#cause I’ve got a jet black heart

[gyuhanniescarat]

King of My Heart

happy birthday to my one and only, the loml, my mingoo, my GyuGyu <3 <3

• pairing: kim mingyu x afab!reader

• genres/tropes: smut (MDNI — If you’re not 18+, then see yourself to the door n let it kick ya on the way out, ‘mkay), fluff, established relationship, slice of life, idol mingyu, non-idol reader

• warnings: cross-mix of cute domestic smut with pure, utter filth, slight sub!gyu moment (reader calls gyu ‘baby boy’ like once), love-drunk reader, love-drunk n pussy-whipped gyu, insanely — slightly unnecessary — excessive use of petnames (reader calls gyu ‘babe’, ‘gyu’, ‘gyugyu’; gyu calls reader ‘angel’, ‘princess’, ‘baby girl’, ‘darlin’, ‘baby’), daddy kink, dirty talk, slight mean!dom mingyu (Mingyu is a fucking MENACE here), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), hair pulling (m receiving), praise kink (we all know Mingyu is a sucker for some praise) bulge kink, size kink (Sry not Sry, I am one of if not THE main proprietor of the MINGYU MONSTER COCK agenda), breeding kink (be safe, stay protected from babies and STI’s when intimate with a partner y’all), talks of pregnancy — no actual impregnation tho — let me know if i missed something luvvies! 

• word count: 4.2k and some change

• request: no

• a/n: It’s the loml’s bday!!! Happy Mingyu day! I’ve had this blog for a year, and I just realized this is the FIRST full fic I’ve written for my favorite boy. This piece took on a mind of its own for real and became so so much more than I'd initially intended, but I guess that's to be expected when it comes to writing about Kim Mingyu. Tagging my fellow resident Gyuldaengie of the svthub server @onlymingyus out of love <3

You’re hard at work in the kitchen finishing dinner prep, when suddenly, you get pulled from your focus by the loud sound of the door to your and Mingyu’s shared apartment slamming open and shut. Gyu sluggishly glides into the living room, haphazardly tossing his bags on top of the coffee table. He unleashes a deep, exasperated sigh as his long and slender fingers run through his hair, his statuesque, athletically strong-built physique finally giving in to the utter exhaustion as he ungracefully plops into the couch.

From your position at the kitchen island, you watch Mingyu with worry as the sight of his tousled jet-black locks, bloodshot dark brown eyes, and rumpled clothes comes into view. As he stares off into the distance, one hand reaches up to rub away at his cheeks and jawline. Gently wiping your sauce and frosting-covered fingers off on the kitchen towel hanging over the oven door handle, you set aside the prepped meal and softly waltz over towards the couch.

“Gyu? You okay, babe? How did the recording session and dance practice filming go?” You question, resting a hand on your boyfriend’s knee as you sweetly gaze into his weary eyes. Mingyu’s hand reaches down to intertwine with the hand you placed on his knee and pulls you into his embrace. Basking in the warmth his muscular upper torso gives off, you wait for Mingyu to find the words to express what caused him to return home completely worn out. Breathing in the lingering, sweet scent of your rose-scented shampoo, Mingyu tries to calm himself down before he speaks, as he vowed to himself he’d never ever take out any negative emotions on you. 

“Ughh, honestly… I’m beat, angel. It feels like I’m gonna drop dead any minute now. Recording wasn’t too bad, actually. But the dance practice was an absolute hellfire. We had to do so many fucking takes in order to make the choreography look its 10000% best. Sorry, I got home later than usual, princess.” Gyu starts off ranting, but ends, speaking to you like you hold the answers to all the stresses in his world. The way you grin so widely and gaze at him in pure love and adoration doing everything to heal Mingyu’s heart and mind from the chaos of his daily routine. 

“Silly, silly boy. You don’t got nothin’ to apologize for, Gyu. I’m just glad you’re finally home, baby boy. Been waiting to snuggle with my GyuGyu and spend the rest of your special day together. It sucks when you have schedules on your birthday, but I hope some dinner and cake as we watch your favorite movie can make up for all the not-so-fun things you had to do today.” You giggle lightheartedly into his chest, glancing up into his chocolate eyes as your hands mischievously trace random shapes into his chest over his tight white t-shirt. Your mischievousness rubs off onto Mingyu as you note a shift in his now darkening eyes. 

“Mhmm… as nice as an evening of dinner and a movie with my girl sounds… as hungry and thirsty I am for one of your home-cooked meals, there’s something else I’m feeling more hungry and thirsty for right now, baby girl.” Mingyu huskily growls, hands slipping under your frilly bustier and coming up near the hook of your blush lace push-up bra. “Mingyu” you whine out. “Ah, ah, ah. You should be saving those sweet, addictive noises for later, princess.” Mingyu lowly whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine from both his words and the warmth of his breath near your ear. 

“I thought you were tired from work, Gyu? We… we don’t have to… if you’re feeling worn out from practice, babe.” You stammer out, nervously and innocently, eyes shifting away from making contact with Mingyu’s. Mingyu lightly chuckles and brings a hand under your chin, compelling you to look into his eyes, “I may be dead-tired, but I’m never too tired to take good care of my number one girl. Let me worship you and your stunning body, angel, ‘mkay?” “O-O-Okay, GyuGyu.” 

“Mmph. You know ‘GyuGyu’ or ‘Mingyu’ isn’t my name right now, yea. What’s my special name during sexytime, princess? C’mon, say it for me. I know you can say it.” Mingyu prompts. “S-sorry d-d-daddy. I’ll be your good baby now.” You shyly mumble, still not confident in saying the pet name, despite all the years you’ve been having sex with your boyfriend. “Of course, you’ll be a good baby for daddy. You’re my cute, precious little baby girl, right? You want to make daddy feel good and have daddy make you feel good, yea?” Mingyu replies, easily picking you up from the couch with little effort. 

You’re completely lost in the feelings of kissing Mingyu as he guides you from the living room and down the hall toward your bedroom. You don’t hesitate to help Mingyu out of his clothes along the way, one hand wrapped around his neck as the other hand reaches out to loosen the strings of his black sweats, causing the pair of bottoms to fall to the faux wood floors. Mingyu skillfully steps out of them whilst still enraptured by the spell of your lips. As the kiss deepens to a full-blown makeout session, the hand resting on his neck starts playing with the hair along the nape of his neck. 

Mingyu stumbles through the threshold and clumsily tosses you on top of your california king mattress. He stalks towards the vanity area and brings your chair over right in front of the foot of the bed. “Since it’s my birthday, I can make a few wishes, yea, princess? So, my first birthday wish, Take off your clothes. Slowly. Give daddy a lil show, yea?”

“Gy-... Daddyyyy! Please!” You moan, already done with your boyfriend’s teasing foreplay. “Please, what, baby girl.” Mingyu scoffs slightly. “Daddy! I want you. I need you so so so bad right now. Please daddy, help me.” You cry, giving Mingyu your best pouty face. Mingyu looks at you with what you’d hoped was a real bit of giving in, but it’s just his mock sympathy. After all, you of all people should know by now. 

Kim Mingyu is a tease. A fucking insufferable, cocky little shit of a tease. And what Kim Mingyu wants… he will get, one way or another. 

“Tsk tsk tsk. You know better than that, little girl. Unless… do you want a punishment from daddy, princess? Cuz I can and will punish you, if that’s what you ask for.” Mingyu warns, trying to read your face to see if you’ll actually challenge him when he’s in fully dom mode. Feathery, dark-tinted eyebrows lifting just slightly before drawing together, you curl your soft pink-tinted lips together as you slowly slide deeper into subspace. 

You sit up against the headboard, hands lowering down to grab the hem of your bustier and slowly slip it over your head, before randomly throwing the item of clothing somewhere in the room. One of your eyebrows slowly rises as yet another mischievous look pulls across your cute tiny face. “Bra on or off, daddy?” You cheekily question, noting the way Mingyu’s briefs seem to have started getting tight around his massive length. “Off. Take that cute little bra off right now, baby girl. You know how much daddy loves your pretty tits, darlin’.” Mingyu lowly mumbles, gaze intensely locked in on the view of the valley of your breasts. 

Reaching back, you slowly and skillfully undo the clasp of your bra. You cutely chuckle to yourself as an idea pops inside your head, leading Mingyu to question what other ‘great’ idea you have up your sleeve. “Princess… what are you up to, huh?” Silently and with a beaming smile, you pull the cups of the bra away from your breasts and throw it right into Mingyu’s empty lap. “What’s this, baby girl?” He chuckles, fangs showing as his head tips back. “A present for daddy.” You answer. Mingyu turns his head in surprise, tongue poking out in response. “Well, thank you, baby. This is one of my favorite little bras of yours, it’s so pretty… but ya know where I think it’d look even prettier?” He rhetorically questions, chocolate eyes darkening to the point they're almost black. Your head tilts to the right in response, like a confused little lab puppy. 

“On the floor. With the rest of your clothes, angel. Panties next. I’ll decide later what I wanna do with that cute little frilly skirt. Maybe, I won’t take it off. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll decide to fuck you in it.” He teases, yet again chuckling at the way your eyes widen in innocence. As if you have any innocence left in you when Mingyu’s been corrupting and intimate with you since the beginning of your relationship. 

You gulp and swallow nervously, before gaining the courage to continue. Your hands slide underneath your skirt and up toward the waistband of your undergarment. Slowly, you pull the piece of fabric down your legs and slip it over your feet. Then, taking the lace panties in your hand you fling it into Mingyu’s lap. “Fucking hell. These… You… Oh my god… you fucking soaked through these panties, baby. Tell me, who made you so fucking wet, you ruined your little thong? Huh? Who is it that got you wet, baby girl?” Mingyu teasingly smirks, baiting you once again. 

“You… You know, Gyu.” You groan, annoyed. Now it’s Mingyu who playfully tilts his head to the side, acting like the ever-so-cheeky golden retriever he’s always compared to. “I do? Oh, I don’t think so, princess. How can daddy simply read your mind? You gotta use your big girl words if you want daddy to know what you mean.” Mingyu playfully quips, referring to himself in the third person. Thrashing your head side to side and kicking your legs against the mattress, you whine, “You! You, you, you, You! It’s you, daddy! Only you can make me so fucking wet I ruin all my panties. I’m all wet for you, and only you, daddy! Please daddy, please touch me. Please use your fingers, or your mouth, or your c-c-cock… just use whatever you wanna give me!” 

Standing up from the chair and coming closer to you, Mingyu grabs at the hem of his white t-shirt and pulls it over his head, exposing his defined pecs and well-chiseled abs to your wandering eyes. Biting down on your lip till you draw crimson and squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to stop the gushing from your core, Mingyu throws his head back and deeply laughs at the sight, “Somethin’ caught your eye, baby girl,” “I know you’ve got a lil tiddie, abs, and arm fetish… but damn princess, you’re looking at me like it’s your last meal.”

“Ha, Is it a crime to stare at my man? What can I say? You’re like a fucking model-level attractive, Gyu. You’re hot, sexy, handsome, a talented idol, and you’re so kind, caring, look out for people, and smart. Sometimes, I just can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you my boyfriend. But, even if you didn’t have the physique of a fucking greek god, I’d still love you.” You giggle, more than happily doting on your man, even during a spicy moment like this. 

Mingyu is momentarily thrown off by the sudden sweetness in the air, but his heart swells with pride at the fact that he’s yours and you're his, and only his. Mingyu is truly the lucky one because he gets to call you his baby. “And you’re a fucking gorgeous queen, baby girl. So if anyone’s lucky here, it’s me who’s lucky to be the only man that gets to be with you like this. Now, come here, princess. I wanna taste you so damn bad, I actually just might lose my mind if I have to wait for a second longer.” He commands, nearly pulling you down the bed. 

Mingyu lays flat on his stomach at the bottom of the bed, swiftly leaning down to kiss his way up your legs, stopping just near your core as he places a gentle peck on both your left and right inner thigh. “Mhmm… been thinkin’ ‘bout your tight little pussy all day long. Almost had to break away from the members and staff during a snack time, just to slip off to the bathrooms to get myself off on the thought of you, angel. I’ve had a fucking raging hard-on all day. Cheol and Wonu almost interrogated me ‘bout it after practice, baby girl.” He moans lowly, sending vibrations straight to your core. 

“M-Min… I- Oh fuck, I need… I-” You shakily moan out, already feeling so incredibly fucked out without any stimulation from Mingyu. Mingyu looks up at the sound of you calling him, and he can’t say the view of you from this angle isn’t having an effect on him at this very moment. “Yeah, princess? Tell me what you need. I got you, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.” He groans, in response to the blissfully fucked out expression on your face. “Please, I need you to… Ahhh shit! I need you to use your tongue and fingers, please Gyu. Prep me to take your big juicy cock, daddy!” Your head falls back against the pillows, hands slowly coming up towards Mingyu’s head and gripping his soft, long, and curly raven locks.

