#like it doesn't look bad but it could be better aye...

[linterteatime]

Hatsune miku meets her biggest fan...the hot topic mascot 😌

[nrdmssgs]

Reacting to the reader, accidentally falling asleep on them. (Soap, Alex, König)

Masterlist

Part 2 (Price, Ghost, Gaz)

This is pure fluff. Platonic and romantic. Please, try to sleep enough, guys.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

Platonic

Let's just hope, every inch of your skin is securely covered with cloth. You've just asked why? Oh, you aren't prepared, are you, poor thing?

Too bad. Because Johnny can be infinitely proud of the fact that only next to him, you relax so much that you allow yourself to fall asleep on his lap. But he'll never turn down an opportunity to prank you.

Soap doesn't mind that he only has one arm free - you use the other as an extra pillow. He opens the marker with his teeth.

Following Johnny's gaze, Ghost hides his hands behind his back.

"Lieutenant, please! I need my references!" "I'm not taking part in this nonsense, MacTavish." "But she loves your sleeve! Why not let her wear the same one for a few days?" "A few days? Don't tell me, you're using a permanent one! And since when I have a dead rat as a part of my sleeve?" "It's not a rat, this is a skull. Ever heard of an artistic interpretation?"

Romantic

His hand embraces you the very next second, he notices, you're asleep.

Doesn't give a damn, if anyone sees you two like that. In fact, he would very much appreciate, if everyone seen, how safe and happy he makes you feel.

He will quietly murmur you lullabies that he heard as a child. If you ardently wake up and ask him, what are they about, he would apologize and confess that they are in Gaelic, and he barely speaks it.

"Oh, that's ok, don't be sorry. Could you, maybe, sing a bit more to me?" "Aye, bonnie. Now close your eyes."

Will bury his face in your hair and rub his cheek against the top of your head, while humming quietly, slowly losing himself in your heavenly scent.

Alex Keller

Platonic

Surprisingly calm about it. He will not wake you up or whisk you away from his shoulder. He won't even think about commenting on what happened when you wake up.

Alex knows perfectly well what it's like to carve out every free minute on deployment to have a little rest between missions.

He is grateful, that you were on the same team - he could not wish for a better partner than you. Therefore, he is ready to help you not only on the battlefield. If you are tired and want to take a nap, he will lend a shoulder.

If this happened in transport, Alex will cradle you so that you do not hit the back of your head against the wall at a sharp turn.

May once make you 'return the favor' passing out on your shoulder. He does not lean on you completely, plus he has the fluffiest, softest hair out there, so don't worry, it will feel nice.

Romantic

Have you ever seen a light bulb the size of a grown man turning on in a room? Because that's what Alex looks like when you don't answer his question because you accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder.

He dreamt to be your safe place, to make you feel protected, taken care of. And you've just convinced him, that he actually succeeded.

Can't help but smile, hugging you with all care and fondness, he is capable of.

If someone approaches him with a question, while you are still sleeping, he will put his finger to his lips, making it clear to this person, that now is not the best moment.

If you wake up and ask him, how long did you nap, Alex will always answer, 'oh, you've just closed your eyes a few minutes ago'. Even if you fell asleep more than an hour before.

Please, just let him stay like that with you for a little longer. These are the moments, he lives for: you in his hands, in peace, loved and loving.

König

Platonic

Oh no, this poor soul, he is completely lost. He doesn't feel, if his verbal interactions are graceful enough, and you've just accidentally initiated a prolonged touch.

His pulse is higher than Austrian mountains, as he tries to sit still and mimic the wall or couch under your head.

He hides his eyes when someone passes by you, tries to pretend that this is how it should be, thanks all the gods for not taking off his veil immediately after returning from the mission so no one sees the blush stretching from his cheeks to his neck.

"Horangi... Pssst, Horangi! W-what should I do?" "Ehm, enjoy a peaceful moment with fellow soldier? You guys look cute like that." "Wait, don't leave me here! This whole situation might be inappropriate... You must help me now! Do something!!" "You want me to wake her up?" "Yes! Wait, no! What if waking her up is actually inappropriate?"

König will sincerely want to apologize to you. He does not yet know what exactly, but he certainly did something wrong. He will suffer and spin in bed half the night, formulating a socially acceptable apology, and finally fall asleep, satisfied with the phrase he composed.

He'll come up to you in the morning, only to realize with horror that he forgot the exact wording of the apology. Therefore, he will honor you with a short nod, turn around and go in the opposite direction.

Romantic

König pretends he's asleep too. It is ok to not move, since he is asleep, yes? It is enough of an excuse to hold you in a tight embrace, since he's doing it unconsciously, is it?

It doesn't even matter, if everybody around knows what exactly is happening between you two - he still believes, he needs an excuse to touch you, even to be around you.

Due to his size, König can simply hide you in his arms. Can and will. You are after all his treasure.

He discreetly lifts his veil up just to take your hand and press a quick kiss against your knuckles. He enjoys the opportunity to touch you like that from time to time when others are not looking.

But if someone decides to interrupt this heaven - they better be prepared for the coldest, most menacing death glare. Because König won't let anyone disturb his Schatzis` moment of peace.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

soap pick up line where reader goes up to him and says

“do you like magic? because ive got a rabbit and a wand we can use”

risky, so very risky

06 / 396 words

Soap peers at you, frowning over his pint glass. "What's a rabbit got to do with magic?"

Your teasing smile falls into a look of disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Is this a joke or are you trying to waste my time again?"

"The rabbit from a hat trick?" You grope for the right words to explain. You didn't think there would be cultural context required for this pick-up line. "It's like the stock stage magician trick. How do you not know what that is?"

Soap scoffs, swirling his beer and turning his barstool so that he's leaning back on the bar and facing the other patrons. "You're takin' the piss. Rabbits don't fit in hats."

"That's why it's a trick. My God. Are there no street magicians in Glasgow? No silly magic shows?"

Soap takes a swig of his beer, looking amused by your reaction. "Wouldnae know if there were. Got better things to do than pay money to watch some dunce dressin' up rabbits."

"Unbelievable. Who do you hire for birthday party, then? Don't say clowns. No kid wants a clown."

"Dunno. Do people actually still hire out for that? Thought they'd moved on to high-tech shite. Video games." He cracks a grin and leans back with his elbows on the bar behind him. "Clown doesn't sound so bad. Maybe we hire you for a gig like tha'?" 

"Hilarious."

He shrugs. "Suppose you could hire one of those fortune-teller types who can read your palm and talk to animals."

"What? That sounds fake."

"Right, so you're saying rabbits do fit in hats?"

"That's not what I mean and you know it. They don't do parties."

"Aye, I swear they do. I thought about gettin' certified myself before joinin' the military. Make some extra cash. Thought I might like to be a cat whisperer."

You feel yourself make a face. "Why?"

"You really wanna know, hen?" He takes another sup of beer, but now there's a wide smirk on his lips. "You sure?"

"Why are you saying it like that?" You pause for a beat. "Why cats?"

"Same reason you've got yourself a wand and a rabbit, hen." He leans in. "Cause I know exactly what a pussy needs."

...

part 2

more Soap / masterlist tag

[glittergoblinzz]

Ghoap (well, Cbf!Soap mainly) asking Afab!Reader to be their surrogate (pt 1)

CW: Talks of surrogacy/pregnancy

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The last thing you expected when you came home after work one day was your friend Johnny sitting on your couch. You two have been friends since childhood and have been inseparable, even after he joined the military. You trusted the man with your life and would let him come over whenever he felt like it, going as far as giving him an extra key to your flat in Sunderland.

At first, you thought something bad must have happened since you could see he was clearly stressed about something. You drop your bag down and go over to the couch, sitting next to him

"Johnny, what are ya doing here? Is something wrong?"

He looks up at you with those crystal blue eyes, running a hand through his mohawk.

"Nah, there's nothing wrong per say, but...there is somethin' I need to ask ya, lass. Somethin' big...."

"What is it?"

Johnny pauses, unsure of how to ask this. After a moment, a voice from behind you two speaks up. A deep, gravely voice with a Mancunian accent. The unexpected voice causes you to jump slightly and turn around. It was Johnny's husband, Simon. Johnny had told you about him numerous times but you had never gotten to meet him in person before. His brown eyes bore down at you. It was hard to tell what exactly he was thinking but from the tone of his voice and how blunt he was, it was clear he wasn't exactly happy.

"He wants to know if you'd be our surrogate."

This makes you pause. They want you to be their surrogate? The MacTavishs? Really? You understand that you and Johnny are good friends and all, but you figured they would have gone through an agency or even adopted instead. You look back at Johnny, who was giving Simon a bit of a look himself.

"Johnny, is this true?"

Johnny turns back to you and his face softens quite a bit before he looks down at the ground.

"Aye...it's true, lass. I know this is a really, really big favour to ask, but...."

Johnny looks back up at you and gently grabs your hand.

"Could ya do this for us? We'll pay ya, take care of ya. Simon's done took a step back from the military for this next part of our lives so you'll always have at least one of us around at all times."

The look of desperation in Johnny's eyes makes your heart break for him a little bit. You knew he's always wanted to be a dad one day, have a family of his own. You fold your arms over your chest and lean back into the couch a bit, thinking it over....

"If I do this for you....how would we be doing this? Do you already have an egg from a donor? Are you just needing me to carry your child for you?"

Johnny sighs

"No. We'd be hoping ya wouldn't mind doing it....the ol' fashioned way...."

"The old fashioned way...? You mean... You'd sleep with me to knock me up?"

Before Johnny could say anything else, Simon interjects.

"No. Not him. I'd be doing it..."

You look up at Simon, clearly shocked. You barely knew this man and here he was saying that he'd be the one sleeping with you. You've only heard tidbits about him from Johnny. Sure, Johnny made him out to be a good man who liked to crack jokes and was a pretty laid back guy but from this first encounter, he doesn't seem like that at all. This made you extremely hesitant to help your friend out in starting his family....

Seeing the look of worry on your face, Johnny clears his throat causing you to look back at him again.

"Don't mind him, lass. He's just a bit....protective. Simon doesn't feel comfortable at the thought of me sleeping with someone else. I hope ya can understand that? And don't worry, like I said before...ya don't need to say yes now. Ya can give your answer later on, after you've spent a bit of time with Simon and have gotten to know him better. I wouldn't want ya sleeping with someone ya barely know."

You slowly nod. You could understand that. You and Johnny have known each other for much longer and it wasn't a secret he had a crush on you in the past....so Simon most likely felt the relationship would be threatened if Johnny was the one to sleep with you, worrying that would rekindle the old feelings he had for you from your younger years. Giving a slight sigh, you smile at Johnny and slightly give his hand a squeeze before letting it go.

"Yeah, okay. I'll give it a shot for you, Johnny. I'll try to get to know Simon better before I make my full decision..."

Johnny's face lights up and he immediately leans in to hug you tightly. He pulls away after a moment with a huge grin on his face.

"Thanks, lass. I promise Simon isn't normally like this. He just....has a hard time trusting people he doesn't know. He'll warm up to ya eventually."

This earns a scoff from Simon as he turns his head away from you two. Johnny laughs and gets up from the couch, moving behind it towards Simon.

"Lighten up, love. I know ya two pretty well....I think you'll get along in no time at all..."

He looks at Simon lovingly as he brushes his hand through Simon's short, black hair before giving him a kiss on his forehead. Simon frowns a bit, some of the scars on his face becoming more prominent; especially the ones on his upper lip and cheek.

"Really, Johnny? In front of her?"

Johnny only laughs in response, nodding.

"Aye, in front of her. Now come on, we should probably let her be now..."

He didn't need to tell Simon twice. The Brit immediately started heading towards the door without another word, only stopping in the doorway to wait for Johnny. Before leaving, Johnny turns to you again.

"Again, thank you. This really does mean a lot to me, and especially Simon....even if the brute doesn't want to admit it..."

Another groan is heard from Simon, who's barely...just barely....got a slight upward curl of his lips going on.

"...So I'll text ya soon with some dates and times so we can all get together and hang out a bit, so you can Simon can get to know each other better, yeah?"

You nod, smiling as you stand up and give Johnny another quick hug.

"Yeah. Sounds good. See you later, Johnny. Simon."

You give a slight nod to Simon, who hesitates before giving a slight nod back. Johnny turns and walks to Simon, taking Simon's hand in his before the couple leaves your house.

[peaachypie]

Payback

Warning :

(cnc, breeding kink, uniform/masked kink, dark!Miguel, p in V, cunnilingus, lactation kink, infidelity and i think that it)

" Coach Terry has a wife ?"

