#did they really both remember being on the plane in order to go do a dj set

[ahalliance]

the most important question regarding recent qantoine lore is how this affects qinsuline & nicotine’s canon dj status

#qsmp #antoine daniel #etoiles #étoiles #jay rambles #did they really both remember being on the plane in order to go do a dj set #did antoine just make it up and étoiles go along with it #does antoine remember them doing dj bullshit in the past and étoiles have no recollection #what does it all mean . #edit everyone reblogging the version of this post with the spelling mistake im so sad

[laurbiek]

as promised... something!

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She hears the distinctive sound of the WhatsApp video call. Its weird when they're in different countries, the mode of communication changes time and time again to avoid crazy roaming charges. She's used to being able to call him quick using the regular phone app, to see if he wanted her to pick up dinner or to ask him nicely if he would switch her laundry out for her.

It's weird to start over on another app, it almost feels like they're starting another relationship. It feels so different. The inside jokes and frequent questions about the HBO password are nowhere to be found, in it's place is an empty blank page, waiting hopefully to be filled with the same.

She picks up her phone from the edge of the bed and swipes to answer the call. She looks at the time when she does, 10:04, almost five minutes late for their scheduled call.

At least that has stayed the same.

The slight hum of the highway plays in the background, and there Andrew sits. He looks tired, but not over consumed. It's a good kind of tired, like the kind you get after a good, but long day. More of a content-tired. His hair is in the messiest bun possible, obvious that he needed it out of the way and had lost all ability to care. He's got his glasses on, and Y/N remembers when he Facetimed her from the eye doctor to see if they looked good before he ordered them.

She internally thinks that they still do.

"Hey love", he finally speaks between bites of a sandwich. She looks down at the table the phone is propped on, and sees the distinctive red and white wrappings.

"Are you kidding, you went to Wawa without me..."

"I'm sorry! The band voted before we left Philly! I told them you'd be mad but they don't seem to care about my marriage so... I had to"

"This is a betrayal, of the highest degree. I can't picture a world where I can forgive you"

"If I could ship one across the Atlantic to you, you know I would"

There is a few beats of silence, they both know that statement means more than just a sandwich.

She finally breaks,

"How are you holding up?"

"Eh, not bad. I've not been this tired in a while but I'll get used to it soon. I've done it before."

"It's quiet in the bus, where is everyone else?"

"Sleeping"

"So everyone else is sleeping and you stayed up to call me?

He takes another bite of his sandwich before answering simply,

"Yeah."

She stares at him through the phone as he keeps eating like he doesn't understand the niceness of his actions, it's just second nature to him.

"Thank you," she says, voice full of genuine earnestness.

He doesn't respond to that, instead, he switches to another topic. He doesn't feel like he needs thanks for his actions, he would rather thank her for being around to call him.

"How are you at home, everything good?"

"Yeah, there was a dead bird in the yard yesterday, Elwood found it while we were playing, he almost picked it up but I got to him before he did. That's honestly the most exciting thing that's happened here since you left."

"But that's the joy of the country isn't it, that nothing ever happens?"

"Yeah. But I would rather do nothing with you than do nothing alone"

There's a long stretch of silence between them before Andy notices a tear fall down Y/N's cheek. There are no other signs of her sadness, no shaking shoulders or audible sounds. Just a few gentle tears that he would've missed if he wasn't so utterly enraptured by her face on the five-inch screen. His heart breaks.

"Hey hey, it's ok love, it's just a bit longer. I'll be home for a break in a few weeks. "

"I know. It's just really hard."

He doesn't know what to say to that at first. He wants to hammer on about how she knew what she was getting into, and this was an inevitability. But he knew she knew that. Him repeating it isn't going to make either of them feel any better. The next part of him yearned to just get on a plane and be at home, but that wasn't fair to anyone. Not his bandmates, not the concertgoers, and not Andy who loved what he did more than anything.

All he could say was

"I know."

You imagine the separation being hard but no one really prepares you for it. You can't prepare for it. It's the pain of losing a routine and a lover all at once. It's the frustration of needing help, of needing someone to take something off your plate and having someone willing to, but that someone is 1000 miles away. Literally.

She's crying a little harder now, still silent, with the tears increasing in frequency and size. He says again,

"I know. I know how hard it is cause I feel it too. You know what I miss the most right now?"

"What?"

"I miss the things that you do that piss me off. The annoying stuff. I miss how you always steal bites of my food."

She can't help but laugh at that. He keeps talking,

"I miss how cold your feet are and how you're always trying to shove them under me to warm them. And how often you leave dirty clothes on the floor."

She joins in this time,

"I miss your hair clogging the shower drain. And how you use every possible dish when you cook."

"See, doesn't it hurt a little less knowing that you don't have to unclog the shower for a while?"

"Yeah, and I'm sure you sleep easier without my cold feet poking you."

Theres another small pause, but this one is not as sad as the rest of them. This one feels like two people comfortable with each other, just basking in the silence, feeling no pressure.

"It sucks love, it really does. But it gets easier. And there are less shitty days. And it's not for forever."

"Ok, it's shitty, but I've felt shittier. And it's not for forever."

"Yeah."

"OK," she says, wiping her eyes a bit to try to show a bit of a braver face, "this is getting kind of bummer-ish, talk to me a bit about tour stuff"

For the rest of the call, he prattled on about various events and hijinks at his shows, on the road, and in between. About halfway through the story, he realized that she had fallen asleep and for some reason, he finished the story before hanging up. Possibly hoping that she would wake back up, but mostly enjoying the domestic feeling of talking to her. He eventually hung up, settling with the fact that she was indeed asleep for real. A few hours and a timezone later after he woke up from his own nap, he noticed a WhatsApp message again,

I forgot the HBO password again...

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier fanfic #hozier imagine #hozier x reader

[luvhughes43]

Yes! I need the Hughes!sister and Nico au!!!

Like when or how did they realize they had feelings for each other?

🫶🫶🫶

so nico and blake had met before obviously, but they never really hung out because they were both super busy with their own sports. but with blake injuries, jack and nico go over to her apartment a lot to check up on her and thats where they get super close

SO! here are some things that made them realize they liked the other person:

blake:

whenever her phone rang or buzzed, her first thought always went to nico and hoping that he was the reason behind her notifs

when jack would come over to her apartment and she'd catch herself being disappointed when nico didn't come with him

nicos brown puppy dog eyes. once hes talking to her, literally sitting like a foot or two away from her, and shes just completely mesmerized. she doesn't realize he stopped talking and once she catches on shes like "did i really just sit here with my cheek resting on my palm mesmerized by this man..."

when she was scrolling through the njd merch website to buy something to wear to one of jacks upcoming games and she decides to impulsively buy nicos jersey (she doesn't admit that she's bought it tho she keeps it in her closet and periodically pulls it out to stare at)

she starts giggling and blushing whenever hes talking to her even if what he said isn't funny

when she downloads duolingo to try and learn some swiss german after one too many glasses of wine tho is when she realizes she truly has a problem and that she fr likes him

nico:

when hes cooking himself dinner at night and he immediately thinks of making enough for blake and bringing it over to her apartment. hes like "well... i know shes upset right now so..." and so he doubles whatever recipe hes making

when jack tells him that blakes starting to feel better and that nico doesnt have to come with him to her apartment anymore and nicos first thought is ... "but i want to see blake"

when theyre out one night with the rest of the team and the boys keep urging him to go talk to this girl who's staring at him but he refuses because "why would i leave blake to talk to these idiots without me"

when hes hanging out with friends and blake calls and so he's immediately excusing himself from the room so he can hear her properly

he remembers all the little things like her coffee orders, favourite songs, snacks, etc... all saved into his notes app "just in case she needs something"

when jack comes over to nicos apartment to hang out and nico distractedly asked where blake was... (gagged jack bad)

nico watching a whole season of a tv show on a plane ride just because blake mentioned that she liked it

overhearing jack asking blake when she was gonna get a bf... his heart started beating fr hoping that she had no prospects (aside from him ofc) when this happens he reevaluates and is like... "okay maybe i'm not doing all of this because i think of her as just a friend.." and then he goes down that spiral of "if its morally wrong to date my teammate / bromance twins sister"

#blake hughes au #nico hischier x reader #hughes!sister #jack hughes x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier fic #nhl imagine

[otherperson12]

Masters of the Air: The Angels of Death

Chapter 1: Part One

Disclaimer: Bucky being Bucky and a simp. Buck being tired of Bucky.

