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thoughtsforsoob · 2 months

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beomgyu x y/n

tw: this is a piece surrounding the death of the reader. please read with caution. if somthing i wrote here is off or insensitive, please send me a private message or an ask. i haven't had to deal with a close death to this extent so i might get something wrong. again, please let me know if i did.

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it had been only a few weeks since the doctor had broke the news of your condition but it never got easier. it never got better because you knew you would not be able to make it out of this. you saw no light at the end of the tunnel. there was no end of the tunnel. just a void you’d keep existing in for ever and ever. you hated to think of it this way but you couldn’t help yourself. your permanent state of misery would allow you nothing else.

your boyfriend on the other hand, he was a mess. he didn’t want you to go. no one did. his friends and bandmates had to comfort him so that he wouldn’t break in front of you. he didn't want to worry or scare you in the last moment of your life. even if you told him it was okay to cry in front of you, he refused to do it. if he felt himself letting tears slip, he would run away and hide from you. you just wanted to see him but he wouldn’t allow it.

he took the opportunity, when he wasn’t crying, to take care of you. since your illness had left you confined to your bed, he would slip under the sheets next to you and just hold you. he wanted to provide as much comfort as possible. he knew you were feeling scared and didn’t want to show him. he would also do his best to make you laugh. he would prepare all of the best jokes for you and tell you when he got some time alone with you. he would also save all of the best tiktok videos and instagram memes to show you when he would see you.

if there was something he hated more than your condition, it was the fact that he had to work while you were wasting away. he didn’t want to go to schedules and he made it very clear. the boys did their best to help convince their company to give him some time to spend your last days with you but they didn’t understand. they didn’t care.

he would do his best to end schedules early so he could run off to see you. his favorite day was when he woke up to a group texts from his band mates saying to skip work and go see you. they would cover for him. that day, he left bed with a giant dorky smile on his face and it stayed there when he arrived to your home. he got ready and made sure to look presentable for you that day. little did he know, that day would be one of your favorite too…but one of your last.

two days later, the nurse was there when he arrived after work. this was never a good sign because it meant something was getting worse. they were usually quick visits but…this nurse was supposed to be gone a long time ago.

the nurse pulls him aside and gives him sympathetic eyes. “she’s going soon. please just prepare for a goodbye within the next few hours. i’ll stick around if you need anything.”

he starts to fall apart from the inside. not showing it outwardly. he couldn’t. it was impossible to let you know what he was feeling. he didn’t want you to cry of be scared.

he walks in the room with a big smile but it soon faded when he saw how your condition had worsened. you looked paler than usual, thiner, and more than he was willing to let himself notice. you had your oxygen rubes in your nose this time. you hadn’t needed them in weeks. it physically hurt his heart to see you like this.

he sits next to you in your usual spot and smoothes a hand over your hair.

“hey, beautiful. i missed you all day today. what have you been up to today?”

he look up at him with your sunken eyes. you looked red and puffy. “well…i’ve been in bed. i can’t exactly move from here, silly.”

he smiled at your name for him and rolled his eyes, “ugh i know. I'm so sorry. i wish i could take you outside. maybe some fresh air would do you good.”

he give him a mischievous smirk. “let’s sneak out. you’ll have to drag me out though. i can’t exactly walk.”

he sighs and looks at you with a loving smile, “just as funny as always. you know, no one will ever be funnier than you. you’re an actual comedian.”

you don’t reply. you grab his hand and hold onto it, pressing it to your face. he noticed how cold your skin was getting and reality hit him once again. you were only on your way out. you’d be gone within hours, according to the nurse. had you know? had you been told?

he didn't ask. he didn’t want to know.

he had one final opportunity for this and he was going to make it happen now.

he uses his thumb to rub your cheek and you smile up at him. you look so tired. you were holding on just for him. you didn’t want him to see you go but you were getting ready to let go. how could you possibly tell him though?

he uses his other hand to reach into his jacket pocket. his clumsy hand searched and finally found what he was looking for. it was a small, simple ring. one he’d been wanting to give you for a while. now was the perfect time. you’d be able to keep it forever.

he pulls the ring from his pocket and shows it to you. “do you like this ring?” you looked a little shocked but had a shy smile painted on your face. “of course i do. it’s pretty.” he smiles. “I'm glad you like it. it’s for you. i know we can’t get married now but when you’re gone and I follow you eventually, you’re gone be there waiting for me. right? we can get married then.”

you start to let tears fall. something you hadn’t done in front of him in a long time. you pull him into you with what little strength you had left and just sobbed uncontrollably. the nurse peaked in the check in but once they realized what was going on, they left to give you some privacy.

once you gained your final ounce of composure, you looked up at him, “of course i’ll wait. there no one else i love more in the world than you.”

he slips the ring on your frigid finger and presses a kiss to your hand. “i love you.”

your eyes rapidly start to flutter shut. it was happening. your speech was getting slower and you stared up at him. “lay with me.” that was your last request to him. the last thing you’d ever ask him for.

you got comfortable with him and finally started to let yourself go. you hated to do this to him but you know that he didn't care. as long as he was close to you.

“i love you, beomgyu.”

the life slipped from your body and only then, when he was sure you were gone, he started to cry. it started with silent cries and escalated to desperate screams for you to come back. he’d never felt so vulnerable in his life.

hours later, you were being taken away. he watched your body being hauled of the continued to let out screams and cries of agony. his bandmates had come to comfort him. they rubbed his back and wiped his tears but he still screamed and cried.

that night, he didn’t leave your apartment. he didn’t leave for the next three days. he sat on your bed, crying. he wanted you back but all he had were your clothes and your other stuff. your scent still lingered about the apartment and he held onto it for as long as he could.

his bandmates finally got him out of the apartment but he couldn’t help but take some of your things.

a hoodie, your shared bear stuffie and your perfume.

he missed you desperately.

he’d miss you until he was finally with you.

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ohnococo · 4 months

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Satoru Gojo SFW Alphabet

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

Gojo is extremely affectionate. He craves affection, in fact. He’ll outright pout if he hasn’t been hugged when you see him. He’s absolutely that Kirby meme that’s like “I didn’t get no mfin forehead kiss 😡”

He just wants to hold your hand constantly, be draped off of you. He’s like this even as friends, so everyone around you will think nothing of it until they see him giving you a kiss - something he doesn’t mind doing in front of others.

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

Gojo is that friend that shows his love by hanging all over you and also by purposefully bugging you. He just loves a little playful banter and even if he didn’t he has zero boundaries when it comes to friendship.

He’s that friend who will come to your house and treat it like his own. He’s the friend that will be talking to you on the phone and then 10 mins into the conversation he’s like “hold on lemme flush” like excuse me???

It’s just that if you’ve gotten to the point of being his very best friend he’s got zero self-consciousness around you. You two are basically a living breathing unit now.

As for how that friendship starts… you can’t know how close you’ll become to Gojo. People certainly know when he doesn’t like them, but outside of that he’s so casual with everyone. So he’s also casual with you. Then you get to know each other, and he’s even more casual. Next thing you know he’s talking to someone and refers to you as his best friend. A good tell is if he lets you see him being serious, upset even. When he feels safe enough with you to let you see his less-than-pleasant emotions you know you two are close.

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

He’s a big cuddler. King of physical touch. If he lets himself get close enough he’ll actually complain about not being able to fall asleep when you two have to be apart. His cuddling is essentially acting like some kind of shawl draped across you, leaning into you, lying across your lap, acting like you’re some kind of living pillow. God help you in the summer, he’ll complain about being sweaty while he’s choosing to be stuck to you.

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

In canon? He doesn’t. His legacy is his students, his relationships are platonic, where there’s at least a small layer of separation. As for actually getting married or starting a family, he doesn’t want to actively bring someone into his world like that, and he doesn’t want to risk losing them. Even if they’re strong, he knows the expectations placed on him alone, and having someone he cares for like that is a risk that doesn’t line up with who he knows he has to be.

In a no curse AU though, absolutely. He loves intimacy, and closeness, and feeling like he has a unit. Settling down is a goal for him.

As for cooking and cleaning, in every universe this man is hopeless. A simple recipe works for him, but two burners on at once? Or a recipe where he needs to be occasionally stirring something between prepping other things? Nah stuff is getting forgotten, or burned, and the kitchen is going to be a mess afterwards. He just keeps using spoons then throwing them in the sink before he’s done. Stop it Gojo, stop using so many goddamn spoons now you have to wash one and the onions are burning.

Cleaning, he is perfectly capable of doing, but he hasn’t had to - going straight from having others to do it for him because it’s not something this chosen one was meant to worry about, to being able to pay people to handle it for him. I don’t blame him, no one wants to scrub a toilet, but he’s not what I’d call “domestic” and can tend to act like someone who’s never had to clean up after himself.

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

I’m so sorry y’all… this man would break up with you over a text… it’s not a short text, at least. It’s a long one he’s typed and typed and retyped 100 times, and might have had to take a break and go for a walk in between. But it’s a text nonetheless. It’s just that if he’s decided to break things off, he’s not in a place to be able to put his big boy panties on and deal with the messy emotions that might come up in a face to face breakup.

Besides, he doesn’t want to make it worse, and the first words that come to mind to whatever you say might not come across how he wants them to, he wants to be able to think and say the right things.

It feels cold, but that’s how he is on the outside when he’s ending things because he thinks he has to force himself to be.

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

I’ll go non curse au with this answer, for reasons stated above, but Gojo does know he wants commitment long term. He’s a weird one though, in that when he falls he’s absolutely head over heels in love. He wants to spend all of his time with you, drag you along on all of his whims, and he will even jokingly call you his husband/wife at a certain point and talk about being together long term while cuddling, but…

This man is gonna take fucking AGES to propose. He’ll take ages to even ask to move in together. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just that you guys are at each other’s houses so often that it’s like half of your stuff is split between the two places. And he loves you and thinks of you in terms of that long term commitment already, so the ring or the key just don’t come up in his mind.

He’s the type you have to drop hints to, maybe even outright say “my lease is up in spring, let’s move in together.”

It’s an enthusiastic yes from him. And when the proposal happens he’s the one grabbing your hand to show your ring to strangers and calling you his fiancée with a sparkly lilt in his voice, but damn Gojo just focus.

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

He can be gentle physically, tracing his fingers over your skin, rubbing his thumb against your hand while you’re holding hands. Sometimes when he’s cuddled up with his head resting in the crook of your neck he’ll blink against your skin, tickling you with his long lashes in a little butterfly kiss. But as gentle as he can be, he can also be one to roughhouse with you a bit (though always in a restrained way that doesn’t intend to hurt).

Hugging you tight and swinging you from side to side, tugging you along by your hand when he’s excited to show you something, tickling you til you’re squealing, he might even play wrestle a bit when he’s kissing you. The man contains multitudes.

Emotionally… he can be a bit clumsy. Sometimes he just doesn’t consider how his words or tone will come across before he’s speaking.

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

Gojo loves hugging. It’s like it clears his head, so he gives you long firm hugs often. He wraps his arms around you, putting his weight on your shoulders as you wrap your arms around his waist, and presses his face to the top of your head. He’ll rock you both side to side in the hug, and you have no choice but to go along with his movements because he’s got you so tightly pressed together. Always finishes the hugs with a big happy sigh.

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

In canon, it’s hard to get out of him outright. It’s scary to give himself away just that much, knowing he can’t always protect everyone. Knowing you could very well go and get yourself hurt. You’ll know in other ways though.

In a no curse au, Gojo loves with no restraint. He’s saying it fast, too fast in some relationships. Almost casually. He feels so, so much, and doesn’t think twice before he speaks sometimes.

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

Gojo doesn’t get jealous. He’s too self-assured for that. And he doesn’t have any insecurities about you or your commitment, otherwise he wouldn’t be with you.

The closest to jealousy he gets is when he feels like he hasn’t had enough time with you. It’s not that he thinks anything is going on with you and whichever friends you’ve been spending time with, it’s just that he doesn’t understand why he can’t come along too.

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

Gojo’s kisses are slow and sweet - teasing even. His soft lips are gentle against yours, so light sometimes it tickles, and show any sign of enjoyment or even desperation, and he’s smiling into your kiss. He’s not using tongue at first, and if you try to initiate too soon he’ll pull back, brushing your noses together. When he finally does kiss you properly it’s gently, restrained, a crooked finger tilting your chin up for him, a thumb on your chin keeping your mouth softly open so he can beckon you to make a little noise for him. Once you’re making out the intensity ramps up considerably, then Gojo’s kisses are deep and wet and needy.

As for kisses elsewhere, Gojo loves a forehead kiss. Sometimes he’ll just bend his head down and point to his forehead, then once he gets that kiss he looks SO pleased with himself about it. As if you’d deny him… as if his pouty self would let you deny him! He loves giving those forehead kisses in return, or when you’re holding hands he’ll often bring your hand to his mouth to kiss.

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

Gojo is great with children. He’s rambunctious, matches their energy, and is great at saying silly things with a straight face that make them laugh. He’s one of those people that babies always smile and wave to, and comes across as a safe adult to children.

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

Getting out of bed is the first struggle for mornings with Gojo. A chronic “5 more minutes” type. Even if you get out of bed easily in the mornings, you won’t with him. He’s wrapping an arm and a leg around you and groggily pouting if you try to end your sleepy cuddle session. He just loves the closeness while everything is so quiet and still in the mornings.

