#because i stood there for too long taking the first pic

[blue-jisungs]

you still sleep with plushies ♡

author’s note. as a person who’s still sleeping w plushies !! it’s totally normal !! and i just thought its a cute idea to write a reaction like that so here u go ^_^ maybe i’ll do other unit versions,, we’ll see!!

warnings. jihoon’s is a liiiiiil suggestive if you think about it …

┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]

this mf…

like ofc he noticed the plushies on your bed while he visited you

but he thought it’s just a decoration!!

and once you invited him to sleep over

which was supposed to be super cute and relaxing, just the two of you

so all snuggled and watching a movie in your bed, he noticed you were clutching to a plushie of a dog

he frowned and noticed the plushies are all over the bed

"angel, do you sleep with all of those? isn’t jr too cramped?" he teased, grabbing a random one and poking its eye

when he was met with silence, he noticed the pout on your lips :(

and he immediately feels guilty, especially when you clutched the dog even closer

"i was just asking because you know… i don’t want to kick them from the bed in my sleep" jeonghan tried to save himself and it kind of worked

"if that’s a problem i can…" you started and he couldn’t bear it anymore <\\3

“no, no. i’m sorry, i just… im not used to this” he cupped your face, pecking your pout "it’s not a problem. it’s… quite cute"

it takes him a while to get used to all the plushies staring at him lol (and sometimes getting tangled in the sheets between you, him and your limbs)

but he finds it really adorable :”)

┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]

joshua entered your bedroom when you asked him to bring a hoodie from there

and he stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights

(haha,, deer… get it?? because he’s… yeah, i’ll shut up)

you were concerned why he’s taking so long and when you saw him peek at the plushies curiously, you gasped

"um, yeah… i still sleep with those…" you mumbled and were met with his ^▽^ smile

"this is so adorable, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asked and noticed a deer plushie

when you murmur that you were just shy, he hugs you and places kisses on your face while giggling

you’re seriously the most precious human that he’s ever met :(

and honestly he only fuels your cute habit by buying you more and more plushies

and he just loves when you send him pics of them chilling with you in your bed

or when he cuddles with you and all the cute plush animals surround him hehe

it’s like a new life mission for him,, to buy you all the plushies in the world :”)

especially the deer ones hehe so they can remind you of him <3

┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]

you usually hid your plushies when your boyfriend came over,, for the time being you wanted him to think you’re normal lmao

but one day after a date you went to your place

and when you entered your place, jihoon’s lips were immediately on yours.. not even giving you a second to breathe…. messily making out……. the plushies were the last thing you wanted to think about

so when he led you to the bedroom, placing small love bites on your neck;;; you froze

jihoon panicked that he did something wrong but then he saw your face getting red while looking at something

plushies

and then you saw him smile brightly, erupting into giggles

"just when i thought you couldn’t get any more cuter” he snickered "why i never saw them before?"

so you explained everything and he was just <\\3

he doesn’t really mind it, only when you prefer to cuddle them instead of him >:T

or will randomly punch them.

and steal.

he’ll steal some plushies to put in his studio,, so they can remind him of you :((

and that he can cuddle something that smells like you when he’s taking a nap there :((

(obviously he’d rather die than admit it)

┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]

actually it’s the first thing he notices when he enters your room for the first time ㅠㅠ

you see his shocked expression and feel the rush of embarrassment hit your face

"i, uh… those are–" you started but he walked up to your bed and picked up a fluffy, white cat plushie

"so adorable! and there’s so many of them, woah y/nnie!" he cooed and looked at you, eyes wide "can i touch…?"

and his hearts melt when he sees your face lit up, a visible relief washing over your expression while you nod vigorously

"wait, i can even tell you their names" you grin and he’s so soft like,, moments from melting and turning into a puddle on the floor :((

so for the next hour you introduce every plushie and their names and backstory!!

and he treats them so gently, almost as if they were made out of the finest china <\3

will absolutely love to sleep w you in his arms, alongside the plushies that he knows how much they mean to you

and you allowing him to cuddle w them too is also something that makes seokmin fall for you even more (if that was even possible)

┆彡 SEUNGKWAN [ 승관 ]

kwannie and you usually did sleepovers at his place but once he asked if you can do one at yours

he saw you tense up a bit and got concerned that maybe he pushed some boundaries

”sure but… um, i sleep with plushies…” you mumbled

seungkwan blinked once. twice.

“okay, so?” he frowned like it was (because it is) the most normal thing ever

and he could see how happy n relieved you got ^_^

he needs to get used to it lmao like,, so. many. stuffed. animals.

he listens as you explain where u got each of them and their names

"and i bought this one because it reminded me of you. i named it booboo" you grinned and showed him an orange plushie with a happy face on it

he swore he could just melt down in this moment, right here right now

but oh my god. gets SO offended when you cuddle booboo to sleep instead of him >:(

“eh, that just sucks” he throws a tantrum and turns his back to you, pouting

but then you put the orange plushie into his arms and wrap your hands around his waist, cuddling him like he was the plushie itself

and atp he doesn’t even care that it makes him the small spoon, he loves the proximity <3

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[norrizzandpia]

Hi! I absolutely adore your writing! And I'm sure your smut writing will be amazing too 😘 Those new Lando.jpg photos on the plane got me even more hot for Lando than I already am, so could I request for him based on those? I'm thinking reader is Lando's girlfriend, he takes her with him to Singapore, but he looks so hot throughout the flight they end up joining the Mile High Club 🤭 Please and thank you! Take care ❤️❤️

ITS THE WAY I HAD THE SAME THOUGHT WHEN I SAW THE PICS 💀

It’s the High Altitude. (LN4)

Summary: They’ve missed each other. What can they say?

Warnings: this one’s definitely dirty 😀, smut, language, lando goes raw for the first time!

Note: LANDO.JPG IS BACK BABY 😫😫

Y/n’s head rested gently against Lando’s shoulder as the two waited for the long flight to end. It had been a long, strenuous past few days for the boy, but the moment he had seen Y/n’s face at the airport as she met him to get on his private jet he had been feeling the most at ease. That’s what she did to him, he thought.

Provide a sense of safety and comfort.

Nevertheless, his chaotic hormones kicked in as well the moment he saw her. With her tight leggings and his sweatshirt draped over her frame, he felt starved. Starved of her touch; starved of her love; and starved of her body. The thick blanket he had laid strategically over his lap when she had cuddled up to him proved that.

To be honest, he didn’t want to bring it up to her, his problem, but he knew he would have to when her hand brushed against the area that needed her attention the most and he almost groaned outwardly.

The last straw, however, was when she had stared up at him with her big, sleepy y/e/c eyes and asked him, “How’s your stress, baby? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Yeah, there was definitely a way she could help.

She must’ve noticed the suggestive glint in his eye because hers were widening and darting around suspiciously.

“Lando, we can’t do that here.” She whispered, trying to convince herself as she took in his all black ensemble, a tight shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly and form-fitting pants that allowed her to outline him.

Smiling knowingly at her, Lando grabbed her hand, “Yeah?”

His deep throaty voice and rough tone had her practically fighting demons in her head as she willed herself not to go through with this. So many consequences if they got caught as well as all the risks they were taking to go about what they wanted to.

But.

He looked so good and it had been so long since they last saw each other, were with each other. Sure, they would have many other chances over the next month she was with him to have sex, but they both clearly wanted it, needed it, so badly right now that she figured it couldn’t hurt. Right?

—

Backing her against the wall, Lando’s hand ran all over her. Lifting up her shirt and feeling the hot, soft skin of her stomach, he, ironically, became hungrier for her.

“Take it off.” He demanded, backing up in order to watch as she peeled the fabric off her body and revealed some of what he had missed.

The other parts would be revealed to him in just a few moments.

Going back in, his lips on hers as he took what he wanted, his hands fondled her boobs that rest under her bra. He loved the see-through number she had decided to wear, but, at that moment, there was nothing else he wanted to see more than her completely bare before him. While half his brain understood they were on an airplane and having her get completely undressed wasn’t practical, the other side said he was a driver, so what could they really do to him?

Although, as he tried to unclip the garment, she stopped him, “Lan, no. There’s no time for that.”

He pulled back, flashing her the most confused and disturbed face, “There’s always time for your boobs.”

The fact that he actually stood by his statement had Y/n giggling, something Lando didn’t like.

Grabbing her by the jaw and pulling her face back to meet his eyes, he whispered gruffly, “That wasn’t a joke.”

As if to thoroughly get his point across, he snapped her bra open immediately after. Subconsciously, as his eyes ogled the body parts, he bit his lip. That sent Y/n over the edge completely, throwing caution to the wind as she pulled him back, kissing him with everything she had.

The continued make out, inevitably, turned into more when his fingers slipped beneath the waist band of her pants and found her panties. Her mouth fell open when the digits found her clit, rubbing teasing circles on it as he stared at her blissful face in triumph.

“You like that?” He whispered against her ear before nipping at her neck. All she did was moan quietly in response, Lando taking that as a challenge as he slid his finger further down and slipped it into her. The sensation brought his girlfriend to rest her head against his shoulder, trying so hard to keep her sounds in.

He added another finger to taunt her before she let out a breathy moan, gripping his arm out of pleasure. His rhythm and pace quickened as she continued to release small groans for only him to hear.

“Lan, yes.” She said softly with her eyes closed as he reached deeper in her.

He smiled down at her, loving and domestic, completely contradicting the sinful acts he was engaging in below the belt. Wherever they were, he was always happy and proud to make her feel as good as she did when he’s handling her.

When her nails dug into his muscles and her hips began to grind against his fingers, Lando knew she was about to finish.

Pulling his fingers out when she was just about to teeter off the edge, her eyes flew open and she smacked him against his chest.

“Ow!” He exclaimed, regretting how loud he had gotten before turning back to her and saying, “That’s no way to treat the guy that’s trying to make you cum.”

She rolled her eyes, “I was just about to!” She whisper yelled, “But, you stopped! What the hell?”

His chuckling made her sexually frustrated brain even angrier, but then he said, “I would’ve loved to have you cum on my fingers, but, and I’m not sure if my fingering you caused your mind to forget, we are on an airplane and I was trying not to cause too much of a mess.”

She tried to come up with a counter, but the sound of his belt unbuckling and the feeling of his hips bucking against hers over their clothes caused her to draw blank.

He groaned softly when his dick rubbed right up against her, making him so determined to get inside her that he almost ripped off her pants when he took them off.

Lifting her up onto the small counter, he pulled himself out and reached for his wallet, searching for a condom. When he came up empty, he turned back to her with his mouth agape, “I didn’t bring anything with me?”

She stared at him blankly, “You don’t have a condom?”

He gulped, “No.”

There was a small silence that fell upon them before she was sighing and saying, “It’s okay just go without it.”

The world seemed to go dark as Lando processed what she had just granted him, “What?”

She nodded, “Go in without the condom.”

His face broke out into a grin, “Really?”

She laughed, “Yeah, Lan. I didn’t know that was that big of a deal.”

Getting closer to her and lining himself up with her, Lando showed her his signature grin, “Yeah, it fucking is.”

At that, he pushed into her, both of them moaning lowly at the feeling. He holds her waist with one hand, guiding it to meet his thrusts, as his other rests on the mirror right behind her. The slow, but building, snap of his hips had Y/n whining, music to Lando’s ears.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby.” He moaned quietly when her hand grabbed his torso and urged him forward harder. He took the hint, speeding up so quickly that her body was smacked against the cool reflective panel every time he pushed back in.

“Lan,” She moaned against his skin when he continued to speed up.

His sweaty forehead met hers as they quietly moaned together, “Y/n, you feel so good. So tight, so perfect. You’re perfect for me, pretty girl.”

As she moaned, taking all of him, he took his hand off the mirror to grip both of her hips. Harshly forcing her to sink onto him as he continued to thrust, he reached so far deep into her, the two could see his dick bobbing beneath her stomach.

At the sight, Lando groaned loudly, not caring or even realizing who could hear, “Y/n, yes. Yes, baby, yes. You take me so well. Dick’s so deep in you, you can see it rearranging everything.”

“Lando,” She moaned at his words, the name being the only thing she could remember.

His hips reached a faster speed, surprisingly, when she squeezed around him and he got to feel it without the barrier of latex.

Through gritted teeth, he groaned, “Y/n, I’ll never go back. You feel to good not to go raw.”