Thank you @infernal-hues

Bucky was satisfied with the newcomers. The beautiful ginger caught his eye. She had all his attention. By the words of the other girls, she seemed like a good pilot. That was a plus to her beauty. He had never been with a ginger before.

Buck had heard a little between the COs’ and everything looked fine.

Until supper.

“I can’t believe you both kept it from me!” Curt recriminated to the duo.

The news spread like fire. The only information going around was (and the only one that seemed to matter) about some beautiful singles —that was a regalement— skirts were in the base to stay.

When Curt heard, he knew Bucky (and obviously Buck) knew before anyone, so he went to them demanding some information.

Bucky laughed, “You can’t be mad at me. You love me too much.” He said with dove eyes at Curt and blowing kisses.

Buck laughed at them. “You were going to know sooner or later, Curt.”

That was supposed to be some kind of apology. But he did not want that.

“Why are they here?”, Curt asked.

Good question.

They both looked at Bucky who just winked at them.

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The interrogation was the perfect excuse to get better coffee than the regular G.I Joe one.

Colonel Elizabeth Nixon was the CO of the 1st Female Fighter Pilot Group: The Angels of Death. She was one of the first female pilots in the Air Force and she won her rank from the bottom even when her family could have paid for it. The girls respected her as a their leader.

“Girls, listen up!”, she called from the center of the room, once the interrogation was done. Everyone looked at her. “As you may know, we will get into combat soon,” some cheers, “We are going to be stationed here at East Anglia with the 100th Bomber Group.” she informed. “Our mission is to protect this side of Great Britain island and not let the nazis get into London.” Then she had to drop the bomb. Ironic. “At the same time, we have orders to escort the bombers in every mission as needed.”

WHAT?!

That was the first thing it came out of the boys’ mouth when they got the news.

After lunch, they all reunited in the conference room. Huglin had told them. Bucky was trying to hide his smile. And not look at Buck and Curt or he would really laugh.

“Those orders come from the upper command. It will help us to complete our missions and reduce the number of casualties.” He explained. “You just do what you’ve been training for so we can win the war. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!”

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Brianna did not want to be a babysitter.

“Just imagine their faces.” Priya suggested with a malicious smile.

Captain Priya Pilanka was from New Delhi, a squad leader like Brianna. She was as respected as hated just for her culture. The both of them bonded over their resentment for the british so they joined the yanks instead of having the UK flag in their uniform.

“This is not how I imagined it.” Brianna commented.

Priya knew what she meant. First, they did not want to wait more to go and fight, she felt anxious. And second…

“Giving you, women, a plane and a weapon don’t make you a soldier. You are just that. A woman who came to help, not to serve your country.” Brianna quoted under her breath.

Priya heard. She remembers those words very well. Their first day in training, almost two years ago.

Priya stiffed a little, “We just have to focus on flying and get the job done.”

They started walking to their new barracks when a voice called.

“Pilanka, Ross.”

Both girls turned and found Lieutenant Colonel Margarita Flores, (‘Mama’ for the girls) from Chile. She was a sweet woman, always taking care of everyone like a mother. She was a little worried about the news.

They salute her.

“How are you both?”, she asked sweetly.

“Anxious to get in the sky, ma’am.” Priya responded for them both.

Lt. Flores looked at Brianna, “I know is not what you expected. But don’t worry about it. You are better than any man. You are Angels, the best of the best.” She reassured them with a sweet smile. “I’m sure we’ll get a mission soon, so I want you both to get settled and go to eat. You are dismissed.” She ordered.

At the barracks, 1st Lt. Louisa ‘Lou’ Breaux had saved them both a bed next to hers. The three of them were a particular trio: the quiet scottish, the spicy indian, and the cute witch.

Lou was another squad leader, from Lafayette, Louisiana. And probably a witch. When she said it was going to rain, the sky seemed to melt. When she asked for a sunny day in the middle of the winter, the sun would appear as if spring had come earlier.

“I got your sheets and your foot lockers.” Lou informed.

“Thank you, Lou.” Brianna gratefully, appreciated. Lou smiled at her.

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Brianna was very excited about the idea of having a weekend pass so she could go to Edinburgh. After eating, she wrote a letter to her uncle, telling him she was back in Europe.

She walked around the camp looking for the post office. She did not want to ask for directions. The walk which supposedly was going to be calm, turned out to be the complete opposite.

“Hey, sweetheart!”

“Carrot! Do the drapes match the carpet?”

That one made her blush in embarrassment , but mostly boil herblood in pure rage. The cat calling continued until…

“Hey!”

The calls stopped. So did she.

“That’s enough!” Some man ordered in pure anger.

It wasn’t a deep voice, but so firm it made her almost stand at attention.

Brianna was able to hear the scold.

She took her chance to run away from the situation. The ginger walked as fast and calm as she could. The last thing she wanted to do was draw more attention to herself.

She heard someone walking right at her 6 o’clock, following her. At her left she found the post office and quickly entered.

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Bucky was walking around looking for troubles (Buck was sleeping and he did not want to third wheel Curt and some nurse), when he found them.

Well, he actually found her.

For Bucky it was the perfect chance to introduce himself to the newcomer. Until he heard the other soldiers.

He stepped in, did his thing and when he turned to her, she was walking away. Odd. So he followed the red head to the post office. And there she was, completely curved in some papers.

“Good afternoon, Major Egan.” The sergeant behind the counter greeted him.

“How are you, Tommy.”

Bucky saw her stand back little by little and face him slowly. She looked at him and his collar and stood more straight than before. She saluted him.

That had an interesting effect on John.

“That’s not necessary ma’am.” Bucky informed quickly.

Brianna put her arm down. She felt trapped. She delivered the letter and she wanted to go, but he was in the way.

Those small blue eyes were watching her intensely. It made her uncomfortable so she looked down to her feet.

John took his sweet time observing her. Her red hair was in a classic updo with her green cap, her straight pointy nose and small mouth. She had changed her flying uniform for her dress uniform.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. For what happened.” Bucky explained himself, pointing to the door.

Brianna opened her mouth and closed it, then she talked. “I am sir, thank you.”

Silence.

“Let me walk you to your quarters. So there’s no more incidents.” He offered.

‘I’ve spent too much time with Buck. I’m losing my charm.’ He thought.

“That’s not necessary, sir.”

“I insist.” He added quickly.

Silence again.

“If you let me, sir, It would not be appropriate.” Brianna explained trying to get him to let her go on her own.

“If someone asks I’ll explain the situation.” He reassured her.

‘How insisting!’, she thought.

John felt over the moon hearing her voice for the first time, small and cautious. He knew that his insistence on accompanying her was part of his desire to be with her. Normally, he would drink, pick a girl and take her to bed and that's it (and with that, he had gotten his own haters club) but she didn't even want to look at him.

“Let me walk you.” He said again.

Brianna knew he was not going to let her go.

“Alright.” She finally said.

In his mind, Bucky was doing a little victory dance. He tried to look normal, but a smile slipped to his face.

He moved from the door and opened it so she could go in first.

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Brianna and John walked the first twenty steps in complete silence. Until he opened his mouth.

“I’m John. John Egan. But everyone calls me ‘Bucky’”, he introduced himself looking at her.

Brianna took her eyes off the road to look at him briefly. She noticed his small blue eyes, which had a little mischief in them.

“Lieutenant Ross, Brianna Ross.”

Five steps more in silence.

“So you are a pilot.” Bucky said.

‘Doesn’t he have an off button?’, she thought a little desperately. She didn’t like being talked to, she didn’t like to talk.

“Yes, sir. I’m a squad leader .” She informed.

“Squad leader! That sounds important.” Bucky said impressed.

Brianna was irritated with the situation because obviously she had to answer to a ranking officer.

“I just do my job, sir.”

Bucky being Bucky, could not tell if she was just quiet and shy or she was getting pissed with him.

“You aren’t American.” He punctuated.

Brianna had spent years of her life trying to sound less Scottish, it looks like it did not work.

“Aye…” She said slowly, looking him in the corner of her eye.