His stomach beckons him out of bed eventually, though, and he’ll have the audacity to insist you get ready and go to a cafe for pastries even though you’re both starving after a solid hour and a half of cuddling in bed.

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

Gojo is one of those people that gets a second wind at night. He can tend to stay up late because of it. If you don’t mind, he’ll love to watch movies or play games with you until late into the night, head resting on your lap the whole time. Once you’re in bed is when the “would you love me if I was a worm” questions start though.

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

Gojo is one of those people that reveal things without revealing things. He’ll tell you something so earnest, embarrassing even, that would be a sign of closeness or vulnerability from other people - but for him it’s just his usual oversharing. The real things that matter to him he keeps close to his chest and reveal slowly and after a good while.

When he eventually says them he does so with that same casual tone he’s used to tell you about the time he laughed so hard he peed himself at the tender age of 23, but by then you’ll understand it means a lot that he’s being open about things he usually wouldn’t.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Gojo can almost be impossibly hard to anger, so if you’re the type to want an argument over something you’re going to be hard pressed to get it. He’s more the type to awkwardly laugh at the wrong time, which would just make someone already mad at him even more angry.

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

He doesn’t really let on how much he remembers, but he does. He’ll get you your exact order from a coffee shop, or buy you something you’d mentioned craving to someone else when he happened to be in the room, then if you ask how he knew he’ll just smile and say “lucky guess.”

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

Gojo’s favourite moment is the first time you’d comforted him. He’ll never ask for that from anyone, and most of the time people assume he doesn’t need that assurance and comfort because he always seems so happy and unbothered by things that would worry most. But you notice, even if he’s acting perfectly normal, and offer to lend him an ear - even asking if he just wanted a hug. He does, and even if it was one of a hundred random kind gestures for you, it meant the world to him.

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

He’s the type to protect from afar. He lets you handle things first, because he’s the type to have faith in you, but the minute you need help he’s there. Basically he’s always back up, but will never have you looking helpless.

He doesn’t want protection, to the point where it can feel like out of nowhere when he stops you from intervening or defending him. He just prefers to handle his own matters himself.

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

This man makes AN EFFORT for special days. If grand gestures aren’t your thing, it might be a problem, but he’s the type to book the nicest restaurant in town, buy you loads of roses, commemorate anniversaries with pretty jewellery (matching, in a lot of cases).

Day to day though, he’s more lowkey. His love is shown in his physical affection, but the way he splashes out on birthdays, anniversaries, and Valentine’s Day more than accommodates that.

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

He’s got a few bad habits for sure, and they’ll take a lot of reminding (like years of it) to get him out of it. Leaving the toilet seat up, squeezing toothpaste from the middle, stealing bites of food off your plate, barging in when you’re on the toilet. Things that don’t bother some people, but can be annoying to others.

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

His appearance means a lot to him, and he’s not ashamed of that fact. He’s always well groomed, and when out of school attire he wears expensive clothes that are carefully curated to his tastes. He takes care of himself: good skincare regimen, chooses outfits carefully, he even uses purple shampoo and hair treatments to keep his naturally white hair looking bright and soft.

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

Absolutely. If he’s not with you he’s thinking about you and wishing he was with you. If he has plans he wants you there, because everything will always be better if you’re there too.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you’re up to it, Gojo loves to be one of those couples with matching sets of things. Matching rings, him wearing a bracelet that’s from a set with your necklace, and if you’re down to be one of those especially obnoxious couples full on matching outfits when you go on dates. Not necessarily the same outfit, but coordinating colours or patterns. He has no qualms about being that couple that makes everyone cringe.

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

He has a few things he doesn’t love, and it’s honestly hard to pinpoint what set of things make someone a fit for him because it’s not obvious to even him.

He definitely isn’t a fan of his partner smoking cigarettes, refusing him affection or giving him the silent treatment as a “punishment” for arguments, or poor communication. The last one isn’t a deal breaker for him, but if you expect him to read your mind when you’re upset about something, you’re in for a lot of disappointment. He needs to be told things outright.

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

The whole bed is his side of the bed. You’re also his side of the bed. He can start off contained, happily falling asleep as your big spoon (or little spoon depending on his mood), but soon enough he’s hogging the whole thing. A leg over your waist, his head on your pillow, his other leg half hanging off his side of the bed. Get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and you’ll come back to him sleeping with his limbs out like a starfish. Nudge him a bit and he’ll go back to barnacle mode without even waking up, pulling you in to be his little spoon again.

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padfootagain · 11 months

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Old Crush

Hello ! Here is a request that was sent my way by an anon : ‘Great! So I had this idea for a Ben imagine... So you were a big fan of Ben since you saw him in the Narnia movies, and you had a crush on him for years. Now, years later you're dating him but you never told him about knowing who he was before meeting him nor about this crush you had on him/his character (does that have sense?😅) And somehow he finds out and he's mad about it because he feels betrayed that you lied and he thinks you are only dating him because of who he is. But a happy ending, please!’

Thank you for sending in a request, anon! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for you!

I hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: a bit of angst. Hurt/comfort. Fluffy ending. (the ask was perfect to use some interviews about Ordinary Day so… because I don’t know but whenever he speaks about being enough my heart just goes dfiejierjiejri)

Summary: Ben didn’t know that you were a fan of his already before you started dating, and when he finds out, he doesn’t like it at all. All his insecurities are suddenly brought back to life…

Word Count: 3156

Ben's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

It was a beautiful day, odds were in Ben’s favour to spend a lovely afternoon with you.

Lunch in the sun on your balcony, in your shared home, eating a tasty meal and drinking some fine wine. He glimpsed at the shining ring on your finger as the gem caught the sun and glimmered even more than usual, while he listened to you ramble about something exciting that happened at work. And it was perfect.

Perfect. Everything about this moment, about you, about the two of you… was perfect.

He wasn’t claiming that it wasn’t hard sometimes, because it was. You butted heads, you fought from time to time, you got annoyed at him and he got mad at you. He was away often and you weren’t always around. Sometimes, it was rough, but it was worth it. That was what Ben meant when ‘perfect’ popped into his mind to be written on everything around him. No matter what, he was certain you were the one. No matter what, he was certain he would fight for you. The two of you would make it work, no matter what. Because you were everything he wanted, and he was enough for you.

Him. Ben. Not Ben Barnes, not the actor, not the fame, not the money… just… him. Simple Ben who overthought everything, was too cautious sometimes, had only a vague idea of what a meme was, loved goofing around, and made a mediocre chili that he claimed was amazing. You loved him, and he knew it. He knew that if tomorrow he dropped everything and walked out of the glamour and fame you would hold his hand and give him a bright smile and ask ‘okay, where are we going, then?’ And it made it perfect. To be enough made it perfect…

A dreamy smile formed on his lips at the thought that this was going to last forever. You were signing up for a lifetime together. Endless supplies of banter, of conversations that lasted till dawn, of cuddles on the sofa, of kisses in a kitchen bathed with dawn, of hands holding on each other as if they never wanted to let go. Endless supplies of silly fights forgotten on the pillow, of eyes opening to the sight of the other sleeping, of boxes of chocolate brought home every day for a week every month, of flights caught to close the distance, of faces drawn in pixels and voices distorted by phones, of painful goodbyes before climbing in a cab.

All of it, good or bad, was about to last for the rest of your lives, together. A couple of months more to wait until you would both say yes and be each other’s for a lifetime…

Sometimes, he wondered if things would have been different if you had met under different circumstances. Instead of bumping – quite literally – into each other in this supermarket… what if you had met and started dating knowing who he was? Would he have opened up so easily then? Would he have let himself be drawn to you with such a force?

But then again, you didn’t know who he was back then. And he was thankful for it. He hadn’t had to worry about the fame, about you being earnest, about money… none of that mattered, not between the two of you.

He was just Ben with you, and it was enough. And you were just Y/N, and it was enough.

“Are you even listening at this point?”

Ben shook himself out of his dreamy state, looking away from your shimmering ring and up to your eyes again. He wanted to drown in their colour forever…

You were amused more than annoyed, head tilted to the side and a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re talking about Francis breaking the coffee machine. Again,” he answered with a cocky smile. “Of course, I’m listening, love.”

“You seemed to have zoned out for a moment,” you explained before eating the last bite of your dessert.

“Was just… kind of lost in thought, I guess. But I was listening.”

“What were you thinking about? You were smiling, it ought to be nice.”

His smile widened, something mischievous and flirtatious added to the crooked gesture.

“I was thinking about this,” he answered, nodding towards your ring. “And about all the naughty things we’ll do on our honeymoon.”

You laughed, choking on the piece of fruit you were eating. And God, did he adore that sound…

“And… what kind of thoughts these might be? Are you making plans?” you asked back, flirt lowering your voice too, and Ben couldn’t help the way his heart jumped in his chest at the sound.

“I am, actually,” he fought back, leaning a little across the table, a dangerous glint darkening his black eyes. “I have a full list, at this point… of things I’m going to do to you.”

He noticed your sharp intake of breath, and leaned back in his chair, winking at you in a seductive way, making you nervously giggle.

“Can’t wait for that, then… Can I get a preview?”

Ben let out a loud laugh, shaking his head.

“No way, I’m keeping that for later. We should relax this afternoon.”

“Sex is… relaxing…”

“No…” Ben shook his head, amused.

Instead, Ben ended up doing the dishes while you settled on the sofa and looked for something to watch on TV. You went through the channels, until Ben’s face appeared on the screen.

“Oh! Honey! You’re on TV!”

Ben chuckled, putting away the last plate before walking inside the living room to join you. Indeed, his face was on the screen; a shaven, much younger version of himself.

“Oh, it’s Narnia,” he said with a fond smile on his lips as some of his friends appeared on the screen as well.

He sat by your side on the sofa and immediately snuggled against you, rolling his eyes as you whistled when he was on the screen again, playfully catcalling him.

“My… my… look at this handsome guy, right there!” you teased, pinching his side, and Ben couldn’t help but blush.

“Not bad, huh? Is he your type?” he asked, playing along, the red reaching the tip of his ears.

He tried hard to refrain a grin, but he couldn’t.

“Definitely! He looks a little like my fiancé, you see?”

“Oh, I see…”

You both exploded with laughter, unable to keep a straight face for much longer.

“You are definitely my type,” you went on. “God… even then, I had a crush on you!”

Ben frowned, looking at you questioningly.

“What do you mean?”

He squeezed your thigh, the feeling of your body against him reassuring.

“Well… even as Caspian, I had a crush on you.”

“When?”

His frown deepened, and he couldn’t help the way his heart sped up all of a sudden. Because… you couldn’t be meaning that. You didn’t know who he was when you met…

“I mean that when I watched Narnia for the first time, I had a crush on Caspian. So… on you… kind of.”

“But when did you watch it?”

“When it came out! I went to see these movies with some friends at the time.”

You seemed puzzled by his reaction, and perhaps it was normal for you to do so. You frowned, the small crease forming across your brow. And perhaps it was but logical for you to react like that, but Ben didn’t think so. Instead, he merely stared at you, frowning hard, almost glaring, his jaw clenched tight, all of a sudden…

“What?” you asked, even more taken aback as Ben sat up, letting go of you completely.

You knew him before you met. You knew who he was that day, in the supermarket, and during your first date and…

You had a crush on him already? What… if you knew who he was then… had you ever been interested in him back then? That rainy afternoon when you bumped so hard into him in this supermarket he fell over?

He couldn’t control the way his heart was racing, the growing feeling that was crushing his chest more and more. This feeling, so painful, of… betrayal…

“Ben? What’s wrong, honey?”

He got up at the sound of the nickname.

Was it real? From the beginning? And why had you not told him you knew who he was? What was your plan? Were you… were you lying about the two of you?

“You’ve never told me,” he spoke at last, voice low and shaking with an anger he struggled to control.

You shrugged; and Ben hated you for it. Because everything was crumbling around him, his mind was spiralling, and you were… shrugging?

“What about it? I love these movies. Haven’t watched them in ages, though…”

“When we met… when we went on our first date, you never told me you knew who I was.”

You frowned hard, failing to understand why he seemed angry now, why his voice was so low, a rumble of upcoming thunder.

“I didn’t recognize you at first,” you admitted. “Not in the supermarket. Not before you told me your full name, and that you were an actor.”

“That was on our first date! Why didn’t you tell me then?”

But again, you shrugged, at a loss for words. And he could see it in your eyes: that you didn’t understand what was happening, why he was mad, what you had done wrong.

Ben tried to take a few deep breaths, in an attempt to slow down his pounding heart and to clear his head. But it didn’t work well…

“What does it matter, anyway?” you asked, and Ben scoffed in response, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You should have told me…”

“Why? It was ages ago… who cares?”

“I care!” he replied, raising his voice, the announced storm finally reaching the surface, making the air heavy and filled with electricity.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted, keeping your voice low and calm, but it didn’t soothe Ben’s anger.

“I thought… You said you hadn’t watched anything I was in. You lied!”

“I didn’t lie! At the time, you had just finished working on the Punisher, and I hadn’t watched that.”

Four years… that was too long ago, he couldn’t remember the exact words that were spoken. And perhaps you were right. Perhaps you had never claimed to have never watched anything he had been in but were only unaware of the project he was working on at the time. Perhaps he had been the one distorting your words a little. But it didn’t matter. Ben was still angry, even if he might be in the wrong.

