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[abibliophobiaa]

right where you left me

chapter three: you can hear it in the silence

summary: steve harrington is unlucky when it comes to matters of the heart. for years he’s been in love with his best friend, but circumstances have made it impossible for him to make his feelings known. fate seems to have other plans, when you ask him to help you escape your wedding day, with nothing but his hand to hold and a car to drive off in. you suddenly find yourself headed back to hawkins, back to the place that feels so unfamiliar now — back to the place where you first fell in love.

warnings: 18+; smut - r is inexperienced; alcohol mentions; class differences; financial insecurities; time skip, where r and steve are parents, purposeful vignette-like/short scenes to cover a larger span of time in this mini-series.

steve harrington x f!inexperienced!reader || best friends to lovers, mutual pining, second chance romance with the town handyman who lives in a cabin in the woods.

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Steve kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times before. He kisses you and it feels like kismet — like pieces of a puzzle shifting together. He kisses you, and you feel like you could take to the sky, run a marathon, or leap into the unknown with only his arms as safety.

And you soak up every moment. Every precious second as his lips move over yours, fingers twining around your hips, tugging you flush against him. It shifts, the atmosphere changing, the intensity of his kisses deepening. Heat rises in the room and it has nothing to do with the fire burning in the fireplace. You soak up every soft breath from his lips as you swipe your tongue over his — soak up the breathy moans that pour from him when your fingers glide over the planes of his abdomen, over the softness of his stomach, the hardness of his cock in his jeans.

And it’s there that your experience falters. That nervousness creeps in, because when you jolt back at the unexpectedness of it kicking up in his pants, he presses your palm harder, seeking friction, whispering that it’s okay. That you’re doing everything right.

The nerves ebb. “I - I want it to be good for you,” you say, breathless, “I just - I don’t —”

“It’s already good for me,” he whispers against your collarbone, tugging you down onto the couch, his body hovering above yours. “Pretty sure I’ve never been so hard in my life. But I really just want to make this good for you. Do you trust me?”

With your life. “Yes.”

“Can I take these off?” He slides a palm along your leggings, index finger toying with the band that rests high on your waist.

“Please.”

Deft fingers curl and tug. Slide them down your thighs, baring naked skin. Those same fingers glide over your ankle, up the curve of your leg, the glide of a hip. They toy with the edge of your panties; simple black lace, which you blow out a grateful breath for choosing that morning.

“Still with me?” he rasps, fingers stroking over your lower abdomen, your muscles dancing under the touch.

Hazel eyes, nearly molten honey now in the firelight, meet yours. Flickering with a look you’ve never seen within them before. Lust — for you. At your slow nod, eyes fluttering at the feel of his fingers sliding over the edge of your panties, he pushes the flimsy fabric to the side. Exhales shakily at the first brush of him, robbing your air straight from your lungs.

He drops onto one elbow, palm cradling your head with the softest of touches, lips molding to yours as he slips the first finger inside, your back arching up against the delicious intrusion.

Reality spins around you. Turns on its axis as Steve’s lips move to coast along your abdomen, against hip bone, the inside of your thigh. As your best friend slowly, carefully, reverently slides your underwear down your thighs and whispers a question that has you sighing a soft ‘yes,’ just as your panted breaths turn into cries of his name into the living room. As your heart races when his tongue glides over your clit just so — as he licks at you like it’s his job, a dream come to fruition at last, something he’s wanted to do all his life.

“I - I’m —”

“It’s okay,” he whispers, squeezing at your thigh with his free hand, “it’s just me. You can let go.”

No one has ever touched or kissed you like this. And you’ve never…never spiraled like this either. Never felt so close to the edge of pure, endless pleasure. Never seen the peak, never skirted over the edge, crying out another’s name.

Until now.

Steve knows this. Soothes you through it, crawling back up your body to brush at your cheek as you clutch his shirt tight, gasping breaths warming his flushed skin. As you float back to reality, a hazy mass of trembling limbs, he cups your chin and kisses you soundly, tongue gliding over yours, tasting yourself on him.

“We can stop,” he manages to get out before your fingers slip to grip at the hem of his top, tugging at the fabric, wanting it off.

In one swift movement, he grips the collar from behind his head and rips it free from his form, the ripple of his arms, chest and stomach dancing in your vision. He swoops back down and kisses you anew, body against body. Pulling back, you sit up against the armrest of the couch, Steve leaning back onto his knees. He watches with rounded, heated eyes as you grab at your own sweater and slide it up and off your frame, revealing a matching black bra to the panties that now lay discarded on the floor.

Your fingers reach behind you to grip at the clasp of your bra, appreciating the way Steve’s throat bobs.

“Wait!” His shout has you pausing, your eyes narrowing in fear of rejection, until he eases that nervousness away with the fumbling of his jeans, pushing them down around his ankles before kicking them into the corner of the room. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible. It seemed fair. We’re equal now.”

In one movement, you unclip the bra. Straps flutter around your shoulders, the cups freeing from your breasts, the warmth from the fire skittering along your flesh. Heart racing, you watch as Steve grips at the band of his boxers, pushing them down and off his thighs, the part of him you’ve never seen before slapping against the soft of his stomach. Against the dark hair that trails there. He’s hard and huge and there, the evidence of his desire on display.

Curiosity and reverence has you inching closer on the couch, settling your palms against his abdomen, gliding up and over his chest and shoulders, down his biceps, along the backs of his hands. Nervously, you raise one to your breast, gasping as his fingers cup the fullness of it in his palm, cradling it, brushing over a nipple with a thumb as his forehead drops against yours.

No one has ever touched you like this before. Before, it had been a rush and a hurry in the back seat of someone’s car. A flurry of movement. But Steve’s gentle touches roam your body, his other hand coming to cup the other breast, sliding down your sternum, along your stomach, between your thighs, making you whimper against his lips. Hesitant fingers reach out, trail along the rippling muscle of his abdomen, over the line of hair beyond his naval, the long and thick cock lingering in the space between you.

A trembling palm curls around him and experimentally moves, a gesture brought on by human instinct alone, an upward and downward stroke that has Steve’s forehead falling to your shoulder, rasping out a curse into your skin.

“Like this?” you ask through a pleasant sigh as he curls that digit within you in the way that had you crying for him moments ago, marveling at the way he grapples at your side with his free hand, fingers pressing tight to the fullest point of your hips.

“J-just like that, honey,” he stutters, lifting his head again to claim your mouth in a fervent kiss, swallowing your pretty noises. “Are we really — is this really happening?”

“You’re not dreaming,” you giggle, shrieking as he shifts you both over so you’re rolling onto the floor, onto the endless mountain of blankets and pillows below. “Steve!”

Broad palms press against your cheeks, lips falling against yours, a hum spilling from you. Without a moment to even try and stop your head from spinning, Steve drops kiss after kiss to your skin. The curve of your neck, the line of your collarbone. The dip of your sternum. A tongue glides over a pebbled nipple, bringing it into his mouth, hazel eyes locking on your own with a blazing heat behind him as another callused palm kneads the other. You could unravel just like that, with his eyes on you, drinking you in like he is now. But you know you want more. You want it all with him. Want to feel every inch of him that’s presently resting against your inner thigh, want to feel him inside, closer than he’s ever been before.

“Steve,” you rasp, curling your fingers in his long tresses, “I want — no, I need you inside me.”

He shifts up onto his elbows, peering down into your eyes. A shudder licks along your spine, the realization of what you’re both about to do dawning. The importance of this moment; a moment that’ll change everything you know about your relationship fully and completely. Where there might be nervousness, you only feel solidity in your choice — excitement, to finally be taking this step, this leap, with Steve.

“Please,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks and chest warm under his gaze.

A palm comes up to seek his face, brushing back the hairs that fall over his forehead, so messy and perfectly him. With a slow exhale, Steve curls his palm around the back of one of your knees, parting you for him, lifting it a bit into a bend. Instinct has your ankle hooking around the back of his knee, tugging him closer, shuddering at the feel of him against your slick center.

“I’m on the pill,” you blurt out quickly, “And you know my experience is…”

“I want you to know right now that this is the best night of my life,” he promises, knuckles brushing along your temple, quelling your nerves, “you could never disappoint me, okay?”

A nod.

“I’m clean, and I’ve never —” he gestures to where you both lay bare, “without a condom. I just want you to be sure. We can stop at any point.”

“I want this,” you tell him, curling your ankle tighter around his thigh, the heel digging into his muscle to draw him closer.

He grabs himself in hand, those dark eyes locking on yours. “Look at me,” he whispers, and you feel him nudge at your entrance, “it’s just us,” and he’s sinking in.

Slowly, so, so slowly.

“P-perfect,” you stutter out, clutching at a forearm as he inches in a bit more, that unfamiliar burn making you wince. Worry clouds his eyes, but you shake your head, “just…go slow, okay?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He pushes a little further, gauging your reactions, clutching at the bend of your thigh, thumb stroking along the inside of your knee lovingly. Another inch, and you lean up to kiss him tenderly. “Ah, shit —”

“W-what?”

Anxiety fills your tone, and he shakes his head rapidly to assuage your fears. “No. No. You just feel too good. I’m trying to make this last.”

Heat blooms in your chest at his words, hips rolling experimentally from beneath him, that burning dulling into a pleasurable fullness. The delicious stretch of him giving way to something…new. Something different. Twine spills out before you, a coil, a line you feel growing tighter with every passing moment. He gasps out a breath. A hot puff against your collarbone as his head falls, wispy hairs teasing along your warm skin.

“More,” you pant, clutching at his shoulder as he fully seats himself inside, pussy clenching around him at the newness of being so full of Steve.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You nod, head falling back as he pulls back, nearly pulling out, and drives back in. In and out, in and out, beginning something you know will forever change your relationship. “Oh god.” A gasp, as he repeats the motion again and again, brushing against a part of you that you didn’t even know existed.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he grounds out. He pulls back, pulls out, and you nearly cry with the loss of him, until he smirks and pushes back in, punching your breath straight from your lungs. “It’s like you were made for me.” You could cry, you could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you lose yourself to this, to this moment — to him. “Tell me you’re mine. You’re finally mine.”

“I’m yours,” you promise, keening as he lifts your thigh higher onto his hip, driving into you in a way that makes white flash behind your eyes, “and you’re mine.”

The words you want to say bubble on your lips. The three words with the power to change everything. The three you’ve denied yourself all these years in fear of the rejection that might come should you ever utter them. But you feel them with every beat of your heart, with every roll of his hips, with every kiss he presses to your lips as you inch closer and closer to release.

And it’s there. Right there. That elusive thing you’ve only heard about with friends in mixed conversation. That blooming low in your belly, the unfurling as he continues to grind into you over and over again, the flame licking in the space where you’re irrevocably connected to him now in a way you’ve never been before.

“Steve — I’m —”

“I’m close too,” he grunts, chest pressing against yours, lips at your cheek. “Let go with me, yeah?”

It ripples through you with a broken sob, and the feeling of Steve’s hips faltering in their rhythm as he finishes, warmth spilling into you. Hearts race. Mouths come together in the middle, foreheads pushing against one another. Your hands tangle together like whispered secrets on knitted blankets, against pillows littering the floors.

Neither of you pulls away, bodies only rolling enough to face one another, his softening cock still inside of you. Fingers trail along his bicep as his other arm slides beneath your head, cradling you there. It’s all sweet and soft kisses against skin. His mouth at your brow, your cheek, your jaw…lips. Different and yet it feels like something that’s always been meant to be. A part of the two of you never tapped into.

Until now.

“So…”

“So…” You nuzzle your nose against his, blinking up at his tired, blissfully hazy eyes.

“That was…”

“Perfect?” you finish, gliding your fingers through the hair curling around his ear.

“Perfect,” he agrees, index finger gliding up and down the line of your spine, “everything. Tired, hmm?”

He watches the flutter of your eyes. The telltale yawn that pours from you. The liquid form of your limbs draped over his own. Your head rests over his chest and fingers dig into his hip.

“Let me take care of you and then we can pass out, okay?”

He parts from you with a whine, limbs aching a little as you stretch and he disappears into the bathroom, only to come back with a warm washcloth to clean you with. It’s tossed across the room a moment later, the man of your heart rearranging the pillows around the floor into a better makeshift mattress, blankets already tucked low around your hips as you find him again, your bare chest pressing against his.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“I just want to remind you that you’ve always been enough,” you tell him softly. Quietly. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

“You have me,” he promises, squeezing you tighter. “I’m yours.”

And you’re his.

A beautiful thing that curls around you both as you slip into sleep.

You’re grateful for a holiday weekend, because for the next three days, neither of you leave the comfort of the bedroom. It’s there that you learn every inch of Steve. That you remember the way his fingers trace your skin, how he feels when he’s inside of you, over you and under you, what it looks like when you drive him to finish, the way he looks at you when you writhe beneath him, hands fisted in his hair.

For days, all you know is that. The complete and utter bliss of a new relationship — despite the fact neither of you have given things a title yet. And even so, you hardly feel like you need to. You’d both said those words: you’re mine, and I’m yours. Wholly and completely. In your heart you know it, in your mind, and in your body. This is what you’ve been dreaming of for years, this is what you know you want.

