#and washes me when im in my shower chair and holds me steady when i need to stand. t4t disabled love is just so nice :'))))

[catgirlwizard]

I used to laugh at that one 'get me a girlfriend so i can deactivate my tumblr' post but then i got a crush on this guy and literally made a tiktok account just to watch videos he sent me and i started using twitter and instagram more cause he didn't know what tumblr was and I wanted to get him to look at hot selfies i posted and trick him into falling in love with me (which worked btw, not the trickery part just the falling in love bit). And that was about a year ago and we've been dating about 9 months now and i haven't even updated my tumblr bio since i was 23 (i just turned 25) and i didn't even know there was a tumblr live function and im so out of touch with this site jdkfghdsf. its so weird not being as active on here when I was addicted to posting here 24/7 as a teenager. and its mostly because the time i used to spend on here is now dedicated to hanging out with him and being an adult with responsibilities and having hot transgender gay sex :') and like. laundry and cooking and taxes and stuff. idk. can a tumblrboygirl and a former teen tiktok star really fall in love? apparently, yes they can <3

[doasyoudesireandlive]

hold me please?

Summary: You are sick and supposed to go out with your best friends.

College!AU, friends to lovers

Pairing: Stucky (platonic. or is it???) Stucky x reader (platonic. who are we kidding here?)

word count: 1304

warnings: fluff, flirty!Steve, flirty!Bucky kissing, sickness, talk of being drunk, pining lol

Not beta read or anything. All mistakes are my own, english is not my first or everyday use language so if things seem wonky - thats why!

You huffed and wrapped the duvet tighter around you. You felt like shit. The feeling of guilt and sadness washed over you when you thought about having to cancel tonight. You, Bucky and Steve was supposed to go see a movie and eat together. It was a monthly ritual to you, three best friends just enjoying each other’s company. You felt sick to your stomach when you opened up the texting app on your phone.

Y/N:

Hey guys <3 so sorry but I’ve gotten sick so imma need a raincheck… but please go without me! Wouldn’t wanna ruin your evening… <3

You tossed your phone away as you felt tears stinging in your eyes. For the last couple of months you had felt something more than friendship blooming. The butterflies in your stomach having a freaking mosh pit whenever you hung out with Bucky and Steve. And the fact that you felt the same for both of them honestly freaked you out a little bit. “Am I that greedy?” you thought to yourself.

You also knew that the boys didn’t look at you like that. You were their doll, blossom, sweetheart and baby – but nothing more than platonic. The first time you met then had been so embarrassing. You close your eyes and the memory pops up into your mind, like it has so many times before.

First day of college and you had managed to fall face first onto the floor. Books and papers flying everywhere and the sound of laughter surrounds you. You feel your face flush and the tinge of embarrassment make you feel sweaty and gross. Then suddenly you’re pulled to your feet, large hands on both sides hoisting you up. On your right side, a tall blonde. Icy blue eyes meet yours and a faint smile is playing on his lips.

“Careful, sweetheart. Are you ok?” he asks with real concern. You blush even more and try to rip loose.

“hey, take it easy, doll! Wouldn’t wanna faceplant again would you?” a teasing voice say to your left. You turn, and see a tall brunette on your left. You huff a little, steadying on your feet now.

“Im fine, thank you.” You duck your head and rip out of their grip, collecting all your belongings. Not without both boys helping, handing you all the stuff that you spread out on the floor. Finally you have all your stuff and sit down on the nearest vacant chair. The boys flop down beside you.

 “Hi, I’m Steve” the blonde on your right says.

“And I’m Bucky” the brunette on your left chime in.

“I’m Y/N” you say as you duck your head again, the shyness really kicking in.

Both boys hum, and the class begins.

After that day, it has been the three of you. Like peas in a pod. The sound of your phone dragged you out of the memory.

Stevie:

Oh, baby <3 so sad to hear that, feel better soon! ILY <3

Ugh, why did he have to be so cute. You bit your lip while you replied.

Y/N:

Love you too, Stevie <3

Tossing you phone away once again you huffed loudly. You felt like shit, and you smelled like… well not good. Dragging yourself to the shower felt like running a marathon – but you did it.

Fresh out of the shower and feeling a bit less shitty you find some food and go sit on your bed again. You are looking for a movie to watch when your phone chimes again. You snort when you see the ID.

Bucky, the handsomest fella ever:

My poor blossom <3 feel better! ILY <3

Bucky had changed his name in your contacts when you were drunk and discussing handsome guys.

“No, doll. I AM A LOT MORE HANDSOME THAN THAT DOUCHE!” he yelled while holding your phone away from your reach. You had been texting with a boy in your literature class, Thor Odinson. You laughed loudly at Bucky’s antics.

“What, Barnes? Jealous much?” you smirked.

Bucky stared at you, his face inches from yours. “Maybe I am… Doll” the last word came out more like a whisper. You gasped and looked down at his lips.

Steve swayed into the room, with too much snacks in his hands.

“We need to eat! All the snacks!” he slurred out, trying to sound like he gave an order. He didn’t realize the situation he came barging into, and he made no effort to do so either. He simply planted one big wet kiss on each of your cheeks. Buckys first, then you.

“KISSES FOR EVERYONE” he yelled and ripped open a bag of chips. You and Bucky looked at each other for another second, before bursting out in laughter and both of you peppering Steve in kisses.

Smiling at the fond memory you reply to Bucky’s text.

Y/N:

Love you too, Buck <3

After that, you finally found a movie to watch. It wasn’t good at all, causing you to fall asleep. Sometime after you woke from the doorbell. Frustrated you mumbled to yourself about pesky neighbors as you walked to answer the door.

Ripping the door open and huffing out an irritated “what?!” a smile appear on your lips when you see who’s standing there. Steve and Bucky both look at you with big smiles, hands full of bags with snacks and drinks.

“Hi, doll. Hope we can enjoy our movie here? With our best friend?” Bucky tipped his head as he asked, looking all kinds of handsome. You merely laughed and looked at Steve. But his eyes was not meeting yours, they were preoccupied eyeing your bare legs up and down. Glancing down at your outfit you suddenly remember that you’re only wearing a big t-shirt, panties and fluffy socks. Clearing your throat, you look at Steve with amusement in your eyes.

“See something you like, Rogers?” you hear Bucky huff out a laugh as a blush creeps up Steve’s neck.

Straightening his back, Steve looks you square in the eye, smirks and says;

“Sure, do sweetheart”

The butterflies are definitely doing their thing by now and you step aside to let them in.

“Well then. Come in handsome” you smirk at Steve. He eyes you up and down as he walk in. Bucky on the other hand looks very amused.

“Doll” he whispers as he kisses your cheek, a little too close to your lips to be friendly. The he just strolls in like he owns the place.

The flirting is soon forgotten, with all three of you on your bed. Arguing over what movie to watch and stealing each other’s snacks. The boys are discussing the gearing on the car in the movie.

“Steve, there is no way that the racecar has like 18 gears! 18 gears, that’s just ridiculous!” Bucky is so enthusiastic about it, making you and Steve laugh.

Both men turn to you and the fondness in their eyes make your heart beat faster. Suddenly feeling fatigued again you shudder.

“Hold me please?” you say in a small voice. Soon two arms wrap around you. Bucky and Steve caging you between them and you hum with content. You relax in their touch, closing your eyes. Soon lips are pressing to your cheek. Then your neck. Both boys peppering you in kisses, your heart is ready to jump out of your chest at this point.

“Boys…” you mumble, to content to really care that this feels like a lot more than friendly.  

“Shh, relax blossom.” Bucky’s gruff voice send shivers down your spine.

“Sleep now, baby” Steve says, planting a final kiss right in the corner of your lips.

As you relax again and drift off, you can see two hands intertwining over your stomach. One flesh, one metal. You hum softly and fall asleep.

[elysianslove]

what would the jjk characters’ reactions be if their girlfriend walked in on them jerking off 👀 or other way around, they walked in on their gf masturbating to them JSHSJSHSH

DJHSDJS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. it’s whore knee hours 😼 

nsfw under the cut, my loves! it’s really filthy. also, all characters are aged up if they aren’t already 18+. if there are mistakes in this im sorry vdhsdjs

ITADORI YUUJI 

walking in on him; probably screams or something tbh. he’s not used to doing it ever since you two got into a relationship and have been sexually active, but the past few weeks and you’ve just been so busy, and yuuji’s so needy 🥺 but he doesn’t wanna bother you 🥺 so he takes matters into his own hands literally and just settles back in bed, sweatpants down his hips, shirt lifted up to reveal his entire chest, and hard cock in his hand. he’s actually rushing through it because it somehow feels wrong and he just wants to rid himself of all this sexual frustration. he’s diligently and roughly stroking himself, and it’s really obscene: the noises his hand is making, the way his hips can’t seem to stop thrusting up, the loud grunts and gasps and whines that can’t stop leaving his lips. and just before he tips over the edge, as he feels his stomach tighten, he hears the door open and your cheerful voice greet him. he screams. like yells out, but he’s also? cumming? weirdly enough? he’s too dazed as he comes down from his high to mind your teasing smile, with his heart beating to loud in his chest, and he welcomes your pretty mouth kissing up the trail of cum he’d left on his chest.

walking in on you; gets really flustered but really cocky at the same time? when he came home tired and walked into the bathroom to wash up he hadn’t been expecting your body in the bathtub, touching yourself, moaning out his name. you’ve clearly been doing this for a couple of minutes because of the speed of your fingers and oh my god are you fingering yourself? he’d been quiet when coming into the bathroom, only announcing his arrival at the front door, and it doesn’t seem like you notice his presence. he watches as your back arches, hips pushing leniently into the curve of your fingers, and you let out a frustrated whine. no, sob. you cry out his name against desperately and yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever been this horny. the initial shyness and shock has long since worn off and all he wants to do is bury his fingers in your soaking cunt instead. when you cry out again, in frustration, and pull your fingers out, he immediately kneels by the bathtub, meeting your eyes with his as he feigns a pout at you and says, “aw, can my poor baby only cum on my fingers?” he’s pleased to see you’re not even a little shy about it when you frown deeply and nod desperately. 

GOJŌ SATORU

walking in on him; is not in the least bit shameful, just spreads his legs wider, throws his head back to let out another moan and says as he smirks up at you, “you’re more than welcome to join.” he’s not shy about masturbation, and he’ll even talk to you about it. this mf probably loves mutual masturbation as is. but anyway. you’d probably just left for the store, for ten minutes, and you come back and his head’s thrown back on the couch, cock in his hands as the sweatpants he wears have been pushed down to just beneath his balls. he’s being loud, like he’s giving you a show, and as soon as you enter the living room, he lets out a particularly loud grunt, thrusting his hips up. you’re not even sure if he’s dramatizing it or if it really feels that good. he’s doing it slow too, taking his time, thumbing the slit of his pretty cock and smearing the precum all over the pink head. he really is giving you a show, and god are you eating that shit up. he stares you down as he squeezes and strokes, and then, he says, “if your mouth’s gonna hang open like that, might as well put it to use and stuff it.” vdhjsdsjds gojo brainrot. 

walking in on you; is so, so, so teasing about it. if you’re doing it to give him a taste of his own medicine, expect to regret it when your ass is tainted with his handprint and you’re full of his cum. but if you really are innocent about it, he’ll tease you endlessly, saying things like, “pretty baby couldn’t wait for me?” and “so eager,” and “so needy,” with a grin and a tut. he lowkey highkey loves it when he comes home and walks in on your bedroom to see your legs spread out for him so nicely, your fingers stuffing your messy cunt, your nipples all perked up and your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat from the exertion. he watches for minutes on end, and when you finally notice him, and you squeak in surprise and attempt to cover yourself, he grins and shakes his head, grabbing a chair and placing it right across from you so he has a perfect view of your spread legs and says, “i wanna watch you cum.” he’s so. shameless about it omg. if you take too long though he’ll just swat your hand away and eat you out till you can’t feel your legs <3

RYOMEN SUKUNA

walking in on him; i don’t think he masturbates, like, ever. if he’s ever horny he will just grab you, pull you aside, and fuck you. like he’s not ashamed about it. even if it’s in public, he will find some way to put his dick inside you. but! let’s say you introduce the concept to him and it’s a day where you’d just left him alone for a few hours, so he decides there’s no harm in trying. he hadn’t expected it to feel this good. granted, it’s not your mouth or cunt, but he’s still fully in control of his pleasure. he kinda gets lost in the feel of it all that he doesn’t notice you coming back home. you stay so silent, and watch the whole thing as he throws his head back and cums all over his hand and stomach, and he does it all while saying your name and if that isn’t an ego boost idk what is. he gets so embarrassed, but displays it in a different way. he just gets angry at you basically, for catching him, and when you laugh at his reaction. last 😃 straw 😃 good luck walking tmrw <3

walking in on you; oh shit okay. listen. he will absolutely get mad. like wtf only i am supposed to give you pleasure??? if he walks in on you, like yuuji, desperately trying to fuck yourself with your fingers and finding no way to reach your orgasm, he won’t do shit. he’ll just stand there with his arms crossed as you fail to reach your orgasm for the nth time and it’s literally just humiliating at this point. you’re sobbing and your cunt’s a mess, your entire tight and trembling with the build up of arousal. you can tell he’s aroused too. you can see it actually, but he makes no move to satisfy himself, and you honestly think that seeing you like this is doing it for him. the breaking point for him would probably be hearing your broken voice just sob out a mixture of a chant of his name and please, just desperate and wanting. and then, oh boy does he give it to you. makes you orgasm so many times, makes you see stars all night, just as a reminder of who you really belong to. what a sadist i love him lol

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

walking in on him; he probably does it every once in a while because he’s a teenage boy?? (still aged up here). but he only does it to relieve himself, not for anything other than that, no ulterior motive. just to rid himself of, well, his horniness. probably the type to do it in the shower because he does not like any evidence that he ever did it. he’s hunched up underneath the water, the steady flow of it hitting his back, while he has one hand steady on the wall before him, and another wrapped tightly around his cock. he’s panting and gasping, and oh, megumi would make the prettiest sounds when he cums i just know it. probably looks gorgeous too. he doesn’t hear you come into the shower because he’s so close, shit, this feels so good — and then he feels your hands come around his waist, spinning him around and his hand’s still moving but his body’s gone into absolute shock. he hears you whisper, “let me see you, baby” and he just absolutely loses it. his face scrunches up, heat blossomed on his chest and cheeks as his hand moves rapidly on his cock, milking himself and spilling all over your stomach. when he’s well spent his head falls into the crook of your neck, and he’s just letting out tiny little gasps when you say, “you’re so pretty when you cum,” and god, is he in love with you. 

walking in on you; so. shy!!!!! omg!!!! you’re probably on your bed, on your stomach, ass in the air as you rub your clit. your thighs are smeared with your arousal and your hand and palm are outright drenched and megumi feels his mouth dry, his pants suddenly way too tight. you don’t notice him for a while, and he’s just too in shock to move, until you tilt your head and catch him staring. you lock eyes with him, then sink a finger into your pussy, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open into a silent gasp at the intrusion. megumi’s gone crazy like his brain’s malfunctioned. but that wasn’t even the worst of it. when you start to fuck yourself with your fingers, and then bring a second one inside, you moan out his name and he just succumbs to all his desires, walking slowly over to you and lightly massaging and caressing your thighs and ass, watching up close as you continue to fuck yourself. then, gently, he takes your wrist in his grasp and pulls your fingers out, lightly brushing against your soaked folds as he hums, then says, “let me.”