Because it meant that… how could he trust you now? How could he know that you were the one? That he he was enough?

“Did you go on a date with me because I’m an actor?”

It was your turn to be hurt, he read it in your eyes.

“What?”

“Did you accept to go on a date with me only because I’m an actor? Just for the clout?”

“How dare you!” you protested, standing up as well, hurt mingling now with anger. “Of course not! Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t know… I’m not sure to know that anymore…”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you went on a date with me, and then became my girlfriend because you… not because of the fame, or the money or…”

“Of course, I didn’t! What’s next, you’re gonna call me a whore and claim I only slept with you for money? I don’t need your money, and I never have!”

“I didn’t say that…”

“You’d better not! Besides, let’s bring your ego down a notch, because you might be talented, but you’re not a superstar either, Ben.”

“No need to be mean.”

“You’re basically saying I’ve slept with you for money! How is that not insulting?”

But Ben was less and less convincing at hiding his hurt behind his anger. Because there were tears at the corners of his angry gaze, and a shakiness in his voice due to a tightened throat; and if he clenched his jaw and fists now, it was to hide the fear that crept within his heart.

Because if you had fantasized on this person he wasn’t… was it what you saw in him? Was it what you saw at the beginning, at least?

Because he thought that he was enough, but then again… was he? Had you fallen in love with him or with the image of him you already liked?

“What about the fantasy of it then? What about that crush on someone I’m not?” he spat, holding onto the rage to hide the fragility he longed to forget.

“What are you even talking about?”

“Was I a fantasy to you?”

“What?!”

“You heard me.”

“What do you mean ‘a fantasy’?”

“Well, I don’t know… Apparently you had a crush on me before we even met! Or, to be more precise, you had a crush on someone I am not.”

He expected you to keep your voice high, maybe to raise your voice even more. But you didn’t. Instead, he was taken aback as you visibly relaxed, as your gaze softened, as you heaved a sigh.

“Ben… what’s wrong? For real?”

“I told you what was wrong! You lied, and now… I don’t even know if this is real anymore. Us. Our whole relationship… we were supposed to get married!”

“Were?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

But he regretted these words as soon as they passed his lips. Because despite his stupid doubts, he loved you with all his heart. You were the one, he knew it.

Why was he pushing you away like this, then?

But you didn’t fall for it, didn’t follow him down this path of anger he was opening for you. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly, and he was so taken aback that he didn’t protest, nor moved away.

“I love you,” you said, your voice soothing again, warm and reassuring, your natural tone. “I love you more than anything. And this has nothing to do with your job, or with whether or not I liked Caspian years ago. I fell in love with you on our seventh date when you got us lost on our way to the beach because you have no sense of direction whatsoever.”

He rolled his eyes, but you weren’t fooled. You could feel the muscles of his back relaxing under your hands.

“I love you, Ben. You know I do. So… what is this all about?”

He shrugged, looking away so you wouldn’t see that he was holding back tears.

How could he say it? That he was terrified all over again that one day you would change your mind. That one day, you wouldn’t think as him being enough…

Because it happened before, but you didn’t really know that. It happened, over and over again. Because people expected him to be someone else, and they fell for his public image at first, for a fictional character, and then they woke up next to him and they just… disappeared. Because disappointment always drove people away.

But this time around, it was different. You were different. You made him feel so safe, so confident, so loved… if you turned up to dismiss him just like the others, Ben wasn’t certain he would be able to overcome it this time around.

But he couldn’t tell you that.

It was okay, though, he didn’t really have to. You read it in his eyes when you caught his gaze for a second before he could look away once more, you noticed it in his clenched jaw and the slight shaking of his hands, you saw it in the fear that he tried to hide still but was painted in every crinkle of his handsome face.

“There’s no need to push me away,” you spoke in the softest voice, and he felt safe all over again. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving. I’m happy with you. And I don’t care about anything but being with you. With the real you. The one waking up way too early on Sundays, and who gets lost everywhere he goes, and always has to make lists for everything, and sings all the time, and cuddles me every morning, and worries about our tickets way too much when we leave for a vacation and… You. Just you. I just want to be with you, Ben. Everything else doesn’t matter. Okay? Do you understand? I don’t need anything more, as long as I can spend my life loving you.”

You could have gone on, but Ben suddenly wrapped his arms around you as well, finally reciprocating your gesture, and he held you tightly, so tightly you could hardly breathe, but you didn’t mind.

You heard him sniffing as he buried his face into your hair, breathed deeply the sweet scent of your shampoo.

He was being ridiculous… this was ridiculous… You were right. You loved him. And he loved you… God, he loved you so damn much, it physically hurt…

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, trying to calm down, anger slowly being replaced by this sense of fragility he was desperate to avoid. “I didn’t… I’m sorry. It was pretty ridiculous, right?”

“It’s okay.”

“I… I guess I had a little… insecurity crisis for a moment.”

“Yeah, I got that. I don’t really understand why though.”

“It’s just… I’m afraid sometimes that people don’t like me as much as they like the idea they have of me. Do you understand?”

Slowly, you nodded, he felt your head moving against his cheek and shoulder.

“I see. But I don’t care about that. I love you for who you are.”

It was his time to nod.

“It’s just… I’m worried sometimes that one day you’ll realize I’m just me, nothing more. And that… I’m not… that I can’t get you more than that. More than me.”

“But you’re everything I need, Ben. You’re enough. You’re so much more than enough, actually.”

Finally, he smiled, grinned even, you felt the gesture against your skin as he pressed his lips to your temple.

“I feel very stupid. I’m sorry,” he apologized in a whisper.

“It’s alright.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not. I think you could have handled that better, but it’s okay. Do you still want to watch a movie with me?”

He chuckled, pulling away just enough to gently hold your face in both his hands, and kiss you for a rather long time. If any trace of anger had remained in your heart, it was fully gone after this loving gesture.

He offered you a grateful smile when you finally opened your eyes again.

“I will always want to watch movies with you, my love. Even when I act like an idiot.”

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Taglist: @reg-arcturus-black @wolfmoonmusic

#ben barnes #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes fanfic #ben barnes oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #writing

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harlowcomehome · 1 year

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Hii! Could you do something with pregnant reader where they’re at jacks family’s house and his family meme hers keep trying to touch readers pregnant stomach and being annoying and persistent

“Don’t touch the belly!”

Jack’s family was persistent in hosting game nigh. They took this very seriously, it was essentially mandatory to attend. You and Jack didn’t mind though, the two of you loved a little friendly competition and honestly enjoyed having something “normal” in your routine.

However, you were in your seventh month of pregnancy, starting to get extremely uncomfortable and irritable. You tried your best to keep it under control, as best as you knew how but these new changes were hard on you. You had a new walk or “waddle” as Jack would say, and that’s how you knew you were significantly bigger then you were just a few weeks prior. Hazel moved around a lot and you and Jack would joke that she was dancing constantly.

Jack had just pulled into your in-laws driveway when he rushed over to your side, “woman, if you don’t let me help you get out of this car” he teased. His car was a little higher up than yours and was basically a jump to get out of. You let out a sigh as he held out his arm for you. “Being pregnant makes me feel like I’m made out of glass” you confessed teary eyed. You knew it was just hormones making you touchy but you had been feeling that way all day.

“No, no. Baby girl…” Jack embraced you in a long hug. He held onto you and swayed back-and-forth as you sniffled into his shoulder. ”shhhh, shhh you’re alright baby” his voice was always so soothing. You sniffled and wiped your eyes, your belly pushing into Jacks. “I’m sorry” you looked up at Jack who had a look of concern on his face. “Sweetheart, we don’t have to be here. We can tell everyone you’re not feeling well. It’s the only time we’ll have a pass to miss game night” he laughed as he followed your facial expression.

“I’ll be okay, I just needed to cry it out” you rubbed on your belly “I’m okay now, promise.” Jack didn’t believe you, not even for a second. “If you feel uncomfortable we can go home, okay?” You nodded as the two of you walked into the house.

“Y/N! Jack!” Your in laws came and gave the two of you a hug, your mother in law touching your belly almost instantly. “You’re looking so beautiful!” She smiled and you did too “Thanks Maggie! I’m feeling the opposite so I appreciate it” you giggled.

Clay and his girlfriend came over to the two of you and her hands immediately met your stomach, catching you off guard. Jack noticed your reaction, shooting Clay a look. “Babe, you need to ask first” Clay laughed awkwardly and you did too. “It’s okay, really” you smiled in her defense. “I’m so sorry” she said embarrassed and you shrugged, taking a seat next to Jack at the table.

“What are we playing today?” You asked trying to break the awkward tension.

Jack leaned over whispering to you “are you alright? I saw your face.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sometimes I just don’t want to be touched” you whispered back and he nodded.

“How far along are you now?” One of Jacks cousins asked and as she was walking over to touch your belly Jack got frustrated “can we focus on anything other than my wife right now? And stop trying to touch her without asking her permission first, thank you.”

You rubbed his thigh “it’s fine, calm down killer” you whispered and he sighed. You smiled knowing he meant well.

“Well it looks like someone is already in protective daddy mode” Maggie laughed breaking the tension.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow imagines #Jack Harlow concepts

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olderthannetfic · 6 months

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Nothing turns me off from a fanfic faster than a fear of emotional sincerity. There's so much irony, so many jokes, so many "ugh that was awkward" "I know right" after scenes that could have been touching had they not just been undermined, and a thorough coating of snark and sarcasm over an alarming number of protagonists. My fandom lends itself well to OCs and I've read some wonderful, one of a kind OCs as a result. I've also read a lot of the above, whatever you'd like to term that sort of story. I find it deeply uninspiring. How am I meant to be interested in a story when the author isn't? How am I supposed to get deeply invested in this thing when we have to punctuate everything with quips? Sometimes I just want a story where not everyone feels like they're saying lines for the movie trailers and memes these fics will never actually get.

There's so much potential out there in the setting for all kinds of characters. I shouldn't be able to take quotes from all of these OCs in all these different roles and have them read in that same irreverent, I-am-quipping-in-the-war-zone tone to such a degree that any line could come from all of them.

And when I mentioned this to a friend they assumed that meant I wanted boring heroes. No. Too much of anything makes that the boring, predictable thing. I want weird. Give me a very sincere hero who is also mildly out of touch with reality and talks to bugs but whose pacifism will not extend to you if you touch his loved ones. Give me a hot grandpa who's too old for snarky shit and wants to hash things out like an adult and relearns how to see the world with wonder in his eyes. Give me a heroine who's neurodivergent and nice and also really good at a handful of things that bring her actual joy instead of snarky cool girl semi-joy. Just. Any break from the latest brunette white cis culturally Christian atheist snarky cool person who always has a line at the ready and doesn't let anything get under their skin no matter how much it would be really weird for it to not matter to them, actually and how completely understandable it would be to let them feel something.

A scene that lives rent free in my head is from a fanfic now deleted, but in which two characters just talk about their trauma and have a quiet moment. The canon character is comforted by the OC without any romantic undertones or intent. Nobody makes any jokes to break the tension. They just have a moment where one person leans on someone else because sometimes life is fucking hard and you just need someone else to tell you they've been there, they managed, you're not alone, they've got you.

Most fics in my fandom don't have that much sincerity in the entire story. And this thing I loved, this fandom I invested six years into, is finally just too dull of a sandbox to play in anymore. I don't like that. Nobody's taking any risks, even one as minor as emotional sincerity in fiction, which is arguably a lot safer a place to do that than reality.

I miss when my fandom was new and the OCs were some of the most baffling people you've ever had described to you with nonetheless well-written backstories going out to do shit they believed in.

Sincerity is terrifying for an author.

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moon-catto · 2 years

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A drabble about CEO!Gojo

Summary: Arranged marriage with CEO!Gojo doesn't always feel painful. Cause we love a faithful Gojo in this household.

Warning: fluff, slightly suggestive.

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"That gala is so unnecessary." You rolled your eyes for the nth time that day after your husband still urges you to accept his proposal of holding a gala to celebrate your promotion as the CFO of the company. His and your company, to be exact.

"Come on! You said you'd do it if I behave well."

"Satoru, you spilled wine on that guy's suit. Is that what you meant by behaving well?" You raised your eyebrows at him and have him whimpered under your stark gaze.

"But he keeps talking to you!"

"I don't see what's wrong with that?"

"You're supposed to focus on me only." He huffed. "Your amazing, handsome, capable, and cute husband, Gojo Satoru."

You made a gag noises and he puckering his lips more. He resembles that sad duckling meme.

"Besides! I've noticed that he's trying to hit on you too." He murmured. Despite being angry, he hold your bag when you offer him because you need to fix your shoes. "Do you think I can just stand by and keep quiet while watching that?"

He's right, though. That man was quite rude, offering you a glass of strong alcoholic beverage that had you dizzy just from the smell. You're lucky Satoru was there to intervene, just to shock you when your husband pouring the whole wine bottle to the rude man with an angelic smile on his face.

"That doesn't mean you can pour him a fricking bottle of wine, Satoru!" You scold him and retrieve your bag from him. "He's the chairman of our partner companies!"