He’s holding you now, your back to his chest, his fingers stroking you between your thighs, the fullness of him sliding in from behind. Another arm loops over your chest, resting over your heart, keeping you close. And you pinch your eyes shut at the feeling of it, at the sound of your sweat slick skin against his, the place where you’re joined, the press of his lips against your spine, your shoulder.

“You always.” A kiss. “Feel so.” Another kiss. “Good.” He tips your chin up and kisses your lips, swallowing your moan as you drive your hips back against his, wanting him deeper, wanting to crawl inside him if you could. “Taking me so well, beautiful.” A whine. “Gonna come for me, baby? Want it.”

You’ve been at it for hours. Or it feels like hours. He’d woken up that morning insistent on feeding you, before falling back into bed with you for the third day in a row. Had kissed every inch of you before rolling over and watching you with hooded eyes as you sunk down on him, robbing him of his very breath. That had been a frantic thing, hips rolling over him, his hands digging crescent moons into your sides, little medals for the honor of watching Steve completely crumble beneath you when his orgasm snuck up on him, knowing you’d done that.

Another whine punches from your lungs. Stolen from you as fire licks up your spine and you’re engulfed with it, clutching at his forearm and crying his name with your release, forehead slumping into your pillow as he follows soon after, hips slowing to a stop as he tugs you flush against his chest, whispering your praises against the skin of your cheek, his fingers dancing along your sweaty temple.

“I think that was our best yet,” you laugh, stroking along the hairs against the back of his arm, relishing in the shiver that ripples from him in the aftershocks of his own orgasm. “How about we shower and grab some breakfast at the diner or something?”

“Are you up to grab a tree with me for the holidays too?” At your nod, he grins against your shoulder, “maybe some ice skating and hot chocolate at the rink?”

“Is this our first date?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder to press a lingering kiss to his lips.

He hums against you, breathing a sigh, and you know the contentment pouring from him because it mirrors your own. “If you want it to be. As much as I want to stay here forever, I'm pretty sure our friends are worried we’ve fallen off the face of the earth.”

“We kind of did,” you muse, recalling the parting words on Thanksgiving just days ago now. “I haven’t slept a wink in days.”

“Says the woman reaping all the benefits in the form of endless orgasms,” he teases, laying a love bite against your shoulder, pulling away from you to rise up onto his feet, nodding his head toward the shower. “Come on.”

“No funny business,” you tease, curling a blanket around your shoulders as you follow him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You only make it five minutes in before you break that promise by sinking down onto your knees.

…And naturally, he repays the favor after.

——

People notice Steve wherever he goes. As the town handyman, he earns a bit of attention. Smiles from those that pass by, waves as he walks down the street, calls of his name from across parking lots. So you suppose it should come as no surprise when you meander through the endless rows of trees, your hand in Steve’s, earning a bunch of stares of your own.

For a while, you’ve been simply the girl who follows in his wake. A familiar face around town while you’ve been here, and a figment of a past time to those who had been around much longer. Now, you were swiftly approaching what you knew to be a permanent fixture in the town all over again.

It feels natural — the weight of his palm in your own, fingers tangled, arms swinging in the space between the two of you, dressed in similar outfits. It’s nothing unusual in comparison to your years long friendship, though now you know what his lips feel like against every inch of you, you know that his heart against your spine thrums like a perfect tattoo while his arms circle you, you know what the weight of him above you feels like.

And even so, you earn the curious gazes of wandering eyes. The glances from those trying to garner what is happening here. You don’t mind it, though. Don’t mind the way people wonder, because you already know the truth within your heart. The depth of the feelings he has for you mirror your own, as sure as the sun rises and sets every day. The realization that this is the start to what you hope might be forever.

“How about this one?” Steve asks.

An hour later you’re both dragging a tree into his living room and decorating it in dozens of shiny lights and bulbs. He kisses you long and slow, fingers in your sweater, foreheads pressed in close, hearts even closer.

“It’s perfect,” you whisper, staring up at the tree, beautifully lit and adorned with love.

“It is,” Steve says back, but he’s not staring at the tree, he’s staring right at you instead.

——

The Hideout is bustling with customers. Endless rows of children constructing and decorating gingerbread houses at one table, while parents and family members alike mill about at the other tables, conversations about the upcoming holidays filtering through your ears as you pass by, handing off drinks and food.

Steve’s not here yet. A fact you notice as you watch the table of your friends grow, the group bent low together, beaming at what the other is saying, caught up in their company as day turns into night.

You’re finishing up handing off water to a table of teenagers when you notice Abi waving you over, a weary look in her eyes. It’s when your gaze travels southward you notice the shaggy blonde curls that you couldn’t forget even if you tried. Nor the pristine suit and tailored pants, the too expensive watch, that tie cinched around his neck. Green eyes drift your way from the bar, arms crossing over a toned chest. Chiseled cheekbones give way to blonde stubble, a messier look than you’re used to on Clark’s conventionally attractive features.

His eyes narrow at your appearance. To him, you’re wearing no more than a pair of jeans you bought off of a clearance rack, and a black sweater with a hole in one sleeve after you’d gotten it caught on Steve’s truck handle. He’s seen you in designer gowns, shoes, decked to the nines with jewelry, looking like the ever dutiful daughter. And now — now his eyes roam your form with distaste, the curl of his lip making your stomach drop.

“I can ask him to leave,” Abi murmurs low against your ear as you slip behind the bar to join her, “just say the word, and he’s gone. Eddie wouldn’t mind if I toss him out. He’s kind of an asshole anyway. Asked me if I had a specific bottle of wine, and scoffed when I said we didn’t. I almost told him he could shove the credit card he slapped against the bar up his ass.”

“Sounds about right,” you grumble, giving her hand a little squeeze. “I’ll be okay. And if not, and you catch me ready to throw a glass and lose my job —”

“I’ll turn the other way and pretend I didn’t see it.”

Offering her a smile, you slip back out and round the bar, grabbing Clark’s sleeve and tugging him to a smaller table positioned away from everyone else. From here, you can see Steve when he arrives and escape if need be. Huffing, you cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head up, staring into that blank stare.

“So this is where you ran off to,” he tuts, snickering, “it’s…charming.”

“It’s where I grew up,” you tell him flatly, “it’s home.”

“Home is in the city,” he says, leaning up onto his elbows, hand coming to curl over your own. Your eyes narrow at the contact, at the feeling of his finger cradling the back of your palm. “Come home. Stop this, please? Your family misses you, your friends miss you — believe it or not, I miss you.”

You bark out an incredulous laugh. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Darling…” The hand around yours tightens, and you know he’s trying to narrow your window of escape, to ensure you stay rooted in place. “We had fun together, didn’t we?”

“At events, sure.”

He was kind enough. Was willing to laugh with you, to joke and tease, to talk. But there was nothing of any sort of romantic nature beneath the surface. Your marriage was intended for monetary purposes and those alone.

“You hardly even gave us a chance.”

“Clark, we were in an arrangement,” you remind him. “A mutually beneficial agreement for both of us.”

“Which has since fallen through.”

“And I am sorry about that —”

“Then come home,” he says again, eyes intent on your face. “Come. Home.”

“This is my home,” you whisper, catching the sight of Steve walking by in the window. His eyes immediately narrow at the sight of Clark across from you.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Clark lets out a bitter laugh as Steve appears in the doorway, approaching your table cautiously. “This is the guy you ran out on me with. Him? You’re choosing him. What can he offer you that I cannot?”

“Love, Clark,” you say, voice breaking at the end, “I love him…and I — I think he loves me. So yes, I’m choosing him. I’m choosing to stay here…with him.”

He fixes Steve with a hard stare, mouth parting slightly, settling back into a firm line. “You love him?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, and it’s watery. A broken off sob at the realization of your admission. “I do. We wouldn’t be happy together. You know that. I mean…you were kissing Christina on our wedding day.”

“She’s, ah, that’s…complicated.”

“But she means something to you,” you tell him, giving his hand a squeeze. “We wouldn’t be happy. You know we wouldn’t. Tell me you can see that.”

His palm slides down his face, head shaking slowly. “Your father’s company —”

“You’re an amazing surgeon,” you remind Clark, “and my father will come around. Eventually. I’m certain. And…maybe when he doesn’t hate me for making the choices I’ve made, I can send over a glowing recommendation. We don’t have to do things just because it’s our family’s way. We can choose our own happiness.”

Clark leans back a bit, his hand falling away from yours, fingers curling around the chair beside him to make room for a perplexed looking Steve Harrington at the table. “Can I at least say hello the man my fiancée ran out on me — on our wedding day, no less — for?”

“Clark,” Steve mutters with a nod, sinking down onto the chair beside you, arm curling around your shoulders. “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington. And, uh, sorry about your wedding day.”

Clark reaches over to grip his hand. “You’re really not sorry, though,” he chuckles heartily, shaking Steve’s hand.

Steve grins, because no. No, he’s not at all sorry, and you couldn’t be happier.

The three of you sit there in that restaurant for an hour, talking about plans for the future. About Christina and Steve. Christina, who is from a not so affluent family. A family his family doesn’t quite approve of, but he loves her. A fact you could even tell after seeing them together in their embrace.

In the end, Clark decides to head back to the city with the intention of making things right with the woman he loves. You also send him on the mission to talk to your parents, to convince them neither of you wants the marriage, and to let them know you’re okay since they don’t wish to contact you as it is.

Once he’s gone, you’re left to finish up cleaning your station, later announcing to your friends that you and Steve are heading for a little walk. Neither of you wants to stick around at the moment. Not when there’s so much to talk about.

Without him even saying anything, you know he’s overheard what you said to Clark. That you loved him. That you love him. Nervousness wells within you as you tug your jacket closer to your form, reaching out to lace your fingers with Steve’s, your hands swinging in the space between the two of you. Part of you wonders if you’ll ever get used to this. Part of you doesn’t, wanting merely to rest in the excitement of finally having the one thing you’ve both always wanted come to fruition.

“So…that was nice,” you say, peering up into his eyes.

The moon shines above, but Steve’s eyes are on your face. A lingering look you feel all the way down to your toes. “He’s still an asshole.” He swallows. Here it is. “Did you mean everything back there?”

“Which part?”

He pauses on the sidewalk, hands curling into your belt loops, tugging you against him. “Well, for starters, the part where you said this is your home now.”

“If you don’t mind having a roommate for a little while longer. At least, until I get back on my feet. Pretty sure my inheritance is not happening ever.”

His fingers cup your jaw, mouth brushing lazily over yours. “I’m not kicking my girlfriend out.”

It’s the first time he’s called you that, no fanfare, no need for explanation. And it feels right down to your marrow.

“Are you…asking me to officially move in?” you question, head tilting back a bit to gauge his reaction to your words.

“Are you saying yes?” He bounces on the heels of his feet a little, your palms resting against his stomach.

“I mean, an endless sleepover with my best friend sounds pretty great.”

He beams. “And then there’s that other part of the conversation I walked in on.”

“What part might that have been?” you prompt, leaning up onto your toes, biting at your bottom lip.

His fingers slide around your hips, slipping into the back pockets of your denim jeans. “The part where you said you love me.”

“I’ve loved you for years, Steve,” you tell him honestly, “I’ve…been in love with you for years. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

His nose runs down the side of yours gently. “I’m in love with you too.”

He says it so quickly, all in a rush, like he simply wants to breathe the words into existence. To make them known. To speak the secrets that have been lingering in the silent moments between the two of you for years. To give them the voice they deserve. To set them into motion, to flight, to give them the breadth to roam freely.

“All this time?” you ask, swallowing the tears that threaten to spill.

“Yeah.” He nods. “All this time, honey. Always, if you’ll let me.”

You trust that his words are true. You know within your heart he means every single one of them. You welcome the free fall, and what a beautiful, safe space to land you’ve found in Steve.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” A kiss brushes the tip of your nose.

A giggle. “Deal.”

——

Two years later…

Sunlight streams in through the bedroom window. Warms your skin as a yawn spills from your lips, arms stretching against pillows, head nuzzling deeper into the mattress's downy embrace.

A warm arm slides in around your waist, a palm gliding over your stomach. “How are my girls doing?” It’s the voice of your husband that stirs you, chest rumbling against your spine, thumb stroking along your skin.

“We were just taking a nap,” you sigh, rolling over to face the man, “you finished for the day?”

“Yeah,” he says, leaning over to look at the scrunched up newborn resting near your hip. “Uncle Eddie and Aunt Abi’s new house has a nice deck now. They also decided to keep the swing in the backyard just for when you grow up a little bit more, Summer.”

Summer sleepily stares up at her father as he carefully lifts her into the crook of his elbow, bouncing her a little to help her settle when her face wrinkles with the beginnings of a soft cry.

“She’s bigger than she was this morning,” he huffs, the hairs that are getting a little too long on his head now puffing upward with the hard breath.

Giggling, you roll over to lean against his shoulder, running the pads of your finger along her chubby cheek. “She’s the same as she was this morning.”

“Do you think she missed me?” He glances up, hopeful.

