#It’s sad!!!! It’s sad!!!!!! You can only prepare so much for inevitability!!!!!!!!!!

[circuscountdowns]

Narinder saying that he’d gladly witness the lamb’s fall but shedding a tear as he ends his life to be together with them much later… Augh :(

hehehe. you got it

#🤭 #They’re all so normal. I’m normal when characters are immortal. #It’s sad!!!! It’s sad!!!!!! You can only prepare so much for inevitability!!!!!!!!!! #oh boy did the one who waits wait. #HE KEPT HIS PROMISE OKAY.

[simplyreveries]

uhmm hii so i’ve mever requested something before so just ignore this if you like! uhm i’ve been watching violet evergarden recently and had this thought for a while maybe Jade and Rook (separately) as a servant for a Princess reader?? like the reader is a bit bratty and gets irritated easily and stuff? but she’s actually very nice?? soo she’s in a arranged marriage with some dude?? (you can pick a character for that or it can remain anonymous if you want) and the reader is sad because it means she’ll have to get separated from Rook/Jade since technically they don’t belong to her and belong to the the royal palace instead so uhm rook and jade comforting reader and stuff because the reader actually likes them and doesn’t want to be separated from them? kinda like in that one episode. if you dont want to do this it’s fine! you can just ignore it.

oml ive heard of that anime, but the only one with royalty themes ive watched was "snow white with red hair".. zen stole my heart when i was 11 hehehe

jade leech

jade is someone that loves snark honestly, he finds your attitude so entertaining and amusing to him. he only believed that you were just all bark and no bite, anyways. he always had a feeling that you were hopelessly into him as he is to you (even if jades loves more.. intensely than others..!) jade never seemed discouraged and upset when you would act all irritable and annoyed with him, jade would only give you a pleasant smile and ask you what else you needed.

an arrangement for your marriage was something that he was prepared to have come at some point, it's sort of the inevitable- also considering that you never once had given any kind of suitors presented to you the time of day. he would chuckle at that behavior and only warn you that this would make matters harder for you.

your tears were definitely a sight to see as you don't share this part of you often, nevertheless he'll be ever so calm and collected when by your side, placing one of his gloved hand on the small of your back in a comforting manner.

rest assured about the situation; I feel like jade wouldn't feel worried about it and tell you that you really shouldn't either. not to worry a single bit. I mean, who's to say something couldn't happen to this prince you're betrothed to?

rook hunt

he... is devoted to you so much that any comment or mean remark towards him does not bother him one bit, you could say it goes in one ear and out the other. rook feels as if it's the greatest privilege to serve someone such as you, he lives to serve beauty after all. assisting and being with you throughout your day is simply a dream come true for rook. you can't blame him for falling hard, can you??

when he sees you crying it breaks his heart--! at first, he was a bit surprised with wide eyes since you're rarely ever so vulnerable around him like this, he quickly was kneeling at your side pleading to know what the matter was with you.

rook feels lie it's a story, the bittersweet ones he reads about; forbidden love, oh his heart hurts! he'll take your hands into his and try his best to give you the most comforting words. though inside he does feel a sense of strange joy-- only to hear from your mouth that you do reciprocate his feelings. like jade, rook is intense and he always claims he's completely and utterly loyal to you as your servant. he'll practically do anything to ensure you priority is first. it's just so perfect that its him.

#twst imagines #disney twst #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #jade x reader #rook x reader #jade leech x reader #rook hunt x reader #royalty au

[reminiscingtonight]

Closure

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Something soft I wrote last night. Posting early because we gotta celebrate that Arsenal win somehow, right?

[WOSO Masterlist]

She looks beautiful. Despite everything that’s happened, she still looks beautiful.

You’re sitting at the same table, no doubt because Keira wants her two best friends by her side on such a special day, but still, you can’t help but wish she sat you anywhere else but here. All night Leah’s been looking your way, not hiding the sadness and longing whenever your eyes meet. You try to distract yourself with Georgia’s random musings, but even she can’t compete with the magnetic call of Leah’s gaze.

“You should talk to her.”

You’re quick to shake your head. You took it as a win that the blonde hadn’t followed the two of you to the open bar. “She doesn’t want to talk to me, trust me.”

Georgia sighs, picking at the napkin in front of her. “The two of you are obviously still torn up about the whole break up. Just go talk to each other and make up.”

“I’m pretty sure Kei and Luce would rather we not. They don’t need us causing a scene on their special day.”

It was a long time coming, Keira and Lucy’s wedding. You had months to prepare yourself for the inevitable run in you were going to have with Leah, but it still didn’t help when you finally laid eyes upon the blonde.

The two of you had been together for what seemed like forever. You met for the first time during a youth camp eons ago, relationship building as the years passed by. By the time you signed your first senior contract with Arsenal, Leah had already asked and taken you out on a couple dates.

Leah bled red and white, a gooner through and through, it was almost fitting that you were the exact same. The two of you stayed together through all the ups and downs of both your club and national careers. When you won the Euros, you were sure nothing could beat that feeling. 

And then Barcelona reached out.

You were elated. Leah… not so much.

Looking back at it now, the month between winning the Euros and the start of the new season was marred with countless arguments and fights.

Leah didn’t want you to leave. “We have a life here together. You can’t just throw it away.”

“I’m not throwing anything away, Leah. It’s Barcelona. It’s… it’s a dream. One that I want to take with you by my side.”

Breaking up was the last thing you wanted.

Somewhere it gets lost in translation. 

“If you go, that’s it.” The words are spoken in the quiet of your bedroom, Leah staring at the ceiling, biting back her tears.

You have to fight the urge to hold her. To tell her what you know she wants to hear. “I love you. I will always love you. Please don’t make me choose between my career and you.”

In the end she makes the decision for you.

The night you fly out, you press a shaky kiss against the side of her head. “I love you. I’ll call you when I land.”

Leah doesn’t pick up.

A day later she deletes all traces of you from her social media accounts.

The box full of your things arrives midway through the next week.

It’s an abrupt end to a story you never thought you’d have to close.

You try calling the first couple weeks. Each time your calls go straight to voicemail, but you tell her about your time in the city, the girls you play with, how much you miss her. 

The one time your call goes through, Leah interrupts you before you have a chance to say anything. “I wish you never loved me. And that I never loved you.”

She hangs up before you can answer.

It feels like a dagger to the heart when you catch a story of Leah at a party, wrapped around another woman. Tabloids run wild the next couple days, pictures of Leah locking lips with the mysterious girl splashed all throughout the internet.

Injuries prevent you from attending the next couple of camps. The only time you end up putting on the England jersey is the one time Leah’s out with one of her own. 

It almost seems as if karma’s mocking you for leaving your home for the unknown. 

It’s Georgia’s soft nudge that has you breaking out of your thoughts. You realize with a start that Leah’s making her way towards the two of you.

“Hi.” She sounds breathless. A little nervous. Your heart still flutters at the sound of her voice.

“I’m just gonna…” Georgia makes a jerking motion with her hand, quickly departing before you can stop her.

You’re left staring after your friend, silently cursing her out in your head.

Neither of you say anything as Leah gingerly takes a seat next to you. You can feel her staring at the side of your head, but you keep your eyes down, focused on the drink in your hand.

“I think it’s stupid, but I can’t stop thinking that it should be us out there right now.”

All at once your muscles feel stiff. There’s unshed tears pricking your eyes, because truth is, you can’t help but think the same. 

The two of you had been together for close to a decade. Your friends always joked that the two of you would be the first to get married, but you and Leah were happy where you were, still feeling a bit too young to tie the knot. The two of you had talked about it, agreeing to wait until later, until you had a firmer grip on life, on your football careers.

But here you are now, a little past your mid-twenties, alone, wishing more than anything you could go back to those early days. Those days when you still had Leah and could call her yours.

You chance a look up, but Leah’s looking off into the distance, staring wistfully at Keira and Lucy who are in the middle of their first dance.

“Our best friends are getting married, and I should be happy for them, but all I can think about is how that should’ve been us. That should’ve been us standing up there, saying our vows. That should’ve been us slipping on those rings, following through on forever.”

When she finally looks back at you, you can see the watery sheen in her eyes. 

“Leah,” you whisper, hand darting forward to wipe at a tear before it can make its way down her cheek. Leah all but leans into your hand, eyes slipping closed at the familiar feeling.

“Do you regret this? Us?”

It breaks your heart a bit to hear the vulnerability in her voice. Leah’s quiet, expression a bit pained, as if you hold all the power in fixing or shattering her heart.

Your hand slips from her cheek, and Leah’s face turns panicked for a moment. At least until it drops to her collar. You avoid her eyes as you fix up the crookedness of her jacket.

“I’ve done a lot of things that I regret. But loving you,” you pause, finally lifting your eyes to meet Leah’s. “Loving you is something I’ll never regret doing.”

And it’s the truth. All the fights, all the arguments, you’ll never regret a single moment you’ve ever had with her. Because through all the bad, you still had the good. You still had the memories of Leah chasing you around the house, tackling you onto the bed with a giggle. You still had the memories of Leah cuddled up next to you, pointing out all the trashy things about the rom-com you’re watching, though she stays because she knows they’re your favorite type of film. You still had the memories of nervously padding up and down the halls, of Leah screaming and jumping into your arms when the two of you get your first senior call ups, when Leah gets asked to be captain, when the two of you make the Euros roster.

You have the firsts and lasts, though you didn’t know the lasts would be the lasts when they happened, but every moment you’ve had with Leah is special in their own ways. You would never regret a single moment of calling her yours.

“I hear Barcelona’s nice this time of year.”

The question is there. Silent and hidden, but there.

You nod, not able to stop the soft smile on your face. Leah’s looking a little bashful right now, hand brushing against yours, not quite daring to hold them quite yet.

When you walk back to your table, a new drink in tow, you do so with your arms brushing each other’s, pinkies gently hooked in the space between. Nothing can be fixed with just a couple words, but for the first time since you left home, your heart feels full, knowing that there’s still a chance. The book hasn’t fully closed yet, and you’d do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #engwnt x reader #engwnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

[jester089]

I’d love some readerxTADC charachter sickfics :)?

Bed ridden

I am back at writing again. At least for now. Requests are still closed until I finish all or at least most of the ones I got while I was gone.

Also you didn't specify if you wanted like fluff. So I just went with what first came to mind. Sick TADC Crew x Sick Reader (Both variants)

Caine (Receiving)

Caine getting sick is rare at best. When he does the whole circus suffers. Even just a cough is awful, every time he coughs the entire area around him stutters and glitches misplacing everything. Because of this whenever he's sick he tends to self isolate not wanting to cause trouble for the others. Now depending on how comfortable he is with you, you'll have varying accessibility. If he's really comfortable you essentially have easy access to any and everything in the circus. This includes his room and office. Sadly their isn't much you can do to help him get better faster, but he really appreciates just having you there. If you really want to help, keep the circus from burning down during his short absence. And give him some handmade soup, the sentimentality and love in it helps him feel better. At least mentally, which speeds up his physical recovery. Do be warned when giving him the soup don't get to close to him. If their is something strong enough to get Caine sick it will most likely kill you.