"Don't care." Both of you stopped at the elevator. After the commotion, you and Gojo excused yourself and let Yuuji and Yuuta handle the rest. You're glad they're willing to perform a sudden show in the middle of the chaos when they're supposed to take a break after their concert.

"Satoru!"

He turned to see you. All the teasing and whine from him disappeared and changed into something more... Serious.

You gulped.

"Do you really care about that man?" He leaned closer and you can smell subtle alcohol from his breath.

"... You will be in a difficult... Position if he decided not to invest on us." You continue, feeling yourself shrinking in each passing moment.

"I can invest in our own company and you know that." He turned softer this time when he knows you're worried for him, he brushed the strands of hair behind your ear. "Money isn't a problem to me."

He withdrew and you finally able to breathe again. You forgot that he's a CEO for a reason, he can be intimidating if he chooses to. To be honest, that was kind of... Hot.

You bit your lips. You quickly changed your thoughts at the image of him doing goofy shits instead. That one time he's crying because he fried his instant noodle that is supposed to be served with broth and not fried.

"The instruction is written in Chinese! I don't speak Chinese!"

"Satoru, that's Kanji."

"WAAAAHHH!"

You chuckled at the stupid memory of him keeps wailing at his miserable looking food. He looked so pitiful that you decided to take the matters in your capable hands.

"What are you laughing about." You feel his stare when he guided you to enter the elevator. No one is there besides you both.

You chuckled at his piercing gaze. "Remember that day when you fried your instant chicken noodle soup? It was hilarious."

"I never cook instant ramen, that's why." He puffed his cheeks and glared at you cutely. He keeps switching between cute and hot, you're wondering if he ever gets tired of doing so.

"I see." You hummed in delight when he pressed the floor button where your rooms are. "So..."

"What?"

"Do you want to come over my room to have instant noodle?"

His eyes went wide on your bold words. You're just messing with him but his serious reaction made your cheeks growing warm. "I mean, it's been long since you eat instant nood—"

Before the elevator door is closed, he pulled you towards him. Muffled voices then can be heard from inside the metal box as the elevator slowly ascending to your said floor.

The elevator dings softly and the door opened in the next second.

You get out of the elevator first followed by your husband who is having difficulty to walk straight, his clothes are ruined with his tie hanging off his dress shirt for dear life. Red spots and bite marks can be seen from his chest and your neck.

Your hand tried to erase the smudge from your smeared lipstick before turning to him, his eyes glued to you with a crooked smile on his blushing face. He looks so adorable that you can't help but leaned closer to peck his lips, the apple of his cheeks reddened sweetly.

"... I'll see you in ten." You kissed his cheek, leaving another lipstick stain before walking off to your hotel room.

"... Okay." He watches you walk into your room in a hazy daze, heart beating too quickly in his ribcage. His large palm grazed his red neck, before licking his lips.

"... Sweet."

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#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #gojou x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo satoru imagines #gojo satoru fanfic

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popcornforone · 4 months

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The Winners Circle

A Dieter Bravo Fan Fic

This was in draft form a while, not completed. I’ve always wanted to write Dieter during award season & with Pedro being nominated so much this year it was fitting. Also a huge shout out to @salgal78 she said ahhh I have an idea for a fic for you to write or incorporate & part of it appears in this so thanks my love.

Synopsis: It’s the TV BAFTAS & both you & Dieter are up for awards. Everyone thinks you’re just friends, let’s see if you can convince everyone that’s still the case & not something more.

Word Count: 5800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV (passionate & kinda getting near rough) sex, oral male receiving, established relationship, cream pie, swearing, alcohol, mentions of party & Dieters previous life style, previously friends to lovers, secret relationships, teasing. Public sex, bribery.

Thanks as always for the read peoples it’s really appreciated. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

Your silver heels sit in the corner of the hotel bathroom ready to head to the BAFTA’s. Tonight you are certain will be your night. You are up technically for 5 awards.

Best comedy show

Tv moment of the year

Best comedy actor (twice for your co stars)

& best comedy actress for you

You & your long time writing parter & first love came from nothing & wrote a hit sketch comedy show which has now reached its natural conclusion. You are both finally getting recognition for this & tonight as you walk the red carpet at the Baftas you will be validated. You strap your heels on & make sure your purple dress shimmers & makes you look fantastic. You leave the bathroom of the suite & see your husband sorting out his purple tie in the mirror. His eyes catch you in the reflection, & the (for once) smart Dieter Bravo turns around. His lips part as he sees you.

“Bloody hell” he says looking you up & down. “What happened to my wife & the comfortable leggins & hoddies she wears?”

“Oooh she’s here baby, don’t worry” you walk up to him & sort out his cufflinks for him. His pocket square as well matches the material on your dress. He is also up for two BAFTAS . For best performance In an international tv show & also for tv moment of the year. His death in the crime drama he was in last year got rave reviews & became an instant meme. It’s almost as iconic as Hans Gruber falling from the nakatomi plaza. “You do need to remember though Dieter, that no one even knows we are dating & just assumes we are friends” after confessing your mutual feelings for each other a few weeks ago, you decided not to waste any time & got married 8 weeks later. Only your immediate families & 2 friends each in attendance for the most romantic evening of your lives. You are meant to actually right now be on your honeymoon, but when you both got your award nominations 3 day’s before your nuptials, you postponed it by a few days.

“I will baby, don’t worry, remember I’m good at keeping these kinda secrets” he says with a wink & gets his phone out to take a selfie of you both before you head off to the BAFTAS. separate cars are coming to get you, as you are travelling with the people from your show who are in the rest of the rooms on this floor.

“I know you are, I mean people have seen us on the red carpet together before as friends…” you look longingly into his big brown eyes & this scruffy hair which you insisted he kept for tonight. It means if you can sneak a few minutes with him & you run your hands through it, it won’t look like you have done that. You do also prefer him scruffy. “But your mine now baby”

“& so are you my wife” he kisses you.

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing that husband”

“& I’ll never stop saying it” he smiles back. Click goes his camera as you both hold each other & take a romantic selfie. For your eyes only.

“To the left”

“Looking fabulous”

“Smile”

“How does it feel to be the toast of the awards?”

This is the craziest red carpet you’ve ever been on. There have been some properly famous people walk this in front of you tonight. But you seem to be the person everyone wants to talk to, have a selfie with, be interviewed by. It’s suddenly dawned on you that tonight will change your life. You are being taken seriously & as you pose you get more comfortable & confident in yourself.

“Dieter” a member of the press shouts. Because you’ve been doing so much fan service, interviews & stuff with your colleagues on your show, Dieter has now caught you up on the red carpet. “Pose with her” is shouted & that’s all it takes. Dieter stops his solo geeky pose he’s famous for & because you’ve always posed at events together, it’s not weird to anyone when he pulls you in close around the waist.

“Smile baby” he says as he kisses your hand & smoulders to you & then turns to the world’s photographers.

“I always smile Dieter” you beam at the press. Your hand is squeezing his bum, the cheek nearest to you. He winks at you & leans into your ear.

“Keep doing that…” he whispers seductively “… & you’ll remember tonight for more than the accolades you receive”

“Dieter” you say loudly in shock & suddenly realise people heard you outloud. “Oooh you know how he gets” you play it off & Dieter rolls his eyes. The press know Dieter is know for his slightly risky comments, that’s why he’s celebrity gold for the tabloids. He plays up to his perceived image, but that was just for your ears.

You continue to work the red carpet & eventually make your way into the auditorium & are handed a complimentary glass of champagne & then someone comes to take Dieter to his seat. You knew you weren’t sitting together but right now you wish he was sitting next to you for today. He wasn’t given a plus one & you gave yours to another member of your cast so they could come to this as well.

“Good luck beautiful” he kisses your cheek & is walked into the theatre. It’s only when you walk in that you realise how near the front you & your show are. You also see Dieter sitting about 8 rows back talking to an usher. You sit down next to your Co writer & ex Ciaran.

“So what are you predicting?” He says.

“Two, comedy show & best actor for either you or Pete” you reply.

“Ha” his wife Jess says “you’re always so modest, we all know full well you’re gonna pick up best comedy actress. If you don’t we all boycott the BAFTAs going forward”

“Jess!” You exclaim “you can’t say that while we are actually at the BAFTAs” you tut & roll your eyes & then you & Ciaran say the exact same thing in unisons. “Wait til we’ve at least won one bloody thing” the whole group of you laugh. It’s one of the lines from the show when you talk to others about how inappropriate they are but to do it once that person has left of the thing is over. If you get no other wins tonight this has all made you have a collective laugh.

“To present our first award…” the host goes on, you haven’t checked the program to see what order things are in, you were going to do that during the first award, but then you stop & put the list down & applaud as the words”… Dieter Bravo” are said. The room cheers. Obviously to you & your colleagues & friends they knew he was going to be here, they know your a couple probably the only people in the room that do, but the rest of the room is really enthusiastic too. It’s always good when a big megastar turns up for uk award shows. Out he walks in his charcoal suit, pocket square & tie that highlights the outfit, & he’s got his glasses on. That’s your man right there. He’s yours & you wish he was now sitting next to you to keep you calm tonight.

“Comedy is all about timing, something that’s not my strongest attribute, just ask my friends & how I almost didn’t get to my limo in time.”

“Well we’re a shoe in…”Ciaran whispers to you.

“What?”

“The opening award is for comedy show, Dieters presenting, the world knows your friends, they are doing this for a nice little on stage reunion” Your eyes pop open.

“Ooooh fuck” your hand trembles & Ciaran grabs it like he used to when you were a couple but it doesn’t calm you as it shakes anymore. Proving you work better as writers & friends.

“Breathe, it will be okay” Jess whispers, she has known you both long enough to know that there’s nothing going on between you.

After the little highlight package Dieter announces your tv show the winner & you all cheer & slowly make your way up to the stage. You’ve already made the group decision that the two people who will do this acceptance speech will be Ciaran (because you & Ciarán both know Pete is winning comedy actor) & James the next person with the most input. They all are congratulated by Dieter as they go up to the stage & you are last, & you hug him in a friendly way. You then with the other 4 cast members step back & let James & Ciaran talk& accept the award. You slowly feel Dieters hand go around your waist. You’re still listening to what your friends have to say, but you are suddenly much calmer now that you’re next to your husband.

“Congrats baby” he whispers “my little bafta winner”

“Thanks Dieter, the night is still young.” You’re trying to be professional but the way he just poked his glasses back up his nose has got you desiring him. You then slowly leave Dieters side & quickly leap into the microphone to do one last thank you.

“I know it’s a long night so I’ll be quick but I just want to say James & Ciaran are the reason we are here winning this, because let’s be honest they make us all look funny & you were never going to thank yourselves we’re you.” The room erupts into chuckles & you all leave the stage to do a few small interviews with the press back stage, before returning to watch the awards.

As you predicted earlier Pete wins best comedy actor. His performance as Grumpy Grandpa is going to be remembered long after any of you are relevant anymore. It is harsh on Ciaran & his characters he created. He is the better performer but Grumpy Grandpa is marvellous, mainly because of the way you & Ciaran wrote it. You sit there as the nominees for comedy actress are read out. You hate being recognised, you’re bad at self praise, but this was always a definite nomination as you missed out on a supporting actress bafta for something else last year because it didn’t meet the bbfc guide lines for international work. This year that rules has now been changed due to people protesting towards Bafta.

“& the bafta goes to…” says Nathan who is a tv show judge & currently flavour of the month looks wise in the British press.

He says your name.

You freeze.

You thought this might happen. But that still doesn’t mean it’s a shock to the system to hear your name be read out loud. The room erupts in noise & cheers & you sit there as Ciaran hugs you.

“Oh my fucking god” the room is filled with noise & people congratulating you but it’s all silent as your head trys to process what has just happened. You have a solo bafta. The room is a blur as you make your way to the steps to go & accept the award. But as you reach the stage & Nathan comes to hug you, you just catch a sight out the corner of your eye. Dieter is wiping a tear away a few rows further back. He’s standing up & applauding like everyone else but his eyes are glazed. He’s proud. He’s proud of his wife.

You are brought to an even more surreal reality of winning by a hug from Nathan. He tall dark & handsome even more so in person, smells divine & he gives you a hug.

“Congratulations” he says his eyes dancing “finally” he says & he hands you the BAFTA. Your BAFTA. You don’t need to share this one. It’s just where you’re gonna put it. You almost drop it. It’s so heavy. It doesn’t look it but it really is a weight. You get to the podium & put it on the stand & take a deep breathe.

“Well ladies & gents,I can confirm that Nathan does smell as good as he looks” the room laughs. You’ve broken the ice at the start of your speech. You have a rough idea about who you need to thank but you’ve not written it down. You’re going to speak from the heart & then you properly begin.

“Thank you Bafta. This is incredible. As are my 4 other nominees in this category. It’s hard enough to be a woman in this world anyhow let alone showbiz, but comedy is the hardest job of all so I want to say thank you to my fellow nominees & the women who came before us for giving us this opportunity.” You point & look at the rest of the friends from the show.

“I need to thank my guys & gals from the show, mainly Ciaran for being an amazing writing partner for over a decade & to his amazing wife Jess who let him just after they got married to go spend 10 weeks in a room with his ex & trust us.”more people laugh. “I also want to thank my parents, my brother & his wife & all the friends from the beginning who let me tell them bad jokes for years you are always my inspiration & to my new friends that I have now I’m a big shot apparently” you do quotation marks as you say that. A member of the press who doesn’t write fairly about women when they are successful said that you’d soon be a big shot & it would be the end of your tv show. You’ve waited 3 years to own them back.

