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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years

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Betty//tell me something nice, like flowers and blue skies

Request: Can I request a Reader/Betty with the song I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend by Girl In Red, maybe reader pines over Betty how she pines over Archie

hey! before i ramble trigger warning: i don’t really know how to describe it, so there’s like a nightmare bit and people aren’t really nice about the reader being gay, so if that upsets you don’t read. anyway! it’s loving women hours (when is it not?) as i’m writing this its october, so it’s officially girl in red season! happy holidays gays!

Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews and Y/n L/l/n. The three musketeers of Riverdale. Wherever one of them went, the other two followed.

You have lived next door to each other, since before any of you were even born. Your moms went to baby classes together, your dads let you play in the back yard while the three of them enjoyed a beer. There was never a day that at least two of you weren’t together.

Every birthday party was spent showing presents off and eating far too much cake. And every weekend sleepover was spent giggling way into the night and eating junk food, only to be told off by one of your moms. You would plan countless pranks that Polly would always be on the receiving end of, and then when the three of you were inevitably grounded for ruining another thing of hers, you’d hang out of your bedroom windows to wave at each other.

As the three of you grew older, your parents thought you would grow apart. All three of you developed new interests and personalities, but despite everything you stuck together. Promising to go through High School by each others side.

But then disaster struck. Hormones got the better of one of you and suddenly Betty was pining over Archie. Which was bad news for all three of you.

Because while Archie was all Betty wanted, he wanted everybody but her. He even tried it on with you once, it ended awfully and you both vowed never to speak of it ever again.

You don’t know how many hours you’ve spent sat on her bed while she watched Archie from her bedroom window, despite you telling her how creepy it is.

At first it was kind of boring. You just watched her, watch him and then you’d listen to her mope, tell her he’ll realize soon and then go home. But then it stopped being boring and something shifted. You found it more hurtful?

Like whenever she would talk about him in that lovestruck tone, it felt like your something twisting your lungs. You found yourself stuttering over your words when she talked to you. Your cheeks would heat up whenever she was in close proximity of you, and if she touched you, even if it was just a light graze of her fingers over your own, your mind would go blank and busy all at once.

You found yourself sneaking glances at her whenever she wasn’t looking, or trying your hardest to make her laugh, even if it meant making yourself look like an idiot. She was the last thing you thought of when you went to sleep, the first thing you thought of when you woke up and she was every other thought in between.

The littlest of interactions between you had you overthinking. What did that smile mean? Why did she ask just you to hang out and not Archie too? Is she trying to tell you something? Was that goodbye wave just a goodbye wave or was it something else? And that goodnight text? Was there a tone to it?

It was only when she rang you at 2am to ask you what you thought Archie meant by ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’, did you realize.

You’d fallen for your very straight best friend.

fuck

Nobody knew you were into girls. Not even you were aware of it until her.

Until she made you look forward to going to school because that meant you’d get to see her. Until she made you feel like the most important girl in the world when she smiled at you. Until she made butterflies swarm in your stomach whenever she so much as looked at you.

But she always talked to Archie before you first thing in the morning. She always smiled brighter at Archie, and she always looked away far too soon.

Even if had beed years since she’s first fallen for him and she’s dated Jughead in between. You could tell there was still something there between them.

Just look at me the same

Riverdale is a small town, people talk and people judge. So for now, you’ll stay in the very comfy closet your in.

You’re graduating soon so you just have to keep in a secret for another four months. That’s totally do-able.

But then again you and Betty have applied for the same college’s so who knows what going to happen then. Maybe you’ll find a girl there that you’ll fall for.

But there’s nobody like Betty Cooper.

There never was and there never will be.

She’s the only good thing to come out of this place. Even after everything she’s been through, they’re usually things you’ve also been dragged into by either her or Archie, but she always comes out the other side stronger.

She’s a force to be reckoned with.

She’s wonderful.

If you tell people that you were into woman, then there’s a chance that Betty might find out you like her and you definitely don’t want that.

So you’ll continue secretly pining and looking way too much into things.

You’ll continue to listen to her talk about Archie or Jughead or whoever she likes this week, in exactly the same way you think about her.

You’ll lie next to her at Friday night sleepovers and try to keep your breathing normal as she cuddles into the side of you. You’ll stop yourself brushing hair from her face, from stroking her arm gently and from pressing gentle kisses to her head.

You stop yourself from doing all of those things and just lie there. Letting the darkness envelop you as she snores softly beside you. And when you eventually fall asleep she’s there too, but something’s off.

She’s looking at you all wrong. Everybody is. They’re looking at you like you’ve done something wrong. Archie and Betty stand hand in hand, and they glare at you. The world around you twists and warps, you try and get closer to them, to ask whats wrong but they just keep jumping further and further away. And then she tells you, she knows. She knows everything, about the way you feel, how you think of her and she’s looking at you like you’re a stranger. They all are and the world becomes tighter around you and its getting harder and harder to breath an-

“Y/n?!”

You eyes snap open and you sit upright, gasping for breath.

Betty stares at you, eyes full of panic as she moves to sit in front of you. She flicks the lamp on as she moves and the room is flooded in a soft orange glow. The duvet bunches around you and she moves it down to allow you to breathe and cool down.

“Breathe. You’re okay. It’s okay. I’m here.” She says, her voice firm but soothing. Her hands rest on your shoulders and you force yourself to nod, and slowly start to breathe properly. “Are you okay?” She asks, her voice now a lot less panicked and a wave of embarrassment rolls over you.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “Just a bad dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” She lies back down and you follow apprehensively.

“No thanks.” You mumble and move your pillow.

In times like this its good that you have shared trauma. It means if you get bad dreams about your best friend finding out you like her, thats not the first thing she assumes.

She probably thinks its got to do with the Gargoyle King, or that night you were hunted through the woods. Or when you went to Lodge’s Lodge and got robbed. Veronica had insisted that it was couple’s only but Betty had fought for you to come. Saying that if her and Archie were both away you’d be alone. Plus, the three of you come as package. You want one, you get all of them.

You shuffle backwards towards the wall, trying to put as much space between the two of you as you possibly can. She doesn’t seem to get your hint and just moves closer to you, slinging her arm over your waist and you feel goosebumps rise over your skin.

Your eyes flutter shut but the dark and distorted world you were previously trapped in plays behind your eyes like a really bad horror movie and so they snap open again.

You hold in a gasp once you notice how close she is to your, your foreheads barely touching, her blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow and the ends tickle your face.

“You okay?” She mumbles and opens an eyelid to look at you.

“I just don’t think I can sleep right now.” You reply causing her to frown and look at you properly. She props her head up with her head and her hair falls around her face as she angles her head to look at you properly.

You want to kiss her.

She’s right there so you could. She’s lying in front of you and she’s giving you a look you’ve never seen directed at you before.

You could just lean up and kiss her. You wonder if it will feel like how you’ve imagined. If her lips are as soft as they look and if you’ll still be able to feel them long after you’ve stopped. If the feeling will engrain itself into your memory, becoming impossible to forget. If her hands will hold your own or if they’ll settle on your cheek or in your hair. Will she be cautious as she kisses you or will it be the most sure she’s ever felt about something?

You want to kiss her until you lose your breath.

You want to get lost in her and for her to get lost in you. Until this is the only thing either of you know.

“Tell me something nice.”

“Like Archie’s hair today. Because it was really nice. I think he spent a little longer on it today but it was worth it. It looked very soft...very ginger.”

“No.” You laugh.

She’s gone back to Archie for this week and even if it does hurt, its a little comforting. It reminds you of when she first went on like this, you were unaware of your feelings then. You were just hanging out with your friend while she pined for your other one. There was no feelings to mess it up, at least not on your end.

Now you’re almost three years into this and there’s been more complicated emotions and plot twists than a teen drama. More moping than a Smiths song.

The internet is obsessed with the mutual pining trope, it’s romanticized beyond belief. And in a way you’re in one, the only problem is she’s pining for the wrong person, maybe so are you.

“Like flowers and blue skies.” You add after a few seconds of silence and a soft smile settles on her face.

“Okay. Come here.” She stretches her arms out towards you and you reluctantly shuffle towards her.

She squeezes you tightly before lying back down properly, her arms are wrapped around you and her chin rests on your head. You feel the steady beat of her heart and you hope she can’t feel your erratic one.

“Can you remember last Christmas?” She asks and you hum in agreement. “It was Christmas day, me, you and Archie got together in Archie’s backyard to do our annual present swap. It was freezing, but the sky was the bluest it had been for months. There wasn’t a cloud in sight and the sun was brighter than the previous summers.”

“It had been snowing.” You reply. “And we threw snowballs at Archie.”

“Yeah.” She laughs. “Archie threw one back, but it was more ice than snow and it hit me right on the nose.”

“I thought he’d broken your nose with the amount of blood.” You laugh.

“You took me home and made sure I was okay.”

“Of course I did.” You mumble, your voice sleepy. “I’d do anything for you.” You add, your voice muffled by a yawn.

“What?” She asks but you shake your head.

“Nothing.” You reply. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your mom so confused.”

“So would you be if your kid and her friend were stood on the porch, one of them with blood pouring out of their nose and the other with blue lips almost the same shade as the sky.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. “Hey, what are you getting for Archie for Christmas this year?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs. “What about you?”

“I dunno, thats why I was asking you.” You reply and the two of you giggle quietly. “What do you want for Christmas?”

“A boyfriend.”

“Gross.” You mumble and she looks at you annoyed.

“What do you mean gross?”

“I mean...gross.”

“Shut up. You’ll understand when you get a boyfriend.”

“I highly doubt thats gonna happen.” You mutter making her frown and move to look at you.

“Don’t think like that.” She cups your cheeks in her hands and you feel your face heating up under the intensity of her stare. “You are so pretty. You’re the prettiest girl I know. Any boy would be lucky to have you.”

“Yeah, okay.” You snort and she sends you a look but decides not to say anything.

“Do you like anybody at the minute?” She asks, her chin resting back on your head and your breath hitches as you try and figure out the best way around this. It’s too late though, she heard you and now she’s staring at you wide-eyed with a bright grin on her face. “Oh my God. You do. You so like someone.”

“No, I er. No I don’-”

“Who is it. You have to tell me. I tell you everybody that I like.”

“I know.” You mumble making her glare at you.

“Please. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Do I know them?”

“No.” You shake your head.

“Okay, So I know them.”

“But I just said you didn’t.”

“I know. But I can tell when you’re lying. We’ve been friends for 18 years, I know all your tells.” She says.

A lump sits in your throat and you try your hardest to swallow it.

fuck

“So I know them?”

“No.” You sigh and lie down properly. “There’s no point in trying to guess because I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Why not?” She pouts and flops beside you, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Because. Plus, there’s no point in telling anyone because they don’t like me back.”

“How do you know? Have you asked them?”

“No, bu-”

“So how do you know?”

“Because I’m really not their type.” You say. It’s more to yourself than to her but neither of you seem to get the hint.

“You never know.” She argues.

“Believe me I do. So can we just drop this and go to sleep.” You snap.

Her happy expression disappears as she looks at her hands and you feel your chest tighten.

“Yeah sorry.” She whispers.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped.”

“Its fine.” She shakes her head and turns to look at you.“I shouldn’t have pushed it. But before I drop it forever, for the record, whoever it is is an idiot for not liking you.” She says sincerely and you send her a small smile.

The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, and your sure her gaze drops to your lips for a split second. But then you hear a bang on the bedroom door followed by her mom telling you to go to sleep and the moment, whatever it was, is gone. She drops your gaze and turns around, pulling the blanket all the way up to her chin.

You watch her turn, continuing to stare at her back before you sigh and face the other way.

You’re both stuck in the same place but you want to follow different paths.

You both know what its like to be a friend but want something more. The different is that she’s more likely to get what she wants. A boy can start to like his best friend, but you can’t turn a straight girl gay.

That knowledge weighs you down over the weekend. You, Betty, Archie, Jughead and Veronica hang out at Pops on Saturday. And even though you and Betty were the first one’s there, you somehow end up stuck on the end, forced to borrow a chair from someone else’s table.

Betty and Archie sit next to each other and laugh over inside jokes and their shared dislike of one of the new kids. Veronica and Jughead sit beside each other in an awkward silence. Every ten minutes one of them will try and desperately think of something that have in common but it never works.

And you?

You sit on the end with nothing to do and no one to talk to. So you leave early, muttering a small goodbye before rushing out of the diner. Veronica and Jughead mumble a small goodbye, and an hour later they come up with an excuse as to why they also need to leave.

But Betty and Archie don’t notice. They don’t notice you’ve gone until Jughead says goodbye an hour later.

They stay for a bit longer talking about stories from when they were younger, their plans for the rest of the weekend and whether they’ve done the homework for Miss Fireworth.

But something is missing. They both feel it, Betty more than Archie.

It settles in her bones, a feeling of loneliness. It’s only when Archie starts talking about if she thinks if Veronica would give him another chance does she realize it.

Of course! How could she have not seen it before It’s obvious. It was right in front of her this whole time and she’s only not just realized.

“Archie, I’ve got to go.” She says quickly, grabbing her bag and shuffling past him.

She feels terrible, all of these years you’ve been feeling like this and she’s been so oblivious. So inconsiderate. She’s the worst. But she’s going to make it right, she’s going to try her best to anyway.

“Okay.” He calls after her, she’s already out of the door by the time he replies and he watches her walk quickly out of the parking lot.

It takes her ten minutes to walk to your house and as soon as she runs up the steps of the porch she’s knocking loudly on the door. She moves from foot to foot, the excitement rising as she waits for you to answer the door.

The door swings open and your brows furrow once you see who it is. But before you have the chance to ask why she’s here, she’s already speaking.

“You like Archie?”

“What? No!” You exclaim and she raises an eyebrow.

“Its okay if you do. I actually think you guys would be really cute together.” She reassures you and you stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I don’t like Archie.” You repeat but she’s having none of it, waving her arm around before continuing to talk.

“But you do though. I understand now. All of these years I’ve been pining over him and you also liked him. And you listened to me and comforted me like the great friend you are and I just let you. I didn’t even think that you could like him. But it makes so much sense now.”

“Does it?”

“Yes.” She huffs. “I’m sorry I was an idiot.”

“Its okay?”

“So you do like him? How long for?” She wonders, shrugging her jacket off as she walks past you.

You know you shouldn’t. You know this is going to end badly for everyone involved, but you do it anyway. You play along, at least if she thinks you like Archie, she won’t suspect herself.

“About three years.” You shrug and she stares at you in shock.

“That long?” She says.

“Yep.”

“How do you know you aren’t his type?” She wonders, remembering the conversation you had last night.

“I just do. I mean, look at his track record, and then look at me. Nothing alike.”

“Thats good though!” She replies. “Nobody wants to date someone exactly the same as their ex.”

You are very different to her ex’s, that is true.

“Not this different though.” You shrug. “Its fine though. I’m used to it. Now, do you want to watch a movie tonight?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa.

“Yeah, sure.” She replies, not really sure what to do. She sits beside you and looks around the living room, hoping the right words to say will find her. There’s something else to this, she knows there is. She just can’t quite figure out what it is. “Y/n?” She asks and reaches out to hold your hand. Her touch is gentle, almost cautious and you’re dreading whatever is going to come out of her mouth next. “Are you sure thats it?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, dropping her hand. Hurt flashes through her eyes and she pulls her hand back, placing it on her thigh.

The feeling of her hand went from light to heavy awfully quickly, and you want to touch her, but not like this. Not in this situation. She’s looking at you.

When she looks at you usually, it’s gives you a feeling you can’t describe. But the way she’s looking at you now makes you want to shrink.

“Do you like Archie?” She repeats.

“No.” You breathe and she sighs.

