#the opening to lover's rock is amazing but I also like the last part of the chorus. and the doo doo do do do do doo doos at the end ofc

[dilemmaed]

12, 14, and 80 for the spotify wrapped game!!

FOOL ( FRANKIE COSMOS ) #14

your name is a triangle, your heart is a square / I love to see you way over there / once I was happy, you found it intriguing / then you got to me and left me bleeding

SAY ANYTHING ( GIRL IN RED ) #80

say anything to me / say anything, diane / say anything to me / ooh, oh-oh-oh / you'll be the good girl / i'll be the guy to change your mind

LOVER'S ROCK ( TV GIRL ) #26

are you sick of me? / would you like to be? / i'm trying to tell you something / something that I already said / ... / and if she grabs for your hand / and drags you along / she might want a kiss / before the end of this song / because love can burn like a cigarette / and leave you alone with nothing

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

NSFT Alphabet: Infernal Sin!Fool's Gold

-you have a big storm coming for you meme here-

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is not a gentle nor kind lover. He is the Lord of the Seven Hells, King of the 72 demons of Goetia, the Lord of Infernal Sin; and if you want a gentle lover then look to Orphan of Goetia, NOT HIM. Aftercare is handled by the Beholder of His Heart (Norton), the love is for the human to give to you and to express when he takes care of you. Loving you, checking on you, giving you the post-sex intimacy you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything, he is obsessed with you. Obsessed with all that he has claimed on many days and nights

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hot and glowing cum, he likes to be dirty with it when with you. Making you open your mouth and keep it there before drinking it, making you wear your clothes with his cum still in or on you, cumming on your hair or clothes-- He a nasty mf

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are times he possesses the Orphan of Goetia to fuck you in a mortal shell, to feel the difference between skin on skin versus skin on rock. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has fucked a 1000 upon a 1000 of mortals, and few can claim to be his favorite. You are one of them <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Again, full nelson

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, very mean playful

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Literal rocks so no hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

There is nothing romantic about this, he fucks to indulge and to mark you as his. This is for him, he just so happens to like you enjoying it too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why? He has you, he has his counterpart, he has that worshiper, and he could have another mortal or demon. So he doesn’t need to masturbate when he can grab someone to play with

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia, Bukkake, Forniphilia, Humiliation, Impact Play, Degradation, basically get ready for kink town with him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will do it anywhere he damn pleases, sorry you do not get much say in that

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally the king of sin, he can be read to go at random moments or because he is bored

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Gentle and do not ask him to be submissive

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes doing both giving and receiving but he likes making you cock warm his cock with your mouth

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, slow but deep when he is teasing and edging you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun to keep you ready for him later

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

A lot of risks with him

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

A lot. Pray, seriously 

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, only he can touch you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Painfully unfair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be vocal, will growl, talkative as he reminds you who is fucking you and how you feel amazing

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He sometimes invites that mystic dancer to peg you so he can watch you both

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

12in uwu

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High sex drive, pray you can handle him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He does not sleep because he does not need to sleep lol

[blues824]

:) ☆I'm backkkkkkkk☆ I cried

I found this photo of our knight kin in my gallery, do with it as you want toooooo!!!! 🥺🤩🤗 Tehehe

He's sooeo sweet hereeehxuhdh Ahahahhahahah

🏃‍♂️ my simp is showing—

I requested: Making Snowmen + Hot chocolate for the cold

A sequel to this fic that I wrote for Sebek. Turns angsty lol.

Sebek Zigvolt

Because he had the entire weekend off, due to you seeking the help of both Lilia and Malleus when your relationship was on the rocks. Saturday came around, and he had fallen asleep and accidentally stayed the night. He was freaking out, worrying that his Housewarden was going to be angry, but you showed him a text from the Vice Housewarden, that said he was given permission to stay over at Ramshackle for the weekend he had off.

That being said, you told him that you were going back into the snow today, and he let out a groan of annoyance. You should know by now that he preferred humid and warm climates, which is why he loved the Botanical Gardens.

But, this was your payback, as he had spent weeks ignoring you and choosing his schoolwork as well as the Prince over you. That last sentiment was understandable, as that was the code of a knight, but the former statement really hurt. It was like he would prioritize anything over you, and while you first excused it as him adjusting to being romantically involved with someone, it got to a point where you were done.

Anyway, you opened the front door, and a rush of cool air burst into the corridor. You heard Sebek shiver, despite being wrapped in many different layers. Grim was also shivering, but he had claimed that he only needed his scarf and gloves to keep warm. You called his bluff, but he stuck to his guns.

When Sebek had finally joined you outside, you immediately shouted, “LET’S BUILD A SNOWMAN!”

You managed to spook him with the sudden outburst, but he immediately started making a plan. He was going to make the base, as he would be able to roll it to the designated spot you made. You would get its midsection, and he would help you lift it up. Then, Grim would make the head out of snow.

And so you all split up. You had to head inside to grab a spare scarf as well as a carrot and buttons, and then you placed them on the ground at said spot. Then you started getting the snowball for the torso.

It didn’t take too long for Sebek to finish, nor did it take long for Grim, but the difference was that Grim found himself rolling as a snowball with the snowball. He was rolling down the hill, and he suddenly hit a rock hidden in the snow, and he was launched into the air. It’s not like he could aim away from you, so he ended up landing on top of you.

With a loud oomph, you landed on the ground, and your boyfriend rushed over to make sure that you were okay. It turns out that you were laughing as you, through giggles, asked if the cat monster was okay. The crocodile half-fae helped you up, checking over you to make sure that you didn’t sustain any serious injuries, and you just continued to make the torso of the snowman.

Eventually, you and Grim rolled your parts to Sebek’s part, and he helped you lift each part. Grim was insistent on lifting his own, so the knight lifted the cat who, in turn, placed the head on top of the snowman.

Now it was time to decorate it, and you grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around the snowman’s neck. Sebek shoved the carrot in the middle of the head, making it its nose. Grim helped with the buttons, and you smiled at the masterpiece. You turned to see your lover, and the tip of his nose as well as the apples of his cheeks were pink.