“Never, Lan. Too good.” She choked as her hands gripped his hair.

Chaotic and unruly, Lando’s rhythm was lost as he chased both their highs without a care in the world.

Hard and fast, Lando’s thrusts brought Y/n to her end with a loud moan before he was holding her hips against his and coming into her so deeply, she almost came again.

They panted forcefully as they tried to catch their breaths. When they did, Lando kissed her sweetly and whispered how good she had been for him. At that, the two dressed back into their clothes, only after Lando helped Y/n clean the juices slipping out of her.

The two knew they had been heard, so fixing their hair and making sure they didn’t look as though they had just entered into the Mile High Club was out the window.

When they stepped out of the bathroom, they came to see the snickering faces of Oscar and their team of engineers.

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Lando groaned as he ushered Y/n back to their seats, trying desperately to dodge the group of men sat about the plane laughing at them.

Oscar laughed loudly, wheezing almost, as he said, “You didn’t, so why should I?”

As they plopped down, Y/n sunk into her seat, embarrassed, while Lando turned fully around to look Oscar in the eyes, “It’s the high altitude.”

#f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #mclaren #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagines #lando norris x you #lando norris #lando norris smut #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris edit #oscar piastri imagines #oscar piastri fanfiction #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri imagine #f1 smut

[crybabyceline]

Some Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!reader, smut under the cut, MDNI please :) this is my first blurb, sorry if it’s trash…thanks for reading <3

Edit: the pic is so blurry because tumblr has flagged my post for nudity, so hopefully blurring helps!

“Shhhh, shhh,” Ghost huffed quietly from behind you, grinding his hips harshly and rutting up against your ass while you squealed into his hand, both of you panting and tense as you laid over his desk in his office. You both had, had a long day out in the field and you needed this tension gone. His rough palm was firm against your mouth, fingertips digging into your cheek while he whispered hushed warnings into your ear.

“Quiet… or I’ll have… to stop,” He growled softly through gritted teeth, glancing at his office door while he slammed his hips carelessly against your ass, clapping sounds echoing through the room. Your eyes were in the back of your head, pussy squelching with every deep thrust as you babbled nonsense into his hand. Your arms were beginning to hurt from his tight grip on them, body aching and longing for a much needed orgasm.

Ghost looked down between you both where your bodies were repeatedly connecting, watching as his massive length disappeared into you over and over again. Your pretty pussy was struggling to take him all in, but you were still dripping slick down your thighs, making an absolute mess of both your sexes and leaving a creamy white ring around the base of his cock.

“Mmm..” you whimpered helplessly against his calloused hand, clenching around him as you began to see stars, letting the tears fall from your face as your orgasm forcefully rushed through you, pussy throbbing around his shaft. He groaned desperately upon feeling you gush on him, letting go of you and pushing you down against the desk as he now began to chase his own release.

He was greedy in the way he took you, scratching his nails down your back and burying his face between your shoulder blades while he fucked into you sloppily. “Fuck, y’feel..so..good, lovie..so wet f’me..” He panted quietly between thrusts, sitting up and aggressively pulling you up against his chest in a bear hug.

You were trapped in his big, solid arms, forced to endure his mean thrusts up into your cervix while your body trembled against him. “T-too much, sir, too much!” You whined, clawing softly at his wrist and letting the tears fall down your cheeks as Ghost hugged you tighter against him, ignoring your pleading. Your body was on fire, unable to come down from your first orgasm before you felt your second one approaching.

You felt one of his hands snake down to assault your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles against it while he fucked into you with a sudden precision that had your gummy walls clamping down around him again. “Gonna cum again, hmm? Make a mess of my cock, doll? M’close too, baby..” He groaned quietly, grabbing a handful of your hair in his free hand and tugging you up so your bodies were flush, sweat soaked skin rubbing against one another.

“I-I-I’m c-cumming!” You cried, your vision doubling as your second orgasm washed over you, harsh waves of pleasure soaking your core as Simon emptied his load into you, grunting and slamming his hand over your mouth to try and hide your babbling screams while you both came. You felt his thick ropes of cum hitting your cervix, painting your walls and dripping out of your swollen hole because you were just so full.

You were both still sweaty and breathless when he pulled out of you, quickly yanking your underwear up your thighs in an attempt to keep his cum inside you. You stood up on shaky legs, staring up at him with lidded, glossy eyes and a dumb smile on your face as you both began to get dressed. You both stared at eachother for some time, staying wordless while he bent down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

After confirming you were okay, he guided your body towards the door, hand on the small of your back with a smirk and a sharp smack to your ass. “See you soon, Sargeant, be a good girl in the meantime for me, yeah?” A hint of a smile played on his lips under the mask, watching as you blushed and nodded shyly as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. “Yes sir, thank you.” You murmured as you bit your lip to hide your smile, knowing that it wasn’t the first time your lieutenant took advantage of you and it definitely wouldn’t be the last time.

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[kenlvry]

Hey mootie could I request Kenny, Kyle, stan, and Craig with a fem s/o who just basically lays her head on their lap when stressed?

reader who lays her head on their lap

an, HEYYYY 🤞😝😝 okay boo hope you like this. ALSO THIS WAS SOOO RUSHED LIKE UNDER 30 MINUTES

kenny

kenny entered your house expecting a warm welcome from you but was greeted with you pacing around the living room

"are you okay?, you wanna talk abt it?" he said sitting down the couch "KEN I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO" you approached him laying down on the couch and layed your head on him.

he was like woah 🤭 "well damn if you wanted to relieve it on me its my pleasure" readjusting his sitting position smirking.

"dont make me bite your dick off" he immediately apologises.

its become a habit of yours, you'd text him to come over and lay your head on his lap while rambling about the thing your so stressed about. he loves it sm, he listens to whatever your saying not even paying attention because he was looking at you the whole time.

he'd definitely think you wanted to do something else iykyk but you just make a disgusted face to him.

sometimes you just lay there not talking about anything just enjoying the moment,sometimes youd fall asleep and kenny is having major cramps but he couldn't move for the sake you.

stan

okay when you first did this to him he may or not have stood up and pushed you down

i mean he also thought you were gonna something else.,, he was too shocked to say anything.

when you explained he just groans in embarrassment. anyways he loves it, he would stare at you for so long while you just kick your feet repeatedly bc of something cursing the living hell of that someone, you'd have to bring him back to reality alot of times.

he can tell when your stressed and would immediately get in to position, your face looks like your about to drop the most shocking news ever? his lap is empty and is ready.

one time you slept and so did he, when he woke up he completely forgot you were there and stood up making you fall.

you didn't lay on his lap for a long time after that...

he sometimes takes pics of you sleeping which is kinda creepy but he swears its not 🤷

kyle

loves this, its one of the things he loves about you. the way you just lay your head on his lap rambling or just laying there stressed not talking about it until ur ready

he strokes your hair when you do this and just nods and smiles when you ask if he agrees on something

also takes your pics, he either uses it as his profile picture or his background no inbetween

TBH I THINK HE'D LAY ON YOUR LAP TOO YK?? i mean you dont mind you love it so winwin

craig

he doesn't say nun but inside he is kicking his feet covering his face rolling around screaming and jumping around

subconsciously strokes your hair and when he realizes it he pulls away

"YEAH AND IDK WHAT TO DO ITS JUST SO FRUSTRATING" you cover your face and groan "yep true ☺️" while stroking your hair

sometimes you catch him staring at you just staring, no emotions not even a smile no thoughts just 😐 inside hes like "her eyes are so pretty" "please dont get up" "stay here longer please"

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[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

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Smut w biker Ethan Landry ?!

Hi💕 I hope you like it! I got out of the hang of writing over the last few days so I might go back and make a few changes once i re-read over this at some point lmao

Roll Up - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This Contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your boyfriend's new hobby scares you, but he shows you it isn't that bad.

Contains: Oral(f receiving), p in v, rough-ish sex.

A/N: We're going to pretend that this isn't based off of the photoshopped pics of Jack lmao. If this sucks, don't let me know. I'm sensitive👉👈

When your boyfriend mentioned getting his motorcycle license, you thought he was crazy. You even created a power point presentation, showing him how dumb of an idea it was. He just rolled his eyes every time you made a good point, because he knew it was what he was going to do regardless.

“You aren’t going to break up with me if I get a bike, are you?” he asked, putting on his shoes as he got ready to go take the driving test. “I think it’d be a lot of fun to have one.”

“It’d take a lot more for me to break up with you…but what if something happens to you? I’d just be worried the whole time you were out,” you sighed, getting a little anxious.

You heard a knock on the door, as Ethan walked away from you to answer it. You took a deep breath when Chad walked in, carrying his extra helmet for Ethan.

“Why’d you have to corrupt my sweet boyfriend?” you asked, as Chad smiled at you.

“I think you’ll like it…Tara does,” he said, smirking at Ethan as he handed him the helmet.

“Yeah, what if I get one and you can’t keep your hands off me?” Ethan asked, cocking his eyebrow as he looked at you. “I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah, and I’d not like to hear the sound of your eulogy being spoken,” you said, as Ethan scoffed.

“You’re so overdramatic,” he said, walking over to kiss you. He placed a kiss to the tip of your nose, your lips, and your forehead before he pulled away. “I love you, baby. Wish me luck.”

“I love you, too,” you said, as both boys walked to the door. Ethan stood in the doorway for a minute, waiting for you to hear the other thing he needed you to say. “Fuck it, fine. Good luck. Please, just be careful.”

“I will, babe,” he said, chuckling as he walked out.

One thing about Ethan was that the second he got an idea in his head, you knew he was going to stop at nothing to get what he wanted. This was by far the scariest thing he’d ever wanted to do, and you’d done nothing but panic whenever you thought about it.

It all started when Chad brought Ethan to his friend’s garage, and they were talking about Chad getting his license. At first you laughed it off, thinking it was about Ethan wanting to have more in common with his best friend, but once you saw him browsing for bikes online, you realized how serious he was about it.

Once he got his learners, he started to spend more time with Chad and his friend. He’d lay in bed with you until you fell asleep, then sneak out of the bed once he’d get the text from Chad that he was outside. You hated it when you’d roll over and he wasn’t beside you, but you wanted him to practice when there were a lot less cars on the road.

He was always in the best mood when he’d come back home, still feeling the adrenaline. He tried to be quiet when he snuck back in, but you always woke up. You’d jump out of bed once you heard the shower cut on, strip off your clothes, and join him in the steamy bathroom. He’d tell you all the things he did and new stuff he learned as you sleepily listened, but it always ended in the hottest shower sex you’d ever had.

You kept checking the time on your phone, wondering what was taking Ethan so long to get back home. It’d been a few hours, and you were trying to prepare yourself. As worried as you were for him to get his license, you knew you’d be excited for him. But the possibility of him not getting it worried you more than if he did. You knew how much he wanted it, and you knew he’d be upset if he didn’t get it.

Once you saw Ethan’s name and picture flash across your phone screen, you quickly answered the call.

“Hey, babe,” you said, “How’d it go?”

You heard traffic passing him and sirens off in the distance.

“Come outside, I want to show you something.” You could hear the happiness in his voice, and you kind of had a hunch about what your boyfriend had done. Once you made your way down the stairs of your apartment complex and saw him standing there, a helmet under his arm and the matte black bike behind him, you didn’t know how to feel.

“I guess you passed,” you said, your eyes squinting as the early afternoon sunlight hit them just right. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“I can still tell you’re mad,” he teased, as he leaned down to kiss you. “but thank you.”

“This is yours, isn’t it?” you asked, as he tried to fight off the excited smile.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t hate me because I didn’t talk to you about it first,” he said, reaching around and grabbing the extra helmet off the bike seat. “I want you to go on a ride with me.”

“Absolutely not,” you said, his smile dropping at your words. “Not right now, can we go out later tonight? I’m a little scared and I’d feel better if I didn’t feel like we were going to get hit.”

“Of course,” he said, his smile appearing on his lips again. “I think you’ll love it.”

“Whatever you say,” you said, as he grabbed your hand and led you inside.

As it got darker outside, Ethan got more excited. He knew how close he was to taking you out to see what made him almost as happy as you do. As much as you were freaking out, you knew he’d never put you in danger, and you really wanted to know what the big deal was.

“Okay,” Ethan said, as you slipped your hoodie over your head. “Just a few quick things…I know it’s a little scary, but you need to lean into any turns we take. Don’t ever let go of me and sit as close to me as you can.”