“I also want to thank the viewers for sharing our show over the years, you watching meant we could do wilder crazier things, so thanks for the support, but the person I really want to thank is whoever it is who’s listening me right now. Be it a girl a guy a they or an I. I never thought I’d be here, I have always been told nah not today or well try this or be this. I may have changed a little recently but I’m am most me in front of my lap top typing. I may now be a comedian & actress but I am a writer, & my dream was to be recognised for that. So whoever you are out there, keep striving for the dream, be it you want to be a doctor or you want to complete the ironing tonight you’ve got this & I believe in you.” The room applauds & you smile & then you raise your BAFTA in the air & finish your speech. “Thank you so much BAFTA & D I adore you” you make eye contact with Dieter as you say that. You always say to each other that you adore him in public instead of saying you love him & he does the same. It does mean I love you to each other though. The room gives you a standing ovation & you walk off back stage to speak to the press about your well deserved win.

That’s it for your shows win for the night & Dieter doesn’t win either but next comes the after party & dinner. You are nowhere near Dieter for dinner, but you can now text him & you make a point to walk past his table & he does the same to you. Dinner is finished & the party really gets going. A world famous dj is mcing & the music is banging. You’re stood there chatting to Nathan who presented your award earlier, your bafta has been taken to be engraved & will already be at your hotel room when you get there later. It’s been replaced with a glass of champagne.

“Sorry about the comment about how you smelt Nathan, but you always look phenomenal”

“I mean I do judge a beauty show, I have a reputation to live up to”

“As do I with my comedy & ad libs” you both laugh. “But you do smell good” you then smile. Nathan assumes it’s for him but it’s not. Dieter is walking your way behind Nathan with the other judge from Nathan’s Tv show.

“Ahhh Nathan I thought you should meet the rather Dashing Dieter Bravo, he’s interested in having a new suit” Violet says. Nathan turns & sees the look on Dieters face & looks him up & down every detail taken in. Nathan shakes his hand.

“I know me needing a suit? Ironic” Dieter giggles sipping his whiskey, trying to to keep smiling at you. Violet then interjects.

“& congratulations to you, lots of wins today, you created such a wonderful show… have you watched it Dieter?” He almost chokes on his whiskey. He came to set a few days before you were a couple to watch how your show is made. He knows all too well the effort you put into making it.

“Oooh yes I have, I love it, she’s very talented with her hands…” he lingers & then shouts”… at typing” he’s blushing & you just stand there smiling, knowing exactly what he meant.

“I’m sure she is” Nathan winks “Violet let’s go mingle & Dieter you can get my information & I’ll do you a suit fitting” Nathan then shakes his hand again & then hugs you goodbye “I’ll leave you & your other half alone” your face looks a bit shocked as you pull away & look at him. “His face, your eyes & the similar styles & colours on your outfit plus that new glistening ring, I’d say you want some alone time”

“Wow Nathan no one else has clocked”

“Well they are all idiots” & he leaves & Dieter smiles at you before putting his glass down & flinging his arms around you, lifting you up & spinning you around in the air. You do a small scream. People don’t take notice this is what Dieter does to all people, he’s friends with. When your back in your feet he whispers softly.

“Congratulations to my my little miss double bafta winner” he kisses your cheek & you wish you didn’t have to hide your relationship at the moment. You would love the world to know that you are Mrs Bravo.

“Thanks Dieter, sorry you didn’t win”

“Oh but I did, the world wants to speak & be with you but only I get to do that.”

After dancing & networking, you leave the party. Both you & Dieter are now a little bit tipsy & not drunk. A line of limos are waiting outside, so you hold his hand & March him into the back of one of them & ask the drive to go the long way to your hotel.

“Have you had an amazing night my love?” Dieter asks as he tucks your hair behind your ear that’s come down slightly & kisses your neck. Your hand goes straight to his thigh.

“Yes Dieter, one of the best nights of my life”

“Well you deserve it”

“So do youuuuhooooo oooh Dieter” his teeth graze down your neck making you shudder with excitement.”im sorry you didn’t win though”

“Oh no I won, the world wants you for 5minutes ,i have you all to myself” you plunge one of your hands into his whispy hair before he hold you in place & you make out in the back of the limo. You know from experience that these driver keep thing’s professional & don’t over step the mark. But as you stroke his length from above his trousers, you can feel his anticipation building. He’s getting hard with each touch stroke & kiss. He wants you & the way he is sighing means he might cum in his trousers soon, if you don’t help him out.

You grab the intercom & buzz it to the driver.

“Complete disgression which will come with a very generous tip?”

“Of course just let me know when your done, traffic is a nightmare tonight so it might take a…”

“Thank you” Dieter announces & slams the intercom off as he unbuckles his belt.

“Dieter?! That was rude!” You scoff at him he likes it when you a bit moody, it’s a turn on but what’s not a turn on for Dieter. “Sorry he’s drunk” you apologise & then really turn the intercom off.

“I’m not that drunk my love, I’m at the right level” he says “& I hope you give me more than the tip”. He winks & he unzips his toruses & from the inside of his boxers out flops his massive erect penis. You lick your lips in excitement. For years you had heard girls & guys talk about how good Dieters cock was for blow jobs & he’d always said they’d been alright but the first time you took his length inside your mouth he came in seconds. Maybe it was just the idea or desperation for him to claim your mouth but he always repays the favour.

“Oooh my mouth likes to go all in baby.” You kneel on the limo floor & push your hair from your face. You spit on his leaking head. It’s angry & waiting to be welcomed for relief. You look up at him & smile. “All the way?” He stares in disbelief you’ve only done that when you were both high on lsd but you enjoyed it.

“You… you…sss…. You’re sure” he man spreads fully.

“Totally ” you’ve been stroking him for the last few exchanges & know it’s time. Down you go. Not all the way starting with the tip you want to go further down with each bob. You want him to get even more lost in desire the further you go.

“Oooh yesss, oooh fuck baby yes” he loves how your small little mouth which always is so polite, accommodates him. Your tongue lapping around it, how the saliva costs him. He grips the seat in the limo looking down as you take him further inside you.

“Fuck, I have won, you’ve not sucked anyone else tonight off” one hand has moved to his thigh, stroking it. Adding extra tension to him. His hips can’t be constrained as they start to gyrate. You know this is your cue to go deeper.

When he fills your cunt with his penis you wonder how it fits. Therefore you’re always shocked that when it hits the back of your throat that you don’t run out of air. It’s always a mess when you’re finished with him, but damn he always feels so good when you give him oral.

“Oooh baby, more, more, can you go further?” You flutter your eyes at him & nod & his hands go into your hair to encourage your bobbing. “good girl, my fucking good fucking slutty wife” he moans & his hips move & his hands go into your head too. The teasing blow job is now a face fuck. & he is grinding his teeth & snarling in desire. He holds your hair keeping you in place so you don’t Bob & he fucks further down your throat. “Eye contact baby” you reconnect as you stare at your husband. “Fuck oooh fuck” each thrust harder. Your taste buds already tasting some of him. He grips your chin in place so it doesn’t budge. He’s going so hard you’re worried about the mess you will make soon.

You gagging around him. Your nose is in his pubic hair when you reach the base each time. There is no relenting. Dieter is getting everything out in this blow job & his shirt is starting to dampen from sweat from the excitement it’s building up inside him.

“Baby I’m gonna,… gonna cum… so…so…” he growls but due to the change in his rhythm you already knew this. You’d pulled back slightly. You didn’t want to choke when he came, that had happened before, it was not a nice feeling for either of you. So he’s not fully down your throat, as his hips shudder. “Fucking fuck oooh fuck” he screeches & Dieter spills into your mouth. Funky & salty, the ropes of his seed have your taste buds standing to attention. Swallowing every drop. His eyes are closed as his pleasure is complete. He leans back on the limo seat, as you slowly let his penis go & give it a few last licks before taking a napkin to wipe it clean.

“Still tastes like a winner to me baby” you eventually state, swiping your thumb to wipe up a small bit of cum on your lips before softly & seductively licking it clean. You wait til his eyes are open before you do this. He lets out a soft giggle & sigh.

“I’ve slept with countless people who have performed oral on me & yet there’s something about your reflex & the way you slurp that always turns me on more than anyone else.” He helps you back onto the seat of the limo & redresses him bottom half.

“Before or after….”

“Oooh the first time you sucked my cock I was like oooh this, this here is next level.” He smirks rubbing your hair in a hazy state. “Everyone before me must have been idiots…”

“Actually Diets…” you interrupt “you are the only man I’ve ever performed oral on”

“What!?” He’s shocked “this is a joke right” you shake your head.

“On mine & yours life…”

“Then why me… why no other guy before me”

“Because i knew you liked it, expected it & I wanted to return the favour, knowing how legendary the rumours were about your own mouth is at pleasuring cunts”

“Wow” Dieter leans in & deeply kisses you. “Well I appreciate it every time, & I will return the favour of making your clit quiver…” his hand goes under your dress & you feel his hand reach for your knickers, but the limo then stops.

“We’re here” the intercom voice announces.

“Probably best to do this in our hotel room actually, much more room” Dieter then leave a £250 in the back of the limo. “For your discression” he says & he then drag the two of you out of the limo.

You are woken the next morning by a knock at your door. You ignore it at first but then the phone in the room rings. You unhappily wriggle free of Dieters grip, those long muscular arms wrapped around you, not wanting to let go. Eventually you get the phone & gasp, grabbing Dieters Jacket from last night to put on & answer the door, you don’t want to answer it naked. Your face is full of joy as you sign the security forms & take the large black & gold box back into your room. Dieter has stirred at the commotion, your excitement & you slowly pulling yourself away from him.

“Babe?” He asks half asleep as you stand at the table & open the box. His eyes light up when he can see your bum cheeks popping out the bottom of his jacket. You turn your head & smile.

“Morning sexy”

“No your the sexy one in my jacket” Dieter replys with a big stretch before his hand goes under the bed sheet to try & calm his morning erection, but with the way you look that’s not going to happen, it’s just going to have to wait a few minutes.

You stand there & lift up your 2 Baftas which are now engraved with your name show & date.

“They are here,” you put one back in the box as they are both heavy & slide onto the end of the bed & do the thing you’ve always wanted to do if you ever got your hand on one, use it as a face mask. Both you & Dieter laugh at this. Dieter leans to his bedside table & takes a snap of you on his phone.

“For insta later baby”he says with a wink.

“But I’m all but naked Dieter?”

“You don’t need to hide your body beautiful” he’s taken the bafta from you to look at it but he’s clearly distracted. “What time is your tv show press shoot this afternoon?” He asks as he tussles his hair.

“4pm why?”

“Good” he kicks off the bed sheet showing he’s completely naked & aroused, & put the bafta on the bedside table. “We didn’t celebrate enough last night” he pulls you fully onto the bed so that you’re on top of him.

“Who ever said we did?” You smirk leaning your head to his for a sensual kiss. Your hands running through that crazy untamed fluffy hair.

“Oooh sweetheart” the words escape his lips as both your eyes close as the intense kiss continues. His hands go under the jacket caressing your body, making sure you’re in the right place for pleasure to begin. “My winner, my winner at everything” he slowly puts his hand on your behind & lowers you onto his meaty length, the stretch as always extraordinary. He’s so big & you gasp. He lightly pushes his hands into your bum so you start to rock down onto him, pleasure already spreading through your veins, pumping your blood. His hands after a few motions move to help you undo the few jacket buttons you have as he looks up at you as you both slide it from your body, tossing it off the bed.

“You’re so beautiful baby” he moans, his hips already at a good rhythm. He looks up at you as you ride him. Your pelvis rolling to meet his thrusts, as that special place is starting to be hit. His hands grip your hips. Finger marks will be there for a while after this is over. You trail your hand down your body, eventually stopping at your clit, stroking starts slowly but then gets more vigorous. Dieter would usually do this by he’s in a trace as you make oooh fuck noises, & your spare hand squeeze a nipple.

“Fuck Dieter oooh fuck”

“Yea baby like that, I like that, so fucking good” he pants back. “Why is your cunt so addictive?” He’s moving faster you know what he wants.

“Because your the one fucking it” you whine back your hands now on his chest, those hairs so fine but so nice to run your hands through. It gives you both goosebumps.

You then hoover over him & spread your legs a little more knowing full well what will happen when you kiss him next. He slows slightly his body knows it too.

“Fuck my pussy baby” you hold his face & lick it & he grabs your bum firmly. Your lips connect for a really exceptional kiss full of lust, tongues dancing together, faces almost melting into each other. But that’s all he needs. He thrusts, & pumps & is relentless. Hitting the spot every thrust, the motion of him pounding your cunt, has you screeching quickly.

“Oooohhhh fuck fuck fuck oooh yes yes yesssss fuck oooh fuck” are the only words you can say, as your body shakes as you approach your orgasm.

“Best cunt, my cunt” he crys as he bites your bottom lip not wanting your lips to be apart. “Fucking this tight little pussy til you can’t take me baby”

Your sweating & moaning & the blood inside you is boiling with this feverish sex you are having. You grip the pillow as he gently puts his hand around your throat.