Mingyu places his hands on either side of your hips and pulls your core into his mouth. Pulling his mouth back for a second, he collects a ball of saliva and spits it onto your clit. Strings of residual saliva connect from the corner of his bottom lip to your barren nub. Taking his thumb and placing it onto your clit, he rubs the wet liquid across the expanse of your clit, whilst his long and slender index and middle fingers slip deep into your walls, eventually curling once in deep, “Shit. Tight, so tight, so warm and wet, princess. No matter how many times I use my fingers on you, your tight little pussy somehow gets even tighter around my fingers. Fuck, I’m going to ruin this tiny pussy.”

“Gyu! Oh my god… ahhh ngggh… shit! M-More, I need more daddy! Pleaseeee.” You whine, the pitch of your voice growing higher. “More? You’ve already got two of my fingers deep in your pussy, and my tongue flicking your clit. What more do you need, princess?” Mingyu questions, momentarily pulling his tongue away from your sensitive nub. “I need more. Feels like ‘m gonna cum soon. Please give me another finger, I can take it, daddy. You know I can take it.” You beg, lightly pulling on a few strands of his hair. “Okay. Daddy’ll give you what you want. Say ‘thank you’, baby girl.” Mingyu replies, smirking at how you become increasingly more fucked out. 

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…. T-th-thank you. You’re so good to me daddy. It feels so fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good, daddy!” You moan out, like a mantra. Ever the people pleaser he is, your praises go in one direction… and that’s… straight to Mingyu’s big fat dick. The praise you give him damn near snaps the last bits of his resolve and willpower. Reminding you to continue taking slow, deep breaths, Mingyu gently slips a third finger into the walls of your pussy and rubs circles along your clit with his thumb. “Let it go, angel. Cum for me, baby girl. Cum all over my fingers and the sheets. You know you want to, darlin’.” Like magic, Mingyu’s words do just the trick to compel your body to jump over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm hits hard, splotches of white dots lining your vision for a minute. Your climax is so intense your thighs uncontrollably shake. “That’s it, princess. Just like that, yea. Cum for me, keep cumming for me, baby girl. I promise your next orgasm is gonna feel all the more better.” Mingyu coos, coaxing you through the aftershocks of your climax. 

Vision finally clearing up, coming back down to the space of your shared bedroom, you take deliberate breaths, steering yourself away from any haze and overstimulation. “Fucking hell, Gyu. That was fucking otherworldly how you did that.” You laugh, pulling your tall, muscular, long-limbed man back up the length of the bed, and directing his lips toward yours. “You taste sweeter than the sweetest fruit, baby girl. Can you taste yourself on my lips still?” Mingyu praises, laying the endless nothings on thick, as his hands rub circles into your hip bones. “Shit, I do taste good, don’t I, daddy…” You giggle, licking your lips and blissfully beaming at the man hovering above you. “You taste so fucking good, darlin’. I’d honestly eat you out all damn day if I could.” He chuckles, wholeheartedly laughing with his whole chest. 

“Your turn now, daddy. I wanna return the affection and make you feel good too. Second wish, daddy? Anything you want?” You ponder. Mingyu suspiciously hmms, pretending to be thinking about what he wants, when he clearly already knows and more likely than not has known exactly what he’s wanted since the moment he stepped through the door of your apartment tonight. 

What Kim Mingyu wants, he will get, one way or another. 

“Hmm… while the idea of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock does sound quite nice, I have other plans. I need to be buried balls deep inside of your tight little pussy, my cock making your cute tummy bulge from how deep inside I am, feeling your tight, tiny walls clenching down on my cock, as I breed you nice and full… filling your little cunt with my cum till my seed takes and knocks you up. I wanna make you a cute little mommy. Your petite little frame would look so cute with a round stomach full of my babies, your pretty tits growing as your milk comes in. You’d be the prettiest, sexiest little mama alive. Don’t you want my babies, princess? Imagine it, baby girl.” Mingyu suggests, knowing you’ve always had an infinity for babies and motherhood. 

Throwing your head back deeper into the pillows, you bite down on your lips, hard, in an attempt to stifle the feral moans threatening to spill their way out your lips. “Oh-ho-ho, you’re getting turned on by the idea of carrying my babies, and being my hot little baby momma, aren’t you, baby? Should I make you a momma then, angel?” He chuckles, in response to the way you moan and seemingly tighten around his length at the thought.

“Gyu! Gyu, Oh god, yes, yes, yes! Mhmm… Ohh fuck, Ohh fuck, Ohhhhh fuckkk! So fucking good. You’re always so fucking good to me, daddy! God yes, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! You’re so fucking big, Gyu! Oh god, it’s like your cock is gonna rearrange my guts and tear me open. Just like that, daddy! Just like that. Oh, fucking shit! I love you, Kim Mingyu. I love feeling your cock so deep inside of my little pussy.” You repeatedly moan, deep in subspace and even deeper in a hormone-filled daze. Nails alternating between gripping tightly onto Mingyu’s beefy biceps and roaming his back muscles. 

“Your tiny little pussy is so greedy for my cum, darlin’. Your wet, tight cunt is sucking me in so deep, Don’t you feel it? Look, baby, look at how desperately your pussy wants me inside.” Mingyu grunts, grabbing one of your hands and trailing it down in the direction of your stomach and core. “Ya feel that, baby girl. Can you feel your cute little stomach bulging every time I push my cock deeper inside you? I’m in so deep, it feels like my cock is gonna hit your cervix for sure. Your tiny cunny is working overtime just to take my whole cock inside you, but even though I’m stretching your tight little walls out to the max right now, we all know your perfect little pussy is just gonna tighten up even more again.” 

“Fu-ff-fuck… Oh my fucking god! I- M-Mm… Mingyu! ‘M gonna, ‘m gonna… Oh my god! Aaaahhhh…. Ngggghhh. D-dd-don’t… mhmm fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, Oh god! Mingyu, don’t you dare fucking stop. Don’t fucking stop, just like that, fuck… Just like that, daddy! Oh my god, Gyu, it’s so fucking good. I feel so fucking good… so so so fucking good. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. I’m… mhmm shit, shit, shit! I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours! I’m yours and only yours, forever okay…” You loudly cry, tears spilling down your eyes from the mix of the intense pleasure coursing through your veins and the strong, overflowing love you feel for Kim Mingyu. 

“Damn right you are, angel. Mine! You’re mine forever and I’m only yours. I love you so much, y/n. Thank you for being with me all this time, thank you for giving me the great privilege of getting to be with you, of getting to call you my one and only baby. Thank you, baby girl.” Mingyu softly whispers, gently caressing your face and lovingly gazing into your eyes like you’re the only girl in his world. 

“You said you wanna make me your hot little baby mama, yeah?” You ask so casually, throwing the usually confident, cocky little shit off his game. Taken aback by the out-of-the-blue line of questioning, Mingyu is frozen in place for a moment. His chocolate eyes widened in sheer surprise and disbelief at the string of words he just heard. Yes, he has thought hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions of times about the idea of further making you his girl by impregnating you with his ropes of cum. He’d have to be a damn fool to not have an unspoken desire to see you pregnant with his child. 

“I… It-It w-ww-was.. ‘nt… I... are you sure princess?” He stammers, nervously, feeling his blood run cold as he simultaneously feels beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. You lightheartedly giggle, as a wide, bright smile etches across your face, your legs working to wrap around your boyfriend’s waist and trap the man in your embrace. “Gyu, I told you. I love you. I’m yours, only yours. Would it be such a bad idea if we started trying to have a family of our own? I wanna have your babies, Gyu. I wanna make you a daddy for real.” You sweetly admit. 

“Of course, I’ve thought many times about you being pregnant with my children. I’d be a fool not to think about how you’d be and look with a child, with my child, our child, but this relationship is a two-person team. So, I don’t wanna put you in any position where it feels like you don’t have a say. I’m just trying to make sure you really want this, baby. As hot as the idea of me possibly knocking you up is, it’s way more than that. Pregnancy is no joke, baby girl. What do you think, angel? I’m open to the idea of trying if that’s something you’re also open to.” Mingyu confesses, nerves running rogue and heart beating a million miles a minute. “Hmm…” You trail off, both mimicking Mingyu’s earlier action and actually giving deep thought to the idea of a family with Mingyu.

“I’m open to it, Gyu. We’re two hot ass people, so our babies would be some pretty and handsome as hell little humans. I wanna have your babies, Gyu. Now, cum for me, babe. Cum inside me, breed me nice and full, daddy! Make me a hot little baby mama, and I’ll make you a hot, sexy ass dilf that all the guys wish they were, and all the girls wish they could get with. Make me yours even more, daddy. Breed me, fill my tiny cunt with every last drop of your hot, thick cum. Breed me, daddy.” You sultrily moan, pulling Mingyu in closer despite already being pressed up right against each other. 

“Ohh fuck! You’re gonna be the death of me one day, princess.” Mingyu groans, throwing his head back. “What an iconic way to kick the bucket, babe.” You giggle brightly, kissing and licking a trail of love bites down the side of his neck and along his clavicles. “Oh my god, you’re a menace, a little vixen.” Mingyu feigns shock. “Uhh…. excuse me! I’m the menace?! You, sir… Oh, let’s see… who’s the one that pulled us both away from the notion of having the dinner I worked hard to make because they were ‘hungry and thirsty for something else?’ Oh, wait… I do believe that was you who said those very words, Kim Mingyu.” You scoff, in disbelief at your boyfriend. 

“I mean… can you really blame me, if I’m about to make you have the fucking orgasm of your life, darlin’? You’re the one who asked to be bred by daddy Gyu.” Mingyu counters, throwing you off your game now.

Kim Mingyu is a tease. A damn menace. A fucking ethereal, otherwordly cross-breed of model-level, actor-level, idol-level visuals and greek god physique. A man who seems too good to be true. But you truly wouldn’t have it any other way. Kim Mingyu is yours and you’re the luckiest person in the world to be his. 

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[romanreignseater]

Our Reflection.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Probably my dirtiest story yet. It’s just pure filth. Brace yourself.

“Being two beautiful people in a relationship causes us to look in the mirror quite often. So, why not take a chance and fuck in front of it.”

A/N: They need to stop targeting our Bloodline hero, Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. That’s my man and I got his back. Sorry… I’m in my feeling about NOC 😭. Had to write for my him, but I also got a Jimmy fic coming out soon, so stay tuned. Also, I didn’t forget about my Dean fic it’s still coming out as well.

GIF: @jeysuso

“You really think you could guess my Chipotle order?!”

My husband, Jey, smiled through FaceTime. “I feel the vibes right now, like that telepathic shit.”

I couldn’t even contain my laughter at his remark of us being telepathic. “So, what do I want then baby?!”

“Well, obviously you always want me that’s a given.” I rolled my eyes at slick comment and he cheesed real hard.

“Okay then with yo fine ass, what do I want?!”

“I thought I was handsome.” His hand over his heart as if he were hurt. “You’re actually an idiot.” Jey soon began sniffling like he was going to cry, eyes closed and all.

This boy really in the middle of Chipotle actin a fool.

“Okayyy… handsome.” He peeled one eye open and smirked at me lovingly. “What. Do. I. Want?!”

He opened his mouth, giving me a long and very dramatic pause just to say, “I can’t tell you that mama. But, I know you always get chips and guac, so that’s all you need to know.”

This boy better get my burrito.

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Roughly about two hours later, I began doing my makeup. My girls invited me out to a quick little lunch.

I’ve been waiting for Jey, but my chipotle STILL… had yet to arrive. I wasn’t gonna sit around and not get me something to eat. So, lunch with my girls it was.

Trin was on her way to pick me up, so I had some time to kill. The 28’ inch jet black silky buss down was laid, and the all black outfit was hugging my curves in all the right places. My top had a heart cutout right at my cleavage showcasing my ample breasts and my leggings were definitely holding my ass tight.

As I looked in the mirror, making sure everything was looking right before I continued my makeup. In the mirror I could see Mr. Main Event Jey Uso standing in the doorway admiring me.

Looking down at his reflection, I could see a Chipotle bag in his hand. But, when looking up I could see his bottom lip sheathed behind his teeth.

Turning back around to the mirror continuing my makeup, “Look who decided to show up.”

I could hear Jey’s heavy size 13 feet nearing me. Looking up from my eyeshadow palette, my husband’s big frame could surround my entire body. He stood behind me with his hat on backwards, gold link chain dancing on his neck, Niu Tat crop top, and black cotton Nike shorts.

“And where yo’ ass think you going looking this fine?!”