“If we lean, won’t you lose control?” you questioned, as he shook his head.

“We’re not doing anything crazy so don’t think I’m going to take you on any super curvy roads…but if you stay upright when we need to lean, that could cause me to lose control.”

“Okay,” you sighed, as he handed you the helmet.

He looked you over to make sure nothing on you was loose fitting and made sure your helmet was good before he slung his leg over the bike.

“You coming?” he asked, his hand reaching out to help you on.

“There’s not a lot of room back here,” you said, as he slid his helmet over his head.

“I already told you, just hold on to me, and stay as close as you can. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, his words a little muffled. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you said, as he started the bike. Your arms tightly wrapped around him, his hand rubbing against your thigh to let you know he had you before he pulled off.

He took you on a few of the streets he first learned how to drive on, not wanting to freak you out too much. Once you came to a stop light, he started to yell over the hum of the bike.

“You okay?” he asked, his hand moving to rub against your thigh again.

“Yeah, you aren’t going very fast, though,” you yelled back, as he started to laugh to himself.

“You want me to go faster?” he asked, “I just didn’t want to scare you.”

“You can go faster, just don’t kill us,” you said, as the light turned green.

He revved the engine before he sped off, going significantly faster than he did before. You didn’t feel scared though, you were…turned on? You weren’t sure if it was the vibrations coming from the bike, or how hot your boyfriend was at that moment, but you knew you were going to jump him as soon as the two of you got back home.

He started to drive out of the city, taking you to one of the back roads he’d always pull off at with his friends. He stopped in the gravel area and helped you off the bike before he got off.

“Was that too much?” he asked, pulling the helmet off of his head. You quickly pulled yours off, mumbling a “No” as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Your hands went up to his curls as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip to deepen the kiss. You stood there making out, the only light coming from the full moon and the glow of the headlights.

“We need to go home soon,” you said against his lips, “I understand why you always want sex after your late-night rides.”

“We’ll head home soon babe,” he said, his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass as he pulled you closer. “Or…we could do it right here.”

“I know this is a back road, but someone could still see us,” you said, glancing at the road for any other cars off in the distance.

“So what?” he asked, as his lips moved to your neck.

He pulled away once he heard the familiar loud hum heading up the road, slowing down a little once it got closer to where you and Ethan were.

“Is that Chad?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

“Tara’s with him,” he said, noticing her tiny frame tightly clinging to him. “Good think I didn’t get you naked yet,” he laughed a little, thinking about how awkward that would’ve been.

“You know how I am when I want sex and I don’t get it,” you said, giving him a warning look. “Please don’t get caught up in talking for too long.”

“I won’t, babe,” he said, as Chad pulled in and took his helmet off.

“She didn’t kill you!” Chad yelled, as you rolled your eyes.

Ethan walked up to him as you walked over to Tara. She had the biggest smile on her face when she saw you standing there.

“Ahh! We can go on late night rides together, now!” she said, pulling you into a hug. “Isn’t this fun?”

“Yeah, I thought it was going to be scary,” you said, glancing over to Ethan to see him smiling at you. “Now I just have to convince him to take me home soon.”

“I get it, I feel the same way,” she said, picking up on your suggestiveness.

When Ethan walked around to you, he looked a little nervous as Chad motioned for Tara to get back on the bike.

“I hope you don’t mind, but Chad wants to ride around for a little bit. There’s this straight, flat road near here that we like to go way faster than we should, but if you’d rather go home, we can.”

“As long as we go home soon, I’m fine with it,” you said, as Ethan started to smile.

“Put your helmet back on,” he said, walking you back over to his bike.

He slid his over his head and helped you get on the back before he started it again and took off. You got a little confused once you hit a certain point in the road. Chad and Ethan both came to a stop on opposite sides, as you felt his hand grip your thigh.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, the question making you nervous as Chad gave him a thumbs up.

“Yeah,” you yelled, as he said, “Hold on tight.”

He revved the engine again before taking off, going way faster than he’d gone before, at least while you were on the back. The way you were rested against Ethan made it easy for you to see that Chad was keeping pace with him before he dropped a gear and flew past Ethan. Ethan did the same, your grip on him getting even tighter as you felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins. He quickly caught back up to Chad and passed him before he started to slow down a little.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, once he came to a stop and your grip on him relaxed.

“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, I’m not going to be okay,” you said, as Chad pulled up beside you and pulled his helmet off.

“Fuck, that thing’s fast,” he said, as Ethan pulled his helmet off.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect it. We were going over a hundred,” Ethan said, your eyes going wide as you listened to him speak. “I’m going to take her home.”

“You coming back out later?” Chad asked, as Ethan shook his head.

“No, I have other plans,” he said, as Chad nodded.

“You guys have fun. Don’t be an idiot,” Chad said, putting his helmet back on before speeding off.

“Over a hundred?!” you yelled, as Ethan started to laugh.

“Yeah, and I wasn’t going as fast as I could’ve,” he said, putting his helmet back on. “Let’s get you home.”

As soon as he got you home, you both were so needy. Various clothing items were scattered across your apartment, from the front door to the bedroom you shared with Ethan. He wasted no time, burying his head in between your thighs as soon as he pushed you back on your bed. Your fingers ran through his curls as soft moans slipped past your lips. His hands were kneading at your thighs as his tongue swirled around your sensitive clit.

“Use your fingers, babe,” you gasped out, as he suckled on your clit. He did what you said, sliding two of his fingers into your soaked, dripping pussy with ease. “Fuck, just like that.”

“Did being on the back of my bike turn you on that much?” he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he curved his fingers to brush against that spongy spot inside of you. “Yes,” you said, letting out a low moan. “You were just so fucking hot.”

His mouth went back to your clit as you tugged at his curls, the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers and your moans filling the room. His free hand was roaming your body, from your thighs up to your breasts. Once he started to pinch one of your nipples, you felt that familiar feeling starting to build inside of you.

Ethan knew you were close. Your legs were starting to shake as his fingers moved against your g-spot faster. He sucked your clit into his mouth, hard. Your back arched up off the bed as you pulled his hair so hard that it hurt. He didn’t let up though.

You let out a whimper as the feeling washed over you, your pussy fluttering around his fingers. He gently lapped at your clit until you started to come down from your high.

The grip you had on his hair relaxed as he sat up to look at you, his mouth coated in your arousal.

“Do I still have hair?” he asked, running his fingers through his curls. His scalp was so sensitive that he winced when he touched it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you mumbled, as your breathing started to get a little more regular.

“It’s worth it if I made you cum that hard,” he said, smiling at you. “I loved having you on the back of my bike. It’s like you weren’t scared at all.”

“I wasn’t. I trust you.”

As much as Ethan loved watching your face when he fucked you, he wanted to be as deep as he could inside your warm, wet pussy. He positioned you so your ass was sticking up in the air for him as the side of your face rested against the cool comforter.

“So fucking perfect,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock over your wet folds. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” you said, as he started to inch himself inside of you. The slight burning feeling as he stretched you out made you gasp, his hand roaming over your lower back as his hip bones met the curve of your ass.

He started out with slow thrusts, still giving you time to adjust. Once you whined out to let him know you wanted more, he moved faster. You heard the soft slapping of his skin against yours as the head of his cock hit that special spot inside of you. You glanced back to see him watching his cock disappear inside your pussy, slide himself out, head and all, before he started to pound into you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, your eyes still on him as your hands grabbed at the sheets.

He looked up to watch your body as you started to roll your hips back, meeting his thrusts. His cheeks were red as his mouth hung open, a few of his curls sticking to his forehead. One of his hands tightly held your hip as his other hand reached around brushing against your lower stomach. You soon felt two of his fingers strumming against your clit, your moans getting louder by the second.

“Harder,” you whimpered, a smirk playing on his lips as he started to mercilessly pound into your pussy.  

 “That’s it, baby. You take it so fucking well,” he said, some of his words getting broken by the random grunts slipping past his lips.

Once he put the right amount of pressure on your clit and started to roll his fingers in circles, you felt your body start to tense up, your orgasm sneaking up on you. You were a whimpering mess as the slapping sounds got louder, echoing off the walls. He was getting close, but he was trying so hard to fight it.

He watched your fists ball up in the fitted sheet, pulling it lose as you cried out. Your pussy was squeezing him so tight that his thrusts started to falter.

“Where do you want it?” he rushed out, but you couldn’t form words, completely fucked out.

He slid out of you, releasing his hot cum all over your ass and lower back. His hand ran through his sweaty hair before he flopped down on the bed beside you. Your hips started to relax as you eased the lower half of your body to lay flat across the bed.

“Jesus,” he sighed, catching his breath. “That was amazing.”

“Was it as good as the shower sex?” you asked, smiling as you turned your head to face him.

“Well, we do still need to shower…”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut #smut

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My Sweetheart: Part 6

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.

Series Masterlist

It isn’t a day Bucky needs to be at the shelter for volunteer work but after that first day, he's come in to check up on Alpine. The little white cat couldn’t stay away from Bucky and, it seems, Bucky couldn't stay away either. As soon as Bucky would place the little guy back in his cage, the crying would start and it pulled at Bucky’s heartstrings. So Bucky kept Alpine with him the entire time he worked in the cat room with you, Yelena, and Kamala.

Seeing you in your work place, Bucky could see that you were very determined and assertive, but also caring and compassionate. You made sure to treat every animal you handled with the love and care they deserve. It's admirable and cute to see how soft you are with the animals.

But Bucky’s not here for you, no. He’s here strictly for Alpine. That’s it.

You freeze when you see Bucky in the lobby. Your brows furrow in confusion, “Back again so soon?” It's the third day this weekend, he's come by.

He shrugs, “Wanted to check on Alpine.”

You chuckle, “He’s got you wrapped around his little paws, huh?” You joke as you gesture for him to follow to the cat room.

“Birds of a feather flock together…or cats, I should say.”

You let him into the room and as soon as he stood in front of Al's cage, the kitten starts yelling up a storm. Bucky chuckles and sticks a vibranium finger through the bars, "I missed you too, buddy."

You unlock the cage and Bucky immediately plucks him out and the kitten is crawling up his shirt. You smile wide at the little animal, "He's gotten super attached to you already."

"I feel the same," Bucky murmurs, gently stroking the kitten's back with his vibranium hand.

"Since you're here, you think you can help me clean the dog kennels? Mikayla and Reese went to go walk them around. It'd be a lot quicker with another person."

"Sure," he replies with a shrug. He follows you outside to the dog kennel area where it's formed a circle and there's a yard in the middle. Bucky stops as he watches Alpine climb into the hoodie he's wearing. He feels the kitten wiggle around until his head pops up through the top.

"You comfy?" he pats the kittens head with a smile on his face.

"That's so frickin' cute! Can I take a picture?"

"I guess," Bucky replies, still peering down at Alpine with a fond look in his eyes. You snap a few pics and then slip your phone back into your pocket.

"So we'll pick up any poop in the kennels. We take the blankets and beds out, then power wash each kennel. Depending on the state of the blankets and beds, we either put them back or throw them in the bins for a wash. Got it?"

Bucky nods, "It's okay if Alpine is still with me?"

You glance at the white kitten. His eyes looking back at you with curiosity. You softly smile, "As long as you keep an eye on him and make sure he's safe."

"Of course."

"Cool. Come on," you gesture for him to follow you to grab the cleaning supplies.

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Dot watches as Bucky follows your lead in cleaning the kennels. He watches and listens to you intently, making sure he gets everything right.

Dot smiles to herself as Bucky gets to cleaning. He's humming a song to himself and occasionally stops to check on the white cat. Dot sees Alpine's presence as a two for one deal. Because Bucky seems to have an attachment to the cat, he's more inclined to see you at work. The woman hopes that this further helps bring Bucky to find true happiness and, maybe, even love.

She leans against the wall and watches as you and Bucky work in tandem to clean one of the kennels. She sees the power wash hose and picks it up. She switches it to the lowest level and turns it on, causing you and Bucky to jump in surprise.

"Did you do that?!" you ask him.

With wide eyes, he shakes his head.

You groan, "Dot, are you kidding me?!"

The hose shoots your way and you dodge it, running right into Bucky's arms. He looks at you with concern, "You okay?"

