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kazuwhora · 2 years

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— PURE/HONEY

⨳ WARNINGS. afab!reader, gn!reader, vibrators, dubcon I guess, roommate!hawks, creep!hawks, panty stealing, panty fucking, panty sucking, yk fun stuff <3

⨳ WORD COUNT. 1k+

⨳ NOTE. before one of u anons comes down my throat for a tense switch ITS INTENTIONAL LEAVE ME ALONE anyways heres sum hawks <3 this is also my submission for @decayish’s scumbag collab hehe

THE FIRST TIME hawks heard it, he didn’t know what to think.

the first time he heard the whirr of electricity and the shuffle of sheets and blankets through the thin walls, he almost let himself in— until a tiny chorus of whimpers and moans flooded beneath the doors and made his eyes go wide.

deviance was always his strong suit, but this? these were new bounds, even for him. but even so, night after night keigo found himself with an ear pressed to the door, listening for the switch of the vibrator and your sweet little moans to fill his fantasies once more.

every night was the last— that’s what he told himself while his hand traveled past the waistband of his pants, gripping his cock with a desperation that only you could bewitch his body with. every time his fingers teased the tip of his length, creating a web of precum that dribbled down his cock, he swore he would stop. that this would be the last time. that he would surely get caught if he kept doing this.

but no matter how hard he tried, nothing could stop him.

his desperation spread like a virus— it infected every part of his mind, every part of his body until even the most mindless tasks had him daydreaming about what you might have looked like behind that door, head thrown back against the pillow and maybe even a bead of sweat forming at your hairline as the vibrator pressed down against your clit. and it got worse, when you’d peek around the corner for a glass of water late at night, tiptoeing around keigo who’s hands desperately hid the bulge of his cock that ached for your relief.

and soon enough, hawks needed more.

he hates himself for doing it— he hates himself for what he’s resorted to, inquiring about your plans for the evening as if he cares enough to engage any further. he hates himself for the way his eyes gloss over as you talk, paying mind only to the timeframe of your absence as his mind wanders to all the things he can do with that time. his cock is nearly hard thinking about it, as it pulses and throbs the more you draw out your words and struggle to sling your coat over your shoulders.

“see you later?” you sing, peering around the corner of the door, waiting for keigo to say goodbye.

“don’t have too much fun without me!” his voice coos with a cheerfulness that makes you smile as you click the door shut behind you— he’s always been good at pretending.

hawks can’t help but wonder how long is long enough to wait until you’re gone, but his senses betray him just as they do every time. he can only hold himself back for a few minutes before his heart starts to race and his head spins with anticipation and arousal. adrenaline courses through his veins bringing an excitement to his body that can’t be quelled, and his wings shiver as he pushes himself away from the counter’s edge and sets off to your room.

he’s never seen past your door before, not even when you moved in. he’s always been respectful of your space, restricting himself only to his imagination when his ear is pressed against your door. but birds are known for their excellent hearing, and hawks knows almost exactly where everything in your room is.

he starts with the drawer of your nightstand, pulling the handle and nearly gawking at the array of toys you keep stashed under pieces of cloth and bottles of vitamins. his cock is already hard— it throbs in his hand that slips below his waistband once again, palming and pumping his length in slow motions as he reaches for the pretty pink bullet sat closest to the edge of the drawer.

at first he tries to hold back. he tries to pace himself, holding the vibrator to his mouth as his eyes flutter shut and he imagines once again, what you might look like splayed out on the very bed he sits on now. he tries to pace himself, but he can’t stop his fist from moving faster and faster, and his mind slips as his tongue takes the cool pink plastic into his mouth, swirling around the tip as if it were your clit. he thinks about all the places it’s been, all the times you might have used this very vibrator to get yourself off while he listened, and the thought alone nearly pushes him to the edge as he chokes out a moan and frees his cock from the constraints of his pants.

he’s desperate now— his wings shudder and shake as tiny feathers fall to your bed. he’s consumed by his senses, overwhelmed with the thought of you spread out for him, making yourself cum as he watches, and his fist tightens around his cock pulling whimpers and moans from his lips until something makes him stop.

his eyes flutter open, looking around the room as if he had heard a sound. on the floor below him, is a pair of your panties discarded in a scattered pile of dirty laundry, and keigo’s face heats up with an indescribable sensation he can barely contain.

he wants you so bad— he wants to taste you, to lose himself in your body, and this is the closest he can get, for now.

“fuck” he grumbles, using a feather to lift the panties to the bed where he weaves his fingers between the fabric and presses it against his nose.

his eyes nearly roll back in his head as his cock begins to ache again, leaving him no choice but to tend to his needs as his tongue sucks and laps at the fabric now soaked with his spit. he can’t help himself, and he needs more. he needs to taste you more than this— he wishes he could suffocate himself right there, desperate to get closer and closer, to envelop his senses in you until he can barely breathe. his cock is already throbbing and red, tip swollen and leaking as he pumps viciously with desperate moans that get lost in the fabric.

he’s just so needy, so pathetic and lonely. he needs you to help him— to guide him and make him cum all over himself, but the most he can do is pant against your panties, biting holes in the fabric as he pushes himself closer and closer to his high.

“f-fuck I—” keigo stutters as his core begins to shake and his wings spread more and more behind him. “n-need y-you t-to—” he continues, begging into the fabric as if you were there.

hawks can’t hold himself back any longer. he can’t stop now, and as his vision grows fuzzy and white, he throws his head back as he milks himself dry, wings fully spread and eyes knocked back in his head the more his cum spills onto the blankets below him.

his breath is hard to catch— it wavers and gasps as his fingers fail him, letting the soaked panties drop back down to the floor as his wings tremble and shed behind him. he can barely hold himself up, resorting to staring up at the ceiling until his legs work just enough for him to drag himself out of your room. a sense of shame looms over his aura, but hawks doesn’t care. the most energy he can conjure is dedicated to bringing himself back to his room, where he slouches against the headboard of his bed until his eyes flicker off into rest.

you’re quiet when you come home, opening the door only enough for you to slip past and set your things on the counter. and as you tiptoe to your room, there’s no sign of hawks. not a sound of the tv coming from his room, not a dish in the sink he left behind like always.

of course, nothing but a pile of feathers left on your cum soaked bed.

#hawks smut #hawks x reader smut #hawks x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha x reader smut #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia smut #keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #bnha

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happiest-hotch · 1 year

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I don't know if you've heard the song 29 by Demi Lovato... But if you did how you think Hotch would react to it if he's dating younger reader? Of course he would never be with an underage person, but what if the age gap between them is also of 12 years or more? (For example I'm 25 and i always picture him being 42) Would it make him insecure/feel like a bad person? Would he try to break up with reader?

Could you possibly write a little blurb on it?

got to admit, i don't know anything about her, but i hope this is what you're looking for

As passenger princess, it's always your music being played on the way to and from the BAU. As an observant, astute boyfriend who notices when the slightest thing is different about you, including changes in your playlists.

"This one's new." He observes within a few seconds of the chorus.

"Very attentive." You praise. "Good, huh?"

He nods, although it's a half-nod, but you're too busy singing to notice his face dropping with each lyric.

He can't think about anything else once you're back at home. Just your relationship and the correlation between it and the song. He can't help his spiraling thoughts, had you made him listen to it on purpose? Is he the bad guy he's been telling you he would protect you from? Is he holding you back? Are you too worried about the consequences of breaking up with him to do it yourself?

"You know you don't have to do the dishes, baby." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You cooked." You argue, turning your head to steal a kiss that he feels guilty giving you. "And it was really good."

He painfully takes his hands off yours, resting against the counter. "No, I mean, you actually don't have to." He repeats, and you frown, still not understanding. "Do any of this."

"Uh oh." You verbalize. It's not the first time he's been doubtful about dragging you into the 'mess' he calls his life, but it is the first time it's about this. "What's up?"

"I'm a lot older than you." He says like it's a revelation. "Is it really appropriate for us to be dating? I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to end this now."

His eyes are filled with so much disdain for himself that it breaks your heart. "Aaron, I'm not a kid." You remind him.

"You're still young enough to have a proper life." He argues.

"This is a proper life." You assure him, drying off your hands before cupping his cheeks and pulling his face close to yours. "And it's the life that I want. I would choose this- you and Jack- a million times over. Believe me?" You ask, and when you don't get an answer quick enough, you lean forward to kiss him.

Again and again, until he's smiling against your lips. "Yeah, I do."

"Good." You say, standing between his legs and looping your arms around his neck while his come to rest on your waist. "Because you're going to have to try a lot harder to get rid of me."

He shakes his head. "Unless it wasn't incredibly clear, I don't ever want to get rid of you."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner blurb #criminal minds

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demxters · 1 year

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—𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x f!aviator!reader

series summary: “there’s no place like home for the holidays,” is a saying you loathe with a passion. you didn’t hate the holidays. you just wished you had a place to call home when the winter days are lonely and the nights are long and cold. little did you know that home was a lot closer than you think, and came in the package of a charming green eyed pilot with a surprising amount of love for the holiday season.

wc: 3.9k

warning(s): fem!reader, idiots in love, some self deprecating thoughts, mentions of anxiety, implications of bad family relationships

part of the ‘through the seasons’ universe

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

“this heart that glows like an ember, longs to be loved just by you…” warm december, julie london

You are not a Scrooge. Not in the slightest. In fact you loved the holidays—being bundled up in the coziest of fleece sweaters, Christmas music, and hot chocolate were amongst your favorite winter activities. However, that’s not to say the holidays were your favorite time of the year.

The air of The Hard Deck warms your cold cheeks as you enter the bar. A content sigh escapes you as you send Penny Benjamin a small grin and a wave. Bouts of familiar laughter steal your attention away to the two pool tables towards the back of the bar, already surrounded by your favorite people.

Fanboy is the one who catches a glimpse of you first as you make your way through the sea of people. He perks up, shoving his pool cue into Bob’s vacant hands.

