#that fully matters more to them than you. and you know that nothing lasts forever.

[actual-changeling]

we do not talk enough about the moment right before crowley puts his sunglasses back on. the "nothing lasts forever" is devastating and if you're like me your eyes were so full of tears you couldn't see the screen the first time you watched it (just like crowley, look at us all twinning in sadness!).

there is a shift that happens in his eyes and i think it is absolutely fascinating and heartbreaking at the same time.

we begin with crowley averting his gaze from aziraphale's face and staring off into the distance instead, and you can see his spirit break. that crowley just lost the one thing in the world he cannot live without and we can see it written across his face like a neon sign.

then, as you'd expect, he gives into the need to cover up his pain, to try and make himself less vulnerable, and even before he lifts his glasses he looks down so aziraphale can no longer see his eyes.

now, the next part is what would not let me out of its grasp all day. we know it happens because of his demeanour afterwards and up until the kiss, but you can actually watch as crowley makes himself numb to the world.

i am intimately familiar with dissociation as a trauma and stress response, and while you can never fully control it, you do eventually find the switch in your mind that makes you snap back into the haze. crowley has had six thousand years to get really, really good at leaving reality behind when he needs and/or wants to.

that's exactly what he does.

he still looks sad, and yet there's just something distinctly distant in his eyes, the shift from openly heartbroken to "i don't want to feel any of this let me leave".

glasses? on

emotions? off

hotel? trivago

i have stared at those four frames more than any person probably should and i don't know if it's the light, if i am going insane, or if there is a single tear sliding out of his right (our left) eye. i'm probably insane and the light is a bitch so if anyone has some high resolution shots or anything that could answer that question without a doubt PLEASE do add it.

by now you are probably ready to threaten me with a knife in a dark alley but before you do that or drive your car off a cliff, let me tell you the best part:

aziraphale notices.

they might be communicating on two different frequencies but aziraphale knows crowley. he knows and loves him, and, most importantly, over the last few years he has gotten used to seeing crowley without his glasses. aziraphale could probably write a book on the expressions in his eyes alone and watches that shift happen and is devastated.

look.

he tries to make himself hope the same second, tries to convince himself crowley is putting on his glasses so they can leave together, but he knows.

aziraphale sees the light leave crowley's eyes, sees crowley leave, knowing that he is quite literally running away from him. you and me against the world, angel, but in that moment crowley firmly pushes him back to "the world" (or tries to, anyway).

the entire season we see crowley take off his glasses whenever he enters the bookshop to the point where he's running around without them on in broad daylight with jimbriel right there.

can you imagine how hurt and confused aziraphale must be?

because what crowley is telling him, if we really, really break it down, is that aziraphale is no longer a safe person for him. and repairing that trust is going to take time and work, no matter how much crowley loves him, how badly they love and need each other.

anyway to seal this off and really rub in the pain - how it started vs. how it ended. <3

oh one last thing: now crowley no longer has a single person he can be himself around, no one that knows him, no one he trusts. no one in whose presence he can take his glasses off.

and outside of the bentley and his own flat, he no longer has a place to do so either. the bookshop was theirs. with aziraphale gone, is it really a safe place anymore? is it somewhere he can just let himself be knowing he will be looked after and protected?

easy answer: no.

alright, off i go. see y'all on the next angst post or in the tags.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

Everyone from babies to young adults suddenly disappears from Amity Park, and the ghost portal self-destructs as well. The GIW and the Fentons obviously come to the conclusion that it’s ghosts but realize that this issue is way bigger than they can handle, so they call in the big guns, The Justice League.

Of course, they don’t tell the Justice League everything when they come. No matter how much they thought themselves to be heroes, they were simply glorified police in spandex. And with how they operate, they are all too small-minded and won’t be able to see the bigger picture. They also knew fully well that a lot of their methods weren’t even remotely close to being morally or ethically right, and if the JL found out, they would be screwed. So they simply told them enough to get them on their side. 

Besides, how could they not help with how many people were missing? This was going to be easy.

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The Justice League didn’t trust the GIW. Something about them was just off. But so many missing people were on the line, so many kids! 

Ghost?

Should they call in the JLD?

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Jason knew something was off with Crime Ally.

Nothing was wrong per se. In fact, everything was going great. Crime was at its lowest in like… forever. The general atmosphere was more calm, if not a bit chilly. He himself was calmer. And there were fewer kids on the streets. Which would have been a good thing if this wasn’t fuckin’ CRIME ALLY!

Jason’s been stressing himself out, trying to find out what was going on. He’s been searching up and down, talking to people left and right. No one was reporting anything amiss. Some even told him that they still saw the kids walking around, though not as often as before. And they also looked like they were being well taken care of.

He even saw and talked to some of the kids himself and it was the truth. 

But when he asked where they went, they only laughed and ran away from him. Shouting that he would know soon before they disappeared around the corner. At this point, he was sufficiently freaked out and was so close to getting Batman to contact the JLD, but something told him otherwise.

A few days later Jason was in bed. He had ended patrol early that night and intended to get a full eight hours if he could.

But as fate would have it, he would not. Because just before he could hit the hay he heard it. Well, felt it would be more accurate but how could you feel a siren’s song? Pulling you? Drawing you in. Telling you that it would give you your deepest desire.

He didn’t even bother to suit back up into Red Hood. He just followed it. Followed and followed, Until he got to a dead-end alleyway. But there was no ‘end’. All there was, was darkness. 

He began to get skeptical and took a few steps back. But the feeling was still there. Pulling, telling that all of his answers were in that darkness. Everything he wanted, needed, awaited beyond it. 

He did the stupid thing and went into the darkness.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the feeling of walking through thick goop. But the feeling didn’t last long, and he eventually stepped out.

Again, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. 

Kids running around without a care in the world, unrestricted. Teenagers just hanging out and being kids too. Whatever adults he saw all looked pretty young, but they were all happy. 

He looked around and noticed that it looked like a weird mix between a suburb and a night market, but it worked quite well. The stalls were all unmanned, and it seemed whoever could just take whatever they wanted. Dim but pretty lights connected all the stalls to as far as his eyes could see. And the sky.

In Gotham, there’s so much smog and bad weather you’d be lucky to even see a piece of blue during the day so no wonder people often forget about the night. But this, the night sky wherever he was, was beautiful, beyond what words and even thoughts could convey.

“Hello, Mr. Red Hood.”

Jason jumped. Was he so out of it that he didn’t even notice someone coming up behind-

Forget what he just said about the sky. The woman right here that was now standing before him? She- She-

“Are you single?”

There was silence. Then she giggled. Guess Jason didn’t need his helmet huh? His face was enough.

He also wanted to die again but hey, at least she laughed!

[ayenah-ayenah]

U ever just sit down and think— oh what a great love story Good Omens is.

Adam, the antichrist himself, loved his parents, his *real* parents, the ones that loved and raised him. He denied his destiny bc he knew what love is, and it isn't whatever the fck Satan is to him. He loved his friends, his family, and the world— love altered reality.

Beelzebub and Gabriel found each other. An angel and a demon who has known nothing but to obey what they thought they were made for. Choosing sides was their thing, but now, they found something worth more than that. They fell in love and suddenly, nothing else but them made sense.

Then, there's Nina and Maggie, defining a love that is new, and exciting, and difficult— makes you wonder if it would be worth it. In the end, Nina needs to heal and Maggie swears to wait. And I just wonder if it would work. I wonder if they'll be able to fall in love with each other, without outside forces pushing them together. Will they find their way to each other? But I think of Good Omens and I remember, it's a love story, so, maybe, they will.

Finally, there's Aziraphale and Crowley— the old love. Azi & Crow stopped Armageddon bc they love the world, and each other.

I keep thinking about their love, the way they reciprocate it so well.

S1, "Even if this all ends up in a pile of burning goo, we can go off together," that line made proof of Crowley's love, and it was directed to Aziraphale. He didn't need Heaven nor Hell, and he loves Earth, but when he said that line, that was him declaring that if they can't save Earth, then it doesn't matter— as long as Aziraphale is with him. That's his love, his truth, and it's them, Aziraphale and Crowley together.

Then, s2 (one of many reasons I love s2), Aziraphale proved to reciprocate Crowley's sentiment. "Nothing lasts forever," he said. He loved Earth, the bookshop was proof of this, he made a life for himself on Earth out of love. But, all that, meant little compared to Crowley. Aziraphale has been disobeying Heaven for as long as we have all witnessed, and he wouldn't have stopped Armageddon if he didn't know any better. And yet, here he is, willing to leave the life he's built on Earth with humanity, to be in Heaven with Crowley.

Aziraphale has been loyal, to the best of his ability, towards Heaven. He believed in the ineffable plan, but look at him now, going back to Heaven fully determined to change it because he knows that it will never be safe for them to be together unless they fix this. Heaven and Hell will always want their war, and unless they do something about it, it's not going to be a happily ever after for Aziraphale and Crowley.

And Crowley was hurt, has felt abandoned, and rejected. Because he just wants to grab Aziraphale and escape, but Aziraphale walked away.

And Aziraphale, too, was hurt, has felt abandoned, and rejected. He wanted to work on their happily ever after together, but Crowley walked away.

And after watching to the end, I wondered if they would work, if they would find each other again. But this is Good Omens, it's a love story, and in this love story, Aziraphale and Crowley have always been able to find each other.

And it's amazing. I have been thinking of love everytime I watch Good Omens. It just radiates so much love.

[yunjardi]

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy!jake × fem!reader]

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[!!chapter warnings!!: smut [mdni], angst, some fluff?, DADDY KINK, overstimulation, unprotected sex, reader gets lifted up, smoking weed, arguing, crying, mentions of food, mentions of toxic family (!!!) lmk if i missed anything!]

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chapter 15: lipstick stains

upon arriving home from the japan trip, you gave perry some extra food whilst telling him how much fun you had as if he was listening to your rambling. traveling is fun and all, but nothing beats the feeling of being able to take a shower in the comfort of your home before climbing into your own bed. really the only downside to coming back from a few days off is the work shifts you have to make up. good thing you had an earlier than usual shift; earlier shifts mean you'll have more free time later in the day when things get really busy.

it was quick for you to doze off considering that you had such an eventful few days and now you were thinking about working. but before you could fully fall asleep, you remembered to text jake. you knew he'd worry if you didn't text him at least once before you went to bed.

your tummy filled with butterflies from simply texting the guy, so you could only imagine how much more excited you'll be to see him.

an uneasiness crept up on you while you read the texts over and over again.

why did he speak to you as if he's your boyfriend?

why is he always so affectionate?

'whatever, it doesn't matter, i'll just sleep,' you forced yourself to stop thinking about it in order to get to sleep.

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you woke up at the ripe hour of 3PM in the afternoon which left you with only about an hour and a half to get ready for your shift. springing out of bed, you ran to begin getting ready.

since it was your first day back, you wanted to look extra appealing to the customers because tips are always appreciated, right?

you made sure to put on a bit of makeup to hide the fact that you'd woken up so late, and you headed off to the bar.

the bar had become a bit of an anxiety trigger ever since that girl came around, but you came to realize that she was probably just trying to start some shit because she was most likely bored. you were there to work and nothing else; she just happened to get in your way. 

before you could even get to the break room to put your personal belongings in your locker, an excited yeji engulfed you in a tight hug.

"ah, it feels like forever since i last worked a shift with you! innie and i missed you so bad while you were away with your little boyfie in japan!" yeji blabbed excitedly while you two were still hugging, "innie was all sulky because he was stuck with me the whole time ha! you already know how i like to annoy him on purpose."

it made you feel genuine joy to know that your friends were at home waiting for you to come back. you decided to wait until you could all meet up to give them souvenirs that you bought them.

"i never wanna leave you guys again," you remarked as you two broke the hug to begin your shift. yeji nodded in agreement while you guys made sure your outfits were in check before heading out.

the feeling of mixing drinks again felt oddly comforting. after all, it's all you used to do before jake came around; taking care of your customers was something that was important to you because it was once your main source of income. but now that jake was in your life, you didn't have to worry too much about how many tips you made, though it still boosted your confidence to see stacks of cash being given to you.

secretly, you'd been saving up all your tips to get jake a nice gift as a way to thank him for everything. sex was still somewhat a way to 'thank him,' but your heart wanted to make something truly meaningful for some reason. you also didn't want to use jake's money to buy a gift that's for him, so that was a reason to work harder.

your plan was to buy a designer white, long-sleeve button up shirt and make a recreation of the iconic maison margiela kiss-mark shirt. you thought of buying him an original one, but 1. there are only a few in the entire world, and 2. it's a crazy expensive piece of clothing. but it's more personalized and truly one of a kind if you remade it yourself, so you were trying to earn and save as many tips as you possibly could. your backup plan if you didn't have enough money was to make him some sort of baked good that was decorated to say something not-so pg-13 as a little joke. you felt more driven to put even higher quality work into your job because of this. you almost didn't want your shift to end because you were hungry for as many tips you could get. plus, you were having a great workday since no one who's previously messed with you during a shift has shown up.

when the time came for your workday to end, you eagerly walked back into the staff lounge to gather your belongings and head home to count up your money. you hoped and prayed that you could slide by with the money you'd earned.

you wanted to give something, even if it wasn't much, back to him for giving you what you feel you didn't deserve. you always believed that he could put his time, money, and energy into someone or something else, but after he told you that he chose you, you couldn't help but feel guilty for the times you pushed him away, for the times you didn't trust him because you barely trust anyone.

'i want to prove myself to you,' you thought to yourself as you walked to the bus stop, 'i need and want to trust you.'

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the bus ride felt so long which made you even more antsy to get home, but you were more than happy to hop off the bus and speed-walk to your place.

you barged into your house, locking the door behind you before busting into your room to quickly count up your money. if you had enough, you were immediately going out to get the materials you needed so that you could finish tonight and give him his gift the next day.

your heart beat got faster as you realized that you had more than enough money to get everything you needed for your project and some supplies to bake something for him as well as an extra surprise. letting out an excited squeal, you quickly changed out of your work clothes to speed to the shopping center that was closing in an hour and a half.

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you swore that your heart rate hadn't slowed down until you got back home from the shops, hands full of everything you needed to begin making your gifts for jake.

you decided to mix the ingredients for a tray of brownies and put it in the oven so that you had enough time to complete the shirt just in time for the brownies to be baked. you managed to quickly get everything in the oven and began prepping the shirt soon after.

laying out the (outrageously overpriced) white gucci long-sleeve button up on the clean counter, you applied a shade of red lipstick that jake had bought you and began meticulously placing gently kiss marks on the top part of the shirt. it was, surprisingly, turning out better than you anticipated. once the lipstick was set, you took out some fabric paint you bought from the store to touch up the kiss marks, afterwards putting paint sealing solution onto all the kiss marks to further protect them.

as if the timing was perfect, you heard the oven beep. you hung the shirt up in your bedroom before placing the warm brownies on the counter to cool down. you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you imagined what jake's reaction may be to your gifts, especially the brownies.

once they were cool enough, you spelt out 'i love ur huge dick' in chocolate letters as a joke. you knew jake would have a good laugh before eating them. placing the finished brownies in a clear plastic container, you put them aside to begin packaging the shirt in a flat box.

there was one last touch to the gift that you'd been meaning to do for a little while.

you dug out a small ring box and placed a spare key to your house inside it. you figured that he deserved to have one considering how much he took care of you. plus, everyone, 'everyone' meaning yeji and jeongin, who you'd trust with your life had one, therefore it'd be fitting if jake had one.

placing the dainty little ring box inside the same box that contained the shirt, you sealed it so it was ready for you to take to his house the next day.