Miguel raise his head, stopping what he was working on.

" mh mh ! Her name is [Y/N], she is so nice, she has a kid too ! He does a lot of.... jokes about it"

" jokes ?"

" yeah, when we don't make enough point he says something like : if i knew kid will shoot that bad i wouldn't have use this excuse to save my marriage ! "

" ... what the..."

" I don't really understand but [Y/N] is so nice with us ... and pretty !"

Gabriella says happily, preparing her bag for her soccer training.

" with his face ? She can't be that pretty."

He says with a unamused chuckle.

" dad ! Don't be a meanie ! "

She scolds him with a frown.

" i'm just being honest."

He shrugs.

" you're just jealous "

She hum with a confident smile, Miguel groan slightly but with a soft smile. He doesn't take it in a wrong way.

" shut your mouth and eat."

" aye !"

She quickly stuff her mouth with food as the big man let out a sigh.

~~

Coming out of his car, Miguel give Gabi her bag as she run out to the changing room.

He walks slowly toward the bleachers.

" um excuse me "

He raise his eyes away from his phone with a slight annoyed stare, he isn't the social type of man. But his hard face quickly fade away as your sigh. He looks up and down at you, taking a good look on your hair, face and body. Especialy body.

" yes ?"

He answers finaly, putting away his phone.

You smile kindly at him. He sees your mouth open to talk but no sound come to his ears. Too focus on staring at you.

How could Terry pull a beautifull woman like you ?

Did you really have a child with this ... thing ?

Does your nipple are hard because of the wind or ?

What ?

He frown at his own mind comment.

He isn't the type of asking himself that, or even staring at a woman body. He doesn't feel guitly too long. He couldn't stop looking at you, he couldn't stop thinking on the fact that he is so much better than Terry.

He could make you scream his name, in every position, everywhere.

He takes a deep breath, he could feel his cock throbbing against his legs.

Dammit. It's been a while since he wanted someone that bad, and he isn't really patient about those thing.

He want you so bad, he want to see you cry on his cock. He want to see you beg for his cock.

The training start and quickly come to an end. His eyes switching to Gabriella then to you. Your ass seem so soft, and your breast so full of milk. He just want to relieve you by sucking your nipple.

He groan.

" fuck..."

~~

23:05 p.m

Gabriella was already in bed, everything was calm until the city needed him, well the city needed Spiderman.

He wasn't really in the mood, he wasn't known for being the " friendly neighborhood spiderman " .

His duty end quickly, beating up vilains wasn't what he prefer to do but it took off your body out of his mind.

He swing around the building before stopping somewhere high. Looking around until he see someone getting in trouble.

You.

He doesn't have any spidersense but if he had one, it would have been so excited right now.

" please ! Someone help ! "

You cry out at someone snatch your purse out of your hand. The vilain didn't run away, too slow for the hero who catch him easily with his web.

Miguel goes grab the purse, not without a dead stare and an agressive behavior.

He slowly goes to you, for you it was nothing.

For him, he was just holding himself from slamming you against the wall and pulling down your pantie down your legs.

" thanks you so much spiderman ..."

You smile to the masked hero, with a gratitude smile.

He keep his eyes on you.

Your tears.

He wasn't listening to his mind anymore, he doesn't care anymore.

" let me take you back to your place."

He goes to you and pick you up in his arm, shooting a web and flying around the city toward your apartment.

Opening the window was the easiest part of this. Putting back on your legs, you turn to him.

" thanks you, you're so-"

" nothing come for free."

He says in a hard voice.

" what ?"

" I need a payback. That fair for what i do in the city. Dont you think ?"

" but... i don't have any money"

" don't worry princesa."

He grab your face with his finger. Holding you.

" i'm not asking for money."

Your eyes widden at his word. One blink was enough to see how fast he was to ripped your dress in a half. You let out a whine as your breast are now exposed to the masked man.

" w...wait ! I ... i have a husband ! And-"

" and ? You want me to keep saving the city don't you ? Who knows maybe your husband will need my help."

You open your mouth to repost but the only sound who come out is a squeak as the hero deprograms his mask over his nose to take a lick on your hardden nipple. You try to move away from his grip, but Miguel hold you close against him. A second moan escape your lips as he take one of your nipple in his mouth, sucking and slighting bitting it. He let out a growl when the warm milk run down his throat.

He never felt this tight in his costume before.

Your hand stay on his shoulder, trying to push him without really trying ... you could do more than that. Was it the fear ?

You close your eyes, your legs shaking a bit as he keep the nipple in his mouth without forgetting the other, playing with it before giving each little buttons a lick.

You didn't dare open your eyes, fighting yourself not to ask for more, or to make too much noise about your forbidden pleasure.

The next thing you could feel was the pillow on your face when he throw you on the bed. Your stomach on the mattress and your legs spread on the edge of the bed.

" what are you ...! No !"

But he didn't listen, raising your dress over your ass. Kneeling in front of your private area, taking a smell on your pantie making your squirm.

He waited for this for so long, he though of this for so long everytime he would jerk off thinking of you. Moving your pantie to the side, his tongue find quickly the way toward your clit. Licking and sucking on it as you bite on your pillow. Tears falling down your cheek as he eat you out like a starved man. His tongue moving inside your gummy wall, sucking up your juice. Your wetness dripping under his chin.

" p...please...haangh...s...stop...."

You whisper quietly, to give yourself good conscience but not wanted it to end either.

" i...i'm sorry Ter...haaah...!"

You let out a scream when he start playing again with the little budge of nerves.

Turning your eyes to him, you looked at him.

Miguel was kneeling in front of your pussy, sucking it while moving his hand up and down his throbbing cock. Precum coming out his urethra.

It was so big, too big.

He get up again, slidding down your pantie on your ankle. Teasing your wet hole with his red tip.

You should scream, but you just press the pillow harder against your mouth.

He spread your pussy lips with one hand, the other holding his cock in front of your entrance.

" Fuck ... look at that, this pretty pussy all wet for me ... you were waiting for this uh ? Someone with a big cock to fill you up properly ? You wanted it, you waited to be fuck like a slut."

His voice is strict and hard, making your pussy clench on nothing. He let out a dark chuckle out of his lips. Pressing the tip at your entrance before slidding inside without putting force.

He groan between his teeth as you let out a moan in the pillow.

He didn't wait for you to get used to his shape. Putting his rough hand on your hips and pouding inside you like a beast.

You cry on the pillow.

" sorrysorrysorry...i'm...hanh ! Sorry...ha...haa...!"

Do you apologize for your infidelity or for loving it a bit too much ?

The wet sound of your pussy being filled up by the hero are the only sound filling the room. Tears falling just like your wetness down your legs.

You could feel the knot inside you getting bigger as he does firm circle around your puffy clit.

" taking me so well princesa..."

He groan, a mix of whimper and a growl.

" taking my cock so well ... is it better than your husband ? Stop apologizing and answers."

An hard slap on your ass wake you up from your bubble of pleasure.

" pleasepleaseplease ...!"

" are you begging me to stop or to cum ?"

" please...'me cum...! Ha...aaa...f...feels good...!"

" yeah ... it does feels good uh ? You want to cum uh ? Clenching around me like if you don't want me to take it out. You want me to make you a momma again ?"

" pleaseplease...'anna be a mom again..."

You cry out, your mind foggy. It was too much, the thrust, the circle around your clit.

Your eyes rolled back to your head as your legs start shaking. The knot in your stomach exploding in a powerfull orgasm.

Miguel groan, he was holding himself for too long. How was he suppose to hold when your pussy feel so tight around his cock ? He groan one last time before filling your womb full of his cum. He stay inside for a few minute before take a step back. Watching his semence dripping out your pussy.

" that a good girl. You did good for me."

He bend over to you, taking your hair to raise your head at him.

" that pussy is mine now."

You nod, obedient.

He was so violent, as if he wanted to mold your pussy to his shape.

He put a kiss on your forehead before putting you to bed, stroking your hair for a few second, then leaving quickly before your husband comes back.

~~

" dad ?"

Gabriella looks at him.

" yes ?"

He raise his eyes to his daughter.

" Coach Terry was angry today."

" was he ?"

" he said [Y/N] doesn't want to be in the same room as him, and that he knew his marriage was bulls-"

" don't you dare say the word."

" ... oke"

Gabriella pout before going back to her room.

Miguel turn back his eyes to what he was working on.

I should reward her for that. Seem like her pussy is really mine now.

[simpjaes]

mtl to try his luck and fuck a married woman just cuz he can

MTL: hyung line + fuck a married woman

warning: infidelity obv

most

★ jay: im on that milf hunter jay agenda forever so you can't argue that he's the first one to be willing to fuck a married woman. I think he'd probably even prefer it sometimes, loving the idea that someone is willing to skew their own moral compass just to get him between their legs. the idea drives him up a fucking wall to be someone's dirty little secret, both in a good and bad way. the pros: quick and nasty fucks, hot desperate words whispered directly into each other's mouths, false promises and perfect situations that call for degradation. A total fucking ego boost for him. especially when he's moaned for and stated as the better fuck compared to the man you're married to. the cons though? well, he doesn't necessarily like sharing you, even if you were never his to share to begin with. hate fucks are fun but goddamn does he hate seeing you rubbing all over the man who never could or would eat the pussy right.

☆ heeseung: what heeseung wants, heeseung gets. he doesn't care if he looks stupid chasing a married woman, if anything, that's not even a cause to stop wanting in his head. who cares? he doesn't have to find out, genuinely, all you need to do is admit that you want him too. he can see it on your face every time he whispers dirty little words in passing to you. definitely the type to send unsolicited dick pics to your number after basically manipulating you to get it in the first place. honestly, heeseung would pester and fluster you until you'd have no choice but to break for him. to the point that you're chasing him. to the point that you can't stop thinking about him. your vows be damned, it would be a damn shame to keep pretending you don't want it. and oh god, would heeseung give it to you too. honestly, he'd play with your body to the point you'd forget you even got married in the first place. and fuckkkk, he would be elated to know he's got a married woman at his beck and call.

★ sunghoon: it would probably be an accidental thing on his part ngl. not saying he wouldn't go for a married woman but i think he'd be more inclined to chase a single person. that is, until he is forced into close quarters with you on a day to day basis. maybe you guys work together or something idk. sunghoon is the type who wants a relationship, and boy would it sting when he finds out you're already married. "but you don't wear a ring..." he'd probably comment, not really intending to sound rude but fr, he wouldn't have just tried to kiss you if you had been wearing said ring. and, well, it would probably spiral from there with both of you facing a moral dilemma. sunghoon would take what he could get after too long though, after all, he'd probably fall so aggressively in love with you to the point of becoming jealous and possessive. 100% would fuck you for the first time and ask you to divorce your husband while balls deep lmaooo

☆ jake: not intentionally, but it's not like you were honest with him about it. i think you'd be the aggressor in the situation when it comes to jake. the guy would do anything for you, and anything to get those loving compliments and bats of your eyelashes at him. the best part?? when he finds out he probably wouldn't give two shits about it because he's obsessed with you whether another man feels the same about you or not. it's def a "well someone's gotta change their outfit" moment for him, except more of a "well someone's gonna have to give you up" but it most certainly won't be him lmfaoooo. bro would slash your husband's tires.

least

p.s. im giggling bc this is 666 words aye

[bunnyreaper]

why am I thinking about soap begging you to indulge him in his step-sister fantasy?

like he pleads with those puppy eyes and you just can't say no when he's staring like that so the next thing you know you're making plans on how you're going to roleplay with him.

he has so many things he wants to try, and he has no shame about how filthy or taboo or perverted or cliche they are. like, can't find it in him to feel bad about it when it gets his dick so hard and you're so eager to please him and make his fantasies come true.

the first thing he asks for is a scenario where he takes your virginity, because who can you trust more than your big bro to take care of you for your first time? he takes it so slow for you, relishing in the trust you placed in him. he kisses you softly at first, before it turns into something dirty and hungry, stuffing his tongue into your mouth. fingers you so sweetly, making sure you cum over and over before he even thinks about fucking you. making you all wet and gooey and stretched as he eases his long, thick cock inside. fucks away your innocence, shapes you to him, plans on making you completely fucking addicted straight from your first time. nothing is allowed in your brain besides thoughts of him.