INUMAKI TOGE

walking in on him; he’s actually really open about it? like he just doesn’t care. he will get a little flustered if you catch him in the moment, but that’s only for a few seconds. like he’s just doing his thing, stroking his dick and reveling in the flood of dopamine that’s overwhelming his brain, squeezing the base, tightening his fingers around the tip, urging more precum out. when you walk in, he freezes momentarily, his hand flying to the base of his cock and just shuddering lightly as he holds back his orgasm. and then he just sighs, leaning back again and stroking rougher, encouraging you to come closer with a simple look in his eyes. your mouth is almost immediately around the tip of his dick, and he just holds you there as he strokes himself, watching as you suck on just the tip. you’re a sight for sore eyes like this, and when you meet his eyes, his eyes fly up, accidentally shoving his dick further in your tight, warm mouth and cumming down your throat. he doesn’t even give himself another second to catch his breath before he’s pushing you down onto the bed, kissing you so deeply, his cock already hardening again.

walking in on you; the same way he’s so nonchalant about himself masturbating, he doesn’t mind if you do it too. it’s understandable how sometimes you just want me time, and he tells himself if he were to ever catch you he wouldn’t really react in any way. he is wrong 😃👍🏼. just like he’d pushed your mouth around his dick when you’d once caught him, he immediately rushes to you, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other guiding your fingers deeper inside of you as his mouth latches onto your clit. his mouth??? his mouth!!! sinful!!! he eats you out like a starved man. the idea is so filthy though, like you’re fingering yourself and he’s fondling your breasts and teasing your nipples, his mouth and lips sucking so harshly on your clit and you’re so fucking wet you’re soaking the bed beneath you. the orgasm that hits you is mind blowing, and imagine your surprise when you pull your fingers out, expecting him to pull his mouth away as well, but he just replaces your fingers with his own, pushing you down harsher on the bed and continuing to pleasure your oversensitive body oof.

end note; um n e ways 😏 if you guys want other characters with this lemme know bc brain: fried :D

[javisjeanjacket]

Hoax - (Poe dameron x fem!reader)

Folklore series Part 4/4

A/N: im so sad this series is overrrrr! Hopefully this is a fitting finale piece. I loved writing such emotional fics and loved seeing you all love them too:) this one is mostly angsty with a splash of fluff. go forth and be emo my babies.

If i used your gif or image let me know and I will give you your cred! :)

Warnings: uhhh none?? did hailee finally write something family friendly??? who is she we don’t know her. 

Word Count: 2.7K

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'Poe, please.' Tears streamed down your face in twos and threes. Your lips quivered and you crossed your arms over your chest. 'Give me a reason to stay and I will.'

Poe's mouth opened and closed. He could see the end barreling towards the two of you. He could envision you packing up your things and how the door would hiss closed after you left him. A twinge of guilt shot through his heart as he remembered himself wiggling into his flight suit and you sleeping alone in the bed next to him. Pressure boiled in his ears and his heartbeat throbbed against his eardrums.

The pilot suddenly jerked up from his pillow, his mouth gaping and his eyes awake. His mind turned softly from dream to reality and he looked quickly to your side of the bed, vying for the promise that his fear had just been a dream.

You slumbered there next to him soundly. Your fingers stretched out across the sheet towards him, your hair laying in a mess around you.

Poe's heart still thumped wildly against his chest and he could feel it in his shaking hand. He reached out and gently tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. He hadn't had those nightmares in several months; ever since you had gotten back. 

Since you had returned to Base, all of his dreams had been rose-colored; except for last night. And the night before. And the night before that. Reliving his nightmares made anxiety rise in his chest, but he quickly swatted it away. Looking over the image of your sleeping figure, he was struck by your complete beauty. How you still reached for him, even in sleep. He had memorized every curve of your face and how the light glinted off of your hair. He was able to take you with him even when you were apart.