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the next day came quickly, and you hopped out of bed to gussy up before calling a taxi to head to his place since it'd be quicker to do it that way than if you were to go on the underground train.

you wore a cute, short, pleated white skirt paired with a black and white prada cardigan, white knee-high stockings, and some simple black prada heels to tie the outfit together. you wanted to look pretty for jake since you were showing up to his place unannounced.

the taxi ride to his place was quite long considering that he lived on the opposite side of the city, the city being heavily divided by social class, but it was interesting to look around at the other houses.

finally, you arrived outside the gate of jake's house, typing in the security code that jake gave you to open the gate. now, you had to practically trek across his extravagant front yard and circular driveway just to get to the damn front door. the walk you had to take throughout the front yard felt longer than the taxi ride.

you reached out to ring the doorbell, hearing it echo through the house from outside. since jake's ahem- mansion was quite large, you always expected to wait a minute before he actually came to let you in; it was honestly painfully awkward to just stand there. finally, you heard the door unlock, and you were greeted by a shirtless jake clad in only joggers and a small towel around his nape. you also could help but notice that his hair was now a shade of brown which made you laugh do yourself because of how you made fun of him about doing bald. regardless, his image was making you blush.

"oh, princess," jake said with surprise in his tone, "i didn't expect you to come this early in the day." he smiled sheepishly as he witnessed the shock in your face from seeing him shirtless as if you hadn't seen him in this state a million times. "well, i came early because i brought gifts!" you smiled at jake as he guided you inside, his hand on your lower back. "that reminds me," jake smiled, "i have something for you as well." you couldn't help but become shy at the thought of jake getting you a gift even though he does it literally all the time.

once you got into his main lounge area, you set the clear brownie container and the gift box side by side on his coffee table. jake hovered over the container to read the little message you left on the brownie slab, his giggle turning into his signature laugh. jake moved toward you, hugging you from behind.

"well, if you love it so much, why don't you fuck it?" jake asked you teasingly, gently biting and kissing your neck. "now?" you asked with wide eyes to which jake responded with a hum, the feeling of jake's hard becoming prominent against your back. "if you say so," you shrugged, trying to tease him by seeming nonchalant.

jake moved onto one side of the couch, tossing the towel that was once around his nape onto the table whilst inviting you to sit on his lap.

he pulled you into a messy kiss as you began to grind your hips down hard against his, jake feeling the soft moans you were letting out against his lips.

without breaking the kiss, jake managed to get you out of your clothes, besides your knee high stockings which jake found incredibly sexy, and have you grinding on his bulge. you moved your hands to pull his joggers and boxers off, still as impressed as ever at the sight of his cock. pushing your hips toward him, you took hold of his member and put it against your lower stomach, admiring how deep his cock would be buried inside you. seeing you 'measure' how deep he would be turned him on even more, which he didn't even think was possible considering the fact that he's already fully hard and hot and bothered.

jake quickly lifted your hips, impatient and wanting to be inside you. feeling his thick tip pass through the first few inches of your entrance made you go insane, your walls already tightening around jake's cock. "it barely fits yet you still take every inch so well, princess," jake praised, "now be a good girl and start moving for me, okay?" you nodded in compliance as you gently lifted your hips and collided into his, jake letting out a satisfied groan. jake was so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him all the way in your stomach.

he let you bounce on his cock, adoring how cute you were while moaning as you fell into spells of pleasure. "fuck," you let out a whiny moan, biting your lip gently afterward, "you feel so good, jakey. it's so deep inside me." jake smirked at the way he could feel your thighs gently trembling on top of his, knowing that you were falling apart over his dick.

at this point in time, jake was fully just thinking with his dick which led him to swiftly get up off the couch, still holding you, and begin fucking you while standing up.

your eyes were rolling back as you moaned loudly for him. you were so overtaken by pleasure that you couldn't even let him know that you were about to cum. the feeling of your cum running down jake's hard-on had him fucking you harder, faster. even after all this time, jake's stamina still takes you by surprise. no one could ever do it like jake; he's the only one who could make you go this crazy.

jake soon brought you back to the couch, still not finished with you. he roughly turned you around so that you were facing away from him and made sure you were comfortable before shoving himself back inside you. you let out a loud moan at the sensation before jake began thrusting into you from below, his hands running all over your body yet still keeping you steady at the same time. you, once again, found yourself cumming all over his cock without warning, your orgasm washing over you in waves. "mmm fuck," you whined out, still being stuffed with jake's member, "that feels so good, daddy."

not long after you, jake's orgasm also took over him, hot ropes of cum spurting into you as you tried to catch your breath. it was probably one of the craziest orgasms jake has ever had.

still quietly panting, you let jake pull out so that you could plop down on the couch next to him.

"you're fucking insane, you know that?" you asked with a light laugh once your breathing slowed down. "only because of you, you know that?" jake countered your comment, nudging you on the shoulder playfully before standing up to retrieve some wet wipes from one of the bathrooms so that you two could clean up.

"here, i'll go upstairs and get us some clothes," jake smiled at you as you now tried to hide your body away as if he hasn't seen it a million times already, "if we don't cover up soon, we'll probably end up fucking again." jake joked and let out a laugh, though you both knew his statement was fully true. taking his discarded sweatpants with him, he headed upstairs to his bedroom to fetch some clothes.

you took that time to put your underwear and bra back on before jake came back downstairs. after all, it was kinda starting to feel weird just sitting fully naked in his mansion that had huge windows off to the side from where you were sitting.

soon, jake came back fully dressed and holding out something for you to put on: one of his short-sleeve shirts, a pair of your leggings, and those mid-calf nike socks that you thought were obscurely over priced for just a pack of 4 (but you had to admit that you loved them).

"ah, i forgot your gift," jake sighed as he remembered that he'd left the gift he had for you all the way upstairs, "wait right here, i'm gonna wrap it real nice since it's still up there." he flashed his cheeky yet shy smile, slightly embarrassed that he had 1. forgotten it and 2. hadn't even packaged it yet. "you're silly," you laughed as jake dragged his socks on the marble floors to get back over to the stairs.

you took it upon yourself to get up and go place your gifts for jake over on the kitchen counter since the brownies seemed out of place just sitting on the coffee table. picking up the brownie container and gift box, you headed over to the kitchen to place them both on the counter.

glancing off to the side, you noticed two glass cups next to each other. of course, you wouldn't have thought much of it because why would you, but you couldn't help but notice that one of the cups' rims had faint traces of red lipstick on it.

suddenly, your stomach felt sick. you couldn't tell if you were upset or angry. all you knew was that you wanted to get the hell out of his house.

you sped over to the coffee table, swiftly retrieving your bag and walking into the foyer where you put on a pair of sneakers, that you usually left at his house, and walked out the door.

you didn't slam his door per se, but you closed the door loud enough to make it known that you were leaving.

quickly, you dashed down his driveway and front yard, making it outside of the gate before hailing a cab to take you home.

it took everything in your power to not start crying in the taxi, your phone now ringing off the hook with multiple calls and texts from jake wondering where the hell you ran off to.

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"yeah, and n-now i f-feel h-horrible," you blubbered to yeji over the phone after explaining the situation and how you made the gift yourself only to be confronted by lipstick stains from someone else, "i literally d-don't even w-wanna think about h-him. god, i could puke right n-now." you sniffled loudly and blowed your nose into a tissue. "my sweet y/n," yeji sighed softly, genuinely feeling for you, "i know, i know, let it all out. heck, you could even scream at me if you want to. but seriously, he's such a jerk for that." yeji continued to listen to all the little things you had to say whilst she tried her best to cheer you up.

yeji was really the only other girl you had in your life besides literally yourself. you knew that you couldn't lean on any other woman for issues like this; especially not your mom for because she's on another level of asshole-ness, you didn't talk to your siblings either, your sisters in specific who you could really use right now, at all, so without yeji, you'd probably be doomed when it came to stuff like this.

"honestly," you sniffled, "...i feel like smoking weed right now." yeji couldn't help but chuckle at you. "go ahead, girl, just be safe or you'll get it from me" yeji joked from the other line, "anyways, you know exactly who to call for that stuff."

after hanging up the phone with yeji, you went straight to your contacts, calling someone else up while trying your hardest to avoid all of the missed calls and texts from jake.

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"hey, yeonjun."

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knock, knock, knock.

you sprung up from your bed upon hearing the knocks at the door.

looks like yeonjun is finally here.

you opened the door and were greeted by his sly smile as usual.

you offered him to stay the night since you two would be getting high together, and you didn't want him driving home whilst not being sober. he, of course, jumped at the opportunity.

"hey, it's been a little while," you laughed quietly as he pulled you into a hug, "thanks for showing up on such short notice."

"oh, it's no problem, really," yeonjun shrugged with a chuckle, "now that university is over, i have nothing else to do."

you led him over to your room so that he could set his bag down and get everything ready. he made sure to bring some food over as well since weed tends to make you hungry. yeonjun may seem like the type of guy to just go over to a girl's house and not think about anything but getting some action, but he cared deep down.

both of you sat on the couch, and yeonjun got everything ready for you two to start smoking.

you let him take the first hit, watching him inhale deeply before letting the smoke pass through his pretty lips.

they weren't as pretty as jake's, though.

passing the blunt over to you, he let you take a hit before he pulled you closer and put his arm around your shoulder.

"you don't look the way you usually do," yeonjun pointed out, "there's something wrong, isn't there?" you sighed out after your next hit, nodding in defeat as you rested your head on his arm. "do you wanna talk about it, beautiful? a pretty girl like you should always be smiling," yeonjun asked, not forgetting to add a dash of flirting as he usually did.

"do you remember jake?" you asked as you passed the blunt to him, him nodding before taking a hit, "i think he's seeing someone else at the same time as we're having a... thing, if you can even call it that. i went to his place earlier today to bring him some gifts that i made him the night prior as a surprise, and i saw that he had two cups in his sink, one of them stained with dark red lipstick. it made me feel shitty, so i decided to leave without saying a word to him." you explained between the passing of the almost gone blunt which prompted yeonjun to get up and prepare his bong to smoke from.

"bro is a fucking sleaze, seriously. and i'm not just saying that to make you feel better, i'm saying it because i think you deserve someone who won't lead you on like that. please don't think that you're at fault for being upset," yeonjun reassured you, putting his arm around you again and letting you fall into him after taking another deep inhale of weed, "god, he's a fucking dick for that."

you couldn't help but let a few tears roll down your face as you opened up to him about what happened. you weren't even particularly close to yeonjun, but he just felt so trustworthy. were those thoughts maybe a side effect from being high? possibly. did you really care? nope. you just needed to get everything off your chest.

"please don't cry," yeonjun said upon feeling his shirt become wet with tears, "he is not worth it. guys aren't supposed to leave women in tears like this. remember that, okay?" you nodded as yeonjun helped you dry your tears.

at this point, you couldn't even keep count of how many hits of weed you'd taken. all you knew right now is that you were overcome with intense sadness, barely being able to stop your tears as yeonjun hugged you tight, his sweet cologne tickling your nose.

you were so out of it from your emotions paired with weed that you didn't even notice how quickly you drifted off to sleep.

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waking up, you didn't expect to feel your mattress underneath you. you got up and peered out your open door, seeing yeonjun fast asleep on your couch with a cozy blanket and pillow underneath his head.

quietly, you snuck over to your bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror and staring at how shitfaced you looked from smoking all night. you decided to brush your teeth, wash your face, and fix your hair a bit to see if it'd make you feel better.

you suddenly heard the bathroom door creak open, seeing yeonjun's reflection in the mirror.

"oops, i didn't even think of knocking," he looked down sheepishly. "don't worry about it," you chuckled in response, "i was just on my way out anyway. wanna go out to get breakfast or something?" yeonjun nodded, already beginning to brush his teeth. you smiled at him before walking out of the bathroom to give him privacy.

while you were waiting on him, you decided to plop onto your bed and check your phone.

the calls and texts from jake were reaching the hundreds at this point. from what you could see, he'd been texting you almost all night.

you felt your stomach tie itself into a knot. you slid your phone to the other side of the bed and lied down, pretending to sleep so that yeonjun would leave you be once he got out of the bathroom.

you felt like sobbing your eyes out.

you hadn't gotten texts like these since you left home all those years ago.

shutting your eyes tightly, you tried to think about something else, anything else, but you simply couldn't.

the bathroom door creaked open, yeonjun walking out and spotting you on your bed. he figured that you went back to sleep and decided to chill on the couch until you "woke up."

suddenly, you heard a weird noise that startled you a bit, but you decided to ignore it until you heard the door open.

your soul fully sunk through your body. you forgot that you gave jake a spare key.

"and what do you think you're doing here?" you heard jake's deep aussie accent question yeonjun as you gulped. "i should be the one asking you that question," yeonjun argued back, "y/n? are you awake? we've got some company."

you had to bite the bullet, you had to. you crept out of your room, seeing jake and yeonjun staring at each other with fury in their eyes.

"jake, what are you doing here..." you sighed out as you looked down. jake ran toward you, relieved that you were safe. he reached over to pull you into an embrace which you rejected. jake swore the world stopped spinning when you moved yourself away from it; you'd never done something that...cold.

"uh, s-should i leave?" yeonjun asked awkwardly though still worried. "i advise you do," jake replied to him immediately. "don't talk to my friends like that..." you glared at him, causing him to stiffen.

"okay, i'll go," yeonjun sighed as he walked over to grab his backpack off the floor, "but if i hear that you put your hands on her, you're done for; i'll fuck you up, remember that." before he walked out the door, made sure to mouth 'be safe' to you.

"what the fuck, jake?!" you yelled out once the door was shut, "you didn't have to be aggressive with him! h-he was just helping me with something." it wasn't a complete lie.

"if anything, i should be asking you 'what the fuck!' you literally haven't contacted me since you abruptly left my house yesterday evening no matter how many times i messaged and called you! you had me worried sick! what the hell is going on?! was he here all night? is that why you didn't talk to me? did i interrupt your little fling?" jake rebuttaled.

"you're one to talk about having a little fling," you said under your breath before going off, "you're the one having girls over at your house one after another! you probably dyed your hair for her too... you were probably shirtless and fresh out of the shower because you had something going on before i got there, huh? you're lucky she left before i got there, right? she would've been so upset to see another girl over, wouldn't she? i saw that lipstick stained cup, jake, and i'm absolutely over it. i'm not just gonna sit here and act like i'm fine with this because i'm not."

jake sighed in frustration as he put his forehead on one of his hands. "look, it's seriously not what you think-"

"don't waste your breath. get out, get out and go back to her. what you do is none of my business; i don't give a fuck anymore."

