Fabrikator near the heart of the city, you always bought him the ink when you noticed he was running low before he did.

You bought him new leather journals when you saw one that he might've liked in a windowsil and bought him ones engraved as a gift on his birthday or during the holidays.

And, in turn, Kaz did the same. He bought you books from the authors you loved whenever he'd heard that a new one was releasing, took your most beloved books to a book binder when the covers were wearing out and the spines needed re-gluing.

He asked how you liked the books you were reading when he noticed you were reading a different one, bought you the books that your eyes lingered on whenever you'd see something in a bookshop window.

"It's good," you said. "How're the heist plans coming?"

"Decently enough," he responded. "A hundred thousand kruge per person on a seven person crew, if you're in?"

You grinned as you closed your book, looking at the cover for a moment.

"How convenient it is that you ask me to join you on a heist when the book I'm reading involves one."

"Is that your way of saying yes?"

You shot him a look, and he nodded. "Yeah. It's your way of saying yes."

You watched him stand, heading for your office, a pen, and one of his journals.

"Love you!" You called after him. You heard Kaz's amused laughter in response and smiled to yourself.

He didn't need to say it back for you to know he loved you in turn. If anything, he'd likely be the one to turn down the lamps and blow out the low-burning candles when he was done planning the heist he'd asked you in on.

He'd be the one to find you with a book in your lap, having told yourself "just one more chapter" even as your eyes were drooping and sleep was on its way

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thanks for the game @jrooc and thanks for the tag @blue-disco-lights @deedala @energievie @lingy910y @creepkinginc @crestfallercanyon

Name: Mys

What is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month?

The Libertines - They’ve just released a new album

What song do you know all the lyrics to?

Erm… most? Well, at least most songs I regularly listen to. Back in the day when we’d still buy CDs I would get a new album and sit in my bedroom listening to it beginning to end, while reading along to the lyrics in the booklet. And oooooh, I would get so furious when bands had a booklet that did not include song lyrics. Wtf is wrong with you?? SO ANGRY! haha

What song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don't?

It’s the End of the World As We Know It by R.E.M. I get to ‘eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn’ and then I’m lost until we hit the chorus lol But it’s such a fun song to pretend to sing along to, and really just making vaguely appropriate noises at the right time, until the chorus kicks in again… and of course we’re all ready to shout LEONARD BERNSTEIN! Hahaha

If you were to be crowned Queen/King/Royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be?

That would have to be Dirty Pretty Things. I fell in love with The Libertines just as they were falling apart and a few weeks away from calling it quits for good, so when Carl Barât announced the first tour of his new band Dirty Pretty Things I wasn’t gonna miss out again. So I flew to Ireland and then to England and attended the first 5 gigs of their first tour. And that pretty much set the tone for the next couple of years of my life. I ended up flying to the UK so much and meeting so many people that in the end it only made sense to move to London. Dirty Pretty Things had a tour booked starting two days after my moving day and we were gonna go to a few of the gigs. Then the day before I got on a plane they announced it would be their farewell tour, so we bought tickets for every single gig, which meant that I moved to the UK and then spent all of October, November, and half of December on tour… I didn’t start job hunting and thinking about real life until January lol

So yeah. Them. They’re my boys. As coined by the NME in their ‘sad to see them go’ article… “They were well fit and nice!”

What band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists?

I’m ongoingly surprised by how much I managed to trick myself into liking Taylor Swift

Favourite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately?

Fame and Fortune by The Libertines

The deal was done, the trade was rough, Doubloons down for a double bluff, Dip your quill in your bleeding heart, Sign there and there and there

Guilty pleasure band or song?

I don’t believe in guilty pleasures.

Liking what I like don’t make me a bitch.

Okay let's talk fandom music:

Fave band or song you've discovered from a Fan Fic?

The Libertines lol My friend really wanted me to get into this band she liked, and I just wasn’t massively into music at the time, so she sent me a Libertines fanfic, and that, as they say, was that. Oh, she knew me very well… hahah

Fave Fanfic Playlist?

Right now I’m REALLY into The Menagerie playlist!

Fave Gallavich song?

Do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist? 

Almost always, yeah. Though sometimes that can go terribly wrong. When someone’s like OMG THIS SONG!!! and you’re just like ‘eh, I don’t see it’ lol

What song do you think is Gallavich coded?

Well, thanks to @deedala this will never not be Season 5 Gallavich

What’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today? 

Love the original, but I also love Darren Criss

And this, because I’m dying for the next season of The Bear!!!!

Oooookay… I’m late and I’ve been way too busy, so if you’ve already played and I didn’t see please tag me in yours so I can check it out!! If not, and you’d like to do it, I’m tagging @heymacy @heymrspatel @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @crossmydna @captainjowl @mikhailoisbaby @rereadanon @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @loftec @sickness-health-all-that-shit @deathclassic @rutherinahobbit @faejilly (you can skip the Gallavich questions!!! Hahahahah)

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ʚ✟⃛ɞ US, TRUST, LOVE .ʚ✟⃛ɞ JJK

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

SUMMARY: a little party never hurt no body… right?

WARNINGS: sex. Mentions of sex. Mixed/unresolved feelings. Drinking, hangover. Etc.

GENRE: best friends brother au

WC: no clue. Too lazy to actually find out haha. Enjoy this!

Previously… next…

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THERE was no way Jungkook was seeing what he was right now. It felt as if he was about to pop, explode all over the kitchen counter as he sipped on his drink. As if all the non alcoholic drinks were actually laced, making him nauseated. Or maybe it was the fact you were on the table, dancing with Yeji and a few other girls, screaming your lungs out.

Your entire body moved fluidly with the song, bumping and grinding against some girl he had no idea of. Your head thrown back on her shoulder, her hands in your hair as she pecked your shoulder, and though Jungkook knows you wouldn’t go for another person while sleeping with him, he couldn’t seem to extinguish the pure jealousy in the depth of his stomach.

What made him nauseous was the fact you were about to fall of the table and you were shooing him away, telling him to leave. And he was about two seconds away from jumping out his skin when your heeled foot would come too close to the edge of the poorly built table.

He wasn’t jealous you were having fun, no. He was actually happy, and seeing you like this made his mind spiral into places he didn’t currently need it to be. What made him jealous is the fact that you could so freely dance against the girl the way he wanted you to dance with him. But he couldn’t, not when Yeji was there, already suspecting both of you since your first rendezvous.

You did a great job in hiding your hickeys, until you stretched, and your stomach was revealed in purple bruises trailing down to your pelvis. You made up some shitty story about a one night stand, but she wasn’t 100% convinced, especially when Jungkook smiled at you and you smiled back, explaining to her how you made up last night.

She bought the story for now, but another slip up and she’d one hundred percent figure it out.

“Kook, she needs to go home, like right now. She’s far too drunk” Yeji yelled over the music.

“ I know that! But she isn’t listening” he mimicked her tone.

“Goddamit! You’re thrice the size of her, pick her up and throw her in your car and bring her home safely before she breaks her leg!” She scoffs.

He looked at her for a whole second, not saying anything, “fine”.

He stalked to the table, trying to figure out how to grab you without you trashing around in his hold, but the second he reached the table, you yelled out no, distancing yourself the slightest bit.

He gave you a warning look, to which you poked your tongue out and he sighed, god you got so brave and bratty when you’re drunk, “y/n, down now!”

“No” you shook your head giggling, “I’m having fun Kookie, can’t you see?”

“Yes I can see that,” he agreed, “but I can also see that you’re about one drink away from ending up in the hospital. Down, now”.

“I’m not your dog, Jungkook, let me be happy!” You fought back, just as he presumed you would.

He knew this would happen, which is why he leaned forward, grabbing the back of your knees and throwing you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests and the way you slapped his back cursing him out. Damn you’re so brave when you’re drunk, you’d never behave like this sober.

Nodding to Yeji she gives him the green light to go, and so he does, holding you with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other opening the entrance door of the house, the second he’s in safe distance, his palm meets your soft ass hidden behind your satin red dress, you gasped followed by a whimper.

“That hurt Kook” you whined.

“I’m aware” he says.

“It was also hot” you chuckled, snorting afterwards.

Jungkook shook his head, dropping you onto your butt in the passenger seat of his Benz, still protesting, “I’m not even drunk I promise”.

“That’s very convincing, did it ever work on anyone?” He scoffed, buckling your seatbelt.

“I don’t think so”

“Yeah, I figured” he chuckled, closing your door but not before switching the door to child lock, he went around the car, sliding into the drivers side, and sighing deeply.

“You’re such a party pooper when you’re sober”.

“And you’re such a spoiled brat when you’re drunk” he countered, starting the engine and pulling out of the parking spot swiftly.

“I am not spoiled!”

“You are, you’re also quite brave when you’re drunk” he added, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested between his legs lazily.

“Just cause you’ve a big dick doesn’t mean I’ve to listen to you” you grumbled, pouting slightly while looking out the window.

“Keep being so bratty and you won’t be getting any of this dick anymore”.

Now that is a warning that had you silent, only side eyeing him as you pouted, arms crossed over your chest and an incoherent sentence leaving your pretty lips before you whined, “I forgot my phone!!!”

“I have it” he says, smirking at you as he stopped at a red light.

“Stop looking at me like that”.