Brianna found him already looking at her, a cocky smile and eyes full of mischief. She blushed as red as her hair, again, for being caught.

Embarrassed and now pissed, she walked faster trying to lose him.

He was having the time of his life, completely enamored by her cute reaction. She was shy, was his conclusion and maybe a little short tempered. John just followed her trying to be at her side again.

“Hey! Wait!”, he called. “I’m sorry!” He apologized. But she kept walking with her head down.

John saw her turn left, and then he saw a bunch of women hanging out of the quarters.

Everyone turned their heads as Brianna nearly ran into the quarters and slammed the door closed.

Then the eyes turned to him.

“Hi.”

He stood there just looking at the door, hands in his hips and a smile on his face. He chuckled.

Bucky started to walk away with intentions to go tell Buck when the door slammed open, a full round of laughter and calling. Brianna ran out hiding her face in her hands, the tips of her ears boiling red.

She was followed by Priya, who was mocking her and Lou, happy as ever, jumping with every step.

“Don’ worry, major. You’ll see her’ again’!”, Lou informed.

He snorted, “I’ll really like that.”

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“I swear to god, John, if you interrupt me one more time I’ll drop you in Berlin myself.” Buck warned him, eyes still in his book.

“That book will mean nothing when I tell you what just happened.”

Gale looks up to his best friend. A few hours prior when Bucky had said something similar, life at East Anglian had changed.

“Bucky”, Gale called at John.

“Yeah?”

“Leave those ladies alone”

Bucky laughed.

“Not any time soon”.

He walked away, but he stopped at the door.

“Brianna.” Bucky said.

Gale looked at him, not understanding.

“The name of my future wife, Brianna.”

‘Maybe Curt or Crank would like to hear about her’.

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Final notes

First of all, I’m not Indian (my heritage is from all over the world) but I wanted to add a little of cultural variety. I once meet an Indian girl and she was like Priya. Strong and spicy.

#bucky being bucky #bucky being a big simp for brianna #masters of the air #original writing #fanfic #john egan #major gale cleven #major john egan #brianna ross #priya pilanka #Lou Breaux #john egan x reader #john egan x oc #mota #hbo war #masters of the air fanfic

[glorious-spoon]

Not sure if you still post for the IT fandom but 18+reddie pretty please

Thank you! Number 18 was Ghost Towns by Radical Face, so here's a bit of established-relationship Reddie returning to Derry.

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no past or future here

~800 words

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Just past the Derry town line, Richie swerves the car to the right so suddenly that Eddie thinks an animal must have run out in the road. Then he brakes jerkily and guides it onto the shoulder, gravel crunching beneath the wheels. The close-growing goldenrod brushes against the passenger door as he throws it into park with a lurch.

Eddie lifts his head, blinking heavily. Usually, he drives—Richie likes to tease him for being a control-freak, but the truth is they’re both happier when Richie can fuck around on his phone and Eddie can focus on the road instead of biting his tongue on complaints about how fast Richie tends to take the turns—but he took a Xanax on the plane and he's still a little groggy.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yep,” Richie says tightly.

“You're not about to throw up, are you?”

Richie shakes his head. His shoulders heave, and he says, “No, I think I'm gonna fucking cry.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. And then, “Oh, shit, sweetheart, come here—”

Richie folds into his arms. It’s awkward with the center console between them, the cup-holder digging into Eddie’s hip, but he pays it no mind. Richie is clutching at him—shoulder, hip, the back of his head, quick frantic touches like he’s reassuring himself that Eddie is here—and his whole body shakes with sobs. It’s deeply jarring. Richie is a self-proclaimed crybaby, inclined to get teary-eyed at movies and romantic gestures and often enough during sex, but the only time Eddie has ever seen him cry like this in all the time they’ve been together was at his father’s funeral.

Just like he did then, Eddie holds him close and tries his best to hide his shock.

“Hey,” he says softly, into Richie’s hair. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay, come on.”

“Yeah,” Richie says raggedly. His face is still pressed to Eddie’s shoulder; Eddie’s t-shirt is wet with tears and snot, but he’ll worry about that later. "This fucking place. Do you remember?"

"Some," Eddie admits. He's been getting bits and pieces ever since Mike's phone call. It's all still tangled up: the playground and the Barrens and the bridge with friendly phrases like suck my infected cockkk carved on it. Big Bill. Stanley. Mike and Beverly and Ben. Sepia-toned flashes of memory, all out of order. Playing Chutes and Ladders on the floor of the Denbrough house with Bill and Georgie. Standing in the funeral home in his one good suit, watching Bill stare at a tiny coffin with a blank, stunned numbness that seemed beyond tears.

There's more. He knows there's more. More, and impossibly worse.

“Something really bad happened to us here, didn’t it?” Richie asks eventually. His voice is still thick.

Eddie nods. That memory still feels slippery and shadowed, like he’s digging through dark mud to grasp at some slimy wriggling thing with sharp teeth, but it’s there. The echo of that fear. Richie’s voice, young and terrified and furious, screaming, welcome to the Loser’s Club, asshole!

“Yeah,” he says. His voice is rusty, creaking, strange. An old door hinge on an old house with something terrible underneath it.

His mind slams down on the thought nearly as soon as it surfaces, but the dread remains.

“Yeah,” Richie says. He straightens finally, wiping ineffectively at his face, and Eddie allows annoyance and instinct to override him for a moment.

“Stop that, Jesus, you’re just going to smear snot all over your hand,” he says, leaning down to root through the bag at his feet until he comes up with a packet of wet wipes, which he hands to Richie. Richie takes it, and gives him an extremely wobbly smile.

“I love you,” he says.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah.” And then, “I don’t want to go back.”

“We don’t have to,” Richie says immediately. “Seriously. Say the word and I’ll turn around right now. We can be at the airport by three. We don’t owe this town shit.”

For some reason, even though he was just thinking exactly the same thing, that gives Eddie pause.

“Not the town,” he says, “but.”

“Them, yeah.” Richie sags back against his seat, then sets the wipes down to drag both hands through his hair. “Fuck.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Eddie says again, and this time he finishes it. “But we do have to, don’t we.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but Richie nods anyway. His hands drop, flex in his lap. Eddie can see the scar on his palm—the familiar little white line that he’s run his fingers over so many times, marveling thoughtlessly at its similarity to the one on his own hand. And no fucking wonder. They both came from the same piece of broken glass. He reaches out to touch it, then brings Richie’s palm to his lips. Richie lets him do it, then cups his chin and draws him into a brief kiss that still tastes like salt.

“Okay,” he says when they break apart. “Okay.”

Eddie drops back into his seat and re-buckles his belt. Richie nods, and then turns the key, puts the car back in drive, and pulls out onto the road.

#it #reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my fic #prompt fic

[here4kpopfics]

Through the Night | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

AU: Established Relationship

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex, a little making out. Also it’s this Jungkook and I’m not sorry.

Rating: PG-15ish?

A/N: This wasn’t meant to be this stupid long. This is the same couple as the one in Hold My Hand, and I have a list of different moments planned out for them. This ended up being like three of those moments in one. (You don’t need to read it first, but I’d love it if you did) This is the second thing I’ve written in over a decade and I’ve never been really good at writing physically intimate moments so this was a challenge for me. Please go easy on my babies. As usual, thank you to my loves @gimmethatagustd and @chryblossomjjk for not only beta reading but continuing to encourage me to keep writing. and Kiki for fixing my grammar bc I’m still very rusty. I love you both an obscene amount. As always, let me know what you think. A lovely little like and/or reblog are greatly appreciated, especially as I get back into this crazy writing world. thank you & I love you. 💜💜💜

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You hate storms. Absolutely hate them. You love the rain, though. The background noise of it as it helps you fall asleep or even helps you focus on tasks. You just hate what tends to come with the rain: thunder.

While you find lightning to be fascinating, and can watch it for hours trying to figure out where its starting point is, you prefer it when it’s as far away as possible. You count the seconds before you hear the deep rumbling of thunder, sending you under the covers in fear.

That’s exactly what’s happening tonight. The rain is coming down hard. The wind is too strong, making you feel uneasy in your apartment on the 15th floor. Your roommate, who is usually your safety blanket, is currently out of the country for work. This left you alone and unable to sleep in the dark, that sometimes becomes blinding light from the lightning being overhead. The thunder is almost deafening, rattling the windows.