"this sweet little kitty belongs to me now, aye bonnie?"

or you pretend you're going through a shitty breakup with a guy your age and he comforts you, he's your older step bro, he knows those guys don't deserve you. holds you as you cry, tries to hide that he's hard from the way your body presses and writhes against his, or how fucking cute your little pout is or the tears that stain your cheeks.

promises he'll make it all better if you let him eat your cunt just right, and let him fuck your thoughts away like he does so well. you melt into him as he makes your toes curl, his dick buried so deep as he looks down upon you with adoring eyes, ones your boyfriend never gave you. he makes you cum like no one else can either.

"don't think about him lass, 'll make you feel good, promise baby."

but of course he has some even darker fantasies too. he's been away, deployed, and he comes back to you being all fucking bratty. you won't stop loudly talking about this guy who's been entertaining you in johnny's absence, but he assumes it's all just talk--talk he's going to have to punish you for, because you're his.

he catches you at night, trying to sneak out of the window, and oh no, of course, you're stuck. and johnny, of course, doesn't rush to help you, just flipping up your skirt and pulling down your panties. teasing slick out of you and making you moan into the darkness until you wouldn't dream of leaving, because you know that boy can't take care of you like your big bro can, doesn't fill you full of sticky cum like johnny does.

"stay still, stop yer squirmin'. i'll free you once am done."

or maybe you, with your dumb little girl brain, think you'd be better off without your step-bro. you tell johnny it has to stop, and that you don't want him anymore. he respects it for a while, but when he sees you doing something you shouldn't, something you wouldn't want your parents to find out about, he definitely takes full advantage. he'll keep your secret if you just give him your pretty little throat one more time, let him past those cute little lips again, swallow everything he gives you.

so you give in, dropping to your knees, pulling his hard dick out of his jeans and taking as much of his meat down your throat as he can.

he takes ahold of your hair, fucking deeper and deeper and making you gag, making your eye close. when they flutter open, you see his phone camera fixed on you, and you know it's going to be even more blackmail material so you can't escape. you were so silly for thinking you could go without johnny using you like this.

"do as you're told bonnie, look at the camera like a good little slut, yeah?"

[phntmeii]

If you write for e42 miles could you write some hcs for him

♡ Dating Earth-42 Miles Morales Headcanons:

❝ I'm Miles Morales. But you... you can call me the Prowler. ❝

[SFW + Fem Terms Used]

A/N: That accent went crazy for the movie ngl. I’m so hyped for more of him ahhsidjs. Sorry for this one being a tad shorter just because we didn't get to see enough of this ver. of Miles </3 Also, requests are open ofc :) ty anon!!

🕸️ This version of Miles is much more serious about his work and how busy he can be. He didn’t think he had time to look for someone.

🕸️ Then, there was you. Miles couldn’t take his eyes off of you, just watching as you passed by. He’s having an internal conflict because he doesn’t want to invest himself in someone just to lose them but he can’t stop thinking about you.

🕸️ So he ends up defaulting to just watching you from afar for a while to try and learn what's special about you. And with each day, that feeling grows until he just one day does it and talks to you.

🕸️ He's confident but quiet. A lot of his sentences are short and to the point. He looks down at you as you talk, keeping his eyes on yours. He's giving his full attention to you.

🕸️ He also does the thing of having his hands in his pockets and leaning down to hear you better. He knows exactly what's he's doing.

🕸️"Shit... desculpa, ma... didn't hear you. Say it again for me?"

🕸️ I think this version of Miles would be the least obvious with his feelings at first. Half the time you can't tell if he's actually into you or not because he seems disinterested most of the time but when he's in his room, he's sat listening to love songs and picturing different scenarios with you.

🕸️ His mother taught him right so when he does ask you out, it's not a casual text of "will you be my girlfriend" or something basic like that. He's taking you out at night to somewhere with a nice view where he has your favorite flowers, then he asks.

🕸️ He isn't too big into PDA. Not because he doesn't love giving you his attention but because Miles is a very chill and settled guy in public.

🕸️ Most of his "PDA" are small things like hand holding and whispering romantic things into your ear.

🕸️ Yes, many of his pet names and flirty comments will be in Spanish just because he knows you like it. He usually defaults to "mami" or "mamas" when talking to you.

🕸️ Once he's more comfortable, he likes to be a tease because he knows it sets you off especially if you're busy. He'll just open up your window and sneak in while you're doing your work just to feel you.

🕸️ He'll have a dumb grin as you smack him away, putting his hands up in surrender. "Ay, lo siento, mami... Didn't know my girl was so focused."

🕸️ There are some times where he just sweeps you away from your work any way because he wants to spend time with you. He'll never admit to being clingy despite doing that.

🕸️ Definitely the type to do shit just to try and piss you off cause he thinks he’s funny. He’ll rest his arm on top of your head, make jokes when he sees you’re annoyed and act like he’s the one wearing the pants in the relationship to friends when in reality, he’s all too obsessed with you and treats you like royalty.

🕸️ In public, acting like the man, meanwhile in private, he’s all “yes ma’am omw o7”. LMAO

🕸️ Miles can instantly tell when you're in a bad mood. A slight change in the way you text and he's already thinking about how to fix it.

🕸️ "good morning mamas 💜" "morning" "tf is 'morning'?? nah, start over." "what?" "my girl not starting the day like this. im coming over."

🕸️ Miles' main Love Languages are: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

🕸️ Miles needs to be around you which is why he'll sneak off to see you. It doesn't matter if you're busy with something, he'll just watch you and keep you company as you do it. (Although, he might try and distract you.)

🕸️ He’ll let you do his skincare or do his hair (if you know how) but he’ll likely complain the whole time even if there’s no reason to.

🕸️ Like he’ll complain about not being able to touch his face when he has a face mask on or that you’re being too rough when doing his hair even though he loves when you do this for him (He’s being dramatic.)

🕸️ “Ay- Shit! You havta fuckin’ pull that hard?” “You want your braids to look good or not?” “I want to have hair by the end of this.” *proceed to smack the side of his head with a brush*

🕸️ He’s definitely a flirty guy. He’ll text you suggestive messages when he knows you’re in public or at a family event just to mess with you. He’ll also send super romantic paragraphs to you over text when he knows you’re asleep.

🕸️ There is no insecurities allowed about yourself when you’re with Miles. The moment he hears self doubt, he’s showering you with praise because his girl is perfect in his eyes. There is no one else but her.

🕸️ "baby. i feel ugly today" "ugly?? tf are u on?" "i just feel idk like gross" "mami don't start allat. u know ur too fucking gorgeous to think like that." He then sends several 1-3 min voice messages freaking out to you about how lucky he is so you know that it is impossible for you to be "ugly" in his eyes.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[alwaysshallow]

can you please write a little blurb about soap comforting reader after a tough day?? (work’s been kicking my butt lately and i constantly think about johnny comforting me to feel better)

You are quiet as possible, when you're searching for any candies in your kitchen counters, trying with all your power to not break apart. It's been a rough couple of days, and what's more to it, you're just tired with life; if you wouldn't be needed anywhere, you'd honestly wrap yourself around a blanket to protect yourself from world.

But you can't do that, and it makes you even more mad, it makes you feel like you burned out in absolutely everything. What's even worse? You, trying to act like everything's okay right in front of your boyfriend for a couple of days.

Either he believes you, or he just decides that you're gonna tell him in the right time, but you're thankful for that anyway; you feel like he has more important things to do than worrying about you having a mental crisis and being exhausted. He's military after all, he probably would think it's a first world problem and—

"You're tensed up." Soap's voice snaps you back to reality, when he hugs you from behind, his face hidden in your neck.

You fake a chuckle, as you shake your head dissmisively. "I'm alright, it's just—"

"—quit it." he murmurs, kissing your skin which tickles under his lips. "Yer like this for a while. What's wrong, lassie?"

And here it goes.

It's like a breaking point, when he finally asks; one sob does it all for him to turn you around, and hug you tightly, as your head is against his broad chest, when you just tell him what is wrong. How everything overwhelms you, how you don't have time for anything you like, how people makes you want to crawl in your bed and never leave.

Comes on him like a tsunami wave, and you suddenly feel bad for making him worry about you. He seems to see right through you, when he pats your back a few times to get your attention.

"What are ya thinkin' bout?"

"How I'm overwhelming you. You have bigger problems, and I—"

"—None of that overthinkin' shite, aye? Look at me." he whispers, his forehead against yours. "You don't overwhelm me, at all. Yer just tellin' me what's been a bother, and that's good. That's why I'm here, yeah? No matter how dumb it sounds to you, I want to know."

"You want to know?"

"Everythin'. Includin' that Cassidy bitch."

He says it with such seriousness that it makes you laugh, and he laughs too, automatically.

"Ain't that hard, eh? And now, we're gonna go to bed, watch some movies, and cuddle."

And it is this way. You pick your favorite romcom, and his arm is around you; it feels like a shield from anything bad that happened to you recently.

His mouth doesn't stop commenting, but you think it's just an excuse, so you could shut up him with a kiss once in a while.

When you do? When you do, he laughs into your lips, and brings you even closer, nuzzling into you like into his favorite blanket.

And, somehow, he makes everything alright.

A/N: i hope everything's gonna be alright, baby!!

[silverskye13]

wait silver if renbob visits hels has he met the red king? and if so are they disastrous or iconic together

"Deliiiiivery! :D" Renbob calls in a sing-song voice, holding a stack of boxes in his arms. "RK, where you at my brother?"

He stands in the empty loading dock at the back of the Colosseum, smiling expectantly at the vacant bay. He likes hels. It's warm, and the people are interesting. It could stand to be a little more colorful, but not all pretty places are colorful. Like the beach for example! It's mostly just yellow and blue and hot, and it's still pretty.

(That's perfect actually! Hels makes him think of the beach: hot and monocolor, but somehow still interesting once you get past all the sand. Hah! Imagine a beach in hels! It'd be like a sauna, all steam and rocks.)

"RK I know you can hear me," Renbob calls again. "I can't hold these boxes all day! Well I can, but I will get bored you know?"

There is a grumbling, growling sound that comes from everywhere, but mostly the back of his head. It starts as several whispered and snarled words, and slowly coalesces into a string of coherent thought, "I don't answer to the name RK here, lad."

"My bad, must've gotten you mixed up with someone," Renbob chuckles. "Do you want your delivery?"

"Loading bay?"

"They won't let me park the van anywhere else, my brother. Oh! Please bring your favorite sword, if you don't mind? :)"

There is a cacophony of barks and growls as Red's presence slips out of the back of Renbob's mind. He wonders if Red knows that's the sound his thoughts make: an angry pack of wolves. They aren't kind wolves. They whisper a lot of unkind things when they trail after Red's thoughts. He wonders if that's why Red is always so nice to people: he's keeping the wolves from the door, so to speak.

Red strides into the loading bay, one hand on the wall as a guide until it ends in the open room. He steps confidently even when the wall is gone. The iron crown, sunk down low over his eyes, either doesn't hinder his sight, or he's memorized enough of the Colosseum that it doesn't bother him anymore.

"What sound do my thoughts make :O ?" Renbob asks. Red, who'd been walking a little too far to the left of him, twitches his big, wolf-like ears and realigns his path, meeting Renbob where he stands in front of his camper van.

"What sound do ye... Thoughts make?"

"Yeah, do they make like, sound? I always figured you'd hear a pleasant background of guitar and ukulele music."

Red tilted his in an expression that probably meant he was raising his eyebrows. It was hard to tell with the crown in the way. "Ye thoughts sound like yer voice. Though there do be a slight... Birdsong type noise."

"Is it chillaxin?"

"Aye sure."

"Groovy! :D" Renbob laughed. "I'll take it then! And like, you can take these."

He passes the stack of boxes to Red, who struggles a bit with their weight.

"What all have ye brought for me lad?" Red grunts, giving up on holding them all and setting them down. "All I asked for were some of those hot chips, and ye lemon squares."

"Oh it's just some bits and bobs, mostly," Renbob hums brightly, counting on his fingers. "There's a shulker of emerald and lapis (you said you were looking for a new color to go with all the red? :V those are opposite on the color wheel might be a good place to start! :) ), a shulker of flowers for dyes (all labeled. Are you color blind? I can't remember. Anyway I labeled the dye colors they make ^_^), three boxes of lemon squares (for you and your hand and a box for your Colosseum buddies! I'm sure they'd love some :D), two bags of spicy chippies, and I got you two bolts of fabric (your cloak is getting so torn up :( you've gotta take better care of your stuff brother!). Oh, and there's a few diamonds in there I nicked from Ren. (He won't miss 'em I promise ;) )."

Red tilted his head to the side, "How...? In the world...?"