“It’s about time you showed up, Thumper!” Fanboy chortles, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “We were getting a bit worried that you bailed on us.”

You laugh and give his hand a soft squeeze as the two of you make your way back to the squad. “On Secret Santa day? I could never!” You shake the gift you're holding as emphasis. “Besides, if anyone was going to bail, it’d definitely be Mav.”

Fanboy nods in agreement before pulling you towards the pool tables. A chorus of dramatic ‘hellos’ and cheers erupt from the aviators as you approach. Of course they started causing a scene. It was ever the Dagger way.

On birthdays, anniversaries, hell even for an everyday appearance, it was a squad tradition to make the small things a huge deal.

You will never forget when Rooster got the whole bar to sing Can You Feel The Love Tonight the first time Fanboy drove a girl home.

Despite being regulars, you can’t help the heat that sets your cheeks aflame. Everyone is looking at your rowdy little group and worst of all, you were the center of attention. You hated it and they all knew it.

They chant your callsign and fist pump while you turn your head, and tuck your chin into the crook of your neck in a lousy attempt to hide your embarrassment. The weight on your shoulders releases as Fanboy makes his way back to the group with the same mischievous grin the rest of them have.

You catch Hangman’s eye and he sends you a sly grin that has your heart running a hundred beats a minute in your ribcage. Your friendship with Jake Seresin was one of the few that you held close to your heart. You love each member of the squad equally, however you had to admit the Jake shaped hole in your heart was a tad larger than all the rest. But you wouldn’t tell any of them that. Especially not him.

He reaches you with an outstretched hand. His brows are raised as if to say, “Well?” So you begrudgingly take his hand in yours, knowing he won’t let up until you do.

Jake lifts your intertwined hands and the way he instantly lights up flies right over your head, but doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the aviators.

“There you are, darling. Give us a twirl,” he drawls with a wink.

You let out a sigh of feign annoyance, before doing a small spin. The group lets out a second series of chortles and obnoxious noises. Another round of heat settles on your ears and the apple of your cheeks. Hangman shakes his head with his hand still in yours as he drapes his arm around your shoulder. They finally settle down when you drop your wrapped gift onto the designated wooden table and unravel yourself from Jake’s hold to greet everyone else individually.

The fall of his smile and shoulders catch Coyote’s eye and he gives Jake a subtle pat on the back. “Could you be any more obvious?” Coyote teases his friend.

Jake frowns, crossing his arms over his shoulders and watches as you move in to hug Payback. “Can’t you see I’m trying?” He really was. He didn’t know how much longer he could take the anticipation of being in your presence, of pining for you day after day. You were right at arm's length but so out of reach. He was sure it was going to kill him someday.

Coyote scoffs taking a swig of his drink. “Well try harder because it clearly isn’t working,” he retorts.

He smacks his friend on the arm and with a jerk of his head the two bring themselves back to the festivities.

The next two hours are spent in tipsy splendor. Alcohol is drunk, gifts are exchanged, and jokes are told as the night continues to wind down. Accepting a bottle of water from Jake, you feel yourself sobering up as the normally crowded Hard Deck starts to empty. Penny is generous enough to let you guys stay even after she’s all ready to close up. Partially because Maverick decides to spend the rest of the night cuddled up with her in one of the corner booths, leaving the rest of you to your own devices.

A soft sigh escapes your lips and your eyelids are heavy from the events of the night. You’re engrossed in your own conversation with Coyote as you rest your weight on Hangman’s chest, leaning back on the heels of your feet so your back is against him. There’s a light sheen of sweat on the back of your neck and you're too dazed to be able to tell if it’s from being so close to Jake or the alcohol that’s filtering through your system. One of his hands is respectfully on your hip while the other lays on the counter the two of you are standing beside.

Jake’s chest rumbles against your back as he contributes his own comments to you and Coyote’s ongoing debate on whether or not Die Hard is considered a Christmas movie. He’s oh so warm against you and you have to fight off the urge to drift off right then and there. The name of one of your favorite movies catches your attention and you’re drawn back to the conversation at hand.

“If that makes Die Hard a Christmas movie, then that means Mean Girls is too. And you know it’s not.”

You turn to look up at Jake with an astounded look on your face. “Excuse me, Hangman, Mean Girls is a Christmas movie! And a Halloween one. That’s what makes it so great.”

He looks at you with an arched brow. “So you’re siding with John McClane then?”

You nod, biting your lower lip at your growing grin.

“Unbelievable,” he grumbles, making you fall back into him with a giggle. Jake’s grip tightens at your hip. It sets the skin there on fire despite the fabric that blocks his touch from directly caressing your skin. An eruption of butterflies roam through your stomach. All because of him.

The feeling was all too familiar when it came to the green eyed aviator. He had caught your eye on your first day at Top Gun and hasn’t left your line of sight ever since. After the two of you graduated, you still found yourself thinking of him when you were deployed overseas. It was just your luck that your paths would cross once again, right where everything started. Only this time luck was on your side, and the permanence of the Dagger Squad in Miramar gave you the opportunity to act on the heavy tug in your chest every time he was around.

Prior to engaging in an actual friendship with Seresin, you have heard plenty of stories about the acclaimed pilot who “always left his wingman hanging.” Naturally, earning him his beloved callsign. His arrogance and slightly dickish attitude precedes him, for he acted as such when you first met him in the academy. Yet, you still found yourself drawn to him. To your surprise, he was drawn to you too.

Gone was the boastful Top Gun pilot and in return you got to know him as both Hangman and Jake Seresin. It was a gift not many got to possess. One you wouldn’t dare take for granted. Which is why upon discovering your true feelings towards your friend, you hid it away. Buried it deep into the chambers of your heart. Never wanting it to be uncovered.

You seem to have spent far too long with your head in the clouds because Jake is nudging you gently. Rooster is staring at you with an inquisitive raise of his brow and your palms sweat at the sudden awkwardness of the group’s silence. “Sorry, Roos, what did you say?” It wasn’t uncommon for you to get lost in your head. Your friends are used to it by now. In fact on more occasions than one you found yourself drifting away and surrounded in a sea of your thoughts. When this starts happening, Jake is always the one to reel you back in.

“I asked if you had any plans for the holidays,” he repeated with a nonchalant wave of his hand. Don’t worry about it, his actions said.

Despite knowing he was being sincere, it didn’t change the fact that you still felt guilty about pulling away again. “Nothing special, just hanging around here. I guess.” No plans, as usual, is what you had wanted to say. Your eyes dart to the window, staring at the dimly lit patio and the moon’s reflection on the beach waves.

The tension that falls upon the group is palpable. The once easy going atmosphere dropped onto your shoulders, making you feel heavy inside.

Phoenix sends you a look, one you could only describe as pity. Very few of the squad members knew about the complicated relationship you had with your family. Of them all, just Phoenix and Maverick had a clue to how messy things were. It was the look on Phoenix’s face that stopped you from telling anyone else about your predicament. You hated being on the receiving end of that look. You hated feeling weak.

“You’re not going to go home and visit your family?” There it is. The f-word. Poor, innocent Bob didn’t know any better but to ask.

The scoff that leaves you is harsher than you intended it to be as you step away from Hangman’s gravity. A chill settles over you from the loss of his warmth and you wrap your arms around yourself to shield you from outwardly cringing. “Oh, there’s no one waiting for me back home.” Your shoulders deflate and you keep your gaze towards the window, not wanting to see the same saddened looks on your colleagues faces. The tears that threaten to fall gather in the corner of your eyes and you brush them off with the back of your hand.

Jake’s heart aches at your confession. How could someone as wonderful as you have no one to come home to? Sure, you’ve never talked openly about your family or a possible significant other, but he had just assumed that you had plenty of people back home who cared. He didn’t think you were all alone. A pang of guilt courses through him at the thought of his constant raving about his mother and father. His pride and joy for his hometown community was one he was never ashamed of expressing until now. Had he known it was such a sensitive topic, he would have never talked about it with you to save you from loneliness and heartbreak.

“No one should spend the holidays alone,” Payback frowns.

Fanboy nods in agreement with his front seater. “You really have nowhere to go?”

You shrug. “Really, it’s okay, guys. It’s nothing I’m not used to.”

Those words are like a stab at Jake’s chest. A fleeting thought crosses his mind. It’s irrational and quite selfish but he always seemed to act that way around you. You could come home with me.

He doesn’t even realize the offer had fallen from his lips until you look back at him in shock.

“What?” The word falls breathlessly from your lips.

Jake blinks before meeting Coyote’s amused gaze. He focuses back on you and with much more confidence repeats, “Come home with me.”

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How he managed to convince you to come home with him for Christmas, Jake wasn’t sure. It was a miracle that you even said yes in the first place.

“Are you sure this is okay?” You had asked him before boarding.

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” He sends you a charming smile.

You look down at your worn out tennis shoes. The conflict stirring within you is evident and Jake wishes he could take it away. He could imagine why you were having second thoughts. You guys were friends but this…this felt a little too intimate for your relationship. If he could even call it that.

“Hey.” He places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “If you’re worried about not being welcome, don’t. My family they’re…”

“A little more than friendly,” Coyote having overheard your conversation butts in. “Trust me. I slept over practically every night in high school and they didn’t even bat an eye. ”

You look at Jake who is already confirming his statement with a soft smile. “Seriously, I wouldn’t have asked you if it wasn’t okay. You trust me, right?”

“Right,” you swallow.

“Then trust me when I say it’s all good.”

He was now sandwiched between you and Coyote on a flight back to their hometown. You were seated at the window and Javy had the aisle.

Jake adjusted the belt across his lap as he patiently waited for the boarding process to be complete. He turned towards his friend and wasn’t surprised to see Coyote already knocked out. He laughs to himself before turning to you.

You’re staring out the window and your leg is bouncing rapidly up and down, emitting soft thumps with each movement.