“Always,” you reassure him, knowing he hates going back to work after the initial few weeks he took off to spend time with his newborn daughter. “We got an invitation to Clark and Christina’s wedding.”

“At least that wedding won’t end with a runaway bride situation.”

“Hey, that runaway bride became your wife.”

Your own wedding was a year ago now. And because Steve had helped nearly everyone around town, it became a huge event. Nearly everyone in town had gathered around as you walked down a grassy aisle to the man who always had your heart. It was there he pledged forever, a promise to keep you close and your heart closer for all of time to come.

Your parents had even come, deciding that love truly mattered above all else — though a lot of that was thanks to Clark and Christina’s influence. Those two had even become closer friends to you than you ever thought imaginable. Just four people who had come together in the strangest of circumstances, finding that sometimes the person who people deemed ‘best’ for you wasn't actually the right one — and that choosing love would overcome any other obstacle that might try to get in your way.

“That she did,” he says, leaning down to brush a kiss to your forehead.

And now you had an extension of that, in the form of a bleary eyed baby staring up at the two of you. Equal parts him and you, and everything you could have ever dreamed of and more. “Come on, I have something to show you! Summer can come too.”

“You just don’t want to let her go.”

“I never do,” he coos, leaning down to brush a kiss over her forehead, “she’s like her Mom. Has me wrapped around her finger, and she’s not even two months old.”

“I’ll say a prayer for her future suitors now —”

“Hey — she is not dating until she’s thirty and that’s final.”

You shove at him lightly as he leads you down the hall and into the newly extended part of the home. There’s a little sunroom, full to the brim with plants, and just outside on the back porch, he’s added a beautiful wooden swing that overlooks the water.

“Steve…”

“I know you like to read out here, but I figured now that we have Summer…” He settles down on one of the cushions, making room against his hip for you to curl up next to him, watching as the sun begins to set over Hawkins. “We could come out here…as a family. I have more plans too. A seating area over there for when we have company. Maybe some stuff for when Nancy and Jonathan bring their son over for a play date. A treehouse over there.”

“I love it, Steve.”

“I love you,” he says, brushing his lips against yours ever so softly, just as Summer starts to whine in the crook of his elbow. “Oh no, sweetheart, shhh shh. Don’t cry…this mountain I must climb…feels like a world upon my shoulders…”

“Oh, come on,” you laugh as he starts to sing, sides shaking with the memory of your return to Hawkins so long ago now.

“Through the clouds I see love shine —” He continues, and Summer stares up at him like he’s hung the stars in the sky for her. “It keeps me warm as life grows colder.”

“In my life, there’s been heartache and pain,” you sing along, snuggling closer into his side, looping your arm around his and lacing your fingers with his own. “I don't know if I can face it again.”

You both break into a fit of giggles as the both of you sing-whisper out in equally as horrendous voices so as to not wake the baby that’s starting to doze off, “I wanna know what love iiiiis. I want you to show meee.”

You turn to face him, staring intently in his eyes, the song falling off, along with the laughter, as Summer’s eyes flutter shut. “Thank you for this. For all of it. This life we have together. For choosing me every day. Us. Our family.”

“Thank you,” he breathes back against your lips, kissing you as the sun sinks further along the sky, soft and pink and golden — just like the life before you and the one to come.

——

#lunaloveseddie #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut

[lowkeyrobin]

Mcyt with an s/o who's a voice acter for video game characters? They mostly do voice characters in horror games n stuff(like until dawn, where the characters are also modeled after the voice after if I remember correctly)

I just think their faces would be hilarious if the choice they make in the game ends up with y/n getting killed lol

OH MY GOD YESSSSS ; also tried to use different games and not the same for everyone but I'm not the heaviest story game gamer LMFAO ; also don't talk about how timeliness wouldn't make sense shhhhhh

MCYT ; video game voice actor

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language & fictional violence and death/murder

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

somehow the topic of mc story mode came up and how you actually voice acted a few characters + one of the Jessie variants (whichever you picked as a kid 🙏)

"WHAT? WHY DIDNT I KNOW ABOUT THIS?"

"I mean I was like, fourteen. I don't think I even knew you yet"

"absolute betrayal"

he literally speeds to his office, downloads the first game and proceeds to stream for three hours playing it (he selects whichever Jessie you voiced of course)

"OH MY GOD THAT IS MY PARTNER, HOLY SHIT, LISTEN TO THEIR BABY VOICE!"

the tweets never end

"spot the difference" and its an old/new pic of you compared to jessie

💀💀💀💀

once he gets to the save Petra or Lukas scene he straight up pauses and playfully yells at you like you made the game?? 💀🙏

he dies so many times it's not even funny

love him tho

TUBBO

red dead redemption two 💀

forget the qsmp, once he finally downloads the game its all he's playing for a straight week

again, how the hell did he not know about this??

it was only 2018??

you voice a few of the townsfolk and a few of the supporting characters

everytime he hears your baby voice he's like "omg you sounded like that??" obviously he's been friends w you for a while so he doesn't notice voice changes

as an Easter egg, the player can actually kill one of the random townsfolk solely for being annoying with no consequences

it's modeled after you as well 💀💀💀

the npc just shouts annoying shit and doesn't shut up and is encouraged to kill the kid

tubbo kills the kid and unlocks the secret achievement

RANBOO

Detroit become human

the moment he finds out you voiced a minor character he speedruns trying to find you

the character is also modeled after you, so he's begging chat to keep an eye out for you too

you're basically just some very friendly person trying to help Connor but no matter what route he/the player takes, you wind up dead for the angst

ouuuu the heartbreak, the angst

if it's by being shot, betrayed, or committing your own death, you're gone bro

"y/n why the fuck does your character die in the worst ways possible?"

you shrug

"that genuinley hurt my feelings. I don't wanna play this anymore"

"you didn't get to Connors possible death scene yet!"

"WHAT?"

FREDDIE BADLINU

TLOU 2 (I don't support the makers zionist views, I just thought this fit. free Palestine and do your daily clicks)

was literally cheering you on the whole time when you were bts for voice acting your character

you had to take like scream classes to upgrade your screaming abilities lmao

you gave the voice to a character modeled after you, an infected teen who runs into ellie on her way through the game

she/the player is forced to put you down because you're not immune

L

he plays through the game and turns to you like "dude do I actually have to kill you to progress?"

you just nod

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna do this"

THE DESPERATE SCREAMING GOT HIM

literally looked at you in horror

"...are you okay?"

you smile and nod

NIKI NIHACHU

life is strange

mf you would've been like 16?? damn get ur bag, okay

she plays through and you va (whoever you choose) and everytime she hears your voice she smiles

"omg that's my partner! that's y/n, you guys!! :D"

the cutest

literallt cries at the end of the game

"y/n, were you in life is strange two?"

"why?"

"Cause I wanna play it but I don't wanna get my hopes up about you being there"

"just play it, just play it. trust me"

ALEX QUACKITY

twdg s4

basically clem/the player gets really close to your character and ends up having to kill them after they turn into a walker

the angst, the heartbreak

he's never done a full let's play / game play like that before and especially with a full game series

when he got to s4 and heard you for the first time he literally started jumping around and screaming

now when you die... it's jumping and screaming alright (in anger and sadness)

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I PLAYED ALL THOSE GAMES JUST FOR YOU TO DIE?"

"I mean there's an option to prevent me turning, you're just a dumbass"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? IM RESTARTING"

FOOLISH GAMERS

dead by daylight

you va'd multiple characters/killers

and the devs wanted to show appreciation by giving you your own playable character with your natural voice

when foolish finds out, he gets tubbo, quackity, tina & niki in a call to play dbd + stream for like 6 hours

loves seeing all the death animations you'd be given and all your voicelines

"OH MY GOD! guys this is my partner, they're so instantly talented at voice acting, holy shit!"

"we get it foolish, you love y/n"

"It's more than love, quackity, it's an obsession"

"my brother in christ, calm down"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #alex quackity x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #mcyt x gn reader #they/them reader

[sanjisblackasswife]

Since we already did the boys reaction when you grab they’re Tiddies what about they’re ass? 🧍🏽‍♀️

A\N: 🧍🏾‍♀️ ask and you shall recieve

“Op Boys When You Touch Their Tiddays” is here if you wanna read that first (I recommend because Law ‘s part references that incident in this one)

OP Boys When you Randomly Touch Their Butt (Black Fem! Reader)

Ft. Monster Trio + Ace, Law, and Shanks

CW: more chaos, groping, pretty nsfw for Shanks (I need that man sm), and some have mini scenarios some don’t

Zoro

Leave this poor man alone

He is tired. He is so tired of you.

You are his female Sanji and he honestly has almost cried about it

But it’s too late because he’s stuck with you because he loves you sm

“What?” Zoro was Doing his daily squats when he seen your head peak out the doorframe watching him.

Menacingly.

His back was facing you, but he could smell your mischief because you only just peak through the opening when you want to harass him about something.

“Nothing…” Zoro still had his back towards you sighing just hoping you were there to ask a question and leave. And that was the plan! You wanted to ask him if he had to choose between you or sake, butt something else disrupted that idea.

You seen him wearing those black pants again. He usually enjoyed working out in shorts but today they were in the laundry and apparently Zoro must have gained more weight because them black pants were a bit tighter than you initially remembered.

His butt looked so firm. So round! Omg…

“Just one poke.”

You sat behind him like a lion watching his prey just looking for the right moment he squats back down and…

“Y/N!” He drops the HEAVY weight in the ground making the floor shake under you both. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!”

Okay you didn’t just poke it you slapped it. Couldn’t help yourself.

Zoro was so damn flustered feeling a bit of a sting on his muscle butt, he usually was the one to slap your butt so having the roles changed really threw him off and he actually began to stutter a bit.

“Did you like it…”

“DID I L-LIk—LIKE IT?!”

“Oh my gosh you sound so cute stuttering.”

His eye twitched at you, in one fell swoop he threw you over his shoulder like a bag of rice and pulled your shorts down and..

“OOOOWWWWWWWWUHH!”

“See. Not so fun is it?”

“YOU DAMN SADIST THAT ISNT FAIR.”

Law

Man almost roomed and shambled yo ass off the damn submarine.

First his tiddies now his ass?

He doesn’t even know who you are anymore.

He’ll get you back though

“Y/N.” He approached you bending over to grab something, him being the ass man he is of course he did a faint smirk seeing all the way up your pretty thick thighs and just barely being able to see the bottom of your butt. Law wasn’t really keen on PDA with you so he kept his touches outside the bedroom to a minimum, but since it was just you both in the empty hallway he stood incredibly close behind you and rested his hand on the curve of your ass. “Let’s go I need you for something.”

You almost didn’t hear him, with his cold heavy hand caressing your ass a little. “Oh um..okay.” He hummed and began walking the opposite way in silence until you decided why not return the favor?

You caught up with him and if you were being honest you was kinda scared, Law gets irritated with you so easily, and today he seems pretty unreadable, but …considering he touched your butt in public (?) what kind of girlfriend would you be to not do the same.

So you look down and see his little booty moving back and fourth in his pokadotted jeans and reach out your hand for a small squeeze.

You clashed into his huge back from the abrupted stop he made.

“What…the hell was that…” Law turned furrowing his eyesbrows at you. You know that scene where they tied Chopper to his hat and he looked dumbfounded? He did the same face. You awkwardly chuckle but before you could respond he pulls you in front of him. “Walk.”

His voice was cold, did you really piss him off that much from a simple but grab? That was until you felt a small pinch under your skirt making you yelp at the sting.

“Why’d you do that!?”

“You just have a perfect ass I guess.” He muttered not looking at you, but straight ahead.

Ace

Slapping butts is actually yall way of communication KSHSJSK

Like to get each others attention and stuff

Like “Aye babe.” *casually slaps dat ass and nods “Look over there.”

You don’t know when it started but it became a mindless thing to do so you never questioned it and neither did he

However today you maaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy have over done it

Ace was passed out on your bed naked because he was waiting on you to get ready to take a bath with him.

“Okay sorry we can—oh my goodness…”

HE HAS FRECKLES ON HIS BUTT TOO

IT WAS SO CUTE

You walked over to him as he was spread like peanut butter on bread and you gave his plump Booty cheek a poke.

“It’s so soft… Ace Baby..wake up..”

Eventually you get tired of the BS and do what you usually do to get his attention.

You went a bit OOC and actually licked your palm and gave that freckled booty a nice SLAP

THE RECOIL ON HIS BUTT HELLO?

GATTA BE JELLY CUZ JAM DONT SHAKE LIKE THAT

Thursday afternoon the sun is still out

Hella Ass

The loud wet smack of his butt damn near echoed in the room.

Poor baby woke up terrified and confused.

“DID YOU SLAP ME?!”

“YES LOOK AT THAT ASS!?”

“WHA—“

“Baby i know you like my ass, but yours is even better.”

You didn’t even care about his dick being out and semi hard, you just wanted to get another peek of them cheeks

“I hate you.”

Luffy

Now since you both grab each others tiddies he doesn’t really care anymore if you randomly grope him

He laughs each time

You and Luffy had to go clothes shopping moreso you and you seen some shorts similar to the ones Luffy usually wears and showed him.