Jey pressed himself against my backside, and I could feel his heavy member stabbing me in the ass. The bag of food was placed on the counter and Jey’s hands were placed on the counter in front of me, practically trapping me between the both of them.

“I hope you got what I wanted sir.”

I continued doing my eyeshadow and Jey looked at me with utter confusion. He pushed my hair behind my ear and whispered, “You ain’t answer my question.” (Just imagining this is Jey’s voice 😩).

“And I don’t want to, your ass took forever with my food.”

Jey’s lips soon traveled down my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking at it passionately. I completely ignored his gestures, and he could tell his neck kisses weren’t working.

“I got you a burrito, I felt that telepathic shit.”

“That’s cute babe, but I got plans to go eat out anyways.” Turning around I swiped a little eyeshadow on his cheek. I giggle as his face remained stone cold.

“So… who you got these ‘plans’ with?!”

“Nunya.”

Jey’s face changed from a sly and hard stare, to a completely hard stare.

“So you’re telling me… you going out to eat, looking all good, smelling all good, just to make me upset cause I brought your Chipotle late?!”

I paused brush strokes and looked him in his eyes in the mirror. “I still would’ve went out with the girls, even if you brought the Chipotle earlier. So… I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“What I’m gonna tell you is what I’m gonna do to you.” Jey begins to sort of pace around me back and forth. He then walks back behind me and bent my back over the counter slowly.

“What are you doing boy?! I got a lunch to go to.”

My breasts were soon pressed against the counter, and Jey’s knees spread my legs apart. His grip on my back arrived to the back of my neck and my breathing became heavier.

He bent down to my level in front of the mirror, looking me in my eyes and said, “Imma eat this pussy real good, fuck you real hard, you finna eat this burrito, and then I’ll think about letting you go out,”

His commands made me very upset, but also really wet.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I gotta finish getting ready.” As I tried to get up from my bent position, I couldn’t. Jey’s strength totally overpowered mine and there was really no way I’d get up.

“Yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere.” I yelped as a smack was placed on my ass. A couple more smacks were laid upon my ass and tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Aww, you crying and I didn’t even fuck you yet. And to think yo’ ass was tryna run from this dick. Tsk tsk tsk.” I looked up at him with fury.

Jey’s hands went from the back of my neck to my clothed, pulsing mound. Massaging it ever so gracefully. Goosebumps arose from my arms and Jey chuckled, practically enjoying the reactions I was trying not to give him.

Jey shocked me by ripping my leggings straight down the middle, panties and all.

“JEY!! WHAT THE FUC-.” His large and bear like hands covered my mouth, nearly my entire face. “Shhhhh.” He placed a kiss on top of my head and his fingers traveled from my neck to my cunt.

Rubbing my slick juices all over the entirety of my pussy. “Unhh, oh my g-.” I moaned through his hand, but I soon stopped moaning as Jey paused his ministrations. Looking at him with pure anger, he took his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked on my juices.

“That shit tasty mama.” Even though, he was pissing me off, he was just so irresistible. “I’m about to go to town on that pussy.”

I watched as his head dipped down and he was at level with my pussy. I felt him spread my lips apart and his hot breath cascading it. His thick thumb traced my pussy lips gently and he pressed it against my clit.

“Gotta taste it before I fuck it huh?!” As I tried to get a word out, he dived right in. He spread his mouth over my center. My hand traveled behind and was placed on the back of his head while he went to work. He drooled all over this pretty little pussy, causing me to whimper and whine for him.

Jey slurped on me a little more before bringing his hand up to meet my ass with a stinging slap. I continued to breathe deeply as he was really eating it from the back.

He feasted wholeheartedly on me, not stopping. This pussy belonged to him all day, everyday, whenever he wanted it, and he damn sure was getting it now. My legs shook as I felt the pressure build up. “Unhhhh, I’m cumming Jey.”

“Cum for daddy mama.” His saliva drooled from my ass to my clit, making even more of a mess. Just absolutely tonguing me down to the max. I came all over his tongue and I shook with pleasure. But, I soon screamed as he didn’t stop.

The overstimulation was getting to me, and I knew I was going to burst. My ears to deaf the other sounds, the only thing I could hear was the gushy noises coming from his filthy mouth.

“Oh my god, I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!”

“Go on baby.” My pussy lips quivered as Jey continually made out with it sloppily. I reached my high and squirted all over Jey’s face.

I had an out of body experience as Jey rubbed me through out the rest of my orgasm. My ass gained a couple more abusive smacks and Jey’s shorts were dropping.

Lifting my head up and arching my back for me, Jey told me his exact plans. “I’m for real about to get balls deep in my shit, ya understand me?!” My eyes lowered and breath staggered as I tried my best to look at him in his eyes.

“Ya understand me princess?!”

Gulping, I accept his orders. “Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be running now.”

I couldn’t really make no promises of that, cause if he got to hitting that spot; which I knew he would, it would be a wrap.

His swollen mushroom tip glided against my cunt savagely, spreading my juices all over his tip. Jey soon pressed his tan brown dick in, gently massaging my walls instantly.

He smacked my ass once more. “That ass juicy just like that pussy.”

“Just fuck me boy.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He pushed my chest deeper into the counter, getting in a few solid strokes of that monster dick before gradually picking up speed. He starts stroking me so good, and the pleasure is near unbearable. “Okay baby, stop I’m cumming.”

“Already?! I barely started and I’m having fun.”

My little manicured hands were placed upon his rock hard abs trying to get him to stop. “I’m serious STOP!!” My pussy was getting obliterated and Jey had yet to stop. I began squirting all over his cock and my whole body began to convulse.

“Damn girl… I was about to get my leg up on the counter so I could really hit that shit.” My breath was sucked out of my lungs and my heart felt like it had just stopped. Jey held onto the sides of my stomach and waited for my breathing to calm down.

“You better be ready now, cause ain’t no stopping.”

He placed his length back into my cunt, stretching my walls to accommodate his meaty girth. My head was soon lifted and held in place as Jey fixed my vision to him and him only in the mirror.

“I know how much you like to look in the mirror, Imma really give you something to look at.”

Jey’s foot was placed on the counter right beside me and my head nearly fell, but he was quick to catch it. My toes curled and my brows furrowed. “Daddy, you’re so deep.”

“I know baby.”

He plunged into my cunt so devilishly, “It feels like you’re in my stomach.”

Jey plunged forward so his stomach was placed against my back. He cupped my cheeks, “I know, cause I am in your guts.”

His strokes just absolutely brutal, grabbing my hair, and smacking my ass digging off in my pussy. Balls sticking and slapping against my clit, providing an entire new sensation.

Pounding my g-spot like there was no tomorrow. Both of us moaning and watching one another reflections in the mirror. I watched Jey’s stomach tensed admiring my thickness spreading me all the way out, my cunt tightening as he slid in and out of me with ease.

“That pussy so wet baby, that shit talking to me huh?!”

“Yes daddy all for you.”

“I know that’s right.”

My body went limp and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My knees threaten to give out, but Jey’s vice like grip on my hips lead me to continue to stand upright. “I’m cumming so hard daddy, you’re fucking the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, let the neighbors know my name mama. Scream for me.”

With a loud cry, I squirted all over his length, nearly pushing it out. Jey began to chuckle as he sped up his pace, clutching my ass cheeks for dear life. Moaning sweetly as he released heavy spurt after heavy spurt into the warmth of my sweet little pussy. Pulling out with one final smack to my ass, his cum dribbled out of my hole onto my clit.

Grabbing my cheeks harshly, he kissed me sloppily. Spit all over my lips and around my mouth. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too boy.”

As we looked into each others eyes, we could hear the loud banging of the front door.

“Y/N!! GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!! Are you coming or not?!”

“Tell Trin you already did.”

Rolling my eyes once more at my husband, but his big smile got me every time.

——————————————————————————

THE END.

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[romantichomicide95]

Hi! Could I possibly request an AOT men (Eren and Levi only) with a fem!reader where she is thinking they are mad or want to break up with her or something? And they reassure her they still love her.

Thankyou I’ve just followed you and I really love your stuff so far!

Sure thing! Thanks for the follow x I just did Levi for now but keep a look out and I’ll do a separate post for Eren :)

You were dreading this conversation. You could feel the beating of your heart like drums pattering away at the inside of your chest. The thought of even bringing this topic up to him was silly at best. But it had been gnawing at your brain for days. You knew it would cause an argument and you weren’t ready for that. But it was something you had to say, you had to let out.

You and Levi had fights before. All couples do, but you were scared this one you were about to start would piss him off so much he’d end it. You couldn’t bear the thought of him ending it. It would be the end of the most beautiful thing you’ve ever had.

Sure Levi wasn’t a romantic, your relationship wasn’t huge and flashy. But it was perfect all the same. He was perfect. The thought of losing him, the one person in these god damn walls you couldn’t live without, was a thought you didn’t want to bear witness to.

Still you knew your insecurities, you knew how badly seeing them interact made you feel. You knew she was a snake slithering her way into his life, trying to sink her teeth in. And you also knew you couldn’t let that happen.

But Levi hated these conversations. He hated how jealous you could be, he didn’t understand it. You guys were together. That should be all that mattered. But he didn’t know what you know. He didn’t know Petra in the ways you did, he didn’t know how badly she wanted to take him from you. He didn’t understand how their friendship affected you. And you knew he hated anyone dictating who he could and couldn’t talk to. He hated how dumb and trivial these things were. How in a world with Titans and shitty government officials and dwindling humanity these silly things could affect you so. But you had to talk to him about it.

So now here you were outside his office, knocking on his door. Sweat dripping from your brow, heart pounding in your chest, fear creeping into your mind.

“I’ve told you countless times that you don’t need to knock” he opened the door and gestured for you to come in. Door closed he leaned in kissed you on the forehead and returned to his desk.

“I thought Hange roped you into experiments with her today? Manage to escape?” he asked, slight amusement in his voice.

“Haha yeah…” you gulp, here goes nothing “I actually wanted to talk to you about something”. You could feel the flush of your cheeks, your heart beating even faster than before. Could he hear the drumming? It was practically all you could focus on.

“Okay…you have my attention.” He said leaning back in his office chair and crossing his arms. He was looking at you with such curiosity, his jet black hair hanging in his face. One brow raised, piercing blue eyes focused solely on you. Those eyes could hypnotize anyone, you thought. It was like they were made for you, a small river of the prettiest blue for you and only you to lose yourself in everytime you looked in them.

“Right” you say stepping a few steps closer before finally deciding to sit on his sofa. The very sofa you took countless naps on while he holed himself in here doing hours of paperwork.

“So I wanted to talk about Petra…” you finally say after a pause that felt like eternity.

“What about Petra?” He says quizzingly.

“Well, idk how to say this exactly, so I’ll just spit it out.” You take a deep breathe “She’s in love with you. She has been for awhile. She thinks you like her too, or at least liked her, before we got together.”

He scoffs. “I didn’t.” He says firmly.

“Okay, well either way I just feel like you guys spend a lot of time together and that kind of bothers me. I think she thinks she can steal you or something and…”

He cuts you off “I’m not an object to be stolen Y/N” you could feel the irritation in his voice hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew he got irritated easily, it’s just who he was. But it didn’t hurt any less.

“I know that Levi. I didn’t mean it like that. I just feel like she thinks if you guys spend time together that you’ll break up with me for her. She’s as much said it to anyone that will listen how you don’t even act like you like me, how you too are more matched together. How she’s stronger than me at fighting and that makes her better and…and…God idk Levi it’s just annoying to hear. I know you don’t like involving yourself in this shit but can’t you like distance yourself or idk tell her off?”

“Tsk. Fuck Y/N. This jealousy shit is stupid. She’s on our squad, I can’t help we train together or see each other. This is ridiculous” he was almost yelling. “I don’t have any feelings towards her at all and never have. Of course I like you if you don’t believe that than I don’t know what we’re doing here”

I don’t know what we’re doing here. The words cut you like a knife. You were starting to regret bringing it up all together. How stupid could you be? Of course he didn’t like her. He liked you. He might not say it all the time but he shows it all the time. In his own Levi ways. You appreciated how he showed you he cared, actions speak louder than words after all.

“What does that mean Levi? You don’t know what we’re doing here?? Are you saying you don’t know why we are together? Are you saying you don’t want to be with me?” You were crying now. Tears rolling down your cheeks like the rain.

“Jesus Christ don’t be so dramatic.” He was standing now. Walking towards you, you thought for a second he was going to kick you out. Open the door and push you away forever.

But he didn’t. He walked towards you sat down on the sofa next you and wiped your tears. His face seemed to soften at the sight of them. He almost looked as if he felt…bad.

“I’m sorry, don’t cry. I hate when you cry. Of course I’m not saying that. Ugh” he groans running his fingers through his hair.