Dot smiles to herself at the sight, you in Bucky's arms. She proceeds to hit Bucky with some water and he jolts, "Hey! Not cool, Dot!"

She snickers and turns off the water and drops the hose, stepping out of the kennel to give you guys some privacy.

"You okay?" you ask, glancing at the large wet spot on him.

He shrugs, "I guess," he then peers into his hoodie, Alpine, now awake from his nap, meowing up at him, "Yeah, sorry, buddy."

"Maybe you should put Alpine back, just in case. Also, we have some spare shirts you could borrow if you want."

"Yeah, alright."

The two of exit the kennel and walk back to the main building, Dot following behind you, a skip to her step.

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After Alpine was put back into his enclosure, Bucky followed you to your office. You pulled out a bin, "We have these shirts for volunteers to use when we have events." You plucked up a bright electric blue one and tossed it to the super soldier, "This should fit you."

"Thanks," Bucky says and then proceeds to slip out of his jacket and pulling his hoodie over his head.

You close your eyes, "WHAT THE HELL! GO TO THE BATHROOM AND CHANGE, YOU WEIRDO!"

"Okay, okay! Sorry!" he rushes out of your office and down the hall to the bathroom. You pinch the bridge of your nose and, unbeknownst to you, Dot is doing the same thing.

You look down at the gold bracelet on your wrist, "Listen, Dot, I don't know what you're trying to do, but knock it off. I'm trying work, Bucky's here to help me. And before you tell me anything, he's here for Alpine. Not me. If he's ready to adopt Alpine, great, but in no way am I gonna let you try to romance us. He's not interested."

If you could see Dot right now, you'd see she's shaking her head.

When Bucky comes back in, you straighten up and you can't help but giggle at his appearance.

He frowns, "What?"

"You look like a highlighter," you poke at his shoulder before you could even think. Realizing what you did, you back up immediately, "Sorry."

"It's fine," he murmurs and rubs the back of his neck with his vibranium arm, which you see now in all its glory since the other times you've seen him, he's been wearing long sleeves.

"Woah. I've seen pictures of your arm online but seeing it in person...so much cooler."

Bucky's face scrunches up in confusion, "You looked up pictures of my arm?"

Your eyes widen in horror, "What?! No! I looked up you-well, researched you when this whole Dot thing happened. So pictures of you with your cool vibranium arm showed up in the search. Very badass."

"I've killed people with this arm," he states in a deadpan manner.

"Well, do you plan on killing me with it?"

"..no."

"Then I'm good. Anyway, we should really hurry up and get back to cleaning. The dogs will be back soon."

"Yeah, alright," Bucky says, placing it leather jacket and hoodie onto your desk before following you out the door.

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When Bucky gets back to the compound, Kamala is immediately running up to him, "Soooo where were you off to on this fine day?"

He rolls his eyes, "Out."

"Like out on a date?"

"Just out, Kamala."

"He went to the shelter again," Yelena states from the kitchen as she munched on some cup of noodles.

"How'd you know that?" Bucky asked the young Russian.

She nods at his shirt, "Your shirt. You weren't wearing that when you left."

Bucky looks at her with dead eyes, "Do you always note what I wear, Belova?"

"No. You always wear dark colors and that," she points at the electric blue shirt, "is not dark. It's the complete opposite of dark. It's like you want people to notice you!"

He holds his hand up and rolls his eyes, "Alright, I get it."

"So you went to the shelter. Where Y/N works. Y/N works at the shelter you went to. Interesting," Kamala says with an excited grin.

"I went to see Alpine, kid."

He moves towards the kitchen and opens the fridge to pull out a water bottle, "I like the little guy."

"But you don't like the woman who cares for him when you're not there?" Yelena asks, continuing to slurp her noodles.

"I didn't say that."

"So you do like Y/N?!" Kamala exclaims.

Bucky hangs his head down, eyes closed and hands on his hips. He sighs, "I didn't say that either. I like Y/N but as a colleague. She's nice and I admire how much she cares for the animals at the shelter. Obviously, I have to see her if I want to see Alpine."

Yelena nods, "Are you going to adopt him?"

"I'm not sure. I really want to, but who's gonna watch him when I'm out on missions."

"We can," she responds as if it's the most obvious answer in the world, "Any one of us could watch him and if we're all needed, I'm sure Y/N wouldn't mind watching him."

"We'll see, alright? As much as I'd love to have him, it takes a lot of time and commitment to care for a kitten and I'm not sure if I'll have that right now."

"Understandable," Kamala says with a nod, "It's good that you're being considerate of what's best for him."

"Thanks, kid," Bucky mumbles, chugging down the rest of his water. With a gasp, he tosses the bottle into the recycling, "I'm gonna take a shower. I spent the day cleaning the kennels and I stink of dog poop."

Kamala nods, "Yeah, that's probably best."

When Bucky leaves the young Avenger turns to Yelena, "So? Wanna help me?"

The older blonde woman shrugs, "He made it very clear he's not interested in Y/N, Kamala."

"That's fine! We don't have to make them fall in love with each other! I just want to help Bucky find his happiness! ...oh and to help her get rid of the spirit that's stuck to her."

"The what?!"

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #fem!reader #female!reader #f!reader

[juniefruit]

*.college bf jeongin.*

today I present: innie thoughts. Tomorrow? who knows.

Word count: 703

He would definitely follow you around at first, desperately wanting your attention. He would savor every interaction and be extremely energetic, like a puppy. His fluffy hair would bounce with each step as he practically shakes  with the amount of energy he has. He would definitely prod and poke at you if you don’t say something back for a while, as you’ve kind of just blurred him out as you walk to class. He’d ask questions like, “when’s your next class?” “where are you headed?” He annoyed you at times, but you could never stay agitated for too long, at least he was cute. I can imagine it’s a chilly fall day, scarved wrapped around your necks and swaying in the breeze. Orange leaves fall from the trees around you, which accented his copper-colored hair. When Jeongin asks if you want to get food together, you agree on one condition: he stops talking for the rest of the walk. He practically bursts with excitement, but his lips stay sealed. Finally some silence. Surprisingly, as you kept hanging out more, he toned down his energy since he finally got what he wanted. He worked up the courage to ask you out officially, and the rest is history. 

Total golden retriever energy!! His own preference is to go out on dates, or some kind of activity. Being with you, he’s beginning to understand that dates don’t always have to be over-the-top and energetic. Sometimes, just lounging on the couch watching netflix is just as special. He’s just grateful to spend time with you anywhere. 

He definitely gets you small presents all the time,  just things that ‘reminded him of you’, or sometimes it’s even a cool rock or pebble that caught his eye on the way to class. You keep all the rocks on a shelf in your room after you clean them. One however, stood out the most. Innie decided that he wanted to try the tiktok date trend where you try to find a rock that matches each other’s eye color. You two would look crazy, squatting down near the riverbank sifting through the rocks and pebbles. But you didn’t care, as long as it was with innie, you’d try anything he asked for. Perhaps it was because you loved his smile, and how his eyes creased with joy. His energy is infectious. He exclaims loudly when he picks up a golf-ball sized rock, and waddles across the uneven riverbank to hold it up to your face. “A perfect match!” Jeongin giggles afterwards. The silence that follows is comforting, as you stare fondly at eachother. His hand comes up to cup your jaw and press a delicate kiss to your lips. 

Jeongin is always there when your class is dismissed, waiting while leaning onto the closest wall. He has your schedule memorised, and when it’s not possible to sign up for the same classes, he will plan out what would work best so he still has time to see you between classes.

You two go on many cafe study dates, even if you end up just chatting for most of it. However, once you two decide to focus, Jeongin is so eager to help you memorize concepts by quizzing you and using flashcards. He always says you deserve a reward for working so hard. The reward? Millions of kisses to every inch of your face once you get back to your apartment.

While you’re studying, Innie wears his thin round-frame glasses. They make him look so ethereal, like he’s straight out of a designer magazine. You definitely snap some new pictures for your phone lockscreen. Which, you guys definitely have matching lockscreens, profile pics, everything. It’s so cute how enthusiastic Innie gets about choosing the right set of pictures. Or sometimes, you’ll go out with the sole purpose of taking new Instagram profile pictures. You’ll go through possible photoshoot locations, plan matching outfits, the whole deal. He is so dedicated to taking your pictures, like your own personal photographer.

Innie is always there to comfort you, because seasonal depression and schoolwork don’t mix well. It could be a gloomy winter day, but Jeongin acts as the light at the end of the tunnel.

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[thepythakorean]

parallels between the boy and the heron and this painting, plus general analysis

Arnold Bocklin, Island of the Dead. 1880

i want to preface this by saying i am by no means an art history nerd, i just happen to know some stuff about the background of this painting in particular.

as soon as mahito is sucked into the tower floor he is standing at the shore of an island surrounded by an endless ocean. he is dwarfed by a large set of golden gates that say something like "those who seek my knowledge shall perish" and an even taller forest of cypress trees. these features all frame a white dolmen (primitive tomb usually made of giant rocks stacked like below) that beckons to him.

this scene immediately struck me since it has so many of the visual elements of the painting. mahito is even framed in the foreground to be so very small approaching these giant, daunting structures just like the boat heading for the island in the painting. besides the tombs, the cypress trees are also traditionally associated with mourning and death at least in europe/the mediterranean. other ghibli movies have lavish european aesthetics tied to characters (howl, yubaba, etc.) but it feels particularly intimate here given that mahito's great granduncle, the creator and ruler of this world, is apparently european and can only pass on his role to a direct descendant. (btw not saying the gaudy european decor signature of howl and yubaba aren't important to their characterization, it def is! i'm just saying it stood out to me in this movie especially.) the cliffs full of stone entrance passageways are prominent later in the movie as himi takes mahito through the parakeet's domain, and interestingly, in the delivery room where natsuko is, there is another dolmen behind her (can't find pics since the movie hasn't been uploaded yet urgh).

the backstory to the painting continues to parallel to the events of the story! so there's 5 versions of this painting. the first three versions were painted in a cemetery close to bocklin's residence which was also full of white headstones and sculptures, and cypress trees. one of his infant children, one of many children he lost, was buried there. the one i posted above is the first/second-- while bocklin was working on the first, a the soon-to-be wife of a politician visited his studio, saw the wip, and commissioned her own version with the added white figure and coffin to commemorate her first husband who had just died of diphtheria. already somewhat similar to how mahito's mother died in the hospital fire (well. she died from the fire but presumably she was there because she was sick) and when his father shortly remarried. these were also added to the initial wip and stuck in later versions of the painting. bocklin later wrote to her, "you will be able to dream yourself into the world of dark shadows". the movie is also very dreamlike-- it's a fantasy world filled with strange creatures, alternate versions of people he knows, and passages that seem to alter the fabric of time and space. people also seem to forget about it as soon as they leave even after spending long periods of time in it like a dream. the painting is also very dreamlike, but why? the warm lighting, maybe not in the version i posted but in a couple others, may explain it, but the island itself resembles the curtains and stage of a theater (referencing the audio clip below the description). even if it doesn't look EXACTLY like that to you, it's definitely a too-perfect little scene in a nebulous expanse of space. this theatrical quality is also shown in the movie by the parakeet uprising side plot as well as the scene when himi and mahito collapse in front of the delivery room-- the curtain falls directly in front of the viewer over them as though a stageplay just ended. oh and a friend mentioned to me how this is a classic hero's journey plot and mirrors orpheus in the underworld. island of the dead has also directly inspired NUMEROUS other works of art, including other paintings, stage productions, and symphonic poems. apparently the painting was so popular many people in berlin hung prints of it in their homes (i do too)! as i stated above though, a lot of the visual elements in the painting were already traditional symbols relating to death so i don't want to 100% conclude that miyazaki was directly inspired by this painting, he may have just also resonated with those symbols independent of bocklin which i still think is awesome.