You turned on your projector, casting light across your room to look like the northern lights, in an attempt to get lost in the colors and calm down. But it wasn't working. You’re on the verge of a horrific panic attack. You can feel it, and you subconsciously grab your phone. You can’t call your roommate because he’s on a plane and you can’t call your mother because the time difference is horrible. You scroll through your contacts until you land on his name.

You’ve been dating for a little over five months now, and it feels pretty serious. No “I love you's'' have been exchanged and the intimate moments were still relatively safe, but he calls you his and he is yours. But you didn’t want to scare him away with your irrational fears, and definitely didn’t want him to see you when you could barely control your anxiety. Not yet at least. He’d seen you panic over things you deemed reasonable to panic over like large crowds, people suddenly yelling, or receiving worrisome news. But you managed to contain the panic over the things you deemed unreasonable like fireworks, placing or receiving the wrong food order, the sheer idea of taking the subway alone, or in this case, thunder. 

You also didn’t want to admit to him how his voice was the most calming thing you’ve ever heard. How all you have to do in a situation that makes you anxious, is just make him speak about literally anything. That makes your heart rate lower almost instantly, as you focus on the beautiful cadence of his voice to distract you from the overwhelming surroundings. You aren’t ready to admit that to him because you don’t know if he would find it creepy or not.

You are about to scroll away from his name when, in rapid succession, your room lights up white. Not even two seconds later your entire building shakes, causing you to jump and scurry back under the blankets, trying to remember your breathing exercises. After a moment, finally getting your heart rate down just enough, you hear a voice muffled from under your pillow. Your eyes widen, praying you didn’t actually do what you did and he didn’t actually pick up. You grab your phone, turn it over slowly, and see your call screen with Jungkook’s name at the top. You immediately hang up the phone in a panic. 

Not even ten seconds later it starts ringing again. You let it go to voicemail, but it just starts ringing again, whilst getting messages asking if you were okay. You know Jungkook enough to know he isn’t going to give up. Letting out a heavy sigh, you take the phone under the covers with you and answer quietly.

“Hello?” 

“Y/n, did you just call? Is everything okay?”

“Uh…oh, did I? Sometimes I text in my sleep and I- I guess I accidentally…called…you…?” You try your best to sound convincing, fumbling over your words while pulling at the threads in your blanket. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

He lets out a groggy laugh. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”

“Shut up…it was an accident, okay? That’s all it was. Go back to sleep and I’ll see y-“

You’re cut off by another round of bright light, surrounding your room with bone rattling thunder. You let out a curse and clutch the phone closer to your ear, as if that’s going to help drown out the thunder.

“Y/n? What happened? Are you okay?“ He sounds so genuinely worried and you hate lying, to him especially, so with a shaky exhale you try to explain it as quickly as possible. 

“Ihatethunderandthestormispassingabovemybuilding. Danny isn’t home so I’m alone and scared andIjustwantedtohearyourvoice.” You squeeze your eyes shut, one hand clutching your phone and the other gripping the blanket still over your head. You prepare for the taunting, or to hear the line go dead, for several moments before you hear movement and the sound of keys on the other end. “Jungkook? What are you doing?“ 

“Is the passcode to get into the building still 0413?” He inquires and you hear a door close and an engine rev.

“Yes…but - Kook, you’re not coming over.”

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not.”

“But I already am.”

“Then turn back around and go back to bed. You’re not coming over at 2:30 in the morning. You had a long day, go home.” 

“I have had enough sleep to come over. It’ll be fine.”

You huff, throwing the blanket off you and sitting up, snapping into what he titled Brat Mode whenever neither of you could agree on something, but refused to give up. “You know arguing with me is never going to end well. I will win. Every time.”

“And you know arguing with me will result in you up against a wall begging me to show you why you’re wrong.” He chuckles at your immediate silent response, knowing how flustered you get at the mention of anything sexual. It was killing him that he couldn't see how red your cheeks were right now. Realizing you still haven’t said anything after a minute or two, he checks the phone to make sure you were still on the line as he pulls out of the parking garage of his complex. “Whether you like it or not, y/n, I’ll be there in 27 minutes. Try to get some rest until I get there, okay?” 

“…Okay…,” you mumble softly. “Thank you…,” you whisper before hanging up. You tuck your phone back under your pillow and bring the blanket back over your head to hide away until your savior arrived. 

You’re not sure how long it’s been, because you were finally able to fall asleep with the knowledge you weren’t going to be alone. But you were jolted awake with a harsh crash of thunder. You couldn’t move, which terrified you more. Your fight or flight instincts kick in and you try to thrash out of whatever it was that is holding you down. It’s not working and the hold only gets stronger and tighter, but this time is followed by a worried voice in your ear. “Fuck, what the hell, y/n calm down it’s me. It’s Jungkook!” The last sentence ends in a light yell while you continue to thrash, panic flooding every fiber of your being. “Hey, focus on me, y/n I’m right here.” His left arm comes out from under your pillow and he maneuvers to hover over you; his weight on the left arm and the right hand leaving your waist to cup your face. “It's me. I'm here. You’re okay.” He murmurs over and over, searching your eyes for any recognition of him. It takes a few more moments before your eyes finally lock with his. It is like something clicks in your mind and you become frozen. 

”…Koo…?” You murmur softly, bringing both your hands up to cup his face, verifying he was real. With that verification, your eyes immediately well up and begin threatening to spill. His right thumb, still glued to your face, begins wiping away any tears that succeeded in escaping as he presses his forehead to yours. “You’re here…,” you trail off, lightly bumping your nose to his and trying to smile, even though your unreasonable brain wants to burst into tears and your lungs are straining to get any air in or out.

He lets out another small laugh, giving you your favorite beautiful smile with a scrunched-up nose. “Yeah, sweetheart. It’s me. I’m here. What happened there, huh? I told you I was coming over.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheeks where he had just wiped the tears. “I probably should’ve woken you first, but you were finally asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry, bug.” 

“S’okay…” you yawn, stretching out underneath him before wrapping your arms around him and bringing him down to you fully. He snakes his arm back around your waist and rolls onto his back, letting you rest against him. Tucking your face into his neck, you smile and inhale deeply, wanting to find comfort in his entire being, but are met with a different smell entirely. Pulling your head back away from his neck, you look down at his sweater. “Why are you wearing Danny’s clothes?” You scrunch up your face at the smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, your roommate’s smell was fine and was actually the smell that brought you the most comfort. At least until you met Jungkook, then it became the second. 

The boy under you just smirks, moving your hair out of your face. “I forgot an umbrella, so the brief run to the car and then to your building, soaked my clothes. And I figured Danny wouldn’t mind me borrowing some sweats since he’s not here. Why?”

“You just smell like him. It’s weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah. Like, I know it’s you here with me, but you smell like someone else and it’s throwing me off. I don’t like it.”

“I can take it off if it’s really upsetting you. I don’t mind sleeping naked.” His offer sounded so serious, as if he was really concerned, but his facial expression said otherwise. He was fully teasing you, getting his wish to see your flustered cheeks like he wanted to earlier. You open your mouth in shock and look anywhere else but towards his gaze,  ending up on a piece of the hoodie that you were already clutching. “Would that be better? That way you just smell me?” He adds with a big grin across his face, tongue playing with the metal ring around his bottom right lip. 

You shake your head vigorously. “No no, it’s fine. I’ll get over it. It’s fine.” You rattle off, still clutching onto the hoodie. But he ignores you, sitting up and grabbing the bottom of the hoodie to start taking it off.

“No no, the princess can’t stand the smell. Therefore we must get rid of it posthaste! Before she bans us from ever returning to the castle.” He announces in the most dramatic fashion as he pulls the hoodie off, remaining in his own shirt. “I’ll just use the princess’ body heat to keep warm during this terrible storm. I’m sure she won’t mind.” He jokes, laying back down to wrap his arms around your laughing form again, tucking your head back where it belongs, in the crook of his neck. “There. All better, my princess?” 

You force yourself to contain your laughter and sound as monotonous as possible, “No. I like Danny’s smell better. Put it back on, you stink.” 

“How very dare you! After I traversed the dangerous outside elements to come and be by your side in your time of need, and this is how you treat me? The disrespect! The audacity!” 