He places his hand on your knee and you whip your head towards him. He cringes with an apologetic look.

Once it settles in that the person who touched you was just Jake, the tightness in your muscles dissipates.

“You’re doing it again,” he tells you gently. “Everything okay?”

You sigh. “No. I mean, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just…” You shake your head. “Never mind. You’ll think it’s stupid.”

Jake shakes his head and a frown tugs at his lips. “I won’t think it’s stupid, Thumps. Promise.” He holds his free hand up as if he were taking an oath.

“I’m nervous,” you breathe. “I don’t know what it is, but being a passenger and not having control of the plane, it scares me. And I hate it because I’m a pilot, you know? I shouldn’t be afraid of flying. Like I said. Stupid.”

“Thumper.”

You avoid his gaze.

“Y/N,” he tries again. This time, the use of your real name gets you to look at him. “It’s not stupid. In this environment, you’re used to being in control. So used to it that your brain goes into overdrive when you’re not and that’s okay. Besides, flying commercial doesn’t really fulfill our need for speed, does it?”

That pulls a dry laugh from your lips. “No, it doesn’t.” A soft chime over the intercom sends your heart racing again and you shut your eyes as the plane starts to move. The light pressure on your knee from Jake’s hand has you releasing a shaky breath.

“It’ll be okay. Try and sleep, Thumper,” he tells you softly. “I’m here, just sleep.”

“Lieutenant Jake Seresin.” His eyes are bright as they settle on you. He knew you knew his name. He definitely knew yours. The two of you graduated from the same Top Gun class. He remembers how impressed he was that you graduated third right behind him and Coyote. He didn’t have the guts to speak to you then. Jake didn’t have the bravado he has now. “Hangman.”

“I know.” You hold your hand out to him. “Lieutenant-”

“I know who you are, Thumper.” He winks, clasping his hand in yours.

You eyed him suspiciously, still wary of why he decided to approach you and Phoenix as if he was unaware of the obvious tension amongst the group.

“Hey Coyote,” Phoenix nods to the man beside Jake.

Coyote nods back. “Hey.”

You’re aware of the conversation carrying on around you but you are too taken by the blond haired pilot whose stare hasn’t left yours since you walked in. He was trouble. You didn’t need to hear any more stories about him to know that. But even as the alarm bells went off in your head, screaming at you to keep your distance and stay away, you couldn’t. He continued to capture your attention and eventually got a hold of your heart, body, and soul.

You wake with a tap to your shoulder. Your gaze meets his and he’s looking down at you with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you there. I just wanted to let you know that we’re here.”

Your brows furrow, only to realize that you had somehow slept the entire three hour flight from California to Texas. You’ve never been able to sleep that straight, let alone sleep straight on a plane. Though you wouldn’t deny that it felt good. That you felt good.

Ever the gentleman, Jake takes your carry on bag from the overhead bin. You feel your muscles stretch and your joints crack with every step you take until you’re off the plane and breathing the stuffy air of the Dallas Airport.

“Ah, home sweet home,” Coyote over dramatically exclaims, stretching his back with his hands on his hips.

You giggle and Jake sends you a wink.

“Home sweet home, it is, Javy.” He takes a deep breath and despite being inside, Jake feels deep in his bones the familiarity of his home.

Jake grabs your hand and Javy hooks his arm with yours so you don’t lose each other in the holiday crowd. Jake tucks your joined hands into the pocket of his coat making a small smile cross your face. You follow the two men with an amused grin. The two babble like school children, naming off all the places and things you just have to see. You have never seen the two of them this enthusiastic about something that wasn’t flying or football. A warmth spreads through you at the sight of them so at ease, so at home. For a moment, you find yourself wishing you had a place this familiar. To feel this peaceful in your own hometown. However, it’s a fleeting thought. Just as quickly as it came, it vanishes as soon as you step out of the airport into the dry Texas air.

“You call him?” Coyote asks from your left.

Jake only grumbles a response, clearly not too fond of this “him” Coyote has brought up.

You stare at Jake for clarification to which he sighs out, “He’s talking about my brother, Luke. He’s going to pick us up and take us home.”

“Oh,” is all you say. Take us home. Us. The thought has your stomach doing backflips as you wait out in the cold. You are chastising yourself immediately. Jake meant “us” as in him and Javy. Not “us” as in you and him. The two of you are friends. There is no us. It was foolish of you to entertain the thought for even a moment more.

Javy releases your arm as a black SUV pulls up to the white curb. You feel Jake tense and see his jaw clench as the car comes to a stop.

A man in jeans, boots, and a brown flannel top steps out of the SUV with a megawatt grin. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive but as you observed him closer, you understood why. He resembled the man beside you quite a bit. The dimple on his left cheek as he grinned and his dirt blond head of hair was an exact replica of Jake’s. The one thing that set them apart were their eyes. His were a dark shade of brown that rivaled those of his brother’s. Luke Seresin was broad and burly while his brother was muscular and lean. He had a couple more inches to him compared to Jake. He puffed his chest out a bit more as Luke approached him.

“Well, if it isn’t my little brother.” His voice, you note, is different too. Slightly deeper and not as kind. The exchange feels rehearsed and unnatural. From the way he grabs his brother in his arms and pats his back in a way that looks a little too rough to be playful.

Jake doesn’t say a word and just grunts as he’s pulled into his brother. One arm wraps around Luke’s shoulders while the other stays at his side with his hand still in yours. He rolls his lips inwards and nods in greeting. Jake turns to you with a softer look in his eyes. “Stay here. I’m going to go help Javy with the bags.” He reluctantly unravels his hand from your hold before glaring at his brother once more.

You watch him head to the trunk and shove your hands into your own pockets. You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, feeling awkward in his brother’s intense stare.

“You must be the infamous Thumper.” Luke remarked.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” you swallow, slightly confused by his comment. You didn’t like how he made you feel. He didn’t provide you the same comfort that Jake did. You really need to stop comparing the two, you remind yourself. “You must be Luke.”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he echoes.

“Hey, Luke, you mind helping us out back here?” Jake shouts from the back of the car.

Luke gives you one last look over before responding. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

The wink he sends you shoots a chill down your spine and you find yourself tapping your foot and wrapping your arms around yourself for security. The feeling finally dissipates when Jake’s familiar scent of his laundry detergent and the cheap cologne he buys from Target floods your senses.

He nudges his shoulder with yours. “You ready?” Jake opens the car door.

You shake yourself from your stupor and feel yourself relax with Jake’s presence. “Ready as I can be,” you reply absently.

He helps you into the back and Coyote sends you a comforting smile as you buckle your seatbelt. Jake climbs into the front seat with his brother and he takes off the second Jake’s door is closed.

You catch Jake’s eye in the side view mirror as you cruise down the highway. His lips tug upward and you reciprocate before staring out at the scenery once more.

Safe. The word passes through you, surrounding you in a bubble of warmth. The nerves you were previously feeling towards the whole affair faded away, even if only for a moment. This entire time you wondered why you said yes to Jake’s proposal for coming home with him for the holidays. You grappled with the anxiety that didn’t seem to leave you despite Jake’s constant reassurance. Your worry thoughts tend to dwell on all the reasons that would make his family possibly hate you. Yet somehow, all it took was this moment to have all those thoughts seemingly disappear. This moment that made you understand everything. Jake Seresin made you feel safe. Jake Seresin felt like home.

a/n: idk why i’m so nervous for this series, but i am. so please, please keep in mind comments, reblogs, and feedback do make a difference. i hope u guys enjoy!! <3

let me know if you want to be added to the series taglist!

taglist: @joaquinwhorres @bobfloydsbabe @t-nd-rfoot @gretagerwigsmuse @marantha @mountainrooster @gcidrvsh @smoothdogsgirl @pr3ttyboysmakemecry @steve--harrington--gal @marrianena @cdauni

(i also tagged the ppl who were tagged in ‘fall’ so let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in this series)

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x f!reader #hangman x f!reader #—through the seasons

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ahqkas · 9 months

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001. THE MAIDEN VOYAGE OF RMS TITANIC

❛ i can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul. handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls ❜

PAIRING! simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! Onboard the RMS Titanic, social boundaries blur as a high-class woman's gaze meets that of a man from the lower echelons. In an instant, their eyes lock, kindling an unexpected fascination that lingers until their next encounter

WORD COUNT! 2.6k

WARNINGS! nothing major, the plot is building !! mean mother and bad relationship w her, brief mention of death

NOTES! ahhh so excited for this series even though idk if someone's interested enough to read the whole thing ,, enjoy the journey and thank u for sticking around if u do !!

SERIES M.LIST! NEXT PART!

The sky is nothing but a canvas of light, letting the artist use their talent and imagination to create something unique for a human's eye to catch and cling onto, like a child to its mother. The sight was something natural, yet it still warmed hearts of people around. Even though the eye is plain and the beauty of the nature is too brilliant to be seen by it, it still manages to capture a lot of attention and curious gazes of those who show enough interest and let themselves be pulled in. Just like the beauty of the glorious ship, Titanic.

The world is simple, but the beauty of it is complex and difficult to crack.

The giant of a boat robbed many of their breaths away and caged them with her unforgettable appearance like a simple flower in the meadows. She was constructed of thousands and hundreds with the deepest care to make her look as appealing as she was pictured to be, to steal away hearts with all of her glory. The luxurious ship was meant to be an eye catcher, so that's what they made her to be. Many men even died in the process of her building, but their sacrifice was worthy the heart shaped stares she was bringing upon herself. They put their tears, their blood, and their sweat into perfection and now she was swaying on the gentle waves in the deck of Southampton, England, waiting to outshine the stars themselves. The unsinkable ship, as they said. The ship of dreams.