the first time we see himi also reminded me of the painting. she's wearing a white dress and standing at the bow of a small wooden boat, and though her intentions are to save the warawara from the pelicans, she inevitably kills some of them too. visually and thematically she's like the white figure at the front of the rowboat in the painting. she acts as a guide for mahito (analogous to the rower? he traveled to this world of his own volition but needed a guide) for a good part of the movie and is a collage of life and death. she is a younger but kind of omniscient version of his dead mother; she's known all along she is mahito's mother but is about to be born into the world by the end of the movie and accepts her fate happily. she can control fire which envelops her like how she died in the real world, but is harmless to the touch unless she directs it as a weapon, and as we see with the warawara and pelicans it helps creation but also destroys much like fire's role in the natural world. natsuko, though a separate person from himi, is still connected as a sibling, and we see her wandering into the forest at the beginning of the movie while wearing white like himi, back turned to mahito, and that is what prompts him to first enter the tower. the strange nature of her character that doesn't adhere to a proper time or space parallels the way the white figure completely stands out in the painting, at least the ones with darker lighting. another crazy parallel surrounding fire and wwii between the painting and the movie is that the fourth version of this painting was destroyed during wwii due to bombing, again like how mahito's mother's hospital was presumably set on fire by bombing during the war.

the looming effects of war alluded to throughout the movie eventually tie into its resolution, when mahito accepts his new family that he initially rejected, his own imperfect being, and the fact that one must seek out love to be happy in this bitch of a world. his great granduncle is confused as to why mahito wouldn't want to recreate his own world like him. why would you want to return to the world that killed your mother and rejects you as a person? the world that forces your people to die in war and will eventually drop the deadliest weapon mankind has ever seen even a century from now onto your home? you can make everything perfect here! he's created something of a "paradise" himself, full of lush tropical plants, parakeets, and strange insects (some of them looked like the bugs from nausicaa, another fantastical world of lush nature which is also threatened by war. interesting), almost like a garden of eden, and it so happens to be at the very top of the tower. funnily enough, bocklin also painted this several years later:

Arnold Bocklin, Island of Life. 1888

i don't know much about this one so idk if it's an explicit companion piece to the island of the dead but it certainly looks like it. the similarities are now less apparent to the movie if there are any, it's much less lush but there are exotic plants and uh birds and stuff. this is definitely more likely a case of shared inspiration from the symbols themselves rather than movie directly looking at the painting. anyway clearly the promise of a perfect paradise isn't real, as this is interrupted by a war of his own unwitting creation, the uprising of the parakeets he wanted to breed in a paradise that literally bring about the end of the world. no world will ever be perfect when left long enough to its own devices. life finds a way! plus, this world was created through so much death (the construction workers in hazardous conditions, the way the tower keeps spiriting people away. btw in the english sub mahito's dad calls the whole ordeal a "disappearance" but he says "kamikakushi" in japanese which means "hidden by god" in reference to people who mysteriously disappeared as if from supernatural circumstances and yes that's the word they used in the japanese title of spirited away!!!) and is on the verge of collapsing from reality every three days just because of some building blocks?? the real world may be on fire but it'll go out/burn less badly someday, and at least it won't completely disappear in a snap, not in an easily imagined timescale for a human anyway. it's up to you to make the best of it, and this is what mahito decides. there are also visual allusions to other ghibli movies about the constantly present threat or consequences of war. the only other landmark aside from the island mahito lands on is a line of ships which kiriko later tells him are all fake. it immediately reminded me of the stream of planes in porco rosso which were the souls of dead fighter pilots moving on. the shadow people in the swamp were also reminiscent of those in the train in spirited away, which are never explained to my knowledge but the given that spirited away's characters are largely spirits and the way souls are so similarly designed in this movie makes me feel that they were also souls of people in spirited away.

through this imagined otherworld, there is also the blurring of lines between life and death, reality and imagination. himi plus her dyad with natsuko (they're sisters AND they look exactly the same AND both are mother figures to mahito) are great examples of this. mahito's mother is gone, he knew this and set foot into the world anyway. he rejected natsuko as his new mother but in going through the struggles of the tower he comes to accept familial love for her and even keeps confusing "natsuko" and "mom" while reaching out to her in the delivery room. a family is made up of different people but inevitably you will see each other in each person. in the delivery room scene we see the paper hanging from the ceiling lash out to attack and stick to mahito like tape, it even leaves red marks on him. this is one of the best scenes in the movie to me because of its visual contrast to him rushing to save his mother in the fire. in the fire scene, the real world around him is blurred and distorted and at times so is mahito and especially his mother. the fire doesn't seem to burn him or his clothes (i could be remembering that wrong tho) and the scene cuts off before it shows him possibly going in further. in the delivery room, everything is drawn with clean lineart, no stylization. there is no mistaking the reality of this situation even though this world is conjured, the dawning realization upon mahito that this person is his mother is so visceral that he actively fights through the paper literally snapping its jaws and natsuko spitting her hatred towards him. when mahito is ready to leave the tower, himi leaves through a separate door to be born as his mother sometime in the past though she is not a warawara and knows what has happened/will happen, an exception that further demonstrates the nonlinear nature of time and space in the movie.

after coming out of the tower, the heron tells mahito he should forget everything that happened in there. even his grandmother seemed to have forgotten the whole year she spent in there (it seems like tower time reflects irl time judging by the events of the movie). anything that comes out doesn't just disappear, it transforms into a real-life counterpart as we saw with the pelicans leaving as they were (presumably minus the ability to speak) and the parakeets going from big bloodthirsty things to regular parakeets. so mahito can't just forget, especially because he comes out changed from his experiences in there, not just himself personally but also his changed relationships with natsuko and the heron, and also his little souvenirs. then the movie abruptly ends with mahito narrating that they left for tokyo again shortly after the war ended. i like to think that this was a hopeful ending where mahito maintained that character development and was able to welcome natsuko and his new sibling into his family while being able to seek more friends and family in the future. i've seen other analyses talking about how this movie was semi-autobiographical for miyazaki and i can see it, how events early in his life shaped his personality and how he had to fight to find beauty in a world that otherwise treated him poorly, so i'm glad he ended the movie on that note, although in less words. pretty similar to how spirited away ended, although there was arguably more loss involved, but still hopeful, and that's what i find so powerful about this movie. and like this movie, spirited away involves a dyad between yubaba and zeniba as a device for the hardships and beauty of life, how they're not so discreet at times. as a last kindasorta tie-in to bocklin's work, i'll point again to the island of life which was created after the island of the dead, plus a composition directly inspired by the island of the dead, a symphonic poem with the same title written by sergei rachmaninoff. the last time i listened to this was in high school and it's like. 20 minutes long so i'm too impatient to give it a relisten now but from my vague recollection plus some quick searches it's a very somber piece that escalates into emotional climaxes yet still contains warmer tones, and goes back to the same "rowing" motif at the end. it weaves together evocations of life and death in one piece, also illustrating how the two really are so closely connected.

tl;dr, this was me the entire movie because miyazaki SEEMS to be heavily inspired by this one symbolist painting i happen to like a lot:

also also here's a self portrait of bocklin:

yes, all of his paintings are that cool.

#i'm so excited about this painting!! #there's so many freaking similarities in not just the painting itself but its conception #the boy and the heron #kimitachi wa do ikiru ka #how do you live #studio ghibli #hiyao miyazaki #arnold bocklin #island of the dead #isle of the dead #tweet

[thesupreme316]

I’ve been seeing a few pictures of HOOK with a slight beard and it got me thinking.

Kisses with him and feeling the slightest scratch of his ‘beard’. Plus I can never get enough of this man I need to see him with a beard now 🫠

Much love ❤️

OMG YESSSSS

Kissing with Hook (Hook x Fem!Reader):

disclaimer: pic is not mine and I got it from @stupidmarkzone (da plug)

Word Count: 600 (prolly my shortest post)

Supreme Speaks: imma be honest, I don't know how to write kisses....so my bad. but thank you to @hookerforhook for putting this in and sorry for being late as per usual. this is both a headcanon and scenario, kind of. my requests are always open. plz remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: mentions of razors (shaving razor), suggestive words at the end, not proofread because Grammarly decided to be an asshole this week

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

THE STUBBLEEEEEE

I feel like he’s the type to shave weekly or like bi-weekly

He always had a baby face and you would never feel his beard coming in

I also wanna say he probably has a mini routine for shaving (nothing special but he does it in a particular way)

Tyler's face be smooth as a baby's bottom

However, during a long schedule, he didn’t have time to shave like usual

So when y’all would kiss, there will be a little stubble that brushes across your face

AND YOU LOVED IT

It wasn’t too much it was just enough

It added more texture (if you wanna say that)

Having the little hairs of his “beard” brush against your cheeks, chin, and lips made you feel special

It added on this home feeling to Tyler

Because no one else will get to feel that but you

You would just keep pulling him in to get more of that feeling

So imagine how you felt when you saw him trying to shave it off

For a quick second, it felt like he was betraying you

“Tyler!” You screeched, making him drop the shaving razor. He cursed as you rushed over to the bathroom, “What are you doing?” It took everything in you not fold at the scene in front of you; your man shirtless with his fluffy light brown hair all over the place.

“I was about to shave until you scream and ran in like a banshee.” Tyler said with shaving cream on part of his lower face. He picked up the razor before his beautiful brown eyes gazed at you through the mirror as you stood with your arms crossing your chest, “Why?”

“Why are you shaving?”

“To get a smooth face? Besides, this is the first time I can shave in weeks and I don’t wanna look rough for television.”

You put your arms down before wrapping them around Tyler’s waist, making you lean your head against his back. “I don’t think you look rough. I really like your stubble.”

His eyebrows slightly rose at your comment. “You do? I didn’t realize that.”

“I love the little scratches I feel when you kiss me. It feels nice.”

“I honestly thought it was too prickly.” Tyler said as he rubbed your hands.

“Nope.” You kissed his shoulder blade before continuing to talk. “Even if it was, I wouldn’t mind because it’s you. But if you want to, I’ll help you shave.” You felt him shake his head. Looking up you saw him take a washcloth and wipe his face, getting rid of the shaving cream around his mouth.

“Because you like it, I’ll keep the so-called beard for one more week. You can help me next week.”

Your eyes lit up. “Then face masks?”

Tyler chuckled before giving you a small peck on the lips. “Of course, anything for you.”

Grinning, you leaned up to give your loving and handsome boyfriend a kiss. As you felt the little hairs lightly scratch your face, you sighed in relief and content. Pulling away from Tyler, you left the bathroom before telling him, “Hurry up and get the that mess off your face so I can make one.” You winked as Tyler immediately rushed to get the rest off, quickly wiping his face continuously until there was no more shaving cream left.

He ran into the bedroom, picking you up and dropping you on the bed, making you giggle,

“Thank god cause I was getting hungry.”

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[sserajeans]

i think i kinda, you know?

kang haerin x 6th member!reader

synopsis: it was just shopping. a convenience store run at 3am because the members were hungry. but haerin found herself in a moment of realization.

others + genre: haey/n is a secret, y/n usually initiates affection, y/n is a '05 liner older than dani, FIRST I LOVE YOUs?? + fluff

notes: HSMTMTS REFERENCE!!! if u get it, i love u. this is my first work so idk if i did well in portraying emotion and character... i also had a very hard time picking pics for the row above BUT ANW i hope yall enjoy teehee..

"i'm hungry.."

"me too.."

"three.."

"i could go out and buy some snacks?" you suggested as you stood up from the floor where you were previously helping hyein decorate her journal. "just text me anything specific that you guys want!"

"you are not going out alone at this time." minji looked up from where she sat, her words stood firm, but not too harsh. you didn't argue either, it was 3am, not the best time to be out alone, and you knew better than to argue with minji.

"i can go with." the members who were actually listening (narrowing it down to just the oldest 3) shared a puzzled look between each other before raising their eyebrows at haerin who had just spoken.

after all, she has always been the type to prefer staying in whenever she can.

you didn't take long to grab your wallet and jacket before slipping your favorite sneakers on, haerin following suit. minutes later the two of you stood on the sidewalk outside the dorms.

"you didn't have to, you know?" the both of you started walking along the path on the way to the nearest 7/11; your pinkies naturally finding their way to each other. it was a habit that started during hanni's birthday live. the both of you felt clingier than usual that day so you came up with the "lowkey" solution. smiles covered both your faces; every moment alone was just so precious.