“Try these on!”

“And thennnn can we go get some foooddd?”

“Yes i promise.”

He smiled and actually took your hand to the changing room.

“Lu, I don’t have to be in here with you ya know.”

“It’s fine if somebody gets mad I’ll protect you.” He’s already unbuttoning his pants and you sit and playfully sigh at him.

The shorts fit a bit snug so you knew it was a no go especially if he were in a fight.

“Yeah no…you’d rip them when you go against Kaido again.”

“You should wear these hehehehe!”

“No way look at your butt in those!”

You turn him around to face his back towards you and you slap his butt in the tight fabric, he had a small round butt, and he laughs so loudly as the contact

“My butt is bigger than yours I couldn’t fit those.”

Luffy takes off the shorts and you pick up the rest of your bags to head back out.

“Okay you ready?”

“Yeah, wait y/n turn around.”

You do so without much thought and then suddenly

SLAP

“Yeah…Your butt is way bigger.”

Sanji

He brought that on himself

This man’s tookus looks so good in his slacks you needed to cop a feel.

You allow Sanji to grope you all the time and though he actually encourages you to do the same to him you never really had a desire to do so

That changed today when you seen him in that damn red suit.

You also felt horny and you two haven’t had sex in about a week

“Here you go, my love!” He hands you some juice he made specifically for you as requested. You kissed his hot cheek as thanks and he does his funny romantic swirly walk.

When he stops to head back in the kitchen you actually got a good look of his butt and your intrusive thoughts really won with this one.

Sanji was back in the kitchen and was bent over to reach for a spoon he dropped and you had your chance to just

SLAP

“Y/N!” He shrieked looking back at you shocked you groped your Prince

He wasn’t mad though it was kinda hot

“What? Your butt is just so cute.” Your words were a bit much for the man since he also was missing your touch anyways the past week.

You put your drink down and give him a tight bear hug which was innocent for just a second when you just didn’t care anymore and lowered your hands to grab both of his cheeks and squeezed it.

“Y-Y/N, baby y-you can’t keep—!”

You shut him up with a kiss since you knew he was probably ganna start bleeding anyways .

It wasn’t long into the kiss you let go and Sanji took this opportunity to quickly put his hands under your skirt and with a firm squeeze lift you up on the counter

Shanks

Got damn menace he is a got damn menace.

You were tired of being the victim of Shanks’ harsh butt slaps and gropes to your poor butt.

He would do it Everytime you were together

He’d even trick you to bend over to get a better feel of you

You had to stop wearing shorts and skirts around this man he wouldn’t stop

And he didn’t

So you decided today you get your revenge

Your both were in your shared cabin getting dressed to leave onto a new island you docked

“Hey baby can you—, oooh sweet tits—.” You had a thong and bra on “Can you hand me my shirt over there?”

You follow his finger to where his shirt lies on the ground, without thought and being half awake you bend over to grab it and it wasn’t long until

“OWWWW!” A scream shot out of you from another hot hand swatting your jiggly ass

Shanks looks away at the celling whistling as if he didn’t just give you the most devious butt smack of the week.

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, mama”

As hes laughing with his back turned to put on his shirt you scoff to yourself, but you knew what you had to do

Time to get revenge

It was almost as if he was reading your mind and at that moment he bend down to grab his shorts. So you went for the hardest slap you could do to this dilf except—

“AHT AHT AHT…”

Shanks caught your arm in mid swing. His quickness shook the hell out of you, but what can you expect from a man like Shanks?

He playfully tsked at you before gently pushing you face first on the bed

“Bad girl y/n.” His hands teasingly rub up your thigh, index finger now pushing your thong to the side not only exposing your whole butt but your cunt too. “My butt is off Limits.”

Another slap was landed on the other cheek of your ass but this time he gripped it for a moment to then squeeze.

“However this ass…is all mine.”

#law one piece #one piece smut #trafalgar one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece luffy #one piece x black!reader #one piece x female reader #x female reader #sanji x black reader #sanji #sanjionepiece #zoro hcs #luffy x reader #luffy headcanons #luffy fluff #luffy #shanks #portgas ace smut #ace x reader #ace headcanons #portgas ace x reader #law x reader #one piece #sanji imagine #black reader #black foot sanji #sanji x reader #ronoroa zoro #zoro imagine #monster trio

[bebeyeyo]

see me like no other | sana & tzuyu (pt. 2 of cool with you)

genre: angst

pairing: sana x tzuyu

setting: highschool au

content warnings: you, the reader is dead, suicide, threats to do harm, manipulation, sana is toxic and a sociopath

song: cool with you by newjeans

chou tzuyu was an absolute mess.

she couldn’t sleep.

every time she closed her eyes she just saw you falling off the rooftop to your death. having so many nightmares.

she was traumatized to say the least.

and she couldn’t even tell anyone.

she couldn’t say the truth.

when the police arrived at the scene, her and sana were already down at the school entrance. more like sana rushing tzuyu down and out of the school so they weren’t caught.

more so sana wasn’t caught.

the older girl knew tzuyu so well. she knows tzuyu wouldn’t have been able to keep the secret hidden that she had murdered you.

so, she only had to do what she had to.

“if you say anything to anyone, you will end up like y/n.”

tzuyu was truly afraid of sana at this very moment, so she did what she was told.

she kept her mouth shut.

sana explained to the police in fake crocodile tears that you were on the roof, talking about how you didn’t want to live anymore.

unfortunately, her and tzuyu were too late before you fell to your death.

a few months have passed since that day, and tzuyu wasn’t close to even being okay.

tzuyu sits in her classes. she can barely focus. the chattering of classmates is drowned out by her thoughts.

all the while sana remained as if nothing had happened.

“are you doing okay?” sana asks.

tzuyu remained silent.

sana smiles and leans against the younger girl, before whispering in her ear, “don’t forget what i said.”

she was definitely crazy, tzuyu thought.

time felt like it was moving slow for the girl, and she just couldn’t get a good night’s rest.

her eyes dropping from sleep deprivation, only for them to snap awake whenever she saw your face.

it was worse when she saw you when she was awake.

tzuyu turns her head and she swears you’re standing right there at the doorway of the classroom.

looking at her with sadden eyes.

the guilt eats at tzuyu so much, though she had no fault in the matter. she didn’t know what sana’s intentions were.

maybe she wouldn’t ever know.

eating lunch, tzuyu saw you sitting next to her, with a sadden stare.

riding on the subway home from school, she sees you, sitting a few feet away.

while she’s in her room doing homework, you watch her through the mirror and when she sees you, tears leave her eyes whimpering and sobbing about how sorry she was.

kept saying how she should’ve helped you, how she shouldn’t have been so blind, how she shouldn’t have trusted sana in the first place.

the stupid police fell for sana’s act, and no justice was served for you.

tzuyu’s guilt she could no longer take as she lies awake crying every night.

so then, she did what felt right.

“minatozaki sana pushed l/n y/n off the roof.” tzuyu told the police anonymously.

this spreads around quickly as kids and adults were wondering who made the phone call to the police, and if sana was really the culprit.

tzuyu was already in deep fire along with sana after that phone call, and she had to avoid the older girl at all costs.

maybe, choosing the high road wouldn’t be so bad.

tzuyu cried as she looks down at the letter she wrote for her friends and family.

she couldn’t even live with herself anymore.

putting the letter down on the surface of the concrete, tzuyu stands where you last stood on the rooftop of the school.

“p-please forgive m-me.” she whispers.

she closed her eyes and stepped forward, falling and falling until everything turned black.

sana watched tzuyu fall off the ledge as the police were putting her in handcuffs with an expressionless face.

turns out sana was right; tzuyu would end up like you did.

#darlinggtwice #twice imagines #sana x tzuyu #twice sana #twice tzuyu #angst

[i-got-the-feels]

25-21

@chaeyoojung 1

The transition from yellow to blue to show how his one quality he adored also became something that hurt him

My Demon

@dingyuxi 1

My salvation!!!! And his determination and selflessness to save her

Vigilante

@chaeyoojung 1

I already told you and will tell you again and again that I adore this set. His entire character arc. How he chooses to be vigilante is seen sooo well here.

Castaway Diva

@khaoray 1

This is beautiful!!! Their dreams are fulfilled. This is such a happy edit AAAH my heart

See You In My 19th Life

@dingyuxi 1

Something about her selflessness to die for him. Something about how he fiercely remembers and protects her memory. I love how that is shown so well in this set.

@liveasbutterflies 1

I cried in the scene. I cried after seeing this set. She was loved so loved by her mom.

Daily Dose Of Sunshine

@moonlightsdream 1

I adore how your chose their beach and bustop for this dialogue set.

Extraordinary Attorney Woo

@kdramaladies 1

Everytime I hear this dialogue and see this set I cry. The color combination of b/w and golden is so beautiful.

@sjoongki 1

This is one of those edits that will forever affect me. Their shilloutes! Amazing job love ittt.

Alchemy of Souls

@kdramaladies 1

This was the set that made me watch the show. It's beauty, yes. Also it manged to make me feel curious about her.

@kalena-henden 1

The journey! The symbolism! Beautiful set.

@seawherethesunsets 1

The gif of him gently kissing her eyes! Beautiful!!

@liveasbutterflies 1

I love how this set has shown naksus journey.

Little Women

@deokmis 1

A show edit. A show based on a book. And the said books quotes are combined with tv show adaption characters. My nerdy heart is swinging. And beautiful quotes are choose with characters.

Flower of Evil

@deokmis 1

Will I reach a drama where this quote doesn't wreck me? No. The gif with "makes my demons go away" Insaneeeeeee

The Eighth Sense

@dramaism 1

The journey!!! I am a Sucker for these edits. And seeing them get together at the beach casually without any grand declarations was soooo them. And of course the consequences later. That's when the grand declarations come in. Something about how things are simple when it's just the without the involvement of the world.

The Glory

@deokmis 1 2 3

1) Take me to church + them?? The way he knew she intended to use him and he let her!!! Perfect choice for them and perfect selection of scenes!

2) The fact that Jae joon died not knowing who his killer is because he is color blind. But we know!! We know how he killed him so that ye seol will be safe. Uff. Isolating the red to bring out the detail? Amazing

3) Death is my hand + the tattoo gif!! No thoughts. Head empty.

@smittenskitten 1

Isolating the green color!! The talent. They way it celebrates an important arc of the show

Beyond Evil

@khaotunqs 1

The yellow with blank and white!! Beautiful. I didn't like to be touched because I craved it too much!!

@magicaldreamfox1 1

The scene he arrests him, always makes me cry. And the words being "how often will you repent" uffff

@l-tyrell 1

He did everything because of his love, his guilt, his regret. It's gorgeous set. Also gotta listen every hozier song now because I believe it goes perfectly with the tone of this show

@ladyverdance 1

Lee dongsik was a ghost after all the deaths he survived. He was only kept alive by his grief, guilt and love for people he lost. His purpose to avenge them. Beautiful set

Summer Strike

@chinzillas 1

The words+ scene you have chosen so well about how she felt trapped in the daily drudgery of life. And how he chooses to break free. Beautiful!!

The Devil Judge

@gusucloud 1

The motif of fallen angel. Something something devil was an angel before he fell. Love the coloring with golden hues

@natahjikio 1

Was she evil? Yes. Was she a surviour and a badass? Yes. Adore how you did justice to all sides of her in this set

@yilinglaozu 1 2 3

1) he knows gaon is righteous and idealistic. Having him in his life will only hurt them both. He knows Yohan is too hurt and disillusioned to believe in a fair world. He knows they will only hurt each other. Yet they simultaneously hurt and heal each other

2) shut up. Yohan was all alone until he had gaon. Good lord no words.

3) gaon getting to see the real Yohan. Beneath the confident indifferent Yohan. Him willing to change himself and his world views because what is world without Yohan? Beautifully bought out in this set

@spicyvampire 1

The he loves you too words with them saying goodbye!! Tan give me a break

Things to note

These include edits that I found in 2023.

These include edits that gave me the feels.

Thank you for your art. They make the experience of watching the show all the more fun. It helps in appreciating the characters. It helps me see them in new light.

Looking forward to see more of art from amazing artists on here.

To, people I didn't tag - tumblr tagging limit sucks. Your art is beautiful simply because it's made. You made it with a feeling and that in itself is beautiful.

Also, the tag is #becauseigtf in case yall wanna tag me in future :)

#2023 wrap up #thank you artists

[walmart-miku]

Ok finished The Boy and The Heron. And I have Thoughts.