“I think this is just stupid. I don’t mean to be harsh. We’ve got bigger things to deal with right now than whether or not some stupid girl likes your boyfriend.” He sighs.

“Listen, I love you. You know that. If it bothers you that much I’ll tell her to back off. It’s stupid, really fucking stupid, but I’ll do it for you. You know I’d do anything for you. Now please stop crying idk what to do when you cry”. He awkwardly wraps his arms around you and weirdly pays your back. Comforting people wasn’t his forte. You knew that, but however awkward he was it always made you feel better. Being in his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin. Breathing him in.

You sigh. As if to let out all the emotion you had bottled up inside “I love you to Levi. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be dramatic I just love you so much it scares me sometimes. I don’t want to lose you” You say into his shoulder. Still wrapped in his arms.

He lets go of you and roll his eyes. Like he always does when you get too mushy.

“Okay. Okay.” He says still seated next to you. Still looking at you with those damn eyes of his.

“I’m not going anywhere, even if you are a dramatic little brat.” He almost smiles…Almost. “I will try to be better and I’ll do my best to let Petra know I’m not interested. I’m happy where I’m at….now can I get back to my paperwork? You can help me if you want”

This seems to satisfy you. In his own way he did comfort you. He did make you feel better. You jumped up from the sofa threw your arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, grabbing a stack of paperwork. It was the least you could do after all this.

Your mind wasn’t racing anymore, the drumming ceased and you felt content that you and Levi could last, and make it through anything. Even Titans.

Hope you enjoyed. I’m not super comfortable with fics/drabbles yet so I’m sorry if my formatting or anything was off! I’m still learning!

[tanmono]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

EPILOGUE.

The True Love of Beauty and the Beast.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

spoilers from gilbert's route.

trigger warning: smut.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

The nickname "Gil" was also familiar in the old days.

The name my brother and mother often called me had a special warmth to it, and I loved it even as a child.

However, there is no family in this world who calls me "Gil" anymore.

I had to force a wounded boy I picked up at Rhodolite to call me "Gil",

As he grew up, he rarely called me by that name.

(I thought I'd never hear someone call the trampling beast by its nickname again.)

(It was a symbol of family for me.)

Emma: Gil……

And yet, Emma, who has become my official fiancée, calls me with that nickname.

There are some awkwardness, but I have not heard "Gil" in a long time,

It was so full of happiness that my heart seemed to melt.

(This is bad…..when Emma calls me "Gil," it's like I'm not myself anymore.)

The bane of the world, the trampling beast, the man who has terrorized the entire continent in this way,

The mere mention of my nickname in bed makes me want to bury my face in my pillow.

I couldn't do that, so I just covered Emma’s lips with mine.

Gilbert: Can you say it again?

Emma:….When you’re urging me like that, it’s difficult.

Gilbert: Just say it naturally.

(It’s your fault for giving the bad guys a good bait, you see?)

I pushed Emma onto the sheets and bit into the skin through her jet-black dress.

I avoided kissing her lips so that she could call my name at any time, and I slowly made more and more bite marks.

(…..I've got time today, and I'm not going to make you feel better right away.)

Flicking my tongue over the bite marks, avoiding the places where Emma’s body is pleasurable.

Emma: Aahhh, Lord Gilbert——

Gilbert: You’ve said it wrong, you know?

(You're the one who wanted to get to know me better.)

Emma:…It's hard to say that without being aware of it.

Emma: Not to mention, I’m…embarrassed.

Gilbert: Then let's practice until you get used to it, okay?

Gilbert: Come on, I'll make love to you until the end of the night, just like you wanted.

Emma:….I don't want——

Gilbert: No?

Emma:…….

(I like that you don't shy away from denying it, Emma.)

Gilbert: I'll make you feel good every time you can call me that. But if you can't do that——

I lightly pressed her breasts against the top of her black dress.

I tried tickling her many times, but everything seemed to be blocked by the dress,

Emma began to sway her body in frustration.

Gilbert: Shall we do this forever?

Emma:…..Gil.

(I can't stand it. ….Hehe, I'm sure I'll hear a lot of names today.)

As promised, I pulled down her dress and bit into the swollen spot where she wanted to be touched.

While repeating such a games, before I knew it, the color of the sky had changed——

Gilbert:…Night came early, isn’t it?

(I got carried away too.)

I removed my eyepatch and looked down at Emma, who was lying helplessly in the darkness with no lights on.

The sheets were so stained that it was a good thing I had taken off her dress during the day.

(All I did was chew and lick and tease her for a long time, and she turned out like this.)

I’ve been teasing her and making her feel good….her body has been twitching and aching just a while ago.

Gilbert: After all that love, you still can't get enough?

A quick stroke between her legs caused Emma to shriek and jump up.

Emma: Aah…Lord Gilbert…..

(….You’re stiff.)

Gilbert: I'm not going to stop you like that, okay?

Emma: Gil……

Gilbert: Even if you fix your mistakes, I won't stop as well.

(How many times are we going to repeat the same mistakes? I'm not used to it at all.)

I hugged Emma from behind and put my hands around her waist to prevent her from escaping.

Tears trickled down the corners of Emma’s eyes as I deliberately stirred the surface between her legs.

Gilbert: Don't cry.

Emma: Nn…I can't...my body is already….

Emma: Everywhere you touched me was.…weird…..

Gilbert: Hmm.

Emma: Ah...ahhh….

I slipped my finger deep inside and started stirring again.

I stirred the hot and tender spot until I almost got burned, but I stopped when I heard Emma’s sweet voice.

Gilbert: I'll stop being mean to you when your awkwardness goes away.

Emma: Gil…..

Gilbert: That’s still not up to par, because it's more like you’re "trying too hard to say it first," right?

Emma:….It's tough.

Gilbert: I'm also in a good mood. I'll make you stop using honorifics soon, okay?

(I'm royalty, but I don't want you to be the only one who sees me that way.)

Emma:….I'll get used to it….little by little.

Gilbert: Wouldn't it be better if you called me Gil even in public?

Emma:….No.

Gilbert: Is it no good?

Emma: That’s right.

(I was told more clearly than I expected. I'm a little disappointed.) // (You said it more flatly than I thought. I’m a little disappointed.)

When I took a blatant breath, Emma, who only turned her face, laughed softly.

Emma: Lord Gilb—— Gil, I don't want anyone to see that relaxing face of yours.

(Relaxing face…?)

(……)

(….I wonder if I am. Because it's true that I got carried away)

Even without looking in the mirror, it was easy to imagine that my face was far from that of a trampling beast.

(And not for such a cute reason. .....)

Emma: I see….you've transferred your jealousy to me as well.

Emma’s languid yet joyful smile made my cruel feelings blow away.

Gilbert: Hehe, compared to me, you're not even close.

Gilbert: You should be so jealous that you want to kill everything around you.

Emma:….If you treat me with jealousy like that, the country will perish.

Gilbert: But that means, we can be alone in the true sense, right?

Emma:…..

Gilbert: Ahaha, just kidding.

Gilbert:….For now.

Emma: Please keep joking. // Please keep up with your jokes.

Gilbert: I suppose it's up to you.

We laugh at each other, and then our lips meet in an involuntarily closer view.

We've been flirting for a while now, but it’s been a long time since we’ve kissed.

(I'm at my wits end, so I'll call it a night.)

(….I got her to call me Gil 49 times, so I guess that's good enough for me.)

I made Emma, who was dazed by the afterglow of the kiss, sit on my lap facing each other as I penetrated her body

I felt like I was going to lose consciousness because I had endured it all this time.

(But Emma doesn't seem to be able to afford more.)

Tears fall from the corners of Emma’s eyes again as I rock my hips.

Emma: Nnhh….ahh…Gil….

Gilbert: Hehe….50 times now.

Emma: Haa….what……

Gilbert: Nothing.

When I embrace Emma, I am enveloped by the sweet scent that is unique to the night.

I felt a strong clinging to my shoulder and her fingernails digging into my shirt.

(I've…. lost everyone who called me "Gil" once, Emma.)

(But I will not lose you by any means necessary.)

The shackles of engagement and the chains of love.

I’ll tie you up so you don't leave me forever…..

The engagement ceremony and the only obsidian rose ring worn by the naked Emma are all part of that.

(….But there were some miscalculations.)

(It was supposed to be an engagement ceremony for me to tie you up…..)

(Every time you call my name, I feel like I'm more tied to you than you are to me.)

(I wonder which one of us is bound to another….?)

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[tzuyuscloud]

Heyo! May I request a scenario where reader and chaewon (lesserafim) were best friends since childhood but reader had to move away. They met again, when they both became idols and they started to talk again and start to date privately!

Dreams Kim Chaewon x Fem Reader

TW// mention of blood

First day of Kindergarten

On your first day of kindergarten you walked into the colorful classroom looking for a place to sit after hanging up your backpack next to a bright blue Hello Kitty themed bag. You looked at the name tag on the bag attempting to read the messy handwriting. “Kim Ch-Chaewon?” you stuttered out.

“Das my bookbag” a small voice mumbled from behind you. You turned around seeing a short girl who looked to be about 3 years old but was really 6 just like you. She had big brown eyes and jet black hair that stopped at her mid back with bangs. “Hewwo my name is Kim Chaewon, whats your name?” she asked shyly. Her eyes never met yours but stayed planted on your shoes which were a sparkly yellow that also had a Sanrio character stitched onto them.

“Hi Chaewonie, my name is L/N, F/N. I really like your bookbag. Do you wanna be my friend?” Chaewon was shocked by your sudden question, a wide smile pulling at her chubby cheeks.

“Really!!? Of course! I’ve never had a friend before!” She jumped up and down excitedly before clinging to your arm.

5th Grade

You looked over at your best friend who sat beside you in the hallway, holding her book-bag over her head just like you. You saw as the teacher smacked her hand when she attempted to lower her arms just for a second. “Ugh my arms are gonna break, seonsaengnim~” Chaewon whined her face was red from the actions but you still couldnt help but smile at her cute pout.

You and Chaewon were late to class because you two were rehearsing for your talent show duet you were doing together. You both dreamed of becoming idols together and winning global awards together. But right now all you two were accomplishing was the world record for how long a student could hold their backpack over their heads without crying. Although Chaewon failed, as tears streamed down her reddened cheeks.

10th grade

Chaewon started going to school at Hanlim performing arts school leaving you alone at school because she was able to become a trainee. Deep down your heart was aching, not only because you didn’t see your best friend often but because you had a hard time finding auditions and even passing the first one. You practiced hard day and night on top of studying until you got nose bleeds, becoming top student of your class.

Randomly when you were walking home from class one evening you saw a tall man in a business casual suit following behind you closely causing your heart to start racing and you started walking faster before bolting through the steep alleyway. “yah! slow down!” the man shouted eventually catching up to you when you fell, scrapping your exposed knees.

You were already frustrated with everything on your mind and not hearing from your best friend for a while, that you falling was really your last straw causing you to break down. “Oh! oh my are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you” The man held out his hand offering help. You took his offer, standing up and brushing yourself off before you wiped your tears away with a sniffle. “Who are you?” You sniffled.

“Im a talent scouter. I work for JYP, you seem like idol material but from that fall I think you’d make a great actress as well.” the man laughed but you didn’t smile not once.

12th grade

When you heard about Chaewon’s debut in IZone you were practicing for your dance evaluation when Ryujin came up to you showing you her phone screen. “The year of the 4th gen girl groups are beginning!!!” she squealed excitedly. As you skimmed the group image of the 12 girls a certain red haired beauty caught your eye. Chaewon was stunning.

Later that night, as you were watching youtube you suddenly got a FaceTime notification and saw the name ‘Kim Chaewon’ pop up on your screen. You’ve never hit ‘join’ so fast in your life, smiling widely when Chaewon’s beautiful face popped up on the screen.

“Chaewonie!! I miss you so much! Congratulations unnie!! You look so beautiful in your debut photos.” You cheered through the phone.

“Aww I love you so much” Chaewon poked out her bottom lip giving you her signature pout that you received since the first day of Kindergarten. “It was just like yesterday when we were sitting in the hallway for several class periods holding our bags above our head” she brought up the memory, causing the two of you to burst out in fits of laughter. You two were awake until 2am retelling old memories and laughing away eventually falling asleep on the phone together like old times.

Present

It was the end of the year award shows, all of the kpop groups gathering together, performing and presenting awards. You had debuted under JYP after 3 years of training in the group ITZY, and Izone had a heartbreaking disbandment going their own ways, but some members like Chaewon and Sakura stayed together and debuted under HYBE as LeSserafim.