"y/n, fucking listen to me, okay?!"

you flinched at the way he raised his voice. for the second time today, you were brought back to when you were still living with your shitty family. the yelling was getting to be too much, and you were trying your hardest to conceal the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes.

jake noticed how your body seemed to stiffen at how he was talking to you, and he felt horrible about it, but it was the only way you'd listen; he knew you well.

"that girl who was at my house prior to you coming over was the same girl who'd been harassing you at work. she came over unannounced to whine and question why i took you with me to japan instead of her, and i explained everything to her. i kindly asked her to butt out and which only made her angrier. she's trying to get between us, and i don't know what else to do but wait things out and hope she eventually leaves us alone and-"

"if i'm you're "everything," then why are you having such a hard time being assertive toward her? i trusted you, jake... i thought you actually cared, but it seems like you don't anymore."

so much for wanting to trust him, right?

jake's eyes widened in shock at the sudden realization that you heard him say that you're his everything when you guys were back in japan.

"w-wait, you heard that?" jake asked.

"wow, is that really what you're worried about right now? the fact that i heard you lie?"

"i wasn't lying! y/n, please stop being like this. i was serious then, and i'm still serious now. please don't cry."

you honestly didn't even realize you began crying until he pointed it out. frantically, you wiped your tears in embarrassment.

"h-how do y-you expect me t-to believe y-you?" you hiccuped through your tears, "j-just admit t-that y-you don't c-care about m-me." you fully sobbed your eyes out in front of him, your emotions making your body physically weak.

"y/n," jake's voice broke as tears rolled down his cheeks, "i-i just- i really care about you. fuck it, y/n, i can't take it anymore-

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i love you..."

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[yoke9494]

💋 Interrupted. (Shinichiro/F.reader)

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Like the title says...

*Short interrupted smut.

*Mikey is a sweetheart who doesn't know any better yet... or does he?

*Lotta babbling... sorry!

*if spelling/grammar mistakes bother you. Don't read if it does. ♥️

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6:25 am....

The kids needed to be up by 7.. School by 8:30. Mikey needed to be fed and Emma's hair needed to be braided by ONLY YOU. She claimed her brother never did it right..

Shin was great at alot of things. For one, he was the best boyfriend in the world, err-- well, in your eyes he was.

Protective and caring, that type of goofy that made your heart jump. So sweet and--

Your fingers dig into Shins hair and pulled. Back arching off his bed, teeth biting down on the larger palm that kept you quiet.

You could feel your boyfriend smirking up at you from between your legs. His other hand keeping one thigh open enough as you tried to shut them.

Your breathing ragged while Shins tongue still swirled around your clit. Only slowing down to let your high slightly settle. Once your thighs stopped shaking your poor abused bud found its way back into his mouth. He'd switch from flicking his tongue against it to slowly sucking. Lightly grazing you with his teeth the second you took your eye off of him.

But you couldn't keep them on him forever... No matter how beautiful he looked between your legs. Your voice was shaky and weak, Muffled by his palm. "Shin stop. We need to get up already."

You nearly whined when he let go of your bud with a wet *pop*. This was what you wanted right? Why did your breath hitch and your pussy throb when Shin finally showed you more than just his eyes.

You wanted him so bad...

Lidded eyes and pupils fully blown. The bottom half of his face covered in your cum and his spit... it rolled down his neck and didn't seem to bother him one bit.. it never did.

"Don't worry baby. We have plenty of time."

What did he mean? What was he doing? And why weren't you stopping him?

That goofy smile of his when your thighs opened wider as he crawled up from his spot. You bit your lip to keep you from making too much noise while Shin left small wet kisses on your body. Your hand is now taking over his previous job at keeping you quiet, while both his hands palmed your chest.

There was plenty of time! But the way you liked to be organized and early... Well, your brain kept telling you there wasn't... So what were you doing?

Your hands shot up to Shin's chest to try and hold him back. But your hips rose and grinded against his length. He stared down at you while you used him to get yourself off. His cock wet and slippery as it rubbed between your puffy lips. He could cum just like this-- he has! And he loved nothing more than making you a mess with his release. Painting you with his-- He shook his head, thinking like that always made his heart jump. Because it always reminded him that you were his and only his.

But that's not what he wanted to do today. He wanted to claim you a different way-- He wanted himself deep inside, He wanted to..

A hiss left his mouth when his head slipped onto your entrance. Your soft warm hand wrapped around his length as you guided him in.

He guessed he took too long teasing you, he wanted to a little more but damn you felt so good. You taking control from under him turned him on to no end..

He wanted to be romantic in a way. Whisper sweet nothings into your ear while he fucked you nice n' slow.

But the way your warm walls sucked him in and pulsed around his cock. He completely lost it..

Shoving the rest of his dick into you had him groaning into your neck. Your body shook from the pleasure and pain.

He wasn't going to last long and neither were you. Looks like this was going to be a quick one.. it's okay he'd try to be sweet and shit again later...

You both were so loud and he didn't care. The wet slap of each thrust nearly drowning out both your noises.

It hurt so much but you loved it. The way Shins tip bullied your cervix. He rubbed against the sweet spot deep inside you just right.

You just needed a little more to get there. And Shin knew this..

Pulling himself back a bit to let his thumb touch with your clit as he pounded into you. His free hand finding it's way to your neck. He lightly squeezed-- just enough for you to feel slightly lightheaded. The warm feeling in your stomach getting hotter.

Your nails big into his forearm. Eye watering as the damn in your stomach began to break. You moaned his name like a prayer and it only fuled him to fuck into you faster, to put more pressure on your pretty little neck and puffy wet clit..

Your walls squeezed him so tight. He needed to fight his way back in..

Both your eyes rolling back---

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"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!! GET OFF OF HER ASSHOLE!"

Like the comical slow motion scenes you see on movies...

Mikeys little foot came in contract with Shins head. Your poor boyfriend was stunned as his body rolled off of you and onto the floor. Taking the sheet (that was thankfully covering both your bodies) with him.

You covered yourself with a pillow at lightning speed. (Kachow!... sorry.) You gasped when Mikey flew over the bed to get to Shin on the floor. His little cowlick swaying as he kept trying to hit Shin. (You could never get that piece of hair to stay down!)

..... Oh right! Shin!

You grabbed the nearest clothing off of the floor. That being Shins boxers and your night shirt. You grabbed onto the small blond. "MIKEY! stop!"

He shook his head and kicked at Shin one more time. "No! He was trying to kill you! You're not supposed to lay a hand on a woman remember!! You taught me that!-- you both did! He was choking you!"

Shin was on the floor laughing. What could he do? One this was embarrassing, Two he was proud of Mikey, remembering to never hurt a woman and trying to protect you. It hurt like hell getting roundhoused by Mikey but it was sweet? He couldn't really be mad.. But he was a bit?.

One, the little shit ruined both your orgasms. And two, Mikey was getting a little too touchy right now.

Shin furrowed his brows when Mikey wrapped his noodle arms around your thigh. Digging his face into your stomach and whining. "Y/nnn. I'm hungry."

Oh hell no..

You coo'd at Mikey's fake ass pout. Shin couldn't believe it! He was the one on the floor with a bump on his head. Where was his love at?

You lead Mikey out of the room as the little guy talked about what he wanted to breakfast. You peaked over your shoulder and your pouting boyfriend as he slowly got up and tried to find the boxers you had on. When his eyes landed on you you mouthed the words "sorry." And "I love you."

Mikey pulled you away while he glared at Shin. That little shit.. He planned this!

Shin could hear all the commotion going on in the kitchen. Mikey talking your ear off, Emma asking what color ties she should wear today. Your pretty voice wrangling them so easily.

Shin smiled to himself as he sat on the bed. His eyes traveling over to his nightstand. He opened the small drawer and look out a small black box. He blinked at the ring he had been saving up for. How beautiful it would look on your finger when you said "Yes"... He prayed you'd say yes..

Yeah, this morning didn't go as planned. But again.. He'd try that mushy romantic shit later. Maybe the little cockblocks he loves so much can help this time?

[moris-auri]

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

beta reader; @bottlesandbarricades ILY 💕💕💕

Pairing: Billy Washington x female reader (she/her)

Warnings; Established relationship, mild dirty talk, smut, p in v sex, darker billy W

Word count: 2.5k

taglist; @helaelaemond @arcielee @orcaunionleader @heimtathurs

The sun was low in the sky, slowly changing from gold to darker tones as night began to fall when she slipped the key into the lock of the flat she shared with Billy, using her elbow to push the door open around the armful of groceries she carried. 

She toed off her shoes as soon as she’d set the bags down, sagging with relief when they hit the cold floor. Other than the opening and closing of the cupboards and the squeak of the refrigerator as she put the stuff away, the space was quiet. 

It was not the flat he’d had before Cransted. Billy had hardly taken no small amount of convincing from her before he agreed and within weeks they were halfway unpacked in a flat just on the outskirts of the city. 

A fresh start for both of them. 

But of course good things never lasted for long. It was only after they had been living there for a few months, locked in a blissful haze of soft mornings and hazy nights before she began to notice the change in him. 

It was as if a switch had been flipped, and there was nothing she could do but watch as he slowly pulled away from her, growing more distant with each day that went by.  

The sharp, shrill whistle of the kettle sounded in her ears, harshly pulling her back to the present, the steam from it escaping to swirl in shapeless wisps above it. Mug in hand, she dropped the bag into it as her eyes fluttered shut, inhaling the soothing herbal scent of the tea bag as it drifted to her nose lazily. 

Her eyes opened again before lowering to glance a look at the little clock on the counter, cursing at the time it showed. 

She glanced out the window overlooking the street again, feeling the nervousness settle like a weight in her stomach. He should’ve been back by now, and the fact that he wasn’t made her pull her lip between her teeth in worry. 

She exhaled, looking out over the street again as she thought about calling Lana, to ask if she’d talked to him, but refrained, knowing that if there was one thing Billy hated the most, it was being fawned over and pitied, treated like glass that was moments away from shattering if you squeezed a tad too hard.

It was as if he had constructed a wall between himself and everyone around him after he had almost died, and no matter how much she desperately wanted him to talk about it, she didn’t push, knowing that the one thing he needed the most was time. 

Time that she was fully prepared to give him in the aftermath of what had happened to him months ago on Cransted Fields. He had taken to completely avoiding anything and everything that had to do with cars, resorting to alternate forms of transportation that would take him into the city, either by bus or by train.

Not that she could blame him. 

Not when the times he woke up during the night would forever etched into her head with vivid clarity. They would always start the same, with him jolting upwards beside her, wild eyed as his chest heaved with each lungful of air he inhaled. 

The way sweat coated his skin, plastering his hair to his forehead and the back of his neck. The way his breath had shuddered in her ear as he ducked his head, his face tucked against her neck as she ran a soothing hand up and down his spine as he shook, staying silent when she felt the telling wetness on her skin.  

Sometimes it would take him ages to fall back to sleep, other times he’d stay awake, smoking cigarette after cigarette on the balcony, leaning against the railing as he watched the sunrise slowly, the soft tones of pink and reds igniting his hair to spun gold.

Watching him as he struggled to reacclimate had been an exhausting process, so much so at times where she’d felt like leaving, waiting until he’d gone out somewhere before sinking down onto the sofa with her head in her hands. 

But she hadn’t. 

It had only been through sheer force of will and the desperate hope that things would get better that she had stayed, even when it felt like she was looking through a fogged mirror at a warped, twisted form of the Billy she loved.

And as the months passed by in the blink of an eye, as August faded into September, bringing with it colder weather and rain. Yet the nagging voice of doubt that lingered in the back of her head remained as they settled into an almost sense of normalcy.  

The sound of the door opening came from the end of the hall, the not so quiet squeak of the hinges floating down the hallway. A grin formed on her lips as her ears perked up at the sound of it. 

“Billy? Is that you?” She paused, biting the inside of her cheek as she waited for him to respond, her grin faltering when no answer came. She began to gnaw at her lip the longer the stifling, uncomfortable silence dragged on.  

Her fingers tightened on the mug in her hands, one hip leaning against the side of the counter as she waited for him, hearing the familiar sound of his shoes squeaking on the floor get louder as he drew closer. 

Billy didn’t meet her gaze as he entered, his blue eyes downcast as he glanced at everything but her. Her lips parted as she swallowed the hurt darted across her face.

She didn’t even need to ask, the tense set to his shoulders and the expression on his face as he shouldered past her telling her everything. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he all but snapped before she had even opened her mouth, dropping like a stone on the sofa. 

"Billy…" the spoon slipped from her fingers, clinking against the side of the mug.

Her teeth clicked audibly as she sighed, briefly turning away to discard the tea bag before moving from the kitchen to sit beside him. "You promised you’d-"

“Don’t start,” he muttered under his breath, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. “I get it enough from Lana. I don’t need it from you too.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his hands dropping from his face to lay flat on his knees. 

“How’s Lana? And your parents?” Her shoulders slumped as her mood began to sour by the minute, his irritability began to grate on her nerves. 

“They’re fine,” he said shortly before lapsing into an awkward silence again. Despite sitting beside him with her knee pressed against his, she felt like there was an ocean between them, one that stretched for miles in all directions with nothing but blue-gray waves as far as the eye could see. 

“They let me go.” He said finally. His voice was heavy, laden with no small amount of self-loathing.

He didn’t elaborate further as he continued to avoid her gaze. It was only when she slid her fingers under his chin did he finally look at her, the expression on his face a combination of pained defeat, restlessness and anger. 

He must have seen something in her eyes that made him stiffen again as his mouth settled into a flat, unamused slash across his face. He jerked back, standing so rapidly it made her dizzy. As did the anger and frustration that rolled off of him in waves, so thick and choking she could practically taste it. 

“I don’t-” he flexed his fingers as he loomed over her, swiping his tongue over his lip. I don’t want pity. 

"Then maybe you should fucking try harder." The words slipped out before she could even process them. His pretty eyes widened a fraction, clearly startled by the bite in her voice.

She froze for what felt like an eternity, unblinking before she stood quickly, reaching for his hand as she ignored the way he tensed when she wrapped her fingers around his arm. "I didn't mean it, Billy, please-" 

He clenched his jaw so tightly she could practically hear the grinding of his teeth. The expression on his face was the same as it always was, yet she could see the enhancing anger that simmered in his eyes. "Maybe you did, I dunno." His mouth twitched slightly, lifting up in the corners a little. 

She murmured his name under her breath, more a warning than anything else as her resolve began to crumble, hating the side of him he rarely showed around her. 

But he wasn’t done yet. 

She felt him as he moved behind her, pressing the pad of his thumb to the base of her throat, using the pressure to turn it to the side.

She faltered, wide eyed as color spread slowly over her cheeks, the only sound in her ears the rasp of his callused hands moving over her skin and the heavy thud of her heart beating in her chest. 