THE THEMES!!!! THE SYMBOLISM!!!! THE INEVITABLE MARCH OF TIME BUT WE STILL GO ON. THE "IMPERFECT WORLD TAINTED WITH MALICE" "WORLD FULL OF CHAOS AND FIRE" "PURE VS IMPURE" AHHHHHHHHH

ITS ABOUT GRIEF!!! ITS ABOUT HIW MAHITO LEARNS TO NAVIGATE A WORLD WITHOUT HIS MOTHER AND HIM ACCEPTING NATSUKO AS HIS MOTHER AND THE WAY ITS DONE IS SO GRACEFUL. He starts completely impartial to her. Besides the fact that Natsuko looks like his mother, Mahito is polite but cold to her. And then Natsuko gets "taken". And Mahito decides to go save her, not for himself but for his FATHER!!! (On a side note here, I love how good of a father Mahito has. He's really trying his best here, he dropped everything to look for them and was 110% ready to fight God.) And once Mahito finally gets to her its this beautiful scene of him calling out to her for her to come home with him and hee refusing and Mahito going from calling out "NATSUKO" to "MOTHER"!!!! HE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER MOTHER AND HE MIGHT HAVE FAILED THE FIRST TIME BUT HE WON'T THIS TIME AND AHHHHH!!!!

My brain will not shut up about the one scene where the heron tells Mahito that he can't fix the hole that Mahito made in his beak that's preventing him from transforming. It has to be the one who did the damage that fixes it. It has to be Mahito who fixes it. Do you see where I'm going here. How, as hard as you try, damage has been done and sometimes the damage has to be repaired by the cause.

THE REAL WORLD ATTACHMENT THAT HAYAO MIYAZAKI HAS TO THIS FILM. HE IS THE GREAT GRAND UNCLE. He created this beautiful empire of movies and has left a legacy and the movie ends with the empire/world falling l, with the potential successor turning away from the world and choosing his own path. THE MOVIE IS A LOVE LETTER TO HIS SON AND HOLY SHIT IM NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS FACT.

Little guys. A ghibli movie is not a ghibli movie until it has silly little guys. For this one we got the water water. LOOK AT THEM!!!! I WOULD DIE FOR THEM. I cried when they got eaten and then I cried some more when the old pelican died talking to Mahito. Because they didn't ask for this life where they eat the water water. But they have no choice. And their young don't know how to fly anymore.

Kiriko. Holy fucking shit Kiriko. She's managed to fulfill both the grandma and cool lesbian aunt roles in The Boy and The Heron and holy shit. First time I saw her butch form I. Also the little wood carvings to protect. How they're people from Mahitos world. How Mahito has so many people that care about him. (Look at her she's so)

Himi (Mahito's mother) ISNT AFRAID OF FIRE (how she dies) BECAUSE WHY BE AFRAID OF DEATH? WHY FEAR THE UNKNOWN AND THE END? WHY FEAR THE VERY THING THAT YOU CONTROLLED?

Mahito is super duper fucking unhinged (affectionate). The hospital is on fire, he runs against the crowd to get to his mother. The kids at his new school make fun of him. Next scene has no audio but some cheerful music and is of just Mahito fucking throwing hands. And then Mahito is still angry and full of malice afterwards that he just. Takes a rock and bangs it against his head. Mahito meets the grey heron and he decides that he's gonna kill it. He makes his won bow and arrow. He uses the herons own feather for the arrow. He also reflects his name perfectly. "Mahito" meaning "sincere one". He just says whatever the fuck he's thinking. He does not pull punches.

The book. "How Do You Live?" I Will Be Thinking About This Book So Much. (She left him a book, she left him a book about how to live because she knew that she wouldn't be there to watch him learn how to live but she still wanted to teach him how to live even if it was just beyond the grave through a book)

#this was a religious experience actually #i renounce atheism #my religion is now studio ghibli #anyways thats all i got for now #also kiriko now lives in my head rent free #i saw her and my jaw dropped #spent the rest of the movie thinking about her in the back of my mind #the boy and the heron

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

hey!! can i request a gwendoline x fem reader where in its their first joint red carpet event together?? and maybe some extra fluff in the end where reader falls asleep on gwen's shoulder on the way home/hotel that they are staying at? i hope you have a good day!!

A/N: UGH YES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A GWEN REQUEST!!!!!!! I hope you like it Anon<33

There's a First Time For Everything

Warnings: slight angst, but after, it's pure fluff:)

Relationship: Gwendoline Christie x fem!reader

Words: 1185

It had been excruciating trying to hide your relationship from the media. With the rise of praise for Game of Thrones, avoiding the paparazzi wasn’t easy. There had been pictures of the two of you out and about floating around the internet, but there was no physical contact, and therefore it was brushed off as you being friends. 

You couldn’t remember when you truly realized you were in love with her. Whether it be the first time you saw her on set when filming Season Two, or practicing the first fight scene you did with her when she ended up pinning you on the floor and straddling your lap. Or maybe it was when the two of you went out for coffee after filming, and you heard her laugh at something stupid you said–you can’t even remember what you were talking about. The only thing you remember is her laugh, her blue eyes lighting up as she smiled, and the way she placed her hand over yours in the moment. 

And to think you were going to turn down a role. 

It had been two years since you met, and of course everything must come to an end. You thought you were safe. You thought you wouldn’t be recognized. And you certainly thought there was no one around to see you. 

A single peck on the cheek and a hand hold was all it took. One camera click and suddenly the entire world knew about your relationship.

No one had known–not even your parents or closest friends.

And now, everyone knew.

You cried. You screamed. You cursed the universe and its endless bullying. And the entire time, she was beside you. She would hold you, tell you it was alright. Her hand would run through your hair as she let you release all of your anger.

“People are more accepting of this now, darling,” she would tell you. “It could be good.”

Neither of you had left the house unless necessary, but still, there was no privacy in this kind of life. 

 A week had gone by when you decided to check Twitter. There were mixed reactions, but to your relief, most of them were positive.

“I think I’m gonna tell them,” you said that night at dinner. 

Gwen stopped her fork half-way to her mouth and looked at you. “What?”

“Twitter,” you told her. “Everyone already knows, but it’s better to confirm the rumors than just hide from them.”

Gwen set her fork down and smiled softly at you. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, sweetheart. I'm proud of you.”

And now, here you were with Gwen, months later in LA in a fancy hotel, choosing a dress from a rack filled with them as the stylist flitted off getting the hair and makeup stuff ready. 

“I have no idea which one to wear,” you groaned. “This is the first Emmy’s we’ve gone to as a known couple. I think I’m gonna be sick, I’m so nervous.”

You felt her arms wrap around your waist and her chin settle on your head after giving the top of it a kiss. “I know darling…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No,” you sighed, turning around in her arms. “We need to do this. For one thing, I’ve been nominated, and another, everyone knows. It’d be pointless to hide from them anymore.”

In the back of the limo you sat beside Gwen, your leg bouncing up and down as you scrolled through Twitter. 

If Gwendoline Christie and Y/N L/N don’t show up to the #Emmys this year I’m going to riot

Game of Thrones in the Drama category this year is going to be intense after Gwendoline Christie and Y/N L/N came out as a couple. #Gotmypopcornready

Gwen’s hand came to your knee and the other took your phone and powered it off. “Stop looking at these tweets, you’re going to give yourself an anxiety attack.”

You glared at her and sighed. “Fine. You’re right,” you mumbled as you took her hand in yours and rested your head on her shoulder.

“It’ll be alright, love.”

Your stomach churned as you began to see the flashing lights of cameras and heard the screams of excited fans. Groaning, you picked your head up off of Gwen’s shoulder and prepared yourself. 

When the car slowed down and eventually came to a stop, you took a deep breath and stepped out when the driver opened the door for you. You instantly plastered a smile on our face as Gwen followed you out. You turned around to give her your hand as camera upon camera snapped shots of you and your beloved. 

You stood side by side on the red carpet with her hand around your waist. Yours trailed up her back as she held you close, her very presence enough to calm you.

It wasn’t until you were pulled away from her to be interviewed that you began to feel nauseous again.

“So,” the woman began, “I assume the pair of you met on the set of Game of Thrones.”

You knew this was coming.

“Yes,” you replied, smiling. “Well, you know, it’s common for celebrity couples to meet on set. A vast majority have worked with each other before their relationship, so they already knew each other.”

“And, what is it like having the world know you’re together after all these years?” the woman asked.

It seemed as if that was the only subject they could talk about. A few reporters had the decency to talk about your nomination, others about your dress, and then some others about your role in the show.

You were relieved when you got to your seats, but you were still seeing looks thrown your way as people gossiped about you two. Thankfully, when the rest of the cast found their seats with you, they didn’t bring it up. And, to turn your night around, you had won your first Emmy to the applause and cheering of every person in the audience.

“...and to thank the most important person in my life. Gwen, darling, I am finally able to stand on this stage and shout it to the rooftops that I love you. I love you so much, and thank you for always being there for me when no one else was. You are truly the most incredible human being to ever exist with how much you’re able to put up with my crap.”

While you were mad at the beginning for your relationship being exposed, part of you was thankful. You didn’t get to do it on your own time, when you were finally ready, but as your head rested on Gwen’s shoulder on the way back to the hotel and you tried to fight off sleep, you realized that it was a blessing in disguise. 

There was no more hiding. There were no more secrets to be kept. You no longer had to be afraid to go out in public together. It was just the two of you, together, facing the world head on for the first time in two years.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #fluff #fanfic #oneshot

[chisaron]

an assortment of my various stages of questionable good omens headcanons and observations:

✓ Aziraphale doesn't actually read that much, he's more interested in the process of tracking down, acquiring and categorising books. the process of chasing a rare item is very invigorating to him even though it doesn't look like it from outside perspective

✓he enjoys reading relatively few things, and the choices might be rather unpredictable, but if he chooses to read a book, he will get l o s t in it, be it a comedy gold theological tractate or horrible soft-cover smut

✓ he can track down a book's publishing place and time by its watermarks amazingly well and knows all flavours of five bells jokester watermark. he also uses miracles to see the watermark clearer

✓ he was Not on good terms with Oscar Wilde but exchanged a lot of friendly letters with Andersen

✓ Crowley hung around Handel quite a lot. they slacked So Much work together and apart

✓ Crowley did or does enjoy bebop and Aziraphale teases him about his Thelonious Monk fanboy phase non-stop even forty years after

✓ Crowley has taken credit for inventing Minecraft manhunts and watches them himself

✓ they were actually invented by sister Mary Loquacious, but no one knows that because women's heritage in media is constantly getting erased

✓ Aziraphale is a sci-fi nerd. I don't know shit about Star trek but i bet he ships Garashir

✓ Crowley falls asleep instantly if you rustle his hair or scratch his head. Aziraphale uses it to get some alone time without having to ask since they started living together

✓ Aziraphale gets gifted lots of weird ass shit by his human acquaintances which he usually displays in the bookshop to scare off customers

✓ Aziraphale brews home-made kombucha. It's also used to scare off customers. Honestly, have you seen home-made kombucha.

✓ I̷ ̸d̷o̷ ̶n̵o̶t̵ ̵h̵a̴v̶e̶ ̴a̴n̸y̷ ̶h̶e̷a̵d̸c̶a̶n̵o̸n̶s̷ ̸a̶b̴o̵u̵t̴ ̶t̸h̷e̶ ̷c̵o̷n̶t̴e̷n̵t̵s̷ ̵o̴f̷ ̸h̷i̷s̶ ̴b̷a̵s̵e̵m̵e̸n̴t̵

✓ Crowley was a Gary Cooper fanboy in the 1930s. He generally did a lot of fanboying as you can tell

✓ Crowley doesn't hate the tartan pattern and that scene with bicycle straps was not about the pattern at all

✓ Crowley has a very quiet voice with a surprisingly big range - from really low and raspy to squeaky cartoon villain - that he can't really control that well

✓ he's only loud around Aziraphale when he needs to Prove A Point or when he's really REALLY mad

✓ Aziraphale's voice has a distinct sing-songy note to it that can be very calming or very annoying

✓ Aziraphale is really good at tetris

✓ he seldom dabbles in videogames, but when he does, he's lost to society for about a week. he will not come out of it stronger, but he will come out with all the secret spots and achievements possible and maybe a couple more

✓ Aziraphale enjoys making the most horrible choices in videogames and seeing where they lead. Since Crowley's learned to plug in his computer and discovered the rpg genre, he's always acted quite nice to most npcs. Both would never admit it.

✓ you've heard of mandatory The Sound of music seances in Heaven, now prepare for mandatory Grinch for team building and inspiration in Hell. Crowley cries every time.

✓ Crowley never grows flowers because he feels kinda bad for yelling at them, but he has lots of floral patterns in his clothes and home décor. They're all, of course, very cool

✓ both Aziraphale and Crowley find scholastic philosophy hilarious and silently respect the other one for the joke. Neither of them had anything to do with it

✓ Crowley has some scales on his body but when people happen to see them they take it for a skin condition

✓ Aziraphale feels very uncanny to some people, usually to those who understand that reality is strange and unknowable, therefore are open to perceiving part of his angelic nature

✓ Crowley is generally a bit creepy but he tries and fails hard to be friendlier

✓ his stressed-out communication mode is absent-minded politeness that may come off as sarcasm if you're not attentive to the tone

✓ Crowley loves jewellery, in 20th century this love was translated onto watches and chains

✓ Aziraphale is very open to new tastes while Crowley sticks to his comfort foods and is a very picky eater in general. But if he likes something, he is Not moderate. It goes the opposite way for clothing

✓ Aziraphale always keeps some sweets in his bookshop in case Crowley comes by. He himself doesn't have a sweet tooth and will always prefer something more savoury

✓ Aziraphale swears rarely but strongly. Crowley swears all the time but rather toothlessly

✓ they enjoyed walking arm in arm since forever and prefer it to holding hands even as a couple

#good omens #headcanon post #those are largely based on my real experiences therefore self-indulgent af

[quobber]

Gweter ABCs 😧

A - Attractive (What do they find attractive about each other?)