The General took a steadying breath, then twisted and flung his legs off of the bed. He stood, stretched, and meandered to the closet for a change of clothes.

~~~~~~~~~~

Poe yawned as he thumbed through Black Squadron's flight logs from the day before. He sipped on his steaming cup of caff and squinted his bleary eyes. He set the glowing datapad on the Mess Hall table in front of him and rubbed his face.

The pilot never seemed to feel overwhelmed, even in the heat of battle and the panic of a dire situation, but waiting for your answer to his dramatic deceleration on the beach had seemed to twist his soul into halves. His constant anxiety made him jumpier than he had ever been before, and when  Finn sat in the chair next to him, the pilot jerked in his seat.

"Poe, it’s just me." Finn teased and clapped a hand on his friend's back.

Poe shook his head, his unruly curls falling across his face. "Sorry, I'm just..."

Finn nodded and sighed. "Yeah, I know." The ex-stormtrooper bit his lip and shifted his weight in the chair. "You're probably not ready to hear this but,"

Poe's fiery eyes jumped off of the datapad before him to meet his co-General's.

"We have to send her to Black Spire. Like...today. During briefing."

Poe's eyebrows tensed and he licked his lips as the news washed over him.

"We need her to gather support from the allies that may be left out there. There's nothing we can do. No one else knows how to do what she does. It has to be her."

The many times he had left you to fly amongst enemies for the sake of the Resistance never seemed to weigh on him as heavily as Finn's words did.

"There's no one else who can go?" Poe asked, his voice edgy with pain.  

Finn's warm eyes fell over his panicking friend. He tucked his lips into his mouth. "If anyone else could do it, they would be the one to go. Leia put off sending her out as long as she could and I don't want to do this to you guys, but...we have a First Order to destroy." Finn's hands moved in the space between the two Generals to emphasize his point. "We need her on our side, not just on your side." He said gently.

The Yavinite man nodded that he understood. "How long will she be gone?"

Finn shook his head. "As long as it takes."

Poe's breathing became shallow. "Better make sure her ship is in good shape then." He stood from the table, his caff and datapad still resting there, and walked quickly out of the Mess Hall.

Finn sighed deeply and rubbed his temples. Gathering his friends things to him, he stood to get his own breakfast.

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The 'bring, bring' of your alarm pulled you out of sleep's embrace. You moaned and turned over in bed to silence your blaring holomessager. The device stopped it's noise and you sighed, your eyes still firmly shut. You rolled back over and reached out for the warmth of Poe's body, but you were unable to find it. You peeked one eye open and saw that you were alone in your shared bed. Panic rose in your throat before you strangled it and forced yourself to take a deep breath, to think logically.

'Calm down. He would have woken you up if he had to leave. He's probably just eating with Snap or something.'

Your eyebrows furrowed and you groaned as you sat up. You blinked several times, absorbing the light and the day ahead of you. 

***

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, your worry pushed you towards the Mess Hall. You felt sure that your pilot would be there, already dressed and half way through his breakfast, talking with his Squadron and saving a warm cup of caff for you.

You turned the corner into the dining hall and became alarmed when your gaze never landed on Poe. You caught Snap and Kare's attention though, the couple waving hello as you passed on your way to the serving line.

Kare noticed you first and waved back warmly. Snap quickly caught on and waved to you as well, his mouth full of food.

You snickered at Snap, returned the wave, and waited in line for your breakfast. After taking your tray from the serving crew, you grabbed a ripe joganfruit from the dismal collection of fruit options, and quickly moved through the hall to sit across from Snap and Kare.

"Morning, Wexleys." You smiled as you slid into your seat.

They both nodded and returned the greeting.

"So, how's everything going?" Kare asked, her eyebrow raised.

Heat rose in your cheeks. "What do you mean?"

"You and Poe. It seems like it's going well." Kare suggested.

You nodded. A flash of Poe's fingers clutching your hips so tightly they turned white under the dim light of the Millenium Falcon zipped through your thoughts. You took in a deep breath and replied, "Yeah, it's going well."

Snap's cheeks rouged as he looked over your expression. "That's good to hear."

The tops of your ears turned red and you began to pick at your meal.

"I told Snap the other day that I really missed going to festivals and markets with you. You have better taste than all of us combined." Kare said, quickly changing the subject.

You laughed, "Remember when we went to that one on Hoth?"

Kare snickered as the memory flooded back to her. She doubled over in joy, "Why did we even go to that one?"

You chuckled and held a hand over your mouth that was now full of food. "And remember that guy that tried to sell us ice?"

The three of you erupted with laughter, annoying the sleepy Resistance members scattered across the Mess Hall tables. 

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"Okay, okay, is everyone here?" Finn's voice boomed over the horde of loyal Resistance fighters.

A murmur ran through the crowd, each checking for the other, and your eyes searched again for Poe.

Finn began before his co-General appeared. "Welcome to Morning Briefing, let's get started." The ex-stormtrooper stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest. "We've got a big day today. Just last night, a transmission came in from one of our scouts in the Outer Reaches."

Your eyes were trained on the commanding Finn when a familiar arm snuck around your waist. You looked from Finn to see Poe wiggling in between the crowd to stand beside you.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you." You whispered, reaching your lips up to his.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was working on your ship.” He met your lips softly, holding your neck in his hand.

The kiss was quick, but Poe's eyes stayed locked onto yours.

‘Why would he be working on my ship? I haven’t been assigned anywhere-’ Your thoughts built quickly to an unwanted conclusion. 

You turned to look at Finn as Poe moved his lips to the curve of your neck. Your chest hitched with worry. 

"Poe..." You said, gently hit your arm against his stomach.

The man reached another arm around you and drew you even closer to himself.

"Baby, do you know something you’re not telling me?" You whispered, tension building in you chest. 

Poe pulled you so close that his stubble scratched against your soft cheek. His lips continued their dancing over your neck.

"Please, answer me." Your voice broke.

The co-General refused, his hands pressed tightly against the flat of your back.

"Poe." You repeated, your voice now stern. You pushed your body away from him and dread overcame you as you saw his expression.

Poe's eyes were red-ringed, watery, and swollen. He could barely hold your gaze.

‘No, no, no, no.’ Your vision began to swirl. 

"Y/N?" Finn called, interrupting the tsunami of panic washing over you and your boyfriend.

You looked from Poe to Finn and back to Poe again. "Yeah?" You called.

"You're heading to Black Spire today; gaining support from our allies there." Finn said, his eyebrow cocked.

You nodded. "Oh, uh..." You glanced back at the defeated Poe Dameron. "Yes, General."

Finn nodded and continued with his assignments.

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The same rucksack you packed years ago, after the heated tears and chilled words exchanged between you and Poe had driven you apart, sat on your bed once again. The muscle in your chest seized, screaming at you to leave it empty, to throw it back into the closet.

Your eyes wandered over the bag and instead of the thinning fabric and frail seams, you saw Poe's smile, beaming and obnoxious the night you made up. You saw him as he was years ago, the very first time he had to leave without you.

You could still hear his reassuring voice, feel his gentle hand on your cheek. 'I think the people we love and the people who love us were once apart of the same star. So, no matter how far I fly or what happens to either of us, we will always be two parts of one.'  His smile lines took up his entire face as his thumb brushed gently over your eyelid.

You squelched the emotion behind your eyes and took a shaking breath. You heard Poe meandering through the closet behind you, pretending to look for any forgotten items of your clothing.

You chewed the inside of your lip and picked at the loose skin around your fingernail.

The man you loved walked slowly up behind you and softly placed a sweater on the bed.

"Sweater." He whispered, his voice crackling with emotion.

A tear ran quickly down your cheek and you looked up from your finger to the far edge of your bedroom. A shelf of your plants sat in the viewport, now doomed to die at the hands of the constantly distracted Poe Dameron.

The General's eyes looked over your features and he gently moved both of his arms around your mid section. He pulled your body to his, resting his chin on top of your head.

You squeezed your eyes shut, relishing in the comfort of him just one more time.

Poe sighed heavily, working to keep his grief pushed down below his throat.

Your tears plopped onto his shirt, creating a pool underneath your cheek. "Why do we always end up sad?" You whispered.

Poe shook his head. "I don’t know.” He let out a deep sigh. “There's no other sadness in the galaxy I love more than you, though." He choked out.

Your chest pounded against his. Everything in your mind crashed into each other. All of your thoughts came plummeting down from their shelves and into an abyss below. You swallowed.

"I guess it doesn't matter now, but...I was going to say yes." You rubbed your running nose on your sleeve.

The pilot's breathing caught, your words colliding with him. "You were?" His voice broke.

You nodded. "I was always going to, I was just afraid. I didn't want..." Flames of emotion licked up your throat. "I didn't want something like this to happen." You began to sob. 

Poe paused, swallowing your words. "Sweetheart, this...this has broken me down."

You nestled your head into his chest, your fingers wrapping around the chain around his neck. 

"I keep having nightmares about..." Poe nodded to emphasize what he was trying to say. "About the last time.  I've got it in my head that we're going to end up happy and old together, but things just keep pushing us apart. I just...I can't let go of it." Tears spilled from his dark eyes. "But I guess," He choked. "I guess I have to."

"Don’t let go of it. Please." You whispered.

The pilot ran a big hand over your head and down your back to rest at the space around your waist. He pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head and rubbed his hands up and down your chilled arms. "It’s just not our time, sweetheart.”

You pushed away from his chest to met his eyes.

Tears decorated Poe’s tan face. 

You reached a shaking hand out to brush the droplets from his skin. A unrelenting wave of grief washed over you.

Poe reached out to grab your outstretched arm. He placed a soft kiss on the beat of your wrist. “Let's get you to the hangar bay." He whispered, his eyes falling from yours to the growing space between the two of you. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

EPILOGUE

Light from the warm Yavin 4 sun beat down over Poe Dameron's broad shoulders. His muscles tensed as he wrenched the old X-Wing fusion reactor from the ship.

The low call of a flock of Whisperbirds sounded over the treetops surrounding Poe's home and he looked up from his work to watch them pass.

The ex-General tucked his graying hair behind his ear and scratched at his long stubble. His dark eyes fell over the small home he had built himself, it's large windows lit up with the mid-day sunshine. His mind wondered from his work, jumping to thoughts of the woman he loved. How young he had been then, how overzealous. He could still hear her laugh and feel her head resting on his chest. He swallowed tightly as he remembered the heartbreaks they had shared. The cracks in his chest she had put there still ached when he tugged at them too harshly. 

His thoughts were soon interrupted by the screeching of his daughter, running clumsily down the front steps of his home towards him.

Poe smiled and swung his leg back down to his ladder, climbing down to greet her.

"Daddy! Daddy!" She called, her small arms reaching out towards the pilot.

He bent down on his busted knees and wrapped her in his embrace. He placed a kiss on her soft cheek and squeezed her tightly to him. "Did you eat a good lunch, Eida?"

The little girl grinned and giggled. Her tiny hands played with themselves and she danced in place. "Yes, Daddy. Can we please play X-Wing now?"

Poe smiled and stood as his wife followed the black-haired child down the back porch stairs and towards him. "Let's make sure Mommy says it's okay first."

Never in his life had Poe Dameron expected to outlive the Resistance. Never had he expected to have a daughter and a wife and a home he loved. 

You choosing to love him even when it was beyond diffucult, gave him the chance at a new life, a different one. You slid into his embrace easily, just as you had hundreds of times before, and placed a kiss on his stubble-ridden cheek.

"Daddy, please!" Eida cried, her patience wearing thin. Her tiny shoes created happy circles in the dirt as she squirmed. 

"Okay, okay, let's go." Poe surrendered. "Go get your little flight suit." He motioned back towards the house.

You smiled and shook your head as your daughter ran back towards the house to grab her makeshift flightsuit.

"I love seeing you work on your old X-Wing." You whispered to your husband.

Poe squeezed your side softly. "Yeah?" A warm smile pulled at the sides of his lips. 

"Yeah," You smiled. "It reminds me of the good old days."

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[remindmetohaveherdrugtested]

Once upon a time

Title: Once upon a time

Prompt: Everything seems to be going perfecrly so why do you feel the need to self harm after being 'clean' for so long? A reader insert where the reader is struggling with self harm again and Morgan helps.

Author: remindmetohaveherdrugtested

Tags: #reader insert #Derek Morgan #Comfort

Trigger warnings: #self harm #blood mention #murder/kidnap #mild swearing

Sat in the back of the SUV, you rest your head against the cool glass of the window and stare into the small gap between Derek's headrest and the cars' frame. Your eyes focused on the steering wheel, held steadily in place by his hands, before flicking back to the oncoming traffic.

Your mind wasn't really there. It was flicking between a million and one thoughts that were barely forming before the next one took over. You should be happy. You had exactly what you wanted from life; a happy little family, a job that you loved, a beautiful house and friends that you could count on. So why were you feeling so numb? Once upon a time that was all you dreamed about.

"Are we almost there?" A sleepy voice from the front broke you from your thoughts and you moved your head.

"About 10 minutes" Dereks steady voice answered, not taking his eyes off the road. "I wouldn't go back to sleep if I were you".

You watched him glance quickly at Spence beside him who looked like he was about to fall back asleep at any moment. It was 2am and the case was quite urgent according to Hotch and Garcia. Derek had swung by to pick you and Reid up as neither of you drove and the rest of the team wouldnt be long.

It wasnt long until the SUV was pulled up beside the rest of the team who were just starting to grab their go bags from another SUV to board the jet. Quickly stretching, you hopped out of the car and went to the boot to pull out your black bag and sling it across your shoulders. "We good to go? I need to get some serious sleep before we land" You asked, forcing a tiny smile at the rest of them. You barely waited for Hotch to nod before you were walking up the steps to the door and entering the cabin.

Immediately you slung your bag into the overhead bin and then settled yourself onto the sofa out of the way, watching as the rest of the team joined you. Each member put their bags away before settling down in a chair. It wasnt long until the jet was airborne but you knew you wouldnt land for a couple of hours and it would be a half an hour drive to the hotel.

"I'll let you all get some sleep shortly. We're headed to Texas" You knew that already from the call that Garcia had made earlier. "We think we have a cold case re-emerging. 10 years ago 2 brown haired, blue eyed and low risk women went missing. 5 years later their bodies were found having only died recently. 5 days later 2 more victims went missing and their bodies have just shown up. If the unsub sticks to their schedule the next two victims will go missing in 5 days and we will loose the trail again. The victims both looked to be kept in relatively good condition, cause of death was a single stab wound through the heart. Crime scence photos are on your tablets to have a look at and then you should try to get some rest" Hotch finished.

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It was 7pm and Hotch had sent everyone back to the hotel for the night. You stood in the onsuite bathroom and stripped quickly to shower. As you got out you caught a glimpse of your arms in the mirror. Thin silvery lines marred them and although the last time you had cut yourself deliberately was years ago the lines had not fully faded yet. Your fingers traced them slowly. You weren't proud of it and no one else on the team knew about that part of your life. The familiar urge took hold of your chest. It was a deep and sinking feeling. Like you couldnt breathe. You knew that harming yourself would get rid of the feeling. It would allow you to feel anything other than the numbness that had taken over recently. Usually you were able to push away the urges, breathe through them and distract yourself but today was just different. You were tired of pushing them away and you just wanted it to go away.