The distant singing of seagulls wavered through the air along with the chorus of chaotic goodbyes of people who already boarded the ship to their loved ones below, shouting about how they're gonna miss them or how they'll bring a gift from New York once they return home to their awaiting embrace. Lingering words and held breaths painted a canvas of poignant parting, heartbeats echoing their farewell. It was messy but sweet at the moment, the promise of returning in the air as the last warning of departure was echoing in the air from the captain.

Goodbyes were bittersweet yet freeing sometimes, and you wished you could say your goodbye to the life you've been living since the day you were born. The cause of your anguish was simply because of your social status, standing between the snob and rich people like you belonged in the place like them.

You didn't.

You weren't like your mother, who only respected and liked people with the same social status like her (the high class, or better said the first class) and you certainly weren't like her in the way she couldn't even look in an eye to a person with a lower class than her. She spoke of them lowly, like their hands have never touched gold and silver like hers did every day. She thought of them lowly, like she was something more than them in the society.

You weren't like your fiancé, König, who you could learn to love in the depths of your big heart if it wasn't for his constant actions to please your mother. He wasn't really that bad but he wanted to fit in and that changed his way of thinking and acting. He started agreeing more with your mother on things he didn't before and the way he did things resembled hers in some way. You couldn't like him anymore after he changed and that left you fluttering your wings in the golden cage your mother trapped you in with her mindset.

However, you were like your father. He was an old man, but he wore his heart on the sleeve of his expensive suit and the words he let out of his mouth were carefully thought through before he let them reach the ears of others. There was nothing but kindness in his blue eyes full of wisdom and he made sure you'd take all the good from him once he was long gone. John was the opposite from your mother, he didn't think differently of other people and treated them all with the same kind of respect until they did something to change his mind. You couldn't put a finger on the thought of how your courteous father ended up with someone as nasty as your mother. It seemed like everyone who walked upon the planet got their piece of love, the question was in which form you'd receive it and if you accepted it.

The voice of your mother, fake sweetness dripping from it like the sticky ice cream had streamed down your tiny hand once the sun shined bright and the warmth of the weather was too much for the cold treat, reached your ears and it sounded like a chalk on a board. Many would say the singing from the gulls was annoying and unpleasant to ears, but you supposed they haven't heard your mother's voice yet.

"At least act like you want to be here, [Name]. You're a lady so act like it. Smile."

Her judgmental words always knew how to get into your heart. No matter how thick walls you built around the muscle to protect it, her cruelty found its way to pierce a path and get through. The words of almost inhumanity made your poor heart bleed, then heal enough for you to forget how mean she can be before they attacked again and that process repeated and repeated without any signs of stopping.

'Who said I even wanted to be here.'

You could only thought in your head because according to her, it was unlady like to speak your mind up and another lecture from the woman you called your mother would only bring you a headache.

'With you from all the people.'

König placed his hand on the small of your back in a silent plea to keep moving forward and you did so, slowly continuing in your path of exploring the ship. His touch brought you comfort in the young days where you've been in love and all over him but those days were long gone. If only he didn't betray your trust like that. And again, you could only blame your mother for that. You saw him nod his head at your mother's words and the urge to push his hand away was stronger than before.

John was walking in front of you with your mother's arm in the crook of his elbow, his other hand resting lovingly at the top of hers, thick fingers occasionally brushing against her knuckles from time to time. He was a gentle man and when he loved, he loved hard and to no end. A personality trait you always admired in the old man.

The man looked over his shoulder at you and König, his eyes twinkling with amusement and excitement while he sent you a wink before he turned his attention to your mother once again. "Give her a break, my love. This was all a sudden opportunity so understand she's a bit . . . well, let's just enjoy the trip."

The old man was all over the opportunity of being on the surface of the giant Titanic and he made clear everyone around him knew it. His love for big ships and ocean was as old as his love for your mother and the excitement he held in himself now was like a child's on Christmas. You didn't want to ruin this moment for him so you forced tight smiles at the people you passed by as you walked on the wooden floor. You had to admit though, even you were robbed of your breath when you saw the unsinkable ship for the first time.

The corset of your dress felt like it was tightening with every step you took and the thought of suffocating there on the spot was welcomed into your restless mind. It would be better than the play pretend game you were showing to people around you and most importantly, you'd be free to fly away from the cage and never return back.

You wanted to turn around, say you didn't feel well or that you forgot to unpack the paintings you took with you, come up with something to convince your parents and fiancé to leave you for a moment so you could clear your head.

A friendly breeze welcomed your uneasy mood as it calmed and ran along your skin like a gentle touch of fingers drawings shapes on your face. You closed your eyes with minimal effort as they felt heavy and let yourself enjoy the simple moment of nature. The salt air entered your nostrils while the wind caressed your skin, your thoughts finally shutting off as the voices and footsteps of your family became more and more distant.

It was just you and your heart now.

Your head moved on its own the moment you felt shivers run down your spine, making you shudder and tense your fingers as they gripped onto the railing you and König were leaning against. The feeling reminded you of an innocent animal, watched by a sinful carnivore. A prey stalked by its predator. Your eyes opened by an instinct and connected with ones that made you feel that way.

And your breath was taken away just like before when you saw Titanic for the first time this day.

Within the Titanic's elegance, an enigmatic stranger appeared in your sight. Shadows clung to him, whispers of intrigue trailing his steps as he returned your stare. Curiosity beckoned, locking gazes and weaving a connection impossible to break and it’s not like you wanted to end whatever was happening.

You weren't a stranger to unwanted attention, you received it all the time as a little kid who danced ballet for the selfish eyes of your mother and you received it even now years later when people saw you with the large man of your fiancé by your side. The attention was all but wanted and you had the urge to hide from that but his attention on you felt somehow different. You didn't feel the tinge of egocentric gaze from him and you certainly didn't feel like he thought any better or worse of you. You were simply just a stranger to him, one that seemed to catch his eyes.

It's probably because it wasn't a look of judgement on his masked face, but rather one of curiosity and intrigue and you welcomed the sudden attention in. The owner was a man, a large one, though he wasn't as big as König, it was clear he was still towering over most of those people amongst him from the C-Deck. Even from the distance you could sense the mystery he was giving off and that made you curious yourself. He wore a dark colored jacket with the hood over his head as he was leaning against a railing like you, his wandering gaze never leaving your form. The weather was fine, warm enough for you to feel good in the short sleeved dress, so the hood threw you off a little but what caught your attention the most was the mask. The skull patterned clothing was hiding his nose, jaw and lips from your gaze as you drank in the appearance of the stranger. He was intriguing and if you could, you'd crack the mystery of him.

You couldn't see well in the distance he was standing in but you were pretty sure his dark eyes never left your figure, even as you turned your head away from him and broke the eye contact. The contact was intense, something you've never experienced before and to your surprise, you wanted more of it even though it sent shivers down your spine. It was like he was pulling you in and you didn't fight against it.

König sent you a concerned glance from the corner of his bright eyes as he stood next to you with his arms crossed on the ship's railing. "You okay? It seemed like you zoned out for a bit here, Schatz."

You turned your head towards him, ignoring the way you still felt his eyes on you before giving your fiancé a tight smile that wasn't convincing at all. "I'm fine. Just tired, I suppose."

"You should rest. We have a dinner planned tonight and your mother will throw a fit when you show up all distracted."

He was right, of course he was, and you didn't like the way he was talking about her. It was like he already made his mind up about his soon to be mother-in-law and the picture of her was pink and sweet. Just the opposite of what she truly was.

You feared she had König wrapped around her finger.

"Okay," you mustered a dismissive reply to his concerns, your head turning oh so slightly in the direction of the masked stranger and your breath hitched in the back of your throat when you caught him looking at you again, his eyes trained on you like you'd disappear if he blinked. The gaze he was offering you felt like he was appreciating you and you felt truly wanted for the first time in your entire life.

What a strange man.

The stranger below was staring off at the A-Deck, his brown eyes drinking your appearance in as you walked away with the large man from Simon's sight and he fought off a disappointed sigh that threatened to spill from his covered lips. You were enchanting like that, a gentle breeze fluttering the short sleeves of your dress with a peaceful expression on your pretty face as you appeared in his life. A sight indeed.

A Scottish man next to Simon waved his hand in front of his friend's face, his own sporting an expression full of cheekiness as he grinned. He wasn't dumb and he saw the way Simon was looking into the distance of the deck above, his eyes trained on one woman in particular. Simon has never acted like this, no matter how the women were attractive or how many drinks he had that night.

"Aye, mate, I think we're losing you there."

Simon Riley was simply down bad, as the Scottish man would say.

A nudge to Johnny's ribs caused for his teasing eyes to pull towards their another friend, Kyle Garrick or rather Gaz as he preferred to be called, as he shook his head in a manner to mock Simon's sudden interest. "You can forget about her right here, pal. She's clearly off limits, one way or another."

All three of them knew to what exactly was Gaz indicating. You were standing amongst rich people and the expensive dress you were wearing that shined in the sunlight with its brightness was of an enough proof. You didn't and wouldn't talk to people like them, whenever you decided on it yourself or because your high status didn't allow such action without having eyes turned on you. And then there was the person next to you, the huge mountain of a man who seemed to care about you with such delicacy Simon was almost pissed off. Of course you'd be taken.

"People like her aren't friendly with people like us."

Simon knew Gaz was right but his mind and heart still wanted to reach for you, to get to know the persona he suddenly became intrigued with.

"Whatever."

But his thoughts were filled with you to the brim, the image of your face imprinted behind his eyes like the finest painting ever painted. It was clear he wouldn't forget about you in some time. And maybe it was for the better.

You didn't know that simple indirect interaction would have a huge effect on your life, both his and yours.