You can see her trying to figure it out. Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together and you know she’s going to work it out. You stare at her with bated breath and watches as she stares at the blank television.

“I er, I’ve got a few things to do so, I’ll see you later.” You try but she just continues to look ahead.

The walls close in on you, it’s only a matter of time. She’s going to figure it out and she’s going to hate you and everything is going to be ruined.

“I’m sorry.” You cry quietly and she looks at you confused.

She’s beside you in an instant, wrapping her arms around you and your bury your head in her chest.

“I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t meant to and I wasn’t gonna tell you. I didn’t want to ruin anything between us because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Do you like me?” She asks, her voice remaining calm as she moves away to look at you.

“Yeah.” You mumble and stare at the grey fabric of the sofa. “I’m sorry.” Your force yourself to look at her.

She wipes the palms of her hands on her jeans, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. You stare at her in confusion, wondering what she’s doing and why she hasn’t shouted at you and left yet. But then her hands cup your cheeks and she leans in, kissing you softly.

It’s slow at first, both of you unsure of what’s happening. But it doesn’t make any less perfect. It doesn’t stop your cheeks from heating up, or your heartbeat from going haywire and it doesn’t stop all cohesive thoughts from falling out of your head.

She pulls away quickly, and both of you looked at each other shocked.

“I’m sorry.” She says quickly and stands.

“No, no. It’s fine.” You reply, copying her movements. You follow her to the door, despite your entire body screaming at you to not let her leave. You don’t think you can handle watching her walk away.

You’ve wanted that kiss for three years. You’d built it up in your head so much, but now its happened and she’s running away and this is nothing like you thought it would be.

The kiss was perfect.

This is a nightmare.

“Y/n. I’m sorry.” She says, finally looking at you.

She’s holding on to her bag so tightly her knuckles have turned white, she glances at the door behind her and points awkwardly at it.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Yeah, okay.” She turns around and you will yourself not to cry. She can’t see you cry, not over her anyway.

“Bye.” She says quickly and walks through the front door.

“Bye.” You reply, closing the door before she even has a chance to turn around.

A shaky breath escapes your lips and you can’t stop the tears anymore. They keep coming, running down your face like sad little waterfalls. Your hands shake, your head hurts and your chest tightens.

You’ve just watched your best friend and the woman you’re in love with run away after kissing you.

Nothing is going to fix this.

Well one thing will.

“Y/n.” Betty is shouting outside, banging on the door louder than she ever has and you quickly swing the door open, revealing her tear stained face. “I’m so sorry.” She apologizes.

Within seconds she’s stepped over the threshold, her arms hold you waist and pulls you tight to her. She kisses you desperately and messily, with teeth clashing and tears mixing together.

But she doesn’t want it any other way.

And neither do you.

“Y/n?” She asks between kisses and you nod in reply. “I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Okay.” You pull away to look at her.

Her hands are still wrapped around you, but yours drops from from her cheeks, now worried that all of this has been some sort of trick.

“I wanna be your girlfriend.”

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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Types Of Kisses | Bellamy Blake

Author: @writingsbychlo

Word Count: 6201

Notes: My first official Bellamy Blake thing, go easy on me if it sucks? Also, this was supposed to be headcanons and it really just got out of control. My bad.

Warnings: References to sex, references to death, references to injury, thats about it? It’s pretty nice and soft, really. As apposed to my other things.

Quick Kisses When You’re Both Busy

Finding free time around the camp was hard, everybody was set to a job, keeping it running, keeping you all safe, pulling their weight.

You were no different.

Somehow, it seemed everybody here had arrived on this planet with a useful trade. Monty was a genius in everything he tried, Jasper was a wiz-kid, Raven could fix, build or hack anything you threw at her, Clarke seemed to be a certified doctor within three weeks of landing, Murphy has an uncanny ability to steal anything anyone needed and Bellamy was just a natural-born leader. You, had a particularly good talent for drawing smiley faces, not that it was a talent you could transfer much here.

Instead, you opted to study underneath Raven, and help her out since she had limitations now with her leg. That is how you found yourself twenty feet up a metal tower, with a pair of pliers and a racing heart in front of an electrical box.

“Okay, so tell me again which socket the red wire is connecting to?” She shouted up and you traced the wire gently with your fingers, following it along to the socket.

“Top right! Where do you want the other end going?” Waiting but receiving no reply, you looked down, a familiar mop of deep brown hair catching your gaze next to the top of a pony-tailed head. Abby also stood with them, Clarke too, and you rolled your eyes, having given up on watching them argue and choosing instead to detangle wires you knew weren’t needed.

Feeling a tug on the rope around your waist, you glanced down, Raven holding the end securely and you closed the box, unwrapping your leg from around the pole you had fastened yourself to and immediately swinging away from the tower and into the air.

Being slowly lowered, you were surprised when you were met halfway by Bellamy, the fingers of one hand holding him to the beams he climbed up, the others wrapping around the knot at your waist as he pulled you back close to the tower. His lips landed on yours softly, your hands coming up to cup his face as you grinned.

“Well, hello there.” You teased, and he smiled, pecking your nose gently.

“Raven says to plug the blue into the middle and connect the two ends.” He grinned, placing another chaste kiss to your lips before letting you swing back out into the air. Raven pulling you back up to the box as he began his climb back down. “See you later!” He shouted, patting Raven on the shoulder before following Abby across the camp, leaving Clarke to chat with Raven and you with a smile on your face.

Needy Kisses When One of You Wants Attention

It wasn’t like you were purposefully ignoring Bellamy, you weren’t, but your top had a hole torn in it from where you’d snagged it on a branch running from the acid fog, and being that it was the only one you had, you were trying to stitch it up again.

That had been going well, until Bellamy had pushed his way into your tent, kicking his boots off from a stressful day and flopping down on your makeshift bed, the impact of his body nudging yours causing the sharpened piece of twig you were using as a needle for stitching to prick the end of your finger.

With a mumbled apology, he threw his arm over his eyes, the other stretched outwards for you to curl into his side. Except, you didn’t. Peeking up from under his forearm, your eyes weren’t even on him, actually, and all he wanted at the end of a stressful and busy day was your attention, and the fact that he wasn’t getting the aforementioned attention was irking him.

Your finger was now placed between your lips, shirt clutched in one hand and he let himself finally take you in. The bra that had been a clean white when you’d first come down was now more of a murky grey, stained from continual washing in the river and working, and the strap that was near snapping had discoloured threads, strings stolen from spare materials holding it together, the thought bringing a smile to his lips.

Your hair had been tied up out of your way in the messiest braid he’d ever seen, chunks that were too wispy and short to reach hung around your face as you concentrated, and he forced himself to sit back up, resting his chin on your shoulder and letting a loud grumble resonate in his throat, telling you exactly what he wanted.

“In a minute, Bell, I just gotta’ finish stitching this.” You promised, holding it up to show him you weren’t far off, but his arms snaked around your waist, squeezing you tightly, a huff leaving his lips. Using his nose to nudge the strap from your shoulder, he kissed along your shoulder blades and up to just beneath your ear, nuzzling into your skin as you giggled.

Letting the shirt fall to a pile in your lap for a moment, you turned to him, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his. His response was almost instant, his lips pressing to yours just as firmly and he hummed happily, moving to lie back down, and you pulled away, his eyebrows furrowing, a pout forming on his lips as he whined. Pecking his lips again once, twice, you shook your head.

“I seriously have to finish stitching this, otherwise I’ll have nothing to wear.” You teased, and he chuckled, his fingers dancing along your skin raising goosebumps to your skin as he sucked gently on your shoulder, working his tongue over your skin until a purple mark he could be proud of had appeared.

“I don’t see a problem with that.”

As he moved to the next spot, he let his fingers play with the clasp, popping it open and slipping his hand around to your front, fingers tracing the now loosened support on your front and you sewed up a knot, having successfully closed the gash in the fabric. Using your teeth to snap the thread, you chucked your shirt to the floor, standing and letting your bra slip down your arms, popping the button on your jeans.

Watching, joyfully, Bellamy lay back, arms propped behind his head as he watched you shimmy out of your jeans. His bottom lip was caught between his lip and his features were playful, but his eyes were tired and you could see it. Kicking the pants from your legs, you placed your hands on your hips, a smile tugging at your own lips.

“You say that now, Bell, but I don’t think you’d be too happy when Murphy’s eyes would be on me all day if all I wore was my bra, hm?” The smile immediately fell away to be replaced with an angry frown, and he shot up, hand reaching behind his head to tug his own shirt over his head as he held it out for you, tugging you down onto the bed with him when you reached out for it.

Straddling him, he held it open, dragging it over your head until the material was bunched around your neck, and he used the opportunity to pull your forwards, your lips meeting his once again. His hands slipped up from the top to your face, cradling your cheeks in his hands and you pushed your arms through the holes, enjoying the warmth he’d left in it, his smell clinging to the fabric.

Finally laying down with him, you peppered kisses along his jaw and he sighed happily, eyes closing as he got the love and care he wanted at the end of a long day leading the 100.

Goodnight Kisses

Your entire body ached, all your muscles were screaming out, and you were so thankful when you finally sat down on the edge of your bed. Echo had been teaching you some fighting methods, training you up, and it was really taking a toll on your body

With a heavy sigh, you leaned back in the soft touch on your back happily. Turning to Bellamy, his eyes were equally as tired as yours, mentally exhausted and strained from spending all day with Raven working out how best to run and maintain the ring, and trying to find out how the hell they were going to get back down to earth in a few years. With a soft smile, you switched off the lamp beside you and crawled under the covers, relishing in the feeling of no longer having to stand on sore feet or put pressure on aching joints.

Curling into Bellamy’s warmth, his hand immediately wrapped around your shoulders, your head resting happily on the pillow and his arm, your own hand folded under your pillow with the other on his chest, a content sound leaving you both as you stared tiredly into the dark, your breathing slowing as you matched up.

Your leg hitched up, one of yours curling around his and his other hand found your thigh beneath the covers, holding onto you as his thumb absentmindedly stroked over your skin. Pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his neck where your face was pressed, he returned the gesture by pressing a series of kisses to your forehead and temple, pulling you impossibly closer and squeezing you into him.

Rubbing your nose, against his jaw, you could feel the yawn that left his lips, and he turned to look down at you resting on his shoulder, using his nose to nudge your attention to him. Without even opening your eyes, you let the hand that had been resting on his chest come up to cup his cheek, pressing your lips to his languidly and tiredly as he returned the gesture, your lips barely moving as he smiled softly into the exchange.

“Love you.” He muttered, kissing your nose before letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

“Love you, too.” The words were muffled, spoken through a yawn and on the edge of sleep.

Goodmorning Kisses

Kissing along the scruffy jawline of the curly-haired boy, you grinned, giggling against his skin as he turned his head away from you with a grumble about it being too early, and you only continued to kiss his jaw on the other side, trailing kisses up along his cheek to the corner of his mouth. When he puckered his lips, however, having accepted that it was a wake-up call, you pulled away, sitting upright in his lap, leg either side of his, and one of his eyes popped open to look at you.

“You forgot one.” His morning voice was raspy, and you popped an eyebrow, leaning down, close to his face again as a satisfied grin broke out on his cheeks, and just when your breath was brushing over his lips and he leaned in, you swerved, pressing a kiss to his other cheek, sitting back up as he stared at you, incredulously.

Propping himself up on his elbows, raised his own eyebrows, eyes twinking, mischievously. “So, that’s how you’re going to play it?” He teased, and you nodded, making to remove yourself from him, but his hands locked on your hips as he flipped you over, settling happily between your legs, arms either side of your hips as he caged you in, your head on the pillows and the cover under your back.

Touching the tip of his nose to yours in an eskimo kiss, he licked over his lips, pressing them to yours, and you wound the fingers of one hand into his hair, taking a nice handful of it between your fingers and scratching your nails against his scalp lightly, the other resting on his chest.

Nipping at your bottom lip, he wanted access to your mouth, but you pulled away, giving him another chaste peck, before pushing him away with the hand on his bare chest. “Not until you brush your teeth.” The look on his face caused you to laugh as he sat back on his heels, and leaned down, breathing harshly in your face as you whined falsely, squirming away from him.

“Well, good morning to you too.” He dragged the words out, breathing heavily in your face as you complained about his morning breath, a laugh leaving his throat as he placed a wet kiss to your cheek, rolling from the bed and wandering away to brush his teeth, leaving you with a nice view to admire as he did.

Toothpaste Kisses

The brush hung from your mouth as you exhaustedly cleaned over your teeth, the paste leaving an unpleasant taste in your mouth, but it was the best any of you could come up with from the plants around you, and you were just grateful to have somewhat clean teeth as opposed to rotting ones.

Letting your thoughts wander, you stared off into space, barely acknowledging the person who came and stood beside you, picking his own toothbrush up and dipping it into the jar, collecting an amount of the paste and scrubbing at his own smile. Jumping at the chuckle that sounded beside you, you snapped back to the present, eyes turning to lock on the man beside you as you raised an eyebrow.

Reaching up, he used his thumb to swipe an excess dribble of foamy paste from your chin, a slight blush rising to your cheeks, and you held your hair back, leaning away and spitting out the residue, using your water bottle to rinse out the rest of the aftertaste. “Thank you.” The words were spoken softly, and you leaned up, pressing a kiss to Bellamy’s tanned cheek as he frowned.

“You mithed.” His words were muffled through a mouthful of toothpaste and being spoken around the handle of a brush, and you rolled your eyes, leaning back as he leaned towards you, his eyebrows raising. “Wan’ a kith.” Grinning, you shot him a look, your hand coming up to cup his cheek as you rubbed the tip of your nose of his, before pressing your lips to his gently, to which he happily returned.

Pulling away, he once again reached up, cleaning the paste he’d put there from your cheeks and around your mouth. “Love you.” He grinned, tapping your nose before turning away to finish getting ready, and you just leaned up, pressing a kiss to his shoulder through his shirt.

“Love you too, Bell.”

Pre-Mission Kisses

The whole camp was bustling, everybody rushing from one location to another as different teams prepped for different aspects, in order to pull off yet another one of Raven, Clarke or Jasper’s ingenious plans. With a sigh, you started your trek towards the main bunker, knowing exactly who you’d find there.

You could hear him barking orders from inside before you’d even opened the door, and when you did, your eyes immediately locked onto his firm, one of a few, at the centre of the hubbub. He was standing tall, gun strapped to his back and arms crossed as he yelled at each person he saw.

The light of the door opening caught his eyes and he spared a glance to the doorway, the harshness in his eyes never softening, he was in role now, he was leading, and he wouldn’t fall down at the first sign of you, not when he had to do what was best for his people. He did, however, tilt his head backwards in a subtle nod, motioning you towards him, before his eyes immediately snapped away to continue his instructions.

Fighting your way through the crowd, you stood and waited as he bossed around the group before him, his fingers twitching at his side nervously, he wanted to reach out, to lace his fingers through yours and kiss along your knuckles, just like he did when the two of you were alone, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t afford to be distracted.

When the group had dissipated to do as told, however, his attention was directed to you. Holding out his hand, just slightly, you laced your fingers through his, his hand instantly squeezing around yours, as a reassurance to both yourself and him. Using the connection to close the rift, he tugged you closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, your face buried in his neck as your own arms looped around his waist, holding him close.

His cheek was pressed to your temple, and your eyes were closed, as you both just stood, breathing one another in and taking a moment to acknowledge the situation. Barely moving, you tilted your head up, his down, until your eyes met, yours filled with worry and his filled with longing. Longing to stay, be in your arms all day and not have to risk it all.

With a hand on your cheek, he licked over his bottom lip before pressing his chapped ones to yours, pouring all the love and care he had for you into it, his lips moving slowly against yours,

as you both relished being in the moment, before it was torn from you with unending possibilities and bad outcomes.