Almost in a trance your fingers had found a razor and was removing the blades from it. It was like you were watching someone else draw on your skin. Watching blood trickling down your arms, as if it were rain on the windows. The pain was fresh. It felt good to be able to feel anything other than that pressing feeling on your chest and numbness.

The second the razor touched the side new feelings rushed through you. Guilt. Panic. Anger. How could you give in after so many years of being clean? How would you hide this? Why did you even feel this way when every part of your life was, by definition, perfect.

"Shit. Shit. Shit"

You spun around and shoved your arm into the shower, wincing as the running water touched the fresh wounds and watching as it took away the blood.

Pulling the towel back around you quickly, you walked quickly back into the room and rumaged in your bag to pull out some bandages you kept in there for minor injuries in the field. As you pulled the bandages out there was a loud thud as your bag fell to the floor onto your foot and you swore loudly but didn't pick it up.

With experienced hands you started bandaging your arm up. You'd banaged injuries up all the time in the field but this being from yourself made you feel a wave of guilt again.

The silence in the room was broken by a few raps on the door.

"Uh yeah?" You called trying to quickly pin the bandage in place.

"You alright? I heard some thuds and swearing" Dereks deep voice came through the door.

"Oh, uh ,yeah. Just dropped my go bag on my foot" You tried to laugh it off but something in your voice must've given you away because a moment later the door cracked open.

"Are you sure Y/N?" Dereks voice was clearer with the door cracked.

"Yeah yeah, it'll just a little bruise" You said, rushing to pull the towel around yourself so that he didnt see everything. You closed your eyes and sighed as you realised you had answered too quickly and your voice had cracked.

The door opened slowly before softly shutting. "Whats wrong? You've seemed a bit off all day. Did something else happen?" He paused, his eyes glancing over you and resting on your bandaged arm which was trying to help keep your towel in place. "Y/N?" His voice trailed off and he walked quickly over to you "What happened?"

"I happened" You muttered, turning away and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You happened? What did you do?" Derek half laughed, clearly expecting you to have fallen or walked into something. His eyes narrowed as you didn't reply. "Y/N?"

You felt the slow burning prickle behind your eyes and felt a tear roll down your cheek. "Nothing" You snapped and turned. "I-uh-Sorry, Im just tired and was a bit clumsy"

You felt a soft hand touch your shoulder. "Doesn't seem like nothing. Why don't you get dressed and we'll talk about it?"

Your hand clenched around the towel as you became painfully aware that you were still naked with nothing but a towel around you. You nodded but said nothing as you got up and grabbed the pyjamas that were at the foot of the bed and walked quickly into the bathroom. Your eyes caught site of the bloody blade lying in the sink and you fought a wave of sickness that arose from it. Quickly pulling on your pyjamas, you turned the tap on to wash the blood away and the dropped the blade out of sight. You didn't need more temptation.

Re-emerging from the bathroom you saw Derek had moved your bag onto the chair and had perched himself on the end of the bed. You walked around him and on the side of the bed.

"So are you going to tell me what happened?" Derek slowly turned around to look at you although you determinedly avoided his gaze.

"Lapse of judgement" You muttered. It wasnt a lie but it wasn't the most straightforward answer. It didn't deter Derek.

"You can talk to me you know. I won't tell anyone and I might be able to help."

You laughed. It was cold and seemed hollow even to you. "If I knew do you think Id be in this mess."

The bed moved and you looked up as Derek sat beside you and slowly wrapped his arms around you. It seemed to break some dam inside you that you had been holding back since he had knocked on your door and tears began to stream down your face.

"I didn't mean to" You whispered. "I haven't in so many years. I was doing well but I just lost my focus. It wont happen again. Please don't tell the others"

Derek pulled you in closer and you turned to press your face into his chest. His heartbeat was comforting. "If you don't want me to tell anyone then I won't" He said simply.

"Im just so numb and it just happened and I just wanted to feel something again. I don't know why because everything is perfect so I dont have a reason to feel like this and why should I have any reason to do that" You rambled coming to a halt with a look of disgust on your face.

"These things happen. It can happen to anyone" Derek soothed. "This line of work is tough, even on the strongest of us. And these feelings can hit anyone. Even those who think everything they have is perfect. Theyre normal"

More sobs racked you body, getting stronger and stronger. It was like you lost all control. "Please" you sobbed. "I just want to feel something. Help me feel something"

Derek pulled you up the bed and pulled you into his chest. "You had a slip. Everyone has relapses. It doesnt mean anything. You'll get through this. I'll be there for you. Always"

You had no more words to say, what else was there to say? Instead you buried your face in his chest and continued to sob until you felt tiredness overcome you and let it take you off into nothingness.

When you woke up, Derek was gone. At the bottom of the bed you saw a pile of fresh bandages, a small tube of antiseptic cream and a note. Picking up the note, you quickly read through it.

"Baby girl,

Once upon a time is the start of a story. You have to keep fighting to see the end."

[nctrenjunie]

Angel~ Haechan x Reader (M)

Author: Sera

Pairing: Mafia!Haechan x Reader

Genre: Smut

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The fact that it felt like a humiliation wasn't really what made you feel this strong desire to kill him. It was the loss of respect and control that drove you crazy to the point that just from sitting still on the chair he commanded you to sit on your blood started to boil up. 

His dark sinister filled eyes matching yours that were sternly fixed on his rapidly movements through the room, walking from wall to wall, trying to figure out what to do know with his thoughts and you. The gun that he was fidgeting through his hand made you surprisingly nervous as the small sound of the trigger rang through your ears once in a while. 

 The lack of reaction you gave him, with a slight scoff and a smirk didn't surprise him, knowing you trusted him. Still, it pissed him off, knowing that there really is someone who doesn't fear him, that could read him like an open book, someone who even he couldn't shoot a bullet through the head. 

He wanted to make you feel as transparent and readable as he felt, the moment as he saw you pinned against the wall, one of his workers leg between yours whilst the servants and the man could see right through his face. The pissed, furious look plastered on his face, mixed with a hint of betrayal, not really coming from your side but from his underling that thought taking chances on his baby would bring him somewhere else than waiting for his death in the big mansion off his once boss. 

Wanting to make you feel as humiliated as he felt he made you sit down in the middle of one of the living rooms in the mansion, making sure that it was middled enough for everyone that was pacing near the living room to hear your cries and moans later. The gun was still pointed carelessly against your head, his index finger on the trigger as he finally started to talk.

”Care to explain to me what happened angel?” 

He knew what happened, he went to watch the CCTVS after the incident, leaving you waiting there for him, dress pulled down on the shoulders, showing of more of your cleavage that it should be if it wasn't for Haechan.

 “He started touching me, I pushed him away,  he pulled on my dress and pinned me against the wall, trying to seduce me to runaway with him, for you to give him money to get me back, dumb boy, you came in, some of the servants behind you. The rest you know yourself. Stop being a fool and try to show dominance by pointing a gun at me. Now let me go, I want to shower.”

He kept steady, satisfied with your obvious answer but overthinking your words about him trying to show off his dominance.

 “Aren't you the same Y/N? Always trying to show how much control you have over me at every little moment you get the chance to. We are the same angel.”

 You knew where this was going to go as he started to move the gun down against your jawline and then to your neck, touching over your shoulders before gliding the gun firmly over your cleavage down to your heart where he unlocked the gun, letting the click of it echoing through the room. Your eyes were locked the whole time, not like the gun that was slowly gliding down the rest of your body to your core as he suddenly lifted his hand up, shooting up at the ceiling, breaking the lust filled silence as he let the gun fall down to the floor leaving you in semi shock from the shot.

”Now behave for me angel.”

 “I thought we were the same, shouldn't you behave then too, angel?”

 “Heaven already lost an angel when I signed up honey, don't follow my way to hell since you're the only way up for both of us.” 

Hachean didn't left you time to think about his words as he yanked you up from the chair, pulling your legs around his waist. The kisses that he crashed against your lips were quick and sloppy yet passionate and long enough to claim the dominance over you. Your hands were wrapped around his shoulder, tangled in his soft hair that were getting messier every second whilst his hands were making their way up to the hem of your dress, rapidly undressing you, leaving you in confusion. You stopped the kiss, pulling away as your hands went down to his cheeks.

 “Aren't we gonna go to the bedroom? I don't think it's a good idea to do it here.”

 Smirking at your words Haechan let you down, letting the dress fall down to the floor as his hand went down to your core, touching over your underwear. You didn't even realise you got so wet until Haechan pressed against the damp fabric, spreading a welcoming feeling from your clit up into your stomach. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, using the other one to pull you closer before making its way back to your clit, this time leading it underneath your underwear, sliding two fingers over your slit, leaving you squirming from his touch.

 “That's your punishment angel. Everyone will hear you scream my name for me and only mine, companied by your angelic moans.”

 You weren't even surprised by your lovers attitude but now more likely busy with keeping your moans down low as you were already struggling with the volume of your noises. Haechan took of his pants and boxers, blouse still on with the two first buttons unbuttoned as he kept rubbing his finger over your slit, keeping his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it. Moving you backwards you felt his big member against your belly before he threw you down on the couch, landing on you and making sure not to hurt you. 

You tried to relax into his touches, feeling his cock against your inner thighs now as you let your guard down, slowly moaning into the feeling of his two fingers on your hole. A loud scream escaped your mouth as he suddenly rammed both fingers deep down your pussy. Keeping the fast movement you couldn't help yourself to squeak out loud lust filled screams, pinching your nails deep into his forearm.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck...Haechan please, its too much..” 

Haechan didn't stop his movements adding a third finger, filling his ears and probably lot more with your loud euphoric screams as he grew bigger with every second, slowly growing impatient and just wanting to ramm inside of you rapidly to get both of you to a full filling orgasms. 

Seeing you roll back your eyes and stop your breathing for a second Haechan abruptly takes his hand away from your body, pulling your underwear to the side before slowly moving his cock inside your hole, making you scream again. You lay there, already fucked out as you start to scream your lungs out again. Haechan starts to pant with you, moving his hips not fast but hard enough to ramm himself deep down into you, feeling your walls clench every moment around his dick. Knowing you are close and wanting to come with you he speeds up. 

“Youre my little dirty angel, right Y/N? Screaming out my name for everyone to hear, letting everyone know how good im fucking your brains out.” 

His words make you cry out even louder feeling your high approaching. Haechan puts his hands on your hips, holding you still to ramm himself with his last thrusts into you, bringing both of you to feel the relief of your orgasm. You feel him pull out, cum spilling out of you on the expensive couch. His passionate kisses falling onto your lips before you drift of to sleep.

“Sleep tight angel.”

[voidselfshipp]

The Copper Wars

Chapter 3

Tw:MC gets triggered.

By the time it was night jerico had finished the blueprints for his New invention.

A thirty feet tall robot, called The Forge, he couldnt wait to make It,but first he should change,and Grab something to eat,maybe even go to town and see whats up.

He took a quick shower,and changed,walking to the kitchen with his cats following behind him

--Hey guys whats up--jeri said non chalantly.

The mercs couldnt help but stare, he was wearing tight black pants,a dark green sweater, his hair tied in a bun while some stands fell loosely on his face.

--We uh...we were just about to eat-- engie mustered up, Serving the food.

--Nice, oh also! Ill go into town, anybody wanna come with me?

The men , except for pyro,soldier and heavy looked at eachother,before an argument broke out about who should accompany him.

--ya should let me go!, im super fun to be around!

--What ye goen ta get is this little shite talking yer ears off-Demo said drinking from his beer.

--Oh yeah? Well ya cant even stay still!youre drunk off ya ass!

--Id offer myself,I could use a break from workin'

--Ja!so would I!

--I zhink I could use some fresh air zoo

Jer stood there thinking--What if all of Us go?we could also use it to know eachother.

The mercs look at eachothern,and with grumpy looks they nodd.

And so, after eating off they went to town.

When they arrived the place was absolutely bustling with life,in the main plaza there was music playing, and jerico really wanted to dance!

The tune was so catchy!, and it reminded him of how much he and his dad would dance.

He took a quick look to his companions,but he could tell nobody was onboard.

So he just,stands there, pouting and his arms crossed.

Until a hand softly poses on his shoulder,he looks at engie who smiles and lends out his gloved hand.

Jer suddenly smiles, a huge smile on his face as he takes It.

The rest couldnt help but feel their chest warm up,he had a beautiful smile.

The music changes to a more softer one,and engie sweats bullets as jeri puts his arms around his neck.

--oh shit sorry i--

--No no,its alright uh aint used to dance with a Man thats all

--Theres always a first time,though if you want you can go back with the rest

--Its alright...this...this is fine

Both danced slowly,hesitant and unsure,but eventually they warmed up,and absolutely Killed it!.

Jerico was having so much fun.

Suddenly the texan Man dips him in, and he hugs his neck as jeri feels hes going to fall.

Engineers arms hug his waist,and with red cheeks they got back on their feet.

The texan knew hed get teased by scout, but seeing his companion happy made him feel giggly like a schoolgirl.

While walking through the local feria,jer fidgeted as he saw the stalls,so Many Many pretty things!.

He ran around, scout following him as he also got excited by all the things people sold.

--anyzhing Catching your interest?--spy sneaked behind the New merc, his french accent made a shiver run down his spine.

--Beejeezus!you scared me!

--my most sincere apologies,but please answer

Jeri just shrugged--Nothing really I mean they are pretty but,nothings like...'wow I want to buy that',besides you dont need to get me anything

--Consider it a welcome gift,if you need anyzhing or change your mind,let me know,our revoir

And the frenchman left.

While the rest were exploring,jeri sat on the empty stage, he then saw a Man,struggling to get his kid to calm down, the same Man was trying to play something on his guitar to no avail.

So he approached the dad, and asked if he needed help.

--You can try

Unaware of his team watching him, he sat on the floor with the kid,And softly played the guitar.

Jeri smiled,the kid mumbled things in what could be understood as spanish, and an idea appeared on his face.

--Hoy voy a hablarte

De mis héroes, que me vieron crecer

Desde el león que se hizo rey

Hasta la princesa que rompió la ley--He sang,gaining the kids attention--

Si me preguntas a mí

De ellos aprendí

Que hay personas por las que vale la pena derretirse

Que todo es posible, incluso lo imposible

Las virtudes a veces están bajo la suficiente

La belleza esta en el interior

Recuérdame aunque te diga adiós

Debo dejar de ser algo que no soy

Llorar me tranquiliza los problemas de la vida

Elimina de tu vida si elimina tu sonrisa

Hay una lágrima por cada risa

Eres más valiente de lo que crees

Porque tenemos que crecer

La segunda estrella a la derecha todo recto hasta el amanecer

Aférrate a aquello que te hace diferente

Si esperas el momento oportuno, era ese

Ohana significa familia, familia estar juntos siempre

Que tu alma libre esté

Que nunca es tarde para ser joven--his team had Walked closer.

The kid slowly calmed down as he sang, and quietly joining him.

Jer had a huge smile on his face,pouring his heart and soul as he sang with the kid who did the same,enjoying the music-- Boo

Sigue nadando

Sigue nadando

Quiero ser cómo, tú

Hakuna matata

Vive y deja vi bibidibabidibu

Hay un amigo en mí

Tan blandito que me quiero morir

De ellos aprendí!

Both ended their singing and the kid started to giggle and laugh, jerico gave the Man back his guitar and watched them walk away, with a warm feeling on his chest.

--recruit is good with little kids--heavy said.

--back in my home I had a lot of siblings,you end up learning I guess

And they spend the rest of the night enjoying the town.

Once back at his bedroom, just as hes about to sleep, he notices a pacage on his desk.

How...how did that get in here?

He got out of bed and Turned on the desk lamp.