Maybe it was time to head inside.

~~~~~~~~

You immediately started making some hot chocolate. You didn’t realize how cold you actually were because of how much fun you were having, but you couldn’t feel your fingers or toes. It felt like a Herculean effort to just blink. The aroma of the sweet ingredients wafted through the air, making the dorm smell amazing.

“I’m sorry…” That was a first. You turned to see the man who you’ve called your ‘knight in shining armor’, looking ashamed and guilty.

“For what, Seb?”

“For neglecting you, and that is the best way to say it so don’t say differently. You had to go to Waka-sama and Lilia-sama for Seven’s sakes because I was prioritizing my work over you,” He was getting a bit worked up, angry about his own failure.

“Just admitting your fault is enough-”

“No, it is not. I hurt you, which is detestable for a knight! What can I do to make it up to you?”

A moment passed of him being close to tears, and you had to hold in your laughter. But, you can’t really be blamed. For the longest time, the First Year who was now on his knees, begging for a way to get you to forgive him, had called you a ‘human’ in such a disgusted tone. Maybe the significant other effect is real?

The hot cocoa was finished, and you poured it into two mugs from the pot you made it in. Your smile dropped, a sombre expression appearing on your face in its place.

“Do you have time to have a cup of hot chocolate with me?” You asked, voice very close to breaking. You had to use both hands to steady the mug as you extended it towards him, and his eyes were surprisingly glassy.

“More than enough,” He responded, taking a sip of the sweet drink.

[fourstarsoutofnine]

Hellooo, i noticed that requests are open! If I may, can I request courting shenanigans with Four? Man's gonna have a full on war in his head (AND a full on brawl if they split )if the Colors have different ideas on how they want to court the reader. Even better if the Reader has feelings for them but is as Dense as A Rock.

In any case, please do take your time with this! I don't want you to burn yourself out, and I don't mind waiting.

One last thing, I hope you know that your writings make me smile whenever I see that you posted.

Ok that's it lmao, take care of yourselfff

A/n:AAA thank you sm😭🫶you’re so very kind. Also I’ve been wanting to write for the colors for a while, thank you for giving me a way to do that!!

Also, I read somewhere a while back that to make a courtship official in medieval times(typically between a man and a woman, I’m not sure how it worked for other couples, it didn’t say so I’d just say it was an overarching thing), the man would give his lover a cloth torn from his garment but I didn’t want to have four slice his tunic so I settled for an extra headband ribbon <3 anyway enjoy!

How to date.

Four x reader (ft. colors)

The smith was normally a pretty easygoing guy. Calm, collected, able to figure things out relatively well on his own….when it came to regular issues.

But you, though—oh, you.

You were an entirely different story. He had no clue how to gauge the situation of his thoughts and feelings towards you.

He knew he’d fallen for you—faster than the champion when his shield broke while surfing—but the thing is… he was torn inside on how he wanted to go about asking you, and courting you.

You, of course, were clueless as a blind detective. Not a single thought of his feelings behind those eyes. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t relieved by that. It just meant he could look at you longer without you wondering why he was doing so.

Vio hated keeping this from you. He wanted to figure out some way to tell you. It’s your right to know how he felt. It would be wrong to continue your friendship without your knowledge of this, as it was something that, Hylia forbid, could end the friendship all together if you found out and didn’t feel the same way.

Red wanted to tell you, but by the three the poor thing was paralyzed by fear. His feelings towards you were so strong he felt like he could explode. He adored you—he had the smith looking at you like you were the goddess herself. If it took being dragged here by the shadow for you to meet, it truly will have been worth it. He reveled in every aspect of you.

Even Blue was smitten. You knew how to fluster every part of the smith, and he was no exception. Your willpower and strength amazed him, as did your sharp wit and ability to shoot a comeback right back at anybody with a snarky remark, and that was something that could easily melt him to a puddle.

Green had no words, really. You just captivated him. He was the head of the group, the calmest of every color, the least easily riled. But you had him, all of them really, wrapped around your finger. If they could only agree on one thing, it would be that they’d do anything for you… so why couldn’t they come to an agreement on how to ask you out?

“A library’s the clear choice. It’s a calm, quiet environment facilitating a feeling of ease and comfort, and that’d be best.” Vio stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh please—you just wanna read after, whether we get rejected or not.” Blue rolled his eyes.

“Alright then, what’s your idea?” Vio shot back

“Picnic.” He shrugged. “Easy. It’s a calm, quiet environment facilitating a feeling of ease and comfort.” He repeated in a mocking tone. “But way more romantic. I mean—what can you even do in a library??? Recite love poems to them?”

“Yes! Exactly, Blue!”

“Hey!!!” Red shouted. “Stop arguing, this is getting us nowhere!”

“Do you have a suggestion, then?” Vio pressed

“Um-…well…” he thought. “We could…I’ll take them shopping! That way I can buy them things that accentuate their beauty…” his cheeks turned red as he smiled dopily at the ground.

“Not a bad idea, only, where will we get the money?” Blue asked. “We’re practically pisspoor traveling with the others. Hardly a rupee to our name and I wouldn’t be caught dead asking to borrow from someone to take our partner out. We’re not a scrub.”

“…yeah…” he mumbled ashamedly, a blush of embarrassment now across his cheeks. Vio patted his shoulder, assuring him it wasn’t a bad idea despite their lack of funds, and it would definitely be something they’d do in the future when they got more money(if you reciprocated their affections, that is.)

“Green? Any lifesaving ideas?” Blue crossed his arms, tired of this charade.

“….honestly, gang? I got nothin. I’m coming up blank..”

The other colors groaned. Unfortunately for them, it was loud enough for your passing form to hear. The sound caught your ear and drew you closer. When you got to the source, you saw four brightly colored iterations of your lovely smith, each one of them a representation of the color on the tunic you most consistently saw him wearing. You’d become rather close to him and the sound he’d made concerned you. This, however, wiped all other worry from you and you stood there shocked and confused on the scene playing out before you.

“Are you serious???” The small man in blue let out another groan and held his face. “My goddess were never gonna tell them at this point; this is ridiculous. They’ll be back where they belong by the time we can come up with a stupid plan.”

“Easy, Blue. Don’t be so dramatic; you’d sound like Red if you weren’t so negative.” The one in a lovely purple(or violet, more accurately) said.

“Hey..” the one in red pouted.

“No offense.”

“Offense?? You’re comparing him to ME!”

“All I said was you’re both dramatic, you’re just negative too—“

“I oughta—“

“Hey!!” The one in green finally shouted, bringing the others’ bickering to a halt. “Even if I did have a plan, would we even agree on it? You three can’t seem to even stop arguing, much less come to an agreement or come up with a solution we all like. Maybe-..maybe we just try to…since it’s causing us inner turmoil and making us bicker with ourselves…what if we just suppress it…”

“No..!” Red shouted. “I-I don’t want to..! Loving them is so nice… I don’t wanna push that down…”

“Honestly? Me neither. Besides it’ll just make us sick. You know what happens when we bottle it up.” Blue stated.

“Exactly. We get physically ill and I’m not a fan.” Vio added.

“But the thing is—what if it’s all for naught anyway? What if they don’t like us?” Green sighed.

“What if they do?” You finally piped up after not being able to hear of the scenario any longer. You loved the smith. You just never in a million years would have thought he returned your affections. But yet here he stood, the four major parts of him split by the foursword, bickering over how to take you on a date.

The colors eyes widened, faces blooming a bright red immediately. They’d been caught.

“What if I do?” You said. “And…I might have a solution to your issue… how about we go out to eat, or just for a walk or something..? It doesn’t matter what we do, I just like to spend time with you… we can to that when you’re all together again, and then someday later, you four could go on whatever individual dates you had in mind that you couldn’t agree on…” you smiled nervously.

Red was the first to break the standoff between all of you. He ran up and hugged you tight. You smiled and hugged him back. The other colors joined before they backed up and merged again. The smith stood in front of you with a sad smile. “You really—meant all that..?”

“Of course..” you smiled. “For one, I’d never lie to you, and two, why would I ever not reciprocate your feelings? Smith—Link, you are brilliant, in every single way. And all of this just adds to that. I can’t wait to get to know every single part of you.”

“Can—can I-….can you bend down here so I can kiss you?”

You laughed and nodded, bending down to let the small hero kiss you. It was careful, calculated, and so full of love that you were sure he’d gone over it in his head a thousand times on exactly how he’d do it. When you both broke away, his face was bright red and he smiled like a dope. “That—“ he started with a lovestruck laugh. “Was so much more than I ever dreamed it would be…”

“I could say the same…” you were just as lovestruck as he was. “I just-…never would’ve thought you’d ever think of me like that…”

“You kidding? You’re literally everything I’d ever dream of. Every aspect of you’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing…”

“Smithy…” you sigh, beginning to refute.

“I mean it.. and if you’ll let me, I’d love to show you how much you mean to me..”

“I-… I’d love to..” you smiled softly. His eyes lit up and he grabbed a spare piece of ribbon he uses for his headband and tied it around your wrist.

“I’m not sure how it works where you’re from, but this is how people know we’re courting.” He smiled. As did you. Courting, what a cute way to say dating… with the colors satisfied, the smith felt satisfied as well. So did you. A happy ending for all of you<3

[floppydiskettess]

VALORANT AGENTS BEING YOUR PARTNER

featuring : cypher, sova, chamber, yoru, raze and killjoy, phoenix

a/n : HELP ok omg i didnt think people would actually like my shitty writing !!! im now oddly motivated to write? :0

ALSO!!! SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO MY FRIEND WHO MADE THIS AMAZING VISUAL IF YORU PRANKING PHOENIX AND IT BACKFIRING (from my last post!!!!!) AHAGAHAGAGAG ITS AMAZING <33

anyways! lets begin!! tw for cyphers part, i like cypher angst..

◜Cypher◞

cypher truly loves you, but he is still recovering from losing nora.

be patient with him, he still has a lot of trauma and stress in his life that he is dealing with.

he often needs reminders to take care of himself. he usually gets lost in his work

if he is having a bad day, he locks his door and buries himself in his work.

if he let you inside on a bad day, he would be a bit grouchy. he is used to keeping his walls up. but after a few reassurances, loving touches, and kind whispers. he would crack.

he feels weak when he cries, he tries his best not to but he cannot keep it in sometimes

when he cries, he is soothed by the feeling of your hands on his masked face and your loving whispers in his ear. the mask often feels suffocating, but he just cannot bring himself to take it off.

he is extremely insecure...after years of battles (both with himself, and Kingdom) he has quite a few scars littering his body. he mostly covers up fully with his mask and long sleeves. he wouldn't show you himself until he really was ready to, so don't push him! he will when he is ready.

when he does show you though, you know he really trusts you.

he melts everytime you kiss one of his scars gently, it made him love that part of him self a little more.

if you have had a bad day, he will drop everything to help. if someone made you upset? oh boy...are they in for it.

he has a lot of bad days so this is nothing new to him, he knows how you feel and knows exactly how to cheer you up.

you are definitely his rock, your presence grounds him.

he is extremely sentimental. he would definetely gift you a photo album of all the key points and locations in your relationship.

he is a worrywart, if your on a risky mission he is keeping tabs on you at all time..

he often has nightmares about losing you or losing his home. once you found out, you got him to sleep in your bed. his nightmares happen significantely less since then..

he has experience in relationships..he was married after all.

his love language is words of affirmation!!!

"im so proud of you حبي.. you did so well darling!"

be careful with this man's heart, it is already extremely fragile..

if he lost you too, he would lose himself.

◜Sova◞

THIS MAN IS A SWEETHEART

his love language is definitely quality time!!!

he loves to spend time with his lover, he definitely plans tons of sentimental dates!

sentiment over price kinda guy. you could give him a dead flower from the area you met and he would be touched deeply.

he is not afraid to cry! he encourages you to express your emotions rather than bottling it up.

after a particulararely long mission, he would arrive at your room and the second you open the door he would bearhug you.

when you are upset, if you like physical affection he will carry you to the bed and cuddle with you.

if you are not up to doing basic things such as eating or bathing, he will pamper you :)

he would always be delighted to cook you a meal or wash your hair for you in the shower if you were not up to it.

he would whisper reassurences into your ear and cradle your face in his large hands

this man LOVES cuddles

big spoon, but on bad days he likes to be held

his favourite thing is when you run your hands through his hair !

he is not afraid to show his love for you in public, not as a "their mine" sort of way, he just loves to show his love for you at all times

he would greet you with a deep kiss on the lips as his handles cradled your face

he isn't an really jealous person, he trusts you and your judgement and he knows that you won't leave him. but if he sees someone getting a little too close to you and you don't pick up on their motive. you will probably feel a big hand go around your waist as he glares down at the person.

he is a big guy with a big heart :)

"лисичка..I love you so much, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

◜Chamber◞

this man doesn't really understand some social cues.

for example...he will still flirt with other women. its kinda just how he is

but if you feel upset and he (somehow) noticed on his own, he will get worried.

"mon beau? what's wrong...you have been acting strangely lately......oh...oh no no darling i am so sorry...i promise anything i have said i don't mean...i love you so much."

he has a big fuckin ego....

compliment him, he will love you forever.

he loves to tease you, but he knows the limits.

he isn't the best at comforting people, he usually just settles for a pat on the back and wrapping an arm around your waist or neck.

he would be a decent partner. he loves to overuse the petnames though

he used to buy you expensive things thinking he could buy your love, but then he realized that price isn't what matters.

you definitely helped him grow as a person. though he still is quite cocky.

big spoon. have you seen this lanky ass mf???

he LOVES bragging about you.

he will make sure everyone knows that your his partner. he will kiss you in public.

if someone is flirting with you, oh he will waltz right over and press a deep kiss to your lips.

"ready to go mon chéri?"

◜Yoru◞

hes a tsundere, obviously?

he really cares about you, often giving you "disgsuting goo goo eyes“ (- Jett, 2050)

if you called him out he would immediately look away and deny it though.

he is much softer with you in private, opting for a loving hug when he is alone with you

this man is so touch starved

if he is in a bad mood, he gets really snappy with everyone. he tries to shut you out but in the end he either never has the heart to or he says something he regrets.

"shit...im so sorry..i didn't mean to say that ダーリン ..i am just really tired right now, ok?"

if you were to forgive him, he would be treading carefully. trying his best not to accidentally say something else upsetting to you.

if you had a nightmare, his heart would break at the sight of your crying face. "doll..can you tell me what you need right now so i can help you?"

he would wrap you in a hug, pushing your face against his chest. he would be whispering sweet reassurances into your ear as you began to drift back to sleep.

oh if you tease him in the morning about it though he will absolutely deny everything.

he tries to act like he doesn't like you, but he really just doesn't know how to show his affection.

if you got sick, he would be at your bedside with warm food (that he definitely did not make himself. it's not like he cares..), medicine, and your favourite movies.

"shut up...i am only doing this so you arn't a liability on the mission ok?? we don't need a sick person.."

he is extremely domestic, but he would never admit it

expect to spend the next few days curled up to his chest as he lovingly stroked your hair, tucking peices behind your ears.

he is not much of a gift giver or a words of affirmation kind of guy. he struggles with his words. he is definetely a acts of service and quality time kind of guy!