“Like what”

“Like a predator” you said, putting your palm on top of his lazily rested one, intertwining your fingers with his and digging your nails gently into the inside of his thigh.

“You’re so beautiful” he murmured, the lights flashing to green, reflecting in his eyes as he pulled off and into the city.

“So are you” you brought his hand to yours, softly pecking his soft hand as he practically melted into the seat, smiling to himself as you continued pecking his hand.

“I appreciate you, you know that?” You mumbled softly, afraid of the pulsing feeling in your chest.

“I know,” he spoke softly, “ I hope you know I appreciate you too.”

“I know” you smiled, looking out the window with a small grin.

The blooming and pounding feelings in your chest scared both of you, it’s not something Jungkook has felt before, you however have, at least something similar to this, except these feelings are ten fold more powerful than with your ex, and that, that scares the life out of you, because you’re not sure if it’s okay, if it’s returned. What would Yeji say? She’d probably hate you.

Reaching your house too quickly snapped you out of your drunken thoughts, not willing to let go of the warmth of his palm, “stay with me tonight?”.

He leaned back into his seat, staring into your eyes intently, “give me a reason”.

No matter what, he’d still stay, in fact the second you asked the question he knew the answer. He just wanted to tease you, in return though, he was met with your cat like gaze, and a smirk on your lips, “did you know… that,” your face so close to his own he could smell the cherry vodka of you, “morning sex is a great hangover remedy?”

His brows shot up, playing your little game so well, “oh really? Mmm I must try it then.”

“You could,” you whispered, eyes focused on his red lips, “tomorrow morning?”

“That quick? Damn, seems like I can’t pass up a chance like that” his voice was husky, melting you like fire to ice.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t pass it up”.

His lips brushed yours and you could feel yourself getting more intoxicated by him, but all too soon his body was further away from you, his hand leaving yours before he chuckled at your pout, and exited the car helping you out before leading you to your apartment door carefully.

Stumbling into your living room with a giggle, you immediately go for the zipper of your red dress, struggling as you wobbled side to side, heels clicking off the floor which each shaky step you took. Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face to rid himself of the slight fatigue.

“Let me help you” he says, stabilising your rocky body by holding your hips with his hands, palms completely engulfing your hip bones. Your back to his front as his rough fingers pulled the zipper down, helping you pull the dress off, he licked is lips, the sight of you in your matching black and nude lacy lingerie had his breathing picking up in pace, but ever the gentleman, he shook himself out of his horny state, and sat you down carefully on the arm rest of the sofa.

Dropping to his knees, you watched as he gently lifted your left leg, hand rubbing up and down softly as he pecked your calve, before untying the silver heel and setting your foot free, doing the exact same to the other leg, kissing upon both legs as he slowly lifted off the ground. He towered over you, pushing himself between your legs as he gently grabbed your head and kissed your forehead, before pecking your lips in the sweetest kiss possible, melting all the ice possible, gosh he’s so cute.

“Let’s get you changed into something comfortable” he says, humming after in question Before your palm moulded into his and he lead you to your room.

“I’ve your shirt in the bottom drawer” you mumbled in no shame at all, but should he be surprised when he’s literally spent more time at your place than at his own? Aside of training of course.

Pulling the shirt out as asked, he comes back around to you still sitting in the same position on the bed as he left you in, dropping the folded shirt beside you before he reached around you and unhooked your bra in one swift motion.

“Can you get my granny panties for me? Please” you asked so cutely, for a second he was confused at your request, or more specifically on what granny panties meant, before it clicked in his head that you meant your comfortable underwear.

Trying to suppress his smile, he turned back around to your drawer, already knowing where you store your so called granny panties since he’s had to get them for you multiple times when you start your period unexpectedly, grabbing his favourite ones, pink with black little hearts, he sets it out on the bed as well.

“Aw you even got the brief ones! God you’re the best, you know that?” You mumbled to him as he stood you up once again.

“They’re my favourite ones, they beat all the sexy ones” he smirks, confessing his little secret as he slides your thong down your legs, your hands on his shoulders as you step out of them.

“This looks familiar” your voice held such a teasing tone, your brows wiggling as he looked up at you briefly, he grabbed the underwear he set out for you and started putting them on you, once he reached your hips he snapped the black band on your skin gently, before laying a sweet kiss below your belly button.

He helped you put your (his) shirt over you head, before quickly helping you take your makeup off and joining you in bed, arm wrapped around your waist as he kissed between your shoulder blades, “you mean the world to me”.

He must have thought you were asleep, because as his nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck, he kissed a sweet spot and muttered, “what are you doing to me Y/N”.

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Jungkook was beyond patient, sitting with you in the kitchen as you groaned that you were going to throw up, though it never actually happened. He rubbed your back, helped you brush your teeth and then sat you down at the counter, now actively blending his perfect hangover cure, as he likes to call it.

“I’m never drinking again” you whimper, head down on the counter, cheek pressed against the coldness to help your hot temperature.

“I’ve heard that come out of your mouth far too many times.” He scoffed with a light chuckle.

“I mean it this time” you countered.

The cup was smacked onto the counter in front of you, his tattooed hand gripping the cup tightly “drink up”.

“Kook that looks like something a dog threw up” the yellow liquid thick and foaming at the top.

“Yeah but it helps. So drink”

“I am not putting that in my mouth”

He leaned against the counter, both palms holding his weight as he looked you in the eyes, a small smirk playing amongst his lips, “I’ve seen you take other things in your mouth, don’t act soft now”.

Cheeks heating up quite quickly, you bite your tongue hold your breathe and gulp the drink down. There was definitely turmeric and ginger in it, and maybe a hint of garlic, all in all it was spicy and hideous and you’d much rather use his cum as a hangover cure than this, seeming as he didn’t bother to throw on a shirt on his top half.

“Good girl” he praised, your mind immediately shutting down at the praise.

“Don’t say that” you whined, lips pouted.

“Why? Bet you’re wet hm?” He was quick with his response, rounding the counter and breathing on your neck, pecking a sweet kiss on your soft spot.

The morning was spontaneous, him buried deep inside you, taking you on the counter like the first time you connected like this with him. It was sweet, hot and satisfying.

The more you spend time with him, though, the more you realise how your heart flutters at his voice, the way you find everything about him endearing and comforting, like he’s perfect. Because in your eyes he is, despite the fact that more than a half a year ago you hated him, well no, actually, you always had some sort of thing for him. Ever since you befriended Yeji at just 12 years old.

You watched him go from a doe eyed boy to a man, a man full of tattoos, seduction and so goddamn hot.

But somewhere between your teen years, you’ve realised you had a thing for his round bug eyes, silky like chocolate and big like buttons. He told you silly jokes, played basketball with you when Yeji wasn’t home from her dance practices yet.

He’s always been kind hearted, you knew that. But somewhere between the line of infatuation and undeniable desire, you’ve found a smear, of which could only be described as faux hatred. Though it was far from any malicious feelings. It was jealous, strong palpable jealousy and anger. Because you didn’t believe Jungkook saw you as anything more than his sisters best friend. He had many friends, girlfriends and flings, and you couldn’t see yourself mixed in that crossfire. But you were wrong.

Now you think, at least, there’s a slight chance? Right? Well, you’re not sure. You hope there is, now that both of you roamed the very thin crack of a situation-ship, but that’s exactly what it is. It’s fragile, like a sheet of ice. If one of you got too intense, engulfed with the flames of the raging fire between each others tension and want, you could melt it. Dissipate it just like the sun would.

If one of you so much as took a heavier step, it’d crack, break and get swallowed by whatever is beneath it. Perhaps, the slight distrust? The dithering and apprehensive feelings?. It already had small cracks for the previous argument. Where both of you got burned, flew just right before the sun, igniting and scorching a hand full of feathers of your wings. You only got so much to spare of them.

The feelings mixed into this were fearful. At least on your part. They were frantic, barely tameable. Soaring so high it could suffocate you. You knew that.

Yet somehow, you still found yourself in the compromising position of being impaled by his dick once again.

The sex this time was different. It was a lot more intimate. So much was mixed into it. The way his lips kissed you, they had a certain need behind them. They could barely leave yours, and if they did it was only to share another few pecks to your chest and neck. The strokes of his cock were gentle, slow and deep. Meaningful almost. The way his fingers intertwined with yours above your head, and his skin was practically melting with yours. You were sure you would smell him on your body after.

His eyes held something close to undeniable admiration. You could see it, by the way his forehead rested against yours, eyes locked, both breathing into each other, letting your breathes mix, his lips hovering over yours, teasing. It was all different, a whole new territory. And it was so unhealthy for your mind.

Jungkook, wasn’t good for your health.

It shouldn’t be helpful for you. The constant sex with the unresolved feelings. God it was a mess. Such a beautiful wary mess. But you loved. You loved every part of it, the way your legs are clamped around his waist, nails digging into the pits of his back, his hand on your thigh and the other stroking your hair softly as you ride each others highs out.

Cuddling wasn’t generally a part of the post sex routine. But it was nice, to have him curl his arm around you, pulling your back into chest. Nose nuzzled into your hair and lips pecking your head.

“We have a lot to discuss.” He whispered so softly into your ear, both of you dozing off.

“I know”.

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A/N: anyway, this was so short and simple but guys the way I literally forgot I had a short book to finish off lmfao 😭

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When the music fades…

pairing: Maura Isles x preg!wife!reader

summary: Maura finds reader comfortably at home and has a moment before the unborn baby decides to interrupt.