TAGLIST ! @lols-wdym @taylor-clifford-65 @ananas26t @poohkie90 @razzles-boiler @kaysav608 @blvebanisters @sanzuandmikey @snowy-skyways

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holdinbacksecrets · 10 months

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thinking about what it would feel like to hear seokmin singing in your apartment.

how it takes your breath away at first and steals any words from your lips—caught off guard by the beauty of it all, the way your body feels to be caught in the melody.

at first, the slightest hum stills your movements, and he doesn’t always notice. maybe you grocery shopped together, he stayed to help unpack, and found himself humming along to whatever music is playing through your bluetooth speaker. you freeze with your hand on the pantry door and blink a few times before shaking out of the gaze, carrying on, fighting back praise. fighting back the desire to place your hand to your heart.

it can also be so purposeful, especially as time passes, and seokmin realizes how much anxiety you were hiding from him. a drive home in a storm has your legs folded, arms wrapped tightly around them. your eyes close, and his voice is filling your ears in seconds. he brings sunshine to the dark moment.

then there’s the utter glee, like at your niece’s birthday party. the shift in the room when happy birthday begins with a family chorus until voices start to fade, and seokmin’s stands out on its own. your heart swells and warms simultaneously. your stomach flips when he smiles. god, that smile that fills his face and leaves those kind eyes sparkling; it’s heaven.

at night, you can toss and turn. you can still meet a fear that knew you well during childhood years when nightmares clawed at your sleep, disturbed the peace in your mind. they still come. those terrors haven’t forgotten about you—how easily they can get you whimpering. but seokmin is a factor unknown. his hand on your back. breathe. his voice calling your name. breathe. his lips on your forehead after your eyes dart open, consumed by fear and relief. breathe. “can i sing for you?” you don’t ever have to ask.

#boyfriend things #seokmin scenarios #seokmin fluff #dk imagines #dk fluff #seokmin blurbs #seventeen blurbs

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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hey jaya :) i have an idea for a request that’s been on my mind for a while

dabi x reader with a passion for music and he hears u sing for the first time

u can do this whenever there’s no rush ty and have a nice day bro :)

HEYYY CARMENNNN

Okay first off im rly sorry this is comin out a whole_ass century after you sent it in,but i hope i did ur idea justice!

Please let me know what u thought in the comments!

!Dabi x A Reader Who Has A Passion For Music!

Scenario:- Dabi with an s/o who has a passion for music!

Pairing:- dabi x gn!reader

Genre:-fluff

A/N:- I apologize in advance for how bad i am at writing songs lyrics :’)

music was a big part of your life

it'd helped you find yourself,given you an outlet to take out all your frustrations(while simultaneously creating something beautiful) and it had,in many ways, saved you.

but not many people knew that

you were passionate,but your passion had never set foot outside of your own private safe space.

but when you met dabi,he too became your safe space.

you felt like you could be free,safe and completely yourself with him.

but for some reason you just never brought up your love for music.and even when the opportunity to do so presented itself,you just shook your head and claimed that you were just a casual enjoyer of perfectly placed notes and chords.

but one day when you thought you were alone in your apartment,

(touya had supposedly gone on another mission for the league and would be back later that night)

you finished your chores and retreated back to your room,your little cave of safety.

once there,you picked up your favourite instrument from the box under your bed(some gifts,some found for ablsolute steals at sales and some bought by yourself) and began playing a simple note,it turned into a full on performance complete with your own singing and a little dancing.

and before long you were full on belting out the lyrics to the song you'd been obsessed with over the past few days.

you hadnt done this in a LONG time and it just felt so...so liberating!

after youd finished the song you looked down at the instrument in your hands and thought of doing something you hadnt in a while.

improv.

you started with a random note and as the words flowed you sang them out.

just as you were getting to the chorus,your mans(its the boiiii) just arrived home.

he took his shoes off at the door (you'd specifically asked him to, because if you has to sweep up mystery gunk again,youd kill him yourself~)and made his way to your room where he knew youd be.

when he got closer he heard the singing and was SHOOKETH!.

he never knew you could sing so...so beautifully?angellicly? buddy didnt even have a word to describe how to describe it!

and then he heard the lyrics,

im in love and youre to blame,

im drawn to you like a moth to a flame,

you stole my heart and set me free,

to be the one i was meant to be.

your fire,its blue its hot and it burns,

but darlin when im with you i wouldnt mind getting burned.

and when we're alone,you run your pretty mouth but if you say your ugly again i swear ill you right on out~

youre beautiful,youre mine and i wouldnt have it any other way,touya,i love pretty things,but paper rings would do any day

he was stunned.

were you...SINGING ABOUT HIM???

and as you finished the last line and turened around,you yelped (WHERE TF HAD HE COME FROM)

and within seconds you were panicing.... what would he think????

how much had he heard??????????

your head was racing with worst-case scenarios!!!

he noticed this and took a few steps towards you,and when you didnt back away he knew you were really in deep.

he held your face in his hands(which seemed to bring you back to reality)and before you could say anything in your 'defence'

he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

and within seconds you felt something hot and sticky running down your cheek alongside your sudden tears

when you opened your eyes you saw that youd both been crying,him tears of blood and you salty water.

this woke you up fully as you ran to your bedside table to get tissues to wipe his 'tears'

as you were doing so you heard him let out a whispered "thank you" and you knew i wasnt just for the tissues,but for what hed heard.

heat rose to your face and you just smiled."dont mention it"was your response which was accompanied by another quick peck on his lips.

after that you werent afraid or embarassed to share your love for music with the man of your dreams,you even started doin little duets on your date nights and lemme tell ya,buddy was DEDICATED to learning the guitar!

he wanted to be your acompanist(is that a word???)

and soon,all the instruments that had been hidden away in the darkness under your bed,were decorating your walls along with songs youd written to eachother(yh its not thatt romantic,yall just tacked em onto the wall :"))

music had saved you,and now it had made you and your lover closer than ever.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone interested!

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limbobilbo · 9 months

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Cringe lyrics I wrote for some of the ultrakill songs:

The Fire is Gone:

Here I stand

Isolation, the end

Nothing above, nor below

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last,

the fire is gone

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last the fire is gone.

The voices, the screams

The blood and the gore

All silent

The fire is gone

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last, the fire is gone

Mankind is dead

And blood is my curse

At last, the fire is gone.

Hell has gone quiet

I know that for sure.

And at last, the fire is gone.

Take Care (the terminal song):

Everything so loud

Just want to pipe right down

So take a rest now

The Fight for your life

Is causing you strife

So stop

And take a rest now

Weapons and Creatures galore

Gaming and Shopping and more

Keep the lights on

I’ll keep singing this song

So stop

And get some rest now

Screams all around you

In their home they’ve found you

Forget

And take a load off

Rest for a while

You can’t even smile

But I know

Its what youre thinking

All that blood and that gore

Isnt here anymore

Forget all about it

Pay them no mind at all

Let’s have a break now

You’re just a machine

Unable to dream

But I know

You can take a break now

And once you are gone

I’ll stop singing my song

Once more

But then again I know

You’ll come back for one more show

And I’ll be right here

And Ready to cheer

You up

and so

I see you depart

But know in your heart

Or whatever

You have

Inside you

That I am drunk

On the love that I feel

Towards you

And only you

And I know once again

You’ll come back to me and then

I’ll sing me song

And you wont stay for long

But you’ll know

To rest now

Everything so loud

Just want to pipe right down

So take a rest now

Versus:

no matter what

you think you are

no matter what

you think I am

We are the same

[chorus]

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM- (WE ARENT ONE)

[chorus]

What are you

Going to do

I’ll succeed

And you’ll be through

So take your gun

Shoot at me

No you missed

You are not

On par with me

You’ll never be

You’re just a poor

Reflection of me

I will break you

[chorus]

Take your shot

I know you’ll miss again

This is your test

Single Combat

You and me

No holds barred

So step on up and fight

Versus V

What do you think

Will come of this

Break apart

You heap of tin

And then you’ll come back

Try to best me

I kill you one more time

You’re no match for

Im your adversary

Shadow on the wall

A reflection of you

To bring your downfall

[chorus]

Everything you do

You do poorly

Even following my lead

You’ll just mess up again

YOU DISGUST ME

[chorus]

Your plan

Is just a charade

No matter what you do

We’ll still be caged

So try again you pathetic construct

The only way you’ll best me is through luck

Im your foe

your greatest adversary

Now die for V!

Divine intervention (Gabriel act 1):

Everything before

Faced beyond that door

Was just a test

Infernal Machine

Slumber in eternal rest

Father

In your light I walk

Before me it glows

Grant me thy strength

To vanquish this foe

Pray to god

And hope that he

Chooses to forgive

Your trespasses

Upon this ground

If not

Then I

Shall rend thy flesh

Bow before

The Father above

Grant me strength

Grant me that my work

May be simple and clean

Make your last stand you foul machine

I am in gods light

Following order

Grant me this fight

Nothing matters before now

Now face The might

Of an angel!

Nothing matters before now

Now face The might

Of an angel!

Damned machine

Being of steel

Mankind is dead

Blood is not yours to steal

Blade in hand and

Faith in heart

Let will be done

Now that would be smart

Everything around me is

Quaking in its death throes

Blood and Gore

Everything around me is

Quaking in its death throes

Red and Black

Feel my blade

Rend thy flesh

Fall into darkness

Return and then Depart.

Altars of Apostasy:

Heresy

Apostasy

Blasphemy

Burn now

Heresy

Apostasy

Blasphemy

Oh lord

Burn in the fires of hell

Repent all your sins

Your soul is damned

Pray for forgiveness

Oh lord

Grant me strength

And mercy

Oh God

Forgive me

Oh lord

Oh happy day

Save me

Please lord

Is there no end

To this

Oh please

Save me

Dear lord

Help me

Please

Death of God’s will (gabriel act 2):

(I didnt do this one in full only got a bit)

My mind is clear now

All around me, red and black

Blood and hatred galore

I see the truth now

Call me apostate

Now face my sword or bow down

I am in hatred now

This is thy fate

Die beneath my blade!