You finally burst into laughter as he begins to tickle your sides, wheezing and trying to stop him by rolling away, only ending up with him back on top of you. He loved to tickle you, but you were still anxious from the storm and laughing to the point of wheezing, which always ended in you hyperventilating. You tapped both hands on his chest almost in a panic. 

“Koo, too much, please. Too much. I can’t - I can’t breathe.” Your eyes start welling up again and he stops immediately, leaning down to kiss the space between your eyebrows. 

“Okay, too far, I’m sorry. Breathe, bug. Breathe slowly.” He coaches your breathing for a few moments until you’re steady again. He is still above you, looking down at you like you’re his whole world. And you are. He knew it the second he met you and learned your name that you were going to be the one he would always want in any timeline in the universe. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, proving to you and the universe that you were his reason for being. His gaze travels from your eyes to your lips, to the steady breathing from your chest, back to your eyes, and then finally landing back on your lips. He mumbles something about how you have no clue what you mean to him before deciding to just give in and press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss immediately. Your breath hitches and it takes a second before you shut your eyes and kiss him back with the same amount of desire, tangling your hands in his hair as his own hands drop from your waist down to your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing himself down into you. 

You two stay like this, hands roaming each other while he stays slotted between your legs. Your lips connected, only separating for air, or for him to trail down your neck before coming back to your pillowy lips. As if he could never get enough of them. You smile into the kiss, your hands reaching down toward his sweatpants. One of his stays firmly on your hip and the other under your shirt, slowly creeping up your stomach. Just as you were about to reach the promised land, a clash of thunder rumbles through your room, reminding you both why your boyfriend was here in the first place. You flinch at the noise, causing Jungkook’s creeping hand to retreat immediately out of reflex, learning not to touch you when you are uncomfortable. He looks down at you with wide eyes, hoping he didn’t do anything wrong, moving his other hand off your hip and onto the bed out of caution. “You okay, bug? Did I do something?” His voice shakes and you can’t tell if it is from the lack of air from making out, or his concern of hurting you.

“No, you’re fine. I’m fine. The thunder. I forgot about the thunder.” You choked on a small laugh out of embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry. We can continue…if you want.”

He sighs, looking towards the window that displayed the city, the beautiful lightning dancing around the sky. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before getting off of you to close the blinds. When he returns, you expect him to crawl back on top of you and finish what you started. Instead, he crawls behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest, snaking an arm around your waist, and hooking a leg in between yours. He nudges your ear with his nose, kissing behind it before murmuring “Nah, it can wait. I’d rather have you on edge because of me and my tongue rather than the storm.” He practically counted down to when you gasped and watched your cheeks redden for what felt like the millionth time tonight. It was getting frustrating for you that he had this hold over you just by mentioning anything sexual. So you said fuck it and tried your best at responding in kind. 

“But don’t you need…I don’t know….help? With this?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible as you rolled your hips back against his crotch. His hand left your stomach, immediately gripping your hip in place against him and huffing into your ear.

“Don’t.” Got him. 

“Don’t what?” You ask sweetly, tilting your head back to try to get a better view of him. 

“Y/n…I’m trying to be the good supportive boyfriend that comforts you through storms. Not the boyfriend that completely ruins you and makes you mine over and over again.”

Don’t let him win, y/n.

“What if that’s the boyfriend I want?” You tried to roll your hips again but his grip only tightened further. 

“Then you’re shit out of luck, bug.” he tries to sound stern, but you weren’t completely unsuccessful with the last hip roll. It was taking everything in him not to buck his hip forward. 

You huff and lay your head back down on the pillow, facing away from him. “Maybe I should find a new boyfriend then…” you mutter softly, clutching the blanket closer to you. 

Jungkook’s jaw tightens and you feel his death grip on your hip release. His hand slides up past your waist, over your forearm, past your shoulder, and across to your throat where he lightly wraps his hand around it, bringing your head closer to his face. You knew you did it. You made him snap. Jealous Jungkook will always be the way to go if you want to win. You can feel it and you’re excited. However, instead of crushing his lips onto yours or attacking your jaw with aggressive love bites before completely ruining you, he kisses your temple, your cheekbone, the crook of your neck, ending on your shoulder blade before he takes a deep breath. “Y/n, it is almost 4 in the morning on a Wednesday. You have work in the evening and I cannot consciously allow you to go tired and sore. So behave.” He threatens before lightly biting down on your shoulder. 

You let out a defeated whimper, making him giggle. “You suck.” you sound like a fucking toddler about to have a tantrum. 

“I know. Now go to sleep, princess. I’ll be right here all night…or morning…” he let go of your throat, wrapping his arm around your waist again, this time tugging you back to him a little harsher to serve as a ‘my decision has been made’ move. You mumble an okay and a goodnight before getting comfortable and closing your eyes, happy to be wrapped up in his embrace. 

It’s completely silent except for the rain, the now distant thunder, and both of your slow breathing when Jungkook opens his sleepy eyes and looks down at your resting face. You look so happy and it overwhelms him thinking it’s because of him. He’s the reason you feel safe in someone’s arms. He’s the one you called when you were scared. He’s the one that gets to hold your hand, kiss you, and touch you. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leans in to kiss your temple. He hesitates there for a few seconds before finally whispering “I love you, bug. So much. I hope that’s okay.” 

He places another gentle kiss and settles back down, closing his eyes, beginning to drift off to sleep while thinking of better ways to tell you when you were awake. Except you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You heard him and you were struggling to control your breathing and the desire to turn around and verify what he just confessed. Instead, you waited a few moments that felt like an eternity until you were able to control your lungs long enough to form two sentences. 

“It’s more than okay. I love you, too, Koo…” you whisper it so softly you weren’t sure if he heard it or if he was even still awake, until you felt him stiffen and his grip on you tighten. Neither of you said anything more, just basked in the love you both had for one another and finally having it out there. You drift off to sleep with a big smile on your face. Suddenly storms aren’t so horrible if it means having the person you love there by your side. 

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[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Attention’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- i got a few requests for more enemies to lovers Dr Dilf smut so here’s another spin on it. i started this one ages agoooo but it was just sitting in my drafts. love ya enjoy xx

Your mind was burning with embarrassment and regret. Eyes wild. Pacing from corner to coner in order to find your missing clothes strewn all over the floor of Stephen Strange's bedroom. You had found yourself being awoken to whisps of light blurring your peripheral and in Stephen's bed. You were naked. He was naked. Panic started to settle into you and your mind went in a state of permanent static. You weren't in the mood for glute jokes.

This was a very very bad situation. The thing is you and Stephen were like cat and dog, constantly arguing, clashing horns at every given opportunity. It was a permanent hellscape. His heart was made of pure arsenic. You hated every part of him, well...every part of him except his dick apparently.

The party last night...you couldn't remember much, you sent the entire time trying to recollect everything while shimmying your clothes back on. Jesus. The man tore off your bra, the clasps were ripped. You imagined he got down and dirty fairly quickly, the liquor spurring you both on did wonders.

You could recall throwing a drink in Stephen's face. You were drunk and he was fairly tipsy, you remembered him scolding you and grabbing you by the wrist, eyes thinned and glassy, enflamed with rage and you can remember exactly how that made you feel...hot and wet.

Stephen thought you were a devious mental. Veins so tinged in hatred for him you would do anything to snuff him out like a dirty cigarette, you never got along with him even though you tried at first. By some spectacular miracle you had got him in bed. You remember it felt really really good but it'll be a cool day in hell and the planes would freeze over before you would admit that to anybody, to him especially. The morning light was bouncing off of every artifact adorned wall, the billowing breeze of the slightly opened window cooping through it all.

You finally got your heels back on and you stopped in your tracks for a moment to remark at his sleeping form.

His eyes were sealed closed, hair messy against the pillow as he breathed in and out slowly, his chest rising and falling with every exhale. You squinted slightly as you headed for the door, Stephen's arm was above him and resting against the back of his head, his torso and rippling muscles on bare display. He looked at peace, for once, when he was sleeping. Almost pretty. You recoiled when you caught yourself gawking at him in his slumber. You finally found your way out and tiptoed back to your own room in the Compound.