Being that you and Chaewon had a little more freedom now you guys would always spend time together nearly every time you could. One night Chaewon had confessed her feelings for you afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way for her but ended up kissing her as your response. This began your private relationship not wanting anyone to know at all being as it could lead to a scandal and trouble for the both of you. But being since you’ve both been glued to the hip since your first day of school and even released childhood photos of the both of you, you both were certain no one would suspect a thing. And didn’t.

People would always ship you, and others would say you’re like siblings. As you and Chaewon were both relaxing in Chaewon’s room talking about random stuff you just took a moment to stop and admire her beauty. “Remember when we had dreamed of becoming idols together and winning awards?” You said suddenly. She nodded her head in response. “Can we add getting married and living happily together as well?” you whispered as you played with her shirt.

You shyly looked up at her the way she did when you two first met. “Yes we can” Chaewon caressed your cheek gently before lifting your chin to give her a kiss.

[jungle-angel]

Nightmare (Bob x Reader)

Summary: Bob’s always been with you through the worst of the worst....even the nightmares (P.S the reader is pregnant, sorry for not clarifying)

Beep....beep......the heart monitor ticked away....

Beep.....beep.....fainter and fainter as you howled for Bob’s name in the dark red void, your own racing, your feet running in ten foot bounding strides as though you were running after him......

beep.....beep...

beep........

BEEEEEEEPPP......!!!!!!! The flatline screeched in your ears.......

“BOB!!!!!! BOB!!!!!!” 

“OH MY GOD!!!! BOB!!!” you screamed out loud. 

Bob suddenly awoke to the sound of your screaming, shaken to the core as he tried to wake you. “Baby? Baby what’s wrong?” he questioned, the panic in his own voice evident. 

You sobbed into the pillow, hardly noticing the feeling of his hands running up and down your arms. “(Y/n), honey talk to me? What happened?” 

“I can’t, I can’t,” you squeaked. 

Bob tossed aside the covers and made his way over to your side of the bed, kneeling at your side as you shook and trembled, even under his gentle touch. Just by the look on your face alone it must have been really bad. 

“Shhh, sweetheart it’s ok,” Bob murmured, gently scratching at your shoulders. “Gimme one second, I’ve gotta go get my glasses.” 

You nodded weakly as he went and grabbed his glasses, a terrible feeling of nausea beginning to creep its way in as well as the violent kicking in your belly. “Oh baby,” you murmured. “Mama’s sorry. Mama’s so sorry...” 

Bob came right back to you and helped you sit up, easing you up slowly so that the rush of blood to your head didn’t cause you to pass out. “You ok?” he asked, cupping your face so that his thumb gently brushed away the tear stains on your cheeks. 

“God it was so scary,” you whimpered. “Everything was red and black.....like the Upside Down......I could hear a heart monitor and you, you were......oh Bob, I can’t even right now.” 

“Aw sweetheart come here,” he said, drawing you in close to him, your head resting on his chest. His heartbeat echoed in your ear, racing a little as his panic began to subside. “It’s alright. I’m here....I’m here.” 

Your fingers clenched, gripping a handful of his t-shirt in your fingers. You felt it once again, the kicking that literally took your breath away. “Oh....ow....ow! Shit.....” 

“Here, lay down,” Bob said. 

He helped you ease onto your back, propping your head and shoulders up to make you comfortable. When Bob looked at the clock, the green digital numbers read 3:45 am......the Witching Hour. God why was it always between three and five in the morning that shit hit the fan? For the longest time he had only thought it was the deep seeded beliefs of his superstitious Irish grandmother.....but later on, Bob had realized she had been right.

“First thing’s first,” he chuckled. “We are not.....I repeat not ever.....watching Stranger Things before bed, ever again.” 

You laughed a little, gripping his hand in yours. It was so warm, so comforting.....you didn’t want to let it go. All too soon your bliss was broken as the kicking started again. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding little guy,” you winced. 

Bob crawled in beside you, his hand and his head coming to rest on your belly. “Shhhh,” he murmured. “It’s ok, it’s ok buddy. Daddy’s here.....Daddy’s got you. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you or to Mama....I promise.” 

Your fingers raked through Bob’s shiny, dark blonde hair as his gentle hand and voice seemed to soothe the baby. It wasn’t long before his voice began to sing, the tune as familiar as the jets that flew over Mirimar. 

“ It goes on and on Bound to forever Even when we're gone It goes on and on We'll be together At the rising of the dawn It goes on....”

His voice was as low and sweet as rain, singing every word perfectly, just as he had when you had slow danced at the Zac Brown concert just weeks after your wedding. You felt so much more relaxed with Bob there as he rested against you. In no time at all, you felt the baby resting inside you, no longer squirming or frightened. You laughed a little as Bob’s snoring soon filled the room as you drifted back to sleep. Thank God the two of you didn’t have to work in the morning. 

3 months later

Bob looked around the room with one arm around you and your son, Michael, resting his tiny head over his heart. The other pilots, Penny and Maverick included, were all asleep, having arrived in the middle of the night to see their new nephew. 

 Michael twitched a little, a squeaky little cough escaping his throat along with a cry. Bob very carefully lifted his arm from behind you, trying his damndest not to wake you. “Shhhh, shhh it’s ok,” he murmured. “Did you have a nightmare?” 

Michael’s eyes blinked open, staring right up at Bob. “You know,” he said. “Mommy had a bad nightmare once too. But you know what? Your mommy, your daddy and all your aunties and uncles will make them go away. You know why? Because we love you.” 

Bob shifted him a little bit in his arms so that Michael’s head came to rest over Bob’s heart, his shirt open just slightly enough for skin-to-skin contact. Michael’s eyes began to slowly drift shut at the sound of his father’s gentle heartbeat, his fingertips brushing lightly over the soft tufts of dark gold hair. Bob looked over at you, a tired smile on your face as you looked up at him. Your eyes met for the briefest second before he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I love you Bob,” you whispered. 

“I love you too (y/n),” Bob said, giving you an Eskimo kiss before he kissed your lips again. “I always will.” 

“Always?” 

“Always.”

[unabashegirl]

Enticing (15)

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The private jet had arrived early in the morning to the land of gladiators and abundant pizza.

Y/N could barely hold her excitement as they stepped out of the plane. After a good night's sleep, she was ready to take on Rome. She still had no idea where they were staying, but she was too excited to care. Y/N could sleep on the streets and wouldn’t care as long as she stayed in Italy. It had always been on her bucket list.

“Welcome home, Alessandro” Y/N whispered to him. He stood with all his pride staring at the sunrise of his motherland. Y/N could see his glossy eyes, she could see that he was fighting with all his strength to not share a tear.

Alessandro had been all over the world.  He had experienced most cultures yet nothing ever compared to the land that gave birth to him. He always felt nostalgic.

“Alright! We got so much to do!” He sniffed one last time then turned around to his friends. “Who is driving what?” There was no way he was going to cry in front of his friends.

Three convertible Ferraris were parked and waiting for them.

“I want the red” William said as he threw his coat on the passenger seat, claiming his vehicle.

“Then you better move your bag from my seat” Michael dictated as he walked up to the car.

“What happened to chivalry?” Alessandro asked, “This is Y/N’s first trip. She should choose first, Neanderthals” he rolled his eyes at their foolish behavior. “Which one would you like, piccola?”

Harry looked down at Y/N and smiled at her expression.

“They are real Ferraris?” She asked him causing all three men to chuckle.

“Yes, pup”

“Then none of them!” She exclaimed, “What if we crash one?”

“Just choose one!” Alessandro said between laughs, “if it makes you feel better all the cars have insurance”. 

“Black then” Harry smiled, and Alessandro threw him the car keys.

“Good choice” he winked, pressing his hand on her back, gently guiding her towards the luxurious car. Harry got into his seat, but not before opening the door for her.

“I guess I’ll take the white” Alessandro shrugged and got in. “I’ll see you assholes there!” He yelled over the motor of the car and accelerated.

“Why are you so quiet?” Harry started the car and pulled down the roof. He wanted her to enjoy their trip to the fullest.

“It’s just— I’ve never been around these types of things” It was as if she was discovering a whole new world.

“Oh you’ve seen nothing” he smirked and pressed on the gas. She screamed from the force and her hair went flying. Harry laughed at her and shook his head.

He knew where they were staying. Therefore, he didn’t follow Alessandro, especially when he saw how fascinated Y/N was with the view. So, he took a different route and went out of his way to drive past the Coliseum and the most beautiful parts of the city.

“I am in love” Y/N exhaled with a big smile. She ran her fingers through her hair trying to untangle the mess.

“Really?” He raised a brow as he finally decided to head toward the apartment.

“I might just quit and move her”

“That would be a breach of your contract Ms. Y/L/N” he joked, “and if that’s the case then we would all follow you here”. The thought of Harry moving just to be with her warmed her heart and made her feel special. It meant he cared. He cared more than he let on.

Harry finally decided they had spent enough time driving around, so he headed toward Alessandro’s apartment. It was Harry’s second home. He remembered the day that Alessandro had officially inherited the apartment. They had just turned eighteen, and they had moved into the empty apartment. They had just gotten into college and a summer in Italy seemed like a good idea. They sleep on air mattresses for that first month. Until Alessandro’s father found out that they had spent all the money on alcohol And club covers. Alessandro’s father yelled and lectured them for a week, but the boys never regretted it.

The apartment was located near Vatican City. It wasn’t as big or as contemporary as their New York apartments, but that’s what made it so special.

“Where you guys go?” Alessandro asked as he waited for them with the front door wide open. The apartment was situated on the eighth floor and the elevator seemed out of service. Therefore, they walked up the stairs. Harry was just thankful that he didn’t have to carry baggage.

“Just took her for a ride”

“Alright. Welcome to mia casa piccola”

“I can already tell it’s gorgeous,” Y/N said as Harry intertwined their hands and pulled her through the door frame. She could tell by just looking at the floors and decorations in the foyer. The floor was covered in light-colored wood. The walls were decorated with different moldings and paintings covered the walls. Right on top of Y/N’s head, a breathtaking chandelier hung.

“Are we staying in the same bedrooms as always?” Harry asked, giving Y/N some time to study the space.

“I think so” Alessandro nodded, shutting the front door. “But first, Francesca is setting up breakfast on the terrace”

Francesca was the housekeeper in charge of every state in the name of Alessandro. She had been working for Alessandro’s family for years. She had even been there for his birth. Francesca was the most trusted staff member that the family had. So, when Alessandro had called and asked her to tidy up the apartment in Rome, she had been over the roof.

“There you are!” William and Michael already sat around the table, each with a mimosa. The day was extremely sunny, but it felt nice after experiencing so much rain lately in New York. “I thought you had ditched us for some sexy time” Michael wiggled his eyebrows at them. “I give you permission to do so”

“You think we need your permission?” Harry asked as he pulled out a chair for his girlfriend.

“Of course you do! This is a friend trip! You can’t just run off and do whatever you want!” Michael argued, “I call on fuzzy champion” He banged the table.

William, Harry, and Alessandro laughed.

“What the fuck” William exhaled, “Why did I ever agree to come?” He sat up on his chair and finished his mimosa in one gulp. “Fran? I need more champagne less orange juice”

“Fuzzy what?”

“Fuzzy champion,” Harry and Alessandro said in unison.

“It’s some stupid shit we came up with when we were in college” William explained without getting into the details.

“And way too drunk” Harry laughed, running his fingers through the front of his head and taking it off his eyes before slipping on his sunglasses. It wasn’t hot, but the sun was beating down on them.

“Stupid? I am offended. That’s what you think of us?!” Everyone laughed at his ‘I am so offended’ expression. He was faking it, but he would never forget their pack. Sure — it was silly, but it was part of their history as friends.

“What does the fuzzy champion intend?” Y/N asked just before Francesca showed up with two servers and platters of different food.

Coffee was served, with eggs, fruits, all types of bread, and more mimosas.

“If you need anything else please let me know,” said Francesca, leaving to check on the fresh linen and bedrooms.

“It basically entailed that we would never let girls get in the way of anything. For example, if Michael invited me to go out or had a prior commitment with him then I couldn’t ditch his ass for a girl” William explained after he made sure that Francesca had left the premises.

“Weren’t you in college?” Y/N couldn’t believe that four college boys would put their friends before girls for four years.

“Yes, so what?”

“Well everyone in college is trying to get laid” She pointed to the obvious reaching out for some bread, so she could spread some strawberry marmalade over it. “And none of you give me the impression that you wanted to keep it in your pants then”.

“We might have failed to mention that we were all virgins when we made this pact” Sure, all four of them were rich and had a future secured even before graduating from high school. But that was the last thing that college girls cared about. They only slept with very good-looking boys or boys that would piss their fathers off. Harry, Alessandro, Michael, and William weren’t the most attractive and were overachievers in college just so it would never look like their fathers had just handed their jobs to each respective kid.