Caine (Giving)

He as has been mentioned doesn't really understand humans, and by extension their physical ailments. That is why all his adventures are so rough on everyone. Despite that sickness is one of the few things he does understand, only really because their is a digital version of it. Just explain to him that you have a virus (even if it's not) and he'll get the gist. Best at comfort, can and will get you everything you want while your sick. And he doesn't get sick easily so you will get the same amount of attention and affection as before with minimal repercussions at worst. Caine is always loud, and isn't exactly gentle with anyone or thing, so make sure to tell him the things you need to get better. Like quiet, dark, a specific type of food that usually helps. Ask and it's yours, but you have to ask. Or he wont know. Don't ask him to cook for you though, cause I promise you it will either come out burned or so badly seasoned that it isn't even edible. And your recovering body needs meals to get better faster or at all. When you are sick Caine can get a little protective. Usually he trust you and lets you do what you want, you're an adult after all. But when your sick you seem so fragile to him. So no leaving your room, 3 meals if not more a day, more water then your body actually needs, and if he catches you out of bed when you aren't going to the bathroom he can and will force you back. He's a little much and little forceful, but you'll get better faster when he's around. And he'll do his best, he just needs some guidance.

Gangle (Receiving)

A sick Gangle is a sad Gangle. She's pretty pushover-ish usually. But when she's sick she just takes abuse because she already feels awful. So until she's feeling better be prepared to be a live-in maid and a body guard. Sick Gangle is a lot like a wet noodle. Just her mask alone has enough weight to make her fall over when sick so try and keep her in her room and in her bed, for her sake. Do be warned that the chance of Gangle getting you sick is literally 100%. Cuddles make her feel a whole lot better, so she constantly wines at you wanting you to lay with her. And she can and will crawl out of her bed and after you if you deny her to many times. We both know you aren't gonna say no to pathetic sick wet noodle Gangle. She'll wrap around you in a hold so light you can't even feel it and just fall asleep on you. That's how her being sick usually goes. And when you eventually but inevitably get sick she'll take care of you just as you did her.

Gangle (Giving)

I don't even have to say it, but I will. Gangle got you sick. End of story. And she's still recovering from her sickness. So you being sick usually just ends up with you two being bed ridden. But on the bright side it's literal 24/7 cuddles. I mean I doubt she'll let you so much as roll over without her. She's clingy, but you know you love her. And she loves you. Now if you're sick and she isn't she'll do her best to take care of you. She doesn't know how to cook or anything. But she'll make sure you always have water and your bed is clean-ish. And she'll stay with you. If you're sick and stuck in bed then she's stuck in the room you are. Basically if one of you gets sick, both of you get sick. Just a common cold can turn into something so much worse with Gangle. She doesn't try to she just doesn't like being away from you too long, especially when your weak like this. It's gross and not pleasant to live sure. But hey, both of your immune systems get really really strong every time one of you gets sick. And if sharing goopy nasty sick times together isn't love I don't know what is.

Zooble (Receiving)

Zooble strikes me as the kind of person who knows a concerning amount about just about every sickness in existence. Sadly all that knowledge doesn't help her much here. This is a digital sickness, it doesn't exist in the real world. Despite that she can most definitely feel her way through it using what she does know. All you have to do is listen to her, and if it's really bad interpret what her half mumbled ramblings mean. With her help, and your love and care she'll be feeling better in no time. Zooble is short fused and irritable at the best of times. She tries to hold off with you cause she really does care about you. But when her body is what feels like 300* and her brain is fuzzy she can't control what comes out of her mouth. So if she says so hurtful things just try not to hold it against her and talk with her about it when she's feeling better. And I guarantee she didn't mean it. She just feels like she's about to melt. Have you ever been sick while made out of digital plastic? I didn't think so. So try and cut her some slack.

Zooble (Giving)

As aforementioned I feel like Zooble knows a lot about sicknesses. And again that doesn't help much here. But it gives her a really good base to work with. Honestly though being sick with her feels a lot like boot camp. She doesn't let you get up unless you need the bathroom, pills can and will be taken on time, gross but incredibly healthy foods and drinks will be given and she expects you plate to be clean, an overwhelming amount of heat that puts your body through hell, and she doesn't get within 6 feet of you unless it's dropping something off for you in which case she's only close for a moment. It'll be awful, trust me it will. But you will get better so unreasonably quick. With her there you could get over something like the flu in a day, maybe two. And once you are feeling better she softens up a lot. Once you are no longer sick (be her standards) she will be really soft with you. Gentle hand holding and hugs. Sleepy cuddles. Tasty but unhealthy food. Movie nights. And her going out of her way to be verbally nice. She knows that you were already suffering, and she made it worse even if she was helping. So she's going to treat you for a while. Give it like a week and she'll be back to normal. Unless you basically beg her in which it'll last a little longer. Only a little. She can't let her reputation and a cold person be tarnished. And giving someone a gentle forehead kiss in public really tarnishes that.

Kinger (Receiving)

When Kinger is sick all he really wants is to sleep. No matter where he is he'll be out. It is your job my dear Reader to get him to the safety of one of your rooms. Cause out in the open he is an easy target for Jax. Once he is safe and sound in one of your rooms he feels more cozy and will probably wake up. His hands float so you two can still hold hands and do basic affection without risk of you getting sick. Kinger wont never get you sick, I promise you that. He will literally shove you away from him. He has already lost a lot in this place and he isn't going to risking you. So keep some distance while caring for him. For his sake cause it stresses him out a lot when you get to close. Also keep a washcloth on hand, he strikes me as the kind of person who when sick wants a hot body but a cold forehead. Once he's feeling better he will probably ask you to join him in resting, total rainy day vibes despite it never raining in the circus. Just a relaxing, cold, and dark room to chill in. He can and will start crying when you fall asleep with him then and there. You stayed with him this whole time. He's just so happy to have you around and with him.

Kinger (Giving)

Kinger is amazing at comfort, but doesn't really know what he's doing with sicknesses. He's been in the digital circus so long he's actually forgoten how to be a human. He'll do the basics like water and soup but past that he's lost. So he does what he knows and remembers, plus whatever you tell him you need/want. He makes wherever your staying so cozy. If he can't put your body at peace he can at least put your mind at peace. Coldish and dark room, one of his hands linked with yours another rubbing gentle circles into your back. If he sees you having a bad dream he'll gently kiss your forehead or place something cold on it to help. If you ever seem to be in pain he'll just talk, about nothing really. He'll talk so you have something to focus on besides the pain. Spouting random facts about a cool bug he saw that reminded him of you, about Jax's latest "prank", about how much he loves you. And if you really want him to he will join you in bed. He knows he's probably going to get sick because of it. But he just wants you to feel comfortable. He isn't forceful in the least too. If you tell him you need something or that something usually helps he'll trust you. Just for his sake don't do to much cause it will worry him. 10/10. Has no idea what he's doing but he cares so much and it shows.

Ragatha (Receiving)

Ragatha doesn't get sick often. She used to when she first got here. But always putting herself in danger or risk to help others has made her tough in many ways. When she does get sick it's going to hit her hard. All she wants from you is to know you're there, and that you still love her despite this. She wont let you get to close, she's infected and she doesn't want you to be. The best you can do for her is keep distance and keep reassuring her you love her. Just like Caine I don't recommend getting to close because things that can get her sick are a really strong. And for f#$% sake keep Jax away from her. She's a tough one though and will try to get out of bed way to early. It is up to you to keep her in bed and care for her. She can be really stubborn, and this is a case where that is awful to deal with. Just give her love, but from a distance. That's all she wants, all she needs and she'll get better quick. And when she is better she will thank you so many times for taking care of her. Secret between friends this is the ideal time to fluster her. Just a quick kiss on her hand or in between the eyes and she'll turn beet red.

Ragatha (Giving)

She goes full mom when you're sick. Don't get me wrong she's usually the mom friend. But when your sick she is just mom. She'll tuck you in, fluff your pillow, get you water but put some flavoring in it so it goes down easier, exclusively speak to you in a soft voice, brushing a hand or hands through your hair, will full on punch someone if they try something while your sick. You know, typical mom stuff. Ok but actually beware her punches. They hit like a truck. Just like Caine she gets a little, protective. And she babies you. It can be annoying. But it does also help, makes you feel safe and cared for. She's sit by your bed reading you something and fall asleep still in the chair. Her poor back... Do ragdolls have backpain? Can and will keep you in bed a day or two extra just to be sure. She isn't taking any chances. Also she kind of enjoys being able to take care of you like this. Overall pretty good. She helps and makes it a bit easier to get through, but also makes you feel like a child.

Jax (Receiving)

The little s&#$ would without a doubt use you being sick and weak to "prank" you. He took you outside to "Get some fresh air" as he called it then shoved you into the digital lake and walked off not caring if your drowned. When you come back soggy and now inside feeling even worse he'll laugh at you. He's a real d%#$head and you not being able to defend yourself makes it so much more fun for him. I mean why do you think he mainly picks on Gangle. Eventually though he will soften up, a little. He still isn't going to do anything fancy but he'll give you some water and snacks and make sure no one bothers you. Once you start feeling better I can see it going two ways. 1. Softer Jax: Helps you get better and apologizes for the whole lake thing. He'll be a bit nicer for a few days to try and make up for it. He does genuinely feel bad. He's trying to be nicer to you cause he loves you. 2. More cannon Jax: You don't get better for much longer. He put something in the food and water so you don't truly get better. You just start to feel slightly better so you get hopeful before you feel 100x worse. And to make things better he can and will laugh at pathetic sick you.

Jax (Giving)

As you all know I don't think he deserves someone to take care of him while sick. Despite this actual me would probably still take care of him. I'm to caring for my own good. When Jax gets sick he hides it and tries to ignore it, going through his days like normal. Which of course leads even the most basic sicknesses to be awful on him. He'll full on try and fight you when you try and help him. It's going to be hard but try and get him some sleep, and water. It will be really rough. But it is possible. The hardest part by far is getting him in bed, past that it's pretty easy. He fights it till he realizes how comfy his bed is, and how tired he is. After that it's just like taking care of anyone else, besides all the rude comments flung at you. Once he's up and making people's days worse again he wont thank you. And he doesn't now and never will say it. But he does appretiate what you do for him. "I'll take it easy on em..... For a week.... That's definitely too much, they get a day."

Pomni (Receiving)

When Pomni is sick she just collapses, usually on you. The clearest sign that she's feeling awful sickness or not is when she wanders around looking for you. When she finds you she kind of just flops onto you not saying anything. She much like Gangle wants you close while she's sick but wont outright say it. She's more of a rolls out of bed falling onto the floor with a loud thump making you think she broke something. Then when you pick her up worried she just snuggles into you acting like she didn't just fall out of bed face first... She still gets flustered and all being so close to you but when she's sick it doesn't really register. She just likes being near you, and will definitely fall asleep on you. She has so many worries and it always on the verge of another breakdown, but when she's sick she can't think even if she wanted to. All that matters is here and now. And here and now you two are cuddling. So she's happy.