Everything. Every. Thing. But if they *had* to choose, Gwen loves Peter’s eyes. She’ll often zone out when he’s talking because she’s just staring into his eyes. Peter loves Gwen’s hands. How soft they are, how delicate. He loves holding her hand and will do it whenever he can.

B - Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Maybe one day. Peter wants a daughter, Gwen wants a son. They’re a bit worried that the spider dna will pass onto their kid(s.) Plus with all the villains it would just put a huge target on their back. So for now they’re okay just the two of them.

C - Cuddles (How do they cuddle?)

Usually facing each other, foreheads resting together. Or Gwen lays on Peter’s chest. They don’t spoon that much, but its a 50/50 who’s big spoon and who’s little spoon.

D - Dreams (What do they hope for in the future?)

To just have a normal life. They just want to grow old together and not have to worry about the villains.

E - Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

Both of them are really stubborn (see F - Fights), so they’re both pretty dominant in the relationship. Peter gives in more than Gwen.

F - Fights (What do they fight about? How do they react?)

Like I said, they’re both so stubborn. Both of them refuse to change their view on something and it leads to an argument. It doesn’t really happen that often though, they know each other enough to tell when the other is getting upset and they step away.

G - Gentle (Are they gentle?)

Both of them are. Soft kisses, hand holding, cuddling, its all very gentle.

H - Hands (How do they express themselves through touch?)

If Peter gets nervous (which is often) he takes Gwen’s hand and rubs circles on it with his thumb. Just a little thing that helps calm his nerves. He’s also very physically affectionate, hugging her and kissing her every chance he gets.

I - Insecurity (What are they insecure about?)

Peter’s very insecure about everything in general, he gets embarrassed easily. Mostly his personality though. He thinks he’s a loser or he isn’t cool.

Gwen’s insecure about her work. She’s really scared of not being smart enough or not doing well.

J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Peter gets jealous really easily, yes. Gwen does too but not as much.

K - Kiss (How do they like to kiss each other?)

They kiss a lot. Nothing too nsfw just kind of slow kissing. Peter kisses Gwen on the head a lot

L - Love (When did they know they were in love?)

Peter- When Gwen asked his name in class

Gwen- When Peter kissed her on the roof

M - Memory (What are their favorite memories of each other?)

Peter’s favourite memory of Gwen is the whole chocolate house thing. He thought it was adorable. Still talks about it.

Gwen’s favourite memory of Peter is the “I love you” bridge and his speech to her after.

N - Nicknames (What do they call each other?)

Peter’s nicknames for Gwen- Gwendy, honey, love, pretty lady, gorgeous, sometimes baby

Gwen’s nicknames for Peter- Bug boy, Pete, Spidey

O - Ode (Do they have a way with words?)

Peter does sometimes. Because there’s the bridge scene where he’s just flowing poetry and the sweetest things you’ve ever heard. But also when he first asked Gwen out it was so bad.

Gwen’s very well-spoken, she only ever gets flustered and stumbles over her words around Peter.

P - PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Or are they rather shy when others are watching?)

In public they hold hands, maybe a quick kiss. They’re openly a couple but aren’t super touchy in public.

Q - Quirks (What random habit or ability do they have that makes the relationship better?)

webs. 😛

R - Romance (Are they a hopeless romantic? Are their romantic gestures creative or cliche?)

all of the above. Peter does more romantic gestures than Gwen, he just constantly wants to remind her how much he loves her.

S - Sad (What do they do when their partner cries?)

Peter lets Gwen cry, he doesn’t try to push her to calm down. He’ll hold her and wipe her tears and kiss her and just tell her that it’s gonna be okay, that he’s here for her, and most of all he loves her.

Gwen holds Peter’s hand and talks him through it. Peter gets really worried and worked up, Gwen helps him through the anxiety. She reminds him that she’s there and everything’s okay. She’ll also run her hand through his hair.

T - Thrill (Do they like to try new things in the relationship or stick to a routine?)

There is no routine in their relationship. So yeah, they’ll try new things.

U - Understanding (Are they empathetic, or do they have trouble figuring each other out?)

They’re mostly understanding, but two things stick out. For Peter, it’s why Gwen works so much. He doesn’t understand it. And for Gwen it’s how Peter worries all the time. She comforts him through it and never gets upset, but she just doesn’t understand why he’s so worried. All. The. Time.

V - Vaunt (Is there anything they’re proud of that drives the other crazy?)

Not really? Gwen still teases Peter about being second at midtown tho

X - XXX (How often do they have sex? Are they kinky or vanilla?)

They have sex maybe once a week? Sometimes more. But with how much Gwen works and Peter patrolling at night it’s hard to find time. And they’re not vanilla.

Y - Yearning (How do they deal with being apart from each other?)

They talk on the phone all the time. And look at pictures of each other.

Z - Zeal (What lengths are they willing to go to for their relationship?)

They will go to the ends of the earth for each other. Literally. There is nothing they won’t do for each other.

#gweter #tasm #gwen stacy #peter parker #tasm 2 #andrew garfield #gwen x peter #comics #marvel #peter x gwen #spider man #petergwen #emma stone #marvel comics #mcu #spider gwen

[methinmycoffee]

~~SPOILERS (S26 E5)~~

Ahhh okay this one was pretty good guys. Like, I think it was the best one in a few seasons. I do have a couple points to make about why it wasn’t perfect, but first:

The Positives:

Solid character dynamics. I always appreciate a Cartman and Kenny pairing, especially when they’re just making each other laugh even if what they’re doing is a little shitty. They did take all Butters’ money with no intention of getting it back to him, but it all worked out in the end. Honestly Cartman and Kenny are great together, and they’ve had potential ever since Cartman’s “You’re my best friend” confession in Kenny Dies (S5 E13).

Kenny unhooded?! Yes please. It was a little jarring, honestly. It was so out of no where, but it was his birthday and he deserves it.

Liane Cartman. I honestly love how she’s developing to finally be sick of her sons shit. She puts her foot down at multiple points during this episode, which is something we likely wouldn’t have seen from early show Liane. Even though she does let Cartman turn her house in to a hotdog stand with a giant slide and mermaid grotto, she tells him he wouldn’t last 4 hours in to a job, yells at him for complaining about her not having a job, and doesn’t cave when he screams and cries because he wants to go back to the hotdog.

Kids being kids. With the exception of a few key moments, this episode felt much more children’s shenanigans (if on a much larger scale). Especially Cartman and Kenny naming their restaurant DikinBaus. They would do that.

Cartman being Cartman. He was perfectly in character, which is good because they’ve been having trouble nailing the ‘manipulative and whiny little bitch who’s also just a little guy’ character.

Overall, just pretty entertaining. I enjoyed the whole thing. There were only a few scenes that were a little slow, which is standard for any episode of any TV show.

Well, There’s some negatives

Mainly, holy shit the writing team are a bunch of boomers. Oh my lord. “This is what’s wrong with the younger generation” “Your generation doesn’t want to work” “This generation cares too much about their mental health”. Shut upppp oh my God. First off, they’re trying to complain about Gen-Z without realizing that their characters are now firmly a part of Gen Alpha. Second off, they maybe don’t realize that some of their audience is the youngest of any of the long-running shows from the 90s. I honestly didn’t mind when it happened the first few times even though some of the jokes were in poor taste, starting mostly in s25 like that episode pinches a cop’s ass and the cop is like “I’m a member of Gen Z you Can’t do that.” In a whiny voice (I thought we didn’t want to work, why was he a cop? 🤷‍♀️) It’s getting old, though. It seems like every two seasons they choose something to get really hyper-focused on and will not stop making “jokes” that are really just having a character complaining about it. Literally stfu

They’re sort of ruining Clyde. I love Clyde. I love that he is really dumb and cries a lot, but is sometimes an unexplainable ladies man. I don’t like that he’s become the new “Gen-Z” character but is also a Boomer who is on his phone all the time, hates his girlfriend, and he’s getting way overdone. They did this to Jimmy and To(l)k(i)en, where they flanderized them to the point of no return, and I fear for Clyde’s safety. (And once he is overdone and no longer funny, I worry they’ll move on to Craig)

One Random nitpick:

No way Butters made that much money. He worked minimum wage for like four weeks, he absolutely not have funded DikinBaus.

#south park #still a good episode honestly #I just wish they would stfu about Gen Z #like I’m not trying to be sensitive #it was also annoying when they went super hard on PC culture #I don’t even know what their point was with those two seasons #or how they were like ‘people need to chill with all this hysteria’ #with episodes like Put It Down and Dead Kids #oh also Trump was annoying when they wouldn’t stfu about him #anyway solid episode I believe in them they can do good #<3

[fff777]

Watched the Exo countdown live for Exist

Jongdae reclaiming his spot as resident loudboi

Yes, please think of the office workers!!!! Not that I could have made the countdown anyway, but I assume Exo's fanbase is made up of "older" people now (ie similar in age to them)

Aw, Junmyeon saying he'll take Kyungsoo's photo for him for instagram

They're such old men X'D They discussed c'mon vs c-mon for like 40 seconds X'D

Sehun being in charge of the comments section. Also he's such an old man "the comments are going too fast! we should update this"

Chanyeol asking Kyungsoo the most tedious questions about his teaser photos and Kyungsoo answering intently with the most basic answers

All the guys making a scene when Kyungsoo's deep v-neck pirate outfit photo came on screen, which is correct

Baekhyun was like a puppy that got wet when at Jeju Island for Let Me In ^^;;

Sehun was sick during Hear Me Out filming and then everyone else caught his cold after v.v

Kyungsoo keeps zooming into people's chests (Chanyeol, Sehun especially)

Kyungsoo going aigoo-yahh when looking at Minseok's teaser photo with the mullet and the white shirt

Continuous tech oopsies while they use the tablet X'D They're just like us X'D

So the guys liked Junmyeon's Hear Me Out outfit (the one with the backwards baseball cap) :3

Junmyeon as the gang boss of the trainees X'D

Equally big response for Junmyeon cleavage

Seho doing their own thing in the y2k themed pic

Also clowning Sehun for popping his hip

Lmao Baekhyun simulates all his choices and only chooses the one...truly gaming the system

I was a little surprised that their song teasers were as long as they were! I'm used to them being really short and often not including the main chorus lol.

Field day with Exo-L lol. Not gonna lie, that sounds like a fun time lol.

LOL world tour field days where they'd pack their own lunches X'D

Apparently NCT Johnny recorded a demo of Peter Pan? Interesting.

No Makeup sounds soooo 2000s lol. This entire album is very 90s/2000s to me but No Makeup played in isolation brought me back to like 2002 lol.

Is it just me or was Kyungsoo singing a lot during song reveals? He's really feelin it :3 Including during Cream Soda >3

Lmao absolutely no order to the unboxing, they just took whichever ones they liked and started flipping through them

Chanyeol going back into the bar area to role play a bit lol

Why is Kyungsoo the one to explain the anime meme X'D

Meanwhile Minseok complaining about his anime episode not dropping yet

Clothes vs album, the natural decision

Sehun continues to be the Mandarin representative

Kyungsoo almost cried when watching Elemental lol

Oh man, it's been so long...this was a good live <3 <3 <3

#exo #screencaps & commentaries

[astridhansleyy]

Where: outside of the golden hour lounge

Who: @cristian-valdes

What: Right after Cristian walked on Felicity hitting on Astrid, they have a little fight that leads to an unexpected ending.

Cristian:

he walked out clearly annoyed and he hated that technically it wasn't even her fault, they haven't properly sat down and said they weren't going to sleep with anyone else, she was gorgeous, and it wasn't a surprise people were going to flirt with her, he hoped that she would shut those people down and choose him, clearly he was wrong.

Astid:

How stupid Astrid could be for not even knowing that the other woman was actually hitting on her? She was so used to turning men away that she completely forgot about women. She felt embarrassed, to say the least. Yeah, it wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t like she cheated but, she did understand why Cris was annoyed. “Cris! Stop it nothing happened please talk to me.” She said trying to catch up with him and not cause a scene in the middle of the street.

Cristian:

He stopped so she could catch up to him, he didn't want to be a jerk to her. "I know nothing happened, and even if it did, you're free to do whatever you want." He told her. "Go back in and enjoy your night, it wasn't my intention to interrupt you. I will text first or something like that next time I stop by to see you."

Astrid:

It wasn’t her fault that people were hitting on her. She know how she looked and how people saw her. Before Cristian came into her life she’d be all over the person hitting on her but, this time was different, she truly didn’t notice Felicity’s intentions. Astrid listened to what Cristian was saying and got annoyed too. “Cris, you’re overreacting…I didn’t even know what was happening until she got touchy and you came just when I understood the situation! Please let me explain myself.”