“What? That makes no sense” Y/N couldn’t believe their words. Harry was extremely attractive. Plus, his personality was a pantie dropper. How could he have been a virgin for so long?

“I was a chubby kid” Michael admitted, “My parents would always buy me smaller clothes than my actual size just so I would feel inspired to lose weight”

“I was just too shy,” William said, shrugging “Preferred to spend my time in the library, reading books than that frat parties”

“What is this? Dr. Phil? Where we all sit around and discuss our biggest insecurities?”  Harry rolled his eyes and sat up straight. He threw an arm over the back of Y/N’s chair and inched closer to her.

“Just tell her!” Y/N giggled, wiped the corners of her mouth, and shifted on her seat to get a better look at him. God, he was handsome — she thought. She laid a hand on his thigh and squeezed, gaining his attention.

“I was just wimpy. Skinny and fragile”

“He looked like he was fourteen when he was eighteen”

“He would blow away with a breeze”

They all laughed except for Harry, whose lips were curved upwards, and shook his head at his friend's comments trying his best not to laugh. 

“And you?” Y/N asked Alessandro as the laughs died down.

“I was hanging out with them out of charity honey” he winked.

“The pact was stupid alright?” William reiterated, “we made it, so we wouldn’t feel as bad as we did about being virgins as freshmen. Now Michael wants to use it because he can’t get his dick wet”

“We are having breakfast!” Alessandro yelled, dropping the piece of sausage that he was about to put into his mouth.

“Hey! I do get my dick wet!” Michael debated.

“When? What was the last one’s name?” Harry’s fingers found their way under the back of her shirt. He gently stroked her skin for his comfort. He loved the way she felt under his fingertips.

“Jules?

“Julia?”

“Violet?” Michael instantly tensed up, unfortunately, William noticed.

“VIOLET!” William banged his hand on the table for emphasis. “Didn’t he say that sHe wAs tHe oNe?”

“I mIGHT aSK fOR mY gRAndMa’s rING” Harry’s fingers went up and did imaginary quotes.

“STOP IT! I am cringing too hard right now” Michael covered his eyes as they laughed at him. “But I did like her!”

“What happened then?” Y/N asked.

“What always happens! She asks for a commitment and Michael freaks out” Alessandro frowned and pinched his cheeks.

“I am just not ready!”

“When will you be ready when you are fifty?” Y/N asked, “You have to go for it because how else are you going to know that she is the ACTUAL one? The mother of your kids?”

“How romantic!” Alessandro faked a smile then frowned, “But we have to get ready we have a few things to do before we go to our dinner reservations and to the opera”

“What?”

“Our favorite pass-time. SHOPPING"

[thetravelingmaster]

Entranced & Perfectly Docile

Female’s Point of View - Brainwashing - Conditioning - Hypnosis

I opened the unlocked door to the motel room and stepped inside. I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it before I turned around and stripped down to my uncomfortable, yet sexy underwear. I could hear the shower running, which told me that he was physically in the room with me, but that didn’t matter. He could have been out shopping or eating a delicious meal at a nearby restaurant and it wouldn’t have changed the fact that I would have stepped in, locked the door and undressed. It didn’t matter what he was doing when I got to the motel room because my actions weren’t something I’ve consciously decided to do, it was something I was compelled to do.

​Once I was in my underwear, I walked to the bed and sat down facing the bathroom door. I made sure a few locks of my jet black hair draped tastefully over my shoulders and down the sides of my ample breasts because that’s the way he liked my hair to be. Once I was satisfied, I leaned slightly back and placed my arms behind me on the mattress for support. My eyes fixed the door and my body slowly froze itself into position as the endless mantras in my mind became steadily louder and louder. “Pleasure is service and service is pleasure.” my inner voice intoned. “Obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience.” Again and again, endless variations flood my mind with pleasure and obedience as I wait for him to come snap me out of my compelled state. He once had me wait like that for almost an hour before he finally came into the room. Of course to me, it didn’t feel like that at all as the light trance made time somewhat irrelevant. His shower finally ended and I watched him come out of the steamy bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He admired my figure from the doorway for a few moments, making my heart race a little as I did the same. His eyes eventually came back up and locked onto mine as he slowly walked towards me. “I love the new underwear...” he said softly, causing a spike of pride and joy to bubble up through the calm trance. “You will wear it on our next video chat.” My eyes couldn’t look away from his as the depths of his gaze captivated me as I felt his soft command sink to the roots of my mind. I instantly knew that I would obey because I could no more resist his words than I could resist his eyes. They were so powerful for me that it almost felt like magic. A big part of the reason why his eyes felt so powerful to me was that he had spent hours conditioning me to them. He hadn’t even used his soft hypnotic voice and I could already feel my mind sink deeper into itself as I looked up into his eyes. My inner mantras of docility and obedience grew softer and softer as my conscious thoughts retreated further away from me. He reached out and caressed my face tenderly as he peered down deep into my wide vacant eyes. I could feel his touch and the immediate arousal it ignited, but I didn’t move or react because I was sinking so helplessly into trance. Nothing except his will could shake me awake from it. Not even when his hand slipped lower and caressed my neck and collar bone. Or when he possessively massaged my tits. I stayed exquisitely relaxed as my mind continued to spiral down the path to deep trance. I was mindless and blissfully serene in the presence of the man that so totally mesmerized me. This is exactly how he programmed me to be for him: instantly entranced and perfectly docile. I wasn’t always this... Submissive and docile... I didn’t know I even had a subby side until I went to one of my colleague’s mixers. Not that I was the dominant type, but I wasn’t a shy and meek lover either. My colleague had friends in a bunch of different fields and decided it would be a good idea to invite everyone they knew for a garden party.

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[denouemente]

when sleep token said i'm coiled up like the venomous serpent, tangled in your trance and i'm certain you have got your hooks in me and bad omens said you come and go in waves leaving me in your wake swallowing everything and mcr said you wanna see how far down i can sink? and i should have been a better son and the amazing devil said i’m the touch you crave, i’m the plans that you made, but fuck all your plans, i’m bored and 5sos said cause i’ve got a jet black heart and there’s a hurricane underneath it and billie eilish said i’m the bad guy and marina said i’m gonna make you fall and fall out boy said and in the end i’d do it all again, i think you’re my best friend and patd said i’m taking back the crown, i’m all dressed up and naked

[shannyh25]

THE next afternoon Anne, bending over her patchwork at the kitchen window, happened to glance out and beheld Diana down by the Dryad’s Bubble beckoning mysteriously. In a trice Anne was out of the house and flying down to the hollow, astonishment and hope struggling in her expressive eyes. But the hope faded when she saw Diana’s dejected countenance.

“Your mother hasn’t relented?” she gasped.

Diana shook her head mournfully.

“No; and oh, Anne, she says I’m never to play with you again. I’ve cried and cried and I told her it wasn’t your fault, but it wasn’t any use. I had ever such a time coaxing her to let me come down and say good-bye to you. She said I was only to stay ten minutes and she’s timing me by the clock.”

“Ten minutes isn’t very long to say an eternal farewell in,” said Anne tearfully. “Oh, Diana, will you promise faithfully never to forget me, the friend of your youth, no matter what dearer friends may caress thee?”

“Indeed I will,” sobbed Diana, “and I’ll never have another bosom friend—I don’t want to have. I couldn’t love anybody as I love you.”

“Oh, Diana,” cried Anne, clasping her hands, “do you LOVE me?”

“Why, of course I do. Didn’t you know that?”

“No.” Anne drew a long breath. “I thought you LIKED me of course but I never hoped you LOVED me. Why, Diana, I didn’t think anybody could love me. Nobody ever has loved me since I can remember. Oh, this is wonderful! It’s a ray of light which will forever shine on the darkness of a path severed from thee, Diana. Oh, just say it once again.”

“I love you devotedly, Anne,” said Diana stanchly, “and I always will, you may be sure of that.”

“And I will always love thee, Diana,” said Anne, solemnly extending her hand. “In the years to come thy memory will shine like a star over my lonely life, as that last story we read together says. Diana, wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet-black tresses in parting to treasure forevermore?”

“Have you got anything to cut it with?” queried Diana, wiping away the tears which Anne’s affecting accents had caused to flow afresh, and returning to practicalities.

“Yes. I’ve got my patchwork scissors in my apron pocket fortunately,” said Anne. She solemnly clipped one of Diana’s curls. “Fare thee well, my beloved friend. Henceforth we must be as strangers though living side by side. But my heart will ever be faithful to thee.”

Anne stood and watched Diana out of sight, mournfully waving her hand to the latter whenever she turned to look back. Then she returned to the house, not a little consoled for the time being by this romantic parting. Lucy Maud Montgomery quotes-Anne Of Green Gables.

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Defenders VII

Defenders #17-19

Defenders #17-19 - writer(s): Len Wein (#17-19), Chris Claremont | penciler: Sal Buscema (#17-19) | inker: Dan Green (#17-18), Klaus Janson (#19)

The Defenders (with Power Man) fight The Wrecking Crew! This was a great fight and Sal Buscema’s art is so fitting for a team book. Valkyrie leaves the team in the beginning to find herself. I was sad that Val only had two moments in this arc. We later saw her walking by herself and a dude in the shadows makes a call about her. So we’ll find out what happens with her in Marvel Two-In-One! Doctor Strange has several great character moments in this arc which I enjoyed. For one, he gave a homeless man a buffet and when the Defenders find the Wrecking Crew and the fight starts, he stops it when there are a bunch of kids around. I liked both of those moments. I loved when the Gamma Bomb was introduced cause it really raised the stakes. They kept fighting even with the Gamma Bomb in play which was weird cause I would’ve hoped for something more interesting like with them all working together to get the bomb. You could’ve had them find the bomb but then Wrecker gets it and turns against the Defenders at the last second. That would’ve been more interesting than the two teams racing to get to the bomb first and fighting again. Nighthawk taking out bulldozer by attaching his jet pack to his back and letting him fly straight into the sky only to fall back down, knocked out. Doctor Strange continues to prove his power in this arc and I loved how he took control of the Wrecker’s magical crowbar and used the mystical force against him blowing him backwards. So yeah I had a lot of positives with this arc. Great action and it was really cool to see Power Man team up with the Defenders. But you know me, I gotta be honest. I had two problems with this arc. One being the way Luke Cage’s dialogue was written. I thought how Marv Wolfman wrote Blade in his early appearances was bad well Luke Cage in this arc makes Wolfman’s Blade seem minor. It’s pretty bad. My other problem is Luke Cage completely refusing to hear Dr. Strange and Nighthawk out when they first come into contact. They basically fight the whole seventeenth issue. I just found it annoying and it pushed the believability factor.

Marvel Two-In-One #6-7

Marvel Two-In-One #6-7 - writer: Steve Gerber | penciler: George Tuska (#6), Sal Buscema (#7) | inker: Mike Esposito (#6-7)

Doctor Strange and Thing team up to find a magical harmonica. Then it ends up in the hands of the Enchantress and The Executioner! Im gonna be honest, the whole destiny stuff always loses me and it’s no different here. It’s a little too convoluted for my tastes but I did love seeing Valkyrie’s storyline come to a new conclusion. Also, anytime Enchantress and Skurge make an appearance, you’ve got my attention. I still think my favorite Defenders issue is the fourth issue with the Black Knight/Enchantress/Skurge arc and the rebirth of Valkyrie. Plus, as I’ve said in a previous Defenders post, Val has, by far the best storyline out of the characters in that team book (Dr. Strange has his own book so that’s different). I loved the fight between Thing and Valkyrie vs Enchantress and Skurge on the broken bits of floating earth. Sal Buscema’s art in issue 7 was awesome and he’s one of the best artists in this era at showing action and he’s great at splash pages. Barb (Val)‘s father in the midst of the fighting has a heart attack and dies. It’s actually one of the more interesting developments in Val’s storyline and definitely has a big effect on her. We see the ramifications of it in Defenders #20. Overall I really enjoyed this arc for the villains and the focus on Valkyrie’s backstory. I kinda hoped we’d get to see Enchantress fight Dr. Strange but sadly, he’s not in the battle in issue 7.

Defenders #20

Defenders #20 - writer: Steve Gerber | penciler: Sal Buscema | inker: Vince Colletta

We start off the issue with Val distraught over her “dad’s” death and she gets mad at Thing when he offers to help take her dad into town with her. I liked this because she was grief-stricken and one of the people who knew Barb the most had just died leaving her feeling even more alone. I loved the opening to this issue because Enchantress and the Executioner haven’t left yet so we get Skurge just saying some foul shit about Val’s dead father and I just dug the dialogue between Skurge and Thing. They transport away though. Val walks into town and we meet all the people who knew her as a Barb. Also just a note once Val sheathed her sword so Strange’s spell came back into effect so she appears to be Barb to others. I loved the reveal that Barb had a husband and I’ll be interested to see where that goes. Then we get MORE UNDYING ONES. Damn I can’t escape these guys huh? At least they tried to make them more interesting by making Val’s mom Celestia the owner of the harmonica and a member of their cult. I liked the moment when Thing breaks the harmonica and she turns to ash. I feel like once Dr. Strange and Valkyrie are freed the quick way that Strange does away with the cult felt out of nowhere. While I agree that Strange is very strong and is better than the majority of sorcerers I just felt like the ending to this issue was really abrupt. I like the furthering and focus on Val here but I could do without The Undying Ones.