******************************************************** You stepped into the extra room and sat at the padded bench in front of the beautiful piano, you stretched a well manicured hand forward and brushed the ivory keys, pressing a few and letting the beautiful notes resound.

When you and Maura first got together she learned you could play at your wedding they had a grand piano and you played your first song, she then later bought that piano and it now sits in a beautiful room in your shared house.

You closed your eyes and slowly started to play feeling your baby happily kick, the only other sound in the world that made your baby move so gently and happily was your wife’s voice, you’d spend nights listening as Maura talked to your belly, running skilled fingers along the taut skin a lovestruck smile painting your face, there was nothing in this world that you were more excited for than watching Maura, both of you becomes moms.

You continue to play beautiful music filling the room, you were so focused and unfocused at the same time letting the music take over that you didn’t notice Maura coming home. She called you babe but no answer, that’s when she heard the piano, she slowly approached the room seeing the door cracked. She peeked in and saw you, her gorgeous heavily pregnant wife, the soft sunlight coming through the windows and you eyes closed in front of the grand piano swaying with the sounds of beautiful music.

She smiled to herself before slowly slipping in and walking over to lean on the piano, little did she know you had heard the door creak slowly and light footsteps approached. You finished your song and opened your eyes being met with breathtaking amber orbs beaming down at you.

“I see you’ve been busy today.” Maura smiled at you as she slid up onto the piano.

“I’m always busy, growing a whole human 24/7 remember.” You said with a chuckle pointing at your large bump, getting up from your seat you stepped over in between her legs, you placed your hands on her thighs as she placed a kiss on your lips reaching a hand down to run along your bump.

“Aww but I like you pregnant, your so beautiful and strong, you just amaze me.” She says against your lips placing small pecks in between her compliments.

“mmmm I’m sure you do.” You said laying your head on her chest and listening to her heartbeat as she wrapped you in gentle arms. “How’d everything go for you today?” You asked her.

“Another day in the office, Jane…” usually you would listen intently and let her get things off her chest but this time something peaked your attention and your wife’s voice became background noise, you felt a slight cramping sensation in your lower back wrapping to the front very dull but enough to make itself known.

“…it was interesting but…Y/N?” You’d been made she knew something was up, you slowly pulled back meeting her eyes.

“I’m sure it’s nothing probably just sore from sitting all day, my muscles are getting tired.”

“are you sure?” She said sliding back down so her feet me the floor, she ran a hand up and down your arms as you gave her a reassuring look in response to her concern.

“baby if your not sure we can call the midwife…” she trailed off. That’s when you felt it the liquid running down your legs, making a puddle on the floor.

“Haha nope you’re going to need to call her anyway.” You said looking at the floor feeling as Maura tensed against you.

“okay well um…”

“it’s okay my water broke but we have a plan.”

“mmhmm.” She responded comforting you as you started to worry, “look I’m gonna go call her and let her know what happened meanwhile we’ll run a warm bath to try and get through this.” She shook her head making eye contact with you. You shook your head back.

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A couple hours later and you were seated in the large tub in the master bathroom, the warm water giving minor relief as contractions started to take over. You could hear Maura in the other room moving things around and prepping for the midwife, you tried to move but another contraction took over and you let out a loud moan. Maura came into the room gently and saw you in just your sports bra, turned both arms gripped onto the side of the tub your forehead pressed against them as you labored through another contraction. She knelt down in front of you placing a kiss to your head and reaching into the water to run soothing circles on your back the best she could.

“You’re okay, just breathe, you got this…” she said to comfort you.

“Mmm…Maura,” you said lifting your head a little.

“Yes love?”

“ughhh,” you let out another moan the contractions getting closer, Maura lifted your chin and slowly pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, your bottom half still in the warm water, “how soon until the midwife is here?”

“hopefully soon she didn’t say exactly.”

“Oh God, Maura I can feel it….” Tears started to roll down your cheeks, as you buried you face into her neck.

“What can you feel, the head, the baby?” She tried staying calm but that worried her a little.

“The baby, I can feel the pressure building,” you tried whispering through another contraction, “God this hurts.”

“I know love, I know.” She continued rubbing circles into your back. A couple minutes and a few more contractions later and you know you were getting closer.

“Maura?” You said still wrapped around her.

“what it is?”

“this baby is coming and I don’t want to be in this tub, please help me out of this tub.”

“okay, just hold onto me…. Ready?”

You slowly shook your head yes and felt her arms grip around you she started to help you stand and once you were on your feet she guided you out of the tub. You immediately felt another contraction coming, pulling away you leaned onto the vanity counter, Maura came up behind you, and this time she had the access to actually put the pressure on your back and hips, it seeped and gave relief to the sore tensed muscles. She coached you through the next couple until you were ready to move, the closeness of the contractions and the midwife not there yet was worrying her.

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15 minutes later you found yourself resting on the bed propped with pillows under you back and a sheet covering your legs, Maura would’ve been fine to leave you uncovered but it felt awkward for you and she’ll do anything to make you feel more comfortable. Angela and Jane had both come by the house to check in but you were laboring hard and so neither came in to bother you and they left, Frankie and Nina had called to wish you the best but ended up quickly talking to Maura before you yelled that you thought the baby was dropping. Not 10 minutes later the midwife comes sprinting up the stairs, apologizing for being late seeing as she got stuck trying to drive here through the city. You couldn’t care less though you were ready to have this baby. You were squatted Maura in front of you as the midwife moved around you two, she had brought a birthing pool but decided there was no time, you heard her run into the bathroom and draw another bath after the one Maura had just drained.

she moved in behind you as you were positioned against Maura on the bed knees spread and you wrapped your arms around her neck, she whispered encouraging words into your ears and massaged her hands against any tense muscles that you allowed.

“Y/N I’m going to need to check you and see how dialated you are, you ready?” You nodded into your wife’s neck and the midwife placed one hand on the small of your back the other reaching around to check dilation. You moaned out as you felt the competing pressure against the already straining muscles.

“Okay so we’re looking at 8 which means baby will be here in no time… I did redraw the tub just in case…”

“I don’t know…” you whined in discomfort.

“baby it’s up to you.” Maura spoke up, running a hand through your hair.

“but… but..uuuhhh.” Another contraction taking over.

“okay, okay breathe baby, just breathe for a minute.”

“Y/N this is all you,” said the midwife as she ran a soothing hand up and down your back “whatever will make you most comfortable, so if this position on the bed works then we can start here.”

“Mmm…”

“Y/N the warm water might help your soreness a little and can help prevent tearing.” Maura started.

“ugghhh, Maura….”

“I know love, I know.” A couple more minutes and two contractions went by and you’d had enough.

“I wanna try the tub.” Both other women share a look before moving quickly, less than five minutes and you were in the tub letting the warm water soothe sore muscles. Maura held you hand and you laid against the back of the tub as the midwife checked you again, 9 cm you were getting closer.

“Maura?”

“yes baby? I’m right here.”

“I need you in here.” You said motioning towards your bump that peeked out of the water, she got the gist and quickly tried climbing in behind you, “no, no, in front of me.”

the midwife and Maura exchanged looks and she reassured your wife that she would take over at go time. You sat you and squatted on your knees in front of your wife, laboring through your contractions. After one particularly strong one you all knew it was time to start pushing so you did at the midwife’s instruction.

“hey Y/N I’m gonna need you to sit back for me so I can see how far along we are.”

“I…I can’t it hurts, I need to push.” You said propping yourself on your elbows against the back of the tub

“I know sweetheart I know but as soon as I’m done checking you can have Maura right back to help you.”

“I want her to do it…” they both shared a confused look between themselves as your head fell back trying not to push through another contraction.

“What?” They both spoke at once.

“I want her to catch… you can do everything else but I want my wife to catch.” The midwife looked at Maura on her knees in front of you who looked terrified for once in her life and chuckled, “if that’s what you want mama I’ll make it happen.”

“Good to uhh…knowww uhhuuhuuu…” you were fighting another wave and this time you pushed, you felt the midwife move her hand from you leg as she checked again, this time you yelled out before she could speak.

“God it burns, oh god it burns.”

“That would be the baby’s head crowning, just give me some small pants in the next contraction.”

“But it feels better if I push…”

“I get that but if you push you risk tearing.”

“just breathe baby, breathe for me.” Maura started panting and you mimicked her breathing. Before you knew it you were through and back to regularly scheduled pushes to meet your baby. A couple pushed later and the midwife was holding your baby’s head and handing it over to Maura.

“just support the head and neck and she pushes the shoulders out.” Maura nodded, focused on the task at hand.

“UgHhhuuuu….” You screamed as one final push gave way to your baby, your wife scooped it up and placed it against your chest allowing skin to meet skin, shrill cries filled the room as the midwife rubbed the baby with a towel and then placed it over the both of you.

“Congratulations mamas you have a beautiful baby girl.”

“We have a baby girl!” Said Maura excitedly.

“wait it’s a girl?” You asked

“Uh yea I looked when Maura picked her up.” The midwife chuckled at your reactions.

“So does that mean?…” maura asked with her gorgeous amber eyes.