Stepping back, he pulled his sad frown into a harsh look, nodding to you before stepping away, voice scratchy as he shouted, and you knew that while tears were pooling in your eyes visibly, he was hiding the same pain much better.

Post-Mission Kisses

Meeting Bellamy at the gate upon his return was a habit. You would pick at the wooden posts nervously, but it saved you chewing at the skin and nails on your fingers in fear. Harper often joined you if Monty was gone too, and while Abby would use the excuse of being a medical help closer than the bay, she was just as worried for Kane and you knew it.

The minute the rover was heard within distance, you knew it would be minutes before Bellamy was back in your reach, or forever torn from it. Relief mixed with panic washed over you in waves as you waited, as always with bated breath, until they were close enough for you to see the driver.

With hair floppy and mussed, dirt splattered across tanned skin; he was there. The doors were wrenched open, and the engine came to a stop just metres away, and you took off in a run across the muddy path towards the opening door on the driver’s side. With arms held open, you flung yourself into his arms, holding him tightly as he gripped you just the same, hands undecided on where they wanted to sit, rubbing along your back and playing with your hair as you simply held him, knowing he was back.

He was dishevelled, as always. Hair that had been slicked back was now hanging messily from his head, skin that had been clean and pure was littered with dirt and blood, bruised and cut. Tracing your fingers over his skin, he leaned down, lips capturing yours in a heated kiss, all the pain and anger forgotten as you moved against him.

Your bodies were pressed together, his tongue tracing your bottom lip as you granted him access, your hands cupping his face as he gripped bruisingly at your waist, holding you firmly to him, as if scared that when he let you go, you’d be gone. Sucking on his bottom lip, slightly, he let out a breathy moan, just for you to hear, and when you pulled away, his eyes were filled with sorrow and sadness, tears lining them and glittering in the light.

“You’re the only thing that pulls me through.” The words were spoken breathlessly, barely above a whisper, and you would’ve missed it had you not been listening, and you just pressed your forehead to his, fingers slipping around to run through his hair soothingly and he refused to let you down, not just yet, he needed you close to him, he always did.

Turning you both around, he trapped you against the cold metal of the rover, one hand slipping from your waist as the forearm of the other rested by your head, blocking you both from view as he leaned back in, a more aggressive kiss on his lips as he poured everything pent up inside into it, cheeks wet with shed tears.

Taking control, you submitted to him, knowing he just needed to know that he had absolute dominance, power, over something in his life, something he managed and could be responsible for, and you let him, because if there was one thing you knew, it was that Bellamy Blake needed you just as much as you needed him.

Those Kisses that Intend to Lead to More

Eyes burned into the side of your head, and despite how many glares you’d already shot him, he refused to let up, eyes never leaving your figure, despite how many times you attempted to duck from within his eyesight. The shining bonus of not being an upstanding member of the leadership team was being able to make the most of your time on earth, and that when Monty arrived with a barrel of something strong and disgusting, you could partake in it.

Bellamy, was not such a fan of this. Whenever these events arose, he stood back with the rest of the few that knew they couldn’t afford to drink, a cup of water in their hands instead of the bitter liquid everyone else was taking in like air, including you. He would much rather have you tucked under his arm in these events, or off talking, eating, fucking.

He wouldn’t care what you were doing, as long as it was you and him. But when these barrels rolled around, you favoured taking part in the festivities, and who was he to stop you? He never wanted to control you, and he knew these chances for you all were rare, but God, he hated the way you were a little too carefree, and that you were a little too close to the hot fire keeping you all warm.

He hated that because you were so close to it, you’d taken your jacket off, his jacket, and you weren’t revealing anything, but the only person who should be looking at you should be him, and he did not like Murphy’s eyes on you, or you and Jasper drunkenly exchanging jokes and giggling while getting another drink.

What he hated most, however, was how absolutely beautiful the orange flames of the fire made you look. They illuminated you, made you glow like an angel, and his fingers were almost crushing his cup, white knuckles, at how badly he wanted to drag you away from them all, drag you away from the group and take the opportunity of the loud noise and music to cover up the screams he’d be drawing from you.

When you were ready, you’d come to him, and until then, he had to be patient. But he was losing his patience, and they all knew it. Clarke had made several jokes already, and Octavia was rolling her eyes at him every time he managed to drag his eyes away from you for a split second to glance at anyone else and ensure anyone else’s safety. Due to the hot weather, they were currently enjoying on earth, a ‘summer’ it was called, you had sliced the legs off of one of your pairs of jeans, leaving you in shorts. Which he had no problem with. You were wearing one of his t-shirts, which he definitely had no problem with, because fuck, if he didn’t love seeing you in his clothes.

What he didn’t love, was that your dancing was causing your shorts to ride up your thighs and the hem of his shirt was almost covering them. A sight that had his pants tightening just a tad, and his face flushing, because he loved seeing you pull on his shirt and collapse into his arms with nothing underneath right after he’d fucked the lights out of you, and your breathless form, flushed face and dopey drunken smile was very resemblant of that moment.

Deciding he’d had enough, he stalked across the camp, the short distance that felt like a mile to you was closing in, and your eyes had locked with his as he approached. Scooping down to pick up your jacket from where you’d discarded it on the ground, before closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips crashed into yours before you could even think, fingers gripping tightly at your chin as his lips moved, yours sloppily trying to keep up with the pace he was setting. His free hand was drifting just a little too low on your back and he knew it, but he also knew he had the attention of the people around, and he wanted to make sure they knew that no matter how good you looked, and no matter how funny their jokes were, you were always the arms he was going to come home to in bed that night.

He wasn’t a jealous person, no, he trusted you too much for that. He was, however, a weak-willed person when it came to you, and the way you moaned his name slightly, biting on his lip as you pulled away, rocking down from your tiptoes and onto the balls of your feet ended it for him.

He could still taste the liquid on your tongue, feel your lips against his, and hear the way you moaned his name, the way he took your breath away. Now, you were looking up at him with innocent eyes, wide and glittering and he knew that he couldn’t wait any longer, and so with that, your hips met his shoulder as he hoisted you from the ground, arms wrapped securely around your exposed thighs, the smirk on his face prominent as you out up no fight, no squirming in his arms, just dropped your cup and held into his shirt.

Those Kisses that Don’t Intend to Lead to More (but always do)

With a sigh, you pulled your hair up into a ponytail, laying out flat on the ground, sweat leaving a sheer layer on your skin. The sun was beating down and you were hard at work, your shirt sticking to you, throat dry, just like everyone else.

Work had taken a serious slow down, and you were trying to pick up the slack of the ever-growing number of people with heatstroke and sunburn that neglected them from work. Wiping the back of your hand over your head, you stood up, rolling your neck from side to side and cracking open your eyes, a smile on your lips as you shielded your eyes from the sun, watching Bellamy make his way over to you with two cups full of water in his hands.

He had forgone a shirt a while ago, like a lot of the men, but you couldn’t help but look at him. Chest shining, muscles flexing with every action he did, freckles dotted across taut skin, he was like a perfect wet dream, and you were grateful you were allowed to openly look at him, you could only imagine how many girls were stealing small glances in hope of neither of you catching their wandering eyes.

Handing you a cup, he took a deep swig from his own, and you followed, eyes closing at the relief of the liquid meeting your parched mouth. Lowering the cup from your lips, Bellamy had already done so, watching you with a soft smile. A small bead was hanging from his lip, and before he could wipe it away, you leaned up, taking his glistening bottom lip between yours and sucking gently.

His eyes widened, hand rapidly trying to place his drink down as his hands found your waist, lips puckering to return the kiss you were giving him. Tongue pushing past your lips, he played with yours, smirking into the kiss at being able to tease you as much as you were teasing him. Pulling away, his eyes were locked on yours, pupils blown and he scanned over your face, eyes finding your swollen lips, and flushed cheeks.

“It’s like, midday. We absolutely can’t. There is so much to be done.” He mumbled, having to literally force himself to drag his eyes away from your lips, by turning away to face the half-built fencing beside you. Hearing a solid agreement from you, he ran a hand through his hair roughly, trying to focus and letting out a breath he didn’t know he had.

Making the mistake of glancing up, he watched you flip your hair over your shoulder, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you leant over, tits falling forwards as you did, almost spilling from your top. “Fuck it.” The words left his mouth quietly, and as you opened your mouth to ask what he said, his mouth descended onto yours, silencing you with a passionate kiss, hands slipping straight around to squeeze at your ass as he pushed you backwards, walking you out of sight of other people.

Locking a foot around your ankle, he let you fall back into the long grass with a soft thud, your eyes wide as he looked down at you, undoing the buckle on his belt. “What, here?” He could see the shock on your face as you popped yourself up on your elbows, and he reached behind his head, tugging his shirt up over his head and removing it once his belt had come loose.

“Yep.” His grin was wicked, and he dropped to his knees, falling forwards and pinning you to the grass, the sun beating down on his back as you fell into his touch, his kiss, not caring who might decide to come and check on the two of you at some point.

Angry Kisses

It wasn’t you that he was really angry at, it was himself. But he’d already taken it out on his sister, on Clarke, on everyone on the ring, and now, now he was just brewing in silence while looking out of the window at a decimated earth. He hadn’t spoken to you for days, just sent you heated glares, filled with longing and need at you from across the room, but his heart and pride didn’t allow him to talk to you yet.

Deep down within him, you knew he was still just the same barely-a-man Bellamy that had come down with you so long ago, taking control of the camp and the delinquents. Of course he had changed, but he still loved with everything in him and gave all he had. He just wanted to be in control and safety for once in his life.

Watching him move about, his shoulder shoved roughly into Murphy’s as he stormed from the room, and your eyebrows furrowed as he didn’t even look back to apologise, and yet even Murphy knew not to test him right now. Getting to your own feet, you padded over, placing a hand on John’s shoulder and apologising on your boyfriend’s behalf, not missing the angry look shot both your ways at the contact as he rounded the corner.

Chasing to catch up with him, you slipped into the room you were sharing just before the door shut, and you heard the heavy sigh that left his lips merely at your presence. When he made to walk away, however, your fingers wrapped around his wrist, bringing him to a stop, before he roughly yanked his arm from your grip, pulling you forwards roughly as he did, underestimating how tight your grip was.

With a gasp, you raised your hand to your shoulder, rubbing at it gently, and he spun around to face you, guilt swimming in his eyes as but anger still bubbling under the surface, rage painted on his features. “You-” gritting his teeth, you knew the storm he’d been brewing for a few days was about to break loose, “You were fully prepared to leave me.”

“Bel-”

“No!” His eyes finally met yours, tears lining them, and yet flames still burnt aggressively within them “You.. you weren’t even going to say goodbye! You were going to waltz off with a smile on your face and a ‘see you soon’ with no intention of coming back! Back to me!” His chest was heaving and you clenched your jaw, the insinuation angering you.

“That is not what happened and you fucking know it!” You snapped, turning away from him and pacing the room, hands squeezed tightly into balls, fingernails digging into the palms of your hands as you tried not to shake, knowing you needed to stand your ground. “Everything that could have gone wrong with that damn satellite did, Bellamy! Me and Clarke had one job, it should have taken less than five minutes, and in reality, my best friend is dead, and almost me too!” His eyes softened as he watched you, his own heart aching at the loss of such a good friend. He’d found it so hard to close that door, to say goodbye when he wanted to hang on, but when he’d seen you come stumbling back in with a tear-streaked face, he knew he had no choice, but it didn’t excuse it.

“That is no reason for you to-”

“To what, Bellamy? Give up myself so she could live? I couldn’t lose any more friends Bellamy, I loved her like a sister! She was your friend too, I couldn’t stand the thought of losing anyone else! You shouldn’t have lost her!” You cried, wiping away the tears spilling down your cheeks as he took a step towards you, hands tightly woven into his hair.

“What makes you think I could’ve lost you?” The silence around you both was deafening and you swallowed thickly, taking a shaky breath, while his shoulders rose and fell rapidly as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. “I love you more than anything, on earth or up here, and you-” cutting him off, you pulled his lips down to meet yours, wet cheeks pressing to his hot and flushed ones, his teeth biting into your bottom lip as he marched you into the wall, the cool surface meeting your back roughly.

It was all tongue and teeth as he tugged at the shirt on your body, ripping it over your head, barely breaking away for the action, before repeating wit his own, your hands smoothing along the skin of his chest, traces the littered scars he’d gained from your time on the planet.

“I can’t lose you. Don’t- don’t leave me.” His words were ragged and spoken angrily, but you cupped his cheek, pulling your lips from his as he captured them once again.

“I promise. I couldn’t. I don’t know how to.” He let his lips trail down along your neck, sucking angrily at your skin and leaving wet, red marks that would soon blossom into purple ones as he guided you towards the bed, his lips never leaving your skin.

Middle of the Night Kisses

After everything you’d all been through on earth, nightmares weren’t uncommon. One minute you’d be falling asleep happily in Bellamy’s arms and the next you’d be waking up in a cold sweat and kicking the sheets from your legs.

You’d spent the better part of the night lying awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling as Bellamy slept beside you. You were exhausted, but you were afraid to close your eyes. Every time you did, you saw the bunker full of your friends burning to the ground. You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t help but assume the worst, and the images were haunting you every time you closed your eyes.

With tears lining your eyes, you rose your hands to cover your face, muffling your sobs as you tried to contain them, to be as still as possible and not wake the sleeping man beside you, who was finally getting some sleep of his own. Fingers wrapped around your wrists, pulling your palms from your face and as you met his twinkling eyes in the dark, you could see the pity on his features, the understanding. Using his thumb to smooth away the tears, he pressed a gentle and sleepy kiss to your lips, pecking your nose, each of your cheeks and then your forehead.

Curling into his body, you cried freely against him, face buried in his neck as he simply held you, fingers running through your hair and massaging your scalp, easing you into silence as you hiccuped occasionally, steadying your crying and easing you down until it was just steady breaths.

Nightmares weren’t an uncommon thing, for either you or Bellamy, but when they did happen, it was easiest to just hold one another and kiss away the worries until the sun came around the earth, light flooding into the room and a new day starting.

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myelocin · 4 years

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Nicole... Now that I've been binge reading your creations again (honestly, for the unhealtiest amount of times:')), I've just come to realize that my whole life is basically just a huge series of hurt/comfort x angst scenario and I don't know what to do with this realization lmao. Soo I'm just wondering, as a writer, how much does your actual life experience actually affect / inspire your writings eventually?:o

xave!! goodmorning! :D or goodnight whichever it is where you are (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

i totally feel that but atleast with hurt/comfort and angst,,,,, there is always comfort at the end of the story bc if not then that’s just not the end yet :D but ily and realizing that is completely okay because atleast you can channel what you feel into your medium of choice,,,,,and looking back at tangible pieces of you in that certain time of your life is pretty interesting ;w;

i was told that i was an overly emotional person so that’s one of the reasons why i eventually focused on writing too lmao,, i think every single one of my stories reflects me in different degrees. like redefining you was a story i originally wanted to leave as a oneshot because it was for my first love but then decided to continue and find an ending for it because maybe thats how i wanted it to end for me?? (or mayb im just that soft for atsumu)

on the faded was a weird one because i kind of modeled y/n and akaashi on my internal struggle of whether or not it’s okay to derail from life plans. their break up was just pure drama that i got inspired with when i listen to nick wilson’s songs “ψ(｀∇´)ψ

to let a good thing die, here’s to our maybes, figment of my mind, & visions of the lonely were some stuff i wrote while surprisingly being in this uniform haze in my head. i guess most of the stuff i write when it comes to hurt/comfort or angst revolves around the constant struggle of accepting closure ༼ ༏༏ີཻ༾ﾍ ༏༏ີཻ༾༾༽༽

closure towards a love that wasn’t meant for you, death, a chapter ending, treasured timelines in your life eventually halting,,,,yk we think there’s a finality to those things and then some days hit where we’re just,,,,,,, sike u thought,,, and when those days happen i just start to write and let myself reflect.

ik closure is different for everybody and some think it’s found in closing doors burying it under everything . at the same time some think that closure is being able to look back and not hurt. some are also in the gray area between those two and i wanna explore that more n hopefully reach out to those struggling to understand what closure means for them

#xave #i literally rambled omg im sorry #the others r just complete results of me wanting a bunch of 2d men to be real

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justrandomthingskpop · 3 years

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JIN’S MILIATRY ENLISTMENT

.the day he had been delaying for almost 10 years now was finally here . THE DAY JINS MILITARY ENLISTMENT LETTER arrived in the mail.