Defenders #21

Defenders #21 - writer: Steve Gerber | penciler: Sal Buscema |inker: Sal Trapani

Black rain pours down and turns everyone into raging lunatics. Nighthawk gets mad at Val when she chooses to seek out her/Barb’s husband because he likes her. That was a weird choice and his outburst and offense felt childish to me. She just found out she had a husband and he walks off angry talking about you should’ve told me. Well she just found out? Idk the reaction was strange. Nighthawk also slaps a woman later when she’s freaking out. If you have read some of my previous posts, you’ll know that I hate that shit and it happens all the time in this 70’s era. I also forgot to mention in a previous issue but Nighthawk forcibly kissed Valkyrie when she’s leaving and that made me cringe. There’s been some very unlikable moments for Nighthawk in this series so far but I also chalk it up to him being a “reforming villain”. Nothing really happens in this issue. Nighthawk fails to stop a heist (by the people who caused the rain) and that’s about it. It just… ends? Yeah this is one of the weaker issues of this series.

Giant-Size Defenders #3

Giant-Size Defenders #3 - Writer(s): Steve Gerber, Jim Starlin, Len Wein | Penciler: Jim Starlin | Inker(s): Dan Adkins, Don Newton, Jim Mooney

The Defenders and Daredevil have to enter a game started by the Collector! This was a fun issue full of action and I loved seeing Daredevil (he’s one of my favs). The penciling by Jim Starlin is masterful but he’s one of the best so who’s surprised? My favorite moment of the issue the end when Daredevil has The Collector wage the fate of Earth on a coin toss. Turns out he knew how to win a coin toss which required some suspension of disbelief. One more thing: Hulk fights a tiny alien and keeps calling him the m-word which will definitely bother people so just keep that in mind if you plan on reading this one. Not much to go into because most of the comic is a bunch of different fights but it worked well enough for a filler issue. Next up is Man-Thing!

[jerseydeanne]

Hey JD it’s Max I’ve got a hot one for you it is so fucking funny

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OMG, they got her number! I think she looks like Groucho Markle!

MM never gets it again. She overshadows Harry; it's pathetic!

Pull Doria out for the race vote.

MM never struggled as many black women have.

WTF is Harry doing in Africa? He hasn't been there since Smeg came along. The hell with Sentabale and elephants. Polo doesn't count. You have to actually put the work in, not just show up in a private jet.

These people are hypocrites!

They cry boohoo, look at me, don't look at me. We want privacy, but here is my kid with a heart over his face. Hate doing royal stuff but copy royal stuff.

Get a life and come up with something original. They are a bunch of pandering fools, grifters!

What in the hell are you guys mental? 🥴

I used to be so proud of Harry, but not anymore.

Harry, get rid of the old bag! Save yourself.

I could have spun this so well until the Narc showed up. Was it planned? One thing I do know is Harry wants center stage for his causes. Meghan launched a grenade at anything he was trying to do.

Good one, Hazz.

Love you, Max! 😜💋💖🤟🏻

[hiiddens]

[ ♛ ]  ° • LIGHT UP THE SKY !

001. what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of?

cherry, rina sawayama — “when they tell you that you've got to stay the same / even though you're not yourself / and you've got somebody else / when they tell you that you've got yourself to blame / even though it's not your fault / but your heart just wants to know, know”

honourable mentions: sunburnt through the glass by prep, cupid (twins ver.) by fifty fifty, whistle by blackpink braveheart

002. a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad.

fermata, oh!gg — “first fermata (rest) in my life / i found the smile i had lost / first fermata (rest) in my heart / although it’s not a perfect world / life changes in relaxation, first attempt”

honourable mentions: after moon by twice flora, paper plane by girls’ generation

003. your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist.

mirror, hyuna — “you want perfection / but the more you want it, the farther you get from it / stop with the endless greed / don’t forget what’s important”

004. a song that inspires or motivates you.

alien superstar, beyoncé — “i'm too classy for this world / forever i'm that girl / feed you diamonds and pearls / ooh, baby / i'm too classy to be touched / i pay them all in dust / i'm stingy with my love (unique)”

005. what’s a song that reminds you of someone?

ok on your own, mxmtoon ft. carly rae jepsen — “it wasn't meant to be / maybe we knew that from the start / i can't complete you, baby / but i'll hold you in my heart”

006. the song that gets you in the mood to party.

summertime, flo — “me and my girls are going in this summer / rolling, rolling in the back of the Hummer / and we gon' do anything we wanna / yeah, we gon' do anything we wanna”

007. your guilty pleasure.

candy, nct dream — “everything’s changed / including my feelings for you / doesn’t mean that i don’t love you / because now I’m going to change myself”

008. a song that’s out of your typical music preference.

jet black heart, 5 seconds of summer — “the blood in my veins / is made up of mistakes / let's forget who we are / and dive into the dark / as we burst into color / returning to life”

009. what do you listen to when you’re in love?

little little, red velvet — “the wind blows past my cheeks / my heart churns because of you / it keeps softly blowing / you shake up my world / this feeling is probably love, love, love”

honourable mention: safety net by ariana grande ft. ty dolla sign

010. do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood?

remember the time, michael jackson — “do you remember / how we used to talk? / you know we'd stay on the phone at night 'til dawn / do you remember / all the things we said? / like, i love you so, i'll never let you go”

honourable mentions: hide and seek by imogen heap, milky way by boa

011. is there a song your parent / sibling / friend / etc. introduced you to that you love?

back to life, zayn — “what if we never met / what if i never saw her / ‘cause i've been burning up for so long / in a world that just keeps getting colder”

012. a song you didn’t expect to like.

lucky one, exo indigo — “at the raging moment / and you stop in my world / you are my only one / the moment i discover you / you shine more radiantly / i’ll be the lucky one”

013. what song would be your ‘intro’ music?

shooting star, xg — “uh, everything i do, i do it a1, flawless / make 'em go insane, pandemonium riot / always looking fresh / got that green in my diet / head to my toe / shinin' like canary diamonds ”

014. what song best represents your outward look —  or your attitude towards life?

the state of dreaming, marina — “if only you knew my dear / how i live my life in fear / if only you knew my dear / how i know my time is near”

015. the song with your favorite lyrics.

i, taeyeon fleur ft. verbal jint — “but strong girl, you know you were born to fly / tears you’ve cried, / all of the pain you’ve felt / for the day you’ll fly even higher, / it’s to prepare you”

honourable mention: been though by exo indigo

[hime-memes]

                                    • Assorted Nickelback Lyrics • 

Request: ‘ Could you write up some Nickelback lyric starters maybe?  ‘ - and, here they are anon ! I went with the classics. 

As always: These have been modified for cohesive and sensical use for the general RPC. Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for your muse & the receiver’s muse !

Recommended For: Any muses/plots/timelines.

Trigger Warnings For: Swearing, Drug References, Alcohol references, Smoking, and Themes of addiction, NSFW material

‘ How You Remind Me ‘  “ Never made it as a wise man. “ “ I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing ... “ “ Tired of livin' like a blind man -- I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling ! “ “ This is how you remind me of what I really am. “ “ It's not like you to say sorry. “  “ I was waitin' on a different story ... “ “ This time I'm mistaken - for handing you a heart worth breakin' ! ”  " I've been wrong, I've been down -- Been to the bottom of every bottle. “ “ These five words in my head scream, ‘ Are we havin' fun yet ? ‘ “ “ It's not like you didn't know that. “ “ I said, ‘ I love you ‘, and I swear I still do ! “ “ It must have been so bad -- 'cause livin' with me must have damn near killed you. “  ‘ Far Away ‘ “ Too long, too late: Who was I to make you wait ? “ “ Just one chance, just one breath -- just in case there's just one left. “  “ 'Cause you know ... that I love you. “ “ I have loved you all along and, I miss you ! “  “ I’ve been far away, for far too long. “  “ I keep dreaming you'll be with me, and you'll never go. ”  “ I’ll stop breathing if I don't see you anymore. “ “ On my knees, I'll ask. “ “ It’s the last chance for one last dance ... “ “ 'Cause with you; I'd withstand all of hell to hold your hand. “  “ I'd give it all; I'd give for us -- give anything, but I won't give up. “  “ And I forgive you for being away, for far too long. “ “ So keep breathing ... “ " I'm not leaving you anymore, so believe it. “ “ Hold on to me and never let me go ... “ ‘ Rockstar ‘ “ I'm through with standing in line to clubs I'll never get in ! “  “ --- It's like the bottom of the ninth, and I'm never gonna win. “ “ This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be. “  “ I'll need a credit card that's got no limit. “ " I’ll need a big black jet with a bedroom in it - gonna join the mile high club at 37, 000 feet. “ “ I want my own star on Hollywood Boulevard: somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me ! “  “ I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame ! ( I'd even cut my hair and changed my name ) ! “ “ 'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars ... “ “ The girls come easy, and the drugs come cheap. “ “ ... And we'll hang out in the coolest bars; ( In the V.I.P. ), with the movie stars. “ “ I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels ! “  “ I’ll hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes. “  “ I’ll sign a couple autographs, so I can eat my meals for free. “ “ I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion. “  “ Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion, then gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me. “ “ We'll hide out in the private rooms. “ “ They'll get you anything with that evil smile. “  “ Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial. “  “ I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors ! “  “ I’m gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser. “ “ I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs, then lip sync 'em every night, so I don't get 'em wrong ! ” ‘ If Today Was Your Last Day ‘  “ My best friend gave me the best advice: He said, ‘ Each day's a gift, and not a given right ! ‘ " “ Leave no stone unturned, and leave your fears behind. “ “ Try to take the path less traveled by; that first step you take is the longest stride ! “  “ If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late -- could you say goodbye to yesterday ? ”  “ Would you live each moment like your last ? “ “ Leave old pictures in the past ... “ “ Donate every dime you have. “ “ Against the grain should be a way of life ! “ “ What's worth the prize is always worth the fight. “ “ Every second counts, 'cause there's no second try -- so, live it like you're never livin' twice. “ “ Don't take the free ride in your own life. “  “ Would you call old friends you never see ? Reminisce old memories ? “ “ Would you forgive your enemies ? -- Could you ? “ " Would you find that one you're dreamin' of ? “ “ Swear up and down to God above: That you'll ‘ finally fall in love ‘. “  “ Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart ? “ “ You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars, regardless of who you are ! “  “ So do whatever it takes, 'cause you can't rewind a moment in this life. “  “ Let nothin' stand in your way, ‘cause the hands of time are never on your side. “  ‘ Someday ‘ “ How the hell'd we wind up like this ?! “  “ Why weren't we able to see the signs that we missed ? “ “ Then try and turn the tables ! “  “ I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase. “  “ Lately there's been too much of this ! ( But, don't think it's too late ) ! “  “ Nothing's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will ... “ “ Someday, somehow ... I'm gonna make it alright but, not right now. “ “ I know you're wondering when; and you're the only one who knows that. “  “ Well, I'd hope that since we're here anyway; we could end up saying things we've always needed to say. “ “ Now the story's played out like this, ( just like a paperback novel ! ), but let's rewrite an ending that fits -- instead of a Hollywood horror. “ 

‘ Gotta Be Somebody ‘ “ I wonder what it feels like to find the one in this life; The one we all dream of but, dreams just aren't enough ! “  “ I'll be waiting for the real thing; I'll know it by the feeling ! ”  “ The moment when we're meeting will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen ... “ “ So I'll be holding my breath -- right up 'til the end -- until that moment when I find the one that I'll spend forever with. “  “ 'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there. “  “ ... 'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares ! “  “ Someone to love with my life in their hands;  there's gotta be somebody for me like that ! “ “ 'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own, and everyone wants to know they're not alone ! “  “ ... There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere ... “  “ There's gotta be somebody for me out there ! “  “ Tonight: out on the street, out in the moonlight ...dammit, this feels too right ! “  “ It's just like déjà vu -- Me, standing here with you. “  “ I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end ? Is it that moment when I find the one that I'll spend forever with ?! “ 