"D'you go to church with that mouth?" he rasped, breath fanning over her skin. “Tell me,” he demanded when she didn’t respond, pressing his thumb deeper. 

“Y- yes,” she gasped out, shivering as she pressed her thighs together. She couldn’t help but shudder, eyes closing halfway, eyelashes brushing the tops of her cheekbones as she let out a low whine, feeling as if a fire was lit underneath her skin from every teasing drag of his fingers. 

Her eyes flew open at the feel of his hand slipping up and over her chest, wrapping loosely around her throat, the weight of it unexpected but not uncomfortable.

His other hand dragged lower, the tips of his fingers digging into her hip. “Turn around.” His voice was low, rough in his chest as it rumbled against her back. She could all but sense the impatience that thrummed directly under the surface of his skin, the sudden change in his voice catching her off guard.

Her eyes trailed higher and higher, moving from his mouth to stop at his eyes, the pretty vivid blue of his iris completely eclipsed by the black of his pupil. 

"Open," he barked, his fingers loosely holding her chin. She complied, opening her mouth without a word. A hazy film of lust settled over his eyes as he watched her swallow. 

“You’re mine,” he groaned, tangling a hand in the hair at the base of her neck as he tilted his head to press his lips to hers. “I want to hear you say it,” he ground out, letting out a low hiss when she twisted her fingers deeper into his hair. 

He slapped her backside lightly, the stinging sensation making her moan and bite her lip. “Yours, always yours-” she rasped, yanking on the strands roughly. 

"Listen to you," he growled, fingers tightening on her hips as he regarded her with a hunger that made all the blood rush to her head. "Moaning like a little slut just for me." He pressed his mouth to hers again, nipping at her bottom lip as his fingers tugged her jeans down her legs, tossing them behind him blindly. 

Goosebumps rose over her skin as he slipped one hand up under her shirt, long fingers splayed wide across the small of her back. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breath 

He grinned, smugness practically dripping from him as he pulled away. “Look at me.” His voice was nothing more than a hoarse murmur, a quiet exhalation falling from his kiss bruised mouth. Her breath stilled in her lungs as she took in the ruddy color slapped across his cheeks and the askew strands of hair that fall into his eyes. 

Only one thing crosses her mind as she stares at him. Beautiful.

He edged closer again, crowding against her as he curls one arm around her middle. She grunted as her back hits the bed, blinking up at him. The lights above his head are bright, forming an almost halo effect behind him.

His hand lowered, fingers skirting over her skin before dropping, the end of his thumb sliding through the slick that had gathered at the apex of her thighs.

“Billy-” she squirmed, grinding her hips against his hand, desperate for relief from the coil slowly tightening in her gut. 

"Shh," he crooned, his arm practically an iron bar across her stomach as he ducked his head, nose pressing against her clit. Her head fell back, eyes nearly rolling back in her head at the blissful torture of his tongue flattening against her. 

Every coherent thought vanished from her head as she alternated between fisting her hands in the sheets and in his hair, back arching upwards like a bowstring every time his nose grazed her bud.

Her eyes opened halfway, locked on where he rested between her thighs. His head lifted, no doubt feeling the weight of her gaze on his face.

He grinned at her, his mouth and chin glistening faintly. Her fingers curl against his shoulder, nails digging into his skin in a silent demand for him. 

The weight of the arm he’d had across her hips disappears as he moves up her body. She makes a noise against his lips, fingers grasping at every part of him she could. Her arms tightened across his shoulders, a half-choked moan tumbling out as the slap of his skin on hers echoed throughout the bedroom, the scent of them permeating the tight space. 

Her back arched sharply, mouth falling open as her peak came hard and fast, crashing over her violently, robbing her of breath and pushing any coherent thought from her mind as she came with a strangled gasp. 

Her fingertips dug into the skin of his back, nails leaving reddened half-moon indents as Billy came mere seconds behind her, the pistoning of his hips growing more stilted by the second before he sagged against her, the weight of him pinning her down. 

She vaguely felt his fingers brush strands of her hair away from her face lightly, his breath warm huffs of air on her cheeks as he ducked his head, ghosting his lips softly over hers, a far cry from the harsh, bruising kisses from earlier. 

A sated, blissful happiness flowed through her, a warmth she never wanted to end. “I meant it when I said I didn't mean it, you know,” she murmured quietly, tracing patterns over the back of his hand. “I don’t like fighting with you, Billy.” 

He huffed a laugh at her back, the sound vibrating across her skin as his hand splayed wide across her stomach before he went quiet again, tightening his arms around her again. 

“I know,” he said quietly as he twined his fingers with hers, lifting her hand to his lips to brush a kiss to her palm. Her eyes fluttered closed as he buried his nose in her hair, the closeness between them no thinner than a sheet of paper. 

[gyubaseone]

han yujin. intertwined

❛ no matter what, i'll be here for you ❜

pairings — han yujin x f!reader

genre — fluff, childhood friends to lovers

synopsis — highschool can be quite hectic but for these two, nothing could get in the way of their feelings.

warnings — none! third person pov, lowercase intended, not proof read thoroughly.

word count — 2,143

notes — i'm so sorry to pull the f!reader once again, i'm still getting used to writing with gn pronouns since i dont usually do imagines.. but i hope this was okay ! thank you for all the love on my gyuvin fic <3

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starting high school was hard, especially as someone who is perceived as quiet. but it was easier for y/n knowing that she had her childhood best friend, han yujin, by her side.

they had been friends since diapers basically, their families being close friends for years. every big life event, they went through it together. all the times y/n cried, he was there for her even if he never truly knew how to comfort her. he was always the bestest friend someone could ask for.

so why was there this envious feeling that pitted in y/n's stomach when he started getting caught up in school events and gaining more friends than her when they entered highschool?

she should be happy that he's fitting in, he deserved all the attention he got. han yujin was one of the most liked students in the grade. with his popularity, soccer and dance skills, and — of course his good looks ; who wouldn't want to be his friend?

but that envious feeling kept on coming back whenever he had to skip out on eating lunch with her because "the soccer team is going out to eat" or whenever he told her to go walk home alone since "his friends wanted to hang out".

she was happy for him, but the idea of him slowly slipping away from her grasp made her heart ache. because the truth was, y/n had a crush on yujin. she had been having those feelings for a while now, maybe before she even realized it.

he was always there to cheer her up and gradually became one of the only things she enjoyed about going to school. whenever he took her to buy snacks, when they played games together, when they went to the park together, and his smile. especially his smile.

y/n sat down in the library since she hadn't fully adjusted to being in the cafeteria. sure, she had made some friends — but she wouldn't call them her close friends. even so, she hated loud noises and the cafeteria was filled with them.

just about now, she expected that yujin would enter the room to tell her about any plans his soccer team had made up to get him off campus for the period which left her all by herself.

as she took a bite out of her triangle gimbap, looking up from her notebook — there he was. the dark-brown haired boy who had been able to swoon her without even knowing it, walking through the doors in a black t-shirt since he most likely just got out of gym.

"y/n!" yujin called out, waving his hand in the air as he jogged over to her, "sorry i'm late, the showers kept being hogged. i didn't want to stink up the library, y'know."

"uhm, i think i know?" y/n questioned her answer, she knew absolutely nothing about sports. "wait, so you're actually going to eat lunch with me today? surprised you don't have anything going on, you've been so popular recently."

"what can i say? i'm quite the catch," yujin shrugged his shoulders with such a smug look on his face, "and i cleared everything! i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, i missed you."

he missed her. han yujin missed her. why was she freaking out on the inside? it's not like they haven't had a conversation before. but it felt different, like his tone had changed from the last time they had spoken. "cool," was all y/n could mutter as she tried to cover her rosy-tinted cheeks with her lunch.

but just as y/n was lost in her own world, yujin had gotten a message on his phone. here it goes. "oh my gosh... y/n, i—" he attempted to speak up before y/n shut him down, already knowing what he was going to say.

"go, it's okay," y/n assured even though her heart was breaking little by little. he had friends, other friends than her. it's not like he could spend all his time with her, it was ridiculous. but why was there this feeling inside her that wished he did?

"i'm so sorry, gyuvin hyung broke his leg and now we have to go over the plays again before the game," yujin explained, getting up while stuffing his phone into his pocket, "you'll be at the game on saturday, right?"

"well, i have nothing else to do," y/n slightly smiled, attempting to relax her back from all the tension she felt, "i'll be there for sure."

"great, i'll see you later!" yujin waved at her as he started walking away before he slowly disappeared into the hallways.

y/n was more used to it now, and she would probably have to accept it at one point. yujin was moving on with his life, experiencing new things. high school is meant for new experiences and it seemed like yujin was going through many things.

what she didn't expect to see? him and one of the cheerleaders hitting it off after he scored the winning goal during the soccer game. oh, how she wanted to shout his name after seeing the way he rebounded the ball and got the last goal ; but then she saw him with her.

she never really tried to learn the names of the people surrounding her, another flaw y/n had. all y/n knew was that yujin was hugging her and that she was jealous? envious? oh, same thing.

and from that day on, y/n would attempt to distance herself from yujin as much as she could. it wasn't like he would notice right? he had all his soccer friends and that girl he hugged. can she give up on the girl already?

it's not like yujin was her property, he was his own person. maybe in a way, to let him flourish ; she had to find her own path without him. maybe, this was just her way of masking her feelings for him in a way where she wouldn't have to get hurt.

one thing y/n didn't think about was how yujin would react to this. all this time, she was in her own world overthinking every single little thing. her bestfriend, who knows her and could read her like a book, was upset to say the least.

he thought she was acting weird at first, but didn't think anything of it until it constantly kept happening. all she would do is greet him and suddenly walk off without saying anything else. it was unlike y/n, she would always be the brightest girl whenever he was around.

it was one of the things he liked most about her, her smile. the way her eyes became cresents like the moon whenever she smiled, her lips curving up and the way her nose scrunched up in the most beautiful way.

maybe there were many things he liked about her. yujin could probably go on a tangent about everything he liked about y/n, the reason he smiled so brightly. it was her. so there was no way it was all in his head that they could've possibly had a spark there, right?

so when yujin found the girl asleep in one of the classrooms after failing to study for her biology exam ; he knew what he had to do.

oh how yujin slowly regretted his decision. he didn't want to wake her up, seeing how peaceful and pretty she was when she slept even if she was drooling all over her textbook.

but he knew if he didn't do it now, he would probably be even more distanced from you and he did not want that one bit. so he did what he dreaded doing and woke up y/n from her nap.

"y/n... psst— wake up," he whispered softly, poking her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up but nothing, "there's free food in the cafeteria!"

"huh? free food?" y/n suddenly jolted awake, looking around the room in a daze before her eyes landed back on yujin, "oh... it was a lie, wasn't it?"

"yeah, i knew that would wake you up though," yujin let out a laugh, sitting down in the chair next to y/n, "i'll get you something after school, i just need to talk to you for a bit."

god, there was that smile again. the smile that could make all the problems in the world disappear. why did he have to be the one with it?

"yeah uh— what did you want to talk about?" y/n snapped out of her thoughts, shaking her head slightly before fixing up her hair, "is it important?"

"you could say that..." yujin fiddled with his fingers for a moment, hesitating for a moment, "i just.. i feel like we haven't talked in a while, is everything okay with you?"

"yeah... everything is fine," y/n nodded her head in assurance. no everything was not fine. but she couldn't say anything about him hugging a girl, that would just be crazy. "i've just been a little busy, that's all."

"are you sure?" yujin questioned once again, "i feel like i barely see you now, i missed you and talking to you.." gosh, there it was again. he always knew the words to say.

"yeah, i'm sure... everything is fine," y/n repeated once more, giving yujin a smile that made him feel fuzzy on the inside. she watched his shoulders suddenly become tense before speaking up, "is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?"

"gosh, am i really going to do this now..." yujin looked to the side, taking a deep breath before searching for something in his pockets. "can you close your eyes for me?"

y/n looked at him confused before closing her eyes, feeling yujin's touch on her hand as he pulled it out and opened it up. right after, he placed something on her palm. "alright, you can open your eyes now."

this wasn't real right? this moment was just a figment of y/n's imagination. because why was yujin's nametag in her hand at this moment? she truely thought she was hallucinating, staring at the nametag with 한유진 embroidered on it.

"when we went to get our uniforms fitted, i had an extra nametag made.." yujin spoke in a shy tone, "and i just decided to... give it to you."

"so what does this mean?" y/n asked, wanting clarification for the sudden gift, "do you...?"

"oh so you're going to make me say it? the nametag was supposed to say it for me," yujin joked, hearing y/n's laugh that he loved so much, "fine, y/n... i like you, like a lot."

"that's better, i guess i like you too," y/n grinned, glancing at the sour look on yujin's face when she spoke, "i'm kidding! i like you a lot... and your smile too."

"truth is.. i thought you had a thing for that cheerleader you hugged on saturday," y/n admitted after all the time she spent hiding away, feeling a sense of relief after letting it out. "i was... jealous, okay? that's why i haven't talked to you."

"wow! i knew there was something behind it!" yujin pointed a finger at y/n like a little kid with his mouth gaping, "that's so silly... she's a senior, why would i date someone that much older than me. if anything, she gave me dating advice."

"oh.. yeah well— you've been so busy recently and i don't know what to think anymore!" y/n got off her chest, letting out a sigh after the long sentence she spoke without breathing.

"oh, now you wanna say all of these things? see, i can read you like a book, i knew it!" yujin clapped his hands at his knowledge of his best friend, laughing while y/n looked away out of embarrassment.

as y/n was looking away, she heard yujin's soft laughs slowly fade away before feeling him take a hold of her hand which made her look his way. gosh, he was looking at her with that cheekily smile again and those shining eyes.

"no matter what, i'll be here for you," yujin spoke sincerely, intertwining their hands together, "even if i can't spend time with you, i'm always here for anything you need. i'll drop anything for you."

"well..." y/n opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, leaving her with only one choice. she looked at her uniform, taking off her nametag from its spot and placing it onto yujin's other hand that wasn't holding her hand. "you better get me another one before i get scolded."

and that was it. or maybe, it was just the beginning? they're young, who knows where their relationship could go from there. kind of cute if you think about it, two students intertwined together. she fell for a smile that she gave.

© gyubaseone — please refrain from copying, translating, reposting, or claiming my work as your own.

[sanjisluvbot]

Spending time with Yandere Strawhats x Black Fem reader

AN: Hello and welcome new readers, this is slightly a part three to my Isekai series and as I publish this I am thinking about creating separate fics for each of the characters below. If you want to be on a tag list I’ll add you 🫶🏽🫵🏽

MINI SPOILERS BTW

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Luffy was the main source of light for your adventure. You hung out with him mostly in the middle of the day when the sun was at its peak. Other times it’s at the end of the day just before Sanji calls you in for the last meal. Those are your favorites, words don’t need to be spoken when you and Luffy are sitting on the head of the Sunny. At least not the words either of you want to hear at the moment. So you both sit in silence enjoying the false sense of bliss.