“Dont cum yet baby” he asks but you can tell from the creaking bed & the sloppy sensation as he keeps sliding within you, that he knows you can’t hold it for too long. “Tell me baby, what are you”

“A winner”

“No”

“A slut”

“No”

“The best sex of your life”

“Erm… I was after something else”

“Your cum hungry wife” you whine & then open your eyes as his grip around your neck gets tighter.

“That’s it baby, now you can cum mrs Bravo”

“Dieter!!!!!! Ooooh fuck” you clamp the hardest you ever had, your release sends shives to all your never endings as you cum & your body stutters.

“Damn oooh fuck oooh shit ooooh fuckkkkk” Dieter follows suit, filling you up. Your walls coated in his seed a few thrusts later. Satisfying you both. Your sweat drips onto him as you lay on top of him as your softly take him out of you & you hold each other close. You can feel everything drip out of you onto him but neither of you care about the mess after that incredible spontaneous session.

“So” you eventually whisper when you can make a noise, & lift your head. “I’m the best sex of your life?” Dieter blushes.

“Well when you make me lose control, yes you are” he smirks & boops your nose.

“Hmmm it’s a shame you’re not mine…” you say with a pause waiting for a reaction, you both no that no man has got you off as many times as Dieter in the few months you’ve had sex. But he doesn’t for one instant believe you, his happy little face gives you some side eye. “Of course you’re the best sex of my life Diets & you know I am a very good wife”

“Do you think bafta would hand out an award for best sex?” he asks

“No they aren’t coming to watch us”

You say sternly, Dieters had several sex tapes leak.

“Of course not but we’d win hands down baby” he jokes & you rest your head on him again.

“Do you think that’s the only way you’d win a bafta?” You ask

“Nah I’ve got everything I could ever want to win, right here & turns out I didn’t need a prize to validate how much I’m in love with you” his kiss is soft & he rolls on top of you for a much more sensual round, before you have to come to the realisation that your world has changed so much in not just the last 24 hours but the last few weeks & months since you finally got your amazing husband.

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taggedmemes · 4 months

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SENTENCE MEME DUA LIPA / DUA LIPA

in the beginning, god created heaven and earth.

your body is the one paradise that i wanna fly to every day and every night.

i've been sick and tired of running.

these late nights don't mean nothing.

i just wanna apologize.

i need your love.

i need your touch.

this is getting serious.

tell me that it's not the end of us.

how can we go back to the beginning?

without you, i've got no air to breathe.

we can start all over again.

my deep intuition tells me that i'm doing you wrong.

just say you forgive me and don't let me go.

my will keeps bending and breaking.

i wanna die in your love all night.

one taste and i'm hooked on it.

i'm addicted to your light.

he calls me the devil.

i make him want to sin.

it's the darker side of me that makes you feel so numb.

we're hot like hell.

am i the answer to your prayers?

not finished with you yet.

you're not fooling anyone.

come back to me, we can work this out.

i won't let you down and run.

there is nothing i wouldn't do for you.

you got inside my head.

you have got me wrong.

i don't need your love.

i already cried enough.

you say you're sorry, but it's too late now.

i don't give a fuck.

play the victim and switch your position.

i see you begging on your knees.

you're all in the past.

you talk that sweet talk, but i ain't coming back.

you can't tame me.

if you don't like the way i talk, then why am i on your mind?

if we don't fuck this whole thing up, i can blow your mind.

used to think that this love was heaven sent.

are we leaving the garden of eden?

tonight i'm so self-conscious.

nothing's ever perfect in paradise.

don't know what it's worth until you pay the price.

when you bite your tongue does it draw blood?

i would die for you. would you do that for me?

i hurt you and you hurt me.

we did some things that we can never take back.

some things are not meant to last.

let's love like there's no goodbye.

let our bodies say what we can never seem to communicate.

i can't stop thinking about you.

he makes me feel like nobody else.

you know he's only calling because he's drunk and alone.

don't be his friend, you know you're gonna wake up in his bed again.

if you're under him, you ain't getting over him.

i keep pushing forward, but he keeps pulling me backward.

you're the only remedy.

all my bones are begging me to beg for you.

you give me a reason, something to believe in.

it's a bittersweet feeling.

i wish i was there with you.

all my dreams have come true.

last night, my fantasies came true.

it just got complicated.

it's time you started listening.

karma's got a kiss for you.

why are you blaming me for all your insecurities?

you're like a king with a crown looking down.

you should've never done something like that to someone.

i hope that one day you will change.

we're more than machines.

do you feel complete?

you've been telling me some lies.

even though i run away, i still come back.

i know you're bad for me.

me and you together are like a loved up bruise.

i'll make you an offer that you can't refuse.

you won't go breaking my heart.

i guess we're misunderstood.

the heaven's forgave me.

let's be bad, make the devil smile.

i know that you miss me when i'm gone.

i need someone to hold on to.

you're the only thing i know.

close to you, i feel like i'm at home.

we were built to last.

take my hand.

dive in this romance.

we could burn and crash.

it's way too soon to feel so strong.

was it worth it?

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4townlove · 1 year

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Idk if someone has asked this Alr, but could you make an Aaron T fic. doesn’t matter what it is, do what u want!

hello hello dear Anon. today is your lucky day (as well as for all 4townies and Aaron T Stans ) here's something a little romantic and flirty with Aaron T, to kickstart my very late delve into val-day 4Town content. enjoy !

4⭐Town Headcanons: Soft & Sweet Aaron T

"...baby..."

"mmmh?"

"your breath... smells like strawberry mint bubblegum."

"i know. it's good right?" T smirked, and you couldn't resist that smile. crooked and pearly, his eyes dilated as he gazed into your own, his face inches from yours.

"I can't stand you."

"hehehehe! i love you too bubblegum!"

"do not call me-"

"my bubble-bubble-bubblegum baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby...." he sang, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him again, and once again, as always, you melted into his arms.

all day, you and T had stayed in bed, lazing around as the noise of the city chugged outside the french balcony doors of your apartment, talking and laughing at memes and tangling yourself in each other's limbs. you couldnt resist him, and this rare chance to be alone with him and only him made your stomach turn into tickling flutter every time you remembered that you were here with him, that you were his and he was yours.

"tastes just as good too, doesnt it?" Aaron T teased, nudging his nose into your cheek, warm from the blush blooming under your skin.

you rolled your eyes, "would you shut up?"

"you're not denying it though..."

"i'm sure as hell not agreeing either!"

"well..." he huffed, pushing himself up to lean over you, his hands pressed into the pillows either side of your head.

in your dim bedroom, with only the soft warm glow of the lamp on your bedside table making his skin turn to polished bronze and his eyes to liquid gold, it was difficult not to get lost in him.

your smile slowly fades as your breath escaped you, your gaze dropping to his strong body, lean and muscular gold arms on display now that he was down to a tank top, veins lightly pressing up under his skin as he kept himself hovering over you. your heart tripped, then halted all together when your eyes fell to his lips, soft and full, still slightly swollen and rosy from your last round of needy kissing.

Aaron T bit his bottom lip expectantly as he followed your gaze and leaned down a little, his curly brown hair slightly falling over his brow as he muttered, "shall we test that theory? just to be sure? for science or whatever?"

His usual snark was quickly tamed for this tender flirtation that sent your brain fizzing too much to process anything besides trying to breathe. it was all so overwhelming that just as he drew closer, his lips to brushing against yours and he breathed your name, you shuddered and turned away, hiding your burning face in your hands.

T chuckled and lay down again, kissing his way up to your shoulder before muttering into your neck, "awww baby! you're so cute when you're shy."

despite yourself, you turned into his chest and huffed, "you're crazy for making me feel like this... isn't Robaire meant to be the romantic one?"

the faint freckles across the bridge of T's nose arched as he blushed a smile and paused a moment, his hand moving to your side before he confessed, "what can i say... you make me feel confident enough to feel vulnerable enough to be like this with you. i cant... i have to keep my energy up with the guys and everything but with you, i just... i can take a break from the fastlane, yknow? i can breathe for a bit. and turns out breathing is good for you so, if im crazy then, you're pure magic, baby."

your heart stopped at his words and slowly, you lifted your eyes from the warm hollow of his throat to his own.

you can tell from his tender, steady gaze that he was being 100% genuine and that alone made you whole body burn like you were a candle.

T just smiled, warm as the summer sun, and bumped the tip of his rounded nose against yours. "youre still cute, bubblegum." and after hearing you finally giggle at the nickname, T took a breath, before beginning to sing his own part of 4Town's legendary love song just for you. his voice was so soft and sweet that you were sure your heart would burst, but managed to hold it together just enough to listen to him as he sang, " 'Cause you have opened my eyes, and stolen my heart.... you make me believe that... love can be art..."

his gaze met yours again, his eyes illuminated with shimmering light-brown drawn out by the soft nightlight beside him. he blushes a smile, kissed the corner of your mouth and breathed the rest of the lyrics into your skin there, "...and i could never survive a minute apart... you are my...."

his voice trailed off as he suddenly felt how hard your heart was hammering into his chest. T's breath caught in his throat as his eyes fluttered in surprise and possibly slight concern, but you were still, motionless as you gazed at the young man you loved more than anything.

"T..." you exhaled, trembling now.

the young singer's cheeks rouged but slowly, he slid his hand up the side of your neck and cupped your cheek. "Baby..."

and then, the small space between you closed... and your lips met... the kiss deepened as you sank into each other again... and everything, all at once, was perfect.

#turning red #4town #4 town #4*town #4townie #4town aaron t #4town headcanons #4town x reader #4 town x reader #aaron t x reader #aaron t #4 town aaron t #⭐requests #⭐headcanons #⭐from 4townlove

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theoddest1 · 3 months

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the "viv is like j*k*r" anon again!

i actually didn't have anyone *particular* in mind when i spoke about the weirdness of some people being left alone while there's tons of evidence and that there's people who got/get cancelled for the smallest stuff- just the "scenario" in itself. there's just some people wanting to cause drama and they dig stuff up that isn't even necessarily "bad", just questionable maybe. i mean i was an edgy ass "creepypasta teen" so i know first hand what's its like saying stupid sh*t and paying the price for it and learning from it- but bringing that up NOW wouldn't even achieve anything since a) i never said anything hateful, b) i was a child, c) i learned from it and grew as a person and c) what relevance does it have now? i doesn't affect anyone and i know better now than to do it again. but some people would still insist it's important- those types of people/scenarios are what i was talking about- if that makes sense!

Makes complete sense! In fact, it's these sort of callouts that aided in making actual worrisome and bad things found on Viv virtually unknown. I see people bring up the snake bath art Viv made more than her literally bullying and calling a 15 year old nasty for being critical of her work, or her being happy that Dollcreep attempted to take his life, or her openly being happy that her fanbase was harassing someone over a meme, or her uplifting, liking, and following problematic people who make the fandom worse.

But damn, that snake bath art bro, that's where I draw then line/j

Look I get it, that snake bath art is very weird, especially with the fact that Addi would be drawn in more than one sexual scenario with snakes or not, but to make this one of the main things to call Viv out for is wiiild. There's also the pedo character situation. I get it....she's a pedo, and the tag Viv made underneath that photo was weird af, but I have seen people say that her making a character a pedo PERIOD makes HER a pedo which...no. if she would place Mirage in a good light and make it where it's good, that's when I'll agree since placing pedophilia as some good thing and not something gross is batshit, but if they're meant to be a villain and seen as horrible that doesn't automatically make you a pedophile. It just means you made an irredeemable villain. However, her way of treating Mirage was pretty similar to how she treated Valentino sometimes, just more with her personality rather than her horrendous disgusting behavior and gross attraction.

In any case, claims like these are WHY people are even MORE apprehensive against callouts for Viv and muddied the waters, ultimately setting back MANY victims under Viv's name. It's why I HATE these sorts of posts on her. It does more harm than good and makes any victims trying to say their peace look like clout chasers, liars, and have people see them as jealous. Though, of course, people shouldn't shut out valid evidence and criticism all cause some flimsy callout came out, but this is like "the boy who cried wolf." Scream too many times, only for it to be nothing will make it harder for people to take you seriously when something serious actually happened.