Pomni (Giving)

Oh no. She is going to panic. Bad. "Sicknesses are common in the real world. But what about here! Are you dying?! ARE YOU ABSTRACTING?!" She doesn't know what is truly going on, what's going to happen, or how to help. So just do your best to calm her down and explain it's like a normal sickness, just digital. Once she understands that she calms down, a little. She's still stressed but isn't full on freaking out anymore. And she will start actually helping. She isn't super educated on this subject but she knows basic stuff. With Pomni is when it will feel the most like normal, like real life. Just taking it slow, letting your body do what it needs. Her checking in every now and again to see how your doing. It's nice in a way. Once you start feeling better she's going to start visiting/checking in more. It was hard for her being in a room with you when you can't even make conversation, made her anxiety flare up. But once you can talk regularly or at least close to it again things will return to just about how they were before. She will be ever so slightly more clingy for a few days afterwards though. You're such an anchor for her in this place and she got so used to you. But they you couldn't help her and she had to help you. Made her realize just how much you mean to her, how much you do for her.

(First request back. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm so tired. But I'll try and do another before I go to bed. And for future reference please try to trim out a character or two cause writing all that is a lot. Or at least specify if you want Reader the one sick or the character. Thank you!)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #kinger x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

[raina-at]

In Vino Veritas

Sherlock remembers having heard this somewhere, that wine brings out the truth.

He doesn't know if that's remotely true, but it does seem to have brought out something.

Moments ago, John's hand was on his knee, and the soft firelight painted him golden and warm. Moments ago, Sherlock felt all the ridiculous affection he has for John well up in his heart and spill over. Moments ago, he smiled and put his hand over John's.

Things got a bit blurry, after that, and now...

Now John is straddling him in his chair, John's hands are buried in his hair and they're kissing. Snogging, really. There's lots of tongue, and it's sloppy and imperfect and Sherlock wants to die, it's so good. John feels absolutely divine pressed up against Sherlock, and Sherlock lets his hands wander all over John's back. John tastes of whisky and desire, of forbidden fruit and every long-denied sensory pleasure.

John tastes of whisky.

John is drunk.

Sherlock is drunk.

Sherlock pulls back and pushes John away. "Stop."

John pulls away and Sherlock can see him blink himself back to reality. He looks at Sherlock, messed up and mussed from kissing and devastated. "I'm sorry," he mutters. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I know you don't... I don't know what I was thinking."

"You're drunk," Sherlock points out. "And so am I."

"I'm sorry," John says again, looking at Sherlock with such sadness, such heartbreak. "I'm sorry, I know you don't do this, it'll never happen again, I'm-"

Sherlock puts a finger over his lips. "You're drunk," he says, softly, because he can't let John go on thinking that Sherlock doesn't want this. He wants this more than his next breath. But he wants it to be real, and not just some drunken lark. "You're engaged. I can't..."

The expression on John's face is difficult to read, but his smile is soft and delicate and lovely. "And what if I wasn't? What if I was single, and stone cold sober and came back and kissed you again?"

Sherlock swallows, meeting John's hungry, hopeful eyes. "Then..." he says, leans up and presses one soft kiss to John's lips.

John smiles. "I have to go now."

*-*

Sherlock has a monstrous headache. He fell asleep on the sofa, in his clothes, and he doesn't quite remember everything that happened last night. But he does remember John kissing him. Or him kissing John. He's a bit fuzzy on the details. But he remembers hands in his hair and hungry eyes on his, and he remembers telling John he won't take John drunk and horny. He'll only take him sober and fully aware of what he's doing.

He makes himself tea and toast and drinks about a litre of water. Then he sits in his chair and contemplates his life choices. He doesn't feel very good about most of them right now.

The door to 221 opens and closes.

Sherlock would recognise John's tread on these stairs if he was deaf, blind and stupid. Well, he feels pretty damned stupid right now, but there's nothing wrong with his senses whatsoever.

He stands up, prepares himself for the inevitable. A gentle rejection, a plea to forget this ever happened. Or an angry accusation, a demand never to speak to John again.

There's a knock on the door. Tentative and hesitant.

"Come in," Sherlock says roughly, his voice not entirely recovered from the dehydration of the alcohol. At least that's the reason he gives himself for how unsteady his voice is.

John opens the door. He looks at Sherlock, an unreadable expression on his face. He takes a step closer. Another step. Another, until he stands right in front of Sherlock.

"So what were the criteria again?" he says, with a small, hopeful smile. "Single, and sober, and here?"

Sherlock feels his lips stretch into a smile as he feels the knot of anxiety in his stomach dissolve into relief and happiness. "Something like that."

"And what did you promise me in return?" John asks, his smile now tender and happy and positively glowing.

"This," Sherlock says, and leans down for a kiss.

Thank you so much @calaisreno for the tag and the prompt. Thank you so much for giving us prompts and writing lovely, beautiful, brilliant ficlets every day. 😍😍😍

PS I kind of hate myself for not doing a "It's a truth universally acknowledged" beginning, but I do owe you all two ficlets (I skipped two days), so I think I'll do a bonus one with extra fluffy Bakers.

Tagging a few people: @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @jrow @peanitbear @meetinginsamarra @thetimemoves @catlock-holmes @discordantwords @topsyturvy-turtely @helloliriels @fluffbyday-smutbynight and anyone else who wants to play.

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic #my fic #may prompts #truth

[bau-drabbles]

good days

a/n: toxic spencer(?), sad angst, no happy ending, rushed as always!!! 💞

too soon, i spoke

it was hard to see him, lately. you didn't think you could ever feel this way with spencer, not once could you anticipate this feeling. he was the first thing to come to mind whenever someone mentioned love, he was the first person you talked about when people mentioned your person. he was everything and more you could've ever wanted in a man. strong, kind, compassionate and intelligent. no one else simply could compare.

but recently he'd been so absorbed with work and paired with all the trauma that had happened to him it was natural and inevitable he was getting a bit distant with you. and still, not once did you complain. no, you played the part of a doting loving partner even when it almost killed you. even when your team looked at you with worry, still you forced a smile on your face and reassured them all was well. this was natural, this was him processing his emotions and you'd do everything to make it better.

even when he shouted, even when he was silent, you took it all. you should've never had to, he should've been grown enough to communicate since it was something he always did. but you figured if you stuck it out, kept going because it was bound to end. there would be light at the end of the tunnel surely, your salvation would come soon, all you had to do was be patient enough to receive it.

you be heavy in my mind

but then days trickled into weeks and soon enough it had been a month and his mood was still the same as it was before. unpleasant and insufferable.

you quickly come to realise that you can't take his pain away, not when you realise you are the very cause of it. he doesn't explicitly what's wrong with him but then he never was good at doing that. he never was good at sharing his feelings and thoughts, preferring to bottle them until it shattered or until he was forced to say.

it wasn't as if you didn't try. you had talked and even pleaded him to say what had been nothing him but every conversation was simply shut down or he stormed off not wanting to deal with the confrontation. and it hurt more than you could've possibly imagined, the love of your life was pulling away from you and there wasn't a thing you could do to stop it. work had become a distraction and now you looked forward to the busy days and long nights, anything to keep you distracted from your crumbling relationship with him. anything to stop the thoughts spiralling out of control

can you get the heck out?

but it was hard when you both worked the same profession and were also colleagues. nothing could've prepared you for how petty and how childish he acted. you know he's gotten closer with others more than you, you can see how his dimpled smile lights up his face when he talks to emily, jj or morgan.

but still your heart holds out hope that he was spencer reid. he was your spencer, the man who held you with so much adoration. the man who rambled about his little facts, eagerly explaining and telling you the meaning behind every single one. the man who surprised you with flowers every friday, who marked and memorised every special occasion no matter what. he was spencer reid, and he was yours. this was just a phase, everything was bound to get better again.

only no matter how many times you try and persuade yourself the same things you're not so sure you both can get by this.

he's working by his desk and for a minute, you wonder going up and greeting him. it hurts you with just how much he's at ease with jj and morgan, how he chuckles and writes away on the files, the frown lines are gone. your heart shatters when he doesn't even look your way.

his laugh calls out to you like a siren, even when your heart feels like shattering and splintering, he still manages to puncture holes in your resolve. you still find a soft sad smile on your lips whenever he laughs. even through the hurt and the pain, there's happiness for him that lays in your aching heart. even when you want to cry and scream, a warm feeling remains close by at how happy he looks.

i need rest now, got me bummed out

the walls that you and reid had so painstakingly chipped away were beginning to form again, it was so obvious and yet he couldn't care. he couldn't bring himself to even acknowledge you some times let alone talk.

but you're snapped out of your thoughts when morgan calls your name, finding his smile to be welcoming after the last miserable weeks with reid. and soon most of your team is sitting by your desk, eagerly chatting away their weekend plans. it's much more easier to nod and smile than to explain you'd be living the same pitiful weekend routine for the last month.

and then he comes by, holding a few files in his arms. darkness swirls around his stoic form, flowing like mist on a cool morning. he silently adjusted the cuff on his sleeve before looking at you with clear intense eyes. a frigidity he wasn't even aware of iced his gaze and froze his jaw and perhaps you could appreciate the beauty that was him if he wasn't so cold. how his curly hair managed to fall so perfectly across his face, how his eyes were a kaleidoscope of beautiful colours, how you could simply look at him for a second and find everything little thing about him endearing.

but as he stares at you, you resist the urge to tremble under his gaze. every muscle in his face created a perfectly crafted message, he wasn't one to be trifled with. and you had certainly lost your privilege to pretend otherwise. the words simply die on your tongue as he watches you, much like the feelings he held for you

looking at him now, you're not sure what you thought you knew about him. every moment shared together, every kiss planted on your skin, everytime your fingers interlaced, every time he promised, all of it seemed like a daze. all of it seemed like a mirage, an illusion your mind had come conjured up to prevent you from seeing the cracks there.

you forget however, that cracks fester and grow, no matter how one tries to hide them, they will continue to rot the foundation. they are penetrative, able to crumble even the most strongest of walls.

your best friend, your beautiful boyfriend, your heart and soul, standing opposite you and all you can see is the cracks in him. where once you had tried to fill with love and being more than you were, it all proved to be unsuccessful. you were y/n, you were never going to live up to his ideal woman.

and that hurt more than any fantasy your mind could ever conjure up

i've been on my empty mind shit

everything was going worse, you didn't think spencer could ever introduce you to new lows but then again parts of you could argue that you never really knew him.

even at home, there seems to be this division almost. he doesn't come to you and you stay out of his way, that's the way it's been for weeks and you hate it with every part of you. his face is rigid and stone cold, he doesn't even eat with you at the dining table he excitedly chose out when you first shared this apartment. gone are the times where you'd both be in this bubble of happiness, baking together while he lazily pulled you to his chest and peppering kisses to your forehead. both of you dancing so gently with the beat of the soft music playing in the background.