“Welcome to the world baby girl…” you said smiling down at her. ———time jump———

the midwife helped you out of the tub and back onto the bed as Maura called everyone to tell them the news, Jane was ecstatic and said she would be the first to visit in a couple days when you were ready. Maura came back upstairs to see you propped up on the bed holding a little pink bundle. She climbed in next to you as the midwife left to give you a moment. You smiled at your wife as she placed a kiss to your lips.

“Alexandra Jane Isles meet you other mommy.” You said putting her in Maura’s arms and watching as she stared in awe.

“Y/N Isles love you so much and I’m in awe of you.”

“Mmhmm just remember that the next time, cause you’ll be carrying.” You both laughed knowing that in reality you wouldn’t mind carrying again, as long as it meant you got one more person to share this love with.

[cookieswithay]

"The happy feelings club!"

🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic

💝Episode 2: Yasutora Sado! (More like Chad!) Ep. 1🧡

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• Orihime's pov!

• Beep! Beep! Beep!

• ...Huh?

• I opened my eyes and rubbed them a bit. What time is it?

• Beep! Beep! Beep!

• Better yet...what day is it? I grabbed my phone and pressed the power button.

• "Thursday."

• Thursday...a school day! Ah! I gotta get ready! I (almost) fell out of my bed and scrambled around my room. There's so much to do! Breakfast, clothes, my hair! Oh! And where's my bow!? I can't leave without it, Sora bought for me! And it's so pretty-

• 💭Orihime.

• I stopped in my tracks. My brain was suddenly full of moving pictures from yesterday...that guy. ...Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki. I get to see him again today. I wonder...if he wants to see me too. Did I make a good first impression? Or...was I too much again..?

• My door suddenly opened.

• "Orihime! Are you awake?"

• "I made breakfast alre-"

• Eep! I jumped and covered my chest.

• "Sora! I'm getting dressed!"

• "Leave!"

• My brother covered his eyes and shut the door. That...was scary and a close one. I should really lock my door more often. Or ask Sora to knock more. But, he usually does-

• 💭Meow.

• Oh yeah, the kitty! I hope Mr. Shunshi found it a good home. Or maybe it's living at his house.

• Wait...

• The guy who saved the kitty...

• He was really tall and reminded me of that one cupcake I ate.

• ...

• I wonder who he is.

              🧡🏵🌼🍊(Intro song)🧃☄🧩🧸🧡

• "Morning, Orihime!"

• "Morning, Mrs. Suzuki!"

• Everyone always is so nice in the mornings. The street rules are followed. The dogs are lively. And the birds actually let me take pictures of them! Hopefully, I have enough memory in my camera this time.

• "Orihime!"

• I turned around. It was Tatsuki! I waved back.

• "Hiiii!"

• She caught up to me and pinched my cheek. And that really hurt!

• "Why didn't you wait for me?"

• "I told you I was gonna be late."

• Oh yeah. She did, didn't she? I blinked back tears.

• "I was waiting! But then, I saw a pigeon and I followed it!"

• Tatsuki sighed and let me go. I rubbed my cheek. ...Was that bad? She pushed her hair back. She always does that.

• "Oh well."

• "I caught up to you now."

• She slung her arm over my shoulders.

• "Now show me that pigeon you took a picture of."

• Oh yeah! The pigeon!

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• Ichigo's POV!

• This desk is making my face really cold, but it's better than interacting with my class. Haha, they think I'm sick. (And, trouble. Cause my hair) Although, I'm sure I can't keep up this flimsy facade, at least it'll hold me for awhile. Maybe I'll even trick Keigo and Muzuiro. ...Probably just Keigo.

• Wait a second...

• I can hear myself breathe. Why's it so quiet all of a sudden. I raised my head.

• Hey...

• "Is this class 2-B?"

• (I had to guess the class, the internet was useless!)

• It's that guy again. The one who saved the cat the other day. He goes here? Everyone looked too scared to say anything, so I stood up. Losers.

• "Yeah, you got the right place."

• He looked at me.

• "Thank you."

• He said. Everyone freaked even more when he fully walked in. A few one 'em looked like they might even pass out. And this guy is completely oblivious. I "coughed" and pointed to the empty seat next to me. I hope this guy gets the hint. He strikes me as someone's who slow on the uptake- Oh, nevermind. He's coming.

• ...Goddamn, he's tall. The moment this guy sat down, I was...intimidated? No, not intimidated...overwhelmed. He's HUGE. His hair covers his eyes and he's tan. He's probably not from here. And if I get crap for just my hair, this guy probably has loads of problems.

• ...

• Do I wanna be friends with this guy-?

• "Ichigo!"

• I looked through the door. It's Orihime! Kensei won't be back for a hot second... Maybe I can just say hi. (Keigo said it too, but I drowned him out.)

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• Orihime's POV!

• I tried not to laugh as Ichigo "walked" towards me.

• (He tripped over someone's backpack and his friend was tugging on him🤭)

• He eventually got out of the classroom and leaned on the door.

• "Good morning, Orihime."

• I smiled and bowed down. All my hair falling with it.

• "Good morning, Ichigo."

• He cleared his throat and looked off. ...Do I have breakfast on my face?

• "Do you want something or are you just saying hi?"

• That's...a good question. I...don't have a reason. I just spotted his orange tuft of hair and spoke to him before I could even think about it.

• So, I shrugged. And that made Ichigo laugh.

• "Ah-em."

• Oh yeah...Tatsuki's still here. How embarrassing.

• "Since when do you two know each other?"

• Wait, Tatsuki's knows Ichigo? Since when? Did she always know him or did they become pals here?

• "I'm the new member of the 'happy feelings club'."

• Oh, he's gonna explain.

• "I'm sure Orihime told you all about the cat situation."

• Tatsuki sighed.

• "She sure did. She called me the moment she got home."

• As they talked, I looked through the window of class 2-B. Huh? Most of the girls in this class are the ones that say they'll come to the HP club, but don't. ...It's the kitty saver again!

• That gives me an idea..!

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• Ichigo's POV!

• "Ichigo, be more careful, you moron."

• Tatsuki sighed, crossing her arms.

• "You would've died, if Orihime didn't come along."

• "I know."

• I already got the 'be safe' careful speech from Yuzu yesterday. (Mr. Shunsui gave my old man a call about what happened.)

• "Ichigo! Ichigo!"

• I looked down. Orihime's on my arm. She's making the "lean down" motion too. So I did.

• "Can you do me a favor?"

• She "whispered." I nodded.

• "Sure, what is it?"

• She looked back at my classroom.

• "Can you ask him to join our club?"

• Huh? I looked up.

• "Who?"

• The ginger pointed at the new guy who's sitting next to me now. Mm...that might be tough. Not only did I only say 2 words to 'im, I don't know if we can trust him yet. He seems quiet, but I've been duped before.

• "Are you sure?"

• Orihime nodded.

• "He's a good person, I sure of it.

• Okay...um...

• "I'll have a answer for you after school, okay?"

• She smiled. Whew, it's okay.

• "Well, the bell's gonna ring soon so..."

• Orihime let go of my arm and stood next to Tatsuki again.

• "Bye, Ichigo. I'll see you later!"

• I chuckled and waved. Tatsuki nodded to me too. I watched them off, thinking.

• ...

• How the hell am I convince that guy to join the happy feelings club!?

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• Sometime later...

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• Chad's POV!

• I think Ichigo wants to be friends with me. (I saw his name on his folder earlier.) All day, he's been asking questions and just staring. I don't mind, I guess. I think he might be doing it for his girlfriend though. I saw them chatting in the hallway earlier. And right now, Ichigo's following me. Or is he grabbing the volley balls too?

• ...

• This is getting awkward.

• "Uh, Ichigo."

• He looked up.

• "Do you need something?"

• He looked away. ...I thought so.

• "Y'know, you don't have to hang around me out of pity."

• "I have friends that don't go to this school."

• I hope I didn't come of as rude but... This isn't the first time this has happened. I just want to end it before he does.

• ...

• I don't hear anymore footsteps. Guess I got my point across.

• "Hey."

• I turned around.

• "I'm not talking to you out of pity."

• ...

• "I genuinely want to be your friend."

• He walked past me and grabbed a ball.

• "Whether you want to be friends with me is your choice."

• "But just know,"

• Ichigo held the ball up to me.

• "I'm choosing you to be on my team for the game."

• I didn't say anything, but I nodded. I'm...I'm okay with this.

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• Orihime's POV!

• "Alright, Orihime! You're up to bat!"

• Tatsuki shouted. We girls have baseball for p.e. today! West girls against East girls! (Our school is split into two. It has a interesting reason but, I can't remember.)

• I gripped the bat tightly. Loly's pitching. If I don't hit the ball at the right time, it'll hit my breast! Or my throat, or stomach, or somewhere else painful. But, me and Tatsuki have been practicing. I'll...be okay.

• "You got this Orihime!"

• (Chizuru cheered.)

• "Good luck!"

• (Michina)

• "Hit the winning point!"

• (Machana)

• My friends are cheering me on. I can't miss the ball now. I took a breath and stared in Loly's pink eyes.

• I can do this.

• The ball flew.

• I swung.

• And..!

• "Oof!"

• A volleyball hit me in the face instead? I fell one my butt, a little dazed.

• "Orihime!"

• Is my nose bleeding? Or is that...it's probably blood. Someone pulled me up to my feet.

• "Who the hell did that!?"