"i know." haerin glanced at you, then your intertwined pinkies before shrugging. "i wanted to."

you chuckled, partly wanting to make fun of your girlfriend for such a line, but partly fighting the blush that seemed to spread through your ears.

you did Not win that fight.

suddenly the touch of haerin's pinky finger had disappeared. you looked up in confusion before realizing she had already rushed into the 7/11 right in front of you.

god she was just so distracting that way.

haerin walked over to the aisles to grab danielle and hyein's snacks, while you stood across her reaching for bags of chips and bread minji and hanni had asked you to buy.

haerin soon hovered beside you with snacks in her arms. leaning right and left, she took a peek over your shoulder, through which she found out you were panicking over which bread to buy for hanni who wasn't responding to your spam of texts.

glancing between you and your phone, another smile found its way to haerin's face as she realized you still hadn't realized her standing behind you.

she looked down at the basket on the floor, easily pinpointing which snacks belonged to which member, then spotted one she didn't remember any of her members asking for.

it was a favorite of hers. a favorite of yours as well. one the two of you would always share with each other, ever since your trainee days. you both haven't had it in a while, but it was clear to her that one of you definitely hasn't forgotten.

and the smile on her face grew even wider.

she remembers...

"oh hey! sorry didn't see you there." you finally shoved your phone in one of the pockets of your jacket before picking out 2 pieces of a specific type of bread. haerin assumed you finally got a reply from hanni.

she just... pays attention to the smallest things...

"ready to check out?"

haerin nodded and handed you the items she got for the other members.

her smile didn't go unnoticed of course, nothing ever does when it came to the two of you. as you reached over to pay with your card and to arrange the items in a tote bag, you caught on to her unusually joyful expression. "someone's really happy, huh?"

how did i get so lucky...

"shut it." you laughed at the playful glare she shot, and led you two to a bench a few meters away from the store, wanting a quick break before you started walking again. but you both knew damn well you just didn't want that moment to end.

and that was fine because haerin didn't want it to end either.

as soon as you two sat, you reached for a different snack you got for yourself, leaving haerin slightly confused.

i thought the other one was her favorite?

the stars seemed to shine unusually bright that night, something you both enjoyed.

and haerin blamed that as a reason for not being able to take her eyes off you because it was so much easier than thinking of why there was something different about you that night.

something about how the moon lit your face, or the way your jacket's hood had ruffled the top of your hair a bit. maybe it was how the glasses you had on, instead of the usual contacts, framed your face a lot better.

but hell it could even be how you put so much thought into the smallest things like snack buying. or even the fact you chose to eat a different snack after whispering "haerin might want this" thinking only you could hear it and she couldn't because you wanted to share that certain snack with her.

it was an endless list that haerin called herself so cliche for even thinking about, but she couldn't stop. she couldn't just tell her brain to stop thinking about all the little things she loved about you.

but wait.

that's exactly it.

"seriously what's up with you tonight?" you finally spoke before pulling a joke in case you sounded too serious. the last thing you wanted was to come off as rude. "you can stare but it's creepy sometimes you know."

oh the blush. that god damn blush haerin hated so much. the blush that made her easier to read than she already was for you.

"i'm kidding you could never be creepy. you're way too cute for that."

"i..." she started, her tone so soft you scooted closer just to hear. she definitely didn't do that on purpose. "i think i..."

you moved your left arm to lay over her shoulders, providing a warmth she couldn't ignore. your eyes looked so patient, and it only made it harder for her to look at you directly.

god, why is she making this so hard...

yet she didn't understand why it was so hard. she was most comfortable around you. when it came to conversations it would always be her talking, an achievement she had no idea how you unlocked. she couldn't shut up with you and could never shut up about you.

then why is it so difficult for her to just say it?

"i think i kinda.." haerin spoke again, a little bit louder this time. she found the playground in front of them conveniently interesting, her eyes locked on a swing. "you know?"

"i really really don't." but the truth is you did. you always do. the light smirk on your face confirmed it too. haerin was a book you could just read so easily.

well that, and the two knew exactly what haerin was referencing.

a line from a show danielle and hanni forced them to watch; something about high school musical but turned into another musical for a series? it was a title you both needed to wrap your head around.

but i think i kinda, you know.

it was a phrase you remembered because it was what the two leads used to confess their love for each other at different times. both not ready to admit such a strong emotion to themselves.

"i think i kinda you know." she said in a more firm tone this time.

you gave her a fake and exaggerated look of confusion, resting your chin on your hand as you looked up at the sky. "i wonder what that means!"

haerin jokingly glared before leaning her head on your shoulder. "you know exactly what i meant."

you chuckled once more, a sound haerin could never get sick of, and delivered a brief kiss on top of her head.

"i think i kinda you know too. should we head home now?"

"can we stay for a while?"

"maybe a few more minutes. minji-unnie will kil- oh speak of the devil..." you held up your phone and showed her the contact name displayed on the screen.

"she's killing you, you're older and supposed to be taking care of me."

"BUT I AM!" you argued before answering the call, a giggling haerin leaning against you.

"y/l/n y/n. if you don't get back in 5 minutes with haerin i swear to god..."

"ahaha... coming unnie..."

you ended the call as soon as you responded before jumping up. the two of you started sprinting, hands intertwined with laughs thrown in the air, maybe a couple of "it was your fault!" lines exchanged in the middle.

it was another night to remember, and not just because minji was ready to yell at you both individually (hanni and danielle ready for interrogation) when you came back.

note: someone's getting their asses beat..... pls feel free to request prompts with other members/idols on my pinned!!

#kang haerin x reader #haerin x reader #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #haerin imagines #kang haerin imagines #i need sm1 to look at me the way haerin looks at y/n here... #kinda made me feel single i hope it does the same to yall too! #girlgroup imagines #ren writing debut #im just adding tags as we go

[blue-jisungs]

them finding you asleep with their bt21 plushie ♡

a/n. i want one of the plushies so bad they look so soft :(( also this is my first bts work!! i hope you like it <3 the masterlist is pretty empty right now but i promise there will be more works with boys soon :D

┆彡 NAMJOON [ 남준 ]

namjoon didn’t expect you to be awake. in fact, he knew you would be in deep slumber way before he arrives home. that’s why he took off his shoes and changed into pyjamas quietly and with caution. before he joined you in bed, his brows furrowed at the sight of familiar, blue plushie in your arms. joon stared at you in disbelief yet a warm smile replaced his puzzled expression because it was way beyond adorable. "stop staring and go to sleep, weirdo" you mumbled suddenly, causing his eyes to widen. he laid down next to you, taking koya out of your hands and squeezing into the position you were holding it - with hands wrapped around his neck. "admit that i’m way more comfortable than him" he murmured out of the blue and you just scoffed, way too tired to argue, nodding lazily.

┆彡 SEOKJIN [ 석진 ]

jin ignored the big, empty box at the entrance and rushed to you. to say that his heart almost jumped out of his chest was not even close the truth, it almost ripped out from his rib cage and run away when he saw a silhouette next to you. at first all the negative scenarios flooded his head but then he noticed that the mysterious guy next to you is actually… quite large RJ. then it clicked with the large box. as jin scoffed and came closer to take a look, he noticed how your leg was thrown over the plushie and arms were squeezing its neck tightly. after taking a hundred of pictures, jin laid down next to you as a big spoon. he’ll tease you about it later…

┆彡 HOSEOK [ 호석 ]

you were sick and absolutely didn’t want hobi to get sick as well, so even though he wanted to help you… you denied. once though, you asked him if he could bring you some medicine and hot chicken soup. it was already cooking on the stove while he searched for the meds. when he knocked at the bedroom door and you didn’t respond (as you usually do), he rushed in scared that you fainted or something. but he calmed down once he saw that you’re just asleep. well, your position was quite questionable - head on the completely opposite direction, right leg out of the bed, left arm thrown loosely on the mattress. but your face was squished into something. curious hoba took a glance and let out an audible awww when he realised its mang. he found it adorable that even when you didn’t allow him get nowhere close you while you were sick you still cuddled to his, well, bt21 self. after softly placing you into more comfortable position he put mang between your loving arms and snapped a pic or two.

┆彡 YOONGI [ 윤기 ]

no matter how many times yoongi told you not to wait for him on the couch, you still did. so he just let out a deep, frustrated sigh when he noticed your sleeping silhouette on the couch, tv still playing in the background. "aich, y/n i’m definitely not paying for your back appointment" he mumbled to himself, approaching you to wake you up. but his brows furrowed when he noticed that you were cuddled up next to shooky, the plushie almost falling on the floor. "wha– huh? i’m not asleep–" you mumbled, swirling around and accidentally kicking off the plushie. yoongi just scoffed and helped you stand up. as soon as you were laying comfortably in the bed and he excused himself to the bathroom. but in reality he went back to grab shooky from the floor and looked at the plushie with a small smile painting on his lips and his heart beating a bit too fast.

┆彡 JIMIN [ 지민 ]

after a long and tiring day all jimin craved was a good nap in your arms. but his plans were crossed when he noticed that you were a) asleep b) already holding something in your arms. he was ready to wake you up but after taking a closer look and noticing chimmy plushie pressed into your chest, he stood there breathless. he had to take a moment to calm his racing heart and stoping his grin from growing. then jimin placed a soft kiss on top of your nose and decided to take a shower before snapping chimmy out of your arms (because he’s not letting a plushie take a good nap away from him!!)

┆彡 TAEHYUNG [ 태형 ]

"i’m bored, y/n–" tae froze, his eyes stumbling upon your sleeping silhouette. you were supposed to work but well, well, well. you fell asleep. on something? taehyung let out a dramatic gasp when he noticed that you’re resting your head on a tata plushie. "Y/N!–" "I’M AWAKE–!". you jolted your head up, looking at pouting tae. "is that plushie better than me? comfier than me? how could you betray me?" your boyfriend starts whining before tata hits his head. there’s only one way of stopping his pouting now – resting on him. "i’m better than the plushie, right?" tae mumbled, playing with your hair as you two decided to take a quick nap "right, y/n?". you were fast asleep and taehyung was just teasing – but there was something about you using tata (let alone carrying it around) as a pillow when he was away from you that made his cheeks blush.

┆彡 JUNGKOOK [ 정국 ]

he was more than devastated when he had to leave your movie night date because of an urgent thing that popped up but he promised to be quick!! but watching movies without him was really boring and the tiredness hit you suddenly, causing youe eyelids to close. before you realised you grabbed cooky and hugged him tightly as if it was your boyfriend. jungkook, once he was back, rushed to you and froze on spot. at first he frowned, seeing you asleep. but then a huge smile painted on his face once he noticed how tightly you're pressing the plushie to your chest. feeling of guilt washed over him but soon enough he joined you and cooky in sweet slumber.

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist: @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @lhsng ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny

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[jarenka]

I finally translated a first part of my post-potj au into English. Well, machine translated it and @a1essie and @erlenwein helped me to edit it. I hope it’s readable. 

I drew a quick pic for it. Don’t worry Anakin will get his vitamin D later. They are on their first mission after Anakin left the hospital. 

"The training room is vacant," Anakin said. “You promised me sparring”.

Obi-Wan turned around. Anakin interrupted his conversation with Lieutenant Labal. They were in a break room, cluttered with furniture. Orange evening sunlight flooded it through the large transplasteel windows. 

“Wait a bit, I am almost finished.”

Anakin sat on the empty chair in the corner and watched Obi-Wan and his companion from under half-closed eyelids. He couldn't make out the exact words, but the tone of the voices was soft and friendly, and at the end of the conversation Obi-Wan patted Lieutenant Labal on the shoulder. After that, he turned around and sauntered over to Anakin.

“Are you interrupting my conversations with pretty women again? I thought you gave up that habit when you were sixteen.”

“Sorry, I didn't think you were flirting with a woman who is young enough to be your granddaughter.”

Obi-Wan sighed. 

“Get up, let's go.”

Anakin stood up. He still subconsciously expected pain from every sudden movement, even though it had been many months since he felt it. 

Obi-Wan had already left the conference room.

The training room was located at the end of a long, gut-like corridor. At first, Obi-Wan walked ahead, but Anakin quickly caught up with him, and they walked side by side, automatically adjusting to each other's pace like in the old days.

For Anakin, training was one of the few amusements here, on Carati, where they had been stuck for several months, helping rebels from the neighboring planet Surra. Obi-Wan and Anakin's group was providing supplies: they brought equipment, weapons and medicines, took away the wounded and refugees. This mission, part military, part humanitarian, tested Anakin's patience. He wanted a fight with imperial forces, to destroy patrol ships but they had to lay low if they wanted to continue their mission.  

Between trips to Surra once a week they barely have anything to do. Obi-Wan, the head of the mission, allowed his men to visit cities of Carati on their official leaves but all other free time they were spending on the military base. Anakin didn’t go outside even during his leaves and hardly talked to anyone. He was either training, or fixing something in the hangar, or sitting in his spacious bedroom watching holodrams from local holonet. He didn't like to appear in common areas: the dining room, the recreation room, the meeting room. People looked at him strangely.