there's no movie nights either, no more evening spent bundled up in his arms as you both watch a documentary about the latest thing you were interested in and him being unable to stop looking at you with love and happiness. there's no more soft moments during the day, both of you in a comfortable silence as you go through case files but feeling his hand or leg touch up on you.

he always had a special habit of constantly touching you and it's one thing you've missed so greatly, so inexplicably it almost reduces you to tears. spencer usually wasn't much for physical contact but he couldn't let you go if his life depended on it, he always constantly had to be touching you in some ways. and at first he was embarrassed at how touchstarved he truly was but you never once made him feel bad about it. in fact, you'd always encourage it from him. you seemed his comfort just as much as he needed yours.

but he simply stopped touching you, backed away as if he simply couldn't stand you. there were no hugs and kisses, no more cuddling and snuggling in bed. no more running his hands across your body and face as he plants the sweetest kisses upon your skin. your spencer has gone and in his place is a man you don't recognise anymore

i try to keep from losin' the rest of me

the moment of solace when first waking up, and everything that had ever gone wrong evaporates for a few seconds. it's your way of trying to find peace in those fleeting moments, dreaming of a world where you and reid are side by side laughing and having fun like you once did. yearning for when he used to dote upon you as if you were the most precious thing he could ever have, cherishing you as though you were his only one.

every morning it's the same and it aches even more when the moment ends and reality comes crashing down and once again, you're left to pick up the pieces he's broken. you sleep in the guest bed now, and every morning when you open your eyes you expect to see his frame sleeping soundly beside you. his curly hair a cute mess upon his forehead, his arms cocooned around you encasing you tight within his chest and the blanket. and when the vision fades away, the tears falling on your cheeks it's a cold reminder that he knows the pain he's causing you, he simply doesn't care about it.

you can hear him stir awake in your bedroom, it physically hurts when you see just at how unbothered he seems. while parts of your sanity rips away every day being away from his love, he seems so calm and collected. you both get ready in separate rooms now. he doesn't ask you to fix his crooked tie or help tame down the front curls. he also doesn't help you with your work outfit, giving you gentle pecks as you both sleepily get ready for the day ahead. it's even come to the point of taking two different cars to work, the awkward silence had become too unbearable and you couldn't handle him acting as if you were a plague to mankind anymore so you made your won way to work.

he certainly didn't seem to be affected by it, he arrived to work and got to his desk reading over the previous case files. whenever you entered the precinct, his head didn't even look your way. he was so good at making you feel so miserable and alone, you wonder how he was ever capable of loving. you wonder how he was ever capable of making you feel like you were on top of the world and then making it spin on its axis with a click of his fingers. you gave him your all and in return, all he ever gave you was pain and sadness.

i worry that i wasted the best of me on you, baby

the team forced everyone to go out tonight after a particularly rough case and for once, you didn't fight them. what was the worst that could possible happen anyway, your relationship with the person you loved wholeheartedly was slowly shattering and there wasn't a thing you could do about it.

the night was young and after staying at the bar, a handsome man walks up to you. for once you find yourself in a comfortable conversation with someone who actually wants to engage and speak with you about your interest and passion. it'd been so long since you actually received this attention from your actual boyfriend, you didn't even realise how much time had passed and you still chatted and laughed with him.

but as you lean on your hand, you can feel a pair of eyes almost burn into you and slowly you look to the side. his face is blank and yet his hazel eyes are pained, so much so you can practically drown within them. your heart feels like it's dropped to the darkest depths of the world and you hate how much you want to hold him tight, be there for him, even when he's done nothing but cause you pain. love shouldn't be this difficult, it didn't need to be this much anguish and so much sleepless nights wondering if it was all worth it.

but spencer reid was the man of your dreams, someone you thought would be forever. he promised you he would be. he promised to always be there, to be the one to take away your pain never the one to be the reason for it.

as much as you desperately want to run to him, your feet stay planted on the floor beside the stranger. not moving an inch away.

his eyes look so hurt, a slight frown as he looks away for a second and then back at you. but you just look at him, a moment of sadness crossing your eyes before you wear the facade you've become an expert at crafting back on again. it simply wasn't your job to pick up the pieces, not anymore. your eyes connect for just a brief moment once more, everything you wish you could've ever said rolls off of you in waves

i loved you, i loved you, i loved you-

"c'mon sweetheart" you let the man take you away by your hand, walking straight past your lover without so much as a second glance. his gaze burns holes into your skin, you can feel it from all the distance growing in between you both as your feet stray further and further away. every step, your heart begs to run back to the same arms that have rejected you. every second spent away, your body aches to be held and kissed with the same sweet lips that adored you back then. but you don't give in this time.

no, he broke you and in response, you watched him break.

so you continue walking, hand in hand with another. for how could you lose someone that never loved you? how could keep something that was never yours?

but you don't care

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid x reader angst #spencer reid x y/n

[avoxrising]

Let’s Put on a Show - one shot (Hunger Games)

Ok so I’ve literally never written fan fiction before so don’t hate me if this sucks but I’ve been laughing at this prompt for days and just had to write it.

Content warnings (18+ age restriction) - heavy smut, public sex, orgy, hella kinky, slight cannon divergence, vague references of prostitution (sold in the Capitol), cursing, f/f and f/m

Synopsis - you are the female Victor from district 9 that is reaped for the Quarter Quell. After you won your games a few years ago, you have become quite close with your fellow victors, and you all have a plan to put on a show during the 75th games 👀

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When Snow announced that victors were to be reaped for the 75th games, you were all pissed to say the least. You had become quite close with a lot of your fellow victors since you won the games a few years ago at the ripe age of 16. Unfortunately, you had been put into a certain line of work in the capital, like many of your fellow victors, and you had hoped that would be the worst of it. I mean it can get possibly worse than that right?

Nope! You were very wrong as now you are most definitely being sent back into the arena. Unfortunately, you are the only living female victor in district 9 and as such, your name will be the only one in the reaping bowl. Although, you’re sure that even if there were 100 names in that bowl you would still be chosen. You hadn’t exactly been complicit with Snow’s demands and so you knew exactly the reason why he was sending you back into the arena. In fact, this whole “reap the victors” theme wasn’t totally a surprise either. After Katniss and Peeta pulled their little stunt in the last games the districts were getting ready to rebel and Snow had to punish them in someway. He might as well punish the rest of us while he gets a chance.

Your train comes to a stop in the Capital as you and your district partner, Leach, prepare to disembark. You and Leach had never been particularly close due to the large gap in your age, however, he had been a mentor to you during your games. Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t last long in the arena as he was practically pushing 60, but you wished the best for him nonetheless. As district 9 was closer to the Capital than some of the other districts, you arrived to the tribute center late at night. Around noon the next morning, you would need to start preparing for the tribute parade, but until then you had a chance to visit some of your friends who were also unfortunately reaped. That fact was inevitable, as essentially all of your friends at this point are fellow victors, many of whom also were the only names in their bowls.

“Y/N!!!” Johanna yelled as you raced towards her through the lobby.

“Johanna I missed you so much,” you said as you pulled your best friend into a hug. Johanna wasn’t a hugger but she tolerated them from you.

“Who else is here?” you asked.

“Gloss, Cashmere, and those assholes from 2,” Johanna said sarcastically. You both laughed until you remember why you were all there. Giving Johanna a sad look, you knew this week would mark the final days with your friends.

“Breakfast tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah loser see you down here at 9,” Johanna smirked as she walked off to find Blight, her district partner.

The next morning, you were pleased to see Johanna joined by Finnick, Mags, Cashmere and Gloss at the downstairs café at 9 o’clock sharp. Your group wasn’t one to be punctual, but the gravity of the situation weighed on all of you and your group cherished every minute you had left together.

You were greeted by smiles and hugs as you said hi to all your friends, sitting next to Johanna and Mags. You could feel the tension in the air as no one wanted to talk about the elephant in the room but you all understood each other. Each one of you were sad but angry, although, none of you felt comfortable enough to voice your anger when Capital citizens could hear.

“Johanna tell y/n about your wonderful idea,” Finnick giggled. The whole table erupted in giggles as your friends all stared at Johanna.

“I think we should give Snow a real show in the arena,” Johanna said giggling.

“What do you mean?” you replied.

“She thinks we should all strip naked the second the games start and run to the cornucopia to have an orgy,” Finnick said as he laughed with his mouth full of breakfast. The rest of the table stopped laughing as they saw your shocked face.

“See guys I told you she wouldn’t be down…” Johanna mumbled.

“No actually…” you said as you turned to Johanna, “that’s the most amazing thing I think you have ever thought of.”

The table all sat in shock until it erupted in laughter a few moments later. Mags just sat there shaking her head and smiling as she signed that she would not be joining. You patted the kind old woman in the shoulder and told her it was ok as it wasn’t a mandatory orgy. She chuckled and gave your hand a squeeze.

Although you were sad about the return of all of your friends to the arena, Mags‘ presence hurt the worst. After all of these years it made you sick to your stomach that they would send a woman in her 60s back into that arena, especially someone as kind as Mags. She become a grandmother to all of you, and you wished more than anything that her death would be quick and painless.

“So how do we convince the others to join and not kill us immediately?” Gloss asked, still smirking of course.

“I think we tell them and explain that it will be an hour long stalemate before anyone can kill each other. Those who do not want to participate can either wait on their pedestals or runoff into the arena until the hour is over. We can then grab what we need from the cornucopia and leave so the rest of the tributes have a shot at grabbing supplies,” you state matter-of-factly.

“Won’t the game makers just sent mutts or something to stop us? They won’t enjoy the lack of bloodshed,” stated Cashmere as she looked down at her nearly finished plate.

“Honestly, with how much the people of the Capital pay to see us naked I think they might actually find it more entertaining than seeing us kill each other,” Finnick laughed.

“You’re unfortunately probably right,” laughed Cashmere as she went to clear her plate. “See y’all in a few hours.”

The tribute parade went off without a hitch. You all stood stoic and stared straight ahead, not giving any attention to the spectators in the stands. Word had quickly gotten around to the other tributes who all had mixed reactions. Some people like Brutus and Enobaria were super down with the idea, whereas tributes like Beetee and Chaff were a little bit more hesitant. At least those who didn’t want to participate respected the idea of an hour long stalemate at the start of the games as long as we promised to leave them with some good supplies so they wouldn’t be punished for not participating. Of course, everyone had been super hush about the plan as if it got back to the game makers, they would’ve definitely put a stop to it. At this point, though none of you really cared what the game makers did or said. All but one of you would be dead in a week.

The one thing you did all agree on, though was that you were not to tell Katniss or Peeta. This would be an initiation of sorts with them as you all often liked to play jokes on the newest victors. You did, however tell them about the hour long stalemate in defiance at the Capital so they wouldn’t be eager to start killing the second the games started.