he would rather have you in his arms then a stupidly expensive gift in his hands.

"愛してます idiot..."

◜Raze and Killjoy◞

POLY !!!!!!!!!!!!

having these two as your girlfriends would be amazing.

they are so different yet so similar!!

raze is the loud extrovert, killjoy is the omnivert!

raze would definitely be the more physically affectionate of the two! killjoy would be much more emotionally affectionate.

raze would greet you with a chaste kiss on the cheek, a bearhug, or (if she feels bold) a kiss on the lips! she would not be scared to do it in public either. she gives off "THATS RIGHT!!!! THIS IS MY PARTNER AND I LOVE THEM!!!!" vibes.

killjoy is the total opposite, she is not a big fan of pda. in public she would greet you with a light hug or a highfive. but in private? she would be all over you. she would pepper your face in sweet kisses and eskimo kisses! she also loves to hug you from behind. she is much much more shy about being public than raze is though!

when they are together you are often sandwiched inbetween them. raze offering physical love while killjoy is more emotional.

if you were upset, raze would freeze up. she isn't very good with emotions...if she were upset she would just go blow some stuff up and problem solved! but that doesn't always work for others.. she would still offer you a gentle hug and would trace shapes on your back similar to what her mother did for her as a kid.

if you were upset around killjoy, she would rush to comfort you. "please leibling...talk to me. i am here...i hate seeing you like this..".

Killjoy is a very good listener. She would patiently listen to your troubles as she rubbed your back sympathetically. She has had her fair share of anxiety so she understands what you are going through.

overall, they equal eachother out.

you are grateful to have your girlfriends, you recieve and give equal love to them and nobody feels left out.

raze is more a gift giver while KJ is totally a acts of service person!

raze would probably try (and fail.) to make you baked goods if you have a sweet tooth!

"I'm sorry darling!! I tried to bake you cookies but it was taking too long....so I used my blowtorch and they burned....T-T"

killjoy often has to pick up the peices (literally. the peices of the charred cookies. Seriously how did raze think a blowtorch could bake cookies?!"

can you tell I love these two??

these two are the perfect girlfriends!!!!

"i love you so much maus." "hey!! what about me? :(" "pff, i love you as well schatz." "much better :)"

◜Phoenix◞

he is a softie for his lover and my guy is not afraid to show it

he will give you big hugs as a greeting or if you did really good on a mission

"fam that was simply amazing! i am so proud of you!"

he really loves to show you off to the other agents

"look at my brilliant partner! arn't they just so cute?" "......phoenix you literally have showed us this picture like 20 times holy fuck."

he is a big physical affection guy, he loves to wake up holding you in his arms as you softly snore into his chest. he would give you a sweet and gentle kiss on the forehead before snuggling closer to you and drifting off to sleep. yoru wouldn't mind if he missed training for a day..

if you were trying to tell him something serious or just generally looked distraught, his playful and carefree demeanor would instantly vanish and turn into a caring and concerned gaze.

"is everything ok love? you don't have to tell me anything if you are not ready yet. but just know i am here for you and whatever it is... i will support you."

if you opened up to him, he would be by your side in an instant and holding you gently in his arms and softly pressing kisses to your forehead and temple.

"oh darling...thank you so much for telling me this. i am happy you told me. i love you so much alright? please don't ever feel scared to talk to me."

if you woke up with your face pressed into his back, his soft snores filling the silence in the room. you sure were not about to complain.

he really cares for you, and will do anything to make you feel better

you are his everything, and he is truly grateful that you want to keep him around..

a/n : i really enjoyed writing this!! you can probably tell i struggled to write chambers part...i thought he would be easier to write LOL. anyhoozies i hope you enjoyed this!!! and thank you so much for the support on my last post, waking up to so many people liking my post had me giggling and kicking my feet around i swear <333333

as always i am looking forward to some feedback!! let me know what i could do better, if i used anything wrong, or even just if you liked it or not!

[kyotakumrau]

2022.10.06 sukekiyo at Zepp Tokyo Diver City

Wow, just wow.

sukekiyo has no bad shows in my experience but today was something different!

Let's start from the beginning.

It seems they prepared finally enough penlights and other merch items so there were no sold out items until much muuuuuch later.

Some of the BGM was an interesting arragment of Akira's soundtrack, very cool.

Good info - many cameras today, including two cranes. So there definitely will be some footage released.

There was a see-through screen in front of the stage as usual for sukekiyo's seated shows.

Intro video - sorry I don't remember much detail besides the band's name etc.

Takumi entered the stage first, then Yuchi, Mika and utA. Kyo last.

Kyo wore a jacket with a partly open back, cropped white shirt with a huge white bow in the front, the back also showed a black bra (I think it might've been attached to the jacket). White sleeve bits added on his forearms finished with lace. Black suit pants. He had his hard slicked back and wore make up. He totally blurred the lines between feminine and masculine.

They started with 'Scarlet', it was so hard to try to stay still😂 I admit my head moved a bit... a lot😂

Sesshoku had a robot dance from Kyo.

I think in Creeper Kyo changed G.O.M.I part but until I'm 100% sure I won't say what he shouted instead😅

I loved the cute hammer with ribbons Kyo had during Aishita Shinzo (the one from the stickers). Kyo danced while holding it, the situation/story getting steamier until he snapped and used the hammer to kill the lover, taking wild swings. He even dropped the mic for a moment he got so lost in it.

zephyr was followed by a session.

Kyo placed the chair in the front of the stage at the beginning of Furesaseru, using it to dance during the song but then didn't do anything more with it, just left it there in the front.

It's a shame that SOMA the Pipe didn't seem to work tonight?

When Kyo just walked off the stage after Naburi it was quite surprising. But it was not because of the pipe as he was soon followed by the rest of the band.

Soon after that a video started on the front screen, with the Sukenori commercial from Candis MV, then we were surprised by the "Midnight Top 7" - the music program from Candis. But that's not the end. The two TV hosts from the MV actually came on the stage🤣

(thank you pure luck - I was 2nd row shimote and they were basically in front of me)

They were commenting on the week's top 7 songs as we saw the short videos for each on the left side of the screen.

no7 - Jealous Guy Sakamoto

no6 - Pika Pika Group - 'they're really oh so shiny, aren't they?'㊛

no5 - Cool Boy (Gara) - 'the hot rock ballad'㊚

no4 - sukekiyo's Mozaic Shoujo - 'new sukekiyo's song 1st apperance on the chart'㊚

no3 - sukekiyo's Candis - female host gave us the comment about sukekiyo being into metal casette tapes (like in the MV)

no2 - sukekiyo's Valentina - how amazing that sukekiyo got 4th, 3rd and 2nd spot

no1 - Sibil bashir's 'GOKUMI' aka Fujifuji's old band🤣

(and just a comment - the two hosts played quite different roles, the female host㊛ was a cheeky one (almost evil tbh) while the male host㊚ was playing a silly character)

Then they invited Takumi to join them on the stage, during the short 'interview' the rest of the band members quietly returned on the stage in the dark.

The interview

■new songs

They started the tour in August and Takumi explained that they were rearranging the new songs after the shows. ㊛: you didn't think about how the fans who heard the song then would feel??? T: We did!! We changed them for better! ㊛: the fans who went in August might be here today. They'll be basically different songs now. T: No!💦 same just better. ㊛: I see.

■Takumi's hair

㊚: Did you cut your hair, T? (we all laughed because with the braids T's hair is sooo long right now😂) T:no, it's braided. Is it different? ㊚: it's not. Do you never cut it? T: I don't ㊛: you better don't ask anymore questions.

■Sibil bashir

㊛: I'd like to ask you about Sibil bashir. You know each other well right? So you've placed 4th, 3rd and 2nd. You have to work really hard to get the first place. T: Yes, we'll do our best to not lose to Sibil bashir. (we all chuckled)

㊛Do your best with Mozaic Girl (the whole time speaking in a very unfriendly voice, making Takumi sweat😂)

㊛What a shame [they didn't place first]. Thank you for the interview💀

They talked a bit more about hair when Takumi left, but were 'rudely' interrupted with a guitar sound, 'ah the band is ready to perform'.

Kyo has changed for the 2nd half of the concert.😳

The dress he wore was so interesting! It wasn't proper white, more like very like tan? off white?, the top was basically a cropped trench coat with a lot of lace at the neck line, finished with a wide elastic part in the waist. Then he had a really fluffy knee length organza petticoat skirt, and he had bare legs, the look was finished by his pink tabi boots (he wore black shorts underneath, we could sometimes see them when he was twirling and jumping, those kind of skirts are so fun to move in). Again, a blending feminine and masculine.

He was kind of coquettish during Mozaic Girl, but finished with 'smoking' (no real cigarette, just gesturing).

And we got again an instrumental part before Candis so we could get penlights ready. I REALLY can't wait to see the footage from tonight to see how the floor looked like with the penlights 😆

They followed it with Valentina so we quickly switched to purple penlight😂

Then it was dancy, with Kyo being on fire on stage, singing and dancing. And it was softer.

And then when I heard uso and saw the end credits on the screen I remember thinking 'nooo, i don't want the concert to come to an end' and... it stopped😂 And started to rewind😂

So we were surprised again😂❤️

It rewinded the performance to land at Hyohaku Flavor😆

We also got the MV on the screen including Kyo jumping from the building and Kyo in a bunny suit. On the stage Kyo was dancing until he suddenly stopped and walked off the stage without a second look, diva like.

Gradually they all stopped playing and walked off the stage, until it was only Takumi playing 'on the broken piano'. Then he also left.

We clapped as he left, but only fot a bit before the annoumcements started

■Tour info

October 2023 ...😂

sukekiyo will have their 10th anniversary

Each place is under repair (lmao)

■MV

We got to see the music video for Mozaic Girl. Wow it's fun😆 as soon as I saw the shoulder of the bunny I couldn't help but laugh, knowing what will follow😂 I'm sure they will publish it soon, so won't say more.

I hope to see next year the other half of things Kyo wants to do but couldn't include yet! Because being not only awed again and again by the musical performance, but also being surprised, seeing a performance becoming something new, literally seeing the music video world being brought on the stage, it's all very thrilling!

[linkedworlds]

The End Is Where We Begin, Part 1

Thank you for your interest in Linked Worlds. My name is Yuki, also known as @yuki5930, and I am finally ready to release the first chapter of Linked Worlds. Unfortunately, since I am not skilled in digital art, I will be releasing this as a text-only version until I have enough courage to try drawing it. I hope this does not disappoint anyone, however, I will do my best to learn digital art in my free time.

I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. The Legend of Zelda is my lifelong hyperfixation, and I am glad I have enough courage to release this tale.

Please enjoy the start of Linked Worlds.

“Link…! Link!” A faint, nurturing yet urgent voice called. “Wake up, sleepyhead! We’re going to be late!”

I jumped from my slumber, looking around. My nerves were immediately soothed at the sight of my awakener.

”You slept like a rock last night. How were your dreams?”

I sat up, stretching my sore muscles as the figure pulled open my window hatch. The morning light flew through the opening directly onto my face, warming my cheeks. “Good morning, my Sun.” I smiled.

”Good morning, my Sky.” My blonde sweetheart beamed back in my direction, our eyes locking with pure love. “We don’t want to be late for the ceremony, do we?”

My eyes widened. I scrambled out of bed, and began digging apart my wardrobe. “That’s today?!”

”I told you last night, silly.” She remarks, crossing her arms with the most adorable smirk on her face.

“Well, it looks like I forgot. No matter, I have my uniform here somewhere…” I managed to dig to the bottom of my wardrobe, yet my knight uniform was nowhere to be seen. “Darling… have you seen my uniform?” The urgency in my voice made my fiancé chuckle under her breath.

”I have seen it. In fact, I prepared it for today's ceremony. I wasn’t going to let you wear a wrinkled uniform in front of everyone in Skyloft, you know.” She walked over to her closet, and revealed my uniform. It was in pristine condition. The green cotton tunic looked as beautiful as the day I received it. The chain-mail shined in the sunlight. The emblem on my sailcloth had another coat of navy paint. The master sword and sheath had been polished for the third time this week. My pleather belts have been lacquered. My uniform looks to be washed, ironed, and some of my worn-out embroidery on the tunic itself was retouched.

“Darling… this looks amazing! Thank you so much!” I pull her in by her waist, giving her kisses all over her face.

”You’re very welcome dear.” She giggles and returns a few kisses. “Quickly, get changed and meet me at the ceremony. I’ll see you there.” She began making her way towards the door, yet she stops at the threshold. “You got this. I believe in you.” Her smile glows at me as she sees herself out of my room.

I got this. I got this… You can do it, Link.

Link dashes out of the front door to their abode, making his way to the Sacred Grounds. He begins losing his breath halfway through his run, but decides to push on due to the sake of time. As he arrives, the crowd turns their heads towards the exhausted hero, who is wheezing from the hardcore exercise. He strolls forward to be by the side of his lover. She gives him the look, as he scratches the back of his head nervously.

”Citizens of Skyloft! Today is the day where we finally unite with the rest of the world, and establish a nation of our own!” The crowd rejoices, hooting and hollering with excitement. “After five long months of restoration, expansion and adjusting to a new way of life, we have grown as a community, and we shall grow even more as a nation! We are all gathered here to declare Hyrule’s founding! The founding of this nation will be commenced by the hero who saved this world from ruin, and protected Skyloft with every ounce of his being. This could not have been possible without the courage our hero possesses. Hero of the Sky, please draw your blade from its sheath and point it Skyward.”

He draws his blade, its gradient glistening in the morning sky. The hero holds it towards the sun, as it charges with a ray of light.

“To declare our nation as founded, the hero must strike the Goddess Cube right in front of us.” She turns her head towards her lover. “Link… you may strike the Goddess Cube.”

Link takes in three deep breaths, counting down in his mind. ‘Three… two… one… now!” He let’s down a powerful swing, striking the goddess cube directly. The cube begins glowing radiantly.

”By the power of the goddess, I declare Hyrule’s founding to be set in stone with time.” The crowd roars in applause and cheer. Glasses were clinking, children were running around, and some villagers began to dance with glee. The sun glistened upon us as I gazed over to my sun. She looked back at me, leaning in for a kiss.

Rumble… Rumble… Rumble…

They pulled away, looking at each other with concern. They then looked at the crowd, who seemed just as confused as they were. “Stay here. We’ll be back shortly.” Zelda looked over to her sweetheart. “Let’s go investigate this, Link.”

He nods, as they dash off towards the source of the rumbling. As the lovebirds passed through the gates in the Sealed Grounds headed towards Faron Woods, the rumbling became far more intense with each step they traversed. Link had blade and shield drawn, as Zelda held her lyre in her right arm.

As they sprinted for what felt like forever, they reached the source of the rumbling near Lake Floria. The water in the gorge grumbled as the earth shook beneath the two. Upon reaching the platform Link once used to dive into the lake, they noticed a dark violet vortex mixed with a swirl of scarlet in the middle. It let out a large shockwave into the ground that made the couple nearly fall down with its sheer strength.

“What is that…?!” Zelda breathed out what air wasn’t knocked out of her.

“No… idea….” A familiar gruff voice stumbled from behind them.

”Groose? Where the hell have you been?! You missed the ceremony to solidify Hyrule as a nation! This was a big deal, you know!” Zelda hollered over the rumbling.

”Now’s not the time for arguing, little lady. We got this thing on our hands.” He approaches the vortex, only to get knocked on his rear end by another shockwave. “YEOWCH!” He scurries backwards and hides behind Link. “Link man, you go check that thing out!”

Link lets out a distasteful sigh, rolling his eyes to the side. “Fine.” He looks over to Zelda with a gentle demeanor, “Stay here darling. I’m going to see where this leads, okay?”

“We’ll be right here if you need anything. Just, please… be careful.” She worriedly gazes at her fiancé.