Its the year 2022 , jin has accomplished what people most people could not even dream about .safe to say he is at the peek of his career as an artist as well as a person. His mental health has been great , his relationship with his girlfriend jisoo is going pretty well, they have dating for about 5 years now having a relationship as an idol with another idol is very hectic and difficult let alone the fact that the both of them are globally famous kpop groups. They have had their fair share of difficulties in the past but they somehow overcame . They knew the the difficulties that dating another idol would create but, patiently ,calmly and lovingly they overcame it . Not just jin but all of the members seem to have finally invested themselves in romantic relationship, after ten long years of hard work and sacrifices they finally opened up to find someone they do wanna share their lives with. Nothing changed between the members though , they still live in the same dorm , treat each other exactly how they have been since they became a group. it was chuseok and jin and jisoo had gone to jins parents house a day prior so that they can spend chuseok in seoul with their band members. they returned pretty late at night so jisoo decided to stay the night at bts dorm , which was not new at all since she usually stays for weekends there anyways , as well as the other members girlfriends .

jin was just checking his mail packages where he found something that shocked him, and confused him . his military enlistment letter . He had many questions in his mind , why now of all times , without any notice , too suddenly . everything in his life was going far too well and he didnt want to let go of that , ofcourse he always knew he would have to serve in the military someday as it was his duty as an korean and everyone who knew him knew that he would happily fulfil it . He had several times said this on national television , neither me nor any of the member are going to neglect our military service , if we are called we will surely go .

his words were ringing in his ears , he had to tell the memnbers, his girlfriend , his family and his company . from what he read he still had about 5 weeks to leave , he sighed stepping towards the dorm . As soon he entered a voice called his name, hyung what took you so long jisoo noona had already been here for about 15 minutes, says a somewhat sleepy jugkook

jin; aah nothing i was just checking mail nothing interesting and by the way why are you still awake at 2 in the morning , arent you leaving for busan today?

jk; about that , i guess i wont be going

jin; why

jk; i called mom and that , and it seems like they wont be arriving to busan till 4 days later . Apparently its storming heavily in japan and all flights have been cancelled.

jin; what would you be doing today then

jk; i guess i will bother you and the other hyungs for the the rest of our holidays , all of them are returning today as well ....

jin; aishhhh...this brat , yaah what bout your gf why dont you go time spend with her

jk ; she is staying at her parents place for the holidays , and i am all alone said kooie sulking , btw hyung u should go rest it must have a tiring drive from your home to the dorm.

jin; yeah yeah ...are any of the guys back yet

jk; only namjoon hyung , but he went straight ti bed as well

jin;aah i see, u too dont stay awake for too long... goodnight

jk ; goodnight hyung

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jin enterd his bedroom and found a small sleeping jisoo on his bed. she got changed into one of jins rj hoodies and got knocked out instantly.

cute he thought

jin himself went to his clost for getting changed to his sweats , nothing special just a puma sweatpants [he usually does nit wear anything on top for sleep]. jisoo woke from the rumbling , half asleep she went to backhug jin

jisoo; oppa what took you so long its been 30 minutes

jin; aah..nothing i was just checking mails and then i was listening to jungkook whining about how he wont be able to spend chuseok with his gf

jisoo; aah ....yeah he still someties acts like a baby ..jisoo said giggling like a kid

jin; you’re the one to talk , he said carrying her back to bed

jisoo; //**//[blushing] that...well....

before she could could complete her sentence she was slienced by a pair of lips crashing on her own

jin; its okay , its cute and sexy sometimes

jisoo; oppa , she said blushing

jin ; now lets sleep, dont you have to return to your dorm to meet the group, he said pulling her closer into his chest

jisoo; mmmm...

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NEXT MORNING

jin woke up and found the missing figure in his bed .

did she left , he thought , he saw an americano with a post it note saying

oppa sorry for leaving without telling you , but you were sleeping so soundly i didnt wanted to wake you up. lisa called this morning i have a special chuseok vlive with the menbers , watch it if u want to see me in hanbok, ... ;) , love u - jisoo

aaah i guess maknaes everywhere like annoying their eldest.

he entered the living room and saw a sleeping jungkook, a half awake taehyung , and namjoon who was sipping away hot chocolate.

morning guys,

morning hyung , they said in unison.

where are the otherrs ?, he asked heading towards the kitchen

nj; yoongi hyung is in the shower , jimin is still sleeping and hoseok went out to buy some tteokbokki , bibimap and gimbap.

jin then walks towards the maknae attempting to wake him up

jin ; yah brat, wake for how long do you want to sleep its already almost noon, if you dont wake up no food for you

on hearing that he might not be able to eat his precious food jk bolted awake and headed towards the shower

nj; wake jimin too...he called to jungkook

jin was waiting for all the members to gather so he could talk about his military enlistment

after about 20 minutes , when everybody was eating and joking around, jungkook teasing jimin about how he heared moans from his bedroom this morning , taehyung joined him as well. namjoon talking to seokjin and hoseok about what the did on holidays and yoongi just listening to everything and ocassionally responding to the members.

jin wanted to tell them , but he decided not to ruin the mood.

jh; hasnt the company planned anyting for chuseok, special episode or something

yg; its just a greetings video that we we will be filming here in an hour or so

jin ; jisoo is filming a chuseok vlive with her members as well, she is gonna wear a hanbok , jin said somewhat cutely,

jimin who was still being teased got an idea

jm; yyaahh hyung what are you fantasizing now....he said looking at him with slant eyes

jin ; when did i ever say that

jk and v who now switched their pray began teasing jin now

th ; come on hyung i knew u were a pervert after all

jin ; whats wrong in having perverted thoughts about your woman ??, jin said with a straight face

jk ; u have hanging out with yoongi hyung too much

yg ; why? he is not wrong

with this the chuseok passed , laughing , teasing , playing and eating

jin entered his bedroom , i should tell them soon, all of them he thought thinking of jisoo

he called jisoo

js; hello oppa did watch my vlive

jin ; yeah...you were looking nicer than the snacks you were preparing

js; perevert

js ; what did you guys do today?

jin ; aah nothing much , filmed a short greetings video, went to a small restaurant for lunch , played some halli galli ordered dinner all the classic stuff, what bout you

js ; almost similar , but we made all the meals today , we have many of the sweets left shall i bring you some tomorrow?

jin; you’re coming tomorrow?

js; if u want

jin ; your schedule?

jin pd nim gave 2 more days off

jin ; thats nice, why dont you stay tomorrow then?

js ; k i will some clothes ..

she remembered the last time she stayed over jins dorm they didnt get a wink of sleep due their steamy love making session and jins overwhelming stamina in bed . she couldnt deny she loved every second of it , afterall who would not like to have sex with their love of life.

js; oppa , just dont go too overboard

jin understood what she was talking about and smirkred a little

jin ; u dont like it ?

js ; its not that ..

js its just that i wont be able to walk properly the next day and we have practise

jin ; kk...just come over first

js ; c u in the morning...love you

jin ; love you

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1 WEEK LATER

jungkook was searching for his speakers but couldnt find them

jk; jin hyung...can i use your speakers for a bit

jin;sure go ahead

jk was fiddling around in jins room when he found some papers in his drawer...military enlistment it said , jk was frozen at his place he wanted to confirm what he was reading was true or not

he went to the living room where all the members were chilling , jisoo and jin were making some tteokbokki in kitchen

jk; hyung are u leaving for the military

everyone present on the heared the youngest’ s question

jin was left speechless

jk; tell me

jin ; yes

jk; when

jin ; 2 weeks from today

the laddle in jisoo hand fell , teary eyed she ran into jin room and locked it

now he was looking at the rest of the members

jin ; i belive we need to have a chat

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jin ; its been a week since i recieved the mail , i wanted to tell you guys at the right time , besides it was holidays i didnt want to upset you all

jh; telling us later wouldnt make anything easier u know

jin; i know its just i was waiting for the right time

yg ; did jisoo-ssi knew?

jin ; nope, i guess i have to explain things to her , just hope that she wont leave or anything

jm; honestly hyung, u should have told all of us

jk ; go to noona now she is the most upset u know

jin knew the members wuuld get over it pretty easily , they are really strong minded , they had been prepared for this for a couple of years now but jisoo on the other hand got a shock

jin; jisoo-aah im coming in

jin entered his room and found jisoo lying on the bed , sniffling sounds coming from her

jin went to her and silently sat beside her and spoke

jin; i know u are angry and upset because of me ... i should have told you first but i wanted to delay as much as i could , i wanted to cherish and enjoy all moments till the end

js; ....

jin ; i know me leaving for 13 months wont be justice to you, i cant expect you to wait for me to return.....but i do want you to wait , wait for me , for the past five years i have loved every second of our moments together , and i want us to be together for .....forever he said after a pause

jisoo who was now calm after hearing jins sincere words sat up and leaned against his chest. he enveloped into a tight embrace, not wanting to let go

js; i knew this day would come u know...i knew u would not neglect your duty and i respect that and i am very proud of you for that ,she said caressing his cheeks but i wish you had told me sooner , another tear escaped her eye

js ; and about waiting , u know i will wait for you....so just go and comeback to me quickly so we can be together ...forever ...

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2 WEEKS LATER

jin; i will be leaving then

maknae line ; HYUNG!!!! *teary eyed *

jin ; aigo,.. my brats , he said giving them a long , tight hug

dont give yoongi a hard time , he wont tolerate u

yg ; damn right

nj ; hyung take care of your health and dont go and crack your lame jokes over there too...

jin ; this disrespect, jin growled at the leader

jh; hyung call us whenever u can , dont be picky there as well

yg ; hopefully he will grow up a little after returning..**SNIFFLE

all jin could do was smile at his misty eyed members who were sending him off

he walked over to jisoo who was a crying mess and held her hands while staring lovingly into her eyes

jin ; i know it will not be easy to stay away for so long...so i was thining about it for a while now

suddenly jin kneeled on the floor

jin ; kim jisoo, the day i first saw u i was mesmerised bye your sweet voice and beauty , then i came to know that behind this gorgieous a face there was a crackhead , you are kindest , sweetest , most beautiful woman inside out i have known , thank you for not leaving in tough times thank you for not giving up on us . i may not be perfect but i want to keep improving forever with you . so will you marry me ??

jisoo was overwhelmed her legs got weak and she was on the floor with jin when she met his loving gaze she cupped his face and gave him a small peck

js ; yes...

jin lifted her from the ground and gave her a long slow kiss. The members were in tears . They were so happy for their hyung who found someone he could rely on besides them forever

#bts #btsjin #bangtan sonyeondan #bromance #oneshot #blackpink #jinxjisoo #fluff #slight smut

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strawberries-n-sugar · 4 years

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Okay, I found this blog and I found her request which I relate to so much constantly so I wanted to do it. Warnings, cussing, lots and lots of cussing and screaming and tears, maybe hint of really dark talk if you are triggered by that; I'm not sure how to describe it unless you actually read, reader has been mentally abused manipulated and taken advantage of her whole life and it takes tole, stress and exhaustion, mentally breaking, loathing life and your job, bitterness and hatred of people, a kind person growing tired and angry. Tom and reader's relationship is open for the reader to decide and please keep in mind whereas this has some realistic topics it is FANFICTION, not meant to offend or disrespect anyone

Can someone write me a fic, where the main character comes home pissed off at a coworker, stressed out. She's ready to beat her down and Tom Hiddleston calms her down @traceyaudette

You had gotten off of work well over an hour ago after getting off nearly two hours late. When you first got off you were fuming, still talking at 20 miles a minute and Tom could barely understand every third word that passed through your lips. He had tried to speak with you but that seemed like it wasn't going to happen so now he sat and let you blow off some steam and stress from work. At this point you had calmed down a bit, sort of, he could understand you now at least. What you were saying now sounded like English anyway. This was actually a normal thing, almost daily. He hated it for you to say the least.

"I am just so tired of being screamed at! Im tired! I am so so tired of everyone yelling at me! They won't stop yelling! I'm a fuck up, I get that but damn it I am trying so fucking hard and I am doing my best! I'm sorry I am not perfect! Im trying! Im trying! I know I'm not good enough because Im co stantly told, I always have been! Daddy told me! Teachers! Momma! Teachers! Principals! Friends! Boyfriends! Girlfriends! Now my managers and coworkers! I try my fucking damdest to be nice but sometimes I think I am too nice! The only person who ever thought I was good enough was my aunt and I know I have let her down by now! The bad part is I didn't know I was tired and fucked up until a few years ago! And now I cant stop it! I know I am being mistreated and manipulated now and I can't stop it because Im scared! I am only allowed to smile, grit my teeth, apologize and bare it! He will never put more on you than you can take?! Bullshit! Look at me! I'm fucked up and fucked in the head! I am suposed to be grown and-Im so tired! When I do try to defend myself I either get in trouble or don't get taken seriously and Im always told I have a choice but I don't! As soon as I make the wrong choice it bites me in the ass! With the situation now what I don't understand is that if I am so horrible then get someone else! Oh wait, they cant because noone else will take what I do and it is a job noone else wants to do and that is what I am there for! I just want to go to school so I can get out! I want to be happy!! I don't want to quit anymore, I just want to die!" You scream while sobbing and your pain and anguish are obvious. Often times when you got off like this you and Tom would argue and most of the time the worst bits of your breakdowns occured coincedsntally when he was awaya nd you were alone. He knew it was bad but he never imagined this and it broke his heart.

"One day! One day mark my fucking words, I'm gonna get pissed and Ill make somebody listen to me!" You declare and he pushes himself off of his seat, walking over to you. He takes your face in his hands and tries to wipe some of the tears as away. You choke on a lump in your throat causing a sputtered cough and you sniffle all while trying to catch your breath.

"Everybody expects me to smile and bare it and that's all I am able to do but one day Ima' get mad. I will burn it all down. I am about to press faces to fryers."

"Breathe," he coaxes you sensing you begin to start hyperventalating at the verge of an anxiety attack. You swallow again trying to stop crying and it is silent for several moments as he waits for you to try and pull yourself together the best that you can. He uses his thumb to dry your face. "I don't have any tissues handy," he smiles a little, trying to urge you to laugh and it works, "thats it, breathe," he coaches you.

When you are finally only sniffleing and wiping your own face he kisses your head and pulls it to his chest, holding it there with his arms around you. "Alright, here is what is going to happen. Do you need to have a appoinment to be put on your meds again, perhaps a higher dosage?" You shake your head no. "Alright, then do you want therapy?" You shrug honestly, part of you did but the part of you didn't want to be basically called crazy again. "Okay, then I will help you go to school and do all we need to do to get you out of that job," he kisses the top of your head. "Just hang on a bit longer," he rubs your back. You nod against his chest, his heartbeat soothing you as well as the embrace and the words.

"For the moment, you are off for the evening and there is only me and you. You don't have to deal with customers, or managers, or coworkers any more this evening so let's try to relax and you can enjoy yourself and then get some rest. I will get you a nice hot bath, and then we can curl up on the sofa and watch a film, and then I will take you to sleep when I see you are ready to go to bed. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," you smile and hug his waist.