Cristian:

Cris let out a nervous laugh, he hated that he was feeling this way, with his ex-wife he knew exactly where he stand or what to expect of her, she was a bitch, and nothing she did when they were together hurt him, but Astrid was different, he was falling hard for her, so maybe it was a good thing that this happens now otherwise it would hurt even more. He stayed quiet, giving her space to say what she wanted it

Astrid:

Astrid didn’t understand why the fuck Cristian was laughing but she quickly shrugged it off. “I noticed her at the bar, she’s an actress, one of my favorite ones too! I got excited and approached her, we talked, and she offered to buy me a drink and with time she started to get touchy. That’s when you came in. I would’ve told her off, I thought she was friendly but, obviously, she wasn’t she was flirting and I feel embarrassed for not picking up on it.” She said letting out a sigh “I don’t feel the same, Cris. You know that, right?”

Cristian:

he took a deep breath. "No, I don't know that." He said. "Is okay, really, you don't have to explain yourself. You're free to do what you want and be with who you want. We talked about a lot of things but we didn't talk about not seeing other people, I thought we both wanted the same thing, but is fine, my mistake."

Astrid:

Astrid was taken aback when Cristian spoke. This was from pure insecurity and she simply didn’t understand why he was feeling like this. “Excuse me? Are you saying this seriously? Do you really think I want anyone else but you? What the fuck are we doing here if that’s how you feel!” She said in disbelief.

Cristian:

"That's what I'm trying to figure out? What are we doing here?!" He said looking at her. trying not to raise his voice "I don't know what to think, this is new and confusing, and it hurt when I love you and ...." He shut up, fuck. did he just say the L word to her while they were in the middle of an argument?

Astrid:

The blonde didn’t like that they were fighting over some stupid shit that wasn’t even her fault. It was a new relationship, she didn’t want to ruin this by saying or doing the wrong thing and yet, they were fighting. Then, when the male said the L word Astrid’s eyes grow wide. Why the fuck would he say that right now?? Sure, she felt the same but, seriously why now?? “Y-you love me…?” She said shaking a bit.

Cristian:

he closed his eyes, he should have kept walking, he was good at many things but as he warned her before, he wasn't good at talking and opening up. At first, he was trying to hope that she would be too focused on the fight and wouldn't have listened or paid attention, but of course, that wasn't going to happen, and when she asked, what was he supposed to say, lie? it was a little too late for that. Fuck!... He opened his eyes again and looked at her. "I do." He admitted. "I love you and you drive me crazy." This was why they were fighting, he wanted her to love him back, but, he still didn't believe he deserved love, no one had loved him before not even his parents so why would she?

Astrid:

Astrid wasn’t good with relationships, it wasn’t a secret she hadn’t had one in years. At least not a healthy one to say the least. When Cris spoke again Astrid couldn’t help herself but burst into tears. “I love you too.” She simply said as she got closer, closing the gap between them and hugging him, wrapping her hands around his back, squeezing gently.

Cristian:

He hugged her back still not believing that she loved him, could things just be that easy? He still felt like he didn't deserve her, that it was just a matter of time until things went wrong, but he would try not to push her away and tell her how he was feeling even if it was embarrassing for him. "I'm sorry for overreacting," he said gently kissing her lips and wiping the tears away from her face.

Astrid:

Astrid didn’t want to let go. What she was feeling for Cristian was real. Maybe fast but, hey life goes on. “That’s okay…I get it, don’t agree with that but, I do get it.” She said kissing him back. “So…are we good?”

Cristian:

"we're good." He answered kissing her again as he pulled her up to his lap carrying her bridal style, he didn't want to let go of her but he didn't need it, he could easily walk with her in his arms "Your place or mine?" He asked

Astrid:

“whoa!” She said when Cris picked her up, she help him right, she never felt this safe with anyone in her whole life. Cristian and Astrid had something wonderful in the making. “Yours always,” She said kissing him softly again.

#C #{para}

[alkalinefrog]

“Your family didn’t deserve you.”

L usually wasn’t one to feel touched emotionally by many things. He never cried over movies, nor other forms of media. However, when Light pulled him into his arms and held him, whispering those soft words, something inside of him broke. He dropped the glass in favor of clutching the man’s shirt in his hands, hiding his face in his neck as he began to shake.

Within seconds he was crying, clinging to Light like a lifeline. He wasn’t unhappy, far from it, in fact. Something about Light’s words, the way they stated his definite worth as a fact, his worth to him as a fact, cut L to his core. He wrapped his arms around the other, grabbing at the back of his shirt as if trying to press even closer, hug him even tighter. 

“Thank you.”

A scene from the fantastic fic “Catch Perfect” by @kiranatrix and @resilicns! Reading about these boys slowly building up trust hurts my heart so good :’D Amazing work again you guys!!

#my art #catch perfect #death note #lawlight #light yagami #l lawliet #'wow so many good scenes in this fic' #'we got some flirty ones some steamy ones some action packed--' #chooses scene where L cries #someone waaaayyy back asked for L crying too so here ya go friendo! :D

[rafescoke]

hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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[smileyoongle]

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ: ғᴏᴏʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

Evil.

Pure evil.

No matter how much she thought about it, Hana couldn’t come up with any other word that would define what she was doing right now. Sitting in the darkness of the van, she sat before your unconscious figure, trying to give a name to the whirlwind of emotions brewing in her, holding herself back from simply blowing your head off. Every glance she threw your way was filled with hatred and jealousy, the reason behind it being as obvious as the existence of the sun. And with every passing minute, with every urge she dodged, she feared that she was turning into the very monster she ran away from years ago.

Hana sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of the hand that held her gun while staring outside at the cliff she knew all too well, recalling how the scene before her looked exactly like what she had seen with Namjoon on that one unfortunate night, all those years ago.

It was the night when he had first told her that he was going to follow in after his father’s footsteps. She still remembered how her heart broke, how all the trust and faith she had in her best friend had disappeared without hesitation. In all the time she had known him, joining his father in doing something so gruesome was the last thing Namjoon would do. Or so she thought. She had hoped that he loved her just enough to leave all of it behind and spend forever with her. Hoped that he would give up this life that would do nothing but tear them apart. Because even in her wildest dreams, Hana couldn’t imagine loving a murderer. And that’s exactly what Namjoon had become.

Pulling her phone out of the pocket of her coat, she dialed Namjoon’s number with teary eyes, the rage in her heart begging to be unleashed. Pressing it to her ear, she counted the number of rings before hearing a click, indicating that he had picked up the call.

“Who’s this?!” He barked, annoyance evident in his voice upon being interrupted in his search operation by an unknown caller. But Hana wasn’t about to blame him, she wasn’t even using her actual phone. Correction, she rather couldn’t. Because the last thing she wanted was to watch him choose someone over her, once again.

“Why her, Joon?” Hana whimpered, losing her mind piece by piece as she struggled to keep her sanity in check.

“Why her?”

The silence that followed after her question was deafening, to say the least, the only other sound being that of Hana’s soft cries. She had heard him gasp upon hearing her voice, clearly surprised that she had called him after daring to kidnap his precious little lover.

“Hana, where are-?”

“No!” She replied sharply, her sadness morphing into anger at the realization that all he cared about was where she was, just so he could get to you and save you. But not tonight. Hana had plans for you and she was gonna make sure she executed them.

“Not tonight, Namjoon. Because I am going to make sure you never see her again,” she glanced at you with gritted teeth, “gonna hurt you just as bad as you hurt me.”

“Hana! Are you even listening to yourself? This isn’t you! Just tell me where you are,” he begged, making Hana smile at the irony.

'This isn’t you.'

Wasn’t she?

“That’s what I thought about you but you proved me wrong. And so, it’s only fitting that I do the same to you,” she mocked, a smile on her lips that was almost the perfect definition of insanity being wiped off just as it appeared at the sight of you starting to squirm and frown, sirens ringing in her head to cut the call now.

“However, I’m gonna give you one last chance to fix this.” Hana said, using the barrel of her gun to brush your hair away from your face, “Meet me at the place where you last met me as you. Just my Joonie and not Kim Namjoon.”

Pointing the gun right at your forehead, Hana closed one eye, placing her finger on the trigger before giving her long-gone-best friend the ultimatum.

“If you remember, great! But if you don’t, then it’s all over for your girlfriend here.”

Namjoon stayed frozen, his phone simply slipping away from between his fingers and falling to the ground with a sound that didn’t quite reach his ears. Ever since he saw the van leave, he had stayed right there with the rest of the members. It was a little too difficult for him to get a grip on the situation and Hana’s phone call only made things worse. Never had he ever imagined that his Hana, a girl he had known all his life, would do something like this. Moreover, never had he ever imagined that he’d be the reason behind the pain Hana was ready to inflict on you.

“Namjoon!” Feeling a tight grip on his shoulder, the man in question forced himself back to reality and away from his overbearing thoughts, his eyes holding no emotion when they met Yoongi’s.

“What was Hana talking about? Where do we have to go?” Yoongi questioned, eyebrows pulled into a frown and sweat beading on his forehead upon seeing his friend so out of it. He could tell that Namjoon was in no state to even begin to register his words but he, himself, was feeling helpless. The things that happened between Namjoon and Hana were unknown to them all, being only between the leader and his now ill-wisher. Even if Yoongi wanted to take charge, he couldn’t and that drove him to feel much more panicked than he already was.

“I couldn’t track her, the signal kept jumping. She knows what she’s doing,” Taehyung stated worriedly, earning frustrated glances from everyone as he went back to trying again on his laptop in the back of the car. It was almost unbelievable that Hana was so cautious, even to Jungkook who had known her as a girl who didn’t like risks. Because this kind of cautiousness wasn’t something normal people took to in their daily lives. Contrary to the torture theory, Hana was most definitely a part of something bigger in her time away. There was no other explanation as to why she met that cop and there was no explanation as to why she had become this vengeful all of a sudden.

“You know, you can’t just stay mum when Y/N needs you!” Rex pointed accusingly, looking a little bit more worried than Namjoon himself, as Jungkook noticed. The newbie’s bloodshot eyes were corroborating his suspicion which Jungkook simply blamed on him being new to all of this. With time, Rex would soon come to understand that this was what they did every single day, deal with nothing but betrayals and tough decisions, exactly what Hana had thrown their way.

Glaring at Rex, Jin gestured for him to shut up, not feeling disappointed in the least as the youngest lashed out. Sighing shakily, he moved to kneel beside Namjoon whose limbs had given up on him, glancing around them at the chaos that was slowly coming to an end as the sound of a siren indicated the arrival of a fire brigade along with a few ambulances.

“You’re the only one she has, Joon.”

And it seems that was enough for Namjoon to look up at his friend, several emotions filling his eyes as he heard what Jin said. In a blink of an eye, his mind began flooding with all the moments he shared with you, also recalling how it felt to fall a little more in love with you every passing second of every passing day.

He remembered dancing with you when you had figured out just how stressed he was, feeling grateful for how much it mattered to you that he stays happy. He remembered kissing you, his heart thrumming at how alive he had felt that night. He remembered the smile you gave him before entering the maze, him being your comfort place being the last thing your eyes told him. And for all you were worth, he was willing to do anything to save you.

Even if it meant forgetting what Hana meant to him once upon a time.

A smile played at Namjoon’s lips, not the good kind at all. Suddenly, the leader’s aura had changed, the man you had never had a chance to see making an appearance. Low laughter sounded through the air as everyone watched Namjoon stand up, his eyes darkening with malice.

“I know exactly where she is,” Namjoon announced, walking towards his car whilst ignoring everyone’s confused glances. He sat in the driver’s seat, gesturing for everyone to get into action before looking at the seat beside him. The phone he had gifted you sat there inside the white box, his jaw clenching as he longed to get to you before Hana even laid a finger on you.

“She wants to play? I’ll fucking play.”

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“Please, please let me go. I don’t wanna do this, dad,” you begged, your back pressed against the basement wall of your childhood home as your father loomed over you with a damp cloth in his hand. The dim lights on the ceiling made him look more like a monster and less like the man you had known all your life.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t you wanna help me earn money? Don’t you wanna be rich and live in luxury?” He questioned, tilting his head as if to wait for your response. And just as you began to shake your head furiously, his eyes turned cold, staring at you like you were a stranger who didn’t matter to him. Didn’t matter at all.

“I wasn’t giving you a choice, sweetheart,” he knelt before you, running his fingers through your hair, “when girls like you grow up, this is how they earn money. By selling their bodies.”

Hearing your father say those words made you grimace in disgust, your tears showing your disapproval towards who he had become. Only if your mother was still alive.

All of a sudden, you felt your hair being tugged at harshly, your head being forced to face the ceiling. You screamed, gripping your father’s hand and digging your nails into his skin with all your strength. He hissed in response, cursing under his breath before looking into your eyes and placing the chloroform-doused cloth over your mouth. And as you closed your eyes, you realized your father was long gone. You had no one to fend for you anymore.

Just you.

Only you.