#anon ask #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #viv get a grip #vivziepop #vivienne medrano

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captainclervals · 11 months

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honestly what's bothering me around here is not really the lack of literacy itself but the refusal of it, I think if I saw mostly cases of genuine unawareness with an openness to learn it'd be different? but what I'm encountering most often is the deliberate refusal to engage with anything outside of an internet fandom lens and the excuse that people should be free to enjoy something however they want, along with the hostility displayed in those discussions. and yeah if it's not harmful go ahead and enjoy it in a fandom-y way, that is your choice! I'm not here to argue with anyone at all or insist that there's only one proper way to show appreciation of an old book you like

but for me personally it's just agonizing to see the artistry and themes meant to inspire important discussion or introspection Very often ignored in favor of those fandomy things. and hfgjf yeah I know it's tumblr and that's what this is for and if I want academic discussion I should just shut up and download pdfs from google scholar. but also that's not really what I'm saying either, cuz I also enjoy more casual thought and conversation that comes from a love for the source and doesn't have to be structured into a three point essay. I guess it's just frustrating to be autistic about something in a way that I do want to dig deep into symbolic usage and historical/cultural context etc and just saying those words makes me sound pretentious I'm sure but!! man. I just don't find any enjoyment in shipping or modern aus and I know it can be done well and there's some derivative works with a lot of talent but it just does not scratch any itch in my brain especially when that's 95% of the material relating to anything here (not to mention how many ships depict the characters as totally unlike themselves simply to make the ship Work) while themes meant to invoke discussion about things like classism or racism or ableism not only tend to get swept under the rug but those very things get perpetuated through insensitive jokes and memes and even through the focus on certain ships themselves (puts my head in my hands) it's not fun anymore

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onthepyre · 1 month

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Hi June! No.1 for the prompt meme if you feel inspired? 💖

hi calli!! thanks for dropping in <3 this is kind of loosely the "dirtiest white boy in america" period but honestly. fuck if i know. it's sad though

send me a number and ill write something angsty

1 - keeping things from the other to spare their feelings

Sometimes Dad had to bail, Mickey knew. When they were little kids, not smart enough to keep their traps shut, he and Mandy got dragged along, lying in the backseat, her head in his lap. Perks of being the youngest two, Mickey guesses. Seeing Indiana before they turned six. By the time Mom was gone, they were told to keep their heads down and wait it out while Dad fucked off to who-knows-where. It sucked, but it sucked less than having him home. It was tolerable.

When the pigs started sniffing around the Alibi, Dad got itchy. They were just around to "ask questions," but the proximity was enough. He had a bag packed in ten minutes, four loaded handguns tucked under dirty underwear and ratty cutoffs. It was damn near a rampage, but Mickey didn't have the sixth sense his siblings did that told them to get the fuck out of dodge. He didn't even realize the depth of shit he was in until Dad pitched a backpack at him and asked what the fuck he was standing around with his thumb up his ass for.

Arguing was useless. If he ran now, Mickey would be dead when Dad inevitably made it back to Chicago. So he took the backpack and stuffed it with a change of clothes and a handful of knives and cash, tucking his busted flip phone into a wad of underwear. In case he needed it, Mickey told himself. So he could contact Mandy if they were gonna be gone long. Not Ian.

That's what he told himself, at least, but when they were halfway to Dad's buddy's cabin in Minnesota and it slipped out that he was wanted for eight counts of trafficking, when Mickey's throat started to burn, he knew.

A nine hour drive meant sitting next to Dad all night. When they finally, finally made it, got out to stretch their legs deep in the woods, it set in. Mickey was very firmly stuck here, at least for the coming days, nobody to keep him company but Dad and the fucking raccoons.

Just about as soon as they set foot in the cabin, Dad was snoring. Mickey wasn't about to take his chances in the same room, only four feet of space between the twin beds. He crept to the bathroom, locked the door, propped a stepstool against it for good measure. He texted Mandy first, short and to the point: sos in mn.

Then there was the problem of Ian. He had, at best, one message to make sure he'd leave him alone. There was no telling how long it would take Mandy to figure out how the fuck to get him out of this three-room shithole, assuming he wasn't cursed to die in it. Mickey couldn't say nothing. Ian would get antsy, go looking for him. Say something he shouldn't. But he couldn't tell him what was actually happening, either, because he couldn't give Ian that false hope. Couldn't let him stay attached, pine, worry, wait for something that wasn't going to come.

He had to let him get over it like a normal heartbreak. Ian could cry for a week and then find some other South Side street rat to fuck instead, a thought that had Mickey gnawing on his bottom lip to distract from the pit in his stomach. Yeah. That was what he had to do.

cant c u anymore, he wrote. dont txt.

Mickey deleted both messages as soon as they went through. He allowed himself ten seconds to let it sink in. Knuckles pressed into his eyes, sitting on the toilet lit bent double, he sniffled once. Then, after a few shuddering breaths, he opened the door, and thank fuck, Dad was still snoring.

#june's writing #gallavich #prompt fill #terry milkovich #mickey milkovich #tw abuse #angst #i did not mean to go this dramatic with it but i mean. the boys did not have an easy time in their early years #it fits i guess #and i also. didnt know what to do with it #anyway thank you so much calli <3

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otterandterrierwrites · 7 months

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💫 for the song meme. han/leia because I'm in love with how you write them ALLL the time!

I wanna read your mind to know just what I've got in this new thing I've found

Brilliant disguise - Bruce Springsteen

A/N: thank you! 🥺 sorry it took me so long 😅 based on this prompt

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For a split second after the words, she feels out of space and time. Like she has stepped out of the life she's in, and into the life of someone whose biggest problem at the moment is the subtle rejection of the guy she's been hooking up with.

Of course, that's not who she is, and that's so far down her list of problems, it's barely one at all.

'Okay,' she says, a little too brightly because, really, it's fine. 'I understand. I'll see you around?'

She pivots on her heel without waiting for an answer and straightens her vest, doing her best not to look like she's running away but rather aiming for a dignified retreat.

'Hey no, I didn't—wait!' she hears, and his hand wraps over her shoulder before she gets one foot out of the cabin.

'Leia,' he says when she stops and turns back to look at him. There's something about her name coming out of his lips like that, not tumbling out in the so-called throes of passion but said with intent, with his eyes on hers and a look she can't quite decipher, that shakes something loose inside of her.

'I wasn't kickin' you out,' Han says, the corners of his eyes crinkling as if he's trying to puzzle her out.

'You said we didn't have to have sex,' she tells him, in her least annoyed voice—and she is annoyed, because he could at least have told her before she did the trek through the glacial Echo Base corridors. 'What did you want me to hang back for, a friendly game of Dejarik?'

Han blinks. 'Well, if you want...'

She rolls her eyes and begins to turn away again because her patience isn't limitless, but he stops her once more.

'Hang on! I meant it's okay if you just wanted a warm place to sleep tonight,' he says. That was what she told him when she showed up, that she came because her room was freezing. Even for Hoth standards. Then he made a joke about how she was just using him for his body heat. Then she started kissing him and sticking her hands under his shirt. And then he stopped her.

'It ain't a... an expectation, y'know?' he adds now. 'The sex. 'S fine with me if we just, uh, hang out sometimes. If you want.'

Leia stares at him, uncomprehending. No, that's not true. She knows what he's proposing. They are, crudely put, fuck buddies, and they're also friends, and she hangs out plenty more with him than she does with any other rebel even when they're not having sex, but... But. That’s not what he means. There are lines they haven’t crossed, that she said she wouldn’t cross, because this can’t become that kind of relationship. She ought to say no. No thank you, I’m fine with the way things are, it is what it is.

What she says is, ‘Okay, hotshot.’

The smile Han gives her isn’t like the glare of a dozen suns or anything as poetic as that. It’s small and his teeth aren’t even showing. It’s barely more than a diagonal, dimpling the corner of his mouth.

And it’s everything.

'For the record,' Leia says, tamping down an emotion that is even more damning of a self-betrayal than her agreement to something she doesn’t even know yet, 'I didn’t think you expected to have sex with me. I like having sex with you. As in, I wanted to have sex tonight. Want to.'

He laughs, even as he’s puffing up his chest, and Leia lets him pull her into his arms. ‘Well, that’s a kriffin’ relief, sweetheart.’

‘Do you need that in writing?’ she teases, levelling a serious look at him, her hands pressed flat against his chest. ‘Shall I give my explicit and enthusiastic consent before you take off my clothes? Do I have to—’

Han kisses her before she can come up with anything else and, afterwards, she stays.

#asks #sonicenvy #hanleia #han x leia #han solo #leia organa #star wars fanfiction #ficlet #rated T #period: preesb #2023 #bruce springsteen x hanleia yeah babyyy #it did come up on shuffle!#of my hanleia playlist ofc

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darethshirl · 6 months

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soooo you know how when it comes to ask memes, normal people reblog the list and wait for others to send them asks? well. im not normal. I did THE ENTIRE LIST from here because… I’m mad with power? I guess? also I really really need to put some effort into characterising my poor bg3 ocs. and yep thats ocs plural!! I made a durge and didn’t bother to make a post for her here. so!! introductions!!

Cassiopeia, she/her. High Elf with the Noble background, Wild Magic Sorcerer. Chaotic Evil. Self-possessed with a calm outward demenour that belies her ruthlessness. Power-hungry (as is her right!!) and uncaring of how many people die in pursuit of her goals. Classy and graceful. Snooty. Loyal only to her friends and family, and she doesn’t have that many friends or family. Drawn to danger, and surprisingly cavalier about taking risks. But then again, why shouldn’t she be? She rarely faces consequences, and what her money can’t fix, her magic does.

Rin, she/they. Wood Elf, Spore Druid. Durge who resists! She’s been fascinated with death and decay ever since she was a little kid, and has been shunned as a weirdo ever since. Generally a quiet person who keeps to themself, she finds the beauty in everything, even the grotesque. But while she respects and appreciates death, she doesn’t actually like doing the killing… She’s only in act 1 so far but already she’s drowning in guilt and confusion. She’s not having a very good time at the moment, if she’s being honest. :(

(and yes theyre both romancing astarion 🤡 who else)

anyway!! let’s go! also I’m tagging @fadedsweater, @effelants, @roguelioness, @korcariiwitch and @potatowitch to do this too if they want to (yes the entire list if you have the strength!! I dare you!!) and any other hidden bg3 mutuals/followers I might have 👀

what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

Cassiopeia: Like a subtle spritz of jasmine perfume, just enough to notice but not to overwhelm. After a tenday she… still smells exactly the same, since she uses prestidigitation with impunity. No need to show any flaws when you can hide it all with magic!

Rin: Like grass and the faintest whiff of decay. After a tenday add some stale sweat, mud, and the metallic tinge of old blood.

what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Cassiopeia: Sweet and rich after a lifetime of good meals, with an aftermath of something tingly from her Wild Magic.

Rin: Her healthy lifestyle leaves her blood clear and refreshing, with an imperceptible fungal bitterness if she’s forgotten to dismiss her Spore form.

how would they kiss their LI?

Cassiopeia: In public? Proper and sweet little pecks. 😌 In private? She gets Bitey 😈

Rin: Whether in public or in private, she kisses the exact same way: arms around Astarion’s neck, eyes closed, with all her focus.

how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

Cassiopeia: She actually plonks down and falls into the Elf Trance pretty easily, so both she and Astarion are usually side by side in that meditation pose like weirdos 😂 Sometimes Astarion spoons her from behind in his sleep tho. She doesn’t mind.

Rin: Oh, she doesn’t sleep 🙃 Too dangerous. When she’s too exhausted to resist she basically curls into a tense tiny ball of a fetal position. She usually asks Astarion to watch over her in case she "sleepwalks" again, so he’s gotten into the habit of keeping a hand on her back.

what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Cassiopeia: Always sets her tent by the shade. Sorry, did I say sets her tent? I meant her Mage Hands set her tent (she gets two cause she’s a sorcerer, Gale, and if that’s not proof sorcerers are the superior class she doesn’t know what IS.) She keeps the materials light and breezy, since she can always use her magic to warm the inside up if she needs to.

Rin: Under a tree OR next to a boulder OR under a tree and surrounded by boulders. The more closed-in and cozier the better. Also she genuinely doesn’t mind mud, so she might volunteer for the spot if no one else wants it.

if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

Cassiopeia: oooh this is a fun question 👀 I’d say her colour scheme is light blue ooor white/gold, so she gets a custom set made of lapis lazuli, and an opal one as back-up. All made with real gemstones, of course.

Rin: A set made of wood. She carved it herself!

do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

Cassiopeia: No. Collecting things is for children.

Rin: She likes picking up cool rocks :) hasn’t had the time to look for any lately tho :(

if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

Cassiopeia: Ooooh definitely in the Gale’n’Astarion club. She waits for Gale to finish his verbal analysis essay only to respond with “I disagree.” She offers no further comment. Also she and Astarion like to make fun of any character making stupid decisions… according to them, of course.

Rin: She doesn’t actually like to read lol. She knows how to, she just… doesn’t really find it that fun, and it makes her head hurt if she reads too long. She doesn’t mind if someone reads out loud to her tho, and Wyll is usually the only willing to do it, so… trashy romance education, here we go!

if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Cassiopeia: It’s got to be Gale lol. Though really, he’s the one getting all up in a huff when Cassiopeia is surprised human wizards are actually good at magic. She’s chill. She’s not even picking a fight, she’s just stating that humans study magic for less time than elves so naturally they’re worse at being a wizard. That’s just common sense!

Rin: No one really. She’s too sad and quiet to pick arguments.

do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

Cassiopeia: Speak With Dead baybeee 😎😎 She looks super cool doing it. Also fuck them dead people, they’ve got no rights.

Rin: As a druid she’s more or less obligated to cast Speak With Animals from the moment she wakes up. Just in case!!

what are their thoughts on clowns?

Cassiopeia: Pathetic. Unfunny. Food for the uncultured masses. If all clowns died out overnight nothing of value would be lost.

Rin: Clowns are fun! :) It’s always nice to bring some joy and laughter into the world.

their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Cassiopeia: “Okay but how rich do you really think she is?? Like patriar rich? Richer?? Also do you think she’s killed any of her servants. Like she seems the type to blast one with magic when displeased. Okay place your bets on how many servants she’s killed, starting bet is 500gp.”