--Que carajo...?--(what The fuck?),he then opened the small box to find a beautiful book,with carved details,painted gold.

'Since you too design things I figured this would suit you best.

Spy'

Said the note on the wrapper of the box.

He smiled and left it there,already too tired.

He then when back to bed, and fell asleep with his cats on his chest.

The morning sun filtered through the old blinds,jer hears his alarm go off,smacking the button of his alarm with a groan.

Suddenly he jumps as loud noises and shouts reached his room.

--la re puta madre!--he cursed sitting Straight,vica stands on their two back feet and with his front paws Cling to his unbuttoned shirt.

Jer picks them up,as illa jumps on his shoulder,and he walks to the source of the noise.

--Can I know what the fuck is going on?--Jerico asked,grumpy and a bit anxious.

--zhis idiot tried to Cook a pie,and somehow left zhe fork inside of it--medic said looking at scout.

Suddenly, scout screamed at the top of his lungs to defend himself,with a stupid argument.

Jer jumps back and hugs his cat, who purss and licks his hand.

His breath hitched as hes barely able to say--scout shut up!

His broken voice is enough to make the whole Room shut up and look at him.

--leetle Man feels bad,whats up?‐-heavy tried to Grab his shoulder but jeri stepped away.

--Scout give him a glass of vater-medic approached jerico softly, guiding Him to sit on the table--...how jou feeling now?

The New merc drinks the glass of water as he brokenly tries to steady his breath.

Vica sits on his lap,and illa jumps on the table, purring into the hand thats holding his head.

--I...I think im alright--jeri straightened his back--sorry,shouting And and loud noises make me anxious, try and Keep it quiet for now please?

--Ja, Ve'll zry, oh, by zhe vay,breakfasts ready

Engenieer was so kind to make the New merc breakfast with some home made applepie(without the fork inside of it)

Jerico Drank his tea, while his carts sat besides him curled up in a ball.

--So,jerico right?--engie said

--Yeah,whats up?

--Why dontcha tell Us about yourself huh?

Jers hand buttonned Up his shirt as he finally realized he was still in his pjs.

--Well,i moved in with my dad when I was a teen,worked in a bakery--scout chuckled condecenfingly--wich means I can make better pies than scout,and I Will not leave a fork inside of it,a part time artist, when I was like....twenty I did my phd in Steam powered engenieering,and when I could id go learn blacksmithing in one of my dads Friends house,nothing much

--nothin freaking much?!--scout said surprised-- you learnt blacksmithing and you think thats nothing much?

Jeri laughed snorting--well yeah blacksmithing is pretty cool

The Bostonian boy sunk in his chair and hid his face with his cap, as his cheeks Turned Pink.

--Oh and engie,I have the blueprints done,we can get to work in the wiring after this

--Alrighty then!

The rest of the breakfast was spent in quiet chatter, and jerico went to take a shower, closing the courtain.

The warn water hit his body and his shoulders and back relaxed.

He stretched his neck and washed his hair.

After the bath, he changed and went to Grab the blueprints and the notes he'd made in the notebook spy gave him.

He Walked to the door of his room,feeling excited to make this proyect of his into reality.

[raiswriting]

dancing with your ghost

inspired by this song

warnings: symptoms that are similar to mental health issues like depression but never explicitly stated

genre: pure angst sorry

pairing: lucas/yukhei wong x reader

summary: ummm heartache???? basically the aftermath of a ‘hey let’s pretend to be dating bc i need someone to take to this wedding and you need someone to scare off your ex’ type of story

word count: 1582

a/n: lmao i am reposting this because it absolutely flopped the first time hehehe ALSO i made a playlist to go with this story. the first half or so is the same playlist that is mentioned in the story then the second half is more about the theme of it. i put way too much effort into it but i hope you enjoy it!! 

there was an emptiness that couldn’t be filled

an ache that couldn’t be soothed

a feeling of nostalgia for what never was

honestly you couldn’t be sure if this hole in your chest was a bad thing anymore. you’d grown so used to it that the thought of one day living with out it seemed so fantastical and out of reach. you found a sort of morbid comfort in the sorrow

time has slipped away as routine comfortably took its place. mondays became indistinguishable from wednesday or friday. the only thing separating saturday and sunday from the rest was the lack of work.

your thoughts drifted from the idea of getting up and taking a shower or even just washing your face to the cup of tea that’s been sitting on the coffee table and once more to your phone lying next to it. it lit up with yet another text message to which you would send yet another half-assed response of ‘id love to get together but work has been super busy lately and i need a me weekend.’ you wonder how many more ‘me weekends’ you’d be able to have before someone saw through it.

you just couldn’t have that face to face conversation with any of them. how do you explain that none of it was serious. or that all he needed was someone to take to family get-togethers for when his uncles would ask about his love life. or that you had grown so used to his hand in yours that the emptiness you felt when he wasn’t there scared you. or that you missed him. how could you look someone in the eyes and say that you had not only lost a love but also a best friend. how do you describe that hurt. how do you say that you feel unlovable. how.

you couldn’t say those thoughts aloud because as soon as you did they’d become real. he would really be gone. and happy. and in love. and you would have to admit that you were hurting. you’d have to admit that it was really over.

so instead you lay here on the sofa. and keep it all in. sometimes you can’t help but remember him. and how happy he’d been.

the knock on your door drew your attention from the sheet of cookies ready to go into the oven.

there he stood in the doorway with a smile so bright that it put the stars on the clearest of nights to shame.

‘hey y/n’ he pulled you into a warm embrace. the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. strong and inviting, the prefect reflection of his personality.

‘hey lucas. i wasn’t expecting to stop by today.’

‘yeah i just wanted to share some good news with you. like really good news. like i came here as fast as I could kind of news.’ he spoke so excitedly as he followed you back into the kitchen.

‘well spit it out,’ you reply while placing the sheet of cookies in the oven.

‘i found someone,’ his smile wider than ever.

you almost dropped the sheet of cookies as you took in what he said. you knew this day would come. the day he would find someone to actually love and care for. the day he no longer needed you. but still you hoped and prayed that maybe there was something there. maybe the secret touches shared between just the two of you actually meant something. that maybe he’d choose you.

he didn’t.

‘so get this. i was walking into the coffee shop on seventh street that me and you usually go to. and i bumped into this gorgeous girl and spilled her whole coffee so i offered to buy her a new one.’ he rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the floor. ‘so cheesy and cliché i know. but y/n this girl. we talked and talked and she made everything seem to….right. when I looked into her eyes i just felt…’ he sighed and leaned against the counter.

‘…like everything just seemed to make sense for once.’ you finished the sentence for him as you checked on the cookies.

‘yeah exactly’ he didn’t even try the hide his love struck expression. it was clear as day that he was really falling. ‘when i talked to her it was so easy. almost as if we knew each other for years.’

we did.

you looked him in the eyes for the first time since he broke the news and forced a smile to your face. you couldn’t even fathom the idea of ruining this for him.

‘lucas im ecstatic for you.’

‘really?’

‘of course. if there’s anyone who deserves true love and happiness in life, it’s you.’ and you meant that. it just hurts that he found it in someone else.

‘and hey. at least now you actually have someone to take to all your family functions.’

he chuckled lightly, ‘yeah you’re right. i don’t know if your cheeks could handle another one if aunt maya’s pinches.’

‘the pinches i could handle,’ you say as you forced a laugh out, ‘but I’d have to buy a gym membership if i had another dinner at your parents house.’

‘it’s not my fault mom loves insisting on third helpings’ this time he let out a full real laugh, remembering all the shared glances between the two of you at a dinner table. wondering how you could possibly eat another slice of meatloaf.

‘we can celebrate your new found love with some cookies, if you’d like. they should be done in a minute or two.’

the smile dropped slightly from his face. ‘oh y/n. i’d love to really but i promised angelina that i’d meet her again for coffee. i just stopped by the tell you the good news.’

‘of course, of course. you should get going then. a love like this comes around once in a life time.’ and who am i to stand in the way of someone living their lifetime.

lucas cast a sympathetic look before pushing himself off of the counter and embracing you once more.

‘thank you for everything y/n. seriously. you’ve helped me out so much. if you need anything let me know.’ his cologne was still so strong. and it hurt to know that someone else was going to experience it like this.

‘that’s what best friends are for lucas. you’ll be the first person i call when im sick and throwing up everywhere.’

you could feel him chuckle lightly before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

‘you got it y/n.’

the door shut, leaving you alone.

your hands shook as you took the cookies out of the oven and set the tray in the stove top. they shook as you turned it off. they shook as you took off the oven mits. they shook as you ran them down your face only to find them wet with tears. and they shook as you lowered yourself to the kitchen floor.

your hands were steady now and found their way to that playlist like muscle memory. you had long since deleted all the photos of you and him. but you just couldn’t find the strength to delete this. he had made it for you before the whole fiasco of pretending to be together had ever crossed either of your minds. he said that ‘these song remind me of us.’ and maybe you had gotten your own hopes up. maybe you had searched too deeply between the lines of lyrics. maybe you looked so hard that you had only found what you wanted to. because they were just songs. songs of bad timing and unrequited love. but at the end of the day still. just. songs.

as they played throughout the room. filling the stale silence as your body began to move, lifting you from the couch. your gaze landing on the sweater which rested on the arm of a chair. it was his. he had left it accidentally when spending the night here one time. you had meant to give it back for some time now but haven’t been able to. everytime you had gained the courage to call him and ask him over, he was busy. eventually you stopped calling. and he stopped texting. stopped checking in. so there the sweater sits. still smelling of him.

your body began to move once more reaching out for it and pulling it close to you. maybe if you breathed in enough of his scent, it’d feel like he was here with you again. of course it didn’t but it was as close you could get.

your hips swayed to the rhythm. as your feet worked their way around the living room. stepping over pillows and discarded take out. you danced for the first time in what felt like years. you felt the tears fall but paid them no mind. still clutching the article of clothing impossibly close to you, you sang along with the lyrics.

Yelling at the sky

Screaming at the world

Baby, why’d you go away?

I’m still your girl

Holding on too tight

Head up in the clouds

Heaven only knows

Where you are now

I stay up all night

Tell myself I’m alright

Baby, you’re just harder to see than most

I put the record on

Wait ‘til I hear our song

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost

a/n: there it is. i was listening to this song today and got super inspired and just had to write. there’s also a reference to a hobo johnson song if you can find it ;) thanks for reading. let me know if you’d like a prequel to this when reader and lucas were together. i hope you enjoyed and pls feel free to leave constructive criticism. thanks, rai :)

[professional-benaddict]

forced nsfw ddlb with starkerstrange?

Im not a huge fan of forced sexual activities in ddlb, so it will all be consensual but I hope you like this nonetheless anon💕💕 ((and I apologise for being so slow with posting this ssksk im still slow and unproductive bc of the flu))

Daddies and husbands Tony and Stephen, 18+ Peter, ageplay, shower sex, anal fingering, handjob, fluff

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”Peter! Stop that immediately. The water belongs in the pool.” Stephen reminded the boy for the third time, so now his tone was growing more stern than sweet when he had first told the boy off.

The little family of three were spending the warm summer afternoon by their pool, lounging in the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the pool for over three hours now. Stephen and Tony were laying on sun chairs, tired after work and dozing off a little, while Peter was swimming in the large pool. The little boy had done a considerable amount of laps, but he was full of energy as he played with his water toys. It was like his skin was a sun panel and the more time he spent in the sunshine, the more he buzzed around like an excited bee.

”I’m just watering the grass, Daddy!” Peter tried to make excuses, putting on an innocent face as the water droplets ran down his nose and the sides of his face.

”The chlorine isn’t good for the plants, baby.” Tony argued, sitting up on the sun chair and making his way over to the pool side, gesturing for the boy to come over. ”Let me see your hand.”

With a little huff, Peter swam the little distance between himself and the edge of the pool, extending his hand for his Papa to see. He knew his fingers looked like raisins, the skin shrunken and wrinkled from the time spent in the water. It meant that play time in the pool was over and reluctantly, Peter got out like his Papa requested. At least the towel that Daddy wrapped him in was nice and fluffy.

“You go right ahead and shower, baby. We’ll be up in a minute.“ Stephen assured and gave the boy a kiss on his wet forehead before ushering him inside. While Peter padded inside, Stephen and Tony cleaned up by the pool side, bringing the dishes and such inside along with gathering up Peter’s water toys to let them dry.

Meanwhile, Peter stood in the large marble walk in shower in the bathroom by the master bedroom, staring at his erect cock and pondering what to do. He had felt funny all afternoon, but couldn’t quite figure it out and tell his Daddies about it. It was a tingly sensation, a heat in his lower stomach that grew hotter every time his groin had rubbed against his inflatable water toys as he straddled them. Peter knew his Daddies would help him out with anything and everything, but what about something that he couldn’t explain? Could Daddy and Papa fix something he can’t explain? And after being told off my the pool, Peter was even more reluctant to tell them, fearing that he would be scolded at again, maybe even punished.

Peter was so transfixed with his red and erect length poking at his stomach that he didn’t register Stephen and Tony when they also entered the bathroom, chatting fondly about their day as they removed their swimming shorts. It wasn’t until one of them spoke louder that Peter snapped his head up from his cock.

Peter’s Daddies were so handsome and the boy suddenly felt his cock growing harder and hotter as he looked at the older men in front of him. They were both naked and stood in all their muscular and handsome glory, a soft smile on their tanned faces. Even when Peter’s cock was fully erect and swollen, he was still smaller than both his Daddies limp cocks.

”You all right, handsome?” Tony asked, his brows knit together in a worried expression as he studied his boy.

”Yeah, I’m… I’m good, Papa.” Peter stuttered out, but Stephen was not very convinced and stepped into the shower, a knowing smile on his face.

”Pete, we see that something’s up. You know you can tell us anything, yeah? We won’t be mad, promise.”

Tony nodded in agreement to what his husband had said.

Peter considered his options again and looked down at his erect cock again. To both his horror and confusion, something white started leaking out of his cock, just a few drops, but still he blushed furiously. Peter almost looked sunburnt over his entire chest because he blushed so hard, a little whimper escaping his throat.

Stephen and Tony shared a momentary wicked look between them and agreed on a plan of action without even speaking, just through a silent nod and blink. Tony was the first one to move and left the shower for a moment. Meanwhile, Stephen moved closer to Peter and grasped his chin, tilting his head up so that they were eye to eye. The little boy looked anxious and afraid, his bottom lip between his teeth and fiddled with his hands nervously in front of his cock to hide the sight.

”Daddy…”

”Come on, tell me what’s going on, Pete.” Stephen encouraged gently, although with a little smirk on his face as he lapped up the sight of his flustered boy.

”I-I feel funny.”

”Funny in a sick way? You feeling icky?”

Peter shook his head softly, huffing out a heavy breath when Stephen brought him closer, nudging his muscular thigh in between Peter’s skinnier ones so that the boy could rut against him.

”You feel good then, little one?”

”It tingles, Daddy. Ah- it feels good.” Peter whimpered as he gained some courage and moved his hips to rut against his Daddy’s thigh. The movement sent sparks to his stomach and another few drops of white ran down his cock.

Tony returned then, with a bottle filled with a clear liquid which Peter thought was shampoo, but that turned out to be wrong when he poured some of it onto his thick fingers and then brought his hand in between the boy’s pale ass cheeks. Peter jumped at the invading touch, but didn’t pull away, because Papa could be trusted. Papa wouldn’t hurt him, but still Peter was unsure of what was going on and whimpered.

”Am I getting punished?” The boy asked shyly, mumbling the words into his Daddy’s hard chest.