#196 #196 campfire #ultrakill #ultrakill soundtrack #ultrakill lyrics #lyrics to songs without lyrics #these are probably shit

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luck-and-larceny · 1 year

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Micro story prompt - 12: candles

((This is so so so so so very late. As usual! Thanks for this prompt anyway!))

I thought the candlelit dinner was too much. I didn't know this guy and I didn't have any intention of getting to know him in any meaningful way.

I'd crashed into him while running away from a crime scene and he'd been brave enough (or stupid enough) to ask me to dinner while he was laid out on the ground. It's really not every day that I'm asked out by people I've just injured… and I was hungry… so of course I said yes. Yes is almost always the more interesting answer. Yes tends to lead to good adventures and even better stories.

I expected to hear the usual: You are so beautiful. You're so fascinating. Are you with anyone? Order anything you like. You know, I live nearby…

I know those words like they're the chorus to an old song. They'd probably work better on me if they were sung rather than recited.

But he didn't sing or say any of them.

Instead, he rolled up the sleeves on his shirt, and very matter of factly said, "Everytime I see candles I imagine knocking them over and setting everything on fire."

Listen. Listen. Listen.

Yes. I know that's an alarming, red flag type statement. I know that most people would hear that and then politely make an excuse to get out of there.

But I also imagine knocking candles over and setting everything on fire. How refreshing to meet someone who felt the same! And a round of applause for that disarming (and potentially alarming) display of honesty. Good for him. I wasn't going to bounce. I was going to stay.

The rest of the conversation wasn't nearly as interesting, I'm afraid. He asked me all about myself and I told him a bunch of conflicting lies that he either didn't catch or just didn't care to comment on. I didn't ask about him, but he told me anyway. He worked as a record keeper and accountant for rich people. He hated it. I kind of hated hearing about it. I hadn't really slept well for several days (planning the crime that led me to running into him) and all the talk about finances was coming dangerously close to making me fall asleep in my salad.

Then he said it again and I woke back up: Sometimes I just want to set fire to everything.

You know I'm not a good person, right? I think we need to establish that before I continue. I just want to make clear that I'm not a hero. I'm not a knight in shining armor or bleeding heart martyr. I'm, to be entirely honest, a selfish asshole and meddling instigator.

That's to say that while I did not bed this guy, I did follow him home just to see where he lived. And for moons- seriously moons- I'd steal candles and I'd leave them in his home. I couldn't help myself! I only stole one thing from him: the shirt he wore to that dinner. My thoughts had kept returning to him rolling up the sleeves before saying he wanted to set things on fire. I was obsessed. I had to have it. To pay for the shirt, I left countless candles.

He didn't notice at first. The candles were small and I left them in peculiar places (under the bed, in a random drawer, hidden under blankets, stuffed in a random shoe, behind books on a bookcase…) But eventually he found them.

It's unsettling and uncomfortable to know that someone has been in your place and your privacy has been invaded. I'm a bad person, not a stupid one. If he had been so spooked he decided to call authorities or move out, it'd have been rational and totally understandable.

Instead, I saw him smile. I watched him ransack his own place looking for every single candle I'd gifted him, collecting them like precious treasure. I saw him gather them all into a bag. And then I saw him leave, whistling, on his way to his boring job as a financial record keeper for some random rich client.

Bells later I saw the smoke in the distance.

A random rich person's house was on fire.

The word on the street was that lit candles had toppled over and caught on the drapes. Such a tragedy and all too often the cause of so many house fires.

I didn't return to that man's place ever again. I didn't need to. It felt like that chapter of my insanity had concluded.

I just rolled up the sleeves of my new shirt and went on with the rest of my life.

#ffxiv #Writings #Candles #Prompts #Answers #Uendwen #Thank you!

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songbirdseung · 9 months

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uncharted melodies / sim jake

synopsis: As two gifted singer-songwriters collaborate on their music, the electrifying chemistry between them sparks an unexpected love affair, challenging their loyalties and convictions when the male lead must confront his existing relationship in the face of this irresistible connection.

In the vibrant heart of Seoul, the members of ENHYPEN were like stars in the night sky, each with their unique shine and charisma. Among them was Sim Jake, the group's talented vocalist, whose voice was a balm to the souls of their fans.

But behind the dazzling performances and the screams of adoring admirers, Jake carried a secret, one he had been carrying for far too long. It was a secret hidden beneath the bright lights of the stage, a truth buried beneath layers of fame and fortune.

And that secret was Y/N.

Y/N was a passionate music producer with dreams as vast as the sky above Seoul. Her days were filled with crafting melodies and lyrics that poured from her heart. But there was one melody that played constantly in the background of her life—a love for Jake that she couldn't escape, a love that felt like a song with verses left unsung.

Their paths first crossed during a music collaboration, an opportunity that brought Jake and Y/N together in a recording studio. As they worked on the project, sparks of chemistry ignited between them, like a harmonious melody that resonated in the air. But the timing was wrong, and Jake was entangled in a high-profile relationship that kept them apart.

Jake couldn't help but feel like he was cheating on his own heart. His relationship with his girlfriend, although filled with affection and history, lacked the same spark that he had felt with Y/N in that recording studio. He found himself yearning for her, craving the uncharted melodies they could create together.

Y/N, too, was struggling with her own feelings. Her heart ached as she watched Jake from afar, his smile on stage concealing the longing in his eyes. She felt like she was cheating herself out of love, settling for a life where the music she created was devoid of the one true love she had ever known.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, Jake and Y/N's connection deepened in secret. They met in hidden corners of the city, stealing moments to share their love for music and each other. Their souls danced to the rhythm of their hearts, and their love was a melody that echoed through the streets of Seoul.

But secrets have a way of unraveling, and their love story was no exception. One fateful night, during a private ENHYPEN gathering, the truth spilled out like an uncontrolled chorus. Jake's girlfriend discovered the affair, and the revelation shattered their relationship.

The aftermath was filled with heartache and tears, but it was also a moment of clarity for Jake. He knew that he couldn't keep cheating on his own heart, and he couldn't let Y/N slip away again.

With a determination that burned brighter than any stage spotlight, Jake stood before Y/N, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I can't live a lie anymore, Y/N. I love you, and I want to be with you."

Y/N, her eyes glistening with tears, nodded. "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Their love was a melody that had finally found its chorus, a song that they would sing together with all their hearts. They faced challenges and obstacles, but their love was like a harmonious blend of vocals, each member of ENHYPEN adding their unique touch to the symphony of their lives.

And as they continued to create music together, they discovered that sometimes, cheating on your own heart was the biggest mistake you could make. But when you found the love that resonated with your soul, it was worth every note of the journey.

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The Night Our Ship Will Drown

T.A. 3019, the Dawnless Day, the Ethir Anduin between Pelargir and the Sea

“Bring her about!”

He could barely be heard over the roar of the storm, the rain pouring down in thick, impenetrable sheets as the lightning and thunder crash overhead. Somewhere, above the thick clouds and the screaming of the wind, he guessed at the presence of the Sun, and wondered what it was she saw from her high and lofty place among the stars; in her place, he only had a lantern, suspended from the masts by finely made chain and hanging high above the deck. The air had turned cold, too cold even for early spring, cold enough to steal the life from unwary fingers; he could see his breath in great gasps of steam as he tried and failed to shout orders into the gloom. Rain was expected, especially in the dawning of the year as the sea warmed and the winds shifted with it, but this was unnatural, and he could taste the tang of magic in the frigid breeze.

The deck was slick and grimy beneath his boots, and he nearly lost his footing as they caught a wave that sent the whole ship soaring upward and then down into a deep valley; his hands closed over a length of rope someone had fixed the posts of this door. It stretched toward the stern and the helm, though he could not see anyone save himself in the gloom, and he wondered if he was alone in the downpour. Above, the lantern dipped, and swayed, almost seeming to flicker in the dark - impossible, it ought to be impossible, and yet the light falters - and as it sputtered his heart skipped one beat, two, three, then too many to count. He could hear the song now, curling about each drop of rain, seeping into his skin and matching the beat of his pulse. Six voices singing in tandem, complicated melodies interweaving and harmonizing. The rain was summoned, and by their enemy, whose black-sailed ships lay somewhere in the water beyond.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness at last, too used to the soft candlelight in his quarters to give its memory up easily, and he could see that he was surrounded by men on all sides, fighting with sheets and sails and the heavy catapults that lined the decks and marked this as a warship and not merely a merchant vessel. He risked a glance at the helm and saw it held fast, and knew he was not heard. He tried again, his fingers digging into the soaking, slippery rope as he clawed his way along its length toward the stairs he must somehow climb.

“Anborn!”

This time the man at the helm flinched and looked down, somehow spotting him in the soaking-wet gloom; when he answered, his voice was a welcome anchor.

“Prince Amrothos!”

“What - what devilry is this?” he asked, reaching the steps and clinging to them like a half-drowned rat. The helm itself was somehow drier, shielded perhaps by the shipwrights’ own songs, and he managed again to stand, taking his place beside the older man.

“Storm-song,” Anborn answered, grimacing out into the darkness. “The bastards are trying to drown us before a proper fight.”

“And our own Chorus?”

“Below, and already singing, your highness, but they’ll have a fight on their hands, surely.”

“Why?” he asked, nearly slipping again as another wave slammed head-on into the bow.

Anborn sighed, as if to ask don’t you know anything at all? before answering. “Their song’s meant to catch ours, can’t you hear it? Just as ours is for them. We’ve been doing this too long for it to be any other way. And we’ll still have to fight them ship-to-ship.”

He swallowed hard. They had known, upon sailing south from Belfalas, that this would be a miserable fight. It was a proper war-fleet coming up from Umbar, replenished after years of long effort, and they’d had only days of real warning. His father had already departed north for the Capital with his own knights, leaving his oldest brother to rule and his next-oldest to command their armies; it had been they he pleaded with for leave to go and aid Lebennin and Lamedon. They sent him, and the fleet behind him; if Dol Amroth would not be assailed, there was no use barricading the harbor with every ship they could summon. And now, it seemed, he was too late, trapped in the dawnless dark with the enemy between him and the Anduin.