”I will be, I promise.” He smiles. He turns back around, takes a deep breath in, and approaches the vortex. He hesitantly reaches out his hand, waving it through the vortex. He looks back to his sweetheart and mildly annoying friend, nods, and walks through the rest of the vortex.

Colors spiraled around the boy, disorienting his vision and sense of perception. His head began violently throbbing with pain, along with it came a numbness that covered his whole body. It felt like he was falling, and he felt lightheaded. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a sight of luscious green grass at the very far end of the vortex.

A loud thud rang through a secluded, sunny-patched forest of larch and cedars. Swallows sang beautiful songs as the sun finally came through the trees. The hero's eyes fluttered open, met by a harsh light. He covers his eyes with his forearm as he lays on his back.

‘… Did I die?’ The dirty-blonde boy thought to himself. He took in a deep breath and heaved his body upward to sit. He rubbed his eyes, and blinked a few times, taking in the scenery. The green grass was blooming with color, plenty of flowers, and shrubbery surrounded the boy. He raised an eyebrow, as he’s never seen this area before. He looks in all directions around, coming to the sudden realization that the vortex he entered was nowhere to be found.

”Oh, crap!!!” He scrambles to his feet, panicking. “Zelda?! Groose?! Anyone?! Can you hear me?!” He began wandering around a bit, hollering into the empty forest. “Please?! Someone?! Anyone?!”

Snap.

The boy whipped around near the speed of light, drawing his blade, expecting to be faced with some sort of monster. To his surprise, there was nothing. He scanned his surroundings, not letting his guard down for a second until he knew the coast was clear. He let out a sigh, putting the master sword into the sheath on his back.

Suddenly, Link felt a large weight slam down onto him. His body smacked into the ground with a loud thud. He felt something sharp against his neck, and his arms were pinned behind him, immobilizing him. Ever so slightly, he turns his head to see what; or who; was on top of him.

”Who are you, and what are you doing so close to the Minish Village?!” An orotund voice with a slight growl hollered at him.

Out of breath and with his vision blurry, the hero tried explaining himself. “I-I-I climbed into this portal thing… and I ended up here! I have no idea where I am, who you are, or where my friends are! I-I-I promise, I don’t mean any harm…!” He deeply inhaled air, trying to regain half the senses the tackle lost him.

”You’re not a monster? Vortex? Are you some sort of evil sorcerer are you?!” The voice roared.

“W-what is a sorcerer?! Let alone an evil one… I’m a hero! I’m the hero of Skyloft!” Link wheezed out.

”Skyloft…?! That nursery rhyme?! That place is an ancient legend!” The voice refuted.

”Ancient…? What are you talking about?!” Sky raised his voice out of frustration.

”What are YOU talking about?!” The figure released the blade from his neck, scooting off of him. “Let’s just… talk for a minute. I’m… very confused.”

”I would have liked to have done that to begin with, but here we are…” Link huffs, sitting up with his arms crossed. He is finally able to study the figure in detail. He faces a blonde boy with a harsh cut bob hairstyle, with bangs being pulled back with a green cloth headband. His most interesting feature were his multi-colored eyes, which matched his tunic. Interestingly enough, the tunic had a green hood with golden tassels at the end of it. The hood also seemed to have gemstones embedded around the base. The tunic was sewed together with golden string, with the tunic representing a checkerboard, but with different colors. The top two colors on his tunic were green and blue, while the bottom two were red and violet. Those were the same colors that beamed in his eyes. He bore a leather belt with colored embroidery around its borders, with a golden buckle holding it around his skinny waist. The boy also had a pair of dark leggings, and his leather exploration boots had insulation to handle colder terrains. He was quite short, and he looked like a child. Despite his size, the hero experienced his strength first-hand. He seemed to be a warrior, as his sword and arm braces resembled the ones the hero was wearing.

”Who are you?” The blonde tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow slightly.

”My name is Link… I am the hero of Skyloft.”

“Link…? Your name is Link?” The blonde boy was taken aback.

”Yeah…” the hero muttered sheepishly.

“That’s interesting… I’ve never met someone with the same name before. I am also named Link.”

“HUH?!” The hero was baffled at his remark.

”Yeah, it seems we share a name…” Four also studies the hero up and down, but particularly focuses on his face. “It also seems that we share a few features…”

”Really? That’s interesting…” Sky nods and shrugs. “Who knows, we could be related somehow. Anyways, did I fall to the surface? Where am I?”

“The… surface?” The other Link tilts his head sideways. “We’re in the Minish Forest, just outside the Minish Village.”

“What’s a ‘Minish’?” Sky tilts his head, mirroring his name twin.

”You don’t know what a Minish is? Well, how do I explain this…” The blonde puts his chin on his knuckles, pondering. “Well, us Hylians know them technically as Picori… they resemble small mice, and they have our pointy ears…”

”Picori, you say… I’ve never heard of a Picori before.”

“Not a lot of people have, they’re more known as rumors in Hyrule.”

“We’re in Hyrule?! Hyrule was just a small village when I left, there’s no way it could have expanded overnight…” Sky rests his head on his hand.

“Hyrule’s a nation that spans over hundreds of miles…”

“HUH?!” Sky shoots backwards, in absolute awe. “There’s no way I could have been out that long!”

“There’s only one explanation that I can think of… You mentioned a vortex previously, right?”

“Yeah, I walked into some sort of vortex and I ended up here…”

”It might have been a portal across time… You time traveled.”

“Time traveled?! That’s a real thing?!”

“I guess so. Ezlo has told me stories about sorcerers who have time traveled.” The blonde seems stumped. “I just didn’t know he was telling the truth

“Time travel, you say… Then… What about my fiancé, and my friends?” The hero asked, his voice wavering.

“Let’s not think about anything drastic. They’re still alive and well in your time.” The blonde put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Right…”

The two sat in silence for a minute, as if they were trying to find words to break the ice. “So, since we are both named Link, how about we create nicknames for each other?” The tiny one’s eyes gleamed.

“I don’t see why not, it will make things a lot less confusing.” The hero nodded.

“Well… you said you were from Skyloft, right? In that case, your nickname will be… Sky!” He smiled.

“Sky… That’s exactly what my fiancé calls me, funny enough. Let me think of one for you…” Sky studied his features for the second time. “Your eyes are four different colors, and so is your tunic… Would the name ‘Four’ be okay with you?”

“That makes a lot of sense… Sure, Four it is.” Four smiled. “Well, it’s starting to get dark out. We shouldn’t be out too late, but judging by your sword, it seems you’re used to dealing with monsters.”

“It’s my job as a knight unfortunately… That’s why I usually take morning shifts.”

Four lets out a giggle at Sky’s comment. “I’ll introduce you to all of my friends in the Minish Village, now that I know you’re not a threat. You startled everyone earlier with your yelling.”

Sky itches the back of his head awkwardly, “Sorry, I was pretty distressed, falling from a vortex and all.”

“I would feel the same way if I were in your situation, that’s for sure.” Four nods, standing up and reaching out his hand to Sky. Sky smiles, stands up, and shakes his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. I look forward to our friendship.” Four nods and does a tiny bow out of respect.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Thank you for reading the first chapter of Linked Worlds, I appreciate your interest, and I hope you look forward to the next chapters’ release.

Signing off, @yuki5930 .

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hi! I had a request for Ciel and Alois (again) could i request them with a s/o that is either a crow hybrid (so like with big black wings and stuff) or a cat hybrid who likes to pull pranks n stuff or take certain things like shiny objects and for some odd reason can blend into their surroundings and be almost unnoticeable even in the most open of places despite their animal features?

(Idk I just think the idea of a mischievous hybrid s/o is interesting and I’m having one of those moment when I rlly like birds- Of course you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to and I hope you have an amazing day/night!💕)

(Ps. Also if you have anons could I be the 🍒anon? If not that’s perfectly fine as well!)

aaaaaa I love it haha! I totally get it, birds are cool!

that being sad, I went with a crow for Alois and a cat for Ciel, because I live for the chaos XD

and you can definitely be that! I don't have many 'amed' anons but I'm 10000% for it!

Oh, they are glorious!! At some point he thought he was over a phase of liking all-black things, but, well, his S/O has proved him wrong. At the very least, he likes all the black on them. Although he’s a little worried that means he’s only attracted to them because they remind him of Claude (who is very much an all-black person), that notion is quickly squashed the more their personality becomes evident. He delights in watching them pull various pranks, and that’s if he doesn’t outright join in with them. And shiny objects? There are plenty of those in the manor. He can scarcely stop laughing when (Name), say, steals something that one of the triplets needs simply because “look, it’s sparkly!” (Also, they will find shiny rocks and bring them to Alois as gifts.) As far as blending in goes, he’s thankful for that more than anything. The last thing he or they need is someone finding out they’re not quite human. Besides, he loves the idea that part of his lover is something just for him. He wonders, would that ‘blending in’ thing still apply if they were to fly him up into the air above the city…? He’ll be sure to hold on tight! He sort of just wants to know what it’s like to kiss them in midair… he desperately needs a big, romantic moment.

Of bloody course he would be the one to get someone who’s part cat for a S/O, wouldn’t he? God, what a mess. While he’ll be alright in the long run so long as he keeps up on his medications and such… he’s also prone to shooing them out a room if he needs to concentrate or not be interrupted. Constant sneezing is more than enough to break his focus. That said, if he doesn’t have anything that needs his full attention, he’ll gladly indulge their presence. For as long as they think they can handle the sneezing and sniffling, anyway. He’s far too easily aggravated by their pranks to find any amusement in them, but as long as (Name) doesn’t make things hard on the rest of the staff, he supposes it’s all harmless enough. Better someone else bear the brunt of all that than him. Maybe they can go pull some pranks at the Trancy estate? All he really has to say about their love of shiny things is that he will lock them out of the bedroom if they try to take his ring, regardless of whether or not they leave it somewhere he’ll find it. While any other shiny things in the manor are fair game (within reason), that’s the boundary they need not cross, thank you. And their ability to blend in creates fewer headaches for him; the only thing he’d need to figure is an explanation for why his allergies seem to act up when they’re around. Even then, it isn’t too much trouble. He’d… rather have them around than not, and he’ll only admit that late at night, when it’s just the two of them.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ elven female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: thank you for the requests anon! I don’t understand why other people didn’t like it? I thought it had a great plot and awesome characters. I do wish it was longer - it felt so short and rushed. But it was fun as someone who loves tropes, to see them so stark - it was very enjoyable for me!!!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ            

ISTJ

Ravenclaw

Chaotic Neutral

Taurus Sun, Gemini Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Scian is a loving, albeit unorthodox partner

・She’s an independent woman, but so are you. You depend on each other for physical and emotional intimacy and affection, but you aren’t unhealthily consumed by it. 

・Always logical, and whatever she does, ends up making sense. At first, you might think it’s odd that she put things in certain places, or disappears for a few hours (she always leaves a note)

・She always knows how to fix your ailments. Headache? Cut? Can’t get to sleep? Scian knows which herbs will make everything all better

・Scian has a special rock that you found on one of your journeys. She keeps it with her at all times. 

・She sleeps on her back, with pillows positioned for perfect support. You wriggle on top of her, and sleep on her chest or stomach

・Animals flock to the two of you. Scian has a calm, determined energy. And you have a passionate, caring one. Like a perfect pair, animals know you’re both good. 

・That’s why you have so many pets, well, Scian doesn’t like to call them that. She doesn’t put a tag on them, or keep them locked in the house. She lets them roam free

・She only allows you to have physical contact with her - any other person is kept at a distance 

・Scian is always up before you, outside doing her exercises and prayers. The Ghost tribe had many particular ways of life, that Scian likes to uphold. 

・A lot of it, is giving thanks and reminding yourself to be grateful

・Her favourite drink is tea, and whenever you’re getting groceries, you always make sure to get something new for her to try

・Scian is the last one to go to bed as well. She locks everything up and makes sure there aren’t any hazards 

・She’s quite good at cooking. And makes this amazing dish with fresh fish

・Scian smells like lavender, chamomile and mint. When she’s been outside she smells of her leathers and a metallic tang - from sharpening her weapons 

・When you come to her with a problem that’s made you upset, she looks at it from a logical perspective. 

   “What’s upsetting you the most? Do you want me to listen or to advise?” 

・Her favourite colour is dark, earthy green. Like the trees near your woods. 

・Scian doesn’t get excited easily, but when you bring back her favourite candy - a wide grin appears on her face 

・She doesn’t like being around ... anyone other than you. But it isn’t obsessive. Scian is fine being by herself, but your company does brighten her day

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖:

My Love, My Heart, My World. 

They all revolve around you being a part of her. She sees you as a part of her soul. Forever bound. 

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆:

Acts of Service and Gift Giving

Scian will make dinner without a thought and serves it to you while you’re still working on something. Part of her hobby is making things; it ranges from making bracelets (the threaded ones with detailed artistry), or finding shiny objects (which she knows you love). Scian also takes care of your shoes, as well as hers. She’ll scrub and polish, and put them neatly near the door.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

The Resurrection Stone by Alexandre Desplat

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Sun x Moon

Black Cat x Golden Retriever

Characters who have romantic feelings for each other, but both sides have too much respect for the other to say or show anything until one is gravely injured and all romantic feelings are revealed

 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

 Desolate Lovers

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!

・Your lovemaking is just that - love. There’s no harshness when you two come together

・Scian is graceful, and gentle, caressing you with her warrior’s hands

・She’s passionate, yet tender. 

・Her favourite place is laying next to you in bed, naked, cuddled in the morning after a night of love-making 

・She adores your thighs. Mostly because she loves being between them. Whether they’re small or large, she loves grabbing onto them, squeezing and gripping

・...Very good with her hands. 

・Her favourite place to have sex is in the bath. When you’re in front of her, your head leaning against her shoulder 

・Scian is very good at massaging. And that’s exactly what she does when she has you in the bath - so vulnerable, and exposed. Your nipples perked and ready to be felt 

・Doesn’t like having sex in public, but you live so distant from anyone else, that she will lay you down on the dirt ground and take off your pants

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Rough Path to Memory Square (Doctor Strange x Reader [Earth-838])

Words:  5503 (chapters 16-18)

Summary:

You - Earth-838 Sorcerer Supreme's apprentice, now living under Mordo's wing, which you don't like.

Former Supreme Strange's lover and a gifted sorceress, drowning in her own despair, still not over Strange's death.

What happens when two intruders - America Chavez and Stephen Strange, visit your universe? Will you help them? Will you manage to convince the Illuminati that Stephen is not the real threat, but dream walking Wanda is?

Will your own feeling get in the way? Will you open your heart for Doctor Strange again?

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Chapter 16: Rock Me Amadeus

"Wong!" Stephen shouts a moment later. No one answers. "Come, I think he's inside."

You walk after him, watching his stoic figure walk confidently. No one pays attention to you at all, and that somehow doesn't make you feel out of place. You both step inside and are greeted by the fierce voice giving orders.

"No, no, bring this to the basement! To the one on the left." Wong shouts.

"Wong." Stephen greets.

"Strange." Wong says back, sort of expecting something but as nothing happens, he turns his attention to you. "And this is?"

"Y/l/n. Y/n y/l/n."