”Why would you think that, baby?” Stephen asked, one hand in Peter’s wet and chlorine smelling curls and the other holding a firm grasp on his ass cheek to give Tony better access to the boy’s rosy bud where he was circling his slick fingers to relax the tight ring of muscle. Peter let out a choked moan, rising onto his tip toes and bucking his hips to rut against Stephen’s thigh again.

”Because- this is naughty?” Peter suggested quietly, sounding a bit breathy as he rocked back and forth between rubbing his cock and Papa’s fingers teasing his little hole.

”No, no, sweetie. This is perfectly normal.” Tony assured and finally pushed the first finger in, smirking at the moan that Peter let out. ”Your Daddy and Papa would never hurt you, baby boy. You just relax and let us take care of you, yeah? We are gonna make you feel so good.”

And Daddy and Papa were right. It felt heavenly and Peter’s head was spinning with the sensation of Daddy’s hand around his cock and Papa’s fingers in his ass. The boy still felt naughty and blushed and whimpered in embarrassment, but in a way that just added to the heat in his lower stomach, knowing that what they were doing was kind of naughty. After all, he was not allowed to touch himself down there and he had to have one of his Daddies clean him down there during baths and showers. Peter wondered if Uncle Steve also did this to Bucky, but did not ponder on it for a long time as he was so dizzy with arousal.

”Daddy! I don’t know what’s- It feels funny!” Peter cried out in fright as all of this was so new to him. Stephen and Tony knew, however, based on the boy’s high pitched whimpers and how tight his little balls were drawn up that he was close to an orgasm. They held their little one steady in their strong arms, but did not slow down the finger fucking nor the jerking motions.

”It’s okay, Pete. We got you, just let it happen. Don’t hold back.” Tony instructed and continued with toying with the boy’s prostate, enjoying the way the ring of muscle clenched around his two fingers. A few seconds later, Peter drew in a long breath, held it for a second and then cried out as he came, painting his own stomach and his Daddy’s fist with his white cum.

”It’s okay, it’s okay. You are doing so good, baby boy. We got you, don’t worry. Such a good boy for your Daddies, yeah? Good boy, Pete.” Stephen comforted as the boy mewled and whined through his orgasm, quivering where he stood on his tip toes and supported by his Daddies.

”How was that, baby?” Tony asked and eased his fingers out of the boy’s still spasming hole. ”You still feel funny?”

With a shy and tired giggle, Peter shook his head and practically slumped down onto the marble floor of the shower. He stayed there during the whole shower, playing with his water crayons and drawing on the marble wall while his Daddies washed his hair and body. When Peter was squeaky clean again, Stephen and Tony cleaned and washed themselves, stealing some lazy kisses from one another and groping at each other’s asses and cocks. Peter didn’t pay that any attention, as he was quite concentrated on his drawing of a shark, but he turned to look at his Daddies when Tony made a loud groan.

Peter eyed the two of them and his eyes lingered on their groins where their cocks were growing hard and swollen, just like his had been earlier. For some reason that he did not understand, Peter wanted them in his mouth, like a pacifier to suck on.

”That’s a scary shark you made there, little one. Good job.” Stephen praised, snapping Peter out of his little moment of staring at his Daddies cocks.

”Thank you, Daddy.” Peter replied politely and took the shower head that Stephen was offering and washed away the drawing of the shark before getting up and snuggling into the towel that Tony held out for him.

Now Peter just found his Daddies to be silly. After walking out of the shower together, all three of them dried their hair off and lathered themselves in after sun lotion. Peter, of course, got help from Stephen and Tony to do that, but it all took longer than usual because they continued groping one another, even biting each other’s earlobes and necks.

”You and Daddy are naughty.” Peter pointed out as Tony used the blow dryer to dry off Peter’s curls. Tony just winked down at him in response. ”Can we do it again, Papa? Please?”

Shutting the blow dryer off, Tony gave the boy a peck on his cheek. ”Next time, baby, because now it’s naptime.”

Peter tried to protest, but Stephen gave him a stern look as he returned with a pair of Pokemon boxer briefs and a t-shirt for him to put on. It was the perfect outfit for a nap on a summer afternoon. His Daddies were wearing even less though. They were just in boxer briefs and Peter had a feeling they would be ripping them off as soon as he fell asleep.

It felt a little bit unfair, but Peter trusted his Papa to keep his promise and that next time he could join his Daddies and they could all be naughty together. So, Peter didn’t protest against naptime as he was led to his bedroom by both his Daddies by the hand. His bed felt nice and cool as he lay down and immediately sought out one of his numerous plushies, holding it close to his chest.

”Sleep tight, baby boy.” Tony muttered against his temple, leaving a sweet kiss before pulling away so that Stephen could do the same.

”We love you, sweetie.”

”I love you too, Daddies.” Peter mumbled with a little sigh, giving a tired wave to them both as they stepped out of the room, dimming the lights before shutting the door.

[leelee10898]

Back to you: Chapter 21- Helium

*** Ok guys this is IT!! I know, I said Thursday, then Weds... But I just can not wait!!! Are you ready?***

Summary: Aria makes her decision between Liam and Leo. Tariq has been found but is it good or bad news? Someone gets hurt. Thing’s aren’t always as they appear and there are twist and turns in every direction!

Rating: Mature 

Chapter/song inspiration: Helium - Sia 

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**I wanted to play tough, thought I could do all this one my own, but even Super Woman sometimes needed Superman’s soul.**

The night before

Madeline Threw the pillow over her head trying to drown out the noise. The constant beating on the wall from what she assumed was the head board, the screams and moans were all to much for her. If she could rip her ears off she would. She contemplated banging on the door but if she knew Leo it would only fuel his fire to make Aria scream even louder. SHUT UP  she screamed. Finally after an hour it stopped. Madeline was pissed. “They will pay for that.” she mumbled to herself.

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The next morning Aria woke up in Leos Arms. She looked over at him sleeping and smile.  His untamed messy dark blonde hair was adorable, she wanted to run her fingers through it. She studied his face, the stubble that grew in over night on his chin, his strong jaw line that lead down to the slight dip in his chin. Those soft full lips she loved to kiss. She could see his strong muscular shoulders peaking out from the covers. She felt a feeling washed over her, something that made her feel safe, happy, fearless and like she was home. In that moment she knew, it was him, it had always been Leo, he was home for her. 

She wanted to tell him, but she owed it to Liam to talk to him first. She closed her eyes not letting the inevitable conversation ruin this moment. She opens her eyes to a pair of sparkling blue eyes staring back at her. “Good morning beautiful. ” he leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I could get used to this, waking up looking into your big beautiful brown eyes.” he stroked her cheek. “Mmm that sounds nice. ” she cuddled up with him, inhaling scent. Sweet and crisp, like a perfect mix of the ocean and a cool spring day. 

Beep beep beep

Ughhhhhh they groaned in unison. It’s already 12:00 pm Leo, we have to meet Jonesy at 2. “Ok, ok fine, you win.” They jumped up, Aria went back to her room to shower. She pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a flowing black tank top. She fidgeted with her fingers in anticipation. This was it, it was what they were waiting on, Tariq’s location. They were finally going to clear her name. She felt a nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach, her nerves were an absolute wreck Aria fought back the urge to vomit. She was pulled back into reality when Leo knocked on the door. “Are you ready?"Leo asked as he held out his hand. Aria took a deep breath. "Hey, calm down, its going to be ok.” He assured her. 

They entered the meeting room Leo had reserved. Bertrand and Maxwell were already there, with a middle aged man, balding at the top, a bit heavy set. He reminded her of an older, heavier Bastien. “Jonsey, how are you today?” Leo smiled as he reached out and shook his hand clasping him on the shoulder. “I am well sir, thank you for asking. You must be lady Aria. ” Jonsey held his hand out to shake her hand. “Yes, pleasure to finally meet you.” Aria shook his hand as they sat around the table. “Ok lets just get right into this.” Jonsey started, Aria gripped Leos hand hard. “We located Tariq in California, Los Angles to be exact.” He finished. “Splendid, Maxwell make plane accommodations we shall leave at once.” Bertrand insisted. “Hold on,hold on. There’s more.” Jonsey cut Bertrand off. “Go on Jonsey. ” Leo instructed. “As I said we located him. Im sorry to say, Mr Tariq, well he was deceased upon discovery. A single self inflicted gunshot wound. Local police have ordered a toxicology report to determine if he was under the influence of anything.” Jonsey told them.

 Aria’s blood ran cold, she froze, unable to speak.Consumed by many thoughts. Tariq was dead, he was gone and there was no way to clear her name now. The thoughts screaming at her on repeat in her head. Tariq is dead, hes gone. Tariq is gone. “I’m really sorry, once I receive a copy of the toxicology report ill be in touch.” Jonsey said, snapping his briefcase shut.  “This does not leave this room, none of you are to tell Liam, I want to be the one who does. Do you understand?” Aria spoke up eyeing each of the men sitting there. They  all  agreed. “Thank you for your time.” Aria shook Jonsey’s hand “if you’ll excuse me.” Aria took off as fast as her feet would take her she pressed the up button repeatedly “come on, come on.” she bounced on her legs impatiently. Finally the doors open and let her in. She reached her floor and set out into a sprint to her door. She fumbled with the key card before swiping it and letting herself in. The urge to throw up growing with each passing minute she darted to the bathroom barley reaching the toilet. Sobs rattled her body as she curled up on the floor. Alone, she felt alone and defeated. She would be always the new York whore, there was no fixing herself in the public eye. She screamed out, sobs consuming her.

Two hands wrapped around her, “shh shh its ok baby, I got you. I’m here.” Leo soothed her. She laid sobbing in his arms for what seemed like forever , he never tried to force her to talk, or move, he just rubbed her hair and let let her get it out. She sat up “why did this happen? I’m nothing, nothing but a no good American whore. ” she wiped the tears from her eyes. Leo gently grabbed her face. “Look at me Aria, you are perfect. You are amazing, compassionate, fierce, and strong. Who the fuck cares what a bunch of asshole nobles think, we know the truth.” Leo said. “You are everything to me, and I will always defend your honor.” “Where do I go from here? What do I do?” Aria whispered.“Stay with me, here In New York, move in with me.” Leo requested . Aria gave him a slight smile “OK.” “Yeah?” Leo beamed. “Yes Leo I will move in with you.” He kissed her with so much love and happiness, it took her breath away. “I need to have a conversation with Liam first. Will you meet me here at 5?” Aria asked. “Of course, I will see you soon. I love you, So much.” Leo gave her a kiss before heading to the door. “I love you too.” 

Aria brushed her teeth and splashed cold water on her face trying to lighten the redness and the swelling of her eyes. Here go’s nothing she muttered to herself before heading out the door. She slowly took herself to Liam’s room and knocked. Her heart was in her throat. She was there to tell the man who loved her that Tariq was gone. And he was stuck marrying Madeline. “Aria? Hey what’s wrong come in. ” Liam took her hands leading her in. “Liam I need to tell you something. ” her voice shaking. “What is it Aria?” Liams voice calm and steady she knew he was masking his true feelings. “Tariq. Tariq is dead. We will never be able to clear my name.” The tears were spilling again. Liam’s body fell into the chair. “Its over Liam, your stuck marrying Madeline. There’s nothing we can do.” Aria sobbed. Liam stammered, his once stoic ficade gone. “No, no. Its not Aria no my love please.” He grabbed her hands. “You can come with me, I will make you a duchess, you can stay in Cordonia.” Liam begged. “Liam I can not be your mistress, I am so sorry.” Aria cried. “Aria please, please come with me. The royal jet leaves at 5. Please my love. I can not bare to lose you.” Liam stood on his knees, begging her not to leave. A king on his knees, he was better then this and she knew it. She loved Liam but she loved Leo more, she could not bare to break his heart even more, she could not tell him the other reason she had to end things was because she chose his brother. “I have to go.” Aria leaned in, kissing him softly. Before leaving him there alone.

 She wiped the tears from her eyes. She spotted Leos door cracked from down the hall. He must have left it open in case I need him. She thought to herself as she headed for his room. She peaked inside. Seeing Madeline standing facing Leo. “I love you Leo.” and then Madeline leaned in and kissed him.

[some-rfa-imagines]

TW: Blood mention!! I woke up at 2 in the AM with a bloody nose. Funny thing is, I can handle blood UNLESS it comes from my nose. A nosebleed makes me feel faint real quick, which is super inconvenient, because if I pass out I’ve just gotten blood everywhere. I spend like an hour trying to distract myself so I don’t faint. I was wondering if you could write the RFA’s reaction to something like that? It’s totally fine if you can’t, me sending a request was very impulsive. :P

lkjhgfddhgkgk what a mOOD

a) im upset bc i wrote this and then delETED IT ON ACCIDENT so im vvv sorry if it seems repetitive, im real tired and so done with rewriting kjgfddklasd

b) i’m the exact same anon! anyway, i hope you’re okay //hugs

tw: blood

Yoosung:

its approx 1:29am when you wake up to taste blood trickling down your throat

gdi not again

you quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake yoosung as you stumble around to look for a tissue

suddenly you’re hit with a wave of dizziness and you trip, hitting the edge of the bedside table with a BANG

 “…MC? what was that?”

yoosung wakes up as your swear profusely under your breath, trying to cover your face before you get blood everywhere

he turns on the light and faces you

and promptly shREIKS

“MC OMG YOU’RE BLEEDING”

“really. i couldn’t tell.”

after getting over the initial shock, he helps you over to the bathroom, cleaning you up gently and grabbing you some tissues and a towel

how on earth did you get blood on your elbow MC

oh no wait thats just a cut from the bedside table nvm

wAIT-

he dips the towel in cold water and rests it against your neck, changing it when it gets too warm (idk thats just what i do to help my bleeding noses so ┐(´∀｀)┌)

talks with you and distracts you by drawing little patterns on your skin for as long as it takes for your body to stop inconveniencing you

will wait up all night if necessary

many tissues were sacrificed that night

Zen:

ahhhh no shit shit shit this is the worst possible time

you’re backstage at one of Zen’s shows, waiting for him when you sneeze into your elbow

when you pull away, you see the familiar red liquid and promptly sigh, holding a hand t ot. he bridge of your nose and wobbling as you get to your feet

thats when Zen bursts into the dressing room, chatting excitedly. he sees you and stops short

…..

quick say something MC!

“Nice show, Zen.” (really MC?) “Thanks babe. You alright there?” “Yep. Just peachy.” “You sure?” “Uh-huh. positive.”

you take a step forward and immediately c o l l a p s e

Zen catches you in his arms (looks like you fell for him //slapped) and guides you back to the couch, laying you down

“yeah, nope. just stay there, i’ll grab a towel and some tissues” “yeah, okay, good plan. thanks zen”

he brings you some water and chocolate and distracts you by singing and talking about what he thought went well during the show and what could’ve been done better

you give your input every once in a while, half struggling to stay awake

its ok bc even if you faint (which would still suck), Zen will still take care of you

bc he loves you

many cuddles until you feel better

Jaehee:

[she likes to consider herself a rather prepared person

but nothing could prepare her for this]

she wandered into the kitchen late at night, wondering why you weren’t in bed yet

she didn’t expect to see you passed out, sitting on a stool, resting against the sink and covered in blood.

actually screams in terror (she thought you were dead

rushes over to you and panics, immediately checking your pulse

you’re still alive, oh thank god

relief for a second before realising that jhghjk you’re still bleeding

she props you up and carries you to the bathroom, laying you down in the bathtub before washing you off

there goes that outfit rip

googles what she has to do from here bc does she wake you up? does she wait for you to wake up?? she is Not Prepared

settles on waking you up by gently shaking you and talking to you until you wake up

So Relieved when you begin to stir and open your eyes

you’re hella confused as to how you got into the bathroom but it all begins to make sense when you see jaehee sitting on the edge of the tub, worried as all hell

oh beb, MC didn’t mean to make you panic im sorry

stays with you and comforts you everytime it happens so she never has to go through that fear ever again

Jumin:

it had to be now, didn’t it? this very moment. of course. it just had to be during a celebratory ball.

you felt it coming as you chatted with some friends and you instantly began to panic

okay, okay, stay calm MC. You’ve done this before, it’s okay. everything’s okay.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment. I just need some air.” you left the conversation, ducking into a nearby hallway and leaning against a table. you stayed like that for a while, beginning to feel faint