‘ Next Contestant ‘  “ I judge by what she's wearing, just how many heads I'm tearing off of assholes coming on to her ... “ “ ( Each night seems like it's getting worse ) ! ” " I wish she'd take the night off - So I don't have to fight off every asshole coming on to her. “ “ It happens every night she works. “  “ They'll go and ask the DJ, ( find out just what would she say ). “ “ ... Don't they know it's never gonna work ? “ “ This time somebody's getting hurt ! “ “ Here comes the next contestant ... “ “ Is that your hand on my girlfriend ? “ “ I wish you'd do it again ... I'll watch you leave here limping. “ “ I even fear the ladies: They're cool, but twice as crazy ! “  “ Everyone keeps coming onto her ... “ “ I'm hating what she's wearing. “  “ Everybody here keeps staring -- “  “ ... Can't wait 'till they get what they deserve ! “  ‘ Photograph ‘ “ Look at this photograph ! Every time I do, it makes me laugh ... “  “ How did our eyes get so red ? “ “ ... And what the hell is on [Name]'s head ? “ “ This is where I grew up ! ( I think the present owner fixed it up ) ! “  “ I never knew we'd ever went without. “  “ The second floor is hard for sneaking out. “  “ This is where I went to school ... most of the time I had better things to do. “  “ My criminal record says I broke in twice, I must have done it half a dozen times ... “ “ Life's better now than it was back then. “ “ If I was them, I wouldn't let me in ! “  “ Oh, God, I ... “ “ Every memory of looking out the back door ... “ “ I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor. “ “ It's hard to say it, time to say it: Goodbye. “ “ Every memory of walking out the front door ... “ “ I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for ! “  “ Remember the old arcade ? -- Blew every dollar that we ever made ! “  “ The cops hated us hangin' out; They say, ‘ Somebody went and burned it down ‘ ! “  “ We used to listen to the radio and sing along with every song we know. “  “ We said, ‘ Someday we'd find out how it feels to sing to more than just the steering wheel ‘ ! " “ [Name]'s the first girl I kissed; I was so nervous that I nearly missed ! “  “ They've had a couple of kids since then -- I haven't seen them since God knows when. “ “ I miss that town, I miss the faces ... ! “ “ You can't erase, you can't replace it ... “ “ I miss it now; I can't believe it ! “ “ So hard to stay, too hard to leave it ... “ “ If I could relive those days - I know the one thing that would never change ... “ ‘ If Everyone Cared ‘ “ From underneath the trees; we’d watch the sky ... confusing stars for satellites. “ “ I never dreamed that you'd be mine -- But, here we are: we're here tonight. “ “ If everyone cared and nobody cried, everyone loved and nobody lied ... If everyone shared and swallowed their pride ? ... Then we'd see the day, when nobody died. “ “ And in the air ? The fireflies ... our only light in paradise. “ “ We'll show the world they were wrong ! “ “ ... And as we lie beneath the stars, we realize how small we are. “ “ If they could love like you and me ? ... Imagine what the world could be ... “

[fonkeloog]

Britt's music things (deluxe edition)

Sounds Good Feels Good

○ Artist: 5 Seconds of Summer (5SOS)

○ Release date: October 23rd, 2015

○ Duration: 1 hour and 4 minutes

○ Overall rating: 7,6/10

Money: 6.4/10

I swear to god the first time I heard this song I got a near heart attack. The first 20 seconds is just background noise of them getting into the studio and settled behind their instruments. I had my sound all the way up. Once the music starts, it’s loud!

So, there aren’t any lyrics that are important to me. It’s a great song to dance too and an absolute banger to start the album with.

Take my money is a very accurate lyric. I am broke, but please take my money in exchange for this album on vinyl.

 She’s Kinda Hot: 4.8/10

Very much a song made for the radio. It’s a bop, but it’s overplayed and I kinda hate it.

They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that / We are the leaders of the not coming backs. / We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene / Yeah we’re alright tho.

Teenage me took these lyrics and made them her life anthem. And I can’t blame her for doing so.

 Hey Everybody!: 6.1/10

Again. A radio song. I don’t hate it, but it definitely is a skip most of the time.

It is a great song for dancing, but that’s it really.

I don’t hate it, but it’s very pop sounding. (I listen to a lot of pop. So me saying this should tell you enough regarding the general sound.)

 Permanent Vacation: 7/10

Congratulations, your imitations / Are taking over the radio stations / Corporations, calculations / We’re the voice of the new generation

This bridge is a masterpiece and I love it. Other than that, it’s another happy song without a lot of meaning.

Since this is the 4th song, the listener will start to think they have an idea as to what the sound of the album will be like.

 Jet Black Heart: 10/10

And then you get hit with this.

Tears. Pain. Ouchies.

Cause I’ve got a jet black heart / And there’s a hurricane underneath it / Trying to keep us apart / I write with a poison pen / But these chemicals moving between us / Are the reason to start again.

The blood in my veins / is made up of mistakes / Let’s forget who we are / and dive into the dark / as we burst into colour / returning to life

I cannot with this song. It hurts in a good way, but it also hits way too close.

This song is kind of like a divider in the album. Before this it was all very happy and fun, but now you get this and it just makes you realise that this might not be your new ‘Happy album’.

 Catch Fire: 8.3/10

I know that I can’t change the world / But maybe I’ll change your mind.

Really this song is just another one of those where you start listening to the lyrics and suddenly they hit you like a fucking wrecking ball.

It’s really hard to rate this song. Because I skip it almost all the time but I actually really like it? I just have to be in the mood to listen to it I guess.

The lyrics make up for most of the rating tho. The sound is not doing much to me personally.

 Safety Pin: 7.1/10

The 2015 sound really comes out here.

Two wrongs make it right / We’ll safety pin, the pieces of our broken hearts back together / patching up all the holes until we both feel much better / Deleted things are really dead, so now I’ll say the things I never said / We’ll safety pin, the pieces of our broken hearts back together / No more waiting, we can save us from falling

 Waste The Night: 7/10

Now that I critically listen to this album I realise that the main reason I like it, is because of the sentimental weight it has to me?

I don’t hate it, but they have definitely made much better albums after this one.

The last minute of this always catches me off guard. I think the song is finished and then the instrumental part starts.

Said instrumental is also the sole reason this gets a 7. I couldn’t care less about this song otherwise.

 Vapor: 6.9/10

Okay. Call me a hypocrite, cause I will absolutely lose my mind to any of these songs live, but I don’t really care for this album as much as I used to do?

Vapor is still a bop, don’t get me wrong. I can totally see why teenage me went absolutely crazy when this dropped, but I am very indifferent to it?

Make it sound so sweet / when you lie to me

Still a solid 6/10 tho.

 Castaway: 9/10

Now this I still love.

Cause you walked out and left me stranded / Nothing left but picture frames / And I just keep on asking myself / How'd we drift so far away from where we left off yesterday? / I'm lonely like a castaway / Heartbreak that I can't escape, a sinking ship I'll never save / I'm lonely like a castaway

I love the guitars, the way the fall back and the return full force.

This is what I remember most of the album being like, so it’s nice to know I wasn’t completely making things up

 The Girl Who Cried Wolf: 7/10

This is so fucking sad. I love to listen to this when I need a good cry.

So look at me in the eye / is anyone there at all? / Cause I’m not dreaming / So look at me in the eye / Is anyone there at all? / Cause I’m not leaving

This song still means a lot to me, and it still makes me cry when I listen to it.

The way they end it just hits. Michael’s voice is so raw and full of emotions. It kind of feels like a hug from a friend

 Broken Home: 7.5/10

I used to refer to this as ‘the divorce song’

It’s sad, and I like how vulnerable it is, but I can’t really relate to the lyrics so that makes it just another sad song to me.

I love how much it has done for a lot of other people tho.

It’s heartbreaking, but in a nice way?

 Fly Away: 5.7/10

This song after Broken Home is the biggest emotional whiplash you’ll ever feel.

I like the song, I do not like the sudden change of pace.

It is once again a ‘I can see why teenage me loved this’ kind of song.

I like the parts where the music is kind of stripped away, but that’s about it.

 Invisible: 9.8/10

I was already missing before the night I left / Just me and my shadow and all of my regrets / Who am I? Who am I when I don’t know myself?

Those lines still hit a little too close to home.

Another day, the walls are built to keep me safe / I can’t escape, it’s too late.

What a line to end with. And the violins?! Fucking beautiful

 Airplanes: 8/10

I like the sound of this a lot more than I did when I was younger.

Like angels can fly, we’ll never die

That line is all that matters in that song. That, and the way the beat keeps coming back.

Solid 8/10. I had kind of forgotten how good of a song this was.

 San Francisco: 9/10

This is giving such big ‘long lost childhood friends’ vibes. I love it.

It’s like a safe haven after the heartbreak.

I wanna get back to where we started / To the summer night / You know, you know, you know, you know we got it right

The song ends at 3 minutes, and then has a full minutes with violins and guitars to close it. I’m absolutely obsessed with that part. Especially when the violin joins. It just all works so well and ugh. I need that part to be longer

 Outer Space / Carry On: 10/10

Can I quote this whole song?

6 minutes and 38 seconds of absolute heaven.

The darkest night never felt so bright with you by my side / Nothing like the rain, nothing like the rain / When you’re in outer space, when you’re in outer space

I love that part so much

Carry on, outlast the ignorance / Moving on, survive the innocence / And it won’t be long, won’t be long, won’t be long / You know it’s gonna get better / You know it’s gonna get better

God, what a way to end an album. Hearing this live was a dream come true and way too many tears. If you want to listen to only one song by 5sos, please let it be this one.

I always forget about this song and I’m so glad this reminded me of it again.

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Summary: teenage angst and every song on the radio in 2015 had a baby

This album will always hold a special place in my heart. It made me a fan of 5sos. Whoever, during the review I realised that I've grown up. A lot of the songs I used to feel passionate about don't really do anything for me now. I still like them, but it's definitely not my favourite album of theirs anymore. The first songs sound like they just wanted to get a hit, and then they close with such a wonderful one? It's kind of all over the place, but I love it anyways.

[unabashegirl]

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The private jet had arrived early in the morning to the land of gladiators and abundant pizza.

Y/N could barely hold her excitement as they stepped out of the plane. After a good night's sleep, she was ready to take on Rome. She still had no idea where they were staying, but she was too excited to care. Y/N could sleep on the streets and wouldn’t care as long as she stayed in Italy. It had always been on her bucket list.

“Welcome home, Alessandro” Y/N whispered to him. He stood with all his pride staring at the sunrise of his motherland. Y/N could see his glossy eyes, she could see that he was fighting with all his strength to not share a tear.

Alessandro had been all over the world. He had experienced most cultures yet nothing ever compared to the land that gave birth to him. He always felt nostalgic.

“Alright! We got so much to do!” He sniffed one last time then turned around to his friends. “Who is driving what?” There was no way he was going to cry in front of his friends.

Three convertible Ferraris were parked and waiting for them.

“I want the red” William said as he threw his coat on the passenger seat, claiming his vehicle.

“Then you better move your bag from my seat” Michael dictated as he walked up to the car.

“What happened to chivalry?” Alessandro asked, “This is Y/N’’s first trip. She should choose first, Neanderthals” he rolled his eyes at their foolish behavior. “Which one would you like, piccola?”

Harry looked down at Y/N and smiled at her expression.

“They are real Ferraris?” She asked him causing all three men to chuckle.

“Yes, pup”

“Then none of them!” She exclaimed, “What if we crash one?”

“Just choose one!” Alessandro said between laughs, “if it makes you feel better all the cars have insurance”.

“Black then” Harry smiled, and Alessandro threw him the car keys.

“Good choice” he winked, pressing his hand on her back, gently guiding her towards the luxurious car. Harry got into his seat, but not before opening the door for her.

“I guess I’ll take the white” Alessandro shrugged and got in. “I’ll see you assholes there!” He yelled over the motor of the car and accelerated.

“Why are you so quiet?” Harry started the car and pulled down the roof. He wanted her to enjoy their trip to the fullest.

“It’s just— I’ve never been around these types of things” It was as if she was discovering a whole new world.

“Oh you’ve seen nothing” he smirked and pressed on the gas. She screamed from the force and her hair went flying. Harry laughed at her and shook his head.

He knew where they were staying. Therefore, he didn’t follow Alessandro, especially when he saw how fascinated Y/N was with the view. So, he took a different route and went out of his way to drive pass the Coliseum and the most beautiful parts of the city.

“I am in love” Y/N exhaled with a big smile. She ran her fingers through her hair trying to untangle the mess.

“Really?” He raised a brow as he finally decided to head towards the apartment.

“I might just quit and move her”

“That would be a breach of your contract Ms. Y/L/N” he joked, “and if that’s the case then we would all follow you here”. The thought of Harry moving just to be with her warmed her heart and made her feel special. It meant her cared. He cared more than he let on….

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