Many of you made it very clear during your interview with Cesar exactly how you felt about the games. Beetee tried his best to find loopholes in the games charter in order to declare the games illegal, but Cesar was having none of it. Johanna spent her three minutes cursing out the Capital and screaming until peacekeepers had to take her off the stage so she could calm down. You spent your time with Cesar sitting in complete and utter silence, refusing to answer any of his questions. The people of the Capital did not deserve the satisfaction of having you speak to them. Katniss showed up in a wedding gown only to have it transform into the symbol of the Mockingjay. You had heard rumors from some of the other tributes about some great escape plan in the arena, but you didn’t believe any of it for a second. There’s no way the game makers would be on your side. If they had they would not have reaped you all to return to the arena. Haymitch tried to convince you to at least hear him out, but you were having absolutely none of it. Finally, Peeta dropped the baby bomb and cries of outrage erupted from the crowd. Maybe, just maybe, this would get the games canceled but you knew deep down there’s no way that they would cancel the games. You also knew deep down that there was no way Katniss was pregnant. They weren’t that great at hiding the fact that the relationship was obviously fake from the rest of the victors. In fact, you were pretty sure that she hated him.

After all the victors raised their hands in unison, the lights quickly shut off, and everyone was ushered back up to their respective floors. The next day you would put on a grand show that the Capital would never forget.

You entered the prep room under the arena to see your stylist, Marzia, waiting.

“Here is your outfit for the arena. It seems to be a wetsuit of sorts, so expect water, and probably a warmer climate,” she stated in her usual monotone voice.

“Oh joy!” you stated without an ounce of any real excitement. You were actually quite nervous for the games to begin. You weren’t worried about getting killed in the arena as you were most certainly not going to win. However, you were worried that people would not respect the stalemate or the Capital would punish you for your defiance. Either way you couldn’t care less. You were going out with an absolute bang and the entire Capitol would be there to witness it.

“Let the 75th hunger games begin!”

You looked around at the other tributes, while waiting for the timer to finish counting down, signaling the start of the games. You all looked at each other in solidarity, and some even gave slight nods, easing your nervousness about people not respecting the plan. You even started to chuckle as you saw Finnick already trying to rip his wetsuit off as he gave you a ravenous look.

You had hooked up with him a few times as well as most of the other victors. It’s pretty common knowledge that the majority of you are friends with benefits as you are all extremely traumatized by your work in the Capital and it feels good to take control of your sex life for once.

Finally, the gong sounds as you dive into the water, heading for the nearest spoke. As you pull yourself up, you suddenly pause, looking around to see if anyone is fighting already. When no one seems to be fighting, or at least not actually fighting as some people were pretending to fight so the Capital wouldn’t get too mad, you sprinted for the cornucopia.

As you approached, you could already see Finnick and Johanna stripping off their clothes, completely disregarding the weapons. You knew the capital must be so confused as to what they were watching, but you didn’t care. You quickly pulled off your wetsuit as you ran over to Johanna to start making out with her.

After a few minutes you looked up, surprised to see who else had joined. Finnick was fucking Cashmere from behind as the two talked dirty to each other while Gloss and Enobaria were getting it on on top of some of the boxes. Hell, even Beetee was getting in on the action as he started binding Wiress’s wrists with some of the wire he found in the cornucopia.

Quickly, Finnick and Cashmere made their way over to you and Johanna to swap off. Cashmere immediately spread Johanna’s legs and started simultaneously eating her out and fisting her. Johanna was not too happy to be on the receiving end instead of the giving end, but she wasn’t one want to complain at this moment.

You immediately pushed Finnick into the side of the cornucopia, startling him slightly, as you quickly made your way down his abs kissing him as you trailed down towards his large erect member. He was by far your favorite person to hook up with besides Johanna. He knew exactly what you liked, and you always came away from it unable to walk.

You quickly grabbed a hold of his dick as you started licking the tip and glancing up at him. He knew that look and immediately grabbed your hair and started forcing your head into him quickly. You started choking as his dick repeatedly hit the back of your throat but you didn’t really care. You kind of enjoyed that.

Suddenly you felt Gloss grab your ass and stick his dick immediately into you, fucking you hard from behind. This movement shoved Finnick deeper into your throat as he let out a deep moan. Tears came streaming down your face and the repeated choking, but he knew you enjoyed that.

“You’re being such a good girl for us,” Gloss whispered in your ear as he started biting down your neck.

Suddenly, Finnick picked you up and laid you down on top of him on the cold hard rocks of the cornucopia. You quickly felt Gloss pull out of your vagina and stick his dick into your ass. Suddenly Finnick stuck his dick inside of your vagina and you were being simultaneously fucked by the two hottest guys in the arena.

“Cum for us y/n,” Finnick moaned as you rode him.

Gloss was suddenly pulled off of you by Johanna as she grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head, fucking him violently.

“Please cum in me,” you moaned to Finnick. “I want to have your babies…” you joked.

He laughed and flipped you over onto your back as he got on top of you. Your tongues were deep in each other’s throats as you finally felt yourself coming to your release on those cold hard rocks.

“Cum for me princess,” Finnick moaned as you felt him getting closer.

You continued thrusting into him until you felt his cum deep inside of you, both of you full of euphoria. You leaned up to him to give him a final kiss as you got into your feet to seek out Cashmere.

You found her riding Brutus and quickly came up behind her, grabbing her large boobs with your hands as Finnick’s cum continued to drip down your legs. You started kissing and nipping at her neck, making sure to leave plenty of hickeys for everyone to see. Brutus finally came on Cashmere’s stomach and was quickly whisked away by the female morphing to go and fuck in the water.

You put Cashmere on her back so you could get access to her wet aching pussy.

“He could have at least made you cum,” you stated.

“Yeah,” Cashmere stated, out of breath, “Johanna was right about him being an asshole.”

You both laughed until Cashmere’s breath hitched as you slid two of your fingers into her. You circled her clit with your tongue as you continued fucking her with your fingers. You upped the number of fingers until you had your whole hand pounding in and out of her.

“Making the princess cum are we?” Johanna said as she lowered herself down into Cashmere’s face.

Cashmere began eating Johanna out as she leaned forward to make out with you, your fist still deep inside Cashmere.

“Cum for us Cash,” you taunted. “I know you’re close.”

“So close,” Cashmere gasped. Suddenly she came undone under you and Johanna’s touch and moaned so loudly the whole arena could probably hear.

You and Johanna both rolled off of her, out of breath. You looked around to see that everyone else was in a similar state, pretty exhausted from the last hour’s worth of activities. You turned Johanna as you both let out a laugh.

“I love you Jo,” you said as you gave her one last kiss. “This was by far the best idea you’ve ever had.”

You both stood up and started walking towards the back of the cornucopia to scope out the weapons. You reach for the throwing knives as Johanna asked, “You think we fucked anyone to death?”

As you pulled back on your wetsuit you laughed and replied, “I doubt it but that would certainly have made hunger games history.”

Having both grabbed your weapons you turn around to see everyone laying on the ground in various states of exhaustion. Slowly your eyes meet those of Katniss and Peeta, who are staring at you from one of the spokes, frozen in shock. Everybody let out a laugh at the sight of them, flying into another fit of hysterics.

“Come on lovebirds grab your weapons and let’s head out,” Finnick yelled as he started to pull his wetsuit back on.

“Ummm…” Peeta and Katniss both stammered as they stood there flustered. You, Finnick, and Johanna quickly handed them their weapons and ran off with them into the jungle. You stumbled a bit as you were still a bit sore from the whole ordeal.

“Well I hope they enjoyed the show,” you laughed at Finnick.

“Let’s do it again sometime,” he replied with a grin.

You joked, “I’m free tomorrow if you are.”

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OK I know that was a lot especially for my first fanfic, but I hope you enjoyed. I promise if I write any more of these, they will most likely not be this intense, but we shall see.

#finnick odair x reader #johanna mason #cashmere and gloss #Brutus and enobaria #hunger games #smut #hg smut #probably too much smut #katniss and peeta #catching fire

[charmercharm3r]

How do you think members would react to s/o going thru a sub drop👀

Masterlist

for anyone who doesn’t know what sub drop is, it is the low-feeling after the high release of endorphins when engaging in scenes with a partner that could include but is not limited to feelings of sadness, anxiety, physical fatigue, etc.

chan’s first instinct is always nurture, but it’s never overbearing. only ever engages in harder scenes with someone he’s in a committed relationship with, so his aftercare is always A1. sometimes, the drop is inevitable and he knows this so he has a separate room for his s/o in case they need their space. if space isn’t what they want, all he asks is that they tell him. communication is his number 1, just ask. he’d do anything to prevent sub drop, usually always attempting after care first. outside of the bedroom, always encourages your own self care and will always make himself clear about his feelings and intentions.

minho would hesitate to engage in anything that could put someone into sub drop if it isn’t with a partner, but isn’t totally adverse to it. if the person he was wanting to engage with wasn’t a partner, there’d be incredibly set in stone rules and boundaries and let them know this is what could occur and to prepare themselves. with his s/o, quality time after care where you don’t have to speak, he’s just there holding you, making you drink water out of a straw, feeding you in bed, just making sure you know he’s there.

changbin is all reassurance. will never let you leave with any doubt that he cares about you because, like probably all of them, would only participate in harder-core things with a partner. the man is all words of affirmation and loving kisses on the forehead. drapes you in his shirt, his boxers and his shorts so you are surrounded by him. if you’re feeling unloved or just emotionally drained, will make sure you know that you don’t have to speak, but he’ll send you texts throughout the day to remind you how loved you are.

hyunjin wouldn’t know how to handle it at first. he’d think it’s you trying to distance yourself or thought he did something wrong, but soon realizes that it’s like a drug- it is a drug, that rush you get because you care about him so much and he makes you feel too good. probably experiences it himself as well and puts the pieces together. will want to talk it out more than anything and get to the bottom of it, then will decide how to proceed based on how you feel.

jisung’s love language is quality time, so if his partner experiences sub drop he’d know it instantly. when his s/o says they need space, it’d be like a light switch in his head where he knows it’s not anything particular he did, but still feels responsible. probably won’t let you have that space (lovingly) and will ask to simply sit in the room even if you don’t talk, he just wants to be around you.

felix is all comfort for both parties. physical touch is obvious, but in the case his partner doesn’t want to be touched, he buys a heat up stuffed animal to replicate that feeling for you and him. he’d put them in the microwave together and makes a point to hand it to his partner so they can see he wants to hold them even while also respecting their wishes. would also do little things like leave his hoodie out or throw your towel in the dryer while you shower so that he isn’t overbearing but still present.

seungmin prefers it when his partner tells him if they’re experiencing sub drop, but he’s extremely vigilant so will probably notice it before you do. depending on the kind of reaction, he’d very accommodating and naturally caters to the type of care you need. probably wraps you in his clothes and showers you with compliments because he’s the kind that desires words of affirmation, so being able to express how he feels in hopes that you can tell him how to make you feel better, too.

jeongin would be very confused. first instinct was that you were probably trying to pick a fight, only to realize later that night that tensions were just so high and it was hard to stabilize your emotions. he’s a quick learner and would probably apologize profusely for not seeing the signs earlier. when he does get start to understand, he enjoys babying you, especially after a particularly intense scene. feels horrible for the set-back state it could put you in so he does the full run down; gentle bath, quick warm dinner, cuddles all night to be able to wake up in his arms in the morning.