When Stephen awoke, his heart started to thump against his cool skin and he felt ungulfed in eternal dread. Shit. His eyes darted under the covers and he was unpleased to see that he was naked. He was naked with you...and you weren't here.

He perched himself up and gazed at the indent on the pillow next to him that the shape of your frame made.

He was embarrassed and full of internal rage. He let himself fall into bed with you, even though he was positive his hatred for you could travel beyond the physical borders and peramiters of time itself. Stephen's dick ruled over his head for once and it made him angry, to lose his inhibitions like that was unprofessional and quite frankly ridiculous. He was as serious as he was a hardass and he couldn't be so untrustworthy to have fucked you, his word would lose credibility. He said he hated you, yet he banged you? Never in a million years would he have imagined it. Stephen pulled his boxers back and up and buried his face in his hands and let out an eternal grunt before carding his fingers through his hair. Stephen looked up and he saw that you left your little clutch from last night, your bag that you probably left accidentally.

Stephen padded to the clutch you left on his spellbook ridden desk, he felt wrong for going through your things but he lacked the intuition to care about the karma he was probable to face. His fingers twitched to open it up and when he did his mood strayed. He found a tube of lipgloss, peach flavoured, a small vial of perfume, sweet and sugary scented; but his eyes widened whem he found that you stuffed a thong along with them. Wow. That's...suggestive, he wondered why you had an extra pair along with you, maybe because you wanted a backup incase a man that had a sex drive of an aphrodesiac ripped your main pair off with their teeth...like Stephen. He quirked an eyebrow when he closed it back up. He just needed to put this wild night behind him and forget about this one night stand.

Throughout the day, the meetings and the training were not serving as a distraction from the events the night before entertained. If anything they exasterbated his thoughts tenfold. Through one mission briefing, his eyes kept wandering to you, you were on the other side of the table staring off intently into the abyss, you obviously weren't picking up anything because you were absolved in your own little world and inane thoughts too. With every moment Stephen was near you, you began picking up more and more moments of the night you and him shared; it was hotter than you remember, he was...uhm...very good actually. He knew how to work his hands over you, he gripped onto you relentlessly, the bruises on your skin was a reminder of that. His small glances turned into prolonged stares, his eye twitched when you bit your lip, glazing your tongue over your bottom lip. He remembered exactly how you worked your tongue and sweet mouth over his dick. Stephen tried to shake the thought our of his head but he couldn't help it.

Stephen was getting slighty annoyed though and he wasn't sure why he was feeling this way. Every hour that passed was another man that would feel the need to gawk at you, brushing their hands past you and wanting you in bed with them. Flirting with you. Stephen was upset with himself, he found himself quirking his eyebrow at every agent that was walking with you or talking with you. It was strange, he spent one night with you and now he was gaping at you and feeling a twinge of, dare he think it, jealousy? Because of another guy talking to you? Jesus Christ, he was seriously getting emotionally dense AND delicate, he was really letting himself go and you were the object of it.

You were panicking again. The cold and distant stars in the night sky frowning upon you when you were figuring up ways to take you clutch back, you didn't want to talk to him ever again, not after that morning of futile and unmoving embarrassment. You knew in Stephen's mind that leaving your bag was en excuse to see him again, serving as a prominent ego boost to his already blooming narcissistic tendancies. You were filled with disdain but you needed it back; more importantly you needed your underwear back. It was your favourite pair and you were prone to throwing a hissyfit over it. You perched yourself at his door before finally knocking on it. You let out a huff when you saw him, creaking the door open on its hinges. You were met with Stephen's awkward, stern and equally confused face. You pushed passed him with a grunt, meeting his impossibly hard bicep as you sauntered into his room like you owned the place.

‘’Where's my clutch Strange?’’ You asked coldly, not seeing your bag in your eyeline. ‘’I don't want an argument, I just want it back.’’

‘’Oh please. Just walk in like you own the place.’’ stephen slammed his door in a fit of rage.

‘’I think I've already christened it with my presence since you fucked me in this very room. I think I have a right to want my fucking bag back.’’ Your smile was venemous when you twirled yourself around to meet his inssesant cold glare.

‘’We're not talking about it.’’ He tried to dismiss you and this strange confrontation mostly because he wanted to forget that stupid night where nothing should have happened...but it did happen. He couldn't change that.

‘’Yes we are because you've been giving me that Stephen Strange Serious Stare all day. Hell, I'm just as embarrassed as you are about all of it, being a hypocrite and all is not a good look on me.’’ You swiftly turned your back around in order to ransack his room and find your stupid bag, it was a simple task, one that shouldn't take this much time. When you turned he saw the marks on your skin, the darkening purple bites that he was sure he gave you, it made a wash of possessiveness cover him- it was like a marker of him being there on you. Kissing you. Fucking you as if he were his and not a stupid one night stand.

‘’You've got bruises all down your back.’’ Stephen muttered, eyes fixed on you intently.

‘’I wonder who put them there.’’ You quipped with a stupid smirk on your face. You finally found it and your face instantly brightened, you immediately grabbed it and headed for the door. stephen blocked your presence with his ridiculously defined body, you scowled at him.

‘’What, is that it?’’

‘’I don't know what you're talking about.’’ You scoffed as you batted your eyelashes at him, acting coy as a means to tease him out of what he really wanted. His arm blocked your getaway still.

‘’Don't be stupid.’’

‘’Well, you've been more tense than usual today. I'm not sure what I did to make you feel this way.’’ You flirted with him tirelessly, you weren't even sure what outcome you were trying to get at this point, all you knew is that you wanted to see that seething look on his impossibly attractive face.

‘’You know exactly what.’’ Stephen was tired of it all. If he couldn't fight against the feelings he might as well give in to them- and you were one very attractive oppostition he wasn't willing to struggle against. Stephen comes off as a complex and slightly deranged man but when he wanted something it was very simple; he didn't like you but the sex was mindblowing, he didn't like other guys looking at you the same way he did, he wanted you all for himself. A twisted paradox but he was certain that this was what would keep him centred.

‘’We've got time. Spell it out.’’ You bit your lip as you judged him silently, eyes full of careless wonder. Stephen caught your wrist and stared at you coldly, his blank stare boring into your hard face.

‘’I don't want to stoop to your level.’’ He grumbled lowly and it made you squint at him.

‘’You don't have to. Simply spell it out for me or is that too difficult for you to do?’’

‘’Well maybe if you stop being such a goddamn hardass I can get a word in edgeways.’’

‘’I never really thought your one night stands got the privilege of actually speaking to you at all, so go ahead. Tell me whatever you need say and be done with it already because quite frankly I'm tired of doing this.’’

‘’You're so fucking insolent.’’

‘’How so?’’

‘’You think I don't notice everything everyone's being doing to you? Fawning over you? And you goading them on? You're being cruel to them and yourself.’’

You were at a loss for words. Was he trying to flip the switch and blame you? Not a chance in hell.

‘’So it's wrong for me to want other people?’’

‘’No. It's wrong for you to lead them on because you're still so desperate for my attention.’’

You scoffed in his face at his insurmountable ego. It really was quite extraordinary.

‘’Come on sweetheart, don't go dumb on me now.’’ He was enjoying his endless taunt and it made you squirm.

‘’I'm not a whore for your attention smartass.’’ You insulted, too clouded by the way he was looking at you to be focused on anything else.

‘’No but you're a whore for me.’’ Stephen smirked and it made you want to kick him right in those perfect teeth, yet another part of you was screaming at you to simply melt in his words and touch...but then again, what kind of hypocrite would that make you?

‘’You seem certain about it.’’

‘’All I'm saying is that if you want to fuck your way to prominence do it with someone who can at least makes you feel desired not just like a small little attention grab.’’ He said huskily, voice low and gravelly-he was way too close to you, so deliciously close and near you, body heat almost merging.

It felt exactly the same way since the first night: inhibitions melting away as fast as the wind.

Stephen's lips were nearing yours, the proximity closing with every second, eyes flitting and fluttering. You felt pathetic but who could blame you? No one was around to see you fail, no one was around to see you...kiss him? No one could see you fall for him, no one could hold it against you, well, except for him of course.

‘’Well, you've been treating me like an attention grab, a one night stand. Is that all I am to you?’’ You whispered against his lips, grazing the soft pink flesh.