• "I'll give the most painful and slow death ever!"

• It was Tatsuki. (And the other bit was Chizuru.)

• I was leaned against her shoulder. My nose doesn't hurt anymore. So, I should probably save whoever's facing Tatsuki's wrath. I stood up straight.

• "Tatsuki, it's okay. I'm fine-"

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• Ichigo's POV!

• Shit!

• I moved Tatsuki out of the way. And stretched forward. I won't forgive myself if Orihime falls!

• I missed her by a second.

• Dammit!

• Whoosh!

• I saw Chad's hand grab hers.

• (So, I named the guy cause I don't know what's on his birth certificate. Sue me.)

• "Sorry about the ball."

• He said, oddly calm. He always is, but this was a serious adrenaline rush. My chest actually hurts. Orihime looked down. I nearly saw spirals in her eyes.

• "I'm...a-okay!"

• Whew, at least she sounds okay. Hold on-

• "Whoa, you're nose is bleeding."

• Like ALOT. Damn, how hard did I spike the ball? (...Really hard. Ikaku kept taunting me.)

• She stood up and wiped her nose.

• "Ah. No, Orihime. You'll get blood on your arm."

• I said, using my own shirt to wipe nose.

• "What's going on over here?"

• Dammit, it's Coach Zaraki. All the girls (except Tatsuki) hid behind Chad. I swallowed hard. Guess I'll explain.

• "We, uh, accidentally hit Inoue here with our volleyball."

• "So, we're just apologizing."

• Zaraki narrowed his eyes at me and then looked at Orihime. And he cupped her face with one hand. I flinched. That's not hurting her, is it?

• "Hmm..."

• The blood trickled on his hand.

• "You're fine, child. Just get some napkins and get back to baseball when you're done."

• "Got it?"

• Orihime nodded. And he turned around. FINALLY, he's leaving-

• I felt a big hand on my shoulder. Dammit, I spoke too soon!

• "You can go with her, but in exchange,"

• "You're coming to the ring tomorrow."

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• Orihime's POV!

• Uhh...Ichigo looks scared! Is Coach Zaraki telling him something scary!?

• I felt a tap.

• I looked back. The cupcake guy wanted something. Oh, and he has a tissue. I took it and blew.

• "You're Orihime, right?"

• I nodded. I am but...how does he know? We just met now.

• "I saw your flyer and Ichigo brought you up."

• He did?

• "Was it nice things?"

• I did NOT mean to say that outloud.

• "Uh-huh."

• No details. Okay then...

• "Ichigo told me you need new members."

• "Do I have to bring something to the table?"

• I gasped and almost cheered! But, I covered my mouth and took a deep breath.

• "Just bring anything that makes you happy."

• He remained quiet and nodded. I think I saw a little smile though! (And a brown eye too!) He picked up the ball and walked away.

• ...

• Aw, bean sprouts! I forgot to ask his name! Ichigo popped back up next time me.

• "Okay, I grabbed a hell ton of napkins and-"

• "Oh, you already got one."

• He looked around.

• "Chad went back?"

• I nodded. (That's his name?)

• We walked to the fence and I used a few more napkins.

• "Did...he say anything to you?"

• I smiled.

• "Yeah! I think we got a new member of the club!"

• "High five!"

• Ichigo chuckled and put his hand on mine. (It wasn't hard like a normal high five though.)

• I sighed. A new friend and a new member.

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• "Bye, Orihime. See you tomorrow."

• "Bye, Michina!"

• I gotta round up my things quickly. Sora's picking me up today. And I have to babysit Nel. Plus, I'm getting really really hungry, since I lost my lunch earlier. I picked up my satchel and zipped out if my classroom.

• (Not before leaving my finished assignment on Mr. Jushiro's desk. And a candy bar too. Can't let his blood sugar go down.)

• "Excuse me!"

• I dashed through the hallway. Once I get in the car, I'll test Tatsuki that I'm getting home safely-

• Once again, I slammed into something. But, this time it was a back. A tall-ish one.

• "I'm sorry. I should've been more careful!"

• I saw GLASSES next me. Oh my goodness, I bump them hard!

• The person (turns out a boy) picked up the glasses and put them back on. Huh? He has band aids on his fingers.

• "Be more careful next time."

• And he walked away. Hm. I stood up and dusted my skirt off. Sora's probably waiting-

• Hold on a sec. I bent down.

• It was a keychain. With a beautiful little doll on it. I looked at the bustling hallway. Was this the glasses boy's doll?

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(Tag list time: @elyonholic, @o0o0thorn0o0o, @ichihimelover1503, @ichinoue, @takibikaen, @usoppsstar)

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This accidentally longer than the first episode, but I hope everyone enjoyed this! And the intro music. I...wish I fleshed this episode out more, but I have good plans for the next episode! So please, stay tuned and warm😎)

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[dongfuck]

Pink Venom - l.dh (Preview)

pairing: manipulator playboy!donghyuck x fem!reader

fic genre: smut, angst, fluff

teaser warnings: cheating, manipulation

teaser wc: 626

teaser song suggestion: B.S - Jhené Aiko

“there’s only one person in the whole world that i want; and that’s you y/n. you’re the only one i want.” haechan cupped both of your hands with his palms as he stared into your eyes. bullshit. you wanted to roll your eyes obviously at him but you had to keep your cool so you acted as if you were effected by his ‘confession’. “donghyuck, i… i’m so sorry for accusing you of such things! i-i just didn’t know what got into me… we all know you’re a great guy and would never do anything of the sort. right?” you mocked with fake apologies as you silently hoped that you don’t burst out laughing.

“never. i’m yours and yours only.” he smiled before you smiled back. “you’re mine and mine only.” oh how you wished you could’ve landed a smack right in his face where he holds his smile.

oh it’s a different girl this time. you were walking to class with your best friend, romi, when you thought you spotted two familiar figures. so, what you did was you shooed romi away and followed them. you followed them until they lead you to… an empty corridor?

you hid next to your twin brother’s locker, jeno, to take a better look at the two. unbelievable. you knew haechan was a cheater, playboy, pervert, but you didn’t know he would go as far as making out with your own lecturer?? you had your jaw hung wide open before you forced yourself to close it shut. you weren’t hurt, you were just shocked. so shocked to the point where you’d almost laugh out loud if it wasn’t for the fact that they would hear you.

you quickly ran to the lecture hall and took the reserved seat next to romi. “you’re late. lucky for you. mrs. huang hasn’t entered yet. quite odd if you ask me. anywho, where’d you go?” romi interrogated. “you wouldn’t believe me if i tell you.” you had an upside down smile on your face as your eyes stood trained on the seat in front of you. “oh come on! is it haechan again?” she groaned and slammed her hands on her thighs. you only nod in response. “oh my god! what did he do this time?! why haven’t you confronted him yet?!”

“oh calm down, mi. it’s not like it’s the first time. but what’s more shocking is that,” you looked around the hall before lowering your voice an octave and turning to face romi. “he was cheating on me with our own lecturer, mrs. huang.” you pulled your head back to maintain distance between the two of you as you laughed at the look on romi’s face. “what the fuck—”

and in that moment, the doors of the lecture hall were pushed open widely before in came mrs. huang as haechan was seen trailing behind her slowly. “speaking of the devil.” you heard your best friend mutter from your left. the said boy walked towards your row of seats before he took a seat next to you and settled down his things. “hey baby.” he leaned down and planted a kiss softly to your lips. “did you start wearing lip balm? tastes like watermelon.” you said sarcastically. you know haechan doesn’t like wearing lip balm.

“haha, yeah i just bought it recently.” he scratched his nape nervously. “you should wear it more often. it suits you.” you landed another peck to his lips before turning to mrs. huang who was busy apologising for being late. with your sharp vision, you can confidently say that you saw smudges of red around her lips and you knew the source.

oh it’s game on lee donghyuck. it’s too late now. i know everything.

Part one

[itsevanffs]

a lot of tag games

i'm just gonna combine them into one post because otherwise i think the next like 10 posts you see are all gonna be my tag games. below the cut etc etc

so, first and foremost, @aglassroseneverfades tagged me in a get to know tag game:

Relationship status: proud cat owner. i'm committed

Favorite color: probably the colour of alana's eyes. or her nose. or her beans. but cardinal red is a close contender

Song stuck in my head: nothing in particular, but i've been listening to all of cam ostrom's stuff on repeat recently. also bought his first EP the second i found him haha

Favorite food: broccoli and camembert pie (quiche?) with cashews

Last song I listened to: another familiar window by cam ostrom

Dream trip: home

Last thing I googled: tumblr

@raehb336 and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger tagged me in a wip tag game:

post all the names of the files in your wip folder, no matter how obscure or ridiculous. ok. it says to tag someone for every wip but i don't think i can tag like 80 people and i honestly don't want to. i have these in alphabetical order based on fandom btw

FS: rewrite

GF: cat eyes

HP: 2.5

HP: a/b/o fic canon adjacent

HP: a/b/o fic sacred nests

HP: a/b/o fic teacher/student

HP: a/b/o incest for monsieur

HP: a/b/o incest scarves

HP: a/b/o laundry au

HP: a learning experience

HP: at the expense of the world

HP: audio fic

HP: blood in your mouth

HP: blood relations 6

HP: boogeyman au

HP: chav au

HP: childhood pictures

HP: cnpg

HP: crash & burn

HP: curfew

HP: DNP

HP: DNA

HP: doll au

HP: egg creature fic

HP: emd fic of fic

HP: enamoured

HP: eton au

HP: fae au

HP: favours

HP: forced fem au

HP: forcedpreg kidnapping au

HP: futuristic ABO au

HP: hold me down (fuck me up)