#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids fanfic #skz #skz smut #skz fluff #skz angst #skz ot8 #stray kids ot8 #stray kids headcannon #stray kids head cannons #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #skz headcannons #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz imagines

[the-insomniac-emporium]

HCs for how some of the Resident Lover leads would take care of a sick MC

Because I have a cold and it's kicking my ass. Short, simple, and typed up on my phone. Features: Daniela, Miranda, and Cassandra. Will probably do the others at some point, just had the most thoughts with these three

Daniela:

Tries to stay as close to you as she can without getting herself sick, but almost always ends up catching your cold.

You'll ask for a kiss and she'll give you one on your forehead, and if you pout she'll say something like "sick homies get forehead kisses only". Continue pouting and she'll start pouting too, commencing a battle of puppy-dog eyes. It's honestly 50/50 who wins

Offers to bring you to the skatepark if you think fresh air might help. Also 100% willing to skate to the store and back to get you whatever you need.

Will attempt to cuddle with you in such a way that you're not breathing on her, hoping that'll be enough to keep from getting sick. It is not.

Inevitably catches whatever you have and finally calls up Bela for some of that magic soup.

Miranda:

Somewhat surprisingly (considering how many times she's lost you), Miranda doesn't get too worried or fussy over your health. At least not for a run-of-the-mill cold. But don't you dare start showing unusual symptoms (aka anything she hasn't seen from you before) or she WILL get fussy, in that "I'm worried and therefore feel the need to exert all possible control over this situation" type of way.

Sets alarms/reminders for you to take your medicine, wants you to text her confirmation that you've taken it.

Initially, Miranda attempts to buy food/drinks for you, but eventually realizes that she's not great at selecting stuff for you while you're sick. So instead, she'll give you a phone number and say you can use it like a personal DoorDash (it's either Mia or Caldwell, probably).

Depending on how long your cold lasts, she might get "fed up with her temporary assistant" (she just misses you SO much) and work from home.

Cassandra:

Her behavior largely depends on whether or not either of you are currently involved in a production. Best case scenario? Neither of you are, and she can focus on keeping you as comfortable as possible, bringing you sweet treats from her coffee trips. She'll probably also bring flowers and tea from Donna's shop.

If she's in a production and you're not?... She loves you, but she is NOT getting sick. Wears a mask, keeps a bottle of hand sanitizer in her pocket, keeps physical contact to a bare minimum (no matter how sad it makes her). Doubles the number of treats she brings in an attempt to make up for it.

If both of you are in a production?... Prepare to be exposed to the most foul, unholiest concoctions ever conceived by theatre kids. Even if you have an understudy, Cassandra will try to get you to at the very least make opening night. By the time your cold is over, you will have exactly 3 intact memories of what occurred during your illness, but reviews will call your performance inspired and passionate. You get the feeling that whatever you drank has theoretically barred you from any positive kind of afterlife, somehow.

#cassandra's concoctions would rival my own (remember that mine has two different kinds of energy drinks) #resident lover #resident lover headcanons #mother miranda #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Jason, Jeff and Sully's reaction to seeing their partner walk down the aisle on their wedding day

Jason:

Jason promised himself he would hold himself together, that he would be in complete control of himself, and that he wouldn't make a scene. He didn't want to risk ruining your wedding day with his emotions. However, the moment those big, beautiful doors open, and you start walking down the aisle towards him, a big, bright smile on your face, looking more gorgeous than he thought possible, and he breaks. His rehearsed smile had begun to wobble, his eyebrows quirked up, and he couldn't hold in the tears that had begun falling effortlessly down his face, doing everything he could to hold in any audible cries. He's never felt luckier in his entire existence than how lucky he feels as you approach him, and as he reaches out his hand to gently grasp yours as you arrive at the altar, he knows he's made a very long stream of correct decisions in order for him to arrive here with you right now. As he looks at you, and you look back at him, he knows this is exactly where he's meant to be, and he is more prepared than he's ever felt in his life to spend the rest of it with you. Jason never thought he'd get to experience true happiness, true love, but as the two of you say your vows, focused only on each other and your love for one another, Jason thinks that he's finally found it, and he couldn't be happier or more excited about that fact.

Jeff:

He's happy. For once in his life, Jeff is fully and completely happy, extremely elated to see you emerging from the back of the mansion, to see you equally happily walking up to him. Jeff hadn't cared much about the wedding, so long as it wasn't big, and so long as the two of you could be relaxed and happy on your special day. As Jeff looks outward it seems as though time moves in slow motion for a moment. He can see the faces of everyone in the mansion, smiling, applauding, happy for him, and he can see you, the happiest out there aside from him, holding in tears of your own as you beam at him from down the aisle. Jeff feels complete. He feels complete and utter peace inside of himself, and as you make your way toward him, any traces of sadness, insecurity, or hesitation, they all evaporate from him, and Jeff feels the happiest he's ever felt in his life. By the time you finally make it to him, he's too giddy, bounding with excitement, sneaking in an extra kiss before the ceremony even fully starts. He can't help himself, not when he's lucky enough to be marrying his soulmate in front of all his loved ones. Slender chastises him for doing so, but neither of you cares, not as you gaze so lovingly into each other's eyes, quiet giggles springing out of you. No, no amount of chastising could ruin this day for either of you. Nothing at all could ruin it, not when you get to be bound together for the rest of your lives.

Sully:

Sully is nervous. He and Liu had agreed they'd both get to kiss you at the altar, with Sully being the one to kiss you first, but he's nervous. "What if you change your mind? What if you decide that Sully really is just too much extra baggage? What if you run away, what if you've already left, what if you-?" Sully's thoughts are cut short by Slender resting his hand on Sully's shoulder, causing him to jump slightly as Slender gives him a squeeze and a nod, urging him to relax, so he takes a deep breath, squeezes his eyes shut, and relaxes. His eyes open again only when the doors of the mansion open, and he turns quickly, and the sight before him has any of his previous fears completely leaving him as your form begins slowly making its way towards him. You look ethereal to him, shining under the moonlight, and he nearly chokes from how beautiful you are. Sully never gets emotional in front of others, he hates it, but he doesn't even care about the tears that inevitably fall down his face. As the two of you make eye contact he's reminded of why you're even getting married in the first place- you're the one for him. For both of them. The one that accepts and loves both of them unconditionally. You're the best thing to ever happen to him, and as you join hands at the altar, and Slender begins his speech, a quiet, lovely peace that Sully never knew he'd get to feel falls over him, and he finds himself finally, truly, falling into peace, security, and happiness, all thanks to you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker headcanon #jason the toymaker headcanons #jason the toymaker x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer headcanon #jeff the killer headcanons #homicidal liu #homicidal liu x reader #homicidal liu headcanons #homicidal liu headcanon

[soracities]

What are you supposed to do when you see a formative bunch on friendships crumble? When you realise that you have outgrown the people you couldn't consider living without, who you thought would be present for everything in your life worth celebrating? When there is no scope to reconcile except on an acquaintance level?

it depends on why they crumbled and what exactly it is that you are reconciling--is it an act, or cumulative acts, of carelessness and hurt that can't be moved past? or is it simply a matter of people changing and no longer being as compatible as they once were?

based on your question i'm going to assume the latter, and in that regard i think it's important to acknowledge the depth of what you felt in respect to who you were then and who they were then, and allow it its importance for that period in your life. you make space for and value the time and bond you had for what it brought you, for what it allowed you to give and become and how it helped you. you acknowledge all the little pieces of yourself you owe to these friendships without diminishing the pieces of yourself that are growing now, separate from them (as is inevitable, sad and crushing as it may be sometimes).

the worth and impact of something isn't tied to its longevity, and i think a lot of the grief and confusion we feel in these situations is because we've associated the value of a relationship with how long we can make it last--and if it doesn't last it seems all those years meant nothing, but that's not the case. i think part of accepting and honouring the people we knew (and the people we no longer are) lies in recognizing that outgrowing something or someone is not so much an act of careless abandonment, but one of expansion: you, as a person, at one point in your life occupied these borders--then the borders widened and new space opened up: what filled those borders before can sometimes grow along with them, but not always--and when they don't, all it means is that you now have new dimensions to play around with and explore and they demand to be explored, as widely, as honestly, as freely as is possible--and its a disservice to yourself not to do so. what was there before remains, in its corner, as a signpost you can look back on and measure your growth and experience against, or alongside with: but you can only honour it for what it was (and yourself) by not forcing it to become something it can't be anymore.

again, i'm assuming this is just a case of people drifting apart and so, if you can only be acquaintances now, then bring sincerity to that acquaintanceship, in whatever way that is possible (just because you are not as close doesn't mean there can no longer be care)--if those are the new terms, i.e., the result of your own growth and that of the other parties', then all you can do is acknowledge and accept them for the new shape they have taken. the space opening up for you now, in the absence of these relationships growing alongside you, is yours--and the main thing now is that you find what your new values are, your new priorities and visions for yourself and then make those the focus of this new part of your life, without feeling you have to justify them to who you were or who you knew before.

at the end of the day ask yourself: have you done the best you can? have you acted and communicated with clarity, care, honesty, and understanding? and if so, and nothing has changed, then all that's left for you is to move forward into the new spaces waiting for you, carrying and valuing all that you are now. the more dedication you bring to honouring and exploring this new and growing version of yourself, the more sincere and better fitting the new connections you will inevitably make can become. by nurturing the space you're growing into--for yourself--you also nurture and prepare it for the experiences and the people that will fit you best. and they will come, in time.

i don't know if this will help, anon, and i know it is not always easy, but whatever direction your life is now moving towards i wish you the bravery, faith and enthusiasm to entrust yourself to it, and to the decisions you make along the way 🤍

#ask #Anonymous #notes from elsewhere

[misc-obeyme]

Here's a kinda angsty thought I have with dateables!

Okay, the brothers and side characters (not Luke ofc) love MC, yeah? And MC makes it very clear the brothers are their first choice whenever they have to choose between them and the side characters.

Imagine Diavolo, Barbatos and Solomon hell maybe even Thirteen when they realize no matter what they do, the brothers will always be on top for MC. Sure, MC is great with them but they only truly relax and show their real self with the brothers and it shows.

What do you think? [BTW have a great night/day!]

MY FRIEND I AM SO SORRY.

Apparently this ask was sent way back in October?!?! It only just showed up today!!! Tumblr, whyyy??

I got your other ask today, too and I will answer that one as well! But I think this must have been the mystery message my ask box kept telling me was there, but I could never see it?! It was like you have 1 message, but then it'd also be like your ask box is empty and I was like which is it?!

I'm so sorry if you thought I just ignored your ask 😭

That is absolutely not my style at all, so a note to everyone who has ever sent me an ask: if I don't respond in maybe a week, please send it again!! I usually answer asks within a couple days, but I'm saying a week just in case I have some extenuating circumstances lol.

ANYWAY lemme actually answer your ask from two months ago! 😭

I think about the potential of this scenario when I wanna get angsty lol.