He smiles and walks to draw the bath for you then walks you to the bathroom as he rubs your shoulders, "I'll make snacks and choose a movie," he leaves you to have alone time but leaves the door open. You soak for a bit and when you come out after slipping into some soft comfy warm clothes including your cat sweater and some pajama pants you come out to the kitchen with the sleeves pulled over your hand and your hand by your mouth feeling like a tired and exhasted child with blood shot eyes blown large and innocent.

He smiles at you and walks to the sofa with you, he sits with a arm over you, bringing your head to his lap. He had snacks set out on the table and he turned the movie on. You fall asleep about halfway through the movie and he carries you to bed, kissing your forehead goodnight

#tomhiddleston x reader

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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Reddie w super horny Eddie, that’s it. :D

Eddie wasn’t playing fair, and it was making Richie’s life very fucking difficult. It had been a long four months for them both, separated by nearly the entire country for school since the end of August. Phone sex and Skype hadn’t really sustained either of them, but they’d agreed to spend their first night back in Derry with all the Losers. Maybe a mistake, given the way Eddie had latched onto him the moment he’d come in the door.

It had been sweet, at first. Innocent. Richie had been the only Loser to make the move to the West Coast, so he’d stumbled into Bill’s place several hours after everybody had arrived, half asleep from the jet lag. Eddie had let out a very overly enthusiastic shout of his name and leaped up into his arms. Richie had nearly dropped under the surprising new weight on his tired body, but his muscle memory seemed to know how to hold Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie had squeezed at Eddie’s body that was wrapped around his torso, and kissed the side of his head. “I missed you, too, baby.” Thats, of course, when it got a little strange. Eddie wasn’t one for over the top PDA, he’d critiqued Richie for it many times during their early relationship days back in high school. Richie chalked up Eddie’s dramatic display on Richie’s arrival to four months of missing him. Made perfect sense, Richie would’ve done the same thing if he’d arrived before Eddie.

But Richie sat down across from Stan, and Eddie put himself in Richie’s lap instead back in his original seat. Richie should have known then that he was in for a long night, but he was sleepy, okay, and Eddie was warm, comforting weight on him. Sitting with Eddie on top of him, his arms around him with hands resting on Eddie’s thighs was the first time Richie felt truly at home and safe since getting on that plane in August. So sue him if he didn’t think of possible repercussions.

But after a good hour of Eddie’s squirming in his lap, twisting around to kiss at Richie’s neck or nibble on his ear lobe, Richie was fighting tooth and nail to keep from getting hard. He’d pushed Eddie away from his crotch, tried to ignore the confused and sad noise that Eddie made, and announced that he was tired. Which was a lie. He’d been tired an hour ago, but God he was wide awake now.

His friends had grunted and complained that it was much too early to be going to bed, and yeah- it kind of was. Bill finally suggested Richie could sleep on the pull out in the basement, and Richie was more than relieved. He kissed Eddie goodnight, pulling back when Eddie tried to turn the simple kiss into a full on make out session right in front of all their friends.

Richie could hear Bev and Stan teasing him as he made his way to the basement, and couldn’t help but chuckle. Richie hadn’t been resting on the pull out for very long, staring at the ceiling and thinking about his boyfriend, before he felt the weight of a person crawling in beside him. Smiling, Richie held his arm out and let Eddie tuck himself up underneath it.

Eddie let out a soft hum as he curled around Richie, legs jumping around his waist and arms wrapping around his middle. Richie was pretty damn sure that he could feel Eddie half-hard where they were pressed together, but he was going to ignore it until Eddie himself brought attention to that situation.

Eddie rocked his hips down against Richie’s thigh, letting out a small and vulnerable whimper. Richie’s breath caught in his throat, as he continued looking up at the basement ceiling. This was so unlike his boyfriend, that Richie didn’t know how to act. “Eds…” He whispered, tightening his grip on Eddie’s shoulder. “The Losers are all upstairs, maybe we shouldn’t do this here…”

“I don’t care, if you dont.” Eddie whispered directly into Richie’s ear, Richie able to feel his smirk along his cheek. Richie must have been able to feel Richie’s bodily hesitation, because he rolled his body so that he was resting on top of him. “Richard. I haven’t properly seen you in months. I’ve missed you. And…” Eddie cleared his throat a little awkwardly, smiling bashfully down at him. “We both know I can’t get off without you. We haven’t even been able to have even long calls lately, so I’m sort of ready to fucking explode at the sight of you…”

Richie cut off Eddie’s explanation by pushing up onto his elbows and kissing Eddie silent. Eddie let out a soft, happy noise and dug his fingers into Richie’s hair. His hips immediately began rocking against Richie once again. Richie’s head was already spinning, it had been ages since he’d seen Eddie worked up like this- and never this quickly. Richie had only just barely opened his mouth to Eddie’s kiss, and his boyfriend was already fully hard in his pants.

Eddie squeezes his thighs tightly around Richie’s hips and rolled, letting his back settle on the slightly creeky pull out. Richie fell between Eddie’s legs as they dropped apart, and his heart jumped into his throat. He rocked his hips down once, feeling his lips quirk up at how Eddie slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle himself.

“What do you want, baby?” Richie whispered, dragging his hand down so it pressed against Eddie’s bulge. Eddie moaned a little pathetically, rocking up against Richie’s idle hand. “Use your words, Eds.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Eddie said breathlessly. Richie’s stomach pulsed with heat, and he let out a helpless moan. Eddie brought his hands up to press against Richie’s back and pushing him down. “But I think that’s a little ambitious, considering…”

“Yeah.” Richie said it breathlessly, regettfully. They both took a moment, sharing aside and looking around the inconvenient location this had ended up being.

Richie pressed his fingers to Eddie’s cheek, and he guided his boyfriend to look at him. Eddie’s eyes danced slightly, and Richie smiled softly. “Let me take care of you, babes. Okay? I got you.”

Richie slid down the couch-bed, and tugged Eddie’s jeans open. Usually, Richie would drag this out. Make it last until Eddie was crying, begging… but time and privacy weren’t exactly something Richie and Eddie had an abundance of right now.

Once he got Eddie’s jeans off and his body free, Richie tossed the fabric up towards Eddie’s head. Eddie had his neck barred up, eyes fluttered closed, and he didn’t seem to register his pants landing beside him. Richie wanted the way his chest rose and fell, feeling his heart swell for a moment.

He traced the obvious outline of Eddie’s cock through his underwear. It stiffened even further against his lips, and Richie’s stomach burned. He hadn’t thought Eddie could have gotten any harder, and yet…. His mouth watered as he snapped the elastic of the band against Eddie’s waist.

“Front or back?” Richie asked, voice rough and as quiet as he could force himself to keep it. Eddie hips thrusted up towards him.

“Back!” Eddie gasped out, quickly wiggling in Richie’s grip to roll over onto his stomach. “Back, please. Rich, I need you…”

Richie rubbed a hand down Eddie’s back slowly, soothingly. He pressed a kiss to the bottom of Eddie’s spine, then smiled against his skin. “Relax, Spageds. I got you.”

He tugged Eddie’s briefs down quickly, helping Eddie kick them off. He placed one hand on each of Eddie’s ass cheeks, and squeezed. He smirked at Eddie’s choked noise, and pulled his cheeks apart. Taking a single deep breath, he leaned in and licked a single stripe up Eddie’s crack.

“Richie…” Eddie moaned out, burying his face into the spare pillows under his head. Richie felt a pang of remorse in his chest, wanting nothing more than to hear Eddie’s sounds, but knowing they couldn’t be too loud right now. He supposed that the Losers likely knew what it was they were doing, but that it didn’t mean they needed to hear it.

Richie wasn’t sure he wanted to share Eddie’s moans, anyway.

Eddie began rocking his hips back against Richie’s face, and god that was his favourite thing. Even when it was Richie paying attention to Eddie, his boyfriend always knew the exact things to do to get Richie wired up. To go faster, harder... To make Richie bolder in bed. He supposed that there wasn’t a lot of bolder than going down on your boyfriend in your childhood friends’ basement with the deep potential of being caught.

Richie flicked his tongue over Eddie’s hole, and Eddie’s responding groan was just a little too loud. It made the inside of Richie’s burn though, and he wasn’t going to stop what he was doing to complain about the hottest noises he’d ever heard Eddie make.

Richie pressed his tongue inside, Eddie letting out a breathy gasp of his name. His hand flew backwards, tangling up in his Richie’s curls and tugging. Richie groaned into Eddie’s skin, prompting his boyfriend to rut his hips forward on the pull out.

Richie pulled his mouth back, wiping his spit away from the his mouth and chin. He squeezed Eddie’s ass roughly, inhaling deeply, before falling back in. He held nothing back this time, licking and sucking wildly, and making just the worst noise. It had reached too loud long ago, and was definitely falling into rude now. He couldn’t imagine the Losers not being able to hear them, at this point, but Eddie was let out little sobbing moans directly into the pillow and Richie was going to come in his pants at this rate. God, it really had been too fucking long.

“Rich, Rich, Rich...” Eddie gasped out frantically, pushing at Richie’s head until Richie pulled back. Eddie rolled onto his back and panted, pressing a hand over his eyes as he caught his breath. Richie, on his part, felt as though he may never be able to breath again as his eyes fell onto Eddie’s cock. He licked his bottom lip.

Eddie held one hand out and wiggled his fingers. Richie quickly climbed up to him, pressing their hips together. They let out matching whimpers as Richie’s hand slid between them, wrapping around them both. “You want it like this, then?” Richie asked breathlessly, pressing kisses along Eddie’s exposed neck.

Eddie tilted his head back to expose the skin better to Richie’s lips. “Yes.” He panted, rocking up into Richie’s too slow strokes. “Wanna.... together.”

Fuck, Richie couldn’t argue with that. He pushed up to seal his and Eddie’s lips together, sped up his hand, and let his hips help them both along. Eddie’s face was quickly dropping to the side, exhaling hard as Richie could feel his cock twitching in his grip and knew that his boyfriend was right on the edge of coming.

Richie pressed his teeth to Eddie’s ear lobe and tugged slightly. “Come for me, baby.”

Eddie bit down on Richie’s clothed shoulder to quiet himself as he came between them, hips bucking up. Richie fell over the edge just after him. As they came down, Richie swiped the sweaty fringe of Eddie’s hair from his eyes.

“I missed you so fucking much, baby.”

#reddie #reddie fic #my writing #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #:DDDD #smut smut smut #ashley finally answers the prompts in her ask 2.0

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faangirl101 · 6 years

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Safe, Stiles x reader

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: Angst and cuddles

Stiles imagine from season 3b where Stiles is so depressed and scared and has a nightmare but then reader comes, Stiles tells her how depressed he is and reader comforts him. And then they cuddle and its so cute.

It was low key chaos in the pack. After the “temporary deaths” Allison, Scott and Stiles had experienced hallucinations. Allison, one of your closest friends, described it as vivid dreams, that were so realistic at times she couldn't grasp on to reality. She didn't know if she was awake or not. In your opinion, it sounded absolutely horrible. Allison and Scott were at Scotts place , where they kept an eye on each other. And you kept an eye on Stiles, even if he tried to reject your help. Stiles never liked you that much, for some reason. Yeah sure it was painful at the beginning but at this point, you couldn't bear it. After a whole year of seeing him take care or everybody with his plans and sarcasm and just straight up cuteness, you fell for him. Scratch that, you were head over heels with the boy. Every look he sent your way made butterflies go party mood in your stomach, even if it was dirty look. You hated it, you hated how much you was ready to sacrifice for him even if he would just throw you under the bus. Of course he would rather have Lydia here in your seat, ready to run and save him from his hallucinations. But, Lydia was at the lake house so there was only you, good old plain you. This was going to be a painful night.

You dozed of hours ago. After just coming half through the star wars marathon you fell asleep. But now, you were ripped out of that comfortable peace from a scream. It wasn't a scream really, not like the ones in the horror movies, more like a call for help. Stiles.

It took a solid 5 second for your brain to place the situation. You, in stiles couch…. watching out for stiles. Fuck.

One stumbling legs and hooded eyes you ran down the hallway while trying not to fall on your slippery socks. “Stiles?”, your voice was hoarse from sleeping as your fist formed hand banged quietly on the door. You were afraid Stiles might be angry if you banged to hard. No response. Just a quiet whisper mumbling “Don't let them in”.

You guessed that answer wasn't directed for you so slowly you pushed up the door. Stiles was spread over the bed, his sweaty body tangled in the blue blanket and his fist gripping onto the sheets. “No”, his head fell to the other side with heavy breaths “don't let them in”.

“Stiles”you mumbled carefully and on slow steps moving over to his trembling body. He shook his head “don't let them in”.

He kept repeating that sentence as you slowly sat down on the bed. “Stiles”, he didn't listen so you said it louder “Stiles”. His body was shaking so badly now you could think he was having a seizure. You hate seeing him like this, all vulnerable and weak.

Without really thinking about it you grasp onto his sweaty hands so it's no longer holding onto the sheets but to you. The other hand, was placed on top of his damp forehead, before stroking back in his messy hair. “shhhh”, you hushed him in a way reminding calming a child but it seemed to work. His body stopped shaking and finally seemed to stay still. But even if he stopped you continued to stroke back his hair and mumble nonsense. “I'm here”, being this close to him made your heart throb “its okay, i'm not going to let them in”.

“Lydia?”, he might as well have ripped your heart out and crushed it himself. Ouch. Lydia. Of course. You stayed quiet, not even daring to breath. That's when he opened his eyes. His whiskey eyes, that were more addicting than alcohol, was revealed. But in this light they were more alike to mud, darker and deeper. But the moment he saw you he dropped your hand. “y/n?” He muttered and rubbed his eyes “what the hell are you doing here”.

Double ouch. You looked down on the hands that moments before had been caressing him “i.. you were having a nightmare”. He pursed his lips together and pushed himself even further away from you. Triple ouch. This boy really knew how to make your chest hurt.

“The door”, he gulped nervously “the door, it's open”.

You looked passed your shoulder and saw the door you left ajar in the dark. “Yeah, don't worry about it”. He shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed “i should close it”. You wrinkle your forehead confused and looked at the door again “its okay, go back to bed”. He got on shaking legs and you caught a glimpse of the soft skin between his pants and shirt. His hands was reaching out trembling “but what if someone comes in?”.

You get up right behind him and try to pull him back “no one would come in, who would even try”.

He got closer to the door and didn't even send you a look like he usually would “no, what if they come in”.

He was starting to freak you out, even if it was just one of the hallucinations you could feel your heartbeat quicken. “Please stiles” you try breathlessly “please, come back to bed”.

He reach out for the door knob, cold in his hand as he fingers on it with thought. He is your responsibility and even if you feel like hiding you walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder.

“You let them in!”, Stiles roared to you making you jump in your skin. In a second, with an incredible strength, he has you pushed up against the wall with both your hands in a iron grip. His eyes went from mud to terrifying. You never thought you could be scared of stiles. But here you were.”Stiles”, you had to push all your self control to not cry “i never let them in, i swear”. He pursed his lips together and shook his head slowly “no, no, i saw you let them in”.

A “oh god” left your lips as his breath fanned your face. “Stiles”, you had to get him out of this dream “look at my hand, look at my fingers. Okay, it's just a dream, right? Look how many fingers i have, its not real”. Thats seemed to get his attention as his bruising grip loosened a little to look down at your hand. “But”, he dropped his hands “fingers… its not real, y/n”.

You sighed, grateful he hadn't hurt you, and swallowed the lump in your throat. It wasn't him, he was in some crazy hallucination.