Suddenly, lightning cracked above him, splitting the sky with blinding white as the thunder rolled in after. For an instant, he could see the whole of the Ethir Anduin, filled with black-sailed masts that rose and fell with the waves -

- and he could see the nearest ship, broadside to him, so close he could have thrown the knife at his belt across the gap between them. The rain fell more lightly there, though he doubted the air was any warmer. On the deck were a dozen sailors, swords in their hands and open-mouthed as they sang.

“Bring us about,” he said again, and this time Anborn heard him.

“Aye, Captain!” the man answered, and when he loosed his grip on the helm the whole ship groaned but held together, aided no doubt by the Chorus below decks calling on the spells laid into the wood as it was cut. One elf might have done what all six of them did in harmony, and yet the elves were never so crafty nor cunning as the Dúnedain on both sides of the battle who now called on the Music that lay in the water.

We’re children, he thought, daring to look over his own shoulder at his white-sailed fleet, children fighting over the scraps left by our drowned mother.

And yet I cannot let them win.

“Give them a volley!” he cried, forcing his voice to last past the steps. “We’re nearly broadside to them, don’t let them be the ones to catch us when we have the advantage!”

He couldn’t hear any one answer, but the men below called back their agreement; by the time Anborn had brought them to bear, the catapults were launching. Their loads - heavy wooden balls, filled with blasting-powder and set to catch and spark to flame when met with any friction - arced through the air, tearing through the sails of the ship and bursting into red fire that cast the whole river into eerie half-darkness. Instantly, the song on the wind turned discordant and shrill, keening in his ears; he sank to his knees, his hands trying and failing to stop the sound.

“Don’t fall for it!” Anborn shouted, kicking his shin sharply and not bothering to apologize. “They’re after the lantern! They can see in the damn dark, it’s their storm in the first place!”

Sure enough, the light above was dimmer than ever, and he wondered if the other ships were positioned just as perilously on the brink of utter disaster. But he was a Prince of Dol Amroth, and song and seawater were in his soul; he knew how to answer this.

He bit down hard on his tongue until his mouth filled with blood, the salt and heat distracting him from the half-sung screaming on the air. When he found his voice, it was solid, and strong, cutting easily through the rain, lashing out at the other ship like the fire-coiled whip of a Balrog. It was joined by Anborn, and then by another, finding the eight-note motif of the lantern and echoing it again and again until the light shone like a star and the storm was weakened. He could see better now, watching the ships as they sought to shield their injured sister so easily torn asunder by the weapons of Belfalas; their flagship loomed large in the distance, and he could see a lone figure in the rigging, staring out at him.

He knew her, instantly. Inzaphôr. Her father Zimrûn’s eldest daughter, the heir of Umbar, and the most feared of all his captains. This was her war-fleet, and her mission of destruction.

It would be a long and dreadful night.

#lord of the rings #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr #tolkien #absynthe's fanfiction

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ptergwen · 2 years

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So there was this cute concept I saw the other day: the reader and peter are sharing earphones listening to music and he's trying to hint that he's in love with them

warnings: literally one swear

a/n: i’m such a sucker for stuff like this aw i could totally see pete doing it 🥺 enjoy lovely

“ooh, our song!” you beam at peter as it plays through your earbuds. “you know what that means.” peter groans, because he does in fact know what that means. “y/n, please. i’m so sore from patrol the other day, and my back-“

ignoring peter’s excuses, you jump up from the bed and grab his hands. you try to pull him off the bed next.

“come on, dance with me!”

you’re so giddy, bouncing up and down to the beat of the song. peter finds it endearing how easily excited you are by it. but, he continues to feign annoyance nevertheless.

“fine, on one condition,” peter concedes, you quirking a brow. “i get to choose the song after this.” you hum. “deal.”

peter lets you pull him to his feet at last. you steal his phone, raising the volume just before the first chorus comes in. he can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across his face when you start to sing.

“that’s my best friend!” you nod at peter. “she a real bad bitch, got her own money,” peter finishes the line, chuckling as you lead him to the middle of his room like it’s a dance floor.

you spin yourself around using his hand that’s still in yours. he supports you by the small of your back. the two of you stay close, each with an earbud in of the pair you’re sharing.

“i saw that smile, bug boy,” you muse, arms winding around his neck. “don’t act like you don’t love this.” peter’s heart pounds in his chest, color rushing to his cheeks. “maybe i just love doja cat,” he deadpans.

or maybe, he just loves you.

after the song ends, you and peter collapse on his bed. you’re both giggling and out of breath from your impromptu dance party. you lay in opposite directions with your heads at the center of the bed, rested against the other’s.

“i’ll take that,” peter holds a palm face up for his phone. “make it a good one, parker,” you grunt, placing it in his hand.

peter extends his arm so his phone is above your heads, that way you can both see. he scrolls through his music library while you watch. your curiosity is piqued when he gets to one playlist in particular. he tries to skip past it, but you seize his phone once again.

“what’s this?” you wonder, reading the title. “does that say my name?”

you turn onto your stomach to look at peter. he sits up, smiling nervously and scratching the back of his neck.

“uh, yeah. it’s, um, just some songs that remind me of you,” peter elaborates. you smile back, now laying your head in his lap. “can we listen to it?” you ask. “you really want to?” he glances down at you.

you nod and hand peter his phone. peter is hesitant at first, well aware this could reveal his feelings for you. he isn’t sure when or if he’ll have another opportunity to do so, though. he might as well give it a go.

peter sucks in a breath and presses play on the playlist. a ballad comes on, sounding soft in yours and peter’s ears. it’s best part by her and daniel caesar.

“this reminds you of me?” you murmur. “mhm. listen to the words,” peter answers, and he can hear your heart beating faster now.

he strokes your locks gently as you focus on the lyrics of the song. they’re about someone seeing their lover in all the best parts of life, and about wanting to confess their love for them. you make the connection a couple of minutes into the song.

you remove your earbud, gazing up at peter. he’s already gazing down at you. he pauses the song, lower lip caught between his teeth.

“if you love me, won’t you say something?” you repeat one of the lyrics.

his eyes still locked with yours, peter tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i love you,” he exhales. “i love you, too,” you instantly echo, like you’ve been waiting for him to say it for as long as he has.

you sit up from peter’s lap to face him properly, both of you sporting matching smiles. peter leans in and leaves a kiss to the shell of your ear. his lips linger there for a moment, his voice now a whisper.

“i love you, y/n. i love you.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker writing #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n

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euthym1as · 2 years

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I saw you made a post already about Venti and bohemian raspody (I think I spelt it wrong sorry) but do you have any imagines for other songs and other characters? I'm the type of person who always needs SOME sort of song on or brain don't work.

Childe def have something to say about rapustin or its genshin remix. I'd imagine Xinyan would be excited to hear our rock songs. omg if Beidou sang Butch 4 Butch (by Rio Romeo)...

sorry about the slight tangent, this can be cult!SAGAU or just general self-aware

YEAHHHHH okay most of these are going to be songs I listen/have listened to but I will include the rasputin/genshin remix of it bc I have to. mild warning for violence at childes bit talking abt what happened to rasputin

A speaker, a stranger, and songs from faraway places.

VENTI gathers the crowd in Mondstat to listen to a strange box filled with strange sounds- and you come quickly to claim it as yours. Disappointed, the bard hands the device back to you, only for you to strike up a new tune- one he had never heard before...

Fischl is fitting of the middle school kids who called themselves 'emo' and listened to pop-punk, and she would probably listen to Halsey's Badlands album and cry that this person understands her like nobody else does.

Eula demands to hear the music the upper crust of your society listens to, and when you put her on classical music from your time, she seems... bored. The speaker autoplays (somehow) to an early Taylor Swift song- and Eula gets up and twirls around like never seen, crying out that this female bard speaks with the feeling of a thousand hearts. The song is Love Story. Amber is seen in the background holding Baron Bunny in awe.

XINYAN takes the sheet music you hand her and looks it over, amber eyes scanning through the pages. A smile is alight on her face, and she skips back up to the stage, cueing the conductor to start from the beginning. She starts strumming the chords, and she opens her mouth to sing.

I'm in the business of misery,

Let's take it from the top,

She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock,

It's a matter of time before we all run out,

When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth-

Liyuen people have begun to gather, and Xinyan is really getting into the song. Her strong chest vocals fit the song's key very well, and the little way she shakes her head when she hits the chorus sends the audience into a cheer.

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

She's having a blast, and Yun Jin and Zhongli are both bopping their heads along to the beat. Xingqiu looks like he's had an epiphany. He's holding onto Chongyun's arm, and Xiangling is helping Gouba up to dance on the table. You catch Xinyan's eyes and her expression says everything- thank you, thank you for making my dreams a reality, thank you for believing in me when nobody else did.

TARTAGLIA isn't too far away, and he hears the loud thrums of Xinyan's guitar and smiles. He misses her infectious positivity from the Labyrinth, and he hopes that one day he can be brave enough to tell her the truth about who he really is. She deserves at least that much.

You find him hanging around underneath the red metal walkways, holding a kite from a toy maker, presumably to send back home. He catches your eye and smiles, but the smile has a repressed pain barely kept behind it.

He asks if music meant a lot to your home. You nod, and say that it was one of the things that connected you all the most. Your eyes brighten, and you say that your home had a song dedicated to a lover in a snowy kingdom much like himself. He's confused, and asks you to show him more. So you let him listen to the full four minutes twenty eight seconds of the song, watching as his eyes are sparkling with interest. It's the next part that gets him.

But when his drinking and lusting

And his hunger for power

Became known to more and more people

The demands to do something

About this outrageous man

Became louder and louder

You see him cringe inwardly and bite his lip, almost like he felt scolded. The song comes to a close and he gasps as the lyrics tell of the man Rasputin shot dead.