So here is what I think it would be like for the side characters realizing that MC will always choose the brothers over them:

Diavolo: Ahh, our prince would be so gentlemanly about it. Especially if MC ended up with Lucifer specifically. But either way, I think he would prioritize MC's happiness over his own. He would see MC's choice as a good one. He would see the way the brothers love MC. He would get sad about it sometimes and I think he'd have some sleepless nights where he wishes MC was beside him. But in the end, he would focus on his job and let MC go. Seeing them be comfortable and happy with the brothers would bring him a sort of bittersweet happiness, too.

Barbatos: I think Barbatos would withdraw. I think he would become quieter and even more formal around MC than he already was. He respects MC's choice. I also feel like he would deliberately restrain himself in order to keep the peace. He cares too much about Diavolo, the brothers, & the state of the Devildom to really fight for MC's affections.

Simeon: Quiet suffering, but willing to cry about it when he needs to. Like I see him being honest with himself about how much it hurts, but never letting anyone else know. He would watch MC with a soft fondness, but from afar. Willing to let them be with the brothers if that's what makes them happiest.

Solomon: To be expected. Solomon already believes this. He already thinks MC is going to choose the brothers over him every time. He's prepared for that inevitability. It still breaks his heart to watch them slip away from him. Deep down, it probably devastates him. But he's determined to be there for them in any way he can, no matter what that looks like. And he would never let them know how he really feels... unless he got drunk maybe.

Thirteen: I see her being kinda like, Fine! Who needs you anyway!? But she says it with tears in her eyes. She gets abrasive as a response. And at first she might be a little stand offish with MC after she realizes. But I think in the end, her love for MC would soften her again, but it would hurt, too. She would need some time to transition herself to "friends only" status.

Raphael: I see his response as being kind of a mix between Simeon and Barb. Like, he's going to accept MC's choice and wants them to be happy, but he's also going to have to restrain himself from fighting for MC. Mr Spears does not strike me as the kinda guy who would just let someone go if he really loved them. But he does seem to be the kind of guy who cares a lot about doing the right thing. And I think he would consider letting MC go to be the right thing.

Mephisto: I could see him trying to push MC away himself, in an effort to protect himself from getting hurt. Like oh who would want a human anyway? Only fallen angels, obviously. But that's not what he really thinks, it's just a coping mechanism. And he can't keep it up anyway. He's secretly soft for MC. So I see him just transitioning to hating the brothers. Not going out of his way to make their lives difficult, but not helping them out either. Only being nice to MC. Keeping that pain inside because he can't admit it even to himself.

Nooo I made myself sad lol. I guess that's the point of angst though, huh??

Anyway, I am very fascinated by this topic! Once again, I'm sorry you had to wait so long for the response, I'm still so annoyed at Tumblr lol.

#I'm glad I finally got the ask though #because I like talking about these things lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me side characters #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #avatar0fpr1de #misc answers

[daisyychainssj]

I’m seeing a lot of people talk about the whole Team Bolas thing with very different opinions and like that’s fine as long as you’re being respectful! share your opinions all you want but I think it’s being turned into more of an issue than it actually is? Like yeah when creators who are going into Purgatory 2 are talking about the previous purgatory a lot of their chats recommend watching bolas clips etc but people seem to be ignoring that a lot of the ccs either know they won or ask which team won and THEN proceed to watch their pov. Loads of the new ccs are doing so because they want to see what the winning team did to win (which I do think probably isn’t going to help them a lot as there’s so many difference between both events I feel like the only useful things they’ll learn is to drink tea and what to do for the natural disasters but even so) and even when watching bolas compilations or povs they’re praising blue and green team plays.

Another thing people are upset with is the lack of animatics and things being watched for blue and green team. It’s sad to say but there just genuinely isn’t many out there compared to the amount that there is for red team so creators are inevitably going to end up watching more of red team but how is that anyone’s fault? Why be upset about people creating artwork of something THEY personally enjoyed? It wasn’t done out of hate towards the other teams like some people seem to want to imply? At that point you’re just beefing with artists because they decided to draw/animate something else than what you wanted to see? Everyone is free to create the artwork they want to see. Nobody is stopping anyone from creating fan work for the other teams and recommending it to the new ccs participating in Purgatory 2.

Something that I’m seeing a lot which is starting to irritate me is seeing people be like “NOBODY is watching anything to do with Blue or Green team” No, the bigger creators who pull more viewers or the creators that YOU personally watch might not be but plenty of the smaller creators have been looking into all of the teams. Seapeekay (who’s said himself that he’s a bit nervous about the fact he is going to be one of the less well known creators in the event) is literally right now as a type this watching the flag event from Tubbo’s pov (again because they won that event!!! It makes sense to watch the winner POVs when you’re trying to prepare for a competition) so maybe let’s not pretend that nobody out of the 40+ people involved are paying any attention to any team other than bolas when that is incorrect.

I watched as much as I could of all the teams (yes I watched more of bolas because foolish is my main pov) but all of the teams worked hard and tried their best and were fun to watch! You’re free to create any artwork you want of any team and if you didn’t enjoy watching red team and you don’t want to watch other creators watch them then just chill on a different stream in the meantime until they watch or do something you do want to see and when Purgatory 2 begins I’m sure some other type of discourse will inevitably begin and we can all just put this shit to rest.

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #cw discourse #it feels like we’ve all had this conversation a trillion times now #cw negativity #<- I think I’m not too sure but just in case

[its-paperd]

hey everyone, i got some very important news, specifically on what's to happen to this blog soon!

please take your small time to read, as it is kinda important to me ^^

hello, hello!! it's me, tumblr user its-paperd, coming to you live with an important announcement!!

to put it very very simply, my entire blog will be on a VERY long hiatus, much longer than my usual 5 to 7 days kind

reason behind this is kind of personal, but it does kind of relating to school and grades. to put it simply, my grades haven't been going well and i admit, i have been getting addicted to this app a bit. too much hahah ^^"

now here's the thing, while i say it'll be a hiatus here, there would be a possibility of my blogs... getting deleted.

now don't panic!! i'm not exactly sure if it would happen but it might be a possiblity, so while my blog is still here, if there's anything you want to archive from my blog, it's best to take action and reblog some as soon as you can

get some of my spices, as you will kekek /silly

' oh, but paperd, you're taking this so well, don't you care about us? '

i do!! from the bottom of my heart, i do. it's just that it has been a long time coming, and it was inevitable that it would happen so i mentally prepared myself before i can give a proper goodbye ^^

with all of this happening, i can only think of parting words before i go radio silent

now things are gonna get sappy for me, kekeke <x'D

( moots i'm so sorry you have to learn about this this way <x| )

[ —-—-—-—-— ]

to my two bestest friends, @psycho-chair and @unknownarmageddon , the two members of the kross trio!! thank you both so much for being my friends, the moments we had in pony town will never be forgotten, and the memories we shared too. i appreciate you two being my besties, and i'm very sad to see myself go but to whatever that may come through, just remember guys!! keep being swag for me >:] live laugh kross forever ‼️‼️

to @jun1per-t33th !! my silly friend and amazing artist!! i always appreciate all the memes you sent to me, and your art is a banger every time!! ily so much, juni mwah mwah /p

to @justanidiotartist , my homie friend bud!! thank you for being my mutual, and all the art you made i have always been amazed, you keep being your fun, spectacular self, and take care!! :D

( honourable mentions, ily all so much <3 <3 /p : @the-arcade-doctor, @skelle404 , @corrupted-icarus , @karineverse , @captain-kretsnik , @sunnemona , @cherrio-krispz , @glitchysquidd , @socksandbuttons , @yuriyuruandyuraart , toka!! i see you >:] , other mutuals i've interacted!! you all are the best!! )

[ —-—-—-—-— ]

and with all that, my play of the show is done, but never over!! i will try harder for you all and hopefully, i can come back with pride and joy to you all!! thank you for your support, and i shall see you all again, whenever it may be!!

#tldr; i'm going on a long long hiatus ( with the possibility of my blog gone— ) and am saying good bye for now!! #i love you all so much /p and i thank every one of you for your endless support!! #it'll be unknown when i'll be back but just be ready alright!! just you wait >:] /silly #in all honesty i am very very sad i'll be gone soon but it might be my addiction talking cackles #until we meet again!! thank you and goodbye :] #( if this doesn't actually happen it'd be veerrryyy awkward whoops ejdbs ) #buletinboard

[kneelingshadowsalome]

So~ Arab!Reader has been living in my head and heart for a while now so I wanna share some Reader-isms that are closer to my own cultural experience (ignore this if it's annoying btw no hard feelings whatsoever)

-Her love language is arguing, has not met a hill she wouldn't die on. will sometimes get on the table or ask him to crouch down so they can look eye to eye as she fights tooth and nail over something she stopped caring about like 10 minutes ago but she's having too much fun. calls him "your majesty" or Sultan/Sheikh sarcastically in every argument.

-He told her to just buy candles instead of burning incense that produces so much smoke since "they do the same job anyway", she reacted like he just insulted her ancestors.

-Not a drinker but has a minor coffee/tea addiction, knows every cafe nearby by heart and has a whole set up at home, loves making him try new drinks she found online or from her childhood.

-Will take a million pictures of everything and especially him, doesn't matter what's happening, it must be recorded "for our grandbabies, habibi🥺"

-Desert camping trips!! König can start the fire while she's in charge of preparing tea and coffee. she's mostly excited about finding a dune buggy to rent for a day that's actually comfortable for his size, they ride until sunset when both of them are a sand covered giggling mess. finally they get to cuddle and star gaze, keeping each other safe from the cold desert nights.

-if they ever get married this is an inevitable conversation:

"Liebe, you said we are having a small wedding"

"Mhm"

"the guest list is 600 people minimum..?"

"...yes?"

poor guy, his saving grace is that men have a very small role in weddings here, just sit, take pictures, cut cake, then leave with your bride. no need to write vows, dance, or even kiss in front of people.

-NO PDA!! hand holding is the most they do in public and even that's scandalous sometimes. he tried to kiss her hand in a shop once and she pulled it back so fast he was pouty for like two days after the fact. He learns to appreciate this though because he can clearly tell when she's feeling possessive in public when she clings to his side, loves to tease her about it; "a hand on my lower back, schatz? how indecent of you"

-Cat-calls him as he's going out of the shower but only in Arabic, so he doesn't know how to respond to the wolf-whistles and enthusiastic yelling, the only reason he's sure it's positive is that he gets his face squished soon after, he can at least make out the stretched out word 'Habiiiibiiiiiiii~" Cue flustered mess König

-calls him her Antara, one of the most famous and celebrated warriors in Arabian history, who was also a great romantic and wrote so many poems about his beloved Abla. (Antara Ibn Shaddad, if anyone is curious)

Oh god I'm going feral I’m not even kidding ❤️‍🔥💀

The arguing thing would get soooo interesting because I think that König has an anxious/disorganized attachment style so he’d try to avoid any kind of arguments and disagreements with his woman. If König can’t tame his darling, he’ll just let her have her way so that he doesn't have to suffer from the sudden tightness in his chest.