"Sorcerer Supreme, Wong." he says, and you bow to him, paying your respects. He nods to you and then raises an eyebrow at Strange. The latter just rolls his eyes.

"Miss Y/l/n, I was hoping to see you earlier. Strange and Miss Chavez told me about your courage and achievements. Thank you."

"Oh, I did what anyone in my place would do. I would've come here earlier, as this is my last day here, but Stephen wanted me to rest the night." you pat your bandaged side, smiling, "patched me up real good."

"How's America?" Stephen asks, trying to hide his little blush. The patching up part this morning was a bit awkward.

"She's good, now almost recovered. It's truly magnificent how quickly her wounds are healing. This morning, she asked me to teach her the Mystic Arts. There she is, actually." Wong says with a smile, pointing to a little figure in the back, swimming in the sea of grey robes. She's also doing circles and other forms, not succeeding yet, but pretty determined. "Reminds me of someone." Wong mutters, looking at Strange. You watch the encounter between the two men and understand that their bond is deep. A sudden wave of sadness floods over you, but you hold your head up, putting your hands into the pockets of Stephen's jacket. You really miss the days when you used to hang out with Leta after practice.

You leave the two men talking and make your way to the girl and hear her muttering, "How is this so much harder than a Multiversal portal?"

"Hey, Miss Chavez." you say and see how America's eyes light up upon noticing your arrival.

"Y/n, oh God!" she runs towards you and crushes you in a bear hug. An "ow" escapes you from the sudden impact, and you hug the little figure back tightly, in order not to fall on your ass. A hand on your back steadies you and girl, and you see Strange, now in his robes again.

"Careful, she's still hurt." he says in a serious tone, but the smile on his face shows that he's not angry.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." America quickly let's go of your waist, but you bring her into a side hug, placing your hand on her shoulder.

"How you're doing? A full sorceress already?" you ask and slightly fix the collar of her robes.

"No, just started. Although Master Wong is an incredible teacher, I still can't seem to grasp the 'believing' part. Made some sparks though!" her face quickly lights up again. She's a pure soul.

"That's amazing." you and Strange both say at the same time, and America giggles.

"Your moms would be proud. I hope you'll get to show them one day." Stephen says with a soft expression on his face.

America almost tears up. Strange is about to go back inside when America calls his name, "Stephen? I'm glad I fell into your universe."

"So am I, kid. So am I." he answers, getting a bear hug from the girl as well. You look around, feeling like you're at home, like this is the place where you belong. A tug on your sleeve gets you out of your thoughts and Strange shows to go inside with the swing of head.

"See you tomorrow morning, Miss Chavez." you smile, getting a little emotional upon thinking about your departure.

"Bye, y/n!" America shouts, now back in her previous spot, making hand circles again.

You see Strange waiting for you a couple of feet away and hurry a little. On the steps, Wong is still watching students train, but you see in his eyes that he perceived more than you think from the little reunion.

You and Strange walk up to him again, and you bow your head again, this time noticing that Strange is doing the same. Wong bows back a little and a big smile lights up his face.

"You need any help while I'm still here?" you ask.

"No, I think we can manage this ourselves now. Go, have a rest, see you in the morning, Miss y/l/n." Wong answers and leaves the two of you standing on the stairs.

"Wanna go look around?" Strange offers suddenly.

"I thought I was supposed to rest tonight." you say with a mischievous smile.

"I'm sure you're quite alright now, Miss."

"Seeing right through me, huh?" you say and take off his jacket. "I'm sure this magnificent jacket with pockets for tea leaves belongs to you, Doctor."

"Why, thank you, glad it kept you warm." he takes the jacket in the right arm, offering you his left one.

You eye him for a moment before changing back into your blue robes and gladly accept the offer. Elbow to elbow, you both walk through the long corridor of Kamar-Taj.

"I wonder if my old room looked the same in this universe." you say silently, footsteps in sync.

"Wanna check?"

"I mean if it's okay." you mutter in thought.

You walk to the wing where a row of bedrooms is. Almost at the end of the corridor, you stop. "This one. This was my shelter when I needed it the most." you slowly touch the doors, Strange knocks loudly.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking if anyone lives here." After no one answers, he opens the door. The room is empty, waiting for someone to occupy it. "Oh, see, empty."

You step inside. The room feels so empty not because no one lives there, but because all your things are missing. Of course, in your universe the room is empty too, but still. You sit at the end of the bed. Strange closes the door and awkwardly sits next to you.

"There, on the table," you point to an empty area, "I used to have a bouquet of magical roses. My Stephen made them and always gave me one before taking me on a date or sneaking into my room." An image of you two standing in the middle of the room, finding shelter in each other's embrace, rises before your eyes. Strange looks at you like you're the prettiest woman on Earth. Hell, whole Multiverse.

"What brought you to Kamar-Taj?" he asks, voice just above the whisper.

"My mother's death. Although I knew that she didn't have much left, as she had lung cancer, but it destroyed me. I couldn't bare living with my dad anymore, as he was always blaming himself for her death. It was not the best decision to leave him in that state of grief, but I just couldn't think of the other way. Then I set out to find my happiness, and a guy on the street told me about this magical place, that heals not only body, but soul too."

"Oh. I'm so sorry, y/n."

"It's alright, forget about it. I think your story of becoming a sorcerer is similar to the story I already know." you say.

"Hand accident? Yeah." he mutters. You just nod. A moment later, he puts his hand on yours, the second time today. This time, your own hand was resting in your lap. So the contact became quite intimate soon. You look at the hands for a moment and then interlock your fingers with his, slightly squeezing.

"I want to do something crazy." he says after a moment of staring at the empty table in the corner.

"Like what?" you ask, lifting your head. The room fills in with the last warm rays of sunshine, illuminating his face. He looks like he was sculpted by the gods.

"Like kiss you." he turns to look at you, eyes full of determination, but he feels like he's going to chicken out soon, especially if you keep staying silent.

"I don't think you have to ask for a permission anymore." you whisper, slowly touching his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. A second later, he opens his eyes again and leans in to kiss you. The kiss is shorter than you wanted, and before he pulls back, you connect your lips again, this time with more passion. You pull the roots of his hair a bit, and he lets out a groan. The position you're both sitting is weird, you feel like your spine is going to burst out through your side. You let go of his hand, and turn to his body more. His hand doesn't leave your lap, and soon he's squeezing your thigh. Involuntary, you let out a moan. He pulls away to look at you, eyes full of lust, breathing heavily.

"God, you're so beautiful." he sighs, squeezing your thigh again, his hand sliding up a bit. You let out a breath, but hear someone talk in the hallway. Both freezing in the spot, you wait until the voices disappear, and then he suggests something carefully, not believing that this short making out can lead anywhere else. "Maybe we should go to my room?"

"Yes, yes, it's too dangerous here." you agree and stand up, barely controlling the smile on your face. Soon, he opens the portal, and you see the all too familiar room before your eyes.

"After you" Strange bows a little, letting you go inside first.

"Oh, what a gentleman." you tease and step inside.

Chapter 17: Late Night Talking

Just as you step into the huge room and the portal closes, both of your Cloaks leave your shoulders and fly to the window.

A moment of silence fills the room, but you're sure you can hear your heart beating in your chest. With two long strides, Stephen crosses the distance between you two and takes your head in his hands, kissing you again. You hold tightly onto his robes, feeling how your knees turn into jelly. The kiss is passionate, full of tongue, and heavy breaths. You try to undo his waist belt but unsuccessfully. He pulls away, grinning, "having trouble?"

"Shut up" you laugh, brushing your hair from your face frustrated. Finally, you get that belt off of him and smile as if you won the lottery.

"Someone's eager" he purrs into your ear, your body flushed close to his again. His beard is scratching a sensitive spot under your ear.

"Well, can't miss an opportunity like this, can I?" you say, hands already searching for a way to take his robes off.

"It would be the worst crime," he answers, lips already on your neck. His hands secretly look for a way to get you off your robes too.

"Okay, wait, too many clothes." you gasp as he bites your neck.

"Yeah, I agree on that" Stephen pulls away and takes the first layer off himself and you do the same. He touches your waist gently, checking if your bandages are still in place. "I'm good, don't worry," you answer, guessing his thoughts. He kisses you again, slowly guiding you toward the bed. He sits down first, pulling you in his lap, hands swiftly unbuttoning your underneath shirt, finally freeing you from the uncomfortable clothing. You let out a heavy breath as he peppers your chest with kisses, lips hot, burning your skin. You slightly move your hips and a grunt escapes his lips. You take off his shirt as well, gripping his shoulders.

"You've been working out?" you ask breathlessly.

"A magician never reveals his secrets," he answers, getting another push to his crotch.

"That ain't gonna work with me, Doctor," you say and repeat your previous action, earning an audible grunt from him again.

"Fuck, you're such a tease." he grips your butt and pushes you into him, the sudden action making you moan at the contact. Hands touching everywhere, swiftly avoiding your stitched and bandaged stomach, slightly pulling each other's hair, breathing heavily. You feel like you're going to explode. It's been so long since anyone touched you with such passion and love, or just touched you. You feel your panties getting wetter and wetter with every touch, every squeeze, every kiss, and every hot breath landing on your bare skin.

You push him on the bed, keeping him in place with one hand on his chest, leaning down as if to kiss, but then turning away the second he lifts his head, chasing your lips. "Oh, come on!" he grunts annoyed.

"Easy, love or I may leave" you tsk him and move your hands on his toned chest. "Yup, definitely been working out."

"Complimenting me again?" he smirks, hands trying to reach your hips but failing.

"I would not get tired of doing so for an eternity," you say and leave a kiss on his chest. Stephen shivers, goosebumps painting his skin. He pulls you to himself a bit and in one swift move changes your positions - now he's on top, caressing your skin and adoring you. He hooks his fingers on the hoops of your pants where the belt is supposed to be, slowly pulling your pants down. You rest on your elbows, slightly lifting your butt so that he could get rid of the clothing easier. Finally, your pants end up on the carpet, right beside both of your shoes that you took off before reaching the bed. He returns to you, kissing and biting your lips again. It seems like he just can't get enough of how good they feel when they make contact with his lips. His rough hands rub your thighs, so hypnotic - up and down, up, and down. You can't focus on anything, in particular, his lips taste like martini and you feel like you're getting drunk on this man every second. His hands are now nearing your sweet spot and you can feel his erection, pushed to your other leg, he's slowly moving his hips too, trying to get some friction. You pull back, desperately needing to breathe. "Fuck you're such a good kisser," you say and he awards you with a million-dollar smile.

"You're not so bad yourself, sweetheart," he answers and reaches behind your back, trying to free your breasts from your bra. Your nipples are so sensitive and aching for attention that when he takes your bra off and finally brushes his lips against one of them, you arch your back into Stephen. You take his hand that's been massaging your thigh and slowly pull it a bit up, right where panties are. He understands your wish and puts his hand on your pussy, and starts slowly rubbing circles through your panties. A loud breath escapes your lips - a sigh of relief and a low moan of frustration. "Fuck, you're so wet." he sighs, rubbing your clit faster, mouth not leaving your breasts. You're already seeing stars and he just started. It's been too long since you had someone.

"Stephen." you breathe out, one hand scratching his shoulder, nails digging in almost painfully. "Stephen, please fuck me." He looks up at your face, almost in a state of bliss, cheeks flushed, eyes fogged with lust. Without any words, he takes off your panties, leaving your wet pussy open for the cold evening air. You let out another breath as he gets out of his underwear, standing at the end of the bed before you, looking like a fucking sculpture made for worshipping and worshipping only. You pull back onto the pillows and watch him give himself a few strokes. A moan is stuck somewhere in the middle of his throat. He finally comes to bed, crawling to you, spreading your legs apart and settling on his knees as close to your core as possible. Then, with one hand near your head, he leans on the elbow and pulls you into another breath-taking kiss. His other hand slowly rubs his tip against your folds, and you moan into his mouth from the desired contact. He waits for nothing - he just physically can't wait longer - and finally slides into you, his whole dick disappearing in your wet pussy.

The feeling is indescribable, you feel like you died and were resurrected. Stephen moans into your ear, fully trapping you between his elbows, head buried in the crook of your neck. You're so lost in the moment that only a hitch of your breath is heard, but soon the room fills with a low grunting and suppressed moans - you're not trying to be heard by anyone. He finally moves. Slowly going in and then coming back. But the pace changes quite quickly, he can't torture you both like that - in and out, faster and faster, you lost your trail of thoughts a long time ago, head empty, and you just tightly hold onto the man above you. He lifts his head, wanting to take a better look at your face - he wants to see every move of your facial muscles, wants to hear every moan that leaves your mouth, wants to see how you react to being so close to him. The view, obviously, didn't disappoint. He quickens the pace again, feeling how his leg muscles are almost giving up, unused to actions like these since God knows when.

"Y/n, I'm gonna cum soon." Stephen warns you, and this seems to pull you out of your bliss for a moment - enough for you to say a coherent word - "faster." His pace becomes impossible to grasp, sitting in a more comfortable position now, his hand gently squeezes your throat, and a moan leaves you again. Soon, you cum, your body going into shock, every cell feels like it was reborn, thoughts lost somewhere between heaven and hell, your insides squeeze his cock so strong that he almost pulls out without cumming into you. You hear his low moan and he finishes on your stomach, thankfully not on the bandage. A moment later, you feel Stephen falling on the bed, breathing heavily as well. It takes another moment for either of you to say anything.

"Wow," you say before you even think of a better expression.

"Wow indeed," he answers, smiling and pulls you into another kiss.

"We gotta go to shower now," you say, feeling sweaty and too hot for your liking.

"We?" he teases, slowly biting your shoulder.

"You don't think I'm gonna let you go alone after this one?"

"Oh, that thought never occurred to me," Stephen answers, hiding his cheeky smile.

A what felt like an eternity later, you return from the shower, wrapped up in his blue bathrobe and even more tired than before. The shower didn't quite end up like a simple shower, he ate you out like a starving man, then pushed you against the cold bathroom tiles and fucked you again. Even thinking about it, makes wetness pool between your legs once more.

"You need a shirt, right?" he asks, coming out of the shower wrapped just in a towel that is lowly hanging on his hips.

"Ah. Yes," you answer, forcing yourself to take your eyes off him. After rummaging through his wardrobe a bit, he finally throws a black shirt your way. You easily catch it and look at the print. "AC/DC?"

"Yep, had a phase while still in university," he answers, getting himself a pair of shorts.

"Never thought you were a rock type of guy." you tease, taking off his bathrobe and pulling a shirt on. It barely covered your butt, but who cares? Hanging his bathrobe on the nearby chair, you pull on your panties and sit on the edge of the bed.

"Everyone has their weaknesses, right?" he mutters, quickly brushing his hair out in front of the mirror.

"You're coming to bed?" you ask such a simple question, but it secretly hits you both on how domestic it sounded.

"Yeah, yeah," he answers, visibly lost in thought. You lay down on the pillows, waiting for him to come. He climbs in, laying close to you and pulling the covers on both of you. You make yourself comfortable by putting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating. He hugs your shoulders, tracing shapes and circles on his shirt. Everything smells like him, every cell in your body relaxes and sinks into this comfortable but short bliss. "You have Wong in your universe?" Stephen asks suddenly after a moment of silence.