"Hmm? :)"

"How do ye make...? With your voice...? Ye know what, it be unimportant," Red chuckled, a growling noise that fractured on the edges, a hint of the wolf-thoughts that leaked into real life. "Alas lad, I did not know ye would bring so much, else I would have had payment ready for such finery."

"Oh perish the thought, RK!" Renbob grinned, waving a dismissive hand. "You know you don't have to pay me!"

"Er... Red."

"That's what I said. :3"

"I see, ye be jesting?"

"Jest so!"

"Ah," Red smirked and leaned against the tower of boxes. "Ye said ye visited Ren. How fares our little brother?"

"He's older than both of us Red!"

"Aye, but he also be shorter than both of us."

Renbob laughed, bright and hearty, and for a moment, sunshine flickered in the Colosseum. Flowers bloomed around Renbob's feet. "Right you are, brother! Though I think he might be taller than me if I took my platforms off."

"Aye, but I see no universe where ye be making that particular wardrobe choice."

"I dunno. I was thinking about going to the beach after this. Do you guys have beaches in hels?"

"Aye, if you fancy soul sand by the lava lake."

"Oh man, I haven't taken a good lava bath in awhile!"

"Ye do love those an uncanny amount."

"It's exfoliating!"

"Makes me smell like burning hair."

"Well, to like, really enjoy it you have to get past the-- wait! You asked me a question?"

"Our little brother."

"Right! Ren's doing well! Gave him a ride over to his new season with his boyfriend."

Red, who had found one of the boxes of lemon squares during the conversation, coughed out a bite of lemon. "Begging your pardon?"

"You know, those go down a lot better with milk. I think hels dries them out a little. :("

"Ren has a boyfriend?!"

"Oh! Yeah, mister Docm77," Renbob beamed. "I don't think they've made it like, Facebook official yet, but they sure were making a lot of plans together for next season!"

Red sighed out a breath of relief, holding a hand to his chest. "Ye be jesting again."

"Mostly. :)"

"Well, when this great Book of Faces writes their names side by side, ye let me know."

"Certainly!" Renbob crossed his arms behind his back. "Oh, hey, before I go, like, could I ask you a huge favor?"

"Aye, lad?"

"I need a sword. Gonna be hopping to some dangerous orbits soon I think, and like, I'm real peace love and plants and all, so I can't make my own. But I can accept a gift, if you catch my drift?"

"Ah, suddenly all the gifts make sense," Red hums. He reaches down to his sword belt and unbuckles it, passing it off to Renbob, sword, scabbard and all. "Must ye take my most precious one?"

"You know how I work, Red. Only gifts given with love," Renbob grinned. It was a little sharper than it needed to be. Red couldn't see all the teeth. But it was nice to smile wide sometimes. "I do really appreciate it, my brother."

"Of course." Red smiled back, also showing a few too many teeth. Renbob felt a swelling of fondness for Ren's helsmet.

(It really was nice to be with kin sometimes, the people you could really be yourself with. Red didn't think he was unsettling, or fae-like. Red didn't go making a big deal about how widely he smiled, or how much he changed when his whims stretched him around. Red didn't begrudge the odd little pacts and rules he had to follow.)

"Well I'll like, catch you on the flipside brother!" Renbob said cheerfully. "Don't die while I'm gone, ya dig? :)"

"Don't go being any stranger," Red returned, picking up a box to carry back to his rooms. He would need help carrying them all.

[luveline]

hi could i request tasm!peter x autistic!reader? or x miguel, i just got excited when i saw you write for autistic readers i’ve never had that

thank u for ur request!! gentle disclaimer that im not autistic so my frame of ref is based on people i know or what ive read about, please forgive me in case of any inauthenticities <3

Miguel doesn't have much in the way of personal effects, but he has a small glass sphere that rests near one of his monitors in the lab. He occasionally uses it as a paperweight, the milky way inside sparkling in the downtime lighting. 

You're moving it aside to grab up some of his paperwork —to help, he assumes, because you love feeling helpful— when you lose your grip and drop it. It hits the workbench with a sound that makes you cringe, rolling along the bench and over the edge. 

It hits the floor, splintering into a hundred different pieces with an earache-prompting crash. 

Your hands instantly fly to your ears. You take a step back and narrowly avoid splitting open the sole of your shoes on a big chunk of glass.

Miguel's relieved when you don't hurt yourself. Your hands stay cemented to your ears, eyes scrunched closed and shoulders tight, waiting for another sound. He brushes a piece of glass aside and approaches you slowly. 

"You're alright," he says, his fingertips splaying over your elbow. 

You lean forward.

"It's fine. There won't be another loud noise." 

You shake your head side to side but don't speak. Miguel reads it as a correction of his assumption. While he imagines another loud sound would be less than ideal for you, it's not the full reason you've covered your ears. 

Miguel doesn't know what to do, so he guesses. He hooks the leg of a nearby chair with his ankle and yanks it forward to sit you down. That doesn't help (it may even have made things worse). He crouches in front of you.

"What do you need, cariño?" He enthuses his tone with as much softness as it will hold. These days, that isn't a lot, but it's enough for you to peel apart your eyelashes. "Tienes que decirme, ay? You have to tell me." 

"I don't know," you say. 

"Better or worse if I'm touching you?" 

You swallow around nothing. Slowly, you drop your hands to your collar, clenching and unclenching your fists. "It's okay. Sorry, it's not bad." Your hands flop to your lap. "Ah, I smashed your ball. I'm so sorry, I'll get you a new one, I promise." 

"Don't worry about it." 

"But you like it?" you say unsurely.

"I'm a little more worried about you." 

"Why?" You clench your fists again. "Miguel, I know I reacted badly, but I still broke your stuff, you can be mad with me." 

"You didn't react badly," he says. Different than some, sure. He isn't bothered by your response unless you're bothered. He certainly isn't angry about the paperweight.

"You aren't mad?" you ask softly. 

"If I got mad at you for being a dummy I'd be mad all the time." 

"You are mad all the time." 

"Watch it."

Despite what you've said, the loud noise has you unsettled. Your hands continue to clench and unclench, the skin of your knuckles thinning, shaking just a little. Miguel touches your shoulder briefly as he stands, leaving you by the workbench to search the cast iron table that houses the saw. He pulls the drawer forward quietly and grabs the thing he'd been looking for —a pair of noise dampening ear muffs. 

"Would these help?" he asks, offering them to you.

You shake your head even as you take them. "I already heard it, it won't just go away–"

"It doesn't need to go away that fast. Take your time. We'll just sit here." 

You stretch the ear muffs but don't put them on. "I'm really sorry." 

"Don't be stupid," he says. "It's just glass. I can get a new one for five dollars at the pawn shop." 

"You don't look like someone who shops at a pawn shop." 

Miguel takes the ear muffs from you and places them gently over your ears. They don't smother every sound; he's sure you can still hear him as he says, "That's dumb." 

"You're bullying me." 

He puts a finger over his lips. "Quiet." 

You close your eyes, wrap your arms around your waist, and settle down. Your thumbs rub frantically at your elbows for a few minutes until they slow, and your quirked brows relax into a line. You don't rush yourself into feeling better. Miguel wouldn't have it any other way. 

When you're back to a baseline, you rub your face bashfully and point your shoe at the glass covered floor, ear muffs around your neck. "You didn't want to clean it up?" you ask. 

Miguel pretends his attention can't be torn from the blueprints in front of him. He hadn't wanted to make any more noise for you. 

"What, you get to smash it but not clean it?" he asks. He laughs at his own joke. "I have a robot for that." 

You mumble something scornful under your breath and lean over him to grab the paperwork you'd originally intended to complete before your disaster. "Summon the robot. I'll put the defenders back on." 

"You sure?" 

You smile at him gently. "Positive." 

[pacifymebby]

The Peaky Boys Comfort You After A Breakup

Tommy

🌿 He warned you this would happen, that you'd put all your faith in a bad man and get your heart broken. He never liked your boyfriend, he likes to think he has an instinct for sniffing out useless bloody not to be trusted men and this one had set all his alarm bells ringing...

🌿 So when you come to him in floods of tears telling him you don't know what to do, your hearts been broken and your lifes over, it will take a lot for him to not say "i told you so"

🌿 But, he won't say it. Instead he'll see the tears in your eyes, open his arms for you and pull you into a hug. "Come here girl, come tell your Tom what the no good bastards done this time eh..." you'd probably sniffle and try to defend the boy. "He's not a no good bastard..." "Aye love, thats why you're crying ain't it, cause he's such a lovely lad eh?"

🌿 Tommy knows how to handle women, at least he knows how to handle you and he knows that although his brain had jumped straight to teaching this lad a lesson, all you really need right now is a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

🌿Him giving you a tight squeeze and then turning away, to the bar, "whiskey or gin?"

🌿 "So tell me what happened then and don't try to defend him eh I know what you're like angel..." "I don't.." you'd start to argue but he'd only have to give you one look and you'd know you weren't going to get away with lying. You've always let this lad get away with murder.

🌿 So you sigh and dry your eyes and you take a long drink, then you tell him what happened, about how the lad said you weren't worth the trouble that came with knowing you... Basically he'd caught wind that you had Peaky Blinders for friends and he was too much of a coward to stick around and show up for you.

🌿 Of course hearing this, that the lad broke up with you because he was scared of Tommy and the boys makes Tommy more pissed off. "Fuckin coward," he shakes his head, "never deserved you angel, right from the start, he never deserved you..."

🌿 You'd probably shake your head, all forlorn, trying to think of a way to defend him but you know you can't. So you just sit and drink the drinks he pours for you and listen to his little speech.

🌿 "You know I know I never looked too kindly on him, didn't exactly show him a warm welcome," he says, "and I'm sorry about that angel..." you know he's lying but you let him keep going because now you see he was right all along. The lad did let you down, just like he said. "But if I didn't trust him it was only because I think you deserve the world and I could see he would never be able to give it to you..."

🌿And he's telling you the truth, just not the whole truth. If he was being completely honest he'd have finished his sentence, that he could give you the world, that he wants to be the one who does. That no other man will be good enough for you in his eyes, because you belong with him. He's the only person he trusts to look after you.

🌿 But he knows you need time after your break up, so he doesn't say anything. He's patient. He lets you get drunk on whiskey and your sorrows with him, the two of you drinking together all evening. He likes to wallow and so he lets you do that too. There'll be time for smiling and cheering you up tomorrow.

🌿 Lets you drunk cry to him and dries your eyes with his hanky, catches your tears and wipes them away with his thumbs. Tell you to let it all out and encourages you to cry. He thinks its good for women to be emotional.

🌿 He'll sit with you all night, holding your head to his chest when you cry, telling you again and again that you deserve better, that you deserve the world. And when you ask why you weren't good enough he'll almost get cross.

🌿 "No no no, no y/n we're not doing that... Nothing wrong with you angel, you're perfect, sent straight down to earth from heaven you were, only thing that makes me believe in a heaven at all... You're a star too good for the likes of him and he knew it, deep down he knew he could never be what you deserved, knew he'd never be good enough for you, and instead of stepping up and fighting for you, he chose cowardice... Nothing wrong with you at all my girl, he just wasn't man enough, too much of a coward to fight for you..."

🌿 He'll sit with you all night, stroking your hair, probably feeling pretty pleased with himself that it was him you ran to, feeling pretty pleased with himself that he gets to hold you and kiss you and comfort you when you're so vulnerable. Its not that he's happy you're so sad, he's just happy its pushed you into his arms.

🌿 Lets you fall asleep on him then carries you up to his bed where he tucks you in. He's not much of a sleeper anyway so he doesn't mind giving up his bed.

🌿 He sits up all night stewing over what to do about your broken heart and more to the point, the man who broke it. He wants revenge, he wants to hurt him, but he knows that if anything happens to him you'll hear about it and you'll know it was Tommy who ordered it.

🌿But he can't just leave it so he calls John and tells him to delegate the task, to make it seem like an accident, something unrelated to peaky business.

🌿The next day he'd wake you up with tea, he asks you if you'd like to accompany him for breakfast, takes you to your favourite little cafe and buys you your favourite things.

🌿 In the weeks that follow he keeps a close eye on you, he doesnt want you to go back to your now ex. He surprises you with little visits, brings you the odd gift. Buys you a necklace and helps you put it on. He's building up to asking you to be his, but he knows he needs to build up slowly.

🌿 What he doesnt know is that all these little things he's doing for you, are making you fall hard and fast for him, that if he doesn't say or do something soon you're going to steal the limelight from him by kissing him first.