But... If she’s doing shit like climbing on the table to stare him down, König wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. He'd soon relax into the situation and then start to tease her about her temper. Corrects his posture so that he's still taller than her, and gives her a warm, knowing smile :) His Liebling is so cute when she's angry.

And lol König would be suspicious about the incense, he’s not used to that kind of stuff at all, but he’ll be damned before he says anything. Discreetly tries to open the window sometimes but closes it immediately if darling walks into the room (no use, she already saw him and he's going to get an earful).

But omg no pda??? Very hard for König but he will respect your wishes in this. You can see it in his eyes that he’s being a bit of a sad sulking puppy about it, of course it all dissipates if you put that hand on his lower back... This will be like foreplay to him, you're a forbidden fruit until you two are behind closed doors, and if you “break the rules” while he’s playing nice then whoo. Prepare to get your guts rearranged when you get home!

Still, if König can’t kiss his bride at the wedding he’ll start a war. 600 guests is negotiable, as long as he can kiss her in front of everyone and declare her as his own.

#oh and the Antara part and the desert camping trip have me howling at the moon #longingly #I'M YEARNING #answered

[foli-vora]

Massive congrats Foli! Thanks for bringing joy and thots to us, we appreciate you! 💗

I’m being greedy and I know it: 110 “is that a drawing of me?” with Marcus Pike à la You’re Somebody Else? Angsty or heartbreaking smut? Or both?

my sweet, sweet angel! thank you so much for your request and your kind words. i appreciate your presence here! i'm always down for hopping into this universe - i hope you enjoy! x

rough lines [marcus POV ’you're somebody else’]

marcus pike (alex) x f!reader

word count: 1.8k+ warnings: angst. A N G S T. lies and deception, undercover work, soft moments, these two were so in love it fucking hurts me, soft sad smut/love making - not overly explicit but still very much 18+ ONLY.

It shouldn’t be happening like this, but it is.

He feels it everywhere. He feels it thrum through his system, mixing with the blood that runs through his veins. He feels it in the pit of his stomach, twisting and curling and threatening to tear its way up his throat and choke him. He feels it crawl over his skin, stretching over his being with rivers of trembles and sparks of something wonderful. 

Love.

God, he’s such an idiot.

What the hell is he doing?

This is a job—a case—and here he is, falling in love. 

Falling? No. It’s too late. He’s already fallen. He’s done for. He’s sold his soul and now has to live with the pain of knowing it has an end date. This wouldn’t, couldn’t, be forever, and it’s starting to slowly break him. He swears he could hear the tic of a clock.

Time patiently chips at his heart, the inevitable end lingers in the shadows of every tender moment.

There would be no ring. No house. No altar. No future.

He fights it. Of course he does. 

Despite his heart singing it’s relief, it’s joy, of finally finding another, he shuts it away. He ignores the thrill that shoots through his system. He ignores the way his heart starts to thud in his ears. He ignores the fire left in the wake of your touch.

You give him the affectionate name of Snoopy. You merely think he just likes rifling through your things, flicking page after page of your journals and sketchbooks out of curiosity and the want to know you on a deeper, more personal level… if only you knew. 

While, yes, that was true—he loved studying the curl of your handwriting and the notes you’d leave next to your drawings and memories and soaking in your voice as it recalled moments in the past—he was looking for things to lead him and his team in the right direction with the case.

He wasn’t doing it for the right reasons. 

You believed he was just asking about your friends after coming across photographs of you smiling prettily at the camera, when in reality he was memorising names to give to his fellow agents for a background check and to grow their lengthy suspect list.

Every bit of your life was under scrutiny, under careful observation, and you had no idea. None whatsoever.

He wasn’t expecting the guilt that would come with this investigation and the way it would grow, the way it would fester into this hideous beast of a thing that threatened to make him sick the second he looked at you.

It’s there now, bubbling on the back of his tongue—anxiety, nausea, mixing with the ever present words of apology and declarations of love. Words you’d never dream of hearing, yet words you’ll hear through ringing ears as your love for him morphes into red hot loathing. Hatred.

He won’t ever be ready, prepared, for that day.

The soft pat and stroke of your brush is calming in your apartment, lit only by your favourite candles lining every available surface. You weren’t into strong bright lighting, choosing to instead turn to soft, warm hued lamps and lighting wicks birthing a constantly calm, welcoming atmosphere.

He knows your favourite scents.

He knows your favourite lamp. 

He knows you prefer to lounge on the large, shaggy rug rather than any of your comfortable chairs.

He knows the way your tongue would peak from between your lips when focusing.

He knows you. 

The nausea grows.

He can no longer focus on the journal in his hands and flicks it shut, smoothing his fingers over the front cover with an air of apology for stealing from its depths. He slides it back into your monstrosity of a bookcase, the vintage dark wood stretching along your wall, ignoring the way your collection of trinkets and souvenirs placed over the shelves seem to jeer him.

“Are you okay?”

Your voice pulls him from studying the shelves, and he forces a smile in return, turning his head to find you sat comfortably on your rug with a small easel propped out in front of you. He can see the swirls of colour sprawling out across the canvas—an original, he notices with relief— and admires it as he wanders closer, sinking down behind you and warming at the way you comfortably recline into him.

“Yeah baby, just had a bad day,” he murmurs, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder where your cardigan had fallen from.

He rests his lips there, sighing quietly and closing his eyes, almost in pain, when your hand raises to cradle the back of his head, your fingers weaving and combing through the grown out hair there. Your nails scratch lightly against his scalp and, just for a moment, he pretends he’s himself.

Marcus.

He’s Marcus, not Alex.

It’s bliss.

There’s no hiding, no secrets kept close to his chest or lies to burn his mouth. You know him, you know everything, and you’re still here, still open to him, loving him… but the moment can never linger. He returns to the present, to the truth of your situation, and languidly opens his eyes at your concerned tone. His fantasy melts away with the next exhale that blows along your skin. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask quietly, tilting your head so you could gaze up at him from where you rest against his chest.

“It’s work,” he replies truthfully, letting his head hang until his forehead presses into yours, “it’s just getting harder and harder, that’s all.”

It wasn’t meant to be this hard.

The feelings he holds for you had just developed so quickly, and admittedly, he had lost himself in the budding romance. The intel on you had left out how sweet you are. How caring and kind and compassionate and smart… he should’ve stepped back the second he felt that spark of true attraction.

Maybe it was selfishness, maybe it was the loneliness inside him crying for the company of another… either way, he was fucked.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you murmur softly, your fingers tracing his cheek, “is there anything I can do?”

Self loathing rolls around the pit of his stomach at your tone, at your touch. His exhale blows softly across your lips, his head giving a small shake of denial. 

“It’s just the way it has to be,” he admits in a whisper, trying to push his unspoken apology into his tone.

He hates it. He hates it so fucking much.

“I get it,” you reply with a distinct note of sadness, your eyes fluttering to a gentle close. 

God, he wishes you’d say more.

Maybe he could help you, maybe he could get you out before it all goes too far. Maybe there was still time…

You’ve been incredibly tight-lipped about your place in this whole illegal art ring, but with the more time he spends with you, taking in the cryptic marks you’d make here and there, he’s almost certain you weren’t into this life of crime as others may suspect.

It’s not like he could just come straight out and ask you, so he was simply left with his theories until you trusted him enough to open up. 

“No more talk of work,” you decide after a moment of silence, turning in his hold and looping your arms around his neck with a sweet smile.

He finds himself returning it immediately, unable to resist.

“Okay,” he grins, eyes closing at the delicate press of your lips.

Everything feels so easy with you, so natural. The way your lips mould with his, the way you both seem to fall into such an effortless rhythm. He burns under your hands, his heart launching into his throat as your nimble fingers drag his T-shirt up and off his body before exploring the planes of his bare torso. 

He’ll never get sick of the sounds that fall from your throat. Your whines, each and every soft exhale, the muffled moans that he swallows down eagerly when his own hands explore your body.

He memorises it all.

The feel of your skin, the curves and dips and soft spots that tear the prettiest of sounds from your lips; the way your back arches when he hovers over you, his mouth crafting its own path over your skin; the way you open up for him, weep for him, muscles clenching and tightening and fluttering around him as you meet your end. 

The guilt lingers.

It hangs there in the back of his mind as he moves, his skin like fire against yours as he fills you. He hides in your throat, squeezes his eyes shut when you start to whisper the name that doesn’t belong to him. If he focuses hard enough, he can almost imagine your sweet coo of Marcus ringing in his ears.

The shadow of it takes hold when he sits on the edge of your bed after spending the evening losing himself in you, chasing your end and kissing away your bliss filled tears. He tugs at his jeans, pulling them up his legs and relishing in the warm fingertips that trace up and down his spine, bringing a pleasant wash of electricity across his skin.

“Can I have my water, please?” You murmur tiredly from where you rest in the sheets, your face half hidden in the pillow you snuggle into.

He gives you an amused smile over his shoulder before stretching for the water jug beside your bed, pausing when the page of your open sketchbook resting on the edge of the night stand catches his eye, displaying a familiar face crafted from hasty, rough lines of graphite. His stomach tightens.

“Is that a drawing of me?”

You hum softly, accepting the offered jug and leaning up on an elbow, unbothered by your nudity as the sheet slips and pools around your stomach. You gulp at the water greedily, smiling when he catches the drop that escapes your lips and slides down your chin with the rough pad of his thumb.

“It is,” you admit quietly, “that’s not weird, is it?”

He chuckles, reaching for the sketch pad and shaking his head. 

“No, it’s not. Why did you draw me, though? I’m hardly the Statue of David,” he says with a heavy tone of amusement, his grin hiding the faint wash of pink that crawls along his cheeks.

You sit up more, shifting closer to him and brushing the strands of hair falling over his forehead with such a soft tenderness it threatens to knock him down. 

“Because you inspire me.”

His heart aches at your answer, the pain spreading throughout his chest and seeping into his bloodstream. It takes every bit of strength within him to not let the anguish twist his features as you soften into his side with a peace filled exhale, a single thought circling around and around his mind with a fierce, unrelenting force—

I’m so sorry.

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marcus pike tags: @pedrohoe04, @evyiione, @androah, @wildmoonflower, @naughtynecromancer, @quica-quica-quica, @stevenmylove, @lawfulgranola, @fuckoffbard, @dins-cyare, @eatommo, @serini-ty, @chaoticevilbakugo, @raphaelaisabella, @f*cklife_imdreaminghere, @randomchick546, @in-for-a-pennyx, @littleone65, @joelmiller81, @Curiouser-an-curiouser, @h-hxgirl, @thevoiceinyourheadx,  @shadowolf993

yse/rty tags: @kirsteng42, @insomniamamma, @albertasunrise, @oursubjectisntcool, @birdie-girl, @lepagera-blog, @maryfanson, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @cecilyjmorgenstern, @donnaa, @spishsstuff, @hungrhay, @tanyaherondale, @dreamcatcher121, @elegantmusicdragon, @aninnai

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