"No, don't think so. Probably haven't met him yet," you say and then ask your question. "Okay, but isn't it strange that when we fall through the portal, it's always New York? I mean did you get anywhere else in my universe?"

"No, we appeared in New York, then ran into the 'Pizza Poppa' guy, I've put a spell on him for being a dick to America and then we found the Statue. And you." he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Wait." you lean on your elbow, now fully looking at him, "you've enchanted Pizza Poppa? He's like one of the most well-known fast food sellers in Greenwich Village neighbourhood." you laugh out loud and can't hide your shocked face.

"Well-known or not-known, no one gives the girl hard time. Plus, he also called Cloak 'a cape'" he rolls his eyes and you dramatically gasp.

"No! He did that?" you gasp.

"Yep," he answers smiling like a fool.

"Rude. I think I'm gonna talk to him when I come back." you pretend to be angry but a glint in your eyes shows mischief.

"I don't think he has stopped punching himself yet."

"No fucking way you used that spell on him" you both fall into laughter and you change your position a bit so that now, you could lay on his arm and see his face.

Another moment of silence passes between you when he says, with a note of sadness in his voice, "You know, I don't think I've met your variant here yet."

"Well, if you do meet me, just hope that I'm not a bitch." you smile.

"Don't think about yourself like that." he pulls your chin up a bit.

"Well, that one version of you was a total dick, so…" you drawl.

"But did you notice that he had a third eye on his forehead? I wonder how'd that happen," he recalls, a disgusted look on his face.

"Well, as much as I remember the lessons I got in Kamar-Taj, the Third Eye is related to the Eye of Agamotto, without the stone of course, so it can reveal more than you see with just naked eye," you say.

"And that is an incredibly difficult spell, so hard to achieve that Ancient One didn't even try to teach me that." Stephen continues.

"Yeah, well in my universe, as far as I know, no one achieved that either. It could be a way to save yourself in deadly situations, to see a way out, but it requires a lot of concentration. Or…"

"Or what?" he asks.

"Or it could be related to the Darkhold. Somehow," you say, raking your brain.

"How? Did your Strange have it? You said that he used Darkhold quite often."

"Yeah, he did use it but never told me about the Third Eye, nor I have ever seen it," you answer, and Strange feels like he lost a possible answer to the question he wanted to clear up.

"What you're gonna tell them?" he suddenly asks.

"Tell who?"

"The people. I mean about the Illuminati crew. They're all probably dead."

"Oh. Them. I actually wonder if Mordo's still alive. If he is, then it's his responsibility to tell them. Probably another lie."

"That was a good punch you landed there." he lets out a laugh.

"Yeah, it all just kind of accumulated throughout the years."

"But wait." he sits up, making you do the same, "if Mordo's dead, then who's gonna be the Sorcerer Supreme? Is there anyone else of higher rank?"

"No. Just me."

"Well, shit, you're probably gonna be a Sorcerer Supreme then," he says, eyes wide.

"Don't get your hopes up, snakes like Mordo find a way to survive." you shake your head and return to his embrace, looking out of the window. The moon timidly peeked inside the room, watching two lovers share their last night together, destined to be together but brutally separated by harsh reality and strict rules of the magic world.

Silent breathing slowly lulls you to dreamless sleep, safe in Stephen's arms. And for the first time in years, you and Strange have the best rest of your lives.

Chapter 18: No 'Good' in Goodbyes

You wake up early, startled by Stephen trashing in bed.

"Hey, hey, Stephen!" you try to touch him softly in order not to scare him more, but nothing works. You grab his shoulders and shake him as strong as you can. Finally, he opens his eyes, breathing heavily, looking like a sailor lost in the sea.

"Stephen! You're okay?" you ask worriedly, touching his face and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm-" he doesn't get to finish as pain pierces through his head, and he grips the covers, letting out a low scream of pain. You try to touch him again, but an eye appearing on his forehead scares the shit out of you.

"What the fuck?!" you ask, grabbing your bandaged side as the pain intensifies. The eye looks right at you, and you feel so small, so exposed to the unknown. In a blink, it disappears and only Stephen's quick breathing fills the room.

The shy sun rays that try to somehow get into the room do nothing to make you see clearer, so you light up the lamp on the bed table. Maybe it was just a light trick, and you were delirious. But Stephen's groan proves everything to be true. You reach your hand and again touch his forehead, just to make sure that the eye is gone.

"What happened?" he asks, hands nervously brushing his hair back.

"You-your eye opened. Stephen, your Third Eye opened. What the hell? What were you dreaming?" you ask worriedly. This either means nothing or a ton of bad shit.

"It felt like someone was forcing me to look at something, and just pushed me and pushed me over the edge, demanded me to look for a deeper meaning in that thing, and then it felt like burning hands touched my forehead, forever giving me something I won't be able to get rid of." he puts his face in his hands, avoiding your worried glance.

You look through the window and notice that it's already morning. Soon you'll be leaving. You grab his phone from the table and check the time. 6 AM. Time flies.

"Stephen, I don't know what it could mean, but I just hope that it's nothing bad. I couldn't bare leaving you, knowing that you might get into huge trouble."

"Hey, it's okay, I'm feeling good now, don't worry about me." he says reassuringly, but you don't believe a single word he's saying. All Stephens had a tendency to lie about their well-being.

"What if you got that from using the Darkhold?" you ask, and the question hangs in the air. Neither of you wanted to admit that it might be true. "What if that's connected to the fact that you're also wearing Eye of Agamotto?"

"Y/n, don't worry yourself about it. We have to start getting ready soon." he says, turning his eyes away. No one likes goodbyes.

"I think we should go to Kamar-Taj for a little bit, I want to speak to Wong about something."

"About what?" he asks, now interested in what you got to say to Wong, of all people.

"And that's a thing you won't get to know." you force a smile, worry still not leaving you.

"Okay, okay. When you're leaving again?"

"At 9. America will come here, probably easier to get to New York from New York." you sigh, getting up from bed and taking your shirt off, putting on your bra and pants. Slowly tieing your robes and belt, obviously stalling. Stephen dresses up with a quick move of his hands and then sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you.

"Never seen anyone who has learned how to dress up with magic, to put on their robes in a normal way." he mutters, and you smile. "How's your side? Didn't let me take a look at it."

"I think the accident shared me enough to forget about it." you lie. Of course, you were well aware of the returning pain but kept silent.

"Show me." he says.

"No, I'm okay."

"Show me. Please, y/n." he motions for you to come closer. You obey, undoing your shirt again and standing before him. His head at the level of your chest, bends down, hands take off the bandage and inspect the stitches. Half of them are torn, and the wound started bleeding again. "Needs redoing. Can you stand here a bit until I get the needle?" he asks, hands resting on your hips.

"Yeah. Okay." you say, savoring the feeling of his touch. He comes back in a minute, sits back in the previous spot and starts cleaning the wound. You let out a hiss as the alcohol makes contact with your skin. He just shoots you an apologetic look and starts stitching. Eyes focused, hands a bit trembling, but he's trying not to look at them, because if he does - then this mission can be considered as failed. "You know," you admit, trying to talk yourself out of pain, "this was the best sleep I got in years. Until, you know, that happened."

"Hm, mine too." is all he says, and you get a feeling that he doesn't know exactly what to say to you now. Nothing matters as you leave in a couple of hours anyway.

Five minutes later, he cuts the thread and puts the needle aside, opening a new pack of bandages. Another moment passes between you in silence. He finishes but doesn't let you go, keeping his hands on your side and back. You take another step closer to him and he puts his head on your stomach, right under your chest. You slowly mess his hair, waiting till he says anything.

"You know what sucks?" he murmurs into your skin.

"Mm?"

"That when I thought that during all this crazy mess I have finally found the one who's not afraid to dive head deep into these crazy adventures with me, this person is leaving me again."

You feel tears collecting in your eyes, and you're glad he doesn't see your face now. " I'm sorry, Stephen. But I have to. I -." You feel how words get stuck in your throat." I can't endanger your universe. Believe me, if I could, I'd stay here. For an eternity and even more." a single tear escapes your eye, and it rolls down your cheek, falling right on his head.

He pulls away and stands up, trapping your face in his hands, wiping away the wet trail the tear has left. "I know that it means nothing now, but I have found this connection with you. I don't know what it is yet, but I will forever treasure it in my heart, y/n." he kisses you, so softly, savoring every feeling in his mind.

You're trying to control your tears. It ain't the time to cry now.

"Oh, Stephen, I'm sure you'll find the one very soon, a man with such pure heart like yours doesn't walk around lonely." you smile sadly, touching his beard. "I have to admit, I was never fond of guys with beards, but you just broke my stereotype."

A laugh escapes his lips, he hugs you, hot breath tickling your neck. "I want you to keep my shirt." Stephen whispers.

"Your AC/DC shirt? What if your phase comes back again?" you laugh in his ear respectively.

"If it comes back, I'll think of you."

"I hope that bringing stuff from other universe doesn't cause bad shit to happen." you pull away and place a kiss on his cheek. "Well, I think the Sorcerer Supreme is already up and fresh, we gotta go."

You go to the window and look out, seeing all the early risers already surfing in the street. Perhaps New York truly never sleeps. Your Cloak lands on your shoulders, engulfing you into a warm embrace. Stephen's Cloak also lands on his shoulders, and a sizzling sound informs you that Stephen is already opening a portal.

[monapearlquo]

uno reverse, what are ur fav tracks from each ts album?

lmao I forgot about this ask until just now, I am so sorry, Ri.

Debut: Stay Beautiful

This one is just so... Nice. Like she's telling the guy, "you're an amazing person, and even if you don't end up with me, stay the way you are." And I just love that, like it's how I feel about all my past crushes, like stay beautiful, go on and do amazing things, babe. Stay beautiful.

Fearless: You All Over Me

I can't really describe why I love this song. I just really vibe with it, like it opens a wound I have, but it's like it's healing in a way. It's literally poetry, heartbreaking poetry.

Speak Now: Long Live

This is currently my second favorite TS song. Just the vibe of friendship and taking over the world and fighting dragons and living out your dreams, I just love it.

Red: The Very First Night

This one has grown on me overtime. At first, it was kinda in the middle of all the Vault songs, but now I am obsessed with it. Don't ask me why, I can't explain it. It's nostalgic, but in a fun way, and idk, I just adore it.

1989: Welcome to New York

I don't care what anyone says, this song rocks! I ADORE IT! I think as someone who has never felt like they belong anywhere, hearing this song soothes me. "welcome to New York, it's been WAITING for you!" It makes me smile, thinking of a place where I can be myself and that I feel at peace. Ugh, I just love it!

reputation: Getaway Car

I've loved this song since the first moment I heads it, long before I knew the meaning behind it. I still love it for the same reasons, it is thrilling, and tells a story that I would love to read or watch. I get hysterical every time she gets to part of "put the money in a bag and I stole the keys/that was the last time you ever saw me!" It's just perfection, I can't even.

Lover: The Archer

My second favorite track 5! I just relate to it. It describes a pain I am constantly feeling, and it's soothing to me to hear it.

folklore: seven

This is my favorite TS song rn. I adore it. Just... The nostalgia and the sweetness and naivety and... It makes me think of friends I met when I was 6 and 7, whom i haven't seen in years. The song just allows me to get into my head. I love it. No faults.

evermore: 'tis the damn season

Honestly, I had a hard time choosing between this one and Dorothea. I adore these songs. I think the whole, "we were in love as teens but went our separate ways and now we both reminisce about it" is something I like? Idk I just love them.

Midnights: Midnight Rain

This was the hardest one to choose because I also adore Paris and Maroon. I chose this one because I just felt like it, I love the weird voice that sings the chorus, and I also just love comparing your love interest to sunshine while you are midnight rain, I just love it!

Anyway, there you have it! My faves from each album!

[chamaleonsoul]

Now that the tour is over I feel like I can say I think you totally won this tour. Your show was the best. Biggest show on the tour. Calum in that suit with the mesh shirt. Ashton quite literally glowing like he had been blessed by some rock entity. Michael on his knees with that pink shirt. Luke with the mm&i suit. First live performance of mm&i. You got talk fast, beside you AND lover of mine. Calum calling everyone hot in Spanish. Also that clip of him throwing the bear. Amazing. I have a live stream of that show saved that i catch myself watching sometimes cuz it was just that good. That's all I wanted to say.

Anna, ,,,,,

dude, I,

are you trying to make me cry. i'm about to.

and now i'm about to go on a ramble so bear with me.

*loud sigh* yeah, okay. Yes. I, of course, agree with you. and you bringing up this after just a couple of days ago i got terribly sentimental about it.... yeah. I think it was during the weekend while I was making breakfast when my brain went HEY *SLAP* remember this? And it was when the vocalist of the opening act (Bruses) was telling us how they got to the show, how 5sos were interested in having someone local, and how she was living in some small appartment just a few months ago, trying to make the music thing work, and now (so, the day of the show) they were playing to 18k people, and she couldn't believe it. And then everyone started chanting "sí se pudo" (there's no direct translation with the same meaning, but that would be smth like "you made it"), and it got pretty emotional, even when, i'm sure, many of us heard of them for the first time that same day. They gave a very good show, with an ode to the chorus of Helena by MCR at the end, which my emo ass appreciated a lot, thanked us for being a supportive crowd and then left us ready for 5sos.

Naturally, that got me thinking of the whole show and going through my ig post and all the shaky videos i took. And honestly u mentioning all these pivotal points of the show has me very

because, yeah, Ash was glowing that night and i still can hear his voice crystal clear in my head, just like Luke's angelic vocals and Calum's accent while talking in spanish [insert multiple smiley crying emojis here]. And Talk Fast 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 it sounds so dramatic but if i had died without listening to talk fast live and in person at least once, i'd have haunted the earth forever. (But i won't have to!! bc i got to hear it🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰) And the bear you mention, the funniest part is that it wasn't a bear, it's actually a Dr. Simi jsdjjssjsjhd Farmacias Similares is a pharmacy chain that has it's own 'pet', which is our dear Mr. Dr. Simi here:

and it's become sort of a tradition over the last few years to bring these little guys to concerts, with different styles and costumes and throw them to bands during shows (it's happened with MCR, Gorillaz, Coldplay, etc). and i'm sure several got thrown at 5sos<3 jsjs

anyways, the show was incredible, the boys kill it in every way possible and even though we were all squished together in pit during the first half of the show, i'm sure everyone had the time of their lives. And when we were leaving the venue, someone started singing the chorus of yb and we all started singing along and honestly dude🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i fucking love human connection over music. I can't wait to see them live again.

I'll go cry a bit now, if you excuse me

[obxcline]

LOVER part 1

PAIRING: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC

SUMMARY: Grace was the new girl in town and she caught the eye of a certain Bradley Bradshaw who made it his personal mission to show her what true love is.

WARNING: swearing, fluff, sexual content (eventually maybe), military men, Top Gun spoilers, DO NOT REPOST MY WORK thanks

Grace couldn’t remember the last time that she had actually stepped foot in the small beach town, but she assumed it was probably around her twenty-first birthday to visit her father. That made it nearly five years ago and one more years since her Aunt Penny had moved back to the area with Amelia in her custody and had been begging Grace to come visit.