Luffy sits next to you in all meals, since you’re the favorite, he wouldn’t dare steal food from you.. most of the time of course. The first mate will always be to the other side of you as well neither taking their gaze off of you as if you were nothing but prey.

When you’re all on islands only few are assigned to take care of you and watch you. Nami, Robin, Zoro, Sanji and Jimbei, the rest couldn’t be trusted to not fall for you in their naivety.

When you were able to go adventure with Luffy you had more of a chance to escape when he was distracted by surroundings. However that didn’t last long, it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He would know exactly where you were hiding no matter what.

You got better at hiding behind a fake smile the more you hung out with Luffy. It was never a pretty sight with any of the crew when you angered them by mentioning your “ home”

Luffy would usually ignore you when you’d talk about home, he didn’t care about the past he just wanted to enjoy the present with all his friends. But those times you got under his skin he made your life a living hell.

Zoro wasn’t one to really welcome most with open arms especially with the way you ended up with the crew.

Zoro was one who put you in edge the most because even having one eye shut the man’s gaze makes one fully understand that if he wanted to he would end your life.

However that barley lasted a full week, after he found out you both had a love for drinking he made it a mission to get under your skin in the best ways he could. Always checking up on you, rescuing you when you’re in danger, wanting to play drinking games after dinner, and napping on the deck with him on warm days.

On new islands you would go pair off with Zoro, in order to fall into the shadows and disappear from the strawhat crew forever. However, Zoro was resilient, he always held your hand and never took that menacing eye away for more than a second.

You’ve tried to reason with him once when you both were drunk off your asses in the aquarium. “ I want to ask you something.. Zoro” with a heavy sigh he turned to face you from his spot on the floor. “ Why do you like to bother me when we are like this? You’re gonna ruin a good time”

His gaze was so intense making you gulp and turn away while his eye burned into your skull. It’s very unfortunate that this man is so attractive. “ I know it’s a lot to ask but-” “ Then don’t ask me I don’t have an answer to satisfy you y/n” you could tell when he was really inebriated, his hard exterior was down and he spoke to you with such a soft voice.

You and Nami spent most of your time together in her office. You liked to write and paint and she had tons of paper and ink.

Tanning on the Sunny was an essential it felt like you had a real girlfriend, you did your spa days together and talked about anything to come to mind. Sharing baths always made you blush since she would take the time to pamper you and scrub your scalp when it was wash day.

Nami had always been a great actor, that’s how she was able to survive those many years alone and ostracized from her family and friends. Bringing up home around her means waterworks.

It also means being punished by the whole crew because she told everyone you were thinking of an escape.

She loved taking you shopping, you were her little doll she wanted to dress up and take care of. She didn’t want to loose anyone else close to her which is exactly why she would go as far as getting you punished for a few days in order to make sure you can stay with her forever.

Ussop was the one you could relate to the most. You both were very similar in terms of being considered the weakest onboard and among other things.

Spending time with Ussop meant sometimes spending time with Chopper and Luffy playing games and pranks on crew members.

You learned about his garden and eventually started helping him take care of that. He spoke in depth about what he learned over the last two years and how his new seeds worked.

He turned you into a little inventor, bringing you under his wing and you were willing to learn anything and everything. You almost felt bad knowing the real reason you wanted to learn from him.

Sanji was enamored with you to the fullest extent. He is usually head over heels for anything that walks his way with boobs but you, you sparked something in him.

Spending time with Sanji meant you didn’t have to lift a finger because he waited on you hand and foot.

Sanji loved to have you perched on his side when he was cooking so you can taste everything and stroke his ego. He was such a charmer and you both got along so well since it was obvious you both had a soft spot for one another.

One islands like water seven you would pair off with him and go and explore the city and help him buy groceries. This is one of the main reasons out of all the Yandere Strawhats Sanji is the most obsessed. To him, those times were dates and godforbid something happened to you or you decided to leave him he would spiral.

When you used to talk about going home or one of the other crew members would tell him about things you been doing ( escape attempts ) he would get so angry his eyebrow going from left to right. This would cause Zoro and him to fight more often due to him wanting to take his anger out on anything.

Robin was the main one to keep you on your toes. Her eyes always let you know when to stop talking.

Spending time with Robin meant you were able to read a variety of books and inhaling knowledge just as she does. When you looked at books that resembles your situation she was always over your shoulder or had an eye pop up somewhere on your body.

“ Interesting book there y/n would you let me read it when your done?” Her smile never fully reached her eyes on most occasions which always left you drenched in a cold sweat because you knew.

You knew that escaping with someone like Robin on the crew was more than difficult, but you pushed that past you when you hung out. Sanji would bring tea and treats to the library and there would be soft music playing in the background.

Robin was serenity when you ignored the silent threats.

Spending time with the whole crew was usually meal times or when you had important business on an island.

Everyone bounced off each others conversations they truly stuck together like glue which is the main reason you’ve been with them so long.

No matter what the conversations always gravitated towards you. Each sharing their stories of time you spent together or future plans they had with you. Some of which you hadn’t even agreed to ( yet ).

It is hard to escape from a crew that you already ran away from once, they’d be damned if they let it happen twice.

[heartcereql]

blue jeans

☆ neteyam sully x fem!na’vi! reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- even now that your relationship has forever changed, neteyam can’t help his desires of a better life for the two of you.

𝐂𝐖 - minor angst, domestic, pregnancy themes, english is not my first language lol, aged up characters (like 20)

𝐀/𝐍 - classes are over omg (relieved and nostalgic at the same time)

mo’at knew way before the single thought of it even crossed your mind. the silent signals your body gave couldn’t have gone unnoticed by someone of her experience. mo’at had considered the idea of blatantly confronting you about it, but she decided to wait and observe. yet, seeing as you remained oblivious, she finally chose to tell you. 

“isn’t this paste too thick?” you asked the elder woman. “i feel like i may not have added the adequate proportions”

mo’at sighed. again. your apparently new lack of concentration was stressing her out. and so, that was the last straw. 

“that’s not important. come” she signaled for you to sit besides her. “do you really have no clue, ‘eveng?” (child)

“about what?” you looked mo’at in the eye. had you done something wrong? did this have something to do with-

“you are with a child” 

oh. oh. that certainly explained the sudden morning nausea, the fatigue, and the late changes you had been experiencing. 

the news were so out of the blue you couldn’t even react at first. after excruciatingly long instants, you tried to form a coherent sentence, or even a word.

“i- uh- i- em” nothing. while trying to elaborate something, you looked at mo’at for help, comfort, reassurance, you didn’t know. but she got ahold of your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. 

and, whether you wanted it or not, neteyam and you were afloat in this life-changing experience. 

walking into the room, neteyam made your eyes burn with adoration. he fit you better than your favorite jewels. your face instantly illuminated by a smile as he walked over to you. 

“hey” he greeted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and rubbing your growing belly, his touch fresh to your skin. “how are you two?”

“as good as an exhausted future mom and an exhausting future baby can be” you hummed “which is great. how was your day?”

as neteyam procceeded to talk about clan campaigns, you mentally sighed. he had been obsessing over a “better life” for his growing family, aiming to obtain more power. 

you understood his perspective, and fully supported his projects and ambitions, but you feared the corruption power could bring. you knew love was mean, you knew love hurt. but you’d manage to see through the tears. 

“y/n, it’s for the better.” neteyam said, lacing his fingers with yours. “c’mon, you’ll barely notice i’ve left, and when i come back, i’ll be able to offer the two people i love most a worthy life”

“we already have a worthy life.” you said. you didn’t want him to leave. his power obsession had only grown over the past weeks, and now he wanted to leave home? yeah you had your limits. 

“the project is already in motion, i can’t stop it now. you know how hard i’ve worked” 

“but we don’t need anything more. being here, together is what matters isn’t it?” you tugged at his hands. nothing. “isn’t it?” he looked away

“y/n it’ll be no longer than a month, i swear” now you were the one looking away.

“postpone it then. i’m sure you can do at least that.”

“the campaign is working too well, i can’t put a halt to it, i can’t just stop it”

“you can’t stop it? or are you too blinded with power to stop it?”

“it’s not like that, and you know that. but i’m leaving, that’s final, y/n”

you mustered up the courage to look at him.

“no, please. stay here” 

“i can’t” he brought your hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to them. “i’m sorry” he mumbled. 

days later, he and the crew were gone. you were left with a bitter feeling and a good deal of promises. you had told him you’d always be by his side, in hopes that would help you convince him, but it didn’t seem to stop him from leaving. 

you stayed up waiting, anticipating his arrival, but he was too caught up chasing strenght. but, having all that time to yourself, you concluded that you wouldn’t let power get in between you both. you’d love him to the end of times. and you’d wait a million years for this project to be finished if that meant you could be together again. hoping he’d remember his promises, praying he’d remember.

inevitably, resentment started to grow. as did your belly. and neteyam hadn’t returned.

whether you wanted it or not, you had developed a routine in neteyam’s abscence. and some other things, too. the part of the crew who had stayed home tried to approach you at first. but you were hostile towards them. how could you not? they stole neteyam out of your life, after all.

though you’d be assaulted by intrusive thoughts, you remembered his promise. and yours. he would come back. 

you weren’t able to perform many of the tasks you used to, because of your state, though you did as much as you could. as of now, you were picking some berries, tossing them in a net. the sounds of the forest and your own thoughts often engulfed you, plunging you into a daydream. nevertheless, you noticed the sudden rustling of leaves. 

you turned around, hands holding a berry, trying to identify the source of the noise. you were about to turn around, dismissing the sound as wind, when something really convinced you not to. 

the fruit dropped from your hands.

“neteyam?” you were in utter and complete shock. finally, you reacted “oh, thank eywa”

you ran to his side, arms embracing you, like they were made for doing so.

“it’s me, baby”

“so how’d everything work out?”

he looked away. you’d guess.

“well, i told you that no matter what you did, i’d be by your side, and i plan to stand by that” you pressed a kiss to his temple.

“forgive me, y/n. i told you i wanted more, but that wasn’t what i had in mind. amidst the corruption, i realised i wanted it like before”

“hey” you cupped his face, pecking his lips before looking into his eyes. every last dash of possible resentment disappeared for good. “i’ll love you till the end of times, remember?”

“yeah” he chuckled, looking back at your first months of pregnancy. “yeah, and believe me, there wasn’t a day where i didn’t think of you two”

his hands moved to trace patterns on your belly.

“‘m sorry, i really am”

“don’t, okay? you’re here now”

“i just missed you so unbelievably much”

“missed you too, mighty warrior. and he did too” you slyly slided mo’at’s most recent diagnosis about your child.

[yeyinde]

SFW alphabet | Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

His love language is touch.

Physical affirmations of his devotion are a constant with him. He likes holding your hand while you take a walk together, fingers threaded and swinging between your bodies. Likes bundling you close to his side, pressing his lips to your temple whenever he gets the chance.

Expect hugs that last forever. Cuddles. Kisses. No inch of skin will be bereft of his prints.

If he can't hold you, he'll drag his knuckles across your skin. Soft brushes to remind you he's there, always within reach.

Soap is a very affectionate man, and likes feeling your skin on his. He can't get enough of it and will sink into your embrace any chance he gets.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Soap is the friend that will send you random photos and texts at odd hours. None of them make any sense. A blurry photo of West Coates, or the Leitch while he's out drinking with his mates. A dog he saw while out on a run, but only it's hind legs are visible. A spider that's nearly the size of his thumb, except his other thumb is blocking the lens so now you have two pictures of his thumbs, and black fuzzy legs spilling out around it like a halo. When you ask for something a bit more clearer it's somehow much worse.

He'd ask you questions (this is a pigeon or a dove? But the attached photo is a sparrow. why is it called English Breakfast when it's just tea?), and extends many offers to take you out to watch football games when he's home. 

When he's away, however, radio silence. He doesn't keep his personal phone with him on missions. There are massive gaps when he's not available, and any discussion of trying to be more communicative while he's away is shut down. Can't. Gotta focus on the mission. 

Becoming friends with Soap is easy. More than likely, you bump into him while he was out for a night with his schoolmates. He'd offer to buy you a drink. Talk to you about everything, nothing, and the in-between. Then, he'd ask for your number, and put you in his contact as something cheeky. 

Bonnie from West End. His opening text would be a simple: evening, bonnie. Saw a dog on High Street that reminded me of you. 

[Attached is a photo of a rough collie and a wink]

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

It is rare for him not to have his arms around you, his head tucked against your chest. Can't say no to a coorie, can ye?  

He doesn't care much about the connotations of little spoons or big spoons. He likes feeling you under him, over him. On him. It doesn't matter. But his favourite place to be is tucked to your side, leg over your waist, arm around your chest, head nestled on your shoulder. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

His life is built around the SAS. It's a gaping hole where everything else around it must contort to fit. He sacrificed a lot to be where he is, and he knows it's selfish for him to want. To expect you to accommodate his desires, and his life. But, oh: does he yearn. He wants the bliss of coming home and seeing you. Wants to rest his head on the pillow beside you, breathing in your scent.

He'll never ask, though. He's not worried you'll say no, but rather: he knows you'll say yes, and he's always on the periphery waiting for you to tire of this. Maybe one day, he might pluck up the courage, and ask if you'll wait for him.

He likes cleaning. He's a military man through and through and is rather tidy—surprisingly. He is a decent cook, something you would never have believed if he hadn't been so excited to make you his mum's haggis, neeps, and tatties. You discover that he's a rather good cook.  

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Surprisingly, Soap has more often than not been on the receiving end due to his inability to commit fully with such large gaps gone throughout the year. In the odd instances where he had to be the one to sever a relationship, he's very direct. He prefers meeting in person, but definitely lets on what is about to happen in advance so it isn't a blindside. He doesn't like it, but sometimes it has to be done, and he does his best to be as compassionate as possible, but once he makes up his mind, he's set. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He wants commitment. Wants the pretty and ugly and the mundane that comes with trust and dedication, but doesn't let himself have it often. It's not fair, he says, a wistful smile twisting wry on his lips. He's gone so often that expecting the person he's with to be fully invested in half a relationship doesn't seem right.

(He wants, though. Wants it so much it aches sometimes.)

If you could convince him that you're in for the long haul, he'll drag you to the registrar immediately, but getting to that point would take a long time. At a minimum, at least three or four years. He'd marry you right away, but he can't bear to have what he wants in his hands only for you to decide that you can't do it. So, he'll wait. It's not fair, and he'd never ask you to, but once he's ready to retire, he'd love to give himself, wholly, to you. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's a very gentle person. He couldn't live with himself if he ever hurt you. 

He isn't very forthcoming with certain emotions of his, and often tries to shield you from the ugliness of the world, but he is by no means distant. He's a gentle man. He just wishes he could give you more but ultimately knows he can't. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Can't get enough of the way you fold into him. The feeling of you grasping him tightly. He loves every second of it, and takes any opportunity he can to sink into you. 

He holds you around the middle, head buried into your neck. Likes to rock from side to side, swaying to some unheard beat while he breathes you in. 