“I”, he looked down on his hands terrified “I could have hurt you”. You put a hand on top of his shoulder again unsure “But.. you didn't”. He looked up, his eyes glazed with tears “oh god, i'm sorry”. You hushed him the second time that night and pulled him into your arms. His body was pressed against yours in a awkward embrace but he didn't seemed to mind. His head dropped down on your shoulder just to bury itself in your hair. You arms held him close and you caught yourself being scared to let go. He was crying, you could feel the sobs colliding with his body in yours. “I'm here”, you mumble next to his ear with your most calming voice “i'm not leaving”.

You lead him to the bed as he collapsed down onto it. “You don't have to stay, you know”, he rubbed the backside of his head awkwardly. You shrugged with a small smile “i don't mind, really”. He licked his lips looking down on your batman shorts that were, which you almost forget, way to small and almost spilling your entire ass out. You fought the urge to cover yourself as you follow his eyes slide down your naked legs. “You can”, his voice was husky and low from yelling at you “ like lie next to me, so you don't have to sit on the bed”. You swallow down the anxiety rising in your throat. unsure you sat down before slowly lying down next to him. You didnt bother asking fo some blanket as it seemed he already gave you some. “Thanks”, you mumble and look at him shut his eyes. He was so gorgeous. You never got this close to i'm and never got the change to really study his details. You already knew he had moles but now you also saw a few freckles spread over the back of his nose. You wondered is he had any moles or freckles on his butt. You were close to giggling at that but stopped yourself in time. It was hard to try to sleep with him being this close. I mean, he was so close his body warmth was radiating over to you. You shivered, goosebumps making their path over your naked arms and legs. He opened one eye and looked at you. “Are you cold?”. The question came right out of the blue and surprised you as you shook your head. Another shiver, fuck you really couldn't control these things. He rolled his eyes at you “yeah right. I'm going to do something now and don't you dare make it weird okay?”.

You nodded and he must have seen all confusion in your eyes. “Just trust me”, you could here him mumble as he suddenly lingered an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. In pure shook you didn't move as you felt his chest being pressed up against your boobs. was he… cuddling you? Was Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski cuddling you? I mean, you fantasized about this moment but oh dear god did you think it would never happen.

Don't make weird, right. With shut eyes and a violently beating heart which he probably felt, you buried yourself into his chest and wrapped a leg around his waist. You could feel him holding his breath as your thigh came in contact with his crotch but at the moment you didn't care. You lied like that, breathing in the same fast outburst and with shut eyes. After a while both of you started dozing off, him finally calm and you happy. Right before you fell into a black abyss you felt a kiss on top of your head and him whispering “goodnight,y/n ”.

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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you know everything i know (crameron) - chapter 1 - akita

AN: this is just a sweet multichapter crameron lesbian au reunion fic! thank you to elsaara for helping me with the idea. cracker is a primary school teacher, kameron’s a fitness instructor, they know each other from when they were kids.

When Kameron comes to pick up her niece, she’s surprised to see Brianna’s her teacher.

“Okay everybody! It’s tidy up time!”

The joyful yell of her class made her laugh a little, and as they started putting their things away, she shut down the computer. Each end of day was as exciting as usual for the kids, if not a little more, as it was coming up for the summer holidays. For Brianna, on the other hand, it was somewhat bittersweet - her class would be moving up to year 2, where she wouldn’t be teaching them anymore. Instead, she’d have a new set of 5 year olds to start teaching the basics to, and hopefully, they’d be as sweet as this class. Having worked here for a few years, she was used to seeing the kids come and go, and it hurt a little less now when she had to say goodbye.

Just as everyone was finishing up, and the clock was reaching 3.10, a very panicked little girl ran up to Brianna with a note in her hand. “Miss Cracker! I forgot I gotta give you this!” “That’s okay,” Taking the note, she opened it to read, “Oh, your auntie’s coming to pick you up? That’ll be exciting!” “Yeah!! We’re gonna go feed the duckies while mummy’s working late!” “Oh wow! What’s your auntie’s name?” “Kameron!”

When everyone was tidied up and ready to leave, Brianna lead her class into the playground, where she met up with a couple of teaching assistants who were helping manage the crowd as parents and guardians picked up their kids. They had to come up and sign out as having picked up their children, as a safekeeping measure, and had to come directly to the teachers to do it. It was good for stopping kids being taken by the wrong people, but it took up a fair bit of time, and some of the parents could be a little rude, especially if they were in a rush. If a child was being picked up by someone else, their legal guardian had to either phone up and inform the school, or have their child hand in a signed note, which is what little Suzie did.

Only a couple of kids were left in the playground, waiting on parents who were either talking with teachers, or with each other. That was when, finally, Kameron more or less jogged up, evidently flustered about being late. Suzie cried out excitedly, running up to her auntie to get picked up and kissed on the head. After the demand of a piggy back, she was put down on the floor, so she could clamber up onto her back, and when she was settled, the redhead walked over to check her niece out. That was when she recognised just who the teacher was, and her eyes lit up bright. The mirrored response was immediate, and had she not got a child on her back, she would have went in for a proper hug. “Brianna!” Kameron beamed, supporting Suzie with one arm and quickly signing her out on the sheet, before giving Brianna a half hug. It was awkwardly returned with a laugh. “God, Kam, I’ve not seen you in years! You’re looking…” She stepped back, glancing her up and down, “Good’s an understatement. You’re ripped!” “I’m a personal trainer now, I kind of have to be in good shape.” “Can you even feel her on your back?” “Yeah, but that’s because she’s pulling my hair - could you please stop that? I’ll put you down if you’re not careful.” With a huffy noise, the child settled, holding on sensibly.

The pair of them knew each other from when they were just the child’s age, and went to the same primary and secondary schools. They’d actually been close, but when Brianna went to university, they started to drift apart. On the rare occasion, they’d had a coffee, or facetimed each other, but in the last two years, they’d had no contact at all. Needless to say, this was an exciting encounter, and Kameron could barely wipe the grin from her face. A chat would be nice, but with a wriggly child on her back, she knew well that there wasn’t a chance of that happening.

“Right, I better head off, but,” Supporting Suzie in one arm again, she reached for her wallet, awkwardly fumbling with it one handed to get a business card, handing it over to the laughing teacher, “My number’s on that, if you ever want meet up? Plus, if you take that to my gym, you get £5 off a session.” “I’ll call you, but I’m not coming to a class, ever.” Giving a quick goodbye hug, then waving to the little girl, she saw her off, “See you later, hope you have fun with the ducks!” “We will!”

Brianna was caught in a bit of a daze as she watched Kameron leave, laughing a little when she had stop to put the kid down, holding her hand and walking her off in the direction of the boating lake. Turning her attention down to the business card, she smiled a little, trying not to laugh at the concept of actually going to a fitness class. The number there was tempting her, and as she considered the call, she was snapped out of her daze by a teaching assistant, coming to collect the registers. She gave her typical goodbyes, before nipping back into the building for a quick meeting, picking up her things on the way out.

Even though talking came naturally in the brief time they were face to face, when Brianna got home, she almost couldn’t bring herself to make the call. She thumbed over the number on the card a couple of times, having already saved it into her phone, thinking of what she would even say. It was a mobile number - if she couldn’t talk, she could text. She still didn’t seem able to convince herself to do it, and put it off under the guise of having to make dinner, then having to clean, then having to get ready for bed. Like a coward, she mocked to herself, she finally sent a text when it was coming up for 10pm, when she was sat in her bed and could feign sleep if for some reason, something went wrong.

B: hey, its bri, sorry i didnt text til now, hope you had fun with the ducks x A reply came through quite quickly. K: hi, yeah we did, you know your her fave teacher? anyway, i need to be up early, ttyl, night x B: goodnight x

Now she was regretting leaving messaging for so long. It would have been nice to talk to Kameron for a bit, but her nerves got the better of her, and she ended up only getting the one message. Kameron had answered fast, and she wondered if she’d been waiting on her. If she was, that would have been sweet, but it didn’t seem likely. Setting her phone down on the bedside table, she heaved a sigh, snuggling up under her covers and pulling a pillow close to her chest. The hard part was out of the way, and she could just worry about talking in the morning. She’d already considered that she had the excuse of teaching her class as why she took a while to answer, but scolded herself for trying to think of excuses before anything bad had even happened. It would do her no favours to freak out preemptively.

When Brianna eventually fell asleep, it was like her brain just shut down to stop her overthinking, and when she stirred in the morning to the sound of her alarm, she didn’t feel like she’d slept at all. Besides, she had to get up at 6am, and that was exhausting enough. Shutting off her alarm, she went about what she normally did on a school morning - shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, then leave in a hurry. She had to get there early enough to set everything up, and that usually meant being there an hour before her class would arrive. It was even worse if there was a morning meeting. Just as she was setting out the door, at around about 7am, her phone went off.

K: morning sunshine! hope you have a good day teaching your class, wondered if you want to get a coffee when youre finished? x B: thanks, of course! have fun exercising if thats possible…… x K: it is!! you might like it if you try it x B: i’d rather teach music for a full day, anyway i have to go or i’ll be late, talk later x Her heart was racing as she set her phone into her pocket. There was now something to look forward, and she could only hope teaching wouldn’t drag all day.

#akita #crameron #lesbian au #fluff #kameron michaels #miz cracker #rpdr fanfiction #submission #you know everything I know #s10

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princesse-de-ravenclaw · 7 years

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Vulnerable

Request: will you do a Remus x reader where the reader is sirius’s twin sister and she comes to the boy’s room after a bad one night stand and talks to the boys about it and they suggest she gets a boyfriend, but she tells them she’s afraid to have feelings for someone. Little does she know, remus has a crush on her so he shows her it’s okay to be vulnerable and they end up together? Sorry it’s so long!

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“No, Moony, listen to me. If I just bake Lily a cake, I’m sure she’ll-” James was cut off by a knock on the door. “Are you all dressed in there?” Y/N’s voice called. “All clear. Come on in, Love,” Peter called. The door flung open before his sentence was finished. “Sirius isn’t here? Good,” Y/N looked around before flopping into the bed closest to the door, which happened to be Remus’s. “Well hello, Sweetheart,” Remus chuckled as Y/N cuddled up to him. “Bit of a rough night, Baby Black?” James raised an eyebrow, and Y/N sat up, making the purple marks down her neck visible to the three boys. “I hate men,” Y/N groaned before throwing herself face-first into Remus’ pillow.

“He was that bad, huh?” Peter laughed. Y/N shot up again. “Oh my godric! He was awful! The whole time he was just trying to please himself, with no regard to me or how I felt. Like, hello? This is supposed to be enjoyable for both of us? And I’m afraid to even look in the mirror because he would not stop leaving hickies,” Y/N huffed. James and Peter tried to control their laughter while Remus just rubbed her back, unsure of what to say. “Speaking of which, do any of you know a spell to make them go away? I am not trying to be claimed by anyone, especially not that muppet,” Y/N looked between the three boys. “Seeing as they’re just busted capillaries, exactly like a bruise, you should be able to just…” Remus pondered aloud. He pointed his wand at Y/N’s neck. “Episkey. Ah, there we go. All clear,” he confirmed. “Thanks, Rem. Good thinking,” Y/N gave him a high five. “Y/N I feel like all of your hookups end like this,” James pointed out, still chuckling a bit. “Thats because they do, thank you for reminding me, James,” Y/N glared at him. “Why can’t I just have one enjoyable evening with a bloke I never have to talk to again?” She asked the ceiling.

“Maybe you just aren’t sleeping with the right people?” Peter offered. “Wormtail, I think you’re onto something,” Remus agreed. “What if you just hooked up with more people? You’re bound to find at least one person who knows what they’re doing,” Peter suggested. “No, mate, you lost it. Horrible idea,” Remus shook his head. “I’m gonna have to agree with Moony on this one,” James spoke up. “Yeah, so am I. I know that Sirius does pretty well hooking up with the whole school, but I don’t want that,” Y/N shook her head. “I’m just saying, the more you get around, the better chances you have of finding-” Peter attempted to defend his reasoning, but Remus cut him off. “That’s enough, Wormtail. I think she gets it.”

“Wormy, I completely understand what you’re saying, I just don’t want to do it,” Y/N added, effectively ending the conversation. Remus reached over to his desk, grabbed a book, and began reading, Y/N leaning over his shoulder and reading along as well. James brought out a snitch and started tossing it around, while Peter picked up his wand and began to levitate random objects around the room. The four teenagers were quiet for a few minutes. “Y/N,” James spoke up suddenly. “Yes, Prongs?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, without taking her eyes off of Remus’s book. “Why don’t you just get a boyfriend? Plenty of blokes here are after you,” James suggested. “Uh-uh,” Y/N shook her head. That’s one thing Sirius and I have in common. I don’t want that whole “feelings” thing. No way.“ ”One thing, along with your hair, your eyes, your Hogwarts house, your parents, your birthday,“ James teased.

"I mean it, Prongs,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Oh, I know. One could say you’re being… Sirius,” James replied, going into a fit of laughter. Y/N waited a few minutes for James’s laughter to die down before speaking again. “Are you done?” She asked him. “Yes, I think so,” he nodded, wiping a tear away from his eye. “It’s been six years, that joke isn’t even funny anymore,” Y/N huffed. “I’m sorry, Baby Black, continue,” James ushered her on. “I don’t know why you all still call me that, either. As you just pointed out, Padfoot and I were born on the same day,” Y/N challenged. “Yes, but I’m 17 minutes older,” Sirius’s voice came from the doorway. “What are you doing here, baby sister?”

“Well, big brother, I was planning on spending the night. Mind taking the floor so I can crash in your bed?” Y/N smirked, leaping off of Remus’s bed and onto Sirius’s. “Absolutely not! You want to stay in my room, you sleep on the floor,” Sirius picked her up and set her on the floor before crossing his arms, earning a pout from Y/N. “Simmer down, Padfoot. She can bunk with me,” Remus spoke up, rolling his eyes. “Thank you, Moony,” Y/N stuck her tongue out at Sirius as she stood up and brushed off before returning to Remus’s bed. “Y/N can sleep with me,” Peter offered. “Or me,” James added with a smirk. “Or Moony,” Sirius frowned. “Why not one of us?” Peter cried. “Because Moony won’t try anything with my baby sister,” Sirius replied coolly. “He sure won’t,” James muttered under his breath, earning a glare from Remus. “It’s late and I’ve had a long day, if you all are done making bad jokes, I’d like to go to sleep,” Y/N announced. “Well then, goodnight everybody,” Sirius shrugged, flopping back into his bed. Each of the boys settled into their own beds, Y/N cuddling into Remus before falling asleep.

It was only a few hours later when Y/N was woken up by Remus tossing and turning about the bed. She looked him over while debating whether or not to wake him. When she noticed the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, and the distraught look on his face, she decided it would be best to wake him up. “Moony,” she whispered. No response. “Moony,” she tried again, lightly placing her hand on his arm. Remus only squeezed his eyes shut tighter and let out a quiet whimper. “Remus, c'mon, Love, wake up,” she gently squeezed his arm, and to her relief, his eyes shot open with a gasp.

“Hey, you’re okay, Love. It was just a dream,” Y/N assured him softly. Remus took a few deep breaths before speaking. “’M sorry I woke you up,” he mumbled, turning his head to avoid her eyes. “Really, it’s okay. I get them, too, sometimes. Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N offered. Remus shook his head. “I’m just going to read a while to take my mind off of it. You can snuggle up and go back to sleep,” he suggested. “That’s alright, I have a better idea,” Y/N replied, standing up and taking a pair of her brother’s sweatpants from his trunk and sliding them on over his boxers that she was already wearing. “Does it ever bother Padfoot that you steal all of his clothes?” Remus raised a brow at her. “Eh,” Y/N shrugged. “Does it bother you?” She quipped.