There wasn’t much to do in the town unless you really wanted to join the Navy. There was the beach, a few food joints, Penny’s Bar, and a hiking trail she had enjoyed going to when she lived here previously.

Aunt Penny had alway told her niece that she had the type of personality that people just wanted to be around. Grace had the humor, smarts, and a huge heart. Giving each of those things out to everyone she came in contact with. It was why Penny selfishly wanted her around more.

But following a lay off from the banking company she had been working for out of college, it was no time like the present to visit her Aunt. Sure, it meant that she would be living in the guest house but it also meant that she was steps away from the beach and it wasn’t having to share an apartment with messy girls in their twenties.

But it did mean having to work at The Hard Deck. It was the local spot to hang out, decorated in twinkle lights, Navy memorabilia, and old photos from when the place first opened. The back patio opened and lead straight to the water, where she planned to spend all her free time listening to music or reading a trashy romance novel. But this bar is where Grace would spend most of her days now, from 3pm to the ungodly hour of 2am. Much different from her previous nine to five.

“We open around five, just make sure the glasses are clean and no one starts a fist fight. Other than that, you should be good on training.”

Aunt Penny patted her on the back and wished her luck on the first day before slipping off to talk to what seemed to be her old boyfriend. Grace had to give her credit, the man was definitely old enough to be her father but he had aged well. Penny definitely still had it and she definitely deserved it.

Holy shit, Grace knew that face. If it wasn’t Maverick, Penny’s ex something from years back before she had married her most recent husband. Pete Mitchell was back in town and she knew whatever brought him here couldn’t be great news. He was an amazing pilot, but only for the most risky operations.

Her ex husband was a piece of shit who’s never cared about Penny or Amelia and was eager to leave to go to Hawaii with his new wife.

“Can I get a tall Bud?” A sailor came to the bar. Grace nodded and quickly got him his drink, the late night rush finally pooling into the aged bar. Rock music playing loudly in the back, which made her miss the other man who had come to get a drink at the bar. Turning around she jumped at the sight of him.

“Holy shit- you scared me,” Placing a hand to where her fast beating heart was, he ignored her comment and ordered a Corona with a smile on his face and dark shaded sunglasses covering his eyes. He was tall, about a foot taller than her, and if he were to start a fight she probably wouldn’t be able to stop him. His mustache was typical, but Grace usually saw it only on Army men.

“Thank you,” still holding his smile he tipped his head in a respectful manner and made his way over to his group of friends, the other sailors. So he had been military, she should’ve guessed. After all, it was the only type of people to be coming to this bar for the most part.

Leaning over to clean off the table top of the bar she noticed a wrinkled napkin with messy handwriting in blue ink from one of the bar pens.

Call me sometime

And a number listed below the short message. It was attached to the receipt guy who had ordered the Corona. At the signature line, Bradley Bradshaw.

-

Laying in bed after a shower and a long night of work, she caved. Pulling her phone from the side table and texted the number she had saved from the dirty bar napkin.

She had to make the message snarky, but not too harsh. Wanting to be herself and not fuck up the message. If anything, Grace could tell he was a good lay and didn’t want to ruin her chances. Instead of calling, like the message had said she decided to text. After all, it was 3am and he may not be awake.

G: I usually never message military guys you know

She quickly dropped her phone to the bed trying to figure out if she was stupid for doing this and he would just laugh about her to his friends. But a buzz from her phone broke her train of thought.

B: well I must be special then

B: I never did get your name

Running her fingers through her hair, she sat up straight in bed trying to ignore the blush that came to her cheeks.

G: it’s Grace

G: and I newish here

Could she could anymore desperate and pathetic? Apparently her answer was no. And she had unwilling offered the information of her having previously lived here, but Rooster would only bring that up later. On base he was laying in his own bed, a little drunk and a little flirty.

B: you ever been to Sammi’s

G: no never

He waited a second to respond back. Not wanting her to think he was staring at his phone waiting for her text, just like he was. Phoenix would make fun of him if she knew how much thought he was putting into the text.

Girls only want set dates and decent guys. Phoenix had once told him in the bar after he had pissed of a girl he had been sleeping with for a few weeks. So, finally taking her word of advice, he sent his text.

B: how about this Saturday at 9am?

G: it’s a date

Fuck. Grace thought, now knowing that she definitely had a tendency to put a foot in her mouth. Maybe he didn’t want it to be a date? Maybe he just wanted to be friends?

B: it is most defiantly a date

He texted as if he had been reading her mind, followed by another text notification to light up her screen.

B: I’m looking forward to it

-

It was Wednesday the week Grace had plans to see Bradley on Saturday and she hadn’t heard from him in over three days. She figured it was his way of ghosting her, ask her on a date but get distracted by someone who was prettier the next day and never speak to her again.

Her suspicions were wrong when he showed up before opening with a wrapped bouquet of sunflowers. He stood confidently at the bar top waiting for her to meet him where he was, after she had dried off the beer glass that was in her hands. Rooster took of his sunglasses and hung them on the neck of his white T-shirt.

“These are for you.”

His apologetic smile and dreamy brown eyes had her forgiving him. Plus, she had never been given flowers from a man. Blushing, she took the bundle from him and got a pitcher from under the counter filing it with water and proceeded to cut the stems off and place them into the pitcher one by one.

“I’ve never actually gotten flowers from anyone before. So, thank you.”

“Well technically these are apology flowers, so they don’t count. I’ll get you more some other time.”

Rooster decided it would be easier if he just sat at the bar while he spoke with her. Watching as she focused on cutting the stems the same even heigh before placing them into the pitcher.

He did find it almost sad that no one had ever gotten the beautiful girl flowers before. He took a mental note of that comment and planned to surprise her, if he ever got the chance.

When he was younger he constantly saw his dad give his mom flowers. It wasn’t a special occasion or because there was a fight, it was just because. Just because his dad had wanted to shower her that he appreciated her.

“Oh, there will be another time?” Grace said with a teasing smirk on her face.

“Make no mistake, we are still on for Saturday. And if I win you over, plan to see you again…if you’ll have me. Plus, the flowers were to apologize for my lack in communication. Work has been crazy and I have been either flying, sleeping, or eating. In that order.”

Grace watched as he spoke with his hands, explaining that he wasn’t ignoring her it was just work. He didn’t dive into the work project that seemed to be consuming his mind, but now Grace knew what he did for work. A Navy pilot.

Bradley had energy and a charisma she had never seen before. Maybe that’s why she was drawn to him and willing to give him another chance that she wouldn’t have given any other guy. She just hoped that he wouldn’t give her a reason to regret it.

“There will definitely be a Saturday…and from there I’ll decide.”

—

Part 2

[finelinevogue]

could you do some angsty smut please??

oh hell yeah we can. this is going to be 70srockstar!harry with roadie!y/n eekkkk! okay have fun;

Being the girlfriend of the most famous, golden boy rockstar was the craziest rollercoaster you’d ever ride.

For the past 6 months you’ve been touring with the one and only Harry Styles, living your life between helping on tour, drinking endless amounts of wine and smoking a hell of a lot of weed. The job had come past you at the perfect moment. Your dad happened to be best friends with the tour manager, Jeff Azoff, who’d spoken of their being a job opening for a roadie. You were employed to help set up the musical equipment and test out the instruments before the act went on at night, falling in love for the man you roadied for was just an add on. A beautiful bonus.

It was a lot more pressure being Harry’s girlfriend than people thought though. There was so much pressure to act a certain way and present yourself another way. Harry was so idolised and craved by millions and it put pressure on you to be a certain person for him. You loved him so much and you were so scared that he might one day realise that there was so much better than you - at least in your eyes. Someone extroverted. Someone musically talented. Someone who wasn’t a virgin.

Harry had never pressured you into anything sexual unless you were ready. Of course he was notorious for being an above star rating, when it came fo sex - thanks to all the articles published by the many men and women, sometimes both together, he had slept with. The sex reputation went hand-in-hand with his rock-n-roll aesthetic, so that part of him would never change. You’d only been with Harry for 4 of those 6 months, managing to fall for him very quickly, so you wondered just how he was coping without having had sex for that long. He usually had a different person each night to take backstage after his concert to play with how he wanted, hence how he built his reputation, but since you there had been no one.

Sex was such a big thing for Harry though, so you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting him down.

Currently, you were sat on his bed on the tour bus reading an article that had been published about your boyfriend last week. Your heart strings tugged as you read one section of the interview.

Interviewer: The new album, tell me about it.

Harry: It’s coming on slowly yeah. Just want this one to be perfect so, taking my time.

Interviewer: What would you say your biggest inspiration is for writing?

Harry: Changed on every project, to be honest man. Sometimes it’s about past relationships. Sometimes it’s about issues i’m going through. A lot of the time it’s about sex!

Interviewer: Yeah, dude, I have noticed that like every other song is about sex. Is that something you’re quite open about?

Harry: I think sex can be either something so beautiful or so passionate. Don’t believe in sad sex! But, um, yeah i’m always really honest lyrically when it comes to the songs about sex and I hope others see it as that too.

Interviewer: No it definitely does! Thanks Harry for your time and, um, keep on having sex so that third album breaks even more records!

Harry: Will do man!

It was easy to understand why you were upset. Harry’s biggest inspiration wasn’t possible for this album, because you were too nervous to let him have you. All of you. You felt a burden, as if you were holding him back from living his life and creating something so amazing. His past two albums had been such hits for songs such as ‘She’ and ‘Only Angel’, which were inspired by the intimate times with past lovers. There would only be sad songs if he wrote an album without any spice.

That’s why as soon as Harry came back on the bus, dressed in shorts and a shirt that was unbuttoned to see his toned chest, you jumped him and kissed him like your life depended on him. He was taken back by surprise, but welcomed your lips nevertheless.

Pulling back he mumbled some words against your lips, “Well this is a nice welcome back gift.” He chuckled at the eagerness of your lips and let his hands roam over your body - from your neck to your waist and over your ass. This man knew what he was doing.

“Harry?” You whispered, stopping your kiss and looking at his beautiful swollen red lips. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah baby?” He kept himself close to you and you could feel the stiffie that he’d developed pressing against your front.

“Can we… I’m.. If you…”

“What baby? Can tell me anything, y’know that.”

“Wanna have sex with you.” You told him the most simple virgin way ever, your face heating up when you saw him smirking down at you. You’d screwed yourself over here and were getting all shy and embarrassed about it.

“Hey, no. Don’t hide from me,” He drew your face back to his and kept his eyes on yours to provide you some familiar comfort, “you sure?”

“Mhm, yes.” You nodded affirmatively.

“It might hurt a little, okay? First time means that your cute little pussy is going to be really tight. Don’t even know whether you’ll be able to take me.” He taunted you, cupping his hands to your cheeks and brushing his thumbs carefully over your skin to ease your tension.

“I w-will.” You moused out, wanting to be this person for him.

“‘Course you can. You’re my best girl and I know you’ll fit perfectly for me, yeah?” He rhetorically asked pushing you back to the bed and letting you flop there. You watched him as he discarded his clothes, following his lead, until you were both naked in front of each other. You’d been this far before, but this time it felt different. It felt more lustful and exposed and nerve-wracking.

Harry bent down and started to kiss you from your belly upwards, leaving kisses everywhere until he reached your jaw where he bit more than he kisses. He loved seeing his marks being left behind on your skin, proving to everyone that you were his and his alone. His hands found comfort ins kneading and squeezing your breasts like dough, loving the way they were so soft and yet so hard beneath his warm hands. As he found your lips and divulged in your sweet tastes, you slunk your hand down and grabbed ahold of his cock, pumping him a few times to get him primed. You felt the trickles of pre-cum drip from his tip and it only excited you even more.

Taking your lead, Harry pushed one of his hands in between your bodies and started playing with your wet cunt, paying extra attention to your needy clit. He knew you loved it when his fingers got rough, so that’s exactly how he played. His tongue was battling against yours, whilst you both stimulated pleasure to one another. The wet and beautiful sounds filled the room, heightening your arousal - Harry could feel it too, his fingers becoming wetter with every circle and pump of his fingers.

“You ready, baby?” He asked carefully, plucking his lips away from yours with a wet sounding smack. You already looked fucked out and he had barely done anything to you yet.

“Y-yes.” You stumbled, so excited yet so nervous. You were finally going to give Harry what he had been missing for so long and you were also going to let yourself go, and divulge in something new and potentially life-changing.

He leant back and rubbed his own cock for a few strokes, before lining the tip of it with your opening. He teased your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation. He smiled down at you and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ without any sounds leaving his lips, before you did the same. The head of his cock started to push in, but you didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did.

“Shit fuck, y’so tight baby. Need you to relax for me, okay?” He asked, pulling away so he could watch your body relax. You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe, reminding yourself that the best way to relax is not to think about the problem itself but oh how you’d feel when the problem’s fixed. You smiled and once Harry could see your shoulders un-tense, he, once again, pushed his cock into your opening. He hissed at the contact, obviously finding it so pleasurable even if it was only minimal contact, but you, you felt so much pain and soreness from absolutely nothing.

You couldn’t do this.

“It should just…” Harry tried a different angle, but your smile had disappeared and your whole range of emotions had resumed to flat and disappointed in yourself. “Maybe if I just..” Harry tried to hold your legs a little wider and guide his cock more firmly into your opening, but each time he couldn’t push past a certain point without your body rejecting him or your facial expressions telling him he should stop.

“St-stop Harry please.” You cried, bringing your hands up to cover your face as you let the tears flow freely. “Please stop.”

“O-okay. Just gonna…” And he slid out as much as he’d managed to get in, which was probably less than an inch. It hurt when he pulled away and your cunt felt like it was on fire. It stung and it didn’t feel right. You felt like a failure and an embarrassment.

You cried into your arms, letting harsh sobs take over your body. You chest felt tight and your eyes stung worse than your cunt did. God, you couldn’t even do one thing for him. You were the reason why he was having a hard time writing at the moment. You were the reason people would be disappointed to hear no sex inspired songs on the album. He might even have to use past experiences as inspiration, which made your heart curl with jealousy. You didn’t feel like you were enough for him, like you would ever be enough for him.

“I’m so sorry Harry,” You sat up from the bed, not wanting to look at him and his disappointed expression as he stay knelt on the bed - cock looking painfully hard still. You scrambled for your t-shirt and your joggers and then walked out of the room, across the bus’ narrow corridor, and into the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in then mirror and were disappointed at what, or who, you saw. Looking back at you was the person who couldn’t even have sex. You couldn’t give Harry what he deserved. You were a failure and it was stamped all over your body. You cried as you looked at yourself, until you couldn’t and you just slid down the wall and onto the floor. You wished for the Earth to just swallow you whole. You couldn’t stand being here when you were clearly broken and useless.