(Sometimes, after particularly gruelling missions, he'll hold you a little longer than usual. A little tighter than normal. You never let go until the tension in his shoulders bleeds out.)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say it. He's guarded with his vulnerability, and can't remember if he'd ever seriously said those words to anyone in the past who wasn't family. To him, opening that part of himself up is dangerous. What if you get hurt because of who he is? What if you say it back but don't mean it? He'll hold on to it, a little secret for him to keep until the moment is right. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn't often get jealous. He knows you're his, and really enjoys watching from afar as other people come up to you in the club trying to get you to dance, or to take you home. He knows you can hold your own, and takes it in with a little smirk, amused by the display. Of course, they approach you. Look at you. Who wouldn't? Too bad for them, though. 

It's worth it when you scan the room for him, and they get to see the way your face lights up at the sight of him.

(And if he flexes a little bit when they turn to look at him, too. Well. That's neither here nor there.)

When he does get jealous, it's usually over the mundane; the unattainable. You tell him about a friend of yours who is getting married. A baby is on the way. A vacation they went to. He feels it creeping inside in those moments, and often gets a little angrier when you're approached in these settings. This is everything he can't give you. Seeing someone who can wander up makes his chest feel tight. 

It's childish, stupid. He knows this, and yet—he can't help but to glower, to puff his chest, and tense his arms as he stalks up to you from behind, glaring at the person who can give you everything and more. He puts himself directly in their path. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you tight to his side. He stakes his claim even though, in his head, he has no right to. He makes it clear you belong to him. 

(For as long as you'll have him, anyway.)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are intense. Blistering. He devours you whole when he kisses you. He is, of course, one of the greatest kissers ever; a fact he sheepishly admits has much to do with his rowdy youth.

He'll hold your cheeks in his hands like a plinth, and kiss you until you're gasping for air, pushing at his chest. He likes it messy, sloppy, and wet—tongue slipping into your mouth, chasing your taste. Teeth scraping over your bottom lip, catching it and flicking his tongue against your flesh. When he feels you heaving, he'll ease off, but he won't let you go completely. He peppers you in small kisses—your lips, cheeks, chin, nose—until you're ready to feel his mouth on yours again.

Kissing him feels like a sunburn: chafed skin from his beard rubbed raw by his insistent nuzzles, and your lips smarting when he's finished, bruised and swollen. 

He likes kissing your neck, your stomach, or your thighs. Likes when you squirm, and whimper out his name. Johnny, that tickles. He can't get enough of it. 

His favourite is his forehead. An unexpected discovery that happens on accident. He'd made dinner, and you promised to clean up. You bent down, and pressed your lips to his forehead as he flicked on the television, and—a shuddering breath, wide eyes, his mouth parted; he eased into it, flashes fluttering, and a bloom of pink welling up on his cheeks. He's never looked so content as he does when you pull him down, and press your lips to his forehead or the space between his eyes. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Soap is the Cool Uncle. The one who always brings gifts, and has the best stories to tell. You catch him comparing scars with the boys in the neighbourhood (shot me, right in the feckin'—uhh, right in the arm. Oh, you got that when you wiped out on Leitch? Steamin' Jesus, that's one hell of a scar—). 

He'll make a great dad one day. He nearly melts when you tell him this.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up early, and is always careful not to wake you up when he goes for his morning run. It's religious. He does this every day. Has been, he admits sheepishly, since he was about thirteen. Sometimes, you wake up and go with him, but oftentimes, he climbs into bed, freshly showered, and rearing for a cuddle. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He likes watching something with you—a movie of your choice, a game, a new show; he likes getting caught up with everything he missed while he's away. And how could he say no to some couch cuddles and your patchy game of catch-up? 

O = Open   (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

His life is shrouded in secrecy. Revealing too much can jeopardise missions and lives. You know very little about what he does, and even less about his past. But sometimes, things slip through. His grandmother's Haggis recipe, the words she taught him. Geraniums remind him of his mother. His father was a sailor. They blossom in those moments when you lay next to each other, little secrets for you to keep, too. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's not a hothead. It takes quite a bit to really get under his skin, and nothing makes him madder than injustice. He sees a kid being bullied? He's the angry uncle chasing them down the alley. Some outside force tries to mess with his mission and disrespect his comrades? He's the first to step up. Always. 

Q = Quizzes   (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's the best sniper on the 141, if not the SAS, and nothing escapes his notice. He remembers everything. He can't take a photo of you in the trenches, and so he burns the sound of your laugh—that deep, frenzied one you hate so much; the cackle you call ugly—behind his eyelids, and sears the softness of your hands into his veins. He keeps you tucked in his breast pocket, and thinks of you often. How you get curry sauce in the corner of your mouth, and never realize it. How you hum under your breath when you're happy. How you turn your head at each dog that passes, and gets sad whenever you stumble across carrion on the road. The way you smile. The crinkle of your nose when he teases you. The way your eyes light up when you see him. Everything. He remembers it all. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

When he wakes up before his run, or to catch a jet somewhere confidential. That moment when you're caught between wakefulness and sleep, and you turn to him with a soft noise of mourning slipping out when you notice he's gone. It both breaks him a little, and makes him. You seek him out, always. Whether it's to go for a run and grab something from Greggs, or if he'll be gone for months—you reach for him all the same. 

Or that time you tripped when he took you to the Cairngorms. Or cheered for the wrong team at a game, and got booed by the stadium, nearly causing a riot (and getting banned from Hampden Park). Both are pretty high on his list.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Soap is protective, but not overbearing. He trusts you'll be okay on your own, but he does linger. He'll watch from a distance, and step in when needed. But he knows you can handle yourself—he taught you, after all. 

He thinks it's cute when you stand in front of him at a pub when some guy tries to pick a fight. Dangerous, of course; but adorable. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A lot. Fullstop.

Soap spends a considerable amount of time in preparation mode. He buys you things in advance so you'll have them if he's gone—holidays, gifts; all of it wrapped and left in his closet with a tag on it. He hates that sometimes he has to miss these events, but he more than makes up for it with the letters he slips inside of them.  

When he's at home and there isn't much to do, he likes being lazy with you. Days in with takeout. Marathons and cuddles on the couch. 

(Soap likes that he can't just turn everything off when he's with you.) 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He isn't always forthright. There are things he's so used to keeping to himself that he often forgets he's allowed to be open and vulnerable with you. His biggest fear is inevitability. Soon, he knows, you'll want more. You'll want what he can't give you. And in his mind, you'll leave. It's inevitable. This often causes some tension in your relationship. It isn't easy when he's so convinced you deserve more, and will one day seek it out. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He takes care of his appearance, but isn't too concerned about it. He knows he's attractive—grew up being told how much of a handsome lad he was—but he doesn't spend too much time on it. As long as you like the way he looks, he's content. 

Though he rather likes the mohawk and is sure one day, you'll come around to it as well.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He won't let himself feel this way. It's dangerous. He doesn't feel incomplete without you, but he feels much better with you. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He only shaves his hair into a mohawk when he's going on a mission.

He grew up being teased for how handsome he was. A bonnie lad, just like Gerard there. Oh, here comes Ewen, ain't he something? And the ribbing only got worse when he joined the SAS. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Cheating or ultimatums. You will not walk into this blind. He'll be direct about what it means to be with him when he's gone for stretches at a time, and he'll make it pretty clear that this is what he wants. This is what he does. He won't change it for anything, and he won't lie to you about it, either.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He makes a noise when you move away from him. A soft little whine when he feels you pull away. His brows bunch together in discontent, only smoothing out when you're back in his embrace. It's adorable. You'll never tell him this, but sometimes, you pull away from him just to see him reaching out for you.

[gz-missfit]

God these are live thoughts about this but Tazercrafts dynamic today. Their undoubted attachment to each other fucking hurt today.

Let's see how long this gets.

So first of all its definitely obvious that both still carry wounds from the prison, there's no doubt about it and while Mike definitely showed that a lot more over the last weeks we all kinda picked up on Pac not being okay, on how he was doing his best to move on for Mike. To stay sane for Mike. to ground him when his intrusive thoughts got bad or when he woke up from nightmares after seeing Walter Bob.

We all could see through his facade even if it was just based on instincts and small actions and words he said during the beginning, we knew he wasn't fully okay but no one else did cause above all else this dude is an incredibly talented liar if he has a reason and goal for it.

Now why do I bring that up?. Because we saw him express not being okay today! Mike saw him not being okay today for the first time since they escaped cause even if their minds are melded together by a bond that goes beyond words they're able to keep secrets from each other, and with his own emotions being a bubbling mess there was no way Mike could've noticed that a lot of those were also Pacs.

We saw it with how he got trapped, how he was panicked beyond believe and I think that's the first time Mike noticed that Pac is still very much not okay, because Mike was calm. He noticed Pac be so close to a panic attack to something that usually wouldn't bother him so his mind realized there that Pac was also still hurting, that Pac also needed help just like he did to calm down. While Pac helped him cool his boiling anger, Mike realized he needed to help Pac with his drowning anxiety. That's why his calm response to calm Pac and tell him he'll be okay hurt so much.

It was Mike first realizing Pac needed him too, especially now that they went back there.

The next was when the code attacked, both were so. Helpless. Obviously in typical Pac behavior he ran towards Richas, the ever selfless Pac throwing himself infront of his son like he does during any threat. Which is honestly a scary trait of him if I think about it too deeply (I swear this dude needs therapy but that's a whole other box I'd have to open) and the code zoned in on him. Teasingly hitting him while again, Pacs anxiety bubbled in his throat as he desperately called out for Mike. And Mike again, was helpless staring at his best friend, his souldbound because he couldn't help. He couldn't hit it no matter how much he tried, so he tried so hard to calm Pac but you could tell that this time even Mike was cracking at the seams. Pacs fear and pain meddling through their connection and filling his brain that when the Pearl teleport hit them he passed out on the spot. While Pac kept standing just through sheer adrenaline and blood loss fueling him alone.

This is also the first time forever got to see Pac panic, his constant repeating of words being the worst show of his anxiety we've had so far.

And when Mike finally came back to, and he and Pac could breathe to explain. But Pac vanished, ripped from the reality that surrounded them while Forever, Richas and Mike could do nothing but watch as his vanishing left the faintest purple particles behind, proving that he didn't do this on his own.

Now...I'd like to think that Mike logging off was a connection of multiple things, his hands reacted faster than his mind could comprehend so while Pac got transported through nothingness only to be dropped in ice cold water Mike teleported home.

And then he broke.

There's no doubt that Pac and Mike's minds are tied together, like I've said before they'll always be 2 hearts and 1 soul for me as they're soulbound since childhood. Destined to find each other and stay together till the end of time. So when Pac got teleported Mike could feel the fuzz of the forced teleportation in his own mind, could feel the ice cold water chill him down to the bone knowing that for Pac that feeling was a thousand times worse. And I think the thing that did it, that hit him the hardest was feeling his soulbound snap.

To feel the connection that was usually constantly flowing go dead silent. To feel part of his soul rip apart. To feel part of himself go dull and fade as he could do nothing but hope that this wasn't the end. That he would be able to call out to his partner in crime again and receive a response rather the static that screamed at him now whenever he tried to tap into their connection.

The silence was deafening for Mike, the echos of Pacs voice shouting through his brain as he could nothing but stand there and watch. Stand there and feel as his other half vanished into nothingness.

So his mind shut off, white noise flooding his mind as he fell unconscious and this time having no one by his side. His body laying safe in the arena they built together.

And I think deep down he knows what he'll wake up to, an empty arena. No one looking after him as much as he looks after them. A voice that usually filled his mind with a constant flow of conversation being gone. All while he has to desperately try and rebuild the part of himself that he lost. Just waiting and hoping that this isn't the last time he saw him, that his mind can take this hit better than when they took Walter Bob cause this time he has to be strong. Just like Pac has been for him since their escape. He has to hope and wait and try to find Pac.

Because in Mike's mind, in their shared soul Tazer was now offline.

Leaving Craft alone.

[got-ticket-to-ride]

Wanted to know your thoughts on this, but for what I've reading on John it really looks to me he really got worse post Paul and post Beatles, like his saddest songs match the moment he started to have issues with Paul, he wasn't really having much contact with anyone outside Yoko, he wasn't doing much music, he wasn't being that funny either, he even died without being able to fully overcome his heroine addiction (addiction that started in the Beatles fall out right?), and idk i believe his involvement in the whole peace/art movement looked more like an escape (like some people do with religion) than actual interest.

So what you think, was John at his worst after he got out the band and cut his relationship with Paul or was it was always like that?

Hello @lord-pain

thank you for this ask! I hope I'll make sense. I think the White Album was definitely the start of John's "sad songs". Happiness is a Warm Gun, Yer Blues. Subsequently, Dig a Pony sounded so desperate to me and Because which is yeah, post India, post breakup?

There's so many different accounts during that period. Some narrators might be unreliable because you never know who these "historians/journalist/"acquaintances" have their allegiance to.

During the 70s it was said that John was miserable, became a violent drunk (who believed in astrology). He was quite unhappy with how things turned out in his life due to his choices but he was too proud to admit it.

About drugs, Fred Seaman said John stopped with heroin in the last half of the 70s in this video.

Due to differing accounts that are out there, I just concentrate on John, what he wrote lyrically and how clearheaded he was during his last interview. He was trying to be better. I think that is the most important detail despite everything that went down. Also the part where he was going to work with Ringo and had booked a studio with Paul for January 1981.

His activism was partly a distraction for him. Beatle John dabbled in it, but he became very aggressive about politics after the break up. He was anti-religion when he released Imagine (1971). But went back to believing in god when he wrote "Grow Old With Me" (1979?), which I have so much thoughts about but I haven't even had the courage to voice out.

While there are glimpses of John's mental anxiety visible in his song "Help!" (1965)

"Help me if you can, I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you being 'round",

he was trying to be positive about it as seen in "Strawberry Fields Forever" (1966):

"It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, It doesn't matter much to me".

And was still holding on during the conception of "Across the Universe" (in February 1968) with his mantra:

"Nothing's gonna change my world",

which I think might've been a result of Paul's engagement in December 1967 to Jane.

Across the Universe (February 1968) > believer God (1970) > anti-religion Imagine (1971) > anti-religion (he made a satire song which I did not include here) Grow Old With Me (1979) > believer

During his alleged break from music from 1975, he was still making home demos and was writing Skywriting by Word of Mouth.

I think John and Paul being apart was just not good for them. The general opinion was that Paul left John and had moved on. (I don't believe that's true). It was John who made the decision to leave, it was this push and pull thing, and Paul continued to reach out to him (and we don't know what happened during all those times they've met up). Some accounts say that John was practically begging for a reunion but then again Paul never stopped reaching out to John (see 1976) so I personally think, regardless of all these details that are out in the open, there is still a missing piece we have not considered yet and that can only be told by Paul himself.

To summarize it, John probably had depression (since his teenage years) but Paul was a constant positive thing in his life that he needed and that had helped him through it, "the girl who came to stay" until something happened...

John Lennon was definitely at his worst without his buddies by his side in the 70s.