You shot your eyes open immediately, not wanting to be a part of that awful memory that had managed to resurface in your mind. With a heaving chest, you blinked a few times in an attempt to adjust to the darkness around you, a strong smell of gasoline taking over your senses along with the leftover panic from your dream. Shivers ran down your spine as you realized that your hands had been tied together, the discovery only adding to your stress.

“Wha-” you cried, pulling at the thick rope which further dug into your skin. Your eyes caught sight of a pair of boots before you, your cries fading into silence as you slowly looked up at who sat before you. And as the moonlight filtered in through the windows of whatever vehicle you seemed to be in, you saw her staring right at you with an amused expression.

Hana.

The sight of her face was enough to help you remember everything that had happened before you blacked out, the lingering smell of chloroform giving rise to a strong feeling of nausea along with flashes of the maze.

Mirrors.

Red lights.

Namjoon.

“From the look on your face, I can tell you know me,” you heard her say, your eyes taking her in as if you had never seen her before. But of course, you had. The night you had seen her for the first time had been an unfortunate one and you had deemed it unforgettable, her face etching itself into your memory without any intention of being forgotten.

“Why am I here? Where is Namjoon?” You questioned, your voice coming out small and fragile instead of strong and intimidating but there was nothing you could do. It was already a pain trying to keep yourself from bawling your eyes out after seeing your father’s face so fresh in your mind. On top of that, you understood perfectly well that Hana had abducted you without the knowledge of anyone. There was no way to even tell if Namjoon was coming to get you but you were trying your best to stay hopeful.

Because you trusted him.

A lot.

“You, my darling, are here to serve a great great purpose. And as for Namjoon,” she began, smiling at you with an aura so bright that it made her look crazy, “what makes you think he’ll come here for you?”

Her question made you frown, leaving you confused as to what you were supposed to say that. Nothing had ever been said between you two except for that night when he kissed you. Apart from that, what he felt or what you meant to him, you had no idea.

“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?” Hana pouted, her mocking tone making you much more upset than you already were. The real reason wasn’t even her though. It was the fact that you didn’t know who you were to him but you did know who Hana was to him. From the way he didn’t hesitate for a single minute before leaving you behind for her, it was clear that she was someone he cherished dearly. But you?

What were you to him?

“Here’s the truth, Namjoon will choose that disgusting life of his over you any given day. You mean nothing to him just like I meant nothing to him,” she chuckled bitterly, her eyes tearing up at the sad words she called the truth. Looking at the floor of the car, you pursed your lips, not wanting to sympathize with the girl who had kidnapped you. But at the same time, it was difficult for you to ignore her words.

What did she mean by disgusting life?

“His life is anything but disgusting,” you pointed out with a hint of hesitation in your voice, eyeing her expression carefully since you didn’t wanna say anything that would upset her. Maybe Namjoon being busy most of the time didn’t sit well with her. That’s why she called it disgusting. Because what was disgusting about being the CEO of a company as big as his? As far as you could think, nothing was the correct answer here.

Suddenly, a cackle echoed through the dark, Hana’s head tipping back as she barred her teeth to you. A flash of fear ran through your veins, giving rise to goosebumps on your skin as you inhaled deeply at her reaction to your words. But everything fell silent soon enough, her eyes now boring into yours as she leaned forward.

“What kind of a person do you have to be to justify the fact that he runs a fucking crime syndicate?”

It was as if everything around you faded into nothing, your eyes freezing on Hana’s face as her words rang in your head. Crime syndicate? What was she saying?

“What are you…-you’ve got it all wrong, Hana. Joon runs Kim Enterprises, not some…some mafia gang.” You stuttered, a part of you wondering if you were convincing her or yourself. Because suddenly, a lot of things started making sense.

His late-night meetings. Your father fearing him. That gun.

Shaking your head, you took in a deep breath, yelling at your conscience for doubting Namjoon like that. He had saved your life and was constantly taking care of you. How could you doubt him? There was no reason for him to lie to you. Especially since he got mad at you for working at that club. There was no way he had lied to you.

Right?

“One of the members of his gang, Kim Seokjin runs that company. And that too so the group can have some kind of leverage with finances and their illegal shit.” She rolled her eyes, making your heart drop to your stomach.

Hurt. Betrayed. Foolish.

These were only some of the feelings you could name on the tip of your tongue, the rest of them collectively working to rip your heart into pieces. It felt like someone was stabbing you again and again and again, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

Namjoon had lied to you? And you had been dumb enough to believe every word that came out of his mouth since day one. Even when your father had cowered in fear before him, you could tell nothing. But you knew nothing scared your father. Then how did you not know who Namjoon was to be able to hold that power over your so-called guardian?

Just how?

You whimpered, feeling too weak to even sit up as your body leaned forward and your forehead met the floor of the car. Your skin was hot all over, tears falling down onto the black leather mat which also smelled like dust. With a heaving chest, you let out a loud cry, not caring about the fact that you had been kidnapped. All you knew was that you didn’t wanna face him. Moreover, you didn’t want him to come to save you.

Because what could he do to save you when the truth was already killing you inside?

“Wait a minute, you had no idea, did you?” You heard Hana say, her tone making it evident that she was enjoying this. She was enjoying how upset you felt and she was feeding off of your sorrow. Feeling a hand at the back of your head, you shivered, closing your eyes tightly as fingers ran through your hair.

“Don’t worry, darling. You won’t feel anything in a minute. None of this pain. Just nothing.” She whispered, her hand leaving your hair before the door of the car opened. Inhaling sharply, you sat up, watching her move to the driver’s seat and turn the engine on.

“What are you doing?” You asked, frowning deeply while watching her move around outside the van to pick up a rather heavy rock. In response to your question, all she did was grin, your heart beating harder and harder.

“It was nice knowing you, Y/N. But I told you, right? That you’re here to serve a greater purpose?” She breathed heavily, wincing at the heavy rock in her arms. Shaking your head, you still had no idea what she was going to do but it couldn’t be good. So you began thrashing in the back, trying hard to get your hands out of that rope while mumbling a string of no’s.

“You are here to make sure I get my revenge,” She said, making your eyes widen at her statement, “time to get to it.”

With that, you saw her place the rock on the accelerator, quickly shutting the door as she moved away before the van began to move. Your jaw dropped in horror, your eyes taking in the expanse of the sea that lay ahead of the cliff.

“No!” You screamed, moving your arms around wildly as blood seeped through the rope and painted your hands behind your back. And just as your hands freed themselves from the restraints, the wheels flew off the cliff, your eyes screaming in silence as the water came rushing to you from all ends.

Once again, it was just you. Only you.

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[violettelueur]

— GOJO SATORU || IT WAS NEVER YOUR FAULT

↳ featuring : gojo satoru (ft. itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi) from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 21 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in imagine

↳ word count : 1.4k

↳ synopsis : while talking to itadori about your blindness, gojo starts to feel the guilt that he has been trying to hide overtake him again, only for you to have a few words of your own.

↳ request : Hello hello😊 I may or may not have been peering into your shops windows staring at the coffee. Its cold outside and I want something to warm me up- a fluffy story with, hear me out,A BLIND (fem) Y/n and Gojo. Like a blind jujutsu sorcerer would be pretty interestingPretty please?-flustered anon

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit...i didn’t realise you wanted a fluff rather than what i have written here...so i do deeply apologies for the mistake made on your coffee order ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ but i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and come again anytime soon ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

“Wait, so you wear an eye cover because you are blind L/N-sensei?” Itadori asked in a surprised tone, causing you to turn your head towards the direction of his voice which led the young sorcerer to be surprised since it generally seemed like you had the sense of sight that was tragically taken away from you.

“Oh yeah, I can’t see at all, so I tend to wear the eye cover so my eyes don’t get sensitive to the light,” you answered with a smile, trying to convey to the young boy that you weren’t offended by the question while using your index finger to point at the mentioned item.

“So how do you know where people are and where to walk since you don’t use a cane?” the first year asked in a questioned tone since he just perplexed at the whole situation as he had just discovered that you were actually blind rather than copying your boyfriend to have that ‘matching couples look’.

“Curse energy is really easy to sense over time, I can tell who is who by the amount of curse energy they have, just like your idiot teacher who is trying to scare me right now,” you explained while pointing behind you, only for Itadori to tilt his body slightly to the side only to find Gojo with a downcasted look on his face.

“Ah~ I can never trick you, can I honey?” Gojo muttered in disappointment before wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a way to greet you that he was here before hooking his chin upon your shoulder, causing you to shiver due to the feeling of his warm breath passing your cheeks lightly.

“Nah, you could never,” you cheekily commented leading to the strongest sorcerer to pout at your comment to which you could sense but was disheartened at the fact you could not see the look he had on his face. 

The same look that you loved and still do when you tease him back.

“How do you think I look then?” Itadori asked while ignoring Gojo’s affection towards you since he now was extremely curious about what you thought about him, appearance-wise.

Raising your right hand to hold on to Gojo’s arms that have encaged you, you quietly and slowly began to paint an image in your head of what you thought Gojo’s student looked like. From what you heard from your boyfriend as well as Fushiguro, Itadori was deemed to be a good person in their book and quite energetic and bright which was quite opposite to what Fushiguro was, even though you remembered the stoic sorcerer to be the little child, who would hide behind your legs and follow your around when he was feeling clingy or just lonely. 

He was also the only student within the first-year group that you got to see physically.

“When I imagine you Itadori, I think of a boy that has a really bright smile that shines brighter than the sun itself, also Gojo already told me you have pinkish spiky hair and light brown eyes, so there’s that,” you answered with a smile of your own before masterfully placing your left hand on the top of his head as if you could even see that he was right there. “Gojo also told me you were a tiny bit shorter than Megumi, so it’s not hard to pat your head as much,” you commented with a giggle before ruffling his hair leading Itadori to laugh with you, which caused Gojo to look at the scene with a small smile on his face.

However, there was still a hint of guilt that was planted in his heart as the stems were clinging onto his ribs at the fact you’ll never get to see Itadori physically nor will you ever see him and Fushiguro probably again.

He will never forgive himself for being careless and letting a curse have the opportunity to use its cursed energy to hit your eyes leading to the blindness that you now have for the rest of your life as well as the guilt he has to carry for the rest of his - no matter how many times you have told him it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t help but blame himself for the result, even Ieiri was dispirited at the fact she couldn’t use her curse energy to heal your sight back.

Even though, Fushiguro didn’t mention anything about it nor did he want to be shown as weak, Gojo remembered when the young child Fushiguro cried at the fact that you were never going to ever see him again and even when you consoled the child, he would burst in tear again when he looked into your eyes only to remember you couldn’t see him.

Tightening the hold on your shoulders, you noticed Gojo’s change in cursed energy as it flickered slight causing you to turn your head slightly to the direction of his face before using your right hand (that was not on Itadori’s head) to tighten the hold of Gojo’s arms as a way to comfort him before removing your other hand from the student’s head to hold your boyfriend’s hand that was on your left shoulder.

“You know Itadori when I lost my sight it was quite upsetting but I remember the child I was protecting, from what I remember hearing, he had graduated elementary recently and is going to middle school as of right now,” you stated, causing Itadori to look at you with a concentrated look on his face since it seemed like you were saying something that was going to be important.

“But I want you to remember this, I didn’t become a sorcerer to save people but rather to preserve the balance between humans and curses because in the end, I know, the innocence of some people will go away quicker than others and if I choose the life of saving people as my only objective, my guilt will only manifest more when I don’t save someone,” you explained with a calm but serious tone, it was as if you were not only talking to Itadori.

“I don’t want myself or other people to feel guilty when a fatal or irreversible action has been taken, that’s why no one is at fault for the reason that I am blind,” you confessed leading both Itadori to come to the realisation that you were talking about this goal of ‘giving people a fair death’ and the disadvantages of it, while Gojo was shocked at the fact you were hinting at him during your speech on how guilt is the most powerful thing that leads to the downfall of many sorcerers.

That’s what Gojo felt. 

Guilt.

Guilty at the fact he couldn’t save you in time during that mission.

Guilty at the fact you lost your eyesight.

Guilty at the fact at how you were now as a sorcerer even those you were more than capable to carry your duties as a special grade one sorcerer much to everyone’s shock.

But here you were telling him that it wasn’t his fault and it never was in the first place.

No one was at fault for your lost sight.

Suddenly the stems that were tangled around his ribs began to slowly wilt as they were steadily dying as your words refused to feed them the guilt that was giving them the power and nutrients to further grow.

It wasn’t his fault.

It was never his fault.

Steadily, a smile reached his face as he pulled you in further to his chest leading your back to hit against it leaving a few unusual shivers from you due to the feeling of the overpowering warmth and glee you felt from your boyfriend as his cursed energy brightened up with a certain glow you weren’t quite sure of.

“Thank you honey~ for everything,” Gojo muttered in your ear before continuing back to talking to Itadori in his usual cheerful and playful tone as if nothing sentimental happened between the both of you just right now.

Surprised at his sudden change of behaviour, you couldn’t help but smile slightly at his newfound brightness leading you to answer back his gratitude in a soft whisper that both student and teacher didn’t hear.

“It was never your fault, I love you”

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

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