Harry would surely leave you for this. Why would he want to stay with someone who couldn’t even get their boyfriends dick in their pussy? Couldn’t give each other that pleasure? Harry had so many people in the past and surely with you gone he’d have so many people in the future. It would be selfish of you to stay. Harry had needs you completely appreciated that, but it would be just so difficult to let him go when he means so much to you.

There was a quiet knock at the door, which broke you from your cries and self-deprecating. “Y/N? Baby honey? Can I come in, please?”

“S-sorry. Yes of c-course.” You stood up quickly, thinking that he was wanting to be let in to go to the toilet or to have a cold shower go get rid of the hard-on that you’d put there. Too bad you couldn’t have taken it away.

You unlocked the door and shuffled past him, only for him to stop you. He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving you both infinitely pressed together in the pathway on the bus. He had you pressed you up against the side of the wall and kept his arms at either side of you.

“Sweets—”

“Harry, please don’t say anything. I-I know what you’re thinking and—”

“Yeah? And what am I thinking?” He asked, not moving away from you. You held your cries the best you could and took a deep breathe to continue.

“I’m a disappointment. I-I i’m not good enough. I’m broken.” You choked out, knocking your head back against the wall from frustration.

“Stop it.” Harry ordered firmly, gripping your cheeks in his hands and forcing you to look at him. The look in his eyes was so hard to read, but he looked desperate and worried and hurt. You hated to think that you were the cause of any of those emotions. “Just stop.” Harry’s own eyes were starting to fill with tears too and you brought your own hand up to catch a few of them before they could fall.

“Don’t cry, please.” You begged, keeping your hand pressed to his cheek which he absolutely adored. He loved the feeling of your skin against his. He never wanted to not have it.

“Then don’t say things that hurt me, okay? Hearing you say those things about yourself absolutely breaks m’heart flower. Just because you were a bit too tight to take me today does not mean that you’re a disappointment or you’re a failure or that you’re not good enough. It hurts to think that you’d ever think I would think that, because - fuck -,” Harry pressed his forehead tight against yours and fanned his lips lips over yours. His closeness was everything. “I love you so much it scares me. My feelings for you are so strong and so real. I want your forever and something as trivial as sex is never going to make me want otherwise. Do you get that?”

“B-but the album?” You asked.

“What about the album?”

“I-in the recent magazine interview you said that sex is your biggest i-inspiration. I can’t be that for you.”

“Is that what this is all about? Because you think that my album isn’t coming together because i’m not having sex? Did you miss the part where I said I wanted this one to be perfect and I was taking m’time with it?”

“No.”

“Well I did say that, because it’s for you baby. The whole thing is going to be for you. Every melody. Every lyric. Every song. Just and all for you.” Both of you were silently crying now, absorbed in each others love and adoration for one another.

“I-I didn’t know.”

“Now you do. This album isn’t really for the charts or the awards. It’s for you, m’heart. I love you for a lot more than your body and its’ pleasures.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, taking all his words in and realising how irrationally you’d acted out afterwards.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For even thinking that you’d be so shallow and cold-hearted.”

“You didn’t think that though, baby. I know you and so I know you didn’t. Your thoughts were based around your own insecurities, not to do with your small-thinking over me.” He explained to you, making you nod and kick your lips.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Well then we don’t deserve each other.”

“But i’ll keep you forever if you’d let me.”

“Looks like we’re together forever then, baby honey.”

[sabinanotfound]

45 Prompts for Hand-Holding

I stumbled across this post and I had to do it. Enjoy... (also it’s the best experience when you switch to the goth rave mode)

45 prompts (actually 42 since I skipped the 12th and the 13th one because I wasn’t comfortable and the 26th one, because I had 0 ideas) and all are SFW.

Includes; Wilbur Soot, cc!Technoblade, GeorgeNotFound, Nihachu, Karl Jacobs, platonic!Ranboo, Dream, SapNap, Quackity (separately)

Warnings: specified before each prompt <3 credit to @creativepromptsforwriting for the amazing prompts

REQUESTS OPEN

1. Tiny hands in big hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

Wilbur was absentmindedly fiddling with your hand as the bus made its way through the traffic. “Your hands are so tiny,” he said, making you chuckle. You interlocked your fingers with his, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

2. Calloused hands in soft hands (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader) TW || anxiety

“It’s okay, you’re with me now,” you said softly, trying to calm Techno down. You took his calloused hands in yours, letting him relax and fall asleep in your embrace.

3. Cold hands in warm hands (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

“Oh, and we should definitely see this place!” George exclaimed. For the past few hours he was excitedly showing you around London, but there was only one problem; the cold. When you didn’t respond, George turned to you and immediately noticed you shivering. He laughed softly before taking your cold hands in his warm ones. Let’s say, this method of warming up was your favorite.

4. Hands for the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You and Niki held hands as you sat on the couch watching a movie. You suddenly thought of how nice your hand fit in hers. “Niki, look it’s like our hands were made for each other!” you said and she laughed, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

5. Platonic hand-holding (platonic!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

You walked around the city with your best friend, absentmindedly holding each other’s hand and swinging them back and forth just because. Nothing mattered but your friendship and the beautiful views in front of you.

6. Running their thumb over the other’s hand (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader) TW || anxiety

As you entered the party, you regretted coming. There were way too many people for your liking. But this was your best friend’s birthday party and you couldn’t just ditch her like that. Wilbur turned to you and noticed your uncomfortable face. He took your hand in his tracing small circles on it with his thumb, letting you calm down.

7. Dancing with their hands holding onto each other (Dream x gn!reader)

“May I dance with you, my love?” Dream said as he held out his hand to you, smiling. A smile made its way onto your face as you swayed to the slow music, your hand in his.

8. Squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement (platonic!Ranboo x gn!reader)

You looked at Ranboo before making your way to the stage. He gave you a reassuring smile before squeezing your hand one last time and mouthing the words: “You can do this.”

9. Holding hands across the table (SapNap x gn!reader)

A fancy table set up at home due to the virus quickly spreading, candles light up and you two. The perfect date. You took a deep breath before putting a hand on Sapnap’s which was resting on the table. “Sap, I love you so so much. Will you marry me?” he looked at you with nothing but love and happiness in his eyes. “Yes, yes yes,” he said, stretching over the table to give you a kiss.

10. Happily doing everything with one hand even if it means they don’t have to let go (Quackity x gn!reader)

Alex stirred the pot as you chopped onions. Both doing your tasks with one hand. Ask why? Because why let go of your lover's hand when can *almost* do everything with one?

11. Not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd (Nihachu x gn!reader)

The crowd was huge. You knew there were many people who liked the same band as you, but this many people were unexpected. You held onto Niki's hand not to lose her in the huge crowd. "Niki, now I have an excuse to hold your hand at all time." you both laughed, making your way closer to the stage.

14. Grabbing hand to show them something (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

The Louvre was a really pretty museum, and you wanted to see everything. "Look, Wil, there's that famous painting I've been wanting to see!" you tugged on his arm as he chucked at your enthusiasm, following you to the painting.

15. Loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

George laid in your lap as one of your hands loosely held his, and the other played with his hair. This must be what people call peace.

16. Only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader) TW || death, blood, angst

They had found you. Techno was too late and now there you were, laying on the floor and covered in blood. He let out a sob and the only sign of you being alive was your pinkie you had linked with his. And then your chest stopped. You were gone.

17. Holding hands while skating (Dream x gn!reader)

"I'm going to fall!" you shrieked, as Dream just smirked and held your hand tightly. "No, you're not. Look, you're already getting a hang of this!" he encouraged as you straightened your back, a little less afraid.

18. Excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

"I love this song!" you screamed over the song, as Karl nodded, continuing to bop his head to the music. You jumped up and down as the melody got faster. Your hands were linked and you were sure this was the best concert ever.

19. Playing with each other’s fingers (SapNap x gn!reader)

You sat next to him at his desk, watching as he edited yet another video. One of his hands was in yours while you fiddled with his fingers. He turned to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you, baby."

20. Pressing the other’s hand against their cheek (Quackity x gn!reader) TW || sick reader

“How are you feeling mi amor?” Alex asked as he entered your room with a bowl of soup. “I’m feeling better, thanks to you.” you smiled at him as he sat on the bed, checking your fever. You took his hand in yours, pressing it against your cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me, I love you.”

21. Holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You held Niki’s hand as she balanced on the small wall, laughing. Suddenly she slipped on a rock and landed into your arms as the both of you giggled.

22. Grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something (Dream x gn!reader)

“BE CAREFUL!” You felt your hand being pulled, just in time as a car flew by. Dream pulled you into his chest, hugging you as your breaths got steadier.

23. Holding hands under the table (Quackity x gn!reader) TW || someone talking shit abt Quackity

“And how’s it going with your uh...career?” Alex’s friend said sarcastically, obviously making fun of him. Alex’s muscles tensed, and you held his hand under the table, giving it a subtle squeeze. He smiled. “Better than yours.” As you two stood up and left.

24. Only realizing it when they have to let go (SapNap x gn!reader)

“Sap, it’s okay, I’m fine now. You don’t have to hold my hand. Thank you so much for the support.” SapNap looked at you, his gaze shy. “What if I don’t want to let go?” it was almost inaudible, but you heard it. You smiled, interlocking your fingers together. That’s a way to confess your feelings.

25. Standing in front of each other, holding both their hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

“y/n, I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” Wilbur said, holding both of your hands. You looked at him curiously, your brows slightly furrowing. “Will you marry me?” you gasped, immediately smiling. “YES, YES AND YES!” you screamed as Wilbur slid a pretty ring on your finger.

27. Passionate hand-holding (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

“Hii.” you said before plopping onto the couch next to Karl. You intertwined your fingers, wanting to never let go as soon as his hand touched yours.

28. Grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

“y/n, be careful, there’s a bump there,” George said as he pointed to the part of the road just ahead of you. Seems like he’d said it too late, because the next thing you knew, you were falling down. But thanks to George’s reflexes he held your hand just in time, preventing you from hitting the ground. “Thank you,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

29. Holding hands while running through the rain (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader)

“I told you this'd be fun!” you said as the both of you ran around in the rain, laughing and holding hands.

30. Brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second (Dream x gn!reader)

Your breath hitched as Dream’s hand brushed yours lightly, and as your pinkies linked for a second, you started to question if your feelings towards him were really platonic.

31. Grabbing their hand to grab their attention (Quackity x gn!reader)

“Babyyyyy.” you whined as you came into Alex’s room. “You’ve been editing for so long already, you need to get some rest, and also give me cuddles.” Alex chuckled as he turned to you in his chair. “Ten more minutes mi amor.” he said, also missing you a lot. But today you weren’t having it, so you grabbed his hand and tugged on it. He rolled his eyes and chuckled, following you to the couch in the living room.

32. Not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

“Baby?” Wilbur asked and you hummed in response, not tearing your eyes off of your book. Your hand was in Wilbur’s who was scrolling through his phone. “I love you.” you turned to him, smiling. “I love you too, Wil.”

33. Bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go (SapNap x gn!reader) TW || a small injury

“You should’ve been more careful.” your best friend complained as he bandaged your hand. You had accidentally broken a cup and a piece of glass had cut your hand. When Sap finished his hand lingered on yours a little longer, making your cheeks lightly heat up.

34. Holding hands while driving (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

Karl’s left hand was on the steering wheel and the other one was interlocked with yours. A song was playing as you sang along and enjoyed the little moment.

35. Grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them (Nihachu x gn!reader)

The alarm clock beeped loudly, waking the both of you up. “A few more minutes...” you whined, but Niki was already starting to stand up. You caught her hand and lightly pulled her towards you. “Nooo a few more minutes but only with you,” you said as she laughed.

36. Unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

Your hand unconsciously searched for George’s, as you laid half asleep. Once you did, you interlocked your fingers and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

37. Not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

You sat on the couch in your friend’s house as the party became louder and louder every minute. Wilbur was next to you and you mindlessly interlocked your fingers. “I didn’t know you two were together.” one of your friends said, passing by. Your cheeks heated up as you slightly let go of his hand, but not completely.

38. Swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children (Quackity x gn!reader)

You and Alex swung your interlocked hands as you skipped around. In the daylight, when the streets were crowded this was not enjoyable; but at night, hanging out in a park while no one was there to throw you weird glances, it was perfect.

39. Holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition (Dream x gn!reader)

“Oh look! There’s that famous exhibition!” Dream exclaimed as he tugged on your hand. You followed him, curious about what you were going to see.

40. Letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader)

“Be careful, there’s a tree.” you let go of his hand for a second and as soon as you passed the tree, you softly took his hand in yours, continuing your walk in the forest.

41. Loosely holding onto each other’s hand (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You and Niki walked around the city, while she excitedly pointed out some important locations. You were loosely holding her hand, fascinated by everything around you.

42. Dragging the other with them, holding their hand (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

“Come on baby, you have to go to sleep, you’re overworking yourself.” Karl tried to convince you. You weakly asked for a few more minutes, but Karl took you by the hand and dragged you to bed. You were thankful because if not for him you’d be asleep on your desk in a few minutes.

43. Raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

Your first date had been awesome. Wilbur was a true gentleman. As he opened the door for you to get out of the car, your eyes met. “Thank you for today Wilbur. I loved our date.” You smiled at him and he did so too, gently lifting your hand and pressing a quick kiss on it. “So... maybe you’re up for a second date sometime?” You nodded, not missing his rose-tinted cheeks.

44. Holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together (Dream x gn!reader) TW || cliff diving

"Ready?" Dream asked, giving your hand a subtle squeeze, and after you nodded, you jumped down into the beautiful blue waters, not letting go of Dream's hand.

45. Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together (SapNap x gn!reader)

Sapnap hoped that you wouldn't take this as an excuse to hold your hand, but he had to give it a shot. "y/n, let's compare hand sizes." you pressed your palms together, and before you knew it, Sap had linked your fingers together. Not that you minded, though.

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