~meanwhile~

jumin is wandering around the ballroom, looking for you. he meets up with your friends who tell him you stepped out for a little fresh air maybe 20mins ago.

oh okay

he knew you so he knew that you were most likely fine but there was a little nagging voice in the back of his mind that told him something was wrong. so, he gave it another ten minutes or so before he began to worry

excusing himself, he stepped into the same hallway that you were in before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of you

you were collapsed in a chair, almost unconscious, with your nose still fuckin bleeding

jumin.exe has stopped working

needless to say, you immediately left the ball and went straight home

he ran his fingers through your hair as you rested, helping you wash your face and just whispering sweet nothings or sitting in silence w/ you until you finally fell asleep

contacts many doctors to figure out this problem so your health doesn’t decline

helps distract you by talking about new projects or funny things he overheard at the office or wine

Saeyoung:

oof this is untimely

you were just getting out of the shower when you glanced down and noticed a steady trickle of blood making its way down your chest

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME”

you could’ve sworn it was just water like three seconds ago

asdtyjkl now you have to go back and shower agAIN aaagghhghh

you go to hop back into the shower when you’re suddenly overwhelmed by dizziness

CRASH

seven jolts at the massive bang that echoes through the house. even saeran sends him a text to ask what the hell that was

it sounds like it came from the bathroom,,, and wait, weren’t you taking a shower?

the worst case scenarios flash through his mind and in half a second saeyoung’s up and dashing to the bathroom

when he gets there his eyes widen and he starts knocking on the door frantically

he can smell that very familiar, metallic crimson scent. (lololol seven is a bloodhound now its canon bc i said so)

“MC!! MC!! It’s me, open up!”

picks the lock when you dont get the door

literally freezes on the spot when he sees you on the floor, surrounded by bright red blood

“Holy shit, MC!!!!”

panics. a lot. he doesnt even care that you’re naked, he needs you to wake up and now. he needs you not to be dead.

basically faints from relief when you groan in pain, bringing a hand to your head to shield your eyes from the light.

“seven, what are you doing in here?” “i thought you were dead MC!” “huh? ah- oh… that… i’ll explain that later… first could you, uh, hand me my towel?” “What? …!”

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anyway, he shows you all his gadgets whenever you have a bleeding nose so you don’t have a repeat of the above incident.

he helps you clean up the blood afterwards. he’s,,,, surprisingly good at it,,,,

whoops i had a nap while rewriting this

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(NCT) Boyfriend!Jaehyun

heh

first of all i wanna say this man would speak softly to you no matter what

especially if he had a crush on you he’d be soooOOO soft

when he likes you he’d aaaalways smile at you, he’d be really casual about it by always sitting near you, always looking at you, always including you in conversations

he would always look into your eyes when talking to you, even if he got a little red or flustered, he’d always want to look into them

i just think he’d be really pulled by someone’s eyes if he really liked them

it would be in the small things you know? you probably wouldn’t notice it but someone else would

johnny would notice right away tbh

even if you had one of your friends with you guys and they didn’t know jaehyun that well i’m sure they’d be able to tell he liked you too 

so he’d be obvious to EVERYONE else but you bc it was all in the small things he does for you

i think a lot of thought would go into his confession to you 

he’d probably ask you to hang out like one on one 

and it kind of seems date-y but its not a date you know and then near the end he’d probs walk u home or wherever you had to go 

and his ears would be red and he’d be like uhm i like u a lot and i was wondering if u’d go on a date with me

and ur low key like....that wasn’t a date? if hanging out like THAT isn’t a date then sign me the f up i wanna know ur standards for a date

its taking my entire being to not write bro at the end of every sentence of that for some reason

anywho

hes a goddamn gentleman he’d open all the doors for you

and would guide you with your hand as if you were a royalty , especially if you wore heels to steady you 

would also get chairs for you and he’d do this alllll effortlessly and not breaking a goddamn sweat 

like its just natural for him to be so nice and gentlemanly

bc he’s so good to you i feel like it would make you feel like you werent good enough for him 

and i feel like he’d kind of lose a part of himself too bc he’d be so concentrated on you so you’d definitely need to encourage him to do stuff for himself sometimes 

and then he’d get the hang of it

hes also super nice so i feel like you’d have issues if you’re the type to get jealous easily since hes so friendly and everyone seems to fall in love with him 

and he also doesnt seem like the type to tell anyone off either if they’re flirting with him he just doesn’t seem like that kind of guy

but its also common in relationships to get jealous at something or someone so it’s all about trusting each other, which i hope you do if you’re in a relationship with anyone

but low key i also think he’d adore it if you told him you were a little jealous, he’d make sure to give you a little extra affection and attention

honestly he’d be so smitten with you

he’d literally worship every part of you [sfw wise and nsfw wise winkwink]

but seriously he’d look into your eyes like they’re everything and at your lips like they’re everything and your ears and and if you had freckles he’d look at them like they’re everything too

he just seems like someone who would just drink in the sight of their s/o? like maybe he’s feeling nervous before a performance and he sees you walking towards him 

and suddenly the nerves are all gone, relief has just washed over him because you’re right there in front of him and he’s got this now he can do this because you’re there watching him

something i think about a lot is jaehyun singing to his s/o oh my gaaaad

he’d get embarrassed but would totally sing for you if you asked and he would randomly do it if he knew you liked it which who wouldnt like it jesus

all while his ears turn red because singing like that for someone is so intimate dhsjkml

if you liked singing too he’d totally looove singing duets with you too

if you were into musicals he’d totally indulge with you and sing the songs with you too

if i were his s/o i would make him sing a whole new world to me every goddamn morning ahem

he’d be really affectionate in private but in public not so much

i think he’d accept your affection if you initiated it first in public if it was small things like hand holding and hugs idk he just doesn’t seem like a huge pda guy to me

and again, it would all be in the small things for him, he’d always be beside you or looking at you so he wouldn’t even need pda to show off that you were together in public - people would just be able to tell

i’m taking a few points from the cuddling scenario i did with him but if he did decide to be affectionate in public he would not half-ass it

a hand on the shoulder is not acceptable - his full arm is going around your shoulders and tucking you into his side

same thing for your waist

and the way he holds you (this is mainly in private but also applies to how he holds you in public) its very firm, and he has a strong grip but its also very soft and gentle at the same time

like a hug would be tight and firm but it would be so full of love and gentleness because he wants to hold you close 

okay let’s get into kisses now

my heart is fluttering at the thought

first of all he’d love it when you kiss his nose

his ears would go red and he’d smile and those little whiskers would appear on his face and he’d giggle a little he’d love it sooooooOOoo MUCH

he also seems like the type to smile into all your kisses

like most of his kisses would be smiling kisses

he just hold your face so gently and smiles at you because damn he loves you so much he can’t believe it and just slowly pulls in for a kiss and he still cant stop smiling because he’s kissing the one he loves and they’re kissing him back?! amazing

also can you just hear how he would giggle in his low baritone voice when he’s happy like that and it would just vibrate through and wow what happiness

HE GLOWS WHEN YOU GUYS KISS OKAY

ALSO KISS HIS DIMPLES???? AMAZING HE’D LOVE THAT TOO SO MUCH

something that would KILL him would be if you show him affection and you’re like “i love your eyes” and you kiss his eyelids and “i love your nose” and you kiss his nose and you do this with his ears and his whiskers and his dimples bc he’s smiling so wide UGH

i think he’d personally love kissing your head, especially if you’re shorter than him it would be so easy to just dip down and boop kiss your hair and the side of your head

and i think he’d love just nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck too so a lot of his kisses would go on your jawline/neck/right underneath your ears too

alright folks its about to get slightly nsfw

but i think he’d like to nibble on your neck too

i think he’d get off on marking you like that when it gets heated and esp seeing them later he’d be like oh mY i did that? heehee let’s do it again

i think the only way i could describe his hornyness would be hungry you feel me?

like his eyes would go from bright n loving to just dark and lustful and hungry

LOTS of low groans tbh ohhh boy

he’d still be a gentleman but when boy is hungry he is hungryyy

just think about the whole strong and firm thing i said but still gentle in a way but also strong and firm

and also the whole worshipping thing like he would drink in the sight of you without clothes and touch you like you were everything (bc u are) 

like im talking strong grip on your thighs and they rise up to curve your body oh boy

ahem thats it for this nsfw bit (thinking abt maybe making a nsfw series like this too ohoho)

anyways you guys were done being intimate he’d be so sweet and soft and would love to cuddle you forever and shower you with sweet nothings

he’d be really loving in the morning too he’d crawl on top of you and just tell you how much he loves you and he’d wake up with a smile bc he’d see your beautiful face first thing in the morning

but he also wouldn’t waste time in bed too in the morning he’d get up after showering you with affection and make breakfast or something

and if you’re still not up he’d come back and use his charms to get you out of bed like tickling you or smothering you with affection that makes you giggle yourself awake

would definitely plan a whooole event for your anniversary like a romantic picnic under the stars and would also definitely have a backup plan if the weather wasnt good

he’d love low key couple things like bracelets or rings but nothing too flashy like matching clothes i think

he’d love to just have that piece of jewellery he wears that has a super special meaning to him since you mean so much to him

and one last thing

he’d always laugh at your jokes no matter how dumb they were

and indulge in your weird habits or jokes

he would just love with his entire heart and whoever gets to hold his heart one day is a very lucky person and i hope they treat it with all the love they have because its what he deserves

if you want more be sure to check out the cuddling scenario i did with him too hehe HERE

[fantasticnewtimagines]

*Scars From The Past* Newt x reader

◘ anonymous asked:

Can you write a NewtxReader where they're dating after reader has left a physically abusive ex? Mostly fluff but with a scene where the ex shows up to attack the reader and Newt fights him off (magically, but also throws a punch for good measure). And then more fluff. Because Newt is fiercely protective of her after what she's been through.

WARNINGS: Slight mentions of abuse.

Giggling, you held on to your boyfriend, Newt’s, arm as you made your way out of the small wizarding speakeasy. It was late and the both of you were getting rather tired. You had a bit too much giggle water and Newt was doing his best to hold you up as he carried home.

“It’s such a beautiful evening!”

You threw your free arm up in to the air as you leaned up against him causing him to lose his balance a bit. 

“I know, love....” Newt chuckled. He kept his arm around your waist as he continued down the street, eyes scanning the area to make sure no one suspicious around. Newt knew of your past relationship with your former ex and from the way things had been left between you two, he wouldn't be surprised if he showed up out of nowhere.

A you approach your apartment, Newt propped open the door and carried you through. As he got you to your bed, he carefully put you in it and tucked you in. You were out within seconds and Newt smiled as he watched you drift off. 

Everything seemed perfect to him. You, your relationship. His entire life right now.

What he didn't know was that someone had lurked in the shadows following you home.

“Ugh. How much did I drink last night?” 

Newt looked up at you from the table smiling and letting out a tiny chuckle. You looked completely dis-sheveled.

“Well, I stopped counting at about six giggle waters.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped as you stumbled in to the chair across from him. 

“How on earth did I walk home?”

“I carried you, love.”

A slight blush crept across your cheeks and you shot him a look of gratitude. 

“Thanks.”

“Of course, love.” The wizard smiled as he pushed his chair out and walked over to you. His arms snaked around your waist as he leaned over the back of your chair and nuzzled his face in to the crook of your neck. “It’s my pleasure.”

Laughing, you enjoyed as he then peppered kisses all along your neck and shoulders before standing up and grabbing his coat. 

“Well. I have some errands to run quickly. Need some supplies. I won’t be long.”

“Alright.” Pouting as you watched him grab his case, you blew him a kiss which he caught with his hand and placed to his cheek. You giggled at the gesture and smiled as he disappeared behind the door. 

After you finished your breakfast you decided to take a nice hot shower. The stench from last night was still prominent on you and you couldn’t wait to wash it off.

The steam from the shower filled the bathroom and the sound of the water pouring from the shower head hid the sounds of the unwelcome visitor who had  slipped in to your apartment. 

Grabbing your robe, you tied it tightly around you and you rung your hair out and combed it out. You felt a thousand times better. You turned the knob to the bathroom and hummed to yourself as you walked out. It wasn't until a familiar voice broke you from your solitude that you realized you hadn’t been alone.

“So. Now you’re a gold digger, eh?”

Your heart nearly stopped beating as you paused half way towards your room. 

“Dating the famous, Newt Scamander... how nice.”

You swallowed thickly as you stood there, unable to move as you heard the footsteps of your past lover walking towards you. You could feel his hot breath on your shoulder as he spoke just inches from your ear.

“Must be nice to be known as the great beast boy’s girlfriend. Must make all the woman jealous.”

“What do you want?” You croaked. You wanted to sound confident but your voice gave away your fear. Richard smiled to himself as he placed his hands on either side of your waist, pulling you in towards him. 

“You...”

Without hesitation, you pulled away and spun around. Your eyes landed on his and his bore the obvious desire to have you back. Why though, you didn't know. All he ever did was yell at you. Hurt you and tell you how imperfect you were. How you had ever loved him was a mystery to you.

“Get out.”

Richard laughed at your shaky voice and continued walking towards you. 

Where was Newt when you needed him? You hoped he was going to walk through the door at any moment.

Fate was on your side.

The door knob began to turn and the familiar blue coat slipped though. Richard grabbed you by the arm and spun around, holding his wand to you as Newt looked up, his eyes widening at the sight.

“N-Newt...” Tears began to fill your eyes and your heart beat rapidly against your rib cage. 

Slowly, Newt placed his case down and reached in to pocket, fishing for his wand.

“Pull it out and I obliviate her.” Richard threatened between clenched teeth.

Not taking any chances, Newt put his hands up. 

“What do you want?” Newt asked. He seemed rather calm but you knew inside he was panicking. 

“You think you can have what belongs to me, don't you? Well, I don’t care who you are! Y/N is mine.”

Tiny whimpers escaped your lips as Richard’s hold on you tightened. Newt’s jaw clenched as he watched the fear in your eyes rising with every second. 

Richard was tall and buff; the complete opposite of Newt. You knew that Richard could probably crush Newt with just one single punch. 

You felt your body stiffen as Newt began walking towards the two of you. Richard slowly backed up, his wand pressing harder in to your temple. 

“She doesn’t belong to you.” Newt spoke as he kept his hands up and slowly stepped closer, his eyes never leaving Richard’s. 

Richard just sneered, clearly growing aggravated that Newt wasn’t crumbling before him like most me did. Then, something you never thought you’d see, happened. Newt formed his right hand in to a fist and as he swung at Richard’s face he grabbed you and pulled you  out of his grip. You fell in to Newt’s arms but he held you up, quickly placing you behind him as he withdrew his wand. 

“Son of a-” Richard looked up, his nose now bleeding. The blood ran down his face and dripped on to shirt. Your hands held tightly to Newt’s arms as he held you back. 

“Get out.”

Richard sneered as he wiped his nose. You gasped as he advanced forward, now taking a swing at Newt. The Hufflepuff pushed you to the side and ducked, missing his fist. Thinking fast, he held out his foot and tripped him, watching as he fell to the ground, wincing as his bloody nose began to pour blood even more.

“I said,” Newt pointed the wand at his face, “Get out.”

Growling, Richard pulled himself up. He looked over at you. You were hiding behind Newt still, holding tightly to his arm as you held back the tears of fear building in your eyes. 