Remus squinted at her, confused as to what she meant until he realized that the sweater she was wearing, was, in fact, his. “When did you even take that?” He chuckled. “I dunno, a while ago. I like to sleep in it. It’s comfy,” Y/N shrugged. “You can keep it,” Remus offered. “I planned on it,” Y/N grinned with a wink before snooping around James’s things until she found his invisibility cloak. “Come on,” Y/N grinned, taking Remus’s hand and leading him off of the bed and out of the dorm.

“Where are we going?” Remus asked when the two of them were situated underneath the cloak. “To take your mind off of everything,” Y/N smiled.

Y/N lead Remus out to the black lake and sat down, waving her wand at the still water to create light, repetitive waves. “I like to come out here when I can’t sleep. The sound of the waves calms me down,” Y/N gave Remus a reassuring smile as he took a seat next to her. The two were quiet for a few minutes as they both listened to the waves hitting the shore and Remus took several deep breaths. “It was the night he bit me,” Remus spoke up, taking Y/N’s attention away from the water. “Greyback,” Y/N said softly. “Mhm,” Remus nodded. “He’s this huge monster of a man, and he’s climbing through my window, and he’s got this malicious look in his eye, and he’s-” Remus’s voice cracks and he takes a deep breath, “he’s coming right for me. And there’s no where for me to go. He keeps getting closer and closer and I’m cowering back into my bed. You woke me up just before he lunged and bit me,” Remus explained.

“Remus,” Y/N mumbled softly, gently putting her hand on his shoulder. Remus shook his head. “Really, s'alright. It’s over.” “Remus, that sounds horrible enough as it is. I can’t imagine going through that at four years old. I’m so sorry,” Y/N lightly trailed her hand down his arm and interlocked her fingers with his. “Oh, I’m okay,” Remus assured her. “I’ve got great people by my side to help me through it all,” he squeezed her hand and gave her a smile, “Thank you for bringing me out here.” “Any time. I’m glad I could help. Are you ready to go back, or-” “could we stay a bit longer?” Remus asked sheepishly before Y/N could finish her sentence. “Of course,” Y/N laughed. The two sat in silence for a few minutes, each watching the waves and neither letting go of the other’s hand.

After a while, Remus grew tired of the waves, so he turned his attention to Y/N instead. She sat next to him, facing the water with her eyes closed as she focused on the sound of the water. Remus studied her hair, noticing that it was slightly mussed in the back from where she had been sleeping earlier. Next, he noticed the slope of her nose, and how it was similar to the shape of Sirius’s, but smaller, and more cute to Remus. He noted how the moonlight made her skin practically glow. As Remus looked over her, he noticed a small purple mark below her ear that he had missed earlier. He picked up his wand and gently waved it close to the hickey, “Episkey,” he said softly. “Hm?” Y/N’s eyes shot open she turned to look at him. “Missed a spot earlier,” he explained. “Oh,” Y/N murmured. “That fucking moron,” She gave a light laugh.

“Y/N, may I ask why you don’t want to just have a boyfriend?” Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “I told you earlier, I don’t want any feelings involved,” Y/N shrugged, turning her head to avoid Remus’s eyes. “Right, but why?” Remus inquired. Give me a chance here, he thought to himself. “I just, I don’t know, Remus,” Y/N sighed and waited a moment for Remus to reply, but he didn’t. He stayed silent, hoping she might change her mind and tell him. In the silence, Y/N decided that if Remus could open up to her about his nightmares, she could open up to him about her fears. “I don’t want to put that kind of faith in someone,” Y/N finally spoke up. “To be in a relationship, you have to open up to someone. You have to trust them. You give so much to them. Time, effort, love- eventually. You make memories with them, you make plans for the future, and then… and then it ends, you know? Sometimes for no reason at all, other times because they’ve done something horrible and you’re even more hurt. Either way, you’re left to feel so empty. I’m just not ready to be that vulnerable with someone. I don’t want to open up for a whole other level of heartbreak. Sirius and I, we have enough heartbreak at home. We act like it doesn’t bug us, but it fucking sucks, honestly. I’m afraid that getting into a relationship will just be too much of an opportunity to be hurt more,” Y/N explained, keeping her eyes on her fingers working over the ends of Remus’s sweater she was wearing.

“What if you’re pushing away someone that really loves you? Someone that you could potentially love for the rest of your life?” Remus asked her, praying that she couldn’t see right through his question. If you would give me a chance, I would show you what it’s like to be truly loved. “I guess that’s a risk I’m willing to take right now. I don’t like to be vulnerable, Rem. You know that,” Y/N shrugged, beginning to gnaw on her bottom lip. “I think it’s good to be vulnerable with someone every now and then. That way, you aren’t holding it all in until you’re ready to combust. And on top of that, it builds a strong level of trust with whoever you open up to,” Remus suggested, hoping he wasn’t over-stepping.

“Well, I suppose thats what I’ve got you for, huh?” Y/N lightly nudged him and gave him a playful smile. Remus chuckled and grinned as well, putting an arm around her and giving her a gentle squeeze. “You can be as vulnerable with me as you’d like, love. I’ll always be here for you to lean on,” he assured her. Y/N was finally opening up to him for the first time, and That was enough for him. “Thank you, Remus,” Y/N placed a chaste kiss to his cheek, and then laid her head on his shoulder. Maybe, one day, she would give him a chance to be more than just a friend to lean on.

A/N: Soooooo I didn’t cover a lot of the Sirius’s twin thing, but I did mention it… Sorry. Anyways, I promised a Remus fic, so here it is. I hope you guys like it! I’m thinking about doing a part 2, so let me know if that’s something you guys wanna see. I love you all, thank you for your constant love and support!! ♡♡♡

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Dating Peter Parker + you’re Tony Stark’s kid:

THERE HAVE BEEN SO MUCH POSTS ABOUT THIS AND I JUST THINK IT’S SUCH A FUN TOPIC TO WRITE ABOUT- I LOVE READING THEM and well i guess i wanted to WRITE SOME OF MY OWN TOO ( peter can be aged up a bit here bc he was around 15 in homecoming ??? i just wanna be safe bc i wrote some nsfw things )

btw i absolutely can’t get over Spiderman: Homecoming, Tom Holland did an absolutely brilliant job portraying Peter Parker i am in LOVE

p.s. i also imagine this taking place during Civil War bUT IN THE END EVERYBODY BECOMES FRIENDS AGAIN OK I DONT WANT THIS FAMILY TO FALL APART

this is also going to be LONG OHGOD

ok so i can just imagine you and peter meeting for the first time by fighting alongside each other during Civil War, (TONY DOESN’T GET TO ACTUALLY SAY YOU’RE HIS DAUGHTER BC THERE’S JUST TOO MUCH GOING ON IN THE MOMENT ) so peter just think’s you’re also a new recruit for the team (you kinda are and you want to be-)

the next time you guys meet is when you attend his highschool (dad! tony wanted you to experience a more normal life than being stuck in the tower with all the tech)

c’MON kIDDO GO SOCIALIZE with REAL peopLE

YOU CAN’T BE LOCKED IN HERE FOREVER -

peter recognizes your face (he thinks you’re pretty and bADASS) and you end up sitting next to him in class

you quickly figure out he’s spiderman bc

really peter? you think i don’t recognize that cute voice of yours?

you and peter end up getting real close bc you guys like the same things and basically go through the same crime fighting stuff

that includes the adults (Tony and May ) not knowing about you guys sneaking out to kick some bad guy butt

tony catches you two doing vigilante work and peter has the shock of his life when you address tony as your dad

IRON MAN’S YOUR DAD

you get grounded btw

there’s this time that you punch Flash in the face bc he was bullying peter, you are protective oF THIS BOY

peter is blown away by you

wow she’s incredible

peter is protective over you as well bTW HE HATES SEEING YOU HURT

speakING OF HURT HE SAVES YOUR ASS BIG TIME ON THIS ONE MISSION and gets badly injured

YOU TAKE CARE OF HIM- WHICH LEADS TO YOU AND PETER having A MOMENT AND THINKING

i’m falling for you-

peter ends up officially confessing his feelings for you at the top of this high rise building one night

he literally swung you off your feet to get there too-

you’re more beautiful than all the lights here in New York City-

PETER BEING AN ABSOLUTE GENTLEMAN 25/8

YOU SMILING ALL THE TIME BC PETER IS A SWEET CINNAMON BUN AND HE’S PRECIOUS

opens doors for you

carries your bags and books

you and peter bLUSHING AND BEING SHY WITH EACH OTHER

hand holding

LOTS OF haND HOLDING

forehead kisses

cheek kisses

HE LOVES TO GIVE YOU KISSES- PEPPERS YOUR FACE WITH THEM ALL THE TIME

wrist kisses, finger kisses, hanD KISSES

soft kisses on the lips

but then again

heATED MAKE OUT SESSIONS YO

hair tugging because wow look at his soft locks i feel like he’d grOAN

ear lobe nibbling

cUDDLES HELLO

that boy would love cuddles he’D BE SO SOFT AND CLINGY IN THE BEST WAY

nooOOOOOoo don’T LEAVE ME HERE

peter i was just going to get us some foOD

i doNT NEED FOOD your love aND PRESENCE ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH sTAY WITH ME

is2G PETER

cute nicknames for each other

sweetie

baby

princess

love

angel

MOVIE MARATHONS

GAMING SESSONS

going to COMIC CONS TOGETHER (Ned comes along every now and then)

you’re buddies with Ned too btw

peter being so excited at cons and he’d be so delighted to have you to share the moment with

he’d spoil you and buy you so much things

COOKING AND BAKING

bABY DO WE STILL HAVE COOKIES LEFT

yOU ATE THEM ALL LAST NIGHt-

back hugs

piggy back rides

cheek squishing

PETER YOU’RE SO CUTE

love, mY CHEEKS

btw THE AVENGERS SHIP YOU AND PETER IN SECRET

spying on you guys and trying to catch u both in the moment

they finALLY find out u guys are official bC YOU AND PETER ARRIVE AT THE TOWER AND YOU GIVE HIM A SMOOCH

avengers hiding behind the couCH

!!! THEIR MOUTHS HAVE INTERLOCKED IN A KISS!!!

dAMMIT THOR SHHHH

peter blushing

you blushing bC U DIDNT KNOW THE REST OF THE FAM WAS THERE

avengers looking at each other knowingly

well except for tony

bc tony doesnt know

overprotective dad! tony

notices one day that the avengers are being all fond of you and peter SITTING next to each other during breakfast

uHHHH what are you all whispeRING AND COOING ABOUT

moRE HEATED MAKE OUT SESSIONS WOO damn sPIDEY BOY

hickeys

hiding the hickeys from tony with help from the team

PUT MAKE UP ON IT

WEAR A SCARF

nuzzling

hand written notes and letters from peter

peter hitting on you even if you guys are already dating

hey there gorgeous

peter pLS

never ending i love yous

i love you so much peter

i larb you too baby

peTER

i’m just kidding i love you too my princess

being rather possessive of each other in a cute sweet way

you’re mine okay?

always yours

making love for the first time

you both are glowing the morning after

after sex glow

sex

sweet vanilla sex

hot rough sex

sex sex sex

kisses kisses

huGS SO MUCH HUGS

you run your fingers through his hair

he loves that

much

peter falling asleep on your lap

but then he also likes you sitting on his lap

listening to each others heart beat

tony eventually finds out about you two bc he walks into your room to give you a goodnight kISS d’AWW WHAT A SWEET DAD

tony ENDS UP KISSING PETER’S FOREHEAD INSTEAD OF YOURS BC THE ROOM IS DARK and YOU AND PETER ARE CUDDLING NEXT TO EACH OTHER

PARKER?!!!

m-mR STARK

TONY GOING NUTS

you wakiNG UP TO TONY YELLING AND CHASING PETER ALL THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS

avengers waking up as well

tHATS IT. FAMILY MEETING- RIGHT NOW

you protectively hugging peter while tony tries TO ABSORB A L L THIS

the avengers are all just sitting there, looking at each other then cooing at you and peter again

ok sO hOW LONG HAVE I NOT KNOWN

tony gives in because he’s always approved of peter

oK FINE yOU GUYS CAN DATE

everyone is relieved and happy- mostly relieved

my father Odin has blessed this uNION TONIGHT

THor enOUGH

if u hURT MY DAUGHTER YOU’RE DEAD PARKER

tony is supportive because he LOVES PETER TOO and wants you both to be happy

he actually likes you both together bUT HE WON’T ADMIT THIS

you and peter being a power couple

#couplegoals

you both kick ass and live happily ever after

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firethatgrewsolow · 7 years

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Yes, yes!! Part two has arrived!

In case anyone missed the last one, this is an account from the mother of @my70srollingfloyd, who had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with our boys in the early 70s. Thank you so, so much for sharing! <333

And now we have part 2 which includes the ever so gracious Jimmy Page and comparisons/summaries between the lovely men. Once again I simply allow her to talk to her hearts content, all I do is press record and type it down. Enjoy!

“Well I am going to be very open about me, the people along with everything I experienced but you are old enough to know about it all and I definitely believe that this band, those four whole-hearted men still have an impeccable influence on so many fans, both boys and girls so I am more than happy to share.

Jimmy to me had always been an intriguing person, because there were just so parts of him. Some good, some bad and some pure.

When I first met him back in 1972 he didn’t really make any notion to get to know me whenever I was with Robert which I was okay with, but he always acknowledged me respectfully which I found in a way odd because it was a completely different approach than the way he treated some of the girls. He and Robert charmed their way into countless hearts of young girls but also broke a lot of those hearts. In a way I think they needed to be broken by him and Robert because it taught those girls, including me about ourselves and it showed the two of them what they were capable of and how they loved. We were all so young, none of us really knew what love was or how to go about it.

You would know if Jimmy liked you or not, as well with the other band members. They made it known how much you meant to them. Most of the people who hung around for short periods of time didn’t mean much. In a way I like to say I was a little lucky because I did mean something on those crazy nights.

I can remember I was with Robert drinking tea at like maybe 3 in the morning and out of nowhere he told me that he thought I was a ‘Californian soul that has an uncanny ability to make people happy’. Some of those people were there for sex, some for laughs, some for inspiration, some for little romances to feed the loneliness and some to have a friend in. It was just a bunch of people from all walks of life.

When I first got together with Jimmy it was 1973. Me and Robert of course had history but so did him and a thousand other girls. Undoubtedly he had a new fling yet I was oddly numb to it all. I hadn’t expected him to only be with me whenever he came by, like I said before he was born meant to wander and show all kinds of people love. I accepted it quickly before I analyzed it. Looking back now after all of this time, deep down it did hurt which is weird to say out loud because I had seen him with other girls countless times before. I mean I was so young so of course it hurt me and everything was so new to me in so many new ways.

Anyways, Robert and I talked for a while but he had seemed preoccupied with other activities and antics for the night so I kind of excused myself because I knew me and him were nothing more than heartfelt memories. He had tried to convince me to hang around with them for a while in 1972 and I thought that maybe if I had gone that we could have been more than those ‘heartfelt memories’ but I also knew not going would hurt less.

With that I kissed him goodnight and started to aimlessly wander around the club we were in. All I really remember at first was seeing that everyone seemed to have their significant other for the night besides Jimmy. Whenever any of the band members were alone they obviously had to ask to be left alone and for one of the roadies to keep people away. I suddenly felt brave and thought for me it was a good of a time as any to finally have a real conversation with him. So I walked over and to my surprise the guy was completely sober. All he did was stare at me and then he handed me the half empty glass in his hand to drink. I can only remember bits and pieces of our first conversation but he went deep into his thoughts on the music industry, small funny memories and even his views on life itself.