HP: hooker au

HP: icarus au

HP: incest au 20

HP: incest inf nc

HP: in the dark rewrite

HP: junkie au

HP: lucifer au

HP: maid au

HP: mamma mia au

HP: mirror au

HP: monastery au

HP: monastery au 2

HP: new politics

HP: oedipus fic

HP: oviparous

HP: ovipos intersex

HP: priest incest au

HP: priest au n

HP: rage, rage

HP: red riding hood au

HP: reverse a/b/o au

HP: robot au

HP: romeo & juliet au

HP: smart move

HP: snow white au

HP: songbird au

HP: stalker au

HP: storm & silence au

HP: swan lake au

HP: tentacles

HP: the darker the weather

HP: the mark upon your heart rewrite

HP: therapy au

HP: tomcest bar sex

HP: tomcest sr 6

HP: vampire au

HP: vee pov genfic

HP: vespertine rewrite

HP: violent resurrection fic

HP: vol de lys

HP: zombie a/b/o au

RG: lecture

SS: swallowing smoke

SV: cnc

SV: eggs

SV: final exam

SV: god's just sleeping

SV: jumper au

SV: slowly

SV: sugar

SV: the worst

SN: demon

and no, these aren't all my fics, they're literally just the ones marked wip. my total fic count reaches 169, because i keep track.

@aglassroseneverfades tagged me in a picrew/uquiz combination, so that's going here:

i don't know if i 100% agree with the quiz but i do like taking care of people, up to a point. beyond that you're on your own, though i can help take care of some of the cleanup.

@toast-ranger-to-a-stranger tagged me in seven sentence sunday, which is good timing on my part because it is in fact sunday:

Mr O’Hara hums. “You like the rain?” “I don’t like-like it,” Miles begins, then changes his mind. “Well, I like it when I’m inside. Not when I’m stuck in a downpour in the middle of nowhere.” “I don’t think Brooklyn counts as the middle of nowhere.” “I live outside the boundaries of human norms.”

that's seven, right?

@aspengray tagged me in a 'get to know' tag game:

3 ships you like: miguel o'hara/miles morales, tomarrymort, and uhh the christian grey/anna steele dynamic i invented in my head. they're cute i like em

first ship ever: god. uh. that depends because it's either bella/edward from twilight, or it's... wait no it is just bella and edward, winx... wait no i watched it in dutchl. so yeah either bella/edward or bloom and that teacher guy from season 2 or three. jesus christ what was his deal. he was hot though

last song you heard: i see you by cam ostrom (it changed because i have spent like an hour on this already)

favourite childhood book: twilight

currently reading: the witcher blood of elves by andrzej sapkowski

currently watching: i don't watch series or tv but i'm always in the mood for a rewatch of spider-man across the spiderverse

currently consuming: water with syrup

currently craving: nothing. i just ate soup

@moontearpensfic, @atredys and @goldenzingy46 tagged me in 10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags, to which i have no context but i just assume you pick your favourite of each fandom:

voldemort - harry potter

miguel o'hara - spider-man: across the spiderverse

rikkard ambrose - storm & silence

john winchester - supernatural

bill cipher - gravity falls

rosalie cullen - twilight

geralt - the witcher

sans - undertale

jim - the jrasl original fiction universe

me - irl

in no particular order. i ran out of actual fandoms i like about 5 entries in so forgive me for cheating. link to jrasl for context though, jim is actually a fictional character and i want him to crack me like a glowstick

@alittlebitofharrypotterinmylife tagged me with yet another get to know tag game, but a different one from the previous two:

last song: crossing the bridge by ólafur arnalds

favourite colour: prussian blue

currently reading: sources on extra virgin olive oil

sweet/savoury/spicy: spicy all the way tbh. i have been craving the burn

relationship status: single

current obsession: miguel o'hara's scrumptious tits. have you SEEN his chest. apparently we were deprived of additional ass which is a travesty but he's still so big that i had to seriously reevaluate my previous love for twinks the second i saw him

erm yeah. sources for the images used as text breaks are all me. moi. follow me on @itsevansart or whatever, do what you want. i am so glad i am caught up. i think. maybe i missed a few but we'll see <3

thanks for the tags though! this year has been brutal but i'm so glad it'll be december soon and we can all get a well deserved break. what do you mean check the calendar? what's a calendar?

[cerakuro]

what did u think of the digimon tri movies if u dont mind me asking guys (゜゜;)

hmmm. i’ve been a digimon fan for as long as i can really remember, so when i first heard the movies were coming out i had been beyond hyped!!!!!! i even bought the first two movies for myself to watch and tried to force my sister to watch them as well. and i think i’ll always be able to appreciate tri for the things it brought with it as tri has some of the most beautiful promotional art i’ve seen, and I still listen to a bunch of the character songs. eternal puzzle and WHICH are STILL some of my favourite digimon songs that i’ll always hold dear. and hearing the all cast version of butterfly is able to make me cry almost every time i listen to it. but….…. i really can’t say i enjoy tri at all haha

i’m trying to say this in a really civil way lol but i can’t say i’m a fan. if you had asked me this like…. three years ago or so i would have had some choice words to say about the series for “ruining” everything but i’ve now just kind of accepted and ignore its existence because in the end, it really doesn’t matter. i can just not watch it if i don’t like it. but in general, it doesn’t make sense when you put it along with where any of the character’s development that we saw in 02, the cast has mostly regressed or have been turned into something unrecognizable. and i don’t mean that in a light way. characters like mimi or sora were especially done bad. i will always hold a grudge against it for that

digimon adventure as a series was built off of the fact that the characters themselves were so strongly written and the series was able to very competently convey multiple darker and complex topics. despite that incredibly foundation, tri misunderstood the adventure series at its very core in almost every aspect. lore wise, it doesn’t make sense. character wise, even less so. whenever i tell people to watch the digimon adventure series i almost always tell them to skip over tri because of how much it confuses things up and to avoid people’s perceptions of characters getting muddied by tri

i’ve spent a long time being upset about it, but like!!!! it is what it is. reading the production notes of tri, it’s been easier to understand how things got as messed up as they are. they really wanted to make a good series but revision after revision messed things up. so i’ve learnt to be more forgiving with the series, but in my eyes it kind of exists as a separate thing altogether

a lot of other people have been able to explain the issues with tri way better than i ever could. i can recommend @/shihalyfie in particular for incredibly in depth analysis and summaries on the issues with the series that i think about a lot. including being able to see more on the behind the scenes stuff that u don’t normally get. check them out if you’re curious!

but yeah <:) all that is to say…. i can’t say tri is my favourite series

[peachy-deaths]

Hey can I request a soft yandre elvis Presley pls

Were Elvis is like a big fan of her when he was not famous yet he always listen to her songs or something,

And when he became a celebrity thier manager decided to have a colab in singing together and Elvis who spoil her with gifts and flowers.....

everything about you- soft yandere Austin!Elvis

{@venus-haze already got me obsessed with the thought of fanboy Elvis through her stories radio gaga and all shook up so this was very fun to write lol disclaimer(s): this one is very tame and the yandere stuff is honestly just weird fan stuff but just in case beware of typical behaviors that come with yandere content, and hinted age gap on the reader's side of thing}

it was slightly embarrassing, the amount their face appeared in his room, it was like a teenage girl’s room with various posters and albums of all from the same artist. he couldn’t help it, no matter how many records he had of theirs or how many times he got teased for it, he just couldn’t get enough of their music or see their movies too many times, they were just so talented and seemed so genuine in all their interviews. 

so when the coronel called saying he had an opportunity for more publicity and money via doing a duet with ‘some other singer big with younger folks’ and the name (y/n) (l/n) spilled through the phone he nearly passed out, believing he was in another dream and would be woken up any moment.

but here he stood inside the entrance of a recording studio, his idol somewhere in the same building, just hiding behind one of the many doors “hello there!” a man in his upper 30s rounded the corner at the end of the hall, his dress shoes squeaking against the freshly waxed wooden floor “I’m (y/n)’s manager, the names James Edward brown but y’all can just call me Jamie” he gave them a smile, giving each man a firm handshake before turning towards the coronel “you must be the man I talked to on the phone? it’s a pleasure to meet you- well both of you, uh let’s go talk business, ah?” he was jittery, words blurring together as he began to lead them down the hall, nearly skipping with how many jumps were in his steps.

“oh! Mr. Presley, (y/n) is just right upstairs, you just take that elevator up to floor one and go into the first door on the left” he briefly stopped to point and gesture out directions before continuing to move down the hall, coronal doing his best to keep up with him leaving Elvis by himself.

his nerves started to get to him as he waited for the elevator to stop, reality set in, yet it was all still like a dream as he exited the metal box. opening the door the manager had told him to go into, the bundle of nerves only grew as he walked down a small hall and into a room that was decorated with various records and awards but what really caught his attention was the figure that was laid belly down on the floor, arm fishing around underneath the small couch that was pushed against the right wall.