🌿 About two weeks after the stupid lad broke up with you a drunk spills his pint on him at his local pub and your ex picks a fight with him. As it happens the drunk in question isn't a drunk at all, but a romani boy yet to make his name famous, but soon to be the boxing champion of the world. So your ex gets battered by Bonnie Gold and though you're suspicious that the boys have something to do with it, you can't prove a thing.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie has always felt very protective over you. Ever since the day he met you he has inserted himself into your life as a sort of father figure, determined to protect you from the mean streets of london town. You're his little girl, whether you like it or not.

🐻 Whenever you get a new boyfriend Alfie insists upon meeting them to suss them out. To see if they're good enough for his little zieskiet. So far, not a single lad you've introduced him to has been good enough.

🐻 And usually when you get your heart broken you'd go straight to him, knowing he would be able to comfort you with one of his big bear hugs.

🐻 But this time its different. This time its not a normal break up and if Alfie finds out what happened you know he'll kill the lad thats broken your heart.

🐻 So you spend two miserable days trying to go through your break up on your own, hiding away from Alfie, questioning why someone would treat you so carelessly. Why you weren't good enough for them, why they felt they had to cheat on you with some whore from the red light district...

🐻 But you can't keep anything from Alfie Solomons, hes got eyes and ears all over this part of the city and it doesnt take him long to realise exactly why he hasn't seen you down Camden Market the last few days.

🐻 So he turns up at your house, prepared with a bouquet of your favourite flowers tucked behind his back.

🐻 "Not avoiding me are you zieskiet?" he asked you with a stern little frown when you open the door, half hiding yourself behind the door. You know you can't lie to him and even if you'd wanted to the site of him standing there is enough to leave you at a total loss. You can't control your emotions, the rush of relief at the sight of your alfie there ready to wrap you up in his big arms and hold you tight and safe.

🐻 "Oh dear, my dear little zieskiet come here yeah, come give your old man a cuddle..."

🐻 He wraps you up in his arms and squeezes you so tightly. Held against his chest like that you feel so small and safe, safe enough to let all your emotions come flooding out. Sobbing into his chest. He kisses your head and strokes your hair, walking you backwards into your house and closing the door behind you.

🐻 Inside he sits down in an arm chair and pulls you into his lap. "There there poppet its alright, I'm here now right, so everythings alright, I'm here now I'll look after you yeah zieskiet, my precious girl bless your soul, thats it you have a big old cry, let it all out darlin..." he'd rub your back and play with your hair, cradling your body to his, rocking you and soothing you. He leaves little kisses in your hair and holds you until you've calmed down and cried your heart out to him.

🐻 "You know zieskiet," he says when you've stopped crying, "me being a dangerous, rotten gangster feared across the whole of London Town, and him being a good for nothing little cockroach I think we'd all be in agreement nobody, yeah, nobody would miss... I could just have him horribly murdered... Couldn't I..."

🐻 You'd giggle thinking he was joking, sniffling and trying to dry your eyes. Him catching your hands with his and shooing them away, holding your cheeks in his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs. The little smirk he does when you laugh at his "joke"

🐻 "Nah, no, of course not, course I won't do that... Nah... But... It made you smile didn't it poppet... Theres no denying the thought did make you smile..."

🐻 And honestly? I'm not sure your ex has long to live. He'd better enjoy his week of "freedom" because just as soon as Alfie's sure his little girls feeling better, he'll be taking a trip to your ex's side of town, just you know... For a visit.

🐻 But before he can get round to that, and he is going to enjoy that a lot, before he can get round to that, he has to take care of his little girl so he clears his schedule to stay with you for as long as it takes to see you feeling better.

🐻 He knows you're a messy broken heart, knows you won't have been eating or sleeping, and so he makes you dinner, some good old fashioned jewish comfort food - chulent, babka, matzo ball soup... He takes real good care of you all week and whenever you try to interject he just shrugs you off and won't hear a word of your concerns for him or his work which you know is important.

🐻 "You don't have to do all this Alfie..." "All what zieskiet? Not doin nothin me, just takin care of my little girl... Wouldn't be much good if I couldn't even do that would I?" "but you have more important things to be worrying about than me..."

🐻 Him turning round with a stern frown, pointing a finger at you, its his cross face and for a second you think you've gotten yourself into trouble.

🐻 "Now that darlin zieskiet, that simply just ain't true. Is it? Nothin, right, and I mean this with the whole of my old shrivelled heart yeah, there ain't nothin in this world more important than you... You understand that yeah? You are very, very, very important right..."

🐻 You're kind of speechless, you tell from the look in his eyes that he isn't joking, and although Alfie's always been a big softie to you, you had no idea he felt that way about you. You've never meant that much to anybody before and to say you're stunned would be an understatement.

🐻 "Uh.. I..." "You understand that y/n? Thats what I asked you ain't it?" "Um... Yeah... Yeah I do Alfie..." "Really zieskiet cause you don't seem very certain you know, you look very uncertain indeed..."

🐻 And you are uncertain, you're looking back at him trying to work out what he means with all these kind words, he's being so caring, so gentle with you but now he's looking at you so sternly and seriously that you're sure this is more than just "friendship"

🐻 Him stepping closer to you, taking your face in his hands and brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. "You, little ziekskiet, are more precious, right, than you know... More precious than you know." Him holding your gaze, kissing your forehead. You hardly able to breath.

🐻 Suddenly that broken heart hurts a lot less.

Arthur

🍂 You didn't want to tell Arthur about your breakup but you knew you'd never keep it secret for long. And anyway, you've been finding it impossible to hold back your tears whenever you think about what had happened.

🍂 When he sees you he can tell that somethings upset you, all it takes is the question "Who's hurt you girl?" and you're not going to crying, stood there in the middle of the street sobbing your heart out, hiding your face in your hands.

🍂 At first he isn't sure what to do, he's not good with crying lasses he never really knows what to do. But he can't just stand there and watch his best friend sobbing her heart out in the street so he awkwardly tries to comfort you.

🍂 He wraps his arms around you and awkwardly holds you to his chest, it isnt a tight hug and he's a little stiff, the way he pats you on the back and says "here now don't cry darlin.." and coughs awkwardly..

🍂 But you just melt into his embrace, soaking his shirt with your tears and as hes holding onto you and doing his best to comfort you he's overwhelmed with this protective feeling. How could someone do this to someone as lovely and pure as you.

🍂 He gets angry, really pissed off and he holds onto you a little tighter, hes stewing, his face slowly turning that angry shade of red, his breathing getting a little more strained.

🍂 "Ouch Arthur you're squeezing me..." you start trying to wriggle free from his grip and when he hears your pained voice he lets you go, he feels guilty for leaving you there alone but he can't help himself, he has to find the lad who hurt you...

🍂 You shout after him but he doesn't hear you, its like hes completely posessed. Hes so angry that someone could hurt you, he won't be satisfied until he's beaten them to a pulp.

🍂 So you run after him, shouting after him, all the way to the boxing gym where your ex trains and you watch, scared, as Arthur shouts for him, demands they go in the ring together. You beg them both not to but theres no stopping either of them, the two of them aggressive and headstrong and pissed off with one another.

🍂 You can't watch, you're horrified and you send someone running to get Arthurs brothers, you know theyre the only ones that will be able to stop him.

🍂 In the end Arthur doesn't quite manage to kill him, but every time that nasty fuck who broke your heart looks in the mirror from now on, he's gonna see the stitches holding his face together and he'll remember and regret what he put you through.

🍂 After the fight Arthur calms down and realises he hasn't exactly made you feel any better. He's desperate to set things right and stop your crying and he all but falls at your feet begging your forgiveness.

🍂 "Y'see love I'm no good at that soft shite, am no good at fixing broken hearts me, I'm only good at breaking things aren't I... Punishing people for all the bad shit they do... Cause I'm just as fuckin bad as them y'know... So... So..." him getting emotional, clasping your hands in his and explaining that to him, youre the softest, most beautiful, kind, gentle and precious girl in the world and that any cunt who breaks your heart has to pay...

🍂 You forgiving him, kissing his cheek and him going bright red all over again, blushing.

🍂 "Thanks for defending me Arthur, you're very precious to me too..."

🍂 Him going even more red, blushing so deeply he's almost gone purple.

John

🌼 Hates seeing you cry, even if you do look very pretty with those forlorn, teary eyes. Johns not good at dealing with all those messy emotions so his instinct is to try and cheer you up, get you smiling again as quickly as possible.

🌼 So instead of pulling you into a hug or trying to encourage you to cry, John makes jokes to try and make you feel a bit better.

🌼 "Bout time you got shot of him lass, tell you all the time you can do miles better than that ugly mug..." "No I couldn't John, really I mean it I'm never gonna fall in love again..." "I'm literally right here flower..." him winking at you and shooting you that stupid grin that always makes you laugh.

🌼 But he isn't sure he really wanted you to laugh him off this time, and when you giggle and wipe your eyes saying, "yeah right... As if..." he's almost offended.

🌼 "What?" he's still grinning but its harder for him to keep smiling now, "whats that supposed to mean..."

🌼 And thats when he realises that you don't need jokes or silly attempts at cheering up because you're hurting much more deeply than he realised.

🌼 "Well," you huff, "if I can't keep an ugly mug like y/e/n interested in me I'm hardly gonna be able keep you interested..." you roll your eyes and laugh him off, not noticing his change in expression. How he goes from grinning, smirking like a stupid teenager, to serious, frowning and suddenly concerned.

🌼 "What?" "You said it yourself, he's a useless prick and he still didn't want me so..." you trailing off and shrugging, suddenly you have tears in your eyes and John is panicking.

🌼 "Eh eh eh, whatre you crying for flower, didn't mean to make you cry..." he says grabbing your hands and pulling you in close. He wraps you up in a hug and when he pulls away he wipes your tears on his shirt sleeves. "Don't cry darlin I didn't mean it like that, well, he is a useless prick, I did mean that... But you, you deserve so much better than him, he wasn't good enough for you love, no one ever will be if you ask me..."

🌼 And he does mean that, John's always been soft on you, he's always thought you were the prettiest girl in town, the only reason he never made a move on you is because you'd always belonged to someone else and for all that he might have been a relentless flirt he did actually have respect for other people and god forbid he'd ever try to steal someone else's girl...

🌼 But if they're just going to take you forgranted and toss you asside anyway, well maybe he ought to step up and put an ebd to your heartbreak once and for all.

🌼 "Let me take you out tonight flower..." when he says it you're not stunned, and honestly? You think he's trying to wind you up so you tell him not to be ridiculous and he has to keep pestering you until you finally believe him and give in.

🌼 "No i mean it! Let me take you out tonight, we'll go somewherw fancy, I'll be the poshest rebound you've ever had..." he can't help keep making daft little jokes, he wants you to take him seriously but he can't help it, sometimes things just slip out before he has a chance to think them through.

🌼 "You really want to? This isn't a joke? And you're not just pitying me?" "Nah flower, I'm dead serious, I've wanted you to be my girl for ages..."

🌼 Turns up at your house to pick you up, he's brought you flowers, he takes you somewhere really fancy, too fancy, and both of you spend the whole night laughing at how out of place you feel, how you both know everyone else in the room is wondering how you were even allowed in.

🌼 Takes you dancing afterwards, tells you its meant to be a cure for a broken heart, and also he's a rubbish dancer so at the very least you can laugh at him and that will cheer you up. But you don't need cheering up anymore because in the space of a few hours he's made you feel happier than your ex did all the months you were together.

🌼 When he kisses you he smiles, proper proud of himself and you both end up giggling and laughing between kisses.

Bonnie

🍀 Its such a tight knit community when you're all travelling together on the vardos, everyone knows everyones business and Bonnie has had to watch the slow and painful demise of your relationship with your bf over the last two weeks.

🍀 Youve been at the center of the gossip around the camp and as painful and embarassing as it has been for you, its been torture for Bonnie too. Trying to control his emotions when he hears you've been fighting again, when he catches the tail end of a sharp conversation between the two of you, when he sees you with your teary eyea fighting back sobs. All he's wanted to do for the last week is throttle the dinlow thats been breaking your heart

🍀 But when he finally has the chance to he doesnt.

🍀 You're arguing again, not far from the vardos and the camp fires. Bonnie has heard the two of you and your raised voices and he's gone off into the woods looking for you, wanting to make sure you're alright.

🍀 And when he stumbles upon the two of you he sees you with tears streaming down your face and his heart breaks for you. He doesnt know who to go to first, you, so that he can comfort his best friend, or the bastard thats made you cry so that he can thump you.

🍀 Of course Bonnie chooses you, rushing to your side and wrapping an arm around your waist protectively as he catches your cheek in his hand and turns your face up towards his.