He asks if that was a real man from your home or just a story. You reply that Rasputin was very real, and his story served as a lesson to those that followed him. Much like himself, you note, Rasputin was loved heavily and capable of so much change. He seems a bit lost. He wasn't as prolific a lover as the man in the song. You sigh, and remember that sometimes he cannot see himself in all his layers the way you do. He can't see himself as you [we, you whisper] see him.

#asks #keeg writes #xinyan #venti #fischl #eula #childe #this was fun whee #sagau #alien reader #this is also not xinyan/childe btw they are familial #just cause they mean something to one another doesn't mean theyre dating #genshin self aware #genshin sagau #god reader #self aware genshin

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dc418writes · 3 years

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Sunday Morning

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Just a lazy Sunday with your husband

⚠️: none, all fluff💕

A/N: Okay so I haven’t seen anything involving this AU for Ari (at least I don’t remember seeing one) and I’ve wanted to write something for him for a while now, but couldn’t think of a story idea I loved until now! So with that, this imagine is based off one of my favorite songs, “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5 and I hope you guys like it☺️!

You’re not too deep of a sleeper to miss the sudden embrace of a strong arm gently pulling your body closer. The familiar sensation of a cold nose blowing a light stream of warm air at the shell of your ear and prickly facial hair scraping against your neck has an immediate smile spreading across your tired lips. Eyes opening to the surrounding darkness, they register the digital clock resting on the nightstand with illuminated numbers reading 3:15 am. Any other time, waking up so early on the weekend for no reason would leave you upset, silently groaning and hoping you’d easily be able to fall back asleep.

On these rare occasions though, you don’t mind it as you turn to sweetly kiss his cheek. Or was it his eye?

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya,” he huskily whispers, large hand grazing back and forth against your back.

“S’okay. Happy you’re back,” you yawn making him lowly chuckle before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart. I’ll be here in the morning.” Even in your sleepy haze, your chest warms hearing you’d have more than the usual couple hours with him, and soon your eyes are closing and body sinking further in the king sized mattress as you’re lulled to sleep by his steady breathing and heartbeat anxiously waiting for what was to come after sunrise.

———

His muscular back is facing you as your bare feet pat against the short fibers in the carpet running down the hall into the living room currently filled with 80s music and sizzling from whatever was in the pan in front of him. Watching his little sway while humming along as he flips the pancakes has you silently giggling to yourself feeling as if you were falling even more in love.

At first glance, some might see his usual go-to of an open flannel over his white tank, dark jeans, and boots with chest tattoos peeking out expecting some gruff, bearded trucker with little to say and no patience for anyone. If only they could witness the beefy, heart stealing dork of a man in front of you delicately situating slices of banana to form a smiley face on your food.

Just as he’s adding strawberries to his own singing the chorus of “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” under his breath, you successfully sneak up to him wrapping your arms around his waist as your cheek presses against his freshly showered skin taking in the fresh scent of his bar soap.

“And what exactly has you so cheery?,” you ask before leaving a kiss directly in the middle of his spine making him chuckle.

“A few things,” he states, loosening your arms just enough to turn around and meet your adoring eyes. “But mainly, being able to eat my favorite with my favorite.”

You’re softly giggling from the pecks he leaves on your forehead and then nose while his thick hands rest on either side of your neck and thumbs glide along your jawlines. “Aww, aren’t you adorable.”

“Although that did technically happen earlier this morning.”

“Of course you had to take it there,” you roll your eyes moving to pick up your plate and silverware.

“Hey, you weren’t annoyed when I brought it up then. Especially when I had those pretty eyes rolling the other way.” He manages to dodge the balled up napkin you aim at his face, dramatically gasping only making your giggles grow to full laughter.

God you missed days like this. When you could enjoy each other for most of the day, getting to act like the kids both of you kept hidden inside with no judgement. Once upon a time, you could have that pretty much every day when Ari only had to deliver a few hours away. He’d be home by dinner and off every Sunday leaving the day open to anything either of you could think of. Now Sunday’s off were a rarity, and something like a shooting star. You didn’t know when it would happen but if you happened to catch it, you hold that magical feeling it brought in your heart for the rest of your days.

Forks clacking against your plate, you steal glances at each other when your mouths are too full to talk, and giggling like kids when you’re caught. His thumb quickly swipes the corner of your mouth getting the small bit of syrup that failed to enter before bringing it to his and licking the sticky substance away. You’ve been together for years, but still feel your face heat from the slight embarrassment having to be “cleaned up.”

Maybe it was due to him being gone for the past week and you wanting to seem just as perfect as when he left. Or just simply wanting to be perfect for the love of your life.

He doesn’t miss the way you shyly drop your head now focused more so on the last slice of banana on your plate, making his eyebrow lift in confusion. “What?”

You just shake your head meeting his eyes shining as blue as the clearest water. This isn’t enough for him though, scooting closer to hook his hand under your calf draping your leg over his lap.

“Come on, what is it?,” he asks gently kneading the flesh and posterior muscle of your lower leg. “Oh wait, did you want it instead? Hold on where’s the syrup?”

“No,” you laugh. Clearly he was trying to make you smile, but you knew if you would’ve said yes he would quickly scramble trying to fix it. “I guess with being apart for so long, now that we’re back together it feels like our first date, you know? Like I’m trying not to do or say anything dumb so you’ll like me.”

“I don’t know why, I thought I did a wonderful job saying how you’re my forever, and the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with in my vows. I even got a few tears from grumpy aunt Merdill.”

“Yes, you did,” you laugh, “But still-,”

“I get it. That’s honestly how I feel every day…”

“Really?”

“Well yea, ever since our first date I’ve been pinchin’ myself that I actually have the girl of my dreams. And silently hoping you don’t get tired of simple ole me and want someone better,” he admits.

“I could never find anyone better, or more perfect, for me than you.”

Leaning over, he’s inches from your face as he squeezes your chin, with the hand that once massaged your leg, making your lips adorably pout from the brief moment of comfortable pressure he applies before melding his soft lips with yours. There’s smiles from both of you between every other peck happy to be experiencing the feeling again with no interruptions or rushing, just the floating sensation it always brought no matter how many times you did it.

The rumble of thunder outside though has you breaking apart to see the once white clouds turning grey with the incoming overcast, and your pout become longer lasting.

“Noo, I thought we’d be able to get out and do something.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles holding your hand. “I think I’d rather stay in instead. Really have you all to myself.”

Finishing the last of your pancakes and cleaning the leftover dirty dishes, the sky was now fully gloomy and a band of heavy rain had come and gone with more scheduled to follow throughout the remainder of the day. An unknown movie plays on the tv becoming faint background noise due to neither you nor Ari paying attention to it. Instead, you’re more focused on the tranquil rain seemingly falling at a slant and his arms securing your body to his chest.

“I miss these moments with you,” you softly speak sitting between his legs. Your cheek being tickled by his beard with every peck he gives while simultaneously savoring your sweet scent for his time away.

“Aw I do too bug. I hate having to leave you here all alone.”

You weren’t sure how he’d react to what you were about to say next, and honestly a bit fearful that maybe he wouldn’t feel the same. But as the saying goes, it never hurts to try.

“Well…I wouldn’t be alone if…there was a baby perhaps?”

“…this is true,” he begins, lifting your hand to intertwine with his. “And while I’m excited to have what I already know will be the cutest baby in the world with you, I think we should hold off for right now.”

“You…you think we’re not ready?”

His heavy sigh isn’t the answer you were hoping for, and leaves you sinking your face further into his tattooed bicep trying to keep any unwanted tears from spilling over.

“Hey that’s not completely what I’m trying to say,” he whispers close to your ear before kissing your temple.

“In general, yes I think you’d be a great mom and I hope I’d be half as amazing as a dad. With me being gone weeks at a time though, I definitely wouldn’t want you here by yourself pregnant or trying to take care of a baby. Heaven forbid something happens and I can’t come back home.”

He had a point. Without him there to help, things would be ten times more difficult for you. Even your mom would only be able to stay for so long until she’d ultimately have to leave.

Plus you knew he’d hate to miss out on any milestones no matter how small, and you wouldn’t want him to miss it either.

“So right now, no I’d say we’re not ready. But…that doesn’t mean we still can’t have fun safely trying.”

His hands tickling your sides paired with the nibbles on your neck have the room filled with your giggles as you squirm in his lap. Somehow, in the midst of tickles, he manages to situate your body so you’re straddling his thighs and your hands are pressed against his pecs while you catch your breath. Soon the intimate silence between you returns, but only briefly before Ari’s lifting his phone from the coffee table making you wonder what he could possibly be up to that he was smiling to himself.

“What are you doing?,” you ask trying to peak but Ari’s quicker, holding the device close to his chest. “You better not be sneaking pictures of me.”

“I’m not,” he chuckles flashing that brilliant smile. “I was thinking until we have a kid though, what if we get a dog?”

“…I’m listening.”

“Specifically, this dog.” Turning the phone so you could finally see, there’s a picture of a black Great Dane appearing to smile at the camera from the way it’s lips curled and tongue happily stuck out. Below it was all the information anyone would need on the animal from it’s current and estimated weight and height to temperance for those to decide if he’d be a good fit for their family.

“So…whaddaya say?”

“He’s cute, but I think we should find one that won’t be walking me when we go out.”

“Okay fair enough,” he replies bringing the phone back toward him scrolling some more. “This was my second choice.”

Lying on his back with tongue dangling from the side and paws up, the 12 week old German Shepherd had you giggling at it’s goofiness. Quite possibly the most protective breed, the shelter described Dino as the sweetest boy that loved cuddles just as much as he did playing and running around.

The perfect family dog, and literally Ari in canine form.

“I think he’s perfect,” you smile.

Finally being able to spend time with each other and a puppy? This was the best Sunday either of them had in a long time.

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