Obi-Wan was also stared at, but in a completely different way. Just like before, when Anakin was a boy, they would go into the cantina together, and the women — and some men — would start to smile at Obi-Wan seductively and become too polite to him. Anakin didn't complain then: he often got a free dessert because the owner of the cantina or the waitress tried to impress the "uncle" with a young "nephew". He wanted to complain now. It was annoying. 

It was hot in the training room, despite the air conditioning. Evening sunlight streamed through the tall windows. Obi-Wan pulled off his shirt, remaining in his pants and undershirt, Anakin took off the hooded cape he usually wore over his shirt, and mechanically smoothed his hair. He needed to do something with it. Here, in the humid tropical climate of Carati, his hair curled more than usual and was constantly sweaty under the hood. 

Several people came into the training room and settled on a bench in the corner. Anakin could have kicked them out, but he didn't. He did not want to quarrel with the locals over mundane things, he forced himself to behave. Just like he forced himself to take medications on schedule and go to a physiotherapist before. He didn’t want Luke and Ahsoka to regret their trust in him. He didn’t want them to listen to all these "we told you that this asshole is not capable of behaving normally! If you stop controlling him, he will strangle coworkers simply because he can." Luke had already suffered enough because of Anakin.

Obi-Wan and Anakin activated their swords and moved away from each other. Anakin looked around the room. The four rebels on the bench sat down as if they had come to the theater. 

“I wonder what attracted them here: the battle or Obi-Wan in an undershirt?”

“Attack," Anakin said.

Obi-Wan didn't answer, he didn't even nod. Anakin barely had time to raise his sword and parry the first blow.

Obi-Wan's attacks followed one after another, giving Anakin no break. He had to grab the hilt with both hands to ward off another blow — so strong that it made Anakin's hands ache in the place where the living tissue connected to the prostheses. Obi-Wan flipped in the air and landed on the floor behind Anakin. It was hard to repel another attack. 

Each of their sparring caused huge amounts of annoyance to Anakin. Obi-Wan returned from the dead healthy, able to fight at his full strength, Anakin had to adjust his style to the new limitations of his body for the second time in a row. Now he moved faster and more freely than in Darth Vader's armor, but he could no longer hit with the same strength, exhausting the opponent. He had to be more careful and attentive, more defensive than attacking.

He was used to looking for a gap in the enemy's defense with sharp blows from all sides. Obi-Wan barely had any gaps in his defense. When Anakin managed to attack, Obi-Wan stopped his sword, as if he knew in advance what move Anakin would choose. 

Deceptive techniques wouldn’t help, because Obi-Wan was the one who taught Anakin them.

"You couldn't beat him up even when you were young and healthy, what do you want now?"

He wanted to win, of course. Obi-Wan, unlike Ahsoka, never succumbed to him. Anakin, still weak after treatment and too stubborn to admit it, almost instantly found himself on the floor, without his lightsaber. Ahsoka even reproached Obi-Wan for mocking Anakin.

"Does Anakin want me to succumb to him?"

"Of course, I don’t," Anakin replied.

Ahsoka looked at them and rolled her eyes.

And yet, despite the endless losses — it would take many months of intense training before he could fight on a par with Obi-Wan — he liked sparring. He could just fight. For fun. Without excruciating pain in his body. Without the constant expectation for the Master—the other one—to punish him for his weakness.

Anakin focused on the fight again. 

No distractions. Obi-Wan would definitely take advantage of his mistake, which he would make inevitably. Anakin felt that the fight was coming to an end. He was already tired, he couldn't keep up the same pace. He needed a break. 

And finally, Anakin didn't have time to react. He barely had time to notice the blue blade of the lightsaber rushing towards his hand. At the last moment, Obi-Wan turned off the sword, and only the silver hilt crashed into Anakin's wrist.

This blow shouldn't have worked, artificial hands don't hurt, but Anakin's new prosthetic was much more sensitive than the old one, and he, stunned by a wave of sensations — not quite pain—unclenched his fingers. The sword fell off. 

Anakin was breathing heavily. His lungs recovered, but they were still not enough for a serious lightsaber fight. It will pass eventually.

"You're too focused on not losing, and you should pay attention to technique," Obi-Wan said sternly.

“Are you going to lecture me again?” Anakin snapped.

He ran his palm over his forehead, wiping the beads of sweat.

"Should I just sprawl you on the floor without any commentary next time?” 

Anakin grunted vaguely. He didn't like being lectured by Obi-Wan and he wouldn't have liked it even more if Obi-Wan said nothing.

“You've never been good at losing a battle, Anakin," Obi-Wan continued. — “You should have learned it already at your age”.

“It's easy for you to say,” Anakin wanted to answer. "There's nothing wrong with you."

He didn't say it out loud, knowing that any of his excuses would sound ridiculous now. He needed training and asked Obi-Wan to spar himself. 

“Shall we repeat it?” he asked instead.

“Let's rest first," Obi-Wan said much more gently. Anakin knew that Obi-Wan didn't need to rest, and this respite was just for him. He sat down on another bench against the wall, where no one else was sitting, and closed his eyes. Obi-Wan soon joined him with two glasses of water from the vending machine. He handed one of them to Anakin.

“Thank you," he replied with a weak smile.

#star wars #Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #post-ROTJ AU #my art

[popchoc]

Saw Eliza (Clarke) and Tasya (Echo) at Dutch Comic Con (HDCC) today. To answer your first question: yes, they both looked absolutely stunning!! 🤩🤭 As a bonus, the Q&A panel was also very fun and interesting. Didn't take notes (or pics 🙈), but here are some things that stood out to me:

Tasya auditioned for multiple roles before getting the part of Echo, one of them being Anya's. They both concluded not getting that part was for the better, since Anya died and all. After a few auditions she also started to wonder what these people wanted from her, until she read about Echo spitting Bellamy in the face and it all became clear to her.

Eliza's least fav season was season 3 (too dark and gross) and season 7 (she didn't like killing Bellamy). Tasya agreed.

Eliza is positive that Clarke would do back flips if she could, if that would impress Lexa, "because she loved her. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ " She's also sure Clarke could do back flips (while she herself can't).

Asked about their toughest scenes to shoot, Eliza mentioned the long night filming in the rain when Finn died, while Tasya talked about the running around barefood in nothing but bandages after Mount Weather. Emotionally, Tasya also mentioned having to tell Bellamy that Octavia died.

There was also a very funny story about being visited by an actual bear while filming in the mountains/woods. Apparently Eliza raised her hands at that moment and Tasya thought it was her (pretty strange) reaction to the bear. It wasn't till now that it turned out Eliza was just following the script and had no clue about that freaking bear coming up behind her. (Sorry, this is probably one of those "you had to be there (in the audience)" kind of moments - I swear it was funny though!)

If they could have played anyone else, Eliza would have picked Murphy, Tasya would have picked either Octavia, Lexa or Jaha.

When asked which character they'd "get back from the death" they named (after a little one on one 😄) Lexa, Bellamy, Monty, Harper, Jasper, Finn, King Roan and Luna. I was this close 🤏 to shouting Madi, as I'm sure they'd agree if they'd thought of her! (FYI us Dutchies are not the shouting through panels kind of audience) I did appreciate they started with Lexa and love that they thought of Luna though!!

When Eliza heard about Lexa's return in season 7, she was stoked, because she loved seeing and working with Alycia again, but then she was "urgh!!" after finding out it wasn't really Lexa - yet still she was happy "because Alycia is just so cool".

#eliza taylor #tasya teles #the 100 #clarke griffin #clexa #dutch comic con #life is tough; comic con helps

[theholypeanut]

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends ♪

Content: Being best friend with Tokimitsu, Aryu, Zantetsu and Raichi (separately) // platonic gn!reader

Characters: Aoshi Tokimitsu, Jyubei Aryu, Zantetsu Tsurugi, Jingo Raichi

Tokimitsu Aoshi

- You became friends when you stood up for him in primary school

- He started to follow you like a puppy but then he got an idea that maybe he is just bothering you, so he stopped

- You went to him and tell him to do what he wants, not what he things doesn’t bother others - and now you are still best friends in high school

- Now people don’t bully him because he is huge, however people take advantage of his kindness a lot

- Thankfully you are not that kind so whenever you are around, no one even dare to request ridiculous stuff from him

- “But maybe they just need help…” “No, shut up, they are using you” “….I don’t mind” “And that’s the problem”

- Outside of that you always ask him for his opinion whenever you two are deciding on something and he knows already he cannot answer “whatever you prefer”

- You love watching trashy movies together that you find via online reviews

Angel protector: Omg omg omg look at this review: “This was glorious. Pure batsh** cheese. So much better than I could have even hoped for.”

Disasterous Sorry-Machine: Sounds great! What’s the title for the movie? When do you want to watch it?

Angel protector: Velocipastor. We are watching this weekend it will be hilarious

Disasterous Sorry-Machine: I’m sorry what’s the title again?

- He gives the best gifts ever and still apologies that “it probably isn’t what you wanted”

- He is also the best math tutor ever, except that he apologises every time you get something wrong (because he is the tutor, if he would be any good you’d get it right…)

- One time you sent him to grab you two food in the cinema, and he couldn’t decide if he should take caramel popcorn or normal, and nachos with cheese sauce or salsa, so he took it all, and that’s how you two found out that caramel popcorn with cheese and salsa sauce is really delicious

Jyubei Aryu

- Ah this man, what can I say - pure glam

- You met in middle school when you two were made sit desks, and after first period he said out of the blue “I am so sorry, but I couldn’t stop looking at your nails… They are so stylish! Are you going to a manicurist?”

- The answer was no, but you two became friends

- Aryu is always there to compliment you out of the blue and it really made you feel so much more confident

- You have to go shopping together, however it takes ages to shop with him

- However you’d know whenever something fits you because Aryu is behaving dramatic af and is almost passing out from stylish energy you give

- You go together to different shrines he finds glamorous and you are taking a whole photoshoot of him there

- Generally you have lots of pics together

- You love to braid his hair and whenever you have sleepovers you read fashion magazines and you try to style his hair accordingly

- Skincare. Party.

- All your prettiest Instagram photos are made by Aryu, this man is a professional

- He can do flower crowns and taught you and every summer u make flower crowns for each other and have (another) photoshoot while looking glam af

Zantetsu Tsurugi

- You were neighbors since how long you can remember, and you parents are friends

- At the beginning you didn’t like Zantetsu: because you thought he was an idiot. You complained to your mother that you don’t want to play with him, but she said “Being smart is not the most important thing person should be”

- It didn’t h it you at first, but in middle school you ended up in the same class for the first time, and you noticed how people make fun of him

- And that enraged you, because Zantetsu always was the nicest person to them, so honest too

- That moment you decided to be friends with him and that was the best decision you made

- You always help him study so he won’t fail his exams (but even with your best effort he still barely passes at best)

- He actually has great music taste and you like to share headphones during breaks and listen to newest gems he found

- You always tell him that without glasses he is hot af, but he said he prefer to be “smart al” (as A Lot)

- Oh he always misuse all acronyms because he forgets what they mean

Speedster: Hey my fwb is coming to visit this week,so I cannot hang out with you on Saturday

Bestie: YOUR WHAT

Speedster: Father’s Wife’s Brother

Bestie: … you mean your uncle?

Speedster: Bbg

Bestie: ??? Since when you call me Bbg?

Speedster: but aren’t you my bbg

Bestie: what do you mean bbg means?

Speedster: Best Buddy Gorgeous?

Bestie: that doesn’t even make sense

Speedster: wait so what does that mean?

Speedster: halo

Speedster: okay I’ll Google it

Speedster: … I mean I was close

- He loves going to the arcade with you and he is actually amazimg in most of the games

- He is great with animals, they LOVE HIM

- You went to the Bunny Cafe once and they loved him

- The same in Raccoon Cafe, Cat Cafe and Pig Cafe

- You generally like to hang out in this kinds of spots, also you can see that Zantetsu feels great with animals because they don’t care if he is smart or not

- Whenever he finds any fun activity in town he asks you to go together

- In amusement parks he wears animal ears without shame because he knows he looks gorgeous

- He is afraid of haunted houses for sure, but if you have to go and you are more afraid, he will step up to “protect you” while his legs will shake

Raichi Jingo

- You are cousins, but also best friends since forever

- However you are so different

- Your main task is to be The Calm One and do not allow him to get into any fights

- Even if he is an actually really good guy, somehow everyone assume he is an aggressive delinquent with yakuza relations

- However he could really chill and not hit you in the back “friendly” everytime he says hello, because your back might snap soon

- Whenever you have any disagreement about anything he says WANNA BET???