You sighed a huge sigh of relief as you watched him march out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. The moment he disappeared from sight you broke down in to a fit of tears. Your legs gave out and you fell to the floor, Newt falling with you.

“It’s okay....” Newt held you closely, his one hand cradling your head as you sobbed in to his chest. “You’re alright.”

As the minutes passed and you continued to cry, Newt whispered sweet words of comfort until your breathing finally steadied. Turning your head up so your eyes met his, Newt gently laid a hand to your cheek and used his thumb to brush away the remaining tears. 

“Th-thank you...” You whispered. 

Newt furrowed his brows in confusion but instantly smiled and replied, “Of course, love... He won’t touch you again. I promise.” 

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I promise to make sure he knows that if he ever tries a stunt like that again, he’ll never see the light of day ever again.”

A small teary laugh escaped your lips and Newt gently pulled you up closer, placing his lips against yours and sealing the promise with a kiss.

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BTS Boyfriend Type || Hyung Line

A/N: Being more familiar with the Hung line, this will only consist of 4/7 of BTS boyfriend types. Part two will be made. I hope I used the words properly for Namjoons part ^^;

~Admin Sushi スシ

J-hope: 

     • Waking up to either his gentle, sleeping face or contagiously happy face

Jumping, hugging, kissing, him all at once when he comes back early from tour.

Him holding you and spinning you around

Smiling the second you see him and vice-versa

Lets you play with his hair and poke his dimples

Making you dance with him and both of you getting giggly every time you step on his foot intentionally/unintentionally

Wanting to do couple dance with you

If you already know how to dance or have danced in the past, he wont leave you alone until you do a few steps with him/for him

• His habit of sleeping with earphones turn into your habit as well. The guys keep finding you and hobi curled up together, sleeping, while sharing an earphone.

Aegyo overdose

Fun dates and relaxing picnics until he starts chasing you around and playing with you

Screaming for no reason

Being knows as the loudest couple. Not sexually, just screaming in general. Example 1: “AHH!” “HOBI WHAT!?” “…I saw a spider~” Example 2: “AHH!” “WHAT?” “…I want a hug~”

No matter how bad your day is going, the second you see him all your worries seem to wash away

Him teasing you while dancing sexy

Then after he’s done, him raising and dropping his brows at you

Him; “Baby~” and “Babez~” and “Heaven ~”

You; “Baby~” and “Angle~” and “Hobi~”  

So many selfies of him and with him

Looking through his phone and finding photos you when you’re not looking at him

Seeing each other across the room and having bubbles of giggles erupts from the both of you because you two where making faces at each other

Sticking your tongue out at him and then him stealing a kiss from you

You wanting him to having his hair out of the way because his forehead is so beautiful!

Eyeing him when he wears a snapback

You are constantly worried for him because he overworks himself

So you trick him into not overworking himself

“When are you coming back home?” “In a while, I’m finishing the dance and adding a few more-” “Hoseok. Home. Now.” “Can’t do.” “Fine. Sleep well on the street babe.” “OKAY NO IM SPRINTING. I’M ON MY WAY. PLEASE DONT LOCK THE DOOR I LOVE YOU.”

Even though he’s ‘the man’, you still cuddle/sleep with his head on your chest, his arms around you and you playing with his hair until he falls asleep; because you know that the second he’s on the verge of falling asleep, he’d open his eyes to work

Him keeping you so close to his heart

Him worrying to death if you get hurt (doesn’t matter if it’s even a paper cut) or you tearing up

Telling you things he wouldn’t dare tell anyone else

When he comes back from practice, you force him into the shower and stop him from hugging you while covered in sweat. “Hobi no, shower.”

Peppering you in kisses and caving you in hugs all day everyday

Holding your hand, hugging, kissing in public and not giving a damn bout what others have to say

Him sending selfies of himself to you before and after every event and sending him a photo back

Putting his  cap on you, putting his glasses on you because you look so cute with them

Mercilessly tickling your sides while you’re under him until you’re in begging him to stop.

Then him stoping and staring at you in awe as your breathing gets normal. After you’re steady, him bending down and kissing your forehead and saying some cheesy yet wonderful line. “You look gorgeous when you’re happy.”

Basically, he more than just a lover, he’s your best friend. It would be ridiculous to reject his relationship.

“I'll sing a music note from a song that I just wrote. Girl, just take my hand. And let me be your man. Though that's not what you're used to .And they say chivalry is dead. Girl, let a real man pick up the slack, and treat you with respect.” Chivalry Is Dead by Trevor Wesley

Jin:

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Him waking you up because the breakfast he made for you is getting cold

The first time he met you would probably be somewhere revolving around food because duh.

Then something about you caught his eye and he couldn’t keep away and slowly made his way to you

Taking you out on so many romantic dates

Him dressing up in a posh black suit and tie and waiting for you on the other side of your bedroom door

Opening the car door for you and pulling out and pushing the chair for you like a gentleman

Handholding across the dinner table

He’d be the type to introduce you when one of the female waitress starts to flirt with him like; She begins to flirt with him then- “Oh! Y/N, come here. I think you should meet my  girlfriend Y/N.” he’d say to the waitress and her smile would drop.

He’d give you his jacket if it gets a little too chilly outside

Him; “Baby~” and “Princess~~” and possibally “Kitty~”

You; “Handsome~” and “Prince~” and “Jiiiiin~” and “Puddin’ ”

Winkin’ at you

No matter what you’re size it, you’ll drown in his arms because his arms are so damn long that’ll trap you in them.

“I still rap just like Jay-Z!” you leaning over to the person next to you, “I swear, I don’t know him”

Annoying you if you’re sleeping in late; taking a strip of your hair and tickling you with it

Having photos of him eating food on your phone

Having photos of you distracted on his phone

For vacation, he’d take you to Disney land and stay their for about three to five days

Wearing his clothes and laughing because they awkwardly cute on you because he’s so big

Teases you for (probably) being shorter than him

Wrapping a blanket around the both of you when having a movie night

Going to be completely honest with you if he didn’t like something that you did

Gaming with him and playing Mario Cart

Waking up late in each others arms or waking up to see the other peacefully sleeping and studying his/your features

If you see something you like but not buy it, he’ll surprise you with it the next day

He spoils you to death because you are his precious princess peach ~thats a mouthful~

Cooking together.

And if you are either better or worst than him, doesn’t matter which, he will make you cook his way with him; “No, jagi, like this.” he says while towering over you from behind and holding your hands, helping you cook.

Feeding each other because why not?

Both of you cooking and having dinner with all of BTS

Handholding and light pecks in public

Bad puns and throwing pillows at him because of that

When you’re sad, he either comforts you by hugging and kissing or he does his traffic dace to see you smile again.

Thoughtful and amazing gifts no matter what the occasion is.

Turns into a squishy baby if you ever get angry at him. “Don’t you dare look at me like that Kim Seokjin.” “ *does puppy eyes* ” “God damn it.”

His wide eyes, fringe and pink cap turns into your weakness

Overall, mature relationship. Treat him properly and he’ll treat you like a princes ~~

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. Everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you. And all the things you do. And it was called yellow.” Yellow by Coldplay

Rap Monster:

The second you wake up, he does too because he’s a light sleeper

You’d be brushing your teeth and he joins by putting one arm around you and the other pushing his teeth

He knows when and how you want your tea, coffee and beer(if you drink) because he’s memorized you like your the back of his hand

smart-assing around the house when the two of you get into an argument

and when you try to make up with him. “looks at who’s cloying now. you’re disheveled ass finally learned that I was right?” “you know what? fuck you kim namjoon.” “you should really understand with equanimity.” “ugh!”

then him coming after you and making up beach he can’t last that long without you “can i say something?” “get lost.” “i love it when you’re mad. attractive in an idyllically fashion. God, you’re such a beautiful and amazing arrangement of atoms ” “you’re such a nerd.” “i love you.” “i love you too.”

cuddling around the rest of the day till night fall

when cuddling, you having him under you. like; laying on top of him. having your hands folded and head resting on top of them. your legs spread and having namjoons waist between them. ~not suggestive of anything, actually~ either listening to his heart beat in slices as he breaths while playing with your hair or just having a chill conversation.

Some nights, the two of you break out in a singing and dace party with only the two of you; you dancing on the sturdy coffee table and him on the couch until he watches you in awe. then you suddenly hear a yelp followed by a thick thud.

You finding him on the ground, behind the couch, because he fell over. “are you okay?” “i think i’ll need a kiss to fix my paining back.”

Taking care of him when he gets sick or hurts himself

Stealing kisses from you

Pressing your finger and kissing his dimples because you can’t help yourself.  

Like hobi, kissing, hugging and all that in public

He’d love to show you off to the world and tell everyone that you are his-someone-special

Him; “Baby girl~” and “Baby Doll~” and “Kitten~” and “Babe~” and to annoy you “Sexy poo~”

You; “Babe~” and “Nerd~” and “Joonie~” and to annoy him “My Sailor Moon~”

Shopping with him is like shopping with your cool mom who’s annoying at times “You should totally get this.” “Namjoon, no. That is hideous.”

Matching clothes and couple clothes are everything. His snapback says ‘King’ and yours says ‘Queen’. His trousers matching with your skirt/shirt.

Speaking of cloths, he will make you look like a his tumblr aesthetic. Gothic or Pastel. “Wear this today.” “No.” “Please, you’ll look amazing.” “No. It’s sweat pants and oversized hoodie day.”  

Sometimes he’d stop and think what he’s doing; like, if he’s being too dominant, forceful or pushy by always making you wear what he wants. You never take it as he’s being pushy or anything, you just find it as a cute habit of his.

So when he gets too quiet for your liking, you ask him if he’s okay or not. He honestly answers and you explain that he’s just thinking too much, as usual, and end up wearing what he wanted.

Then he lets you wear whatever you want…but still gives you advice on what to wear. “You should-” “No thank you!” “Okay, okay…I was just saying-” “THANK YOU”

He likes it when you dress up in something nice but equally like it when you have a messy-bun-and-sweat-pants day

Getting you a little frustrated by looking down at you with the head tilted stare “Hey there sexy~~”

Putting at arm around your shoulder when sitting or walking

Face Timing/Skype calling you when getting free time

His fashion rubbing off on you

Showing you how he works and makes his music

You being the first person who gets to hear his music

Showing you his final work but saying it’s just a demo because he’s scared that you might not like it. “This is just a demo…It’s not finalized and it-it needs some more editing and—” “Joonei, shut up. It’s amazing.”

Surprising you by telling that you’re his inspiration. “Really….? Ohmygod. Kim Namjoon you romantic monster, I love you.”

Embarrassing himself by going not-so-good aegyo. “What the hell am I even doing?” “Lol.”

Him biting his lip when you wear something “innocent yet sexy”

Him cringing when you find his pre-debut photos

Perverted Namjoon at times

Teasing him about the time he dressed up as Sailor Moon “This is a boring show.” “We can always watch…Sailor Moon.” “…I hate you.” “HAHA”

Getting drunk and tipsy waltzing around the house while talking, laughing and hiccuping  

Daily Kim with significant other

Wanting to cook with you…and after seeing the burnt food, ordering take out

Him wanting you to sit on his lap

Sometimes, staying up late and having 2 a.m. conversations “Is there a proper reason to for our existence?” “I don’t know Joonie…Maybe we’re here to help each other ” “Help with what?” “I don’t know…live?” “Probably…”

You’ll become very close to him, meaning that you have the responsibility of reminding him that he’s appreciated and loved not only by you and the boys but by the millions of people who have BTS on their lips

“I need a bad talk. Girl, I’m your daddy, no sass talk. Ooh, baby girl you aspire me, give me a reason to keep on. My baby, my royalty. Girl you’re the lyrics to my song.” Little More by Chris Brown

Suga:

Lazy Sundays are everything

The two of you having you’re days off and both waste them on each other

Wakes up before you because he wants to watch you at your most peaceful state.

Though he’ll never admit it that fact

Staying in bed, holding each other, softly speaking, for about an hour or more till one of you get hungry

As you’re making breakfast in one of his shirts, he drapes over you; arms on waist and chin on shoulder

more soft speaking and unbreakable eye contact with breakfast

Because he’s not the best at expressing him emotions, you value his every heart dripped action and word “You look really pretty today.”

He’d also never admit it that you’re at the top of his priorities list. You know it, so does he but he never says it

Only for you will he make a fool of him self; when you’re not having the best day, he’d do something stupid like make funny faces, dance weirdly and even sing badly on purpose until he sees those beautiful lips of yours curve upwards. “That’s my girl.”

Like Hobi, wanting to see his forehead is a must so when you play with his hair, you push his hair back an admire his forehead

If you guys get into a fight, you will for sure bring up the fact that he dressed up as a maid.

You are the only person he won’t get pissed at or kill if you wake him up from his beauty sleep  

Not the biggest fan of PDA but only dos it to make sure people know who you belong to—and that him and him only

If anyone flirts with you, he’d get angry and protective <—something that you love

“Never are you going to wear that—” “But Yoongi—” “in front of other people. That’s only for me.”

Sometimes when you come home from either shopping or work, you’d find him laying on couch lazy. “i’m back!” “i see that.” “is something wrong?” “i missed you.” “I’ll be there in a sec’.”

Him; “Babe~” and “Baby~” and surprisingly “Gorgeous”

You; “Babe~” and “Sugar~” and “Suga baby~” and to annoy him “Jelly Bean~” and “Cutie cake~~” and “My sleepy, sweet snuggle bun baby~���

Having really pretty photos on his Instagram *you posing like a tumblr aesthetic*

When he’s working till 3 a.m. and you wake up to his absence in the other side of the bed, you find him on couch working away. so you sleepily crawl into his lap and stick to him like a baby koala as he continues to work.

Eventually finishing work and carrying you up bed to your shared bed and cuddling; arm under and around your shoulder and keeping you close to his chest

Him laughing at you and calling you weird when you say how his legs are amazing. “how are your legs achievable?” “you’re crazy.” “i’m serious, yoongi.” “ha, no you’re not you little shit.” ~Admin:have you seen his thighs/leg?! They’re so pretty!~

Situation: You miss him since he’s on tour so you wear his sweater and tear up. Then you get a call from him and he sees how sad you are. Spending the next hour or two just talking and comforting each other

You turn into his biggest inspiration so he writes lyrics upon lyrics of you

He looks at you the way he looks at his trophies

If you don’t know how to play basketball, he’ll teach you

If you know how to play basketball, he’ll make you better

If you play basketball, he’s play with you

Wears the small bracelet you got him everyday

Will get super pissed if someone upset you

You sitting on his lap and doing his eyeliner for time pass

Listening to all his stories

Would lay his head on your lap while the two of you would play with each other fingers and talk about how your days went

Long phone bills because you two have lots of international incoming and out going calls

Likes it when you wear his cloths

Giving you honey coated smiles

Feeling very satisfied when you bring him food while practice and then feeling proud when his girlfriend is being praised for bring food

Pretending to be very bored when you tell him about something interesting that happened

“I’m just kidding!” He’d say when you’d actually think he fell a sleep during your story time and frown

Lets you put on pink, flowery hair bands on his head as long as you promise to have alone time with him (relaxing and sleeping)

Getting a little pink when you find his baby pictures “Onmygod! You’re so cute as a baby!” “Aish ….”

If he sees you at the back of the room in a fan meet, he’d send the look that says ‘Just a little but longer before I’m free.’

Him pretending to be annoyed at you when you play with his gigantic scarves but is actually enjoying sight

He’d away on tour and you find flowers around the house  

If you ever get angry at him, the fight will end the second you pass him while he’s on the couch because he’d pull you down; you’d be struggling to get free but give up eventually lay down with him and kiss him, both forgetting the argument ever happened once the other says sorry

He looks all tough and all in front of other people (especial other men)

But is actually a soft teddy that is scared to loose you to some else

“Lady don’t rush, we can take it slow, ain’t no body near and no place we have to go. let’s just slow it down, it’s just you and me. there is nothing better than some moonlight chemistry” Moonlight Chemistry by Jeff Bernat

See ya ✌︎