 “damnit!” the voice he had only heard over tv and movie screens swear out, making his stomach jump as he played with his grip on the bouquet he bought for them- was bringing flowers too much? what if they thought he was weird? “oh! hey! sorry about that” he was brought back from his self-doubtful thoughts by the voice, blue eyes moving off the blue and orange flowers and on the figure that was now standing “I dropped my thumb pick and it bounced underneath there.. I think it’s gone forever haha” they dusted themself off, moving over to stand in front of him. 

he was nearly hyperventilating, it was surreal seeing them not only in person but just a few feet in front of him. cameras didn’t do them any sort of justice, he always thought they were good looking but no, they were drop-dead gorgeous “it’s alright, don’t worry about it sweetheart” it came out before he even fully realized what they said, like something possessed him and was making him reply, not that he’d complain since he felt as though he was gonna throw up if he opened his mouth again “oh! these are for ya” he held out the flowers.

“gettin called sweetheart and given gifts? I didn’t know any better I’d think you were taking me out for dinner Mr. presley” he panicked for a moment, believing that his doubts were right and it was too much but when they took the gifts with a big grin plastered across their face his worries melted “I’m (y/n) by the way, i know you know that already but it’s weird not to introduce myself. gotta say I really like your music! you’re really talented, I bought your records back when you were on with sun records” they set the gifts down onto the small desk in the corner and walked over to a bookshelf full of records, scanning through them before pulling one out and showing it to Elvis, who was once again on the verge of hyperventilating.

they knew his music, they’d heard and bought his record before he was famous. if this was a dream, it’d be the cruelest thing the universe has ever done to him “i- I can sign it for ya, if ya want of course” their face lit up, quickly moving over to a jar of pins on their desk “would you? I love it when musicians I meet sign my records, I hate asking though because some of them get..frustrated when I ask since they get asked to sign stuff all the time” “I really don’t mind signin stuff, I couldn’t do what I do without my fans..but I really don’t mind signing it for you, I'm actually a pretty big fan of yours” he confessed while taking the record and marker from them, scribing down words and his name before handing them back to (y/n).

“too my biggest fan, from your biggest fan Elvis Presley” the smile that grew on (y/n)’s face could’ve made anyone melt, the joy on their face being contagious and making Elvis smile too “well thank you Mr. Presley” “you can call me Elvis..Mr. Presley makes me feel old” he let out a chuckle as (y/n) nodded “of course! if you old, that’d make me like prehistoric and I am not ready to have magazines wonder how I look so young for being ancient!” they joked moving to put the record somewhere to dry without smearing the marker.

“you got anything you want me to sign, Elvis?” the shiver of hearing (y/n) say his name was quickly overtaken by disappointment “ah no, I didn’t wanna make ya feel uncomfortable” “oh that’s too bad, next time we met then?” next time this wasn’t just a one-time thing, they’d met again “alrighty!! everything seems ready and worked out, y’all ready to make some music!” Jamie and the colonel entered the room, Jamie's loud and energetic voice quickly filling the room “ready as I’ll ever be! come on Elvis, let’s make history!” 

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[bombshelllblonde]

hiiihihii!! im backkkk to tell u abt my rdr playthough bc im bored asf haha

¡love this game omg!! the graphics, the story, the details UGH!!!!

hunting is actually so fun for no reason- i bought so many fancy ass guns too 😭

also my play type whenever i play ANY story game thats open world is to do every possible thing every except the actual story so i get a bunch of stuff and then its so muvh easier

in short i have 6000+ dollars 😋

bonus of exploring everything is i got thw white arabian and i love her sm ‼️‼️ i named her pearl and she is my baby

dress up is my seconf favorite hobby

my fav outfit rn is the red vest w the floral pattern on the front (i forget what its called) n the black french dress shirt underneath + the bison necklace talisman

(also arthur w medium-long length hair n short facial hair>>>)

this game is so detail oriented, its kind of insane- im doing a high honor run atm, and i came across the blind beggar for the third (?) time and the blind guy said and i quote

"that is which killing you will finally help you, friend- to hear and see."

is this foreshadowing this feels like foreshadowing

also ik arthurs dies (bc of tiktok edits and fics, they artists in this fandom is amazing!!!) and im not prepared at all 😭 im going to procrastinate so bad 

ALSO CHARLES DESERVES SO SO MUCH I LOVE HIM

yk the hole lil speech he has at the campfire yk "most human beings seem to know why they were born but, for me- its seems i was just mean ton hurt and suffer myself" that one

im bawling istg if he doesnt get a good ending im going to be writing a formal complaint to rockstar games

anyways

tw opinions (ik bro its crazy to have opinions in 2024 whattt no wayy)

ive gotten to the point in playing where im in ch 3, and the only way i can progress the actual story is to help micah rob a stagecoach or whatever

micah is a bastard and i dont like him

him as a character is rlly well written and awesome but,,,,,hes,,,slimy,,and i hate him,,,,so he can wait for a little longer ☺️

my favorite characters rn in no particular order is

arthur (obviously) , charles , sean , javier , tilly , marybeth , and kieran

my pookies ‼️‼️

moving on im so sorry this is so so long 😭 idk anyone who likes rdr irl lmao

anyway hope u have a nice day and no wolves attack you and spoke ur horse who bucks you off a cliff

(in rdr btw)

((true story also))

yo, having 6k in chapter 3 is amazing. good for you!

my first playthrough i got the white arabian and i named her Lemoyne Tree as a tribute to the state of Lemoyne and my favorite post malone song Lemon Tree. But she always got super dirty so i then went to the lake next to Strawberry and tamed the red chestnut arabian. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that one, she's gorgeous and arthur always gets that one when i play it. my beautiful baby girl Diablo <3

also yes. heckin FUCK MICAH BELL. even from the beginning he's been a slime ball. hate that man <3

i won't go too far, but just keep yourself high honor towards the end of the game. you need that to be your first ending. :')

Charles deserves the absolute world. just listening to him speak and hanging out with him at camp, and the missions you continue on to do with him throughout the game are so much fun. charles is someone i wish i could have in my real life because he seems like he would be the best person to speak to and hang out with. he is so lovely and down to earth. even arthur says it a couple times throughout the game. charles gets a good ending i promise.

my top blorbos are Arthur, Dutch, Charles, Hosea, and Josiah Trelawny my absolute beloved <33333 just wait until you go on the mission with Charles to find trelawny. one of my favorite missions ever ever ever ever!!

a lot of people dislike dutch, but i love him so much. he is my actual father. i love him.

i also hate john. let me know how you feel about that little greasy weasel of a man. :)))

i'm so so so glad you're having fun and i am very invested, so please continue to keep me updated on what ur doing because i need to live vicariously through you. if i could erase my entire mind and replay the game over and over again for the first time, i totally would

[sirtadcooper]

I was tagged by: @matbaynton - thank you! <3

Tag someone you want to know AND/OR some of your besties.

This turned into a monster of a thing so I'm sticking it under a cut!

Favourite colour: I am rubbish at this question. I love various colours in various contexts, but at the moment I am really gravitating towards greens. Green is a colour I haven't paid much attention to before, but for some reason over the last few months I have taken an interest in it. I even bought a solid green jumper!

Last song: When Things Explode by Unkle. It's a song I first heard on an episode of Person of Interest and it's now on one of my YouTube music playlists. Takes me right back!

Last movie: I had to check my Letterboxd for this - that's how often I'm watching films at the moment! It was the 1995 version of Persuasion that I rewatched at the end of August. A film I only discovered recently but has become one of those instant comforting favourites.

Currently watching: Oh heck - I'm struggling to keep track, there are so many! I'm watching The English at the moment. Also Outsiders series 2, Taskmaster series 16, New Girl (on season 2), This Farming Life series 6 with my dad on a Sunday morning, All Creatures Great and Small series 4, Fletchers' Family Farm series 2, Schitt's Creek with @phantomviola (on season 5), The Musketeers (series 2) and Black Books (series 3) with @userdjarin and who could forget Our Flag Means Death season 2 which has taken over my brain! Along with all that I squeezed in a Primeval series 2 rewatch which I finished the other night. [slaps roof of my brain] this bad boy can fit so many narratives in it.

Other stuff I watched this year: HAH! I have an IMDb list of TV shows I've watched this year! It's long as heck! Silk, The IT Crowd, Black Sails, The Last of Us, Lost in Space, Endeavour, The Terror, Arrested Development, Community, Vicious, Prehistoric Planet, Why Didn't They Ask Evans?, Ted Lasso, Miranda, The North Water, His Dark Materials, And Then There Were None, Jonathan Strange & Mister Norrell, The Great British Sewing Bee, The Bear, Blackadder, 30 Rock, Chernobyl and The Expanse. And those are just the ones worth mentioning! And some of these I watched four times! Okay, one thing. Okay, it was The Terror.

As for films, it's a poor show this year - I haven't watched as many (see above for reason why). I have seen the latest Spiderverse film and I've love to see Barbie!

Shows I dropped this year/didn’t finish: The Mandalorian (sob!), Vikings (I think I was maybe an episode or two shy of finishing the first season but... man... I just wasn't having fun), My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (to be fair this might have been last year, I can't remember, but I know I stopped a few episodes into season 2), Fleabag (I watched one or two episodes... wasn't quite for me).