[0oolookitsme]

The Most Handsome Man

Type- One-Shot! (First one of model!h so yay!)

Verse- Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!Y/n

Word Count- 2.02k

Warnings- Smut... and oh, this is not proofread. Heheh

A/N- I'm so sorry (or am I?) for not completing the last scene lmaoo

Silence fell after all the cheering for Harry's 'iconic model walk' at the 2023 Versace Spring collection for men. He had been wearing a pink shirt, fully unbuttoned with nothing on under it, and a pair of sheer white pants on his bottom half. Everyone had raved about how no one, no one but Harry, could pull off that outfit and steal the whole show.

The one clip of him taking a turn to the left of the runway and winking at the camera filming him from a lower level with his infamous lopsided grin had everyone drooling on the floor. It was reposted again and again on all of the social media apps, quickly becoming viral all over the internet.

"Well, Y/n. Enough about Harry, it's been more than 15 minutes talking about him, it's your turn now." Graham said, narrowing his eyes when Y/n mouthed 'Oh no'.

"How do you feel about Harry walking for another brand, wearing clothes designed by another designer?" he asked, leaning on the arm of his couch as if ready for a statement that he could use to spice up the interview.

"He really pulled it off damn well, obviously. The show was marvellous, the clothes absolutely stunning and the models killed it!" Y/n replied, realizing how disappointing that must have been for the media. "And, Harry hasn't like ...signed up a contract to walk only for Gucci and wear clothes designed only by me, you know? Like whatever he does, he absolutely puts his best into it, so it doesn't really matter who he is walking for until he decides to perform partiality and walk like a god for one show and bad for another" she finished, joining everyone else with the laughter.

She glanced at Harry once, just for some validation for what she said and immediately released the tension from her shoulders the moment he passed her that damn smile.

Graham passed her a 'well done' smile, sighing and letting out a "Hmm, nice."

He shuffled the question cards in his hands and almost in no time his head shot up with his brows raised so high that Harry and Y/n just knew that whatever was coming couldn't be so nice for them. It was, no doubt, everytime a question the answer to which could get them dragged if they were to answer it wrong

"I totally forgot about this!" He shrieked, chuckling a little what seemed like evilly. "Y/n," he dragged her name, looking at her with a playful expression that made the crowd laugh again.

She couldn't help but quickly go over everything that he could've found out about in her brain. With a straight posture, she let out a tense chuckle, adding to the humour unintentionally.

"Harry, here, is a well know good-looking young man, everyone knows that. But this week, he has been named the most handsome man! His face almost corresponds with the ancient geek measurement for perfect beauty and proportion. It's called the golden triangle, you see," Graham went off, not really showing where he is going with this.

Clearing his throat, he continued. "So tell me, y/n, what is it like to be dating the most handsome man in the world?" He asked and the crowd roared with hoots, cheers, and laughter.

Oh, it wasn’t as hard of a question as they were expecting.

Harry hid his face behind his hands, pretending to be blushing hard while kicking his feet.

"Umm... it's definitely hard because he's a narcissist. And, now it's pretty safe to say I'll forever hate you for telling him this and blowing his ego off the roof," looking at Harry she grinned. "But it's nice too, he's a lovely fella," she added, nodding along with Graham.

"Leave her, Harry. She doesn't understand how extraordinary you are!"

"Oh yeah, but Graham totally does! If you take any advice from me, H, let it be this one- choose Graham," Y/n said in a faux serious tone, patting Hary's knee while looking towards the crowd, breaking out laughing when Graham too pretended to blush.

"Oh stop it, you. We know you had him at 'H'," he waved her off, looking at Harry who had his hand over his heart.

"Okay everyone, this interview has been going on for more than 30 minutes now," Graham panicked looking at his watch. "Please say a huge thanks to my guests tonight, Mr. Harry Styles and Ms. Y/n Y/ln!"

"Now what should they say, Harry?"

"They should subscribe to this channel."

"There you go, thank you."

The crowd cheered for them as they bid their goodbyes and left the stage. At the back, both hugged Graham, everyone in a hurry due to the unexpected delay. "I just can't keep up with time around you two," he said, laughing as he hurried somewhere else.

Y/n knew something was off when Harry didn't act much about being the most handsome man as they were being escorted out of the building to their car. Then, on the way, sleep overtook her. Not being a morning person and having to wake up at 5 in the morning over that was not something she could cover up with caffeine.

It was when they were nearing their home that she woke up. Something stopped her from raising her hand, turning to see she felt something heavy on her preventing her from moving even.

Just tilting her head, she smiled at the sight. Harry had intertwined their hands as his body had fallen onto hers, his head on her shoulders with his lips parted.

Thinking about all the stuff she had to do, she forgot about his tiredness. With all the shows he had done the past week, and then having to proceed with a meeting every single day and even online interviews, he hadn't even had the time to relax other than just straight up passing out the moment his head would hit the pillow.

He looked so calm that she didn't wanna wake him but the car turned in the driveway and she raised her other hand to tap his cheek. "Wake up, darling," she spoke slowly, lingering her finger near his open mouth to wake him faster.

It made her laugh, how he smacked her finger away before blinking his eyes open. "Hello there," she greeted him, feeling a lot better after her nap.

But he grunted in return, slumping down further on her.

"We are home, H. C'mon, you can go back to sleep once we're in," she said as she opened her door and dragged him along with her.

Quickly, she appreciated the driver, wishing him a good night as Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, walking towards the door slowly. "I really want to have a drink, my head hurts like it's been hit so hard," he mumbled as Y/n caught with him with her heels in her hands.

"It was probably hit hard when you were a child, considering you are pretty dumb now," she laughed, making a face at him when he clicked her on the head.

After some fumbling for the keys and failing more than thrice because Harry wouldn't stop pressing small pecks of kisses here and there on the skin that was exposed and near to him, Y/n finally pushed the door open and pretended to bang Harry on the head.

"Dear God! You will accidentally kill me someday!" He claimed, laughing when she almost wheezed while clutching her stomach. "We haven't even had a drink and you already seem drunk," he mumbled as he took off his shoes.

He walked on behind her while taking off his suit, swinging it over his arm as she was already onto pouring their drinks. She didn't need to ask what he wanted, it was always the same. Whiskey. And he knew what she'd take- white wine, no questions asked.

It was fitted in her system, that white wine freshened her up. No one knows where that came from, it just does.

Y/n passed him his glass, filled with some ice and his drink, and came to stand just opposite him with her arms on the countertop, just like his. "Cheers," she mumbled and took her first sip.

It wasn't long before they both finished their drinks and went to pour some more, sharing a guilty glance.

One drink turned into another and the distance between them began to decrease enough to make them buzz with some sort of excitement. Then the slurs turned into their mouths moving in sync as one pushed another's clothes off.

Her hair curtained their faces from one side as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. He climbed the stairs knowing there was a hundred percent chance they could topple over just because of the force they were enforcing on each other. His hands hungrily moved on her body and her hands tangled their fingers in his locks.

Turning on his heels to push open the bedroom door by his back, his feet carried them straight to the bed. Their mouths parted then, her chest heaving quickly as she lay on the bed, seemingly not sensing the importance of breathing while going for the side of his neck.

But Harry rose up just as her lips settled on his skin, chuckling sweetly at her confusion and look of helplessness.

He dropped down on his knees, on the cold hard ground.

Looking up at her as if she were a goddess, he cupped her knees and pushed them farther away from each other. The slight hint of her smell alone snatched his focused gaze from her confirming eyes, to where her drenched panties covered her center. 

Pupils darkening with each passing second, Harry placed his hand on her lower tummy, pushing down so that her hips slip, and her throbbing core grows nearer to him. "So fuckin' wet," he said in a voice so soft, and yet it sounded like a taunt.

A lopsided grin stretched out on his lips and carved out one of his dimples as raised his head up once more to take in her expression. Her eyes showered him in praise and begged him to go on, but her breath just hitched. He could tell she hadn't yet started breathing again as his cold hand started crawling up her knee, slipping up higher and closer with each drag of his palm.

His hungry fingers tapped and walked on her skin like a smooth metal ball bouncing up and down her body after slipping down from one's hand. Just as he hooked his finger on her panties elastic line, her thumb hooked itself on the other side and started pushing the thin clothing down. "Ow!" She exclaimed in a voice lower than a whisper when he slapped her hand away, clearly not expecting such harshness from the man who usually lays underneath her every time they're high on lust. 

"Don't do that again," he told her, almost frowning, before pulling the clothing down her legs in a rush he's never had before.

Inhaling deeply, he hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them up till his hands reached her boobs and the elbows just a tad above her hips. A small crisscross of his two limbs and she was flipped on her stomach. 

"Oh ...my god, H," she gasps, a chuckle leaving her mouth followed by a trembling breath. 

"Raise that ass for me, please," he asked her politely, waiting for her to oblige and let her ass rest in front of his sharp V-line. Smirking in contentment when she slowly, but surely, did so. He landed a quick slap to her asscheek before he turned and rested his back on the curve at the end of the bed, quickly hooking his arms around her thighs. 

He wanted to taste her first, just like she mostly does. "Ah, fuck," she shuddered as his tongue swiped between her puffy lips, separating them.

"So tell me, darling," he said, replacing his tongue with his thumb. "What's it like... having the most handsome man between your legs?"

Tagging: @reveriehs <3 MASTERLIST :)

[kingconia]

Hi! May I request promt number 30 and 48 with Jamil in a secret relationship with a gender neutral reader. It’s alright if you ignore this request :)

Gn!Reader x Jamil Viper

30. “I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So, thank you.

48. “Kinda sucks that I can only have you like this.”

•

It was a common knowledge that the heirs had their own routines, a balanced sleep being important part of it, as they always finished their day at the same time.

They rested, and their loyal servants were rested along with them, finally having some time on themselves. Or they didn't, really.

It didn't matter.

Tied by promises and oaths, giving long ago in the past, strangled by expectations of others, bounded to protect— not to be protected—cherish—and not to be cherished—they could only ensure that their princes would be safe and sound. Contained and happy.

And what about them? Well. A life meant very little, when you weren't allowed to live it. Right?

As deeply trusted guard of the Malleus Draconia, you grew up thinking in the same way. Him above everything, his life over yours—even though, it was you, who was mortal—and his happiness over everything.

Yet...

Yet, you found yourself falling in love eventually.

With the man, who seemed just as doomed as you were.

Two hopeless shades of their masters found themselves becoming a one.

You had nothing to your names—nothing to change, give, or even to offer—but each other.

Your love was concealed, obscured by the moon, where no one could find it. No one, but you.

”Kinda sucks that I can only have you like this,” you muttered, resting your chin on Jamil's scrawny shoulder. ”I wish I could do it all the time. Hug you, at least.”

You heard as Jamil sighed, relaxing against your chest. Throwing his head back, he put his hands against yours thay were wrapped around his waist.

”We can't have that, my diamond,” he murmured solemnly. ”Remember?”

A familiar, yet unpleasant limp, stuck in your throat. How unfair.

You were mortals. Your life was so short, so undeniably fast running. And considering how often you took risks for your princes, it could end at anytime.

Yet, you couldn't even pretend to be happy. They couldn't even give you a replica of the paradise. How cruel.

”I do,” you nod.

Jamil once told that loving you felt like finding an oasis. Breathtaking, making you run desperately, scramble on the hot sand, yet never being fully able to grasp it, no matter how hard you tried.

It hurt hearing that but you know that the feeling of it was mutual.

It weren't your hearts that were so unreachable, but your future.

”My diamond,” Jamil turned his head to you, eyes meeting with yours.

”Yes, my thorn?”

”I know secret relationship isn't comfortable,” he whispered, face softening. ”I know, that it is more my problem than yours, too.”

By that, he meant, of course, that opening up about your relationship to Malleus and other Diasomnia students would be easier than ask Jamil to speak with Kalim. It was right, on some extent, but you never reminded him of that for his own sake.

What was the point?

”But I merely wanted to remind you that... I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So... Thank you.”

He touched your lips softly. It wasn't even a proper kiss, but a single brush. Yet, you melted all the same, pressing your foreheads together firmly.

“Oh, but Jamil...” You tightened your embrace. ”Thank you.”

Perhaps, one day, both of you would be able to share your secret with others. And maybe, that would be the day, when your lives would be given back to you. Or maybe no. Maybe, there is no happy ending for the background characters. Maybe your hears were made to be broken.

But for now, everything was fine.

And may the peace last forever.

[savvythepirate]

Keep calm

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x GN!reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @roguesknights

The Request:

Could I request Jack x GN!reader where Jack running his fingers through the readers hair helps calm them down? It doesn't matter to me if you make the readers hair longer, shorter, or somewhere in-between. I just think this would be cute ❤️

***

Around the ship, Jack Sparrow was known as not the most emotional person, but at times, he allows himself to show emotions off if it was to someone he cared about.

You were one of those, basically at the top of his list of the ones he cared about. During the day, you were all sunshine and smiles, always making it seem nothing was troubling you. You were always happy to do any certain task given to you by Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl. Out of the whole crew onboard, you were lucky to have grown close and attached to Jack as you were often seen together, you following him around all day if he didn’t give you anything to do.

Because of how often you’re seen together, rumors had gone around that suspicious minds say that there was something more then friendship going on between you and the captain. Even though there was nothing more than a friendship, Jack had started liking you a little more than that. However, he kept it to himself as he was afraid of scaring you off possibly forever. To him, that cannot happen and he made sure of it by keeping his silence on the topic of confessing. Little did Jack know was that you too, had started falling for him and remained silent for the very same reasons. This friendship meant a great deal to you and you didn’t want to lose it by letting a confession slip your tongue.

Knowing Jack Sparrow for as long as you have, you felt that Jack was someone you can give your complete trust to, and to be more opening about anything. The only thing you were keeping from him was the fact that you have dealt with anxiety for as long as you can remember, due to your dark past, a story you kept from him as well. It wasn’t just the anxiety you were going through, it was the nightmares you’ve been having. The nightmares kept you up at night and because of the lack of sleep, it was easy for Jack Sparrow to pick up on your sudden change in demeanor right away. When he caught onto it, he decided he was going to gently approach you with the confrontation, wanting to know what was going on and if there was a way he could help you on this.

When Jack finds you, you’re on the top deck of the ship as the early evening sky approaches, looking over the horizon. Taking in the beauty of it for as long as you can because this time could easily be your last to enjoy something as little as this. You were watching with noticeable tired eyes, seeing that you were having trouble keeping them open, Jack approach you from behind with the first question. Jack may not know fully what was going on, but he knew that part of it was you weren’t getting the rest you needed and that was what he asked you about first.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” Jack asks, startling you a bit.

“Come again?”

“I think you heard me the first time, (Y/n). Have you even been sleeping at all?”

You remained silent, hoping that Jack would eventually give up and walk away, dropping the subject.

This was something you did not want to discuss, however, Jack presses on.

“You can’t play me for a fool, (Y/n). What’s going on you’re not telling me?”

Sighing in defeat, you give in and tell him only the part of it you want him to know.

“Just… nightmares.”