‘’Are you seriously asking me that question?’’ He said gruffly before smashing his mouth onto yours, tasting you like he did all those nights before- reliving the moment, not drunk off of alcohol this time but instead each other's presence. Stephen tasted so orginal, so authentic and irrevicably him. His colgne was deep, and probably way too damn expensive. You definitely held his attention now.

He found it impossible to not have his hands on you- he was so damn greedy for you, his hunger would never be satiated. Stephen cradled your face, eyes screwed shut as he pushed you against his door, your head thudded against the oak and it made you chuckle into his mouth and he felt it echo through his bones. You laughing got him laughing. It was a strange sentiment

‘’Can we take off our clothes?’’ You whimpered and Stephen thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.

‘’So polite. Thought you'd always be snippy.’’ Stephen was taunting you again but you didn't care- you had the upper hand. Your hands were ripping at his clothes.

Stephen thought if he let you have your fun, his shock will become that much more potent- he'd never worked this hard for something ever.

You knew all the right buttons to push and all the right places to touch, damn him for being so good at this. It was an insult to every other guy you'd ever been with. Gasps and moans erupted in the air, you clung onto his hair and tugged it back to make him open wider. You tasted immaculate, heady and cleansing. A soul recycle.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the arms and swivelled you around, the side of your face was digging into the door and Stephen positioned himself behind you. Holy shit. Was he seriously about to fuck you against the door? Does he really have no restraint? Can he simply not wait to get you in the bed that was about 2 metres away?

Oh wow.

His hands travelled down your body and he tugged and tore at your clothes, never fully getting it all off though- Stephen was far too impatient for that. You were lusting after the wrong man...but why did this feel so right? You winced when he rid you of your underwear, bare for him like the first time. His breathing was shallow and rapid in your ear and Stephen kissed and bit down your neck and shoulder blade, he was-leaving his mark on you again. This time on the other side of your body, the sting hurt so good and you were moaning and panting like a bitch in heat.

‘’You still want my attention, baby? Still desperate for me?’’ He growled in your ear, your chest was caving at his dense words and it just made the air that much more thicker

‘’Fuck you!’’ You whined but it was honestly just goading him on even more, and making him that much harder

‘’Shut up and I will.’’

Your ears pricked up at the sound of his zipper, , eyes widening with how much you needed him in you. You made your bed and now you needed to lie in it. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and you gasped when he spanked your ass, his handprint an outline on you. Stephen was feeling increcibly brave and dirty- his ego boosted tenfold. He finally got another chance to feel you again, what man wouldn't be impatient? He smirked as he pushed himself inside you, coating himself with your wetness. The sound you made was so pathetic and sweet, it was like the call of a siren, the song of Achilles. Beautiful, needy thing. Lord, you were inticing. It was apparent by the way he was just rutting in and out of you, banging you against his fucking door. Your dignity was peeling away but fuck all of it. Stephen's arms gripped onto you impossibly tight, his fingernails dug into your soft supple skin- leaving yet another mark on you.

His.

You couldn't speak, your tongue was turning to mush. He was whispering all these dirty nothings in your ear.

‘’My pretty girl.’’ ‘’Love it when you're sweet.’’ ‘’Fuck...so tight.’’

It just made you clench around him even tighter, his words made you that much wetter. Stephen put his hand against the door to steady himself as he fucked into you that much harder, that much rougher. Your legs were turning wobbly. You simply couldn't handle the heat anymore.

You came onto him, so fucking hard and so fucking quick. You let out a strangled cry as he left a stray bite on your earlobe, with that he dumped his prolonged load into your slick pussy, his grunt was from the base of his insides. It felt like he was grounding himself after being in eternal free fall ever since the first time.

You were breathing like a maniac, like you've just ran a marathon- it was incredibly humbling. When Stephen let you go, you felt his warmth leave rapidly and you swirled yourself around to see him. You leaned your limp body against the door as you smiled at him crookedly.

‘’You do this with all of your one night stands?’’ You bit your lip softly, eyes twinkling in the darkness.

Stephen kissed you to make you shut up.

‘’No. Don't refer yourself to that.’’ He warned you and you certainly felt mixed emotions to that.

‘’What you still want me to refer you as my mortal enemy?'’’ You flirted playfully, you were actually curious though...what did he want you to refer to him as?

‘’Attention grab?’’

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hello! I found your post about puella magi madoka magica and i loved it! I actually want to request something. How about yandere puella magi madoka magica with reader, where reader getting bullied. (Platonic)

You can ignore my request if you want! And i'm sorry if my request burden you.

Yandere!Holy quintet helping bullied darling

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Mami, Madoka, Sayaka, Kyoko & Homura ]

[ Puella Magi Madoka Magica ]

⚠️ Yandere, I dunno support this kind of behavior in real life, I just write it for fun!

Im not going to just ignore you dear, I really liked your idea so here it is!! 😄

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it ❤️

Everything had started when they offer you their help, either Madoka or Mami both of them are always ready to help. Although, If they had found you while the bullies were attacking you is Mami who step in and tries to solve the problem without fighting, while Sayaka will be ready to throw her hands on it (at least enough to help you get away from them) and Madoka will try to help you with your things or any wounds you have

They were the first of the group that you get to know, even if you don't really trust them at first they understand (well Sayaka not too much since they were the ones who helped you), Mami reasure you that you don't have to worry they are happy to help you and after making sure you were alright they leave you (they can make you company on your way to your house if you ask them). Your firsts interactions weren't too relevant, just quickly helping you, mainly because they still have work to do, but the more occasions they found you being target of those bullies the more they were worried

Is probably Madoka who brings up the idea of trying to add you to the group in order to help you avoid all the bullying, and Mami and Sayaka totally agreed with it so the next time they found you (hopely alone and not being attacked) they tell you that all of you should be friends, they want to help you (even if you try to decline their offer they will insist, not letting you too much room to protest)

At first it was just a normal friendship, hanging out with you and protecting you, but after some time they start to see how truly special you were, how wonderful friend you truly are, it doesn't matter if you are more shy or even more goofy, you had made your way to their hearts and you weren't planing to leave any time soon, little by little you had become a really important person for them

Mami doesn't feel lonely anymore because now she had wonderful friends by her side, she knows you look up at her, you see her as the strong girl she is and you know you can always count with her and she loves it, you make her feel wanted and even need it, so she always gives her best for you, she wouldn't like to dissapoint her cute little friend, isn't she?

Madoka tend to feel insecure from time to time, not feeling enough and doubting herself but everytime she feels bad you are there to prove her wrong, you are always there to remember her how she is really stronge and caring, she was the one who saved you after all, you are always there to boost her confidence and give her motivation when she can't find it

Sayaka is always cheerful, always ready to fight for others, for the justice, but the people doesn't seem to really apreciate her, it isn't like she is trying to gain something by it but not even the person she loved appreciate it, the person for whom she had give her sould in exchange for him to be alright, but that wasn't the case with you, since the first moment, when she had helped you, you had been always grateful with her, even when you didn't knew her yet

You are like their little sunshine, their motivation to continue fighting because they can't let you fall into the trap of a witch, the mere thought of it make them fearful and desesperate, that is why they are always by your side, barely leaving you alone, is just that you are so special that you should be protected for everything and anything

And that is why they despise those bastards who had dare to mess with you, how the hell they dare to go against someone so beautiful and special like you, the were really just some idiots that deserve to suffer. The more they had affected you the more angry they get, like if they just make fun of you or mess with you sometimes they aren't so furious, even when they want to take revenge and teach them a lesson they will do it in a more smart way, but if they had dare to lay a hand on you, even if it was just once then they will merciless, they will be really harsh on them, I mean, no one will even notice if they diseapear, right? who will blame them if they came a little late to save them from a witch?