Currently reading: Darwin by Adrian J. Desmond and James R. Moore (about 100 pages in but I'm taking this one slow because I'm not hyperfixating on him) and Dead Famous by Greg Jenner which I am taking even slower. I've read quite a few books related to the Franklin Expedition this year (thanks, The Terror) and for a while I was reading pretty solidly but I guess that's what hyperfixation does to you!

Currently listening to: I'm not really listening to music much these days thanks to YouTube's annoying ad blocker pop-up so I'm typing this in silence, haha! But podcast-wise I'm doing great. Three Bean Salad is probably my favourite podcast at the moment. The humour is just too good, and I look forward to hearing the lads every week. I'm also binging The Rest is History which is a bit more serious but still has its fun moments. I'm also listening to Off Menu, No Such Thing as a Fish, The Bones Booth, Taskmaster: The Podcast, The Mariner's Mirror Podcast, and odd episodes of RHLSTP if I know the guest. I save podcasts for when I'm doing something like washing the dishes, walking or driving.

Currently working on: Now that the puppy I found at the end of August is vaccinated, she can go out and about, and that has led to me abandon the polymer clay for a while to return to a hobby that I haven't spent much time on since early 2020 at the latest. I wanted to make her some nice collars and leads so she looks smart for our walks which I will inevitably be photographing. I know it's kind of hard to see but I made this collar and lead for her.

I was a bit worried that I'd forgotten how to sew the leather but thankfully not. I have a few more straps of leather lying around that I'd like to make into collars and leads as well. And several rope leads that need whipping (you wrap thinner twine around the thicker rope to finish it and protect the end from fraying) but I'm having to take my time with those because the twine is murder on my soft, delicate, feminine hands. I can whip maybe four leads before my fingers are red. It's worth the pain!

Current obsession: Our Flag Means Death has taken over my life once again. Whatever happens in the finale next week, I know I will be a mess. Heck, I'm already a mess.

I'm tagging: some recent mutuals so we can get to know each other, but no pressure! @tigerballoons, @woofety, @jackharkness, @jddryder, @ajcrowleys and @skatingthinandice! <3

[riverxxxo]

Just like that ║ Steve Harrington

Parings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff to smut the back to fluff, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please) praise, language. Dom!Steve

Requested: no.

Rewritten and edited: July 15th.

Walking down the halls in school, you groan, your books heavy, as someone comes up from behind you snatching your books. It turns out it was no other than your boyfriend, Steve Harrison. You roll your eyes walking along "haha, real funny, Harrington. you could've got yourself punched, you know."

he would roll his eyes in response "uh huh.. Yeah, okay," you smirk as you get to your locker, opening it, Steve putting your books in, getting the others you needed for the next class. "Hey, doll, are you doing anything after school? Do you want to come over to my place? We can watch a movie.. Cuddle, anything you want really the parents aren't home.” You smile softly, kissing him, nodding, "id love that! I'll catch you later, okay, love?" he nods softly, smiling and waving at you. Nancy wheeler giving you a look rolling her eyes and turning back to her locker. She had always been jealous of you both because he asked you out instead of her. You'd sit in class for you don't even remember how long. It felt like hours. The bell rings, and thank God it was the day's last class. Walking outside, you see Steve leaning against his car, playing with a radio. Walking over to him, he smiles at you, showing it to you "look, I found it on the side of the dumpster, and it still works!" you love how excited he got when he found random shit. Smiling, you get in his car with him, Steve turning on his radio. One had on the wheel, the other on your hand as he drove you both back to his place, stopping to grab VHS copy of jaws on the way. Pulling into the driveway, you and Steve race to the door to see who could get there first; of course, it was him. Rolling your eyes, scoffing, "it's just because you have long legs."

Walking inside, Steve took off his jacket, hung it up, tossed the movie on the couch, and got a glass of water from the sink "it's hotter than a mother fucker out there," you'd laugh, nodding, getting a drink as well. Steve puts his glass on the back of the sink and walks over to the fridge warming up some fried chicken for you both that he bought last night. Both of you were pigs when it came to KFC. What can you say? It was good. Steve Cleaned the dishes, drying and putting them away. You walk over to the couch, getting it ready for the movie night tonight. He would smile as he walked upstairs to his room, putting the radio on his dresser next to the record player you helped him buy for his birthday. Smiling, watching him as you lean against the doorframe as he smiles, looking at you, proud to show you, "I think it looks good there, don't you think?" nodding softly, playing with the antenna of it, Steve standing behind you wrapping his hands around your waist. His head is sitting in the crook of your neck." I love you" you kiss his hand "I love you most, do you wanna play some music?" Steve nods, walking to his record player and putting on His billy Joel vinyl. You roll your eyes laughing at his song choice, looking at each other with love as you both start to slow dance, Steve humming along to the songs, his head on your shoulder. Swaying back and forth. He kisses your neck softly, his hands on your hips, dancing around his room, both of you smiling and laughing. It was the moments like this that you both cherished. And would cherish it forever. He would raise your chin with his finger kissing you lovingly as you both danced.

Smirking, he takes one of his baseball caps off his rack and sticks it backward on your head "oo, even sexier!" you both would laugh, falling back into the bed as you both stare at the ceiling, thinking about things. "You know we've known each other for year's man. It's sorta trippy to think about it." Steve said, his arms above his head. You nod softly, laughing with your hands on your stomach. "Funny how we grew up together, then your ass decided to catch feelings" you playfully punch his shoulder. Steve let out a fake whimper pouting and rubbing the spot "well, I couldn't help it! You did the same!" you smiled, kissing him, and he would reach over his hand on your cheek, rubbing it softly, kissing you back.

The kissing soon turned into a make-out session. Steve groaned, sucking on your bottom lip, his moans raspy because he was tired. "Are you sure you want to y/n?" You'd nod softly, kissing him, "always with you darling, forever you." Grabbing your ass, you'd be kissing Steve as you reach down, undoing his belt and taking his jeans off, Steve undoing the clasp of your bra, pulling it down your shoulders, kissing from your neck to your collarbone, to the curve of your breast. His hands ran up and down your sides, the sheet half-covering you. Smiling, you kiss him taking off his shirt, kissing his chest, kissing down to the band of his boxers, pulling them down. His cock springs out, hitting his stomach, letting out a quiet, raspy moan as you grab it, jerking him off "oh fuck yeah, suck it, please." you'd smirk living your lips “as you wish, dear.” licking a stripe up his shaft, taking him into your mouth gagging a bit at first from his size. Steve grabbed a fist full of your hair, moaning as you sucked him.

Hollowing your cheeks out, swirling your tongue around his cock just the way he liked it. "Oh yeah, I really like that. God, you look so pretty sucking my dick" you'd moan around his cock, sucking faster, your hands running up and down his sides. All the pretty sounds coming out of his mouth were like heaven. You'd look up at him, his head leaned back in the pillows, hair all messy. Taking him out of your mouth, a trail of saliva trailing from his tip to your lip as Steve pulls you on top of him, panting. "can I fuck you?" you'd nod as he holds himself ready as you sink down on his dick, whining as you did letting out a soft moan as you start rocking your hips back and forth, Steve helping you. His hands on your hips, helping you rock, letting out a groan. "fuck, just like that princess. You know how to make your boy feel good." you'd let out a blissful moan, your hands on his chest. Steve was biting your neck, wrapping his arms around you as he just Fucking pounds into you. You'd let out a scream of pleasure, "oh fuck, baby! Just like that, fuck me as your life depended on it!" the bed frame slamming off the wall, Steve flipping you both over so he was on top, wrapping your legs around his waist pushing deeper into you earning a gasp from you both followed by a moan. His face was contorted in pleasure, his hair a mess. He loved how tight you were, how it gripped his cock. Your fingertips digging into his shoulders, feeling every muscle that moved when he trusted, you felt so full with him in you, loving the way you made him feel and how he made you feel, it was complete bliss. You could never get enough. He would smirk as he tilts his hips just enough to slam into your sweet spot.

Earing a scream from you. He always loved how loud you were. Feeling you clench around him, kissing you hard and sloppily thrusting harder and deeper as you came around his cock moaning his name. Steve groaned, kissing your neck, nearing his end. His thrusts were getting sloppy, throbbing in you. His cock twitched, begging for release. You loved that Steve was vocal, especially when he was about to come, his cute little whimpers.

"I love you, baby. I'm going to cum.." His face buried in your shoulder, his thrust getting sloppy, his tip kissing your cervix as he lets out a quiet moan followed by a whimper and a sigh as he releases into you. His hair stuck to his forehead. He'd pull out and lay with you for a few minutes making sure you were okay as he got up, getting a towel to wipe you and him off with. Laying back down next to you. Pulling you to him, "I love you, y/n," you'd smile into the kiss, snuggling against him "I love you the most, Stevie." he'd smile, running his hand up and down your back. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he would ask nervously once again. He was always afraid of hitting you. You shake your head no, kissing his chest "no, love, you didn't hurt me. It felt amazing. I promise you, if you were hurting me, I would tell you to stop." he nods softly, smiling a bit closing his eyes snuggling against you, his record warped on the player playing warped music now because he decided to have his lamp shining down on in. Steve was getting up only in his boxers, cussing up a storm because it was all wavy now. All you could do was smile and laugh.

Ft the video because I feel like it fits with that scene

Taglist: @sorrowbridge @eddiemunsons-girl

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