Rin: “Hey, are they… okay…? They doesn’t look okay. 😐 I'm pretty sure they cried themself to sleep last night.”

what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Cassiopeia: Astarion’s mean comments never fail to make her laugh. She has a restrained and surprisingly low laugh, coyly covering her mouth out of habit even when she’s in private.

Rin: She doesn’t have much to laugh about these days, but when something does surprise a laugh out of her it’s always full-bodied and earnest, making her eyes crinkle.

do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

Cassiopeia: She and Astarion share Looks ™ when the rest of the team is being too goody-goody. Also when they’re mocking an npc without bothering to open their mouths. Tadpole-to-tadpole communication baby!

Rin: She’s a bit too stressed with all the amnesia and accidental killing to make any jokes, inside or otherwise.

what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

Cassiopeia: Expensive, silky garments, tailor-made. The quality is unimpeachable. Might not be the best idea to traverse the wilderness in them, though.

Rin: Rough but sturdy homespun clothes. These were build to last. Ignore the suspiciously blood-like stain, that’s just spore residue. Probably.

what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Cassiopeia: The only thing smoother than this satin is the skin underneath it. For a classy, intimate night out.

Rin: Utilitarian but comfortable. A small R is hand-stitched at the back.

how do they celebrate their birthday?

Cassiopeia: Throws a huge and lavish full-day party with hundreds of guests at her mansion, with paid entertainment and vast amounts of alcohol. She swans around in her Designer Clothes (Faerun Edition) for like an hour before she fucks off somewhere private to do the fun drugs. And maybe bang someone. It’s her birthday, after all.

Rin: She doesn’t actually know when her birthday is 🙃 And even if she did the rest of her Circle wouldn’t really care.

what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Cassiopeia: askjdh okay I think she’d binge Succession and COMPLETELY miss the entire point of it 😂😂 Logan is like legit her favourite character and she hates the kids, she finds them annoying and frustrating. Like, just stop failing!! Just be smart and competent, and then your dad will love you! How hard can it be, jesus!

Rin: oh man her life is so sad that I think she’d curl up in bed and watch a sitcom like a zombie all day long. She just needs those few hits of laughter serotonin to give her strength, you know? 🥺 I haven’t watched enough sitcoms to choose one for her, maybe Friends?? She seems like she’d like Friends. Ross is her favourite.

do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I DO NOT 😭😭😭 I HAVE FAILED AS AN OC CREATOR LMAO. maybe if i ever make some I’ll come back here and edit it but lets be real im not gonna do that lol. thats not how i operate. i just put all the songs on my humongous unorgonised Favourite list and then never open that list ever again

if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Cassiopeia: Carrying things is for the plebs, darling. You might get a golden ring or two though, if you’re lucky.

Rin: Healing potions, some botany ingredients, also random daggers she keeps picking up and forgetting to sell. Don't think too hard about it.

#ask meme #my oc #bg3

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bro-atz · 4 months

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1024UB CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME

word count: 2.4k

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San was doing his best. He was really trying to get his head into the dates. He wanted to enjoy his dates with Iseul, but every time they went out, San just spaced out. No matter what they were doing, San felt absolutely nothing. No butterflies, no anxiety, no excitement— nothing. It wasn’t that Iseul repulsed him or anything, but he felt like he was forcing himself to enjoy the dates. He liked the dates, but it just didn’t feel right with Iseul. He wondered if there was something wrong with him. Did he lose the ability to have feelings? He didn’t feel numb, but he didn’t feel mentally present.

He couldn’t help but think if he was lying to himself when he had that crush on Iseul. He thought to how he felt when he first had a crush on her, but it must’ve been so long ago because he just couldn’t remember any of it. He would look at her face and think about how objectively pretty she was, but his heart would not beat faster. His heart was pretty static.

Was he lying when he told Iseul he liked her? Was he lying to himself about liking anyone? Was he the group sociopath destined to never love anyone? He overthought everything about himself and his life on his dates with Iseul. For instance, he was on his third date with her, and his mind was anywhere but there.

They were at a coffee shop— not Ze Cafe as they were still testing the waters with their relationship— to get coffee and chat. That should have been simple for him. It was just grabbing coffee and talking; but no, he overcomplicated it. He tried to make this seem like a bigger deal than it was. It was a date for crying out loud. There should have been more feelings than his annoyance at his overthinking.

She was pretty much talking for the two of them while his brain was somewhere in the clouds. What happened to the way he liked her voice? The little laugh she had at the end of every joke? San was thinking about the girl in front of him but he couldn’t even hold onto any of the things she brought up— he knows that she said something about the lab, Yunho, Gyuri— wait, Gyuri?

“Sorry, can you repeat what you said? I didn’t catch it,” he asked her.

“I could tell you weren’t,” she responded with a sigh. “Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, why?”

“You spaced out. Tell me what’s wrong,” she put her hand on his.

Normally, the places she touched would tingle and he would feel like he was burning up under her touch. Nothing happened when she touched him this time, or the past two dates, or even when he confessed.

“You’re spacing out again,” she sighed.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I’ve just been stressed with classes—”

“Choi San, don’t lie to me.”

San was completely taken aback. He looked at her, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised. He couldn’t really decipher the look on her face— she wasn’t angry, but she looked stern, like she was a teacher and he was failing class.

“I just want you to honestly tell me what’s going on,” she said softly, her hand no longer resting on his.

“Nothing’s going on…”

Iseul sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “San, we may have only gone on three dates, but we’ve been friends for a long time before that. You’re not acting like yourself. You keep spacing out, and not just today, but the other two times we went out, too. When you told me you liked me, it didn’t feel like you were saying it.”

“What do you mean? Of course I was the one who said it. Who else was there last night?”

“Why did you take that literally—” Iseul cut herself off to stifle a laugh. “I meant it sounded like you were saying it with your head, not your heart.”

The best way San could describe himself in that moment was the spinning Mr. Krabs meme. Iseul really hit the nail on the head. He’d been overthinking literally everything, even this. How did she know him so well? She knew him better than he knew himself, and he also barely knew anything about her. You would think that he would know her after being friends with her for almost four years, but clearly, that was not the case. Why didn’t he know anything about her? What the hell was wrong with him?

“Oy, Earth to San,” she waved in his face and snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts once more.

“Sorry…”

“I’m not mad, San. I just want to know what’s going on so I can help you. Be honest with me.”

“Honestly? …Honestly I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Clearly— I mean, huh?” Iseul caught herself.

San looked at her skeptically before continuing. “It’s true that I did like you, like I had a crush on you. I liked you for so long, too, but I think after Bora came into the picture, things changed.”

“How did Bora change how you feel about me…? Oh my God, don’t tell me you like Bora!”

“What?! No!”

“Then why’d you bring her up?” Iseul looked completely and utterly confused.

“Timeline wise! I can’t tell you what month and day it was that things shifted because I honestly don’t know when they did, but what I do know is that post-Bora, my heart changed before my brain did, which is why I keep overthinking everything,” San explained to the best of his ability.

Then, the weirdest thing happened: Iseul smiled at him. He basically admitted to her that he had no feelings for her, and here she was smiling? It was so weird, until she said, “You have no idea how happy I am that you’re being honest with me.”

“Why do you say that?” San was trying really hard to not be weirded out.

“I feel like I’m finally talking to the San I knew again. The past three dates, I felt like I was dating some random guy, not someone I knew. It was so weird, and a little uncomfortable.”

That made sense to San, but he still responded, “Ow, okay.”

“No, no, I’m not calling you weird or uncomfortable! I’m saying that if a relationship is supposed to work out, then the beginning of it shouldn’t feel like a giant question mark. You should be able to be in the moment, not somewhere off in la la land.”

For the first time in a while, San felt his emotions return. Everything made sense for him. He was forcing himself to go on these dates because liking Iseul was all he thought he knew. Relief overcame him, and he actually smiled. It wasn’t a forced smile or anything, either; he was genuinely smiling. Things were starting to fall into place.

“Iseul, I love you.”

“…Romantically or platonically?”

“Platonically. You really, wow, just… the words aren’t coming to me right now, but thank you. You are such an amazing person, and I’m so glad I got the chance to have a crush on you and go on dates with you. You’re right, though. It’s not fair to either of us if we force ourselves to be in this relationship.”

“I’m glad I could help!”

The two smiled at each other, and there was a brief wave of relief that seemed to overcome both of them. Then, San suddenly realized, “Wait, I hope you’re okay. I’m sorry I can’t feel the same way—”

“Don’t worry. I didn’t catch feelings like that, especially because of how detached you were,” Iseul laughed. Still, her laugh didn’t make his heart fly like it used to, but it did make him happy.

The two shared a couple more laughs before leaving the coffee shop. They were going to head back to 1024UB together, but Iseul got a phone call from Yunho saying he fucked up the control group data or something like that. Iseul huffed as she said bye to San and ran away to the lab. San took a deep breath— he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He couldn’t help but have a skip in his step as he went back to 1024UB.

He did the craziest thing on his way back— he realized he hadn’t talked to Gyuri properly in a couple weeks, especially after he started going out with Iseul. He thought back to the night Gyuri got really drunk and cried for Seonghwa in his arms. He thought about how he felt, and he felt his chest tighten. Deep down, he knew that he was starting to feel different about Gyuri, but he didn’t know what kind of feelings those were until he talked to Iseul. So, he decided to call Gyuri to catch up on conversations and intimacy. Kissing Iseul didn’t do it for him, but the thought of kissing Gyuri? He could feel his blood rush through his body.

The phone rang twice before she picked up. San could hear Gyuri panting, which honesty alarmed him— he didn’t think Gyuri would pick up in the middle of having sex, but the noise on her end made him think she was.

“Hello?” she answered breathlessly.

“Hey, what are you up to right now?”

“I’m at the gym.”

Relief washed through his body. Thank God— but why was he thanking God? For the fact that she didn’t pick up in the middle of sex or that she wasn’t having sex with someone else? San shook his head to stop himself from overthinking again. “Oh…” he felt so stupid with that response.

“Why’d you call? I thought you were on a date with Iseul?”

“Yunho fucked something up again,” technically he wasn’t lying to her; he was only telling her part of the truth.

“Of course he did.”

“Anyway, meet me on the roof when you’re done. I want to start a new anime,” he said, hoping she’d get the hint.

The line was quiet for a second— he couldn’t even hear her breathing. “…Okay. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way up there.”

“Okay. See you.”

“Bye.”

San didn’t run home, but he did walk a little faster than usual. He got home and considered changing. He wasn’t wearing anything particularly fancy, just a standard “boyfriend look” with an oversized tee and ripped jeans. His hair was styled a little, though, so he messed it up a little while looking in the mirror. He could physically feel his heart beating in his chest. San was definitely putting in a little more effort for Gyuri than he had for Iseul. Right before leaving his apartment, he grabbed a couple of soju bottles, then he made his way up to the roof.

There was a cool breeze in the air when he got to the roof. He set the bottles on a table and sat on that table as he waited for Gyuri. He didn’t know how long she was going to take, nor did he really care. As long as she was going to meet him on the roof, he was fine. He sat and stared at the stars for God knows how long— he didn’t want to check his phone. He didn’t want to see if Gyuri texted him.

San heard the door to the roof open. He turned to see Gyuri standing there with her hair slightly wet. She was wearing bike shorts and a long sleeve shirt, something so minimal, but she looked amazing to him at that moment. San hopped off the table and walked towards her as she stood there mildly confused.

“Hey, what happened? Why did you…” she trailed off as he got closer.

He pinned her against the door and locked it, his eyes gazing into hers. His heart was beating faster by the second, and a small smile crept onto his face as one hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her in, the other cupping her face softly. He brought his lips to hers slowly, tenderly; and he felt it. The butterflies swarmed through his stomach all the way up to his chest. He couldn’t stop kissing her— he didn’t want to stop. He wanted this feeling to last for as long as possible. He wanted her to make him feel like the world was rotating too fast and that he had to hold onto her to keep steady.

He pulled away, leaving Gyuri speechless. She tried to get a word out, but San didn’t give her the opportunity to let her speak. He wanted to hear her voice, yes, but not yet. All he wanted was her pressed against him. He never lost his feelings— he just left them with Gyuri after that night she cried in his arms, after he saw her at her most vulnerable. He tried to deny his feelings by dating Iseul, but that was never going to work. Now, he was just mad that he wasted all that time ignoring how he really felt.

San didn’t dare say a word to her about his feelings, though. He just kept kissing her, the same way she had that night. He was happy that she was kissing back, that her hands were pressed against his chest and the back of his neck. Every moment that he took a second to let the two of them breathe, she would try to talk, and he would interrupt her with a chain of kisses.

During one of those chains, he carried her to the turfed area on the roof and laid her down gently. He hovered above her and looked at her, taking every part of her in. It was Gyuri. It was definitely Gyuri.

“San, wh—”

He interrupted her with another kiss. “Don’t say anything.”

Without a second to waste, San’s lips trailed down her neck, leaving light kisses as he went. His impatient hands pulled her shirt off and slipped her pants off, leaving her wearing only her underwear. Her face was bright red as he kept exploring her body like he’d never explored it before. He loved the look on her face. It only made his heart beat faster.

Just as he requested, Gyuri didn’t utter another word, and she also suppressed her moans as San had his way with her on the roof, the stars shining brightly above them.

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