To meet Homura it would take some time, she will notice you when you started to hang out with them, and since Madoka seemed to like you a lot she start to keep a close eye on you, even stalking you for a while, this was probably the first time-line you had apeared so she will be wary with you for a while, not really knowing if you are dangerous

However, everything changed for her when she noticed how special you are, being so kind and lighting up the mood by just being there, now she understand why Madoka was atracted to you on the first place since both of you are really special, it got to the point that she can't just hide in the shadows anymore, she needs meet you directly, to be with you, so she will take advantage of one of those time where you were being bothered by the bullies to introduce herself

She tries to be kind to you and even make a good impresion while protecting you, but when the other girls came she get mad, honestly Homura wanted to monopolize your time for a while, but their presence ruin her plans. She was ready to fight them in order to be alone with you but she knows that they are important to you so she try to hold back herself

She will try to make an agreement with them (mainly Mami and Sayaka), they were really wary of Homura since she had never made a good impresion but now that she were so close to you it just make things worst, and Homura didn't like them too much neither, aside from you and Madoka she doesn't care for the rest, but for your sake they will be willing to give a try, Homura had saved you too after all (and even if they didn't accept Homura she was more than ready to fight them)

Homura started to hang out with all of you too, and for a while Mami and Sayaka were quietly threating her, but in the moment you start to trust in her and even call her your friend they start to warm up to her, if you liked her maybe she wasn't a really bad person, and Homura couldn't be happier since this was the first time things were going pacefuly, and it was all thanks to you you truly are special!

When Kyoko come they were pretty wary of her too, since she doesn't really think on anyone else aside from her they didn't really wanted for her to get close to you, but after some time she started to warm up to them. She start to be really curious over you for how caring and selfish they are over you, the fact that you had been bullied made her warm up with you quicker since it brings her a protective instinct, so she ended up joining everyone on the group (she would rather be able to monopolize you, but she won't complain about the others)

After you had met them you never have to face any bullied again, they will never let anyone get close to you anymore, you have them and they could provide you whatever you need, they are fully capable to protect you from anyone who tries to harm you, doesn't matter if it is a person or a witch

The more aggresive the bullies were to you or the more affected you are for what you had to go through the more wary they become with the rest of the world, may even start to get paranoid, to the point that you are never going to be alone again (even without you knowing it)

At least once someone had bring the idea of you becoming a Magical Girl so you will go with them on the fights (probably Mami or Madoka), but Homura and Kyoko are quickly to decline it (Homura is even mad at the only thought), both pretty much know that this is not a game and they don't want to put you into this curse (not like they will let you even really risk your life), you are perfectly fine just the way you are and they are perfectly capable to defend you

And when they get to know the truth behind being a Magical Girl you were the one who keep them sane (as sane as they can), not letting themselfs fall into despair because if something happen to them what will become of you? what would you do without them? what if people start attacking you again if they aren't by your side? They can't just throw themselfs like that when they still have to be there for you and protect you

After they had the bless to meet you non of them will let anything get you away from them, not even the Walpurgisnacht and since none has surrendered to despair they were be ready to fight the biggest witch, they fight for you, for a future with you, they doesn't need anything else than you just as you don't need anyone but them

#puella magi madoka magica #magical girl madoka magica #madoka magica x reader #holy quintet #holy quintet x reader #madoka kaname #madoka x reader #mami tomoe #mami x reader #sayaka miki #sayaka x reader #homura akemi #homura x reader #sakura kyoko #sakura x reader #yandere madoka magica x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #yandere x reader #anime #manga

[five-bi-five-mind]

In Her Arms

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Words: 4.2k+

Genre: Angst & Smut

Summary: Takes place right after episode 4x03, the one where the cult took Emily and Reid hostage. Emily comes back immediately after everything was wrapped up from the whole ordeal in Colorado. Neither of you expected this trip to go the way it did and when she’s finally back in your arms, all you can do is focus on her injuries and the fact that you almost lost her this time. You do all you can to take care of her and Emily does all she can to ease your mind. 

Warnings: Oral (r giving), fingering (r giving and Emily giving), Emily is still very much a top in this though oops. Mentions of injures and a lil violence (nothing graphic at all). Vague mentions of a cult (it’s part of the episode).

A/N: You don’t necessarily need to remember the episode to read this. I cover all the important details in it and it’s not really about the episode, as much as it is about Emily and R’s relationship. I basically just got inspiration from the episode and ran with it lol

When the situation went south your heart sank. When the news leaked that an undercover FBI agent was trapped in the midst of a shootout between the cops and a cult, panic set in. You were all the way in Virginia while she was trapped in Colorado. You knew almost immediately, that if it came to it, she’d out herself to protect others. And when you got a call with an update from JJ you learned that that was exactly what she did.

It felt like your world was breaking at that moment. Beaten, but alive, that’s what JJ promised you. The woman you love was being beaten and held against her will in order to protect others, but at least she was still breathing.

When she left your shared apartment that morning, she promised this wouldn’t be dangerous. All she was doing was checking on a call about a child in danger. She wasn’t even taking the whole team, it was just supposed to be her and Reid. There was nothing to indicate that it would turn out how it did. You didn’t get out of bed to say goodbye, because you took her word for it. When she had a case you’d usually walk her to the door, she’d give you a long, gentle kiss goodbye, and you’d memorize every detail of your last moment together before she walked away. You didn’t do that this time, she left with a gentle kiss to your forehead and you almost immediately fell back asleep, barely taking in her face through sleep hazed eyes as she whispered her goodbye. That was your biggest regret with the whole situation.

Luckily for you, the situation ended with Emily alive, but you couldn’t exactly say she was well. You watched and waited for the plane to land, nervously clutching Garcia’s hand as your eyes stayed glued to the door you were waiting for her to walk through. She was just as eager to see them as you were, both of you knowing you were seconds away from losing Emily and Reid, and it was clear Garcia feared for them almost as much as you did. Your grip on her hand was nothing compared to the hold she had on yours, you could tell she needed the comfort too.

When Emily walked through the door, or more like limped, the wave of emotions you were holding back finally hit. You dropped Garcia’s hand to pull your girlfriend into your arms. She grunted at the impact of you practically rushing her.

When your hands went around her sides and you squeezed her close, she winced. Hard. That’s when you pulled back and really took her in. A black eye, a bruised jaw, eyes sunken and exhausted. You bet if you looked under her shirt you’d see bruises to match those on her face. It was later that you learned she even had a couple cracked ribs from the beatings she took.

You didn’t need to say a word when you took in her face, she could read you so easily. “I’ve had worse,” she whispered to you, trying to ease your mind. It didn’t work like she hoped. You tried to back up, but her arms wrapped around you and held you still. Pain or not, she didn’t care. You weren’t the only one thinking you’d never see each other again. As she sat stuck in the midst of that cult, all she thought about was how worried you must be. She was kicking herself for not kissing your lips before she left, for not fully waking you up like you usually prefered her to. She needed you close to her just as much as you did right now.

Your nails dug into Emily’s shoulders as she held you close to her body. Her face immediately buried into the side of your neck as she held you and she inhaled deep. Taking in every aspect of you that she missed and thought she’d never see again.

You were trying to be strong, you were trying so damn hard, but tears brimmed your eyes as you thought about how close you had come to not having her anymore. She was the love of your life and you almost lost her. There was no way you wanted to cry at the BAU in front of the whole team, so instead you just buried your head in her shoulder and shut your eyes tight.

Garcia, however, was way ahead of you. Openly crying as she held onto Reid, who, as you peaked from where your head was buried in Emily’s shoulder, looked slightly uncomfortable and very stunned.

When Emily finally pulled you from her, one hand immediately went to press against your cheek while the other slipped into your hand. “Are you ready to go home?” She asked, giving you a soft, sympathetic smile. You simply nodded and Emily let go of you to get things from her office. With the state of her body, however, you could see the pain in every step.

You followed closely, only to be stopped with a hand placed on your shoulder from behind. You turned slowly, already knowing who to expect as Emily walked on.

“I- I’m…” Spencer stuttered trying to find the right words. “Emily, she-“

“I know.” You cut him off, extending your hand for him to take. He stared for a moment before slipping his hand in your own. “I’m glad you’re okay too, Spencer.” And you were, when JJ told you the severity of the situation you cried for both of them. Spencer was more than just your girlfriend’s coworker, they all were your friends, your family, he was your brother. To lose Emily would devastate you, to lose them both would break you.

You knew that Emily did what she did to protect him, you knew she would do it all over again. It wasn’t that you blamed her or him for the terror you felt throughout the situation. No, you blamed the cult and the disgusting man who ran it, but that didn’t stop you from wishing Emily didn’t have to run into danger, even when not called. It was part of who she was and you’d never ask her to change that.

Spencer’s eyes showed relief as you stood with him, squeezing his hand in