🍀 "Whats the matter little dove whats he said to you?" Bonnies a little angry, he can tell you're extremely upset and that whatevers been said between you today is worse than your usual arguments. He can feel you shaking in his arms and when you open your mouth to try and tell him youre fine, another sob escapes you and you try to hide your face in your hands.

🍀"Ho! Dinlow, clear off before I change me mind about fuckin throttling you.." he shouts over his shoulder at the lad, but he barely looks away from you and all his attention is focussed on you.

🍀 He cups your face in his palms, brushes a strand of hair from out your eyes and studies your features trying his best to check if you're hurt, if its just cruel things this lad has said or whether its worse. "Don't look at me like than Bon I'm fine I promise its just stupid argument it's..." "Its not fine if you're sobbing your wee heart out little dove, don't lie to me eh, you're shit at that.."

🍀 He'd be really gentle with you, hugging you tight to his chest and giving you advice, he's trying not to give you bias advice. "If you'd asked me I'd have said don't bother with him at all you know, right from the stsrt just, not worth your time..." but he can't help himself. He never really liked the idea of you with anyone else.

🍀 "Could hit him if ye like, got a solid right hook me, solid left hook too actually..." him nudging you, trying to make you laugh, taking your hand in his and playing with your fingers, joking with you like that until you giggle.

🍀 "You shouldn't stay with him you know, if he's making you so upset, you shouldn't be with people who make you miserable.." him giving you the final bit of encouragement and support to finally break it off with this lad who's done nothing but break your heart for weeks now. "I know Bon but, its hard... Everyone knows everyone and people are gonna talk im just, scared of what the other lasses will think of me you know.. Everyone will think I'm a bitch if I..." "Fuck em," "Wh.." "You heard me right little dove, fuck em, don't you worry about what anyone thinks of ye, cause I think the world of ye and that should be enough..."

🍀 You just blushing, not knowing what to say to him, about to protest when he cuts you off, "No buts little dove, don't let other peoples gossiping force you to stay miserable..." "if ye wanna leave him leave him, I'll be here for ye every step, won't leave your side I promise.."

🍀 And he doesn't. There is drama, people do gossip just like you feared, but whenever anyone aporoaches you, whenever the other teenage girls get bitchy around the fires, Bonnie will shoot them down with a well timed "joke" and if ever the lads say anything, call you a slut or insult you, or try to ask if they can "have a turn with ye next," Bonnie all but threatens them with the blade or his fists and they know not to push their luck.

🍀When your ex spreads a nasty rumour about you it spreads like wild fire snd bonnie finds you once again, sobbing your wee heart out. This time he doesnt just offer to hit your ex. "Y'know am a peaky boy now, I've assassinated people... sure no one would mind if he just, yknow... Got lost in the woods one day..."

🍀 You think he's joking but Bonnie adores you and he would actually kill for you if you asked.

🍀 He knows you're still hurting, that your hesrts broken and you feel all torn up inside, and he doesn't want you to feel alone, so in the evenings he'll come and sit with you around the fire. If ever he sees you on your own he'll make a reason to go and sit with you, often helping you with whatever task you're busy with.

🍀 He'll invite you to his fights, invite you to come and watch him training, just so he knows you wont be left alone whilst he's away, and also perhaps because hes secretly hoping to impress you and win your heart.

🍀Little does he know, he already has. You just don't believe someone as loving and devoted as him could ever see you in that way.

🍀Until another rumour gets spread around the camp, that you and Bonnie have been shagging in the woods, that you were cheating on your ex with Bonnie all along. That you're nothing but a nasty whore...

🍀When Bonnie hears the rumour he doesnt even ask you, he just marches straight up to the lad, grabs him by the scruff of his collar and threatens to knock his lights out "if you ever so much as mention my girls name ever again..." You're blushing not because of anything to do with your ex but because he called you his girl.

🍀Later when you're alone you ask if he meant it. "Meant what?" "Am i really your girl?" "Aye little dove, if I'd had it my way you'd have been my girl from the very beginning..."

Isaiah

🐀Hes astounded the daft bastard actually broke up with you... How could anyone have you and throw you away like that?

🐀Isaiah has always thought you were fucking hot, the sexiest woman in small heath and when you drag him out for "heartbreak drinks" to get pissed and drink away the heartbreak of having been dumped for a "more experienced" woman, his jaw hits the floor.

🐀Of course he'll go out drinking with you all night... A) if he doesn't you'll only invite Michael and Michael just isnt as good at looking out for you as Isaiah would like. B) fuck no, hes not passing up the evening to spend the whole night in your company. Even if you and Isaiah are only best mates, he still fancies you and theres no way he'd let someone else have all the fun with you.

🐀He'll go out drinking and dancing, he'll buy you whatever you like, he'll dance with you even when he doesnt like the song, he'll go along with your every whim humouring you for the whole evening because he just wants to keep you happy.

🐀And when curiosity gets the better of him he asks you what your ex meant by "inexperienced" and you'll blush and get shy. You're still a virgin and your ex said you were too awkward and shy, that it was embarassing at your age... You get embarassed telling him about it but Isaiah just listens and nods along.

🐀When you dance he holds you by your hips and presses his body against yours, when youre sitting together at the table he lets his hand smooth over your thigh.

🐀At the end of the night he walks you home and when you invite him inside he thinks twice but you insist.

🐀Then you ask him something which makes his jaw hit the floor for thr third time that evening. "Siah?" "Yeah love?" "Will you teach me.." "Teach you what love?" "Y'know... How to fuck an all that..."

🐀His brain is screaming at him to say yes and throw you onto the bed there and then but he wants to be sure its what you wants. However when he tries to be chivalrous you insist, "Please Siah, you're me best mate and. And..."

🐀Thats when he gets cocky, he can see youre blushing and he smirks. Steps closer to you. Teasing you as he leans in and talks into your ear. "And what love?"

🐀Your voice is quiet and mousy when you speak but you manage to get the words out none the less and once you say it he's picked you up off your feet, fingers clutching at your thighs as he carries you to bed. "I dont know do I, I've always yknow... Always thought you were really... Really attractive.. I guess?"

🐀He'll tease you so much the next morning but he'll take such good care of you, he'll also be sure to ask if you'd like anymore lessons...

🐀He'll also give you such daft and embarassing pep talks. "Don't let one stupid bastards opinion of you make you feel rotten darlin, you're the most beautiful girl in Birmingham, he just doesn't know gold from shit..." "And remember love, you're with the peaky fuckin blinders, that gits not gonna get away with breaking a peaky girls heart..."

🍀 Your ex is just stood there stupidly, watching you and Bonnie with a gormless expression and when Bonnie looks up and sees him just watching and smirking it sets a rage inside him that surprises him a little bit.

Michael

☘️ He never liked your boyfriend, never. He didn't understand what you saw in him, he always thought he was a total waste of your time and he didn't make much of a secret of those opinions.

☘️ "If you ask me love you could do better than that two bob halfwit anyway..." he's always telling you you're too good for the lousy git and the more he says it the more you're inclined to believe him.

☘️ Because you've always known exactly why he says things like that to you... He's jealous and you both know it. Desperately jealous. He hates your boyfriends guts because your boyfriend is the only thing standing between you and Michael.

☘️ When you were still in a relationship with the "halfwit" Michael would take any opportunity to flirt with you, to trap you in dark corners so that he could whisper temptations to you, he was always sharing knowing looks with you, lingering with his hands on you for too long... The tension and chemistry between you was thick enough to cut with a knife and everybody knew there was something going on between the two of you... That even if you weren't an item yet you would be soon.

☘️ So when your boyfriend breaks up with you you aren't even really surprised. "You're jealous really? Of michael fucking gray? God thats pathetic..." you get angry with your ex, idignant because you're in denial. You tell him theres nothing in the rumours he's heard but he's not as halfwitted as Michael seems to think he is because he's got your relationship with the Peaky Boy sussed.

☘️ When you go to Michael and tell him about it you're pissed off, bitching about "how could he even think that? Its fucking rude, accusing me of cheating when I've never done anything wrong!" and Michael just chuckles and smirks and looks at you with one brow cocked waiting for you to realise the way hes looking at you.

☘️ "What?" You're all hands on hips and irate and he finds that all the more amusing, "What Michael? What are you looking at me like that for? What is it?"

☘️ "You can't seriously believe all that?" he said stepping forward, one hand on your hip, still smirking at you, its infuriating the way hes smirking at you but when he holds your gaze you can't look away. "You really think he's crazy? Making things up? You really believe theres nothing here between us? You think you're innocent in all this?" his voice is thick with desire for you and you can feel the tension bristling.

☘️ You'll have forgotten your broken heart and your even your temper will have been quelled in ten minutes time when he's fucking you on his desk, making you feel all the things your ex never could.

☘️ But natutally, to save face, and to make you feel a little less wounded after experiencing such a rejection, Michael will make sure your ex pays for humiliating you and spreading unfavourable rumours about you. Even if theres no denying that those rumours were built on truth.

☘️ "He was never good enough for you anyway darlin, a beautiful and intelligent girl like you needs more than just muscle and a pretty face..." "Like you you mean?" "See, you're smarter than even I gave you credit for..."

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hey bestie, I had a pretty shit day and wanted to request some fluff with Gavi comforting you when you get a grade you’re not satisfied with even tho you studied hard.(so you come home crying) I can’t take shit like this well so I need some type of comfort scenario. Thank you💗

Ay, hun😣 I'm not really good with comfort words but if you ever need to rant, I'm here🌻 and those stuff happen, if you got a bad grade let me remind you it is just one and that doesn't define how intelligent you are and you are allowed to feel disappointed because of it, but you'll have more and more exams, essays and everything else to smash it. If you had a bad day in general, let me just tell you that you can cry and feel sad about it today but have present each day passing will get better and better, you may have downs but you will also have ups!💖

I truly hope you like this (Let me know what you think) and hopefully this brings your mood up a bit, sorry if there's any kind of mistakes or misspelled words🥴

Don't Worry, I've Got You -P.G

Summary: Whenever you're sad or having a shit day, your boyfriend is always there to help you

Your day was going the best as it could ever be, you had a lovely morning with your boyfriend, both of you laying in between the sheets, lazy, sharing the love you have for each other; he had a day off but you didn't.

With all the heaviness in the world you left your boyfriend at home meanwhile you were on your way to go to Uni, the first two hours were good until you were headed towards Digital Circuits, all of your mates and you had been axious because of the past exam you made, no one was confident at all but you.

You have studied for that exam (seeing as it was a 35% of your final note) four days before the exam, you knew the entire unit up and down, the beggining to the end and viceversa. You were feeling nervous and axious for your grade, you wanted to see all the work you putted into it, got its reward.

"Y/L/N" Your professor called as you headed up to grab your exam "I don't know what happened to you, it's a shame, hopefully next one will be better" He said softly giving you a pity look, you grabbed your exam, stomach in a knot and softly looked down to see the big 16% all over it.

You slowly passed towards your seat, your group of friends slowly reassuring everything would be fine and that it was only one exam. You shook your head softly.

"C'mon, Y/N/N. You're one of the first five best in the whole curse. One exam doesn't-"

"I know it doesn't" You cut your friend off harshly "I wanted it tho"

And with that you didn't spoke another word until the professor let you guys leave.

You still had two classes left but you didn't want to see a single one of them. your mood ruined.

You managed to not let a single tear out when you were driving, once you pulled into the driveway of your shared apartment with Pablo, your eyes couldn't hold it any longer and you started to cry

With the need of being in bed, mostly in Pablo's arms, watching a movie and just letting everything out, you entered the apartment as quickly as you could

"¿Preciosa?" You heard his voice but you brushed past him going straight to your shared bedroom "¡Hey!"

You took off your pants, your hoodie, t-shirt being left in underwear you got into the covers and pulled them over your head, soon you felt the bed dip and the covers being pulled.

Next thing you know, strong arms are wrapped around your frame as you let it all out

"Sh" Pablo softly shushed your cries, kissing your neck, you felt your pillow being pull over and soon you saw Pablo's face underneath it as well "Hey" He said whispering

"Hey" You managed to say it back

"What's up? Why are you crying?" You shook your head making his eyebrows go up in a cute way "Please, don't say it's nothing" He whispered as his hold on your waist tightened, one of your hands went to his cheek

"Don't worry about it"

"Yeah, no" He shook his head "We're a team. I tell you my problems and you tell me yours, that's how this works" You wanted to smile at his words but were too busy thinking of your failure to care about anything else "I can't pretend it doesn't worry me when you left Uni like two hours and half earlier, came home straight away undressing yourself and crying into your pillow" You sighed as he moved one hand from your waist to dry your tears "Who's ass I need to kick?"