Him and Robert were very much alike when it came to talking with another person because they knew how to get you to talk even if you didn’t like to. They knew how to make you believe they were interested in every single thing you were saying. Him and I both had our fair share of drinks and conversation. There was one point in the night where we had ended up in one of the hallways of Zeppelin’s floor. I had been stumbling and then almost fell Jimmy caught me and immediately kissed me. I was so caught off guard that my eyes stayed open for several seconds when he first did it. I finally closed my eyes after I saw just how into the kiss he was. The night went on and we both melted into each other.

Jimmy too was a great kisser and an ever better lover. He fed off of making you feel good inside and out. That first night together he took his time just like Robert did. I almost laughed out loud at how experienced they both were in bed. We stayed up for hours loving each other.

When I had first hooked up with Robert he had certain things about him I remember. He whispered a lot to me. Simple lovey words, but they meant the world to me in those moments. I had never believed I was beautiful until he told me I was that night. He also seemed to have a particular liking for kissing the neck area, and he loved knowing that he was making you feel good. Rob always wanted to hear verbal responses, but you know sometimes thats hard when you’re completely out of your head full with lust. Robert was always gentle with me and he never rushed anything. With others he was probably different to each one but for me I just recall how careful and loving he was with me.

Jimmy was a gentleman as well. The first few times he was soft and charming, but there were a few nights he was, well how do I say this? He was more….adventurous. Which I was more than okay with because we had a lot of fun with one another. Jim loved to just touch and kiss pretty much everywhere his fingers had been before. Him and Robert were huge on foreplay and sometimes it made me go crazy, just the damn anticipation. But of course they relished in it.

I could never say one was a better lover than the other. They both made me feel things I haven’t felt with anyone else. They were the kind of guys that brought your standards up so high for guys in bed and then you wonder why the next guy you’re with is just not the same. Everyone moves on and finds new attractions and connections, a lot of them have been amazing for me but nothing like they were with Jim and Robert. Both knew they had been with me and there were no strings attached so no one got hurt by that I assume.

I had been on little excursions with the both of them where I learned a lot about them. Robert secretly loves to dance but would never say it to your u face. Jimmy is fascinated with concepts and theories, he always has ideas swirling in his mind.

There was one occasion where I remember dancing to John Paul’s guitar playing in his room with Rob and everyone else, I have no idea what the song was but we danced and danced all while being drunk out of our minds. There was one time I got Jimmy to dance and it was surprisingly in a club. He too was drunk but I jokingly whined until he finally smiled and gave in, he danced like he was a little kid having the best time of his life. I am in no way trying to brag because all of the experiences with them humbled me tremendously but I was grateful to be treated kindly by the both of them because there were some girls who were treated like utter crap which is sad to say but it was true.

The two of them were very important people in my life who really did shape me into the person I am today. They were gorgeous men, everything about them. I think I fell in love with them each for short periods of time here and there. Sometimes for a day, sometimes for a few minutes the whole thing was so outlandish. We were just human beings having as much fun as we could, with little to no idea that we’d all grow old wishing for those days to come back to us. The parties were big, the band was big everything was just grand when it came to the four of them.

One thing though that will always stick with me, that will always come back to was a short conversation I had with John Paul one morning. I can recall him telling me how he thought I was good for Robert because I brought him down to Earth when he floated a little to far a way, and I was good for Jimmy because I was able to push him out of his comfort zone to try new things. John Paul was very hungover but talked so seriously about the topic. He had said he could see that the two of them had connections with me they didn’t have with everybody. But I also remember him telling me that he knew I was smart, and that I shouldn’t set myself up to get broken in the end.

I will always cherish the way they changed me, it was all for the better. I wish every person on this Earth could experience the feelings and moments I had with them. Everyone deserves to feel like that even if it is just for a short amount of time. I have held on to those days and recounted them more than I’d like to say but how could I not? They were Rock n’ roll. The music they created, the performances they gave and the lives they lived were so incredible, and to be a part of that in some ways made me the happiest girl in the world.”

#robert plant #jimmy page #personal stories #led zeppelin #submission

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littlepuddingsugg · 7 years

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Outlast II

Request: Joe gets scared after playing Outlast II.

The time was currently a quarter past midnight and you were ready to call it a night. Yes it was still early for Saturday night but you didn’t care. None of your friends were doing anything exciting that was worth bringing you along and neither was your boyfriend. He had been filming and out at meetings all day and honestly you were okay with it. It was the first time in a long time that you had a quiet Saturday night to yourself where you could have a nice pampering session or get ahead on your work load for the week.

You grabbed your phone and shot a quick goodnight text to Joe, something the two of you did every time you weren't together for the night. Shoving your phone into the pocket of Joe’s trackie bottoms, you stood up from your spot on the couch and headed into the kitchen to grab some water when your phone started to ring.

“Joseph?” You questioned as you glanced at the clock again wondering why he was calling you this late.

“Hey love.” His cheery voice pierced your ears through the speaker.

“I’m about to go to bed what do you want?”

“What, I can’t just call my girlfriend after midnight just to hear her voice.”

“Not usually.” You said tapping your fingers on your worktop, “What’s up?”

“Would you mind coming over...and sitting with me while I film a gaming video?” You almost didn’t hear Joe as his voice was so quiet which made you smile.

“What game?”

“Outlast II...” His voice trailed off knowing that you weren't too keen on scary movies either.

“Why are you playing it at this time of night?” You asked walking into your room to grab a jumper before pulling on your shoes.

“Because Y/N, you don’t get the full experience if you play it in the middle of the day with the light shining through the windows”

“Get some curtains.” You bluntly before you were met with silence.

You laughed to yourself as you pictured Joe’s annoyed face on the other side of the line.

“You're not funny.”

“Well I for one don’t need the full experience and having another person there doesn't help much.”

“But it helps me. Please love I don’t want to be alone, this game really freaks me out.”

“Thats a really great thing to say when you’re trying to convince someone to watch you play a game.” You said grabbing your keys and walked out the door, locking it behind you.

“We can cuddle afterwards. I haven't seen you in two days so we are long overdue for some cuddles.”

“Honestly Joseph, thats the only reason why I’m on my way right now.” You said getting into your car.

“I love you, you're the best. See you in a bit.” Joe’s cheery voice rang through your ears again and you could practically see him jumping up and down.

“Yeah yeah, see you soon.”

The lift door opened after it stopped on Joe’s floor and you poked your head out, hoping Joe wasn't waiting to scare you. When the coast was clear, you stepped out of the lift and over to Joe’s door.

“Hey love.” You heard Joe call out from somewhere in his flat as you closed the door behind you.

“Hi” You said moving into his flat finding him sitting at his work top, the YouTube home screen displayed on the screen.

He flashed you a quick smile before opening his arms to you which you rolled your eyes as you let your body move you into his embrace.

“Let’s get this over with.” You said pulling away but failed as Joe’s arms didn't budge.

You looked up at Joe who only smiled before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Nice jumper.” He smirked admiring what the khaki color does to your eyes as he finally loosed his grip on you, allowing you to back away from him and turn towards the hallway that lead to him gaming room.

“Thanks, you now Zoe has some really cool items on her website, you should check it out.” You said over your shoulder before you entered the room.

You plopped yourself down on the beanbags that sat in the corner of the room as Joe took a seat in his chair, pulling up the game and making sure everything was recording.

“Hello everybody! We are back with another episode of Outlast II. After the last couple of episodes I decided that I can’t film this series by myself anymore so Y/N has so kindly come over to sit with me so if you hear any other screams, they're hers.” Joe paused as he looked and motioned for you to come get into shot.

You pushed yourself off the beanbags and stood next to Joe and waved to the camera.

“Really not looking forward to this or sorry if my screams are annoying.”

“You can leave the room if its too much love.”

“Then why do I have to be in here in the first place?” “Because it actually freaks me out and its currently quarter to 1 in the morning.”

“We should be sleeping” You said as you moved back into the pile of beanbags on the floor that we conveniently placed in a way the you could lay down and still see the monitor.

“This won’t be a long episode, hopefully” Joe said turning back to his screen and continuing the game.

You watched the game for a few minutes, voicing your opinion on what Joe should and shouldn't do but with either suggestion there was some kind of jump scare that you make you and Joe scream.

The game seemed to calm down a little bit and without the constant on edge feeling running through your veins, your eyes slowly drifted shut.

You felt a warm hand run across your face before you felt your body being lifted up and carried into a brighter room. You blinked your eyes open to find Joe carrying you up the dimly lit staircase to his bedroom.

He laid you down his bed before he left the room quickly, the flat getting darker before he reentered the room, closing the door behind him.

He stripped out of his clothes and crawled into bed beside you, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before pulling you closer to him.

“Thanks love.” He said as you nuzzled your face deeper against his chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Mhmm” You managed to get out as your eye drifted shut again.

“You know, you wouldn't have to keep coming over here late at night if you would just move in.”

“I wouldn't have to keep coming over here if you stopped playing scary games in the middle of the night.” You said opening your eyes and moving your head to look up at him.

The pout on Joe’s face made you let out a small laugh before you placed a kiss on his lips and nuzzled back into him.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow, I want to go back to sleep.” You yawned.

“Fine” He sighed as he kissed your head and allowed himself to calm down as he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of your breathing.

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canaryatlaw · 7 years

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So today was good, despite the fact that I spent a fair amount of time outside and it was FUCKING FREEZING out today. Seriously, have I mentioned how much I hate cold? Cuz I really, really do. Sigh. Anyway. Alarm went off, got ready and ate breakfast then went off to school. While on the train I checked my email to find a last minute email from my prof of the class I was going to saying she had food poisoning and couldn't come to class, but rest assured another LARC professor will take over and we still have to hand in our assignments. Oh well. Got off the train and saw Anthony outside in his normal spot which made me happy. I saw him briefly yesterday but I didn't have my school bag with me so I didn't have his present, which I had today. So I ran over to him and gave him the watch, and he was so happy and just like "God is so good, I was literally just saying I could really use a watch" which made me oh so happy to hear because I didn't know what to get him but decided on a watch for no real logical reason, but it was the right present, which made me smile. And I made sure I got one that has a ten year battery so he wouldn't have to worry about replacing it or anything. So that was definitely a bright spot of my day. Went up to class, turned in our papers and class started with our sub. I didn't think LARC could get any more boring this year, but apparently I was wrong, because this class was mind-numbingly painful. It was bad. Apparently our prof left us some exercises to get through using the bluebook and some research options, but the directions really weren't clear at all and like I knew the sub was not interpreting them the right way because it literally made zero sense, but I just had to sit there and be bored to death. It helped that we got into groups because not everybody has their bluebook with them, so at least there were two other people there to commiserate with. But yeah, it was bad. I was very happy when that was over. Left school and ran down the block to catch a bus, then up to planet fitness to get some workout in. I'm still like exploring the place and I was doing the arm and leg machines for a while, but I hadn't found anything for like abs and such which I was kind of annoyed about, but I did find them today! One of them was mostly fine though I think it might have aggravated my back (not that that's terribly hard to do). The other ended up being interesting though. It was like a bench thing on a slant with handles parallel to where your head was with weight attached so you pulled up while making like a sit up motion, not hard. Well. Lol. At first I like, couldn't get it at all, even on the like 10 pound lightest setting. But once I sat up a bit I was able to make it work, but it was like super intense ab workout which was good and I was happy about it, but after when I was on the exercise bike and they were still hurting I realized I probably overdid it a bit there, being that that's more or less the same area that I injured at the gym over the summer (prior to injuring my wrist there) from overextending myself. Whoops. Thankfully it hasn't bother me since so it must not have been too bad. Left after like 30 minutes on the exercise bike, and caught an "express" bus that goes up the east coast of Chicago (bordering on Lake Michigan) with very few stops which is great, but also means that it was crowded as fuck of course, so it was a bit of a squeeze. It didn't get me all that close to home, but there was an option to take another bus, and I was checking its arrival times as I was almost off the first one but it was another like 9 minutes out and it was fucking cold out, so I was like eh fuck it I'll walk. It was a few blocks further than my normal train walk, though about two blocks further north than the normal street I take (I could walk up and take this one, but I like walking through main street in my neighborhood, so I usually walk up the two blocks there). It wasn't terrible distance wise, but by the time I got home I was so fucking cold it wasn't cool at all. Ugh. So I made hot cocoa while fixing dinner, so that helped. I watched some minority report, stopping at various points to do different things, like make vanilla pudding because I wanted some and I make damn good vanilla pudding okay? Even when it has to chill for like, 3 hours afterwards. I was also looking at the mock trial problem. I scrolled down to the top and I was like oh it's a criminal case, good I'm on the defense because I just think like a defense attorney in a criminal context (probably a side effect of being the daughter of a criminal defense attorney) so I prefer to be on that side. But here's the kicker, I scroll down more and guess what the fucking charges are? Fucking aggravated child abuse. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???? Literally any other charge I would've been fine with, even murder, but fucking child abuse??? Fuck my life, man. So that's just another beautiful little irony of my life, lol. At another point, my dad called to tell me I got a federal jury summons after filling out the survey they asked me to, even though I included on there that I was living in Chicago (sigh)...but he's gonna take care of it because he knows everyone and can deal with stuff like that easily. He also told me he had spoken with the superintendent of my sister's school, who has apparently decided to continue being a fucking idiot and clearly doesn't know what on earth is good for him. Last we heard they said they were consulting a "title IX expert" which I immediately called bullshit on, because there's no way they would go to an actual title IX expert, they would go to some religious freedom person, and guess who was right?? They went to one of the Christian education legal organizations blah blah, and they apparently told them they're totally in the clear and they can do whatever they want which is also pure BULLSHIT, and I am so ready to destroy them at this point you have no fucking clue. They say the word, and I'll mobilize my forces and take them the fuck down, and I'll make sure everybody knows about it. I'm just so so so fed up with their elitist bullshit that is so ridiculously off base from anything Christianity could even claim to be. I've said it before, but if I wasn't 1000% sure God is real the actions of Christians definitely would've made me leave the church at this point. Thankfully I've been blessed by a wonderful physical church I can go to here and not have to worry about legalism and just bask in the love and glory of our God, but "the church" as a whole has been so incredibly discouraging to me. Don't even get me started on the whole refugee preference to Christians, I already went on a Facebook rant about it and I can probably go on for hours telling you everything that's wrong with it. I'm so fucking furious I can't even put it into words. Just....no. No. If you believe someone's life is worth more because they have the same belief system as you, I'm sorry but you are not following the same God as me. Not by a long shot. Like the bible is so explicitly clear about what our actions should be in these kinds of situations, and I'm just so, so grieved by everything that has transpired under the false banner of Christianity- false because while they may claim the name, they clearly know nothing of the gospel and it's many elements. Just....I could go on, but I think you get the point. Sigh. Anyway. I did also watch how to get away with murder, because apparently that came back yesterday, which I wasn't even aware of being I really don't give very many fucks about that show at this point. It was a decent enough episode, I've just never loved all of there drama as much as I loved the cases, mostly because there would be so much drama if they just STOPPED FUCKING KILLING PEOPLE but apparently that's asking too much. Poor Wes, you really did deserve better. It's obvious they're not gonna keep Annalise in prison for the rest of the season, so she'll probably be out soon. The rest was fine I guess, I was sad for Laurel to have to wake up to news like that after such an incredibly traumatic event, topped with the fact that she's pregnant with his baby....like, thats gotta suck. So it was okay I guess. I'm really over Frank as a character and all his shady shit. Anyway. I got through episode 9 of the minority report so there's only one episode left, and I feel like I'm not gonna get as satisfying an ending as I could've, like they were definitely setting up a plot that was supposed to take more than 10 episodes, but for whatever reason was limited to what they got. Oh well, it's been interesting enough for what it is, and Nick Zano is a hoot in it, his character is great. And yeah, that was my night and my eyes reallllly want to close now so I'm going to go do that. Goodnight friends. Happy weekend.

#daily journal #January 2017

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