- If it is about something that requires fact check, usually you win

- He is a huge picky eater so you usually eat all of the food he will not eat

- Which is… a lot of veggies, because Raichi is like a kid

- However if he likes something he can eats so much, no wonder he has so much stamina

- He loves american romcoms especially the cheesy ones, but if you tell it to anyone you are dead

- He is very blunt and sometimes doesn’t understand that he can hurt you by what he just said, but when he finally notice he will apologise sincerely and tell you that you can pick the movie to watch

- And then you choose horror just to mess with him because this guy is a coward when it comes to ghosts and exorcisms

- But he will own it and watch it as a punishment from behind a plushie (if you tell anyone you are dead 2)

- Actually really good at cooking???

- He always asks you to watch all of his games because he treats it like a good luck charm

- He is actually a soft bestie, but with rough exterior

- You totally once found his stash of dirty magazines and he got beetroot red (he is a boob guy)

- Because of that you sometimes tease him to just see him blush like a tsundere he is

By slowlyholypeanut please do not copy or change, give credit

After writing this I wanna make a full fic about Zantetsu x reader uhhhhh

#dividers by cafekitsune #bllk #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #raichi jingo #tsurugi zantetsu #blue lock platonic #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #tokimitsu x reader #aryu x reader #zantetsu x reader #raichi x reader

[imagininghim]

Not on my watch

A/N: okayyyyy so I don't nor have I ever played COD before so I don't know Ghost's background or story but I have read so many fan fictions that I thought I'd give it a try!

I watched the episode of Rick and Morty where Morty gets assaulted by a Jellybean, and when I seen the part where Rick takes notice of what happened (see pic below for reference) I couldn't help but think what if Rick was Ghost and Morty was the reader. So long story short, here is a lil story based off a somewhat similar concept!

Trigger warnings: swearing, violence, drug/alcohol use, mentions of a shitty abusive ex boyfriend, and somewhat assault (non-consenting waist/wrist grabbing).

Protective!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

This has NOT been proofread.

This might be shit but I still hope you enjoy!

Like, reblog, and follow!

"For the love of god woman! Will you hurry it up!" Soap yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I will be down in just a minute!" I responded which in return resulted in Soap groaning. Slipping on my heels and touching up my makeup, I made one last glance in the mirror before making my way downstairs. "Alright, I'm ready!" The boys turned around to face me, whistling as they laid their eyes on me.

"Well, hello sexy mama!" Soap yelled off, followed by a wolf whistle.

"Keep it in your pants, I'm not interested." Looking over, I seen Ghost looking me up and down, I gave him a smirk and a wink in response while he just stared back.

"Let's go already!" Soap sang, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we all made our way to the door.

Once we made it to the club, the boys and I headed for a booth in the far back.

"Alright, first round is on (Y/N)!" Soap announced taking a seat, pushing further into the booth so I could take a seat, I spoke up.

"Oh how sweet of you to offer," I began sarcastically. "What does everyone want?" I questioned looking between them.

"I'll take a jack and coke." Soap began, scoping out the crowd. "But first, move. I see some pretty ladies that could use my company." Nearly pushing me out of the boot, I stood up and let him out.

"Make that two." Ghost added, staring at me. I nodded with a smile before making my way to the bar.

"Hey, can I get three jack and cokes!" I yelled over the loud music to the bartender. I stood and waited at the bar for my drinks when I felt someone press up behind me.

"Funny seeing you, here." I immediately felt my heart stop and a cold shiver run down my spine when I heard his voice. Forgetting my drinks, I attempted to make my way from the bar until I felt a tight grip on my waist. "Not so fast, where do you think you're going?" He questioned as the bartender returned with my drinks. I looked at the bartender with a small smile before reaching into my purse to grab some cash to pay.

"Let go of me." I uttered out through gritted teeth, trying to not cause a scene. Leaning down, he pushed my hair off my shoulder and lowered his lips to my ear.

"Oh no, baby girl. I didn't that once before and I lost you. I won't be doing it again." I frantically looked around, to see if I could catch someone's attention, to show I needed help but in a packed club, I learned I was utterly alone.

"Please, you don't have to do this. Just let me go and we'll forget it ever happened." I felt his grip tighten more, there would be bruises left as a reminder of him.

"Forget what? How you ran away? Off to work on some military base and whore yourself out to anybody who would give you a second glance." I felt tears forming in my eyes,

"It's not like that, I left because I had too. I left for work." I stated, continuing to scope the crowd for a glimpse of Soap or someone that could help.

"I saw those two guys you walked in with, did you whore yourself out to them? Huh?" Before I could respond, the bartender returned with my drinks. Reaching down into my purse, I pulled out some cash and paid the tab. "Buying drinks for them? What a good little whore you are." Tears streamed down my face.

"Please, just leave me alone. I won't say anything, just let me go." This time he chuckled while beginning to stand up.

"Not a chance, now that I got a hold of you." He pulled me into him, letting of my waist to take ahold of my wrist, "I'm never letting you go." As soon as he let go of my waist, I took a hold of one of the jack and cokes and threw it into his face, I took this as my chance to make a run for it. I spotted Ghost alone at a far booth in the corner and I made it my mission to reach him. Sprinting through the crowd, tears streamed down my face as I reach him.

"(Y/N), where wer-. What's wrong? What happened?" His voice was full of concern as I took a hold of his arm and held on.

"Please, take me home. Please, Simon, please." I begged, my voice cracking more and more with each word until I was full on sobbing into his chest. I felt him wrap an arm around my waist and pull me in closer, he didn't speak. It wasn't until I heard footsteps approaching and the sound of Soap's voice filling my ears and breaking the silence.

"What happened? Is she alright?" But he didn't respond, instead he stood up and passed me over to Soap.

"Take her home, now." Simon spoke with a firm tone.

"Okay, but where are you going?" I glanced up from Soap's arms to see Ghost staring back at me.

"To take care of some business. Now, get her home. That's an order." And with that Ghost turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I turned back around, and follow Soap out of the club and into a cab.

Later that night, Soap passed out in his room and I stayed on the couch waiting of Ghost to return. It was around two am when the sound of the door handle startled me out of my thoughts.

"Simon?" I looked up to see his tall muscular frame, pushing the door closed.

"(Y/N), what are you still doing up?" He questioned, making his way to the couch and taking a seat. The skull masked covered half of his face but the dim light from the TV illuminated his blue eyes. Trailing my eyes further down his frame, I took notice of his busted and bleeding knuckles.

"Oh my god, what happened to you?" I questioned, ignoring his question and standing up to kneel in front of him to get a better look at his hands.

"Nothing, you need to worry about." He said reaching down to take ahold of my waist to help me up. I winced at the pressure from his hands, to which he took note of. "What's wrong?" He questioned, once I stood up.

"Nothing, now tell me what happened." I stated, reaching for his hands but before I could, he reached up and lifted up my shirt revealing the bruises left behind by (Y/E/N).

"Did he do this to you?" I looked away from him, pushing my shirt down.

"It's okay, I need to worry about you." Ghost stood up and took a hold of my face between his hands.

"(Y/N)." I let out a sigh.

"Yes." I looked up to see his bright blue eyes staring back at me.

"I promise, he will never lay a hand on you again." Without questioning him further and putting two and two together, I nodded in response. Staring back at Ghost, I watched his eyes glance at my lips before back at me.

Taking the initiative I leaned in.

#simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x you #ghost #ghost cod #soap cod #soap call of duty #ghost call of duty #imagine #ghost x reader #Simon ghost Riley imagine #fanfic #call of duty #cod #like #reblog #follow

[renren-006]

right, your blog banner has inspired me to send in a request ✨ i’ve got an idea for a court gentry x reader fic based off of ‘you are in love’ by taylor swift. basically it’s like really cute moments between court and the reader throughout their relationship based on some of the lyrics to the song.

the start of the song. could perhaps be their first ever night together. “Coffee at midnight.” and “And your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough” would maybe be their daily routines and such.

the second verse could be like i guess domestic moments between them and then the lyric about letting go of fears and ghosts could be court being more open and comfortable with the reader compared to the beginning of the relationship. there’s also a lyric in the bridge where it mentions keeping a pic of the subject in a office so i thought maybe that could apply for court keeping a polaroid of the reader (that claire took) when he goes on missions. if you could please make the fic really soft and fluffy that would be great

i’m sorry this is kinda long hahahaha but i just had to share the idea i had. keep up the great work! your fics are amazing :)

Loved | Sierra Six x Reader

warning: a litttleeee suggestive wording but other than that full love and fluff!

word count: 760

a/n: this is such a cute idea!! thank you for the request!! i really enjoyed writing this!! i’ll have to make another tag post for song story requests!! I love writing fluffy content but i also added a few...suggestive sentences because i coulden't help myself!!

(just like imagine it’s youuuu)

*Play "You are Loved" by Taylor Swift*

Small talk, he drives. Coffee at Midnight

When you both met it felt like a spark was ignited inside you. 

“Hi” a voice said behind you. Turning back you noticed a handsome face above you. Court stood there, taking a chance at love.

“Hello” you responded, Court took that as a welcoming sign to have him sit next to you. You two smiled at each other

When Court continued talking to you that night you knew maybe there was a change at some happy ending. When he offered to take you to his place you jumped out of the bar stool and happily obliged. You took him up on the offer of a coffee at his place when you two settled in. Soon after that coffee was forgotten. 

And your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough. 

The morning routine was simple, bathrooms were shared between the two of you. Shoulders brushing in the morning as the two of you moved around the bathroom fiddling and getting ready. There was no proof to the Court or anyone outside of this bathroom that they had ever met, touched or loved. You felt it, the connection, the spark. You wanted it ignited between the two of you. Court couldn't admit it to himself yet. 

You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. And for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts.One step not too much, said enough. 

Of course you kept Court's shirt, it was the only thing that kept you grounded when he was gone. You moved in a while after you met and fell hard for one another. You never asked questions, or bothered him about his scars, he would tell you about this other life he had when he was ready.

Court told you the minute he walked in that door after a mission. He still had a fresh cut on his forehead and he felt torn. He felt like the double life he was living needed to be a single one.  

“I…I work for the government, I do jobs for them. Hit jobs” he told you, moments after the door shut. He stumbled over his words, fear on his face. You were caught off guard eating in the kitchen when he stormed in the house. 

“I guessed you did something dangerous..” you told him trailing off. “I'm not leaving. Just because you have a dangerous job doesn't mean I'm going anywhere.” Court didn't say another word other than picking you up out of your chair and settling down on the couch, you in his lap, and just hugged you. The two of you stayed like that for hours, just holding one another. 

One night he wakes. Strange look on his face. Pauses then says “you're my best friend”. and you knew what it was he's in love

You were still up when Court rolled over to you. The book in your hand quickly forgotten by the look Court was giving you. 

“Baby?” you asked, worried he was having a stroke. You put your book down and laid beside him, the dim light from the moon giving your room a glow. He held your face. 

“You're my best friend,” he told you. As his hands stored your cheeks you cried. He loved you. It was clear in his words, his face, and his kisses he gave you. 

And he keeps pictures of you in his office downtown

Claire insisted on taking a picture of you that day. You were wearing a light blue dress, making you look angelic. You knew Court was leaving soon, and you wanted to look nice before swinging him off to his mission. Clair took a photo of you looking longingly at Court, she kept that one for her one jernal. 

The other one she gave to the Court. This one had you looking directly at the camera, full smile and a slight laugh to your face. He remembers that day like no other. How pretty you looked in the dress and how nice you looked at home without it. 

Court kept that photo in his wallet, keeping it with him on missions so he would always have your face to look at to remind him he was fighting to come home to you. He loved you. 

Cause you can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love, true love. You are in love.

#sierra six #sierra six x reader #the grey man #the grey man fan fiction #court gentry #sierra six x you #court gentry x reader #i am so in love with six its not even funny #i love ryan gosling