"Mine" You mumbled

"What?"

"I failed, Pablito" You shook your head "I estudied hard, I learned everything, I was confident about that exam, I spend four days getting all the words, equations, calculations, punts... Everything" You broke down again "And all I could get was a fucking 16%" His eyebrows softened knowing already what the problem was

"Mi niña"

"I couldn't get it right" You cried into him "He even said that he was surprised to see that kind of thing from me! I don't know what happened to me, I'm a failure!"

"Hey, no, no" Pablo quickly shook his head and got you out of your little shelter, you groaned wanting to go back at it but Pablo didn't let you "I'm sorry but no" He said seriously "You're not a failure" He shook his head "You're human and it's okay to make mistakes sometimes... Yes, you worked hard on it... But maybe that's the grade what you had to get" You groaned "Babe, don't stress too much about this. I know you like to get good grades but these stuffs always happen. This is a push for you to do better next time" You nod lightly "I know you'll do better and better each time passing, because you are you... And you're a wonderful girl who always sees the bright side and takes all that negativity and constructive criticism to be better"

"The fact that the guys who didn't study actually got 32%, 34% makes me even angrier" Pablo hummed

"Even I would be" He agreeded "But like I said, don't stress too much about it, baby. You'll get forehead lines and I'm the only allowed to have those in this relationship" You laughed a little "Yes, that's the smile I was waiting to see"

"Come here" You whispered grabbing his neck and pulling him into you so you could kiss him "I love you" He smiled

"I love you more, mi niña" He kissed you once more "Now... How about we get into the shower? Get the rid of all Uni germs? And refresh?"

"You trying to softly tell me that I stink or that I look ugly?"

"Well your face...Neh" He made a face moving his head from side to side "And about the stinky thing... Let's see" He grabbed your arm pulling it up and buried himself into your armpit. You jolted in surprise pulling him away

"Pablo Martín Páez!"

"That's me" He smiled "It isn't that bad, it's starting to get a little stinky not that much but still" You gasped once more in surprise and flicked him

"Bastard"

He smiled suddenly getting on top of you, he grabbed your face and pressed your cheeks together a bit kissing your lips repeatedly "Your face is the prettiest face I've ever seen, you're absolutely gorgeous inside and out. And even if you smell bad, which you never do by the way, I would love it because I'm head over heels for you" You smiled hugging him "I just want to take the stress away with a little bath, make you some lunch, watch some movies and treat you like the princess you are"

"You can't cook to save your life"

"But I have your mom and my mom to help me out. I also have their numbers, good wifi and Facetime" He smiled as you giggled

"Will you join me in the bath?"

"You want me to?" You nod "Then I'll be there" He got up as you groaned "I'll be back, I swear, let me make run the bath"

"Less than five minutes I want you back here" He did a militar greeting and went to the bath.

And just like he said he didn't took more than a few minutes to be back, this time shirtless, only with his Barcelona shorts and his phone on his hands

"I just talked with our moms, they'll call me in thirty minutes exact, the water's warm and I pulled your favorite scent in it so you can fully relax" He said going into his part of the closet to pull one of his joggers out and one of of his hoodies that now was yours "I'm taking this to the dryer so when you come out they'll also be warm. I'll set your favorite movies and I'll make you some lunch" He got closer to you kissing your lips "How does that sound?" You smiled kissing him

That was the answer he needed to confirm you were agree.

He lifted you up and took you to the bathroom were both of you undressed and got inside, just with feeling the warm water hit your body you could feel the stress pass, the fact your boyfriend's hands were also doing a wonderful job on your neck, arms, back, middle, thighs and come back up was also very relaxing. After a long while on the bath, you guys goofying around, making the other laugh, gossip around about the juicy's stories of your friends, you learned at Uni and stuffs made you forget what were you crying about.

When the water got cold, you got out, Pablo helping you dress in his clothes, he also helped you untangle your hair, dried it and put it in a messy bun.

You both came into the kitchen and your mom called your boyfriend

"¡Hijo! ¿Una sorpresa para Y/N?" (Babyboy! A surprise for Y/N), you watched how Pablo shook his head

"Bad day and I'm cheering her up" He kissed your cheek as your cheeks turned crisom

"Hi mommy" You said softly smiling at her

"¡Ay mi niña preciosa!" (Ow, my beautiful baby girl!) "Don't you worry, momma's here to teach your boyfriend how to do her pasticho at perfection!" You smiled nodding "Gavi, get four-five eggplants, garlic, ground meat, seasonings, ketchup, cheese and bacon. We'll do this right"

His mom also called him to do the dessert. You loved Belén's Torta Inglesa de Carmona, filled with chocolate. You spent laughing thanks to Belén's and your mom's jokes about how you wanted to help him but he didn't let you.

After bidding goodbye to the two woman, you were left to eat and see the movies

"Amor" You said surprised letting go of the spoonful full of pasticho that was going halfway into your mouth, watching him settle in the couch and waiting for you to sit net to him

"What?"

"Are you really going to watch with me the Tinkerbell movie series?" He nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Of course" He patted the space next to you "C'mere, I don't like Vidia that much in the first two movies but she's managing her way to my liking after helping Tinkerbell and let herself be helped in the third one" He says munching a piece of his pasticho portion "Silvermist tho, I've always loved her, she's so cool, never liked the way Rosetta talks-"

"I love you" You cut him off "Thank you for always being there for me" He smiles shaking his head, you smiled and took a seat next to your boyfriend,

"No need to thank me, mi niña. I'm always going to be here for you, I never want to see you sad" He kisses your cheek leaving this one with a sauce stain as you laughed "Te quiero"

Bad days, bad grades, bad moments could come and go every single time and you'll face them because you know that if you have your boyfriend, Pablo, by your side, you'll never be alone, you'll always have someone that makes you feel stronger and you'll have someone to make you see the bright side of all of the things.

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Tag list: @gaviypedrisbride

[tarjapearce]

Hii! So here it is the one shot thing i was talking about. Took longer than i expected cause i was at work most of the time. It's also longer than what i intended but i wanted to flesh it out as much as possible. I wanted also to add smut but I'm really bad at writing it so i thought better save myself the embarrassment😅. Anywho i hope you enjoy and hopefully it's not terrible 🙈

Miguel has been working very hard in cherry baby's dad's ranch and it's starting to get to him. The stress, the heat, the exhaustion at the end of the day and so on. The only thing that's been giving him strength is his special girl. She's been busy herself lately but still tries to see Miguel as much as she can. Not enough for him though and that makes him as grumpy as can be. Cherry baby notices this so she goes to talk with him about it. His sour mood however has gotten so bad that even cherry baby can't fix it. She tries to be her sweet self but he's just being an ass.

"Hii!" cherry says with lilt in her voice when she approaches the barn.

"Hey." is all she gets in return from a Miguel looking at his board and writing something on it.

This takes cherry a bit off guard so she gets closer to him.

"Whatcha doin?" she asks sweetly, swinging back and fort on her feet.

"Work." replies Miguel, again not even looking at her.

This really starts to bother cherry baby so she confronts him.

"Okay what's going on? Why are you acting as if I'm not even here? Are you mad at me or something?"

"What? No, I'm just busy. Why do i have to be mad at you? I just have work to do." Miguel snaps.

Cherry looks up at him taken aback and she feels her eyes getting wet the more she stays.

"Fine. Do your work. Sorry i bothered you." she says and leaves the barn with not a single apology from Miguel.

That day cherry was in a shitty mood as well and her parents and everyone else who worked at the ranch could see it. This went on until evening. Cherry baby barely ate her dinner and her both her parents took notice. After dinner her mother went to her daughters room to check up on her

"Mija? Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, mama." cherry says, laying in bed with her back to the door of her room.

"Something is bothering you, i can tell." her mother pushes on

"No nothing is wrong, I'm fine. Please just leave me alone." cherry baby insists.

"Do you think I'm stupid? How can i leave my daughter, knowing she's upset about something?" she says walking towards her daughters bed.

"It's really nothing, mama. Everything's fine."

Cherry baby's mom looks at her quizzingly

"Does it have something to do with the ranch boy?"

Cherry's eyes widen a bit and she quickly goes to say

"No! No it doesn't! Can you please leave me alone, mama. I'm okay, please!"

Cherry's mom sighs

"Well okay then. If you want to talk about it you know where i am." she says and goes to hug her sweet daughter.

"However if it has anything to do with that ogre-"

"Mama!"

"Don't "mama" me, young lady! Ay dios mio, you have such better options than him. Why not give those guys a chance? At least flirt with them a little. Who knows maybe you'll like them better than that animal! " she says walking to the door

"It's not about him, okay?" cherry says thinking to herself "it's totally about him"

"Yeah yeah. Don't forget to pray tonight. Maybe God will knock some sense into you" she said as she left the room.

That night cherry baby did pray and as she was going to bed, God did knock some sense into her. She decided to listen her mom for once.

The next day cherry baby was getting ready to go out into the ranch. She put her new white dress (the one i showed you, if you remember👀) her little brown cowboy hat and boots. She went out and headed to where the horses were. Of course Miguel was there. Seeing her in this new dress his eyes almost did pop out doing a double take. Cherry took notice of his reaction however she only gave him a side eye and went to take care of Luis. Miguel is looking at her like a hawk. Every curve of her body, every step, every sway of her hips. He was shamelessly staring. Cherry bent down to get something which revealed the upper part of her thighs, almost revealing her underwear and butt. At that Miguel bit his fist as hard as he could. When she got up, cherry baby turned to him

"Can I help you?" she asked with a raised brow

"What are you trying to do?" he said

"What am i trying to do?" cherry inquired.

"Oh, give me a break. If you're trying to get my attention, you just had to say so." he says as he walks towards her.

As he's just about to caress her face, cherry moves her face away from his hand and continues tending to Luis.

It's Miguel's turn to be taken aback.

"Whats going on?" he questions

"Nothing. Just taking care of my horse" Cherry says monotonously not even looking at Miguel.

"Whats with the attitude today, carino?"

"What attitude, Miguel? I'm just tending to my horse." she says as she finishes up with Luis and walks away.

The rest of the day cherry baby had been her usual self except with Miguel. She was even a little flirty with some of the other ranch boys, especially the ones that Miguel is mentoring. To say he was furious would be putting it extremely lightly. And he had had enough.

It was already the afternoon. While cherry baby was talking with the boys, Miguel approached them and gave each of them some kind of errand so they can leave her alone with him. With a stern look, Miguel spoke and cherry baby just looked at him unamused.

"I hope you had your fun today." he said crossing his arms.

"I did actually, no thanks to you." she spoke as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.

"Are you done being a brat?" he asked her

"Are you done being a bitch?" she retorted

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." she spoke at him again with an unamused face.

This made Miguel's blood boil. As cherry baby was about to leave, a slight smirk on her face, Miguel grabs her by the back of her neck and directed her to the barn. Cherry baby tries to pry his hand open but she is no match for Miguel's strong grip. He throws her inside the barn and she stumbles forward, falling to the ground

"Are you insane?! What's your problem?! I thought you didn't want me around you anymore! What gives you the right to treat me like horse poop one day and act like everything's fine the other, huh?" she snapped at him from where she was on the ground, hay from the horses all over her.

"Is this what this was all about? This whole attitude and ignoring me is because of yesterday?" Miguel smirked and started approaching her.

"Not only. The last few days you've been treating me like a fly on the wall. Barely acknowledging me. Plus you're always grumpy and sour lately. I should be the one asking you what's going on!" she spoke, her eyes getting wet and voice cracking half way.

"Carino, I've been stressed. Work has been piling up lately. Your dad is trying to make soms renovations to the barn and everything goes through me. I'm sorry I've been in a bad mood lately. Let me make it up to you." he says approaching cherry on the ground and reach out a hand to caress her face.

"And why didn't you just tell me instead of acting like an ass?" she said with hurt in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, querida. Truly I want to make it up to you."

"You should've thought about that sooner."

She said as she was getting up.

Before she could though, Miguel snakes his hand behind her head and grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her down by the hair. She yelps and goes to grab his hand. Her eyes were already wet, the pull was enough to make the tears fall from her eyes.

"You're awful" she said looking right into his eyes.

"Aww you're gonna hurt my feelings" Miguel teased with a mischievous grin.

"You're my girl and i want to show you how much i love you" he said as he stood up still holding cherry baby by the hair.