“About what?”

“You know, I don’t remember most of them. The ones I do remember is one very brutal and gruesome. It’s something you’ll never get out of your head, it’s the kind that keeps you up at night, afraid to fall asleep because once you do, you’re stuck in it and you’re stuck there. Those are kind of nightmares I have.” You explain.

With that much detailed information, Jack is now the one to become silent. He breaks it shortly after choosing to ask the most daring question, and will soon be wishing he hadn’t.

“Can I just ask… what do you see in those nightmares?”

“Maybe some other time, but I promise I’ll tell you. Just not now.”

Jack nods in understanding before reaching out, as if he was wanting to give you a hug for comfort.

“Does someone need a hug?” He asks with a goofy grin.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, before accepting his hug. After all, Jack Sparrow gives the best kind of hugs you could ever ask for.

Time passes and you still remain in his welcoming embrace, you soon feel his fingers run through your long (h/c) hair as if it was a tactic to help calm down your anxieties and worries. The next thing you know, but can’t recall on, you fall asleep at the feel of his fingers running soothingly through your hair, still locked in his embrace.

Not wanting to wake you, Jack carries you to his cabin so he can keep an eye on you, to make sure you’re getting the rest you needed after the last few sleepless nights.

Once he gets you there, he’s about to place you on the bed when you start to mumble something in your sleep, and it clicks in him that you’re just sleep talking.

“Wai- wait.. I have to go back and… they still need my help…”

You were sounding like you had left something behind that didn’t get done, luckily, Jack knows exactly what to say.

“Let me take care of it, alright? You need to rest.”

“Ok…”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh a little as you slurred in your sleep.

Gosh, he just absolutely loves you.

He truly treasures you.

***

@savvythepirate

Characters:

• Jack Sparrow

• Davy Jones

• Hector Barbossa

• Will Turner

Requests: OPEN

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @marsswann @friendlynova @always-on-hiatus

[theficplug]

Nights Like This.

Carmen Berzatto x Black Reader

Summary : A fluffy little look into Carmy helping his fiancee after a girls night out.

Warnings: 18 + as always, no actual smut just slightly sexy moments-loads of fluff though.

unedited. sorry, i know i'm still rusty lol, i hope you like it still.

(watch The Bear , it's so good and Jeremy Allen White / Ebon Moss-Bachrach always eat up all their roles.)

“I want you to have fun tonight. Call me when you’re ready for me to pick you up baby. You got your pepper spray? Did you charge your phone? ” Carmy anxiously asks against your lips with a final kiss.

“Baby, My phone is fully charged. I’ve got the pepper spray and the lipstick knife that you got me last weekend. It’s okay, I’m okay. What are you gonna do tonight?” You ask, nuzzling his nose and he shrugs.

He then leans his head for a moment like he's weighing his options. 

Ever the old man. If you knew your man well enough, you knew that he'd probably be at home with a wine older than both of his parents and he'll be yelling at Beat Bobby Flay. Or something along those lines.

“Probably watch Iron Chef or some shit until I nod off. Richie wanted me to come over for some football game, but he knows I don’t watch sports like that. I only ever really watched it with Mike- Go go go, they’re waiting for you. Say hey for me and call me when you’re ready. No Ubers or Lyft or whatever the fuck it’s called. I’ll come scoop you up.” He insists again and with that you’re giving him one final kiss before you’re being pulled away by your girls. 

He didn’t trust Ubers or any of that stuff late at night and always insisted on taking you to and from your night outs with your girls. No matter how tired he was from being at work all day. 

The night was beyond fun because you hadn't seen your girls in forever and of course you were going to celebrate Davena's birthday on Throwback Night at your favourite place. The lot of you settled on going as Destiny's Child.

Hours later when your feet were aching and the room felt like it was moving like a Tilt-A-Whirl and all the uncles had came out two stepping towards you and your friends. You knew that it was time for Kelly Rowland to head out and home to her man. 

You pulled out your phone to call your fiance. And the press of a button he was outside waiting for you and your friends within the next 15 minutes. 

“Heeeyyy Carmy. I'm gonna get Luke to come around tomorrow to take a look at that stove. It might be time to do a replacement.” Davena says entering the car

"Hey, okay, yeah. It hadn't been changed since like '03 anyways so it's time. It's the one that Michael loved, and it was like the only stove he cooked on 'cause when the place first opened he was broke as fuck and couldn't afford more. But I'm tired of that shit nearly catching on fire every time Syd turns it on." he answers and earns a chuckle from her.

“How you doing Carmy? You still trying to learn how to make gumbo? I told you that an Italian boy from the Chi don't know nothing about that. You need to get my grandma up in your kitchen, but she's never giving that family recipe up." Naomi teases as she sits back in her seat.

"No doubt, No doubt. I wouldn't even dare ask Ms. Monroe about that. I learned my lesson from the peach cobbler." he says and they both laugh for a moment thinking about her grandma asked Carmy to buy a peach cobbler from the store to bring to the cookout instead of making one because she didn't believe that he was actually a chef.

They always joked and chatted like this back and forth like brother and sisters and you were grateful that they got along like family because they hated your long term boyfriend before Carmy with a passion.

In all fairness , his family and friends watched you like a hawk as well until they realized that you were damn near perfect for him. You were Carmy's first serious relationship so you understand their caution and concern.

It took one time for them to sse the way that you and Carmen interacted and they just knew that you two were meant to be.

“Boy, you should’ve seen how she busted her ass coming outside to you. Talking about my mans outside.” Naomi jokes as she pretends to fall over in her seat.

They all talk at once slightly slurring their words as they enter the car with you .

You, took the passenger seat while they piled into the back still laughing at you holding onto Robin so that you didn’t completely fall down. 

“See, I wasn’t going to say nothing about you throwing ass on Mr. Leprechaun but- sis next time I’m going to need you to turn around and see that it’s not us.” you reply to Naomi before she shakes her head in disgust. 

“His , ‘where’s me gold’ looking ass almost gave me a damn heart attack. Y’all wrong for that one.” she says throwing a peanut from her bra at the back of your head. 

"We got him out of there when we realized , didn't we?" Robin says still laughing and wiping at her smeared corner of her eyeliner.

Carmy smiles sleepily at you while stopped at the red light and lean over for a kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip for a moment tasting the remnants of the sugary drinks and peanuts from the bar when you leaned back to hiccup.

“The girls wanted to stay over tonight and go home in the morning?” you question and he nods, tapping his tattooed fingers on the steering wheel to the music with the other resting on your inner thigh. 

“That’s fine. We’ve got the pull out and then someone can take the air mattress that’s still up from the last time Tiff put Richie out. So it all works out.” he answers and you turn up the radio as Davena starts singing along to the song. 

You know that it’s a successful girls night out when you, Davena, Robin , and Naomi are in the car singing along loudly and off tune to Keyshia Cole after countless fruity colorful drinks that snuck up on you way too quickly. 

“LOOOOOVEEE. NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISSING, BUT I KNEW ONCE WE START KISSING-” all 3 of you sing as you point at Carmy and he just laughs sleepily while shaking his head at y’all putting on a full concert in his small car. 

“Love you though.” You whisper to him as he nods and gives your thigh a small squeeze.

The car ride ended quicker than expected as the 5 of you made it to your shared apartment with Carmy and he immediately began to set things out for them.

You not only loved how he has been a gentleman to you for the past 4 years of you two being together but also the way he treated the women in your life. He was always polite, loving, and kind to your mother sister and friends. 

He found multiple blankets in the storage closet with pillows and laid them out before sluggishly turning towards the group with your purse and heels in his hands. 

“There’s blankets on the couch. I made lasagna earlier. You are more than welcome to it. Just please keep it down for me. I have an early morning, thank you. Goodnight crew." Carmy says quietly to the group before heading off to the bedroom. 

“OKAY, LASAGNA.”

“They really could not cook at that place because everything they offered was either cold or cooked too hard.” 

“ We love you Carmiiiinnnee” they call out to him.

 “Right back at you.” he responds quickly before finally making it to the bedroom and sliding off his shirt. He sits on the bed and watch as you wobble and scurry around the room. 

You grab clothes for your girls to change into before making your way into the bedroom after Carmy.

He smiles at you for a moment getting wrapped up in watching you before stretching and moving to the bathroom to find your cleanser.

Your heart melts when you notice Carmen was prepared for you to return home. He had a cold bottle of water set out for you, meds, a night gown, peppermints, and your makeup remover wipes. This man is truly one in a billion let alone one in a million. 

“Come to the bathroom so that I can help you.” he calls out to you while looking through the cabinet to find your cleanser. 

“I also have your robe right here if you don’t feel like wearing anything tonight. I mean- I’m not complaining if you don’t want to.” he states half jokingly as he stoops down once you reach the bathroom to rub your aching foot a little before switching to the other one. 

He moves back up to slowly making his way up your legs as his hands find the button to your mini skirt  and you shimmy it down your legs along with your panties.

You notice how his eyes are following the curves of your body as if he’s seeing it for the first time.

You don’t miss the way that his fingertips ghost up from the bottom of your stomach and up your sides to slide off your top and then to unstick your boob tape. 

You hiss for a second and he gives you a small chuckle and faint pout. 

“Aww baby, I’m sorry. I had no other way to get it off. Let me kiss it better?” he asks in faux concern.

He just wanted to take the moment to get his lips on you. 

The mix of the way he’s eyeing your breasts and putting his pouty pink lips all over your glistening bronze skin has got you on go.

His tongue briefly swirling over the now hardened little dark brown bud while your hand makes their way to the back of his head, flushed against the soft waves to steady yourself. 

You moan softly and wobble over slightly,  leaning over and putting all of your weight onto him tiredly. 

Carmy laughs for a moment before remembering what he was initially supposed to be doing in the first place. 

You let him sit you on the bathroom counter and watch him leave and re-enter with the water and meds. 

“I know you're sleepy but you’re going to have to let me get this off of you because if I don’t get this makeup off of you and put your bonnet on for tonight. A very happy drunk you will turn into a very upset hungover you in the morning. I’ve got to be at the restaurant early tomorrow. I don’t want you crying into my chest telling me about how much your head hurts. Then they’re gonna be on my ass for missing the meeting ‘cause you know I can’t leave you like that. You know Syd is the only one I trust with the place but they don't listen to her. Drink your water and then close your eyes so I can take your lashes off." Carmy says finally while putting the cold bottle of water to your lips. 

“Wish Syd would've gone out with us tonight... Hmm, Yes, Chef. Love it when you take care of me. Always take good care of me". You purr teasingly while running your fingertips up and down his bare belly and then down to the inside of his boxers and sweats, sending slight shivers up his spine. 

“Stop that shit. Ferma quella merda (stop that shit). ” He repeats half heartedly, swatting your hands away and stepping back slightly to keep you from palming him. 

You could tell that your antics were getting to him while he tried to focus on washing your makeup away because his breathing quickened and his heart began to beat a mile a minute. 

“You don’t want it?” You ask slightly, separating your legs for a moment and he looks down, contemplating while licking over his bottom lip. 

He brings one hand over your thighs giving the thick soft skin a squeeze before dragging his hand between your legs letting his fingertips dip into you slightly.

You instantly scoot up against his hand, thighs locking around it like a vice.

Carmen lets out a long drawn out sigh at how wet you are while shaking his head. 

You place your hand over his before working your hips against it and yours finds its way inside of his boxers to palm him again. 

"What's got you dripping like this already, pretty?" he asks quietly taking his time his fingers exploring and moving without haste inside of you.

Carmy removes his hand and licks his fingers clean before taking your hand out of his boxers with a soft groan. 

“I know. I know.” he coos to soothe your protesting . You look at him with a frowned expression and it takes everything in him not to laugh at you sitting on the bathroom counter stark naked, mostly drunk, and pouting at him like he had just offended you. 

He ignored you staring daggers into him as he put the minty toothpaste onto your toothbrush. 

“If you start some shit- you know that i’m not going to be able to finish it. Not with you like this. Come on, I have to be up at 4 tomorrow. Stop pouting and gimme kiss.” He asks with his lips puckered out and you take the opportunity to lean up and kiss him until he’s moaning softly against your lips, then kiss all over his face. 

“Thank you baby. Open- ahh.” He instructs and helps you brush your teeth  gently before that post-alcohol breath starts to hit different. 

"I promise. Tomorrow after work, I won't even make dinner because I already know what i'll be eating all night. Deal?" he offers feeling bad that you're now trying to give him the puppy dog eyes.

Carmen couldn’t help but to laugh at your antics because if sober you knew that you were being all sappy and affectionate she would go through the floor. 

"Deal. Wanna taste you too though." you finally respond.

You were eyeing him and taking in his mousy brown hair and his slightly tired eyes and puffy kissed bitten lips. He looked so beautiful like this.

A moment where he isn't stressing about 9,000 other things. 

“Gonna marry you and have all your babies. You know that? If we have a boy. We have to name him Michael. ” you say to him , half awake at this point. 

He knows that you’re tired and drunkenly saying what’s on your mind but the fact that you wanted to name your son after his brother made his heart feel like it was going to leap through his chest.

He knows that Michael would’ve loved you. Carmen's sister and his entire family adored you already as if you were their own. 

You were the reason why he began to rebuild and repair the relationship between them that was strained long before the grief. 

He knew the moment that you walked into the restaurant with all of your color samples and designs for the remodel that you were going to be it for him.

Call it fate, divine timing, luck, or whatever else. You two got on from the moment he sat down across from you in the booth. 

By the end you two had long forgotten that the purpose of the meeting was to talk about interior design and renovations. You were too busy telling him that he hadn’t lived until he tried Ethiopian spaghetti.

You two didn’t stop talking until well after the restaurant had closed and everyone had gone home. But, not before Richie yelled “wrap it before you tap it, cousin” from outside of the restaurant window and you both turned to flip him off. 

You two were friends for a long while and it took everything to convince each other that it wouldn’t end in disaster before you both just gave in to the inevitable of falling in love. 

Even as the restaurant's changes came to an end. The bond you two had forged so quickly within those months was just getting started.

“Gonna make me a husband and a daddy? How did I get so lucky, hmm ?” he asks, leaning down to nuzzle your nose and your neck. 

After brushing your teeth and completely taking off your makeup Carmy places a final kiss to your forehead and lips.

 “Let me see you, my pretty baby.” he coos , holding your face in his hands.

“You always take good care of me baby. Love you so much.” you mumble half asleep as he slides the silk gown from the counter onto you. 

You place your head against his chest to hear his heartbeat. 

“‘That’s what I’m supposed to do because I love you too. Always gonna take care of you. Come on, let’s get you to bed, pretty.” he responds, sliding the bonnet onto your head and tucking it up so that it doesn’t irritate your ears.

He had finally got you into bed and spooned comfortably in his arms.

It took him all of 10 minutes of humming and letting you trace his tattoos for you to fall asleep, snoring softly.

He didn't bother even bother to turn on the t.v. because he already knew that he'd be following shortly.

Both of you grateful that you get to be husband and wife officially in 4 months time.