"Are you gonna be a behave now?" he asked her teasingly.

Cherry baby only nodded and he let go of her hair and puts his hands on her hips. Cherry isn't satisfied with his apology though so she decides to mess with him more. She grabs him by the balls and squeezes.

"You gotta catch me first" she whispers to his face as he makes a grimace.

Cherry baby let's go of him and makes a run for it. However Miguel's reflexes are very fast and catches her by the hair once again, dragging her back.

"I was thinking of going easy on you but by the looks of it you rather have it the hard way" he says as he pulled her back to his chest, holding the back of her hair in a vice like grip. Miguel started walking towards his room as he pushed cherry baby in front of him, hand still in her hair and his grip only getting tighter. Cherry tried to pry his finger from her hair, her little whimpers and welps filling the barn. Once they reach his room, Miguel opened the door and threw cherry baby to the floor. He was on her before she could say anything. That night cherry learned why she shouldn't play with fire, especially if that fire is Miguel O'Hara.

He can burn me all he wants 🤭❤️. LOVED this!!!! Thanks for sharing your ideas with me 🥹🫶🏻.

[lvlyghost]

Salvation

Pairings: John Price x F!Reader

Summary: after a few months since his last visit, john finally gets the chance to see the girl.

Word Count: 1.7k

tw: fluff, angst, allusion to human trafficking, NCA, terrified girls. nothing too descriptive. bad english and poor grammar as usual. if i missed anything just lmk💕

A/N: so this took a little longer since it was supposed to come out during the weekend. i was planning on making it longer but didn't, maybe a second part could happen🐸 anyway, i love price✨🩵!

Masterlist✨ | Part 2

She hears it while cooking her homemade cherry pie. As far as she recalls, no one was supposed to come today. No. Officer Davis came that morning at eight o'clock like he always did. He had handed her some new books she's been wanting to read for a few months now and was kind enough to buy for her.

Since she wasn't allowed to give her address to anyone,and let alone type it on some random website, she was always asking officer Davis for favors. He was truly an amazing man. Although, even if they ever let her do such thing, giver her some freedom, who would want to go to the house in the middle of the forest to drop off a package?

Freedom. She scoffs. Such a strange word.

Making her way out of the room she walks towards the front door, but not before taking the remote that was given to her by the NCA. All it takes is pressing the red button twice and she'll have the whole police in her doorway. She stands behind the white wooden door, hesitating. Her heart begins to race, feeling it beat against her ribcage.

What if someone had finally found her location?

I can't go back there.

Frozen in her place, hand barely touching the doorknob and tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

"It's me, sweetheart." A deep voice comes from the other side. "It's okay. I'm sorry for not coming sooner."

John.

She mumbles his name, like a prayer, and then opens the door.

He stands there, tall and broad. The same baby blues that saved her a year ago looking back at her. The lines on his forehead soften at the mere sight of the girl. He's wearing that black beanie that once sat atop of her head when the winter had begun that first time he visited her here.

The only other one that knew where to find her. Because she knew, they all knew, he'd do anything for her.

-

John can hear the river outside the old house. The rustling of leaves moving against the wind, soon it'll be dark. The humid weather making his green shirt stick to his skin layered with sweat. He inhales deeply. This mission. This fucking mission has been going far too long. But everything they found les the task force to this very place. He goes room by room, entering with his gun aiming ahead and the safety off. Always.

Despite not having execute authority he wanted nothing more than to put several bullets in their bodies. Whomever they were.

A creak echoes on the second floor so he rushes upstairs stealthily. The place above doesn't look much better that the bottom part of the house. There's a weird smell in the air. Like blood and death.

After checking the first room, the bathroom and all the cabinets just in case he sighs.

"Only got one room left to check. Anything out there?" He waits for an answer, in the middle of the bedroom. The mattress was torn and dirty. He thinks of all the atrocities that must've taken place there.

"Negative, Captain. Got you on my sight just in case." Ghost's monotone voice interrupts the eerie silence engulfing his surroundings.

"Copy."

The radio dies and John walks to the next door across the hallway. Except it's locked.

Of course.

"Last door locked. I'm going in. Gaz, Soap you're in position?" He asks

"Aye sir. Both ready."

Next thing that happens is a bullet. He shoots the doorknob and the door bursts open with a loud sound of his firearm.

And screams.

Terrified screams and cries from... girls. At least seven of them. Price swallows hard, his eyes scanning the room when they land on the girl shielding a younger one. She's terrified, shaking, yet still looks him in the eye imploring to be saved.

-

She's hugging him in an instant, almost making him stumble back on his steps, but embraces her body nevertheless.

"What took you so long?" She asks, her face resting on his hard chest. Price can feel the softness of her skin against his calloused hands.

"Special Ops." She smells like strawberry and caramels. Pulling away so he can look her in the eyes. "How're you doin' love?"

Her heart skips a beat. Never gets tired of hearing Price calling her that.

"Come in and I'll tell you."

Taking his hand she guides him to the kitchen where the pie is almost finished. John drops his duffel bag on the wooden floor, contemplating her small form moving around effortlessly.

"I got some new books this morning. Turns out I've been missing a lot. Davis was kind enough to bring them since... you know." She shrugs.

"They're still not letting you out?" He asks with a serious tone.

"Nah. Might be dangerous." Taking out the pie from the oven she places it on the counter between the two. Price doesn't say anything for a moment, merely looking at her, pondering. "The boys are alright?"

"Yeah." He nods,"Had to drag one or two out of a burning building but that's not new."

She laughs softly, taking a seat, motioning for him to do the same. He obliges.

"How long do you think they'll keep me here, John?" It's a genuine question. It's only been a few months. A year, almost.

"Love..." he sighs. "It's complicated. I don't know much."

"Yeah but, but once they're all captured..." she stammered.

Price could never say he understands what she's going through. What she endured was beyond him. Whenever he thought of it it just made him want burn the fucking bastards. All of them.

"I promise you this. Once it's safe for you I'll personally come and give you the news. And we'll go wherever you desire, yeah?" Although it's not entirely what she wanted, she could wait a little bit longer. John had never let her down. He saved her and in all honesty she'd trust him with her life. "I'll tell you what." He stands up, making the small kitchen look even smaller with his tall form. "Have you heard about the town fair?"

Her eyes light up.

"No... is, is that..."

"Let's go." She doesn't move. "Why don't you go get ready."

"John, I'm not supposed to leave the house you know that, I mean I want to, but... you said..." She's mortified, yet excited. A breath of fresh air. That's what that man meant for her. No one ever cared about her like he did.

"I've got contacts, love. I don't need their permission. For all that matters you're safer with me. Come on, out we go." He points to the front door. "I'm a patient man but don't keep me waiting for too long eh."

-

He was right.

It was a sight to behold.

John watches her eating the snack he got for her. She loved sweets so much therefore he couldn't let this opportunity pass. When was the last time she got to experience something like this? Sometimes so simple.

Something so mundane.

Her eyes are glimmering whenever she looks at the different attractions at the fair. John takes a long drink from his beer bottle. Right hand finding her lower back whenever she's about to bump into some other person when she's distracted.

"You like it huh?" She looks at him confused. He points the stuffed otter in her left hand. A smile crossed her features.

"I do. And I still don't know how you did it... I mean, I guess being in the military does help when you try to shoot a moving horse toy at the fair to win something." She laughs, embarrassed about what she just said. She thinks she sounds stupid, almost making her want to hit her head against the nearest tree.

He smiles, the wrinkles on the corner of his eyes more prominent than the last time she'd seen him.

"I guess it does, love." He agrees wholeheartedly.

"How long are you going to stay?"

Price looks down at her when she stops before the ferris wheel. The wind blows her hair swiftly. What was that in the air? Her perfume?

"For as long as I can, dear." He takes a strand of hair in his hand, and gently put it behind her ear.

There she is.

"John..." she breathes. "I feel so lonely when you're gone." The grip on the stuffed animal tightens. "I've no one. If it wasn't for you..."

"No." He gently reprimands her. "Don't say another word. With or without me you'll be fine, love."

"What if I don't want to be fine when you're not around?" He's silent, yet his mind is so loud. "You saved me, John." She states. "Any other person would just continue with their lives. You were just doing your job. Another one in the endless missions you're assigned." Swallowing, she asks: "Why are you still here? Why do you keep coming back?"

He doesn't answer the question right away, instead looks over her head, lost in his own thoughts as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. He then clears his throat and looks back at her, who's waiting with wide eyes and lips slightly parted. She was right. Any other day John would've turned page. He would sure remember, after all these are stories that will stick with him until his last day. What made this mission different?

"I think you know bloody well why."

-

Price helps her sit inside the helicopter to get medical attention. Feeling her weak body trembling even under the black blanket she was tightly wrapped in. He had carried her body all the way outside from that house when she collapsed. The adrenaline running through her system disappearing when she realized they were being rescued at last.

Simon had side eyed his Captain when he didn't let anyone take the girl from him. Why her? He couldn't say. So he went away and led one of the other girls out of there instead with Soap's help.

"There's nothing to be afraid anymore, kid." He reassured her, voice soft trying not to startle her more than she already was. "We got you. All of you."

Her big eyes once terrified and filled with tears of despair finally saw the light at the end. It was him. What she always prayed for. Salvation.

It was staring back at her.

[mofffun]

King-Ohger Character Song memo

link to streaming

Gira - Kind King

oooh rock! something Taisei himself likes? (Masashi mentioned they quickly became friends because they have football and rock bands in common)

the opening electric tunes is a consistent Dug motif

His voice is SO cute and the mismatch with the instrumetns XD

I like 'i gotta we gotta' part. catchy kinda slogan-y like self pep talk

Gira will stand up to unjustice and do it himself, but with the bonds with his friends too 😭😭

the longer I listen to it the less it sounds like Taisei?? and closer to sports anime freshman protag. I look forward to listening its live version.

Overall the song is very motivating and cheerful, let's just say it does sound like something Gira could write himself.

there's no beating INFERNO, but the lyrics is direct and cute, very fitting for Gira's character.

You get the chara song is how the character wants to express themselves and the image song is who they are from an outside perspective.

Yanma - Teppen Online

hmmm I'm surprised by the chorus? (+ve)

musically I don't find much surprise with this one but I like the chorus. Try & Fight and I'm still alive were just too impactful.

no wait it sounds like the most we learn about Prez?

In the lyrics he said, "some things don't need to be said (out loud)" and yeah, he's a bit shy in expressing affection huh? Or say, he believes in action more than words and he's the traditional manly type that's like, "hing1 dai6, sum ziu3 lah"

Himeno - Golden Garden

the "I wish" song in musicals

That's Erica's voice???

'K I can see the second verse as Hime singing to Rita.

ah no bridge (I think none of them have bridge? :(

A very beautiful song. Gives me a 2000s shojo amime ED vibe.

Rita - Moffun's Song

Yeah no, I don't like Rita's stuck being a Moffun fan in their character song. Can't say I'm more impressed by the full version as a Yuzuki fan either

The short version impressed me by showing Yuzuki's range in just under a minute. The high note is moved to the very end of the song from verse 2

Some rationalize it as Rita themself choosing to use this version to represent themself and I can see the reasoning behind Rita's caring interior should've be apparent by now and you have the contrast with Ignorantia but UGH I want the Chief Justice actually singing about their struggle and duty and YOU KNOW MAYBE TOUCH ON THEIR CONNECTION WITH GOKKAN????? IN HIRAKAWA'S LOW IKEMEN VOICE???

On the other hand did we ever get an explanation of why Rita likes Moffun in the first place? We know it's not some tragic backstory and honestly, they could've like it simply because it's cute. And yes, I can infer why someone like Rita would like something like Moffun but hnnnnn it's not canon

but another contradiction I'm facing is actually I was glad to see an adult character who's not afraid of showing their otaku passionate side, but Rita's not fully committed to that...

Kaguragi - 仰天珍道中

hohoho I so look forward to Kaku-san's singing.

oh my god that's really good???

i can see him on a showa TV show in a white suit

this is gonna be a brainworm

it's much faster than I expected too.

there's lore in this lyrics… (looks up japanese dictionary)

Jeramie - 線上のTrickster

Masashi's in the "singing voice close to speaking voice" group.

Jeramie, you're not beating the Noel allegations

has some early 2000s J-rock vibes I guess?

It's not a bad song ay any rate but again (like the perfume) doesn't feel very Jeramie to me?? Maybe I've been paying too little attention to him my interpretation deviation from official's for the second time?

(I like The Prophet better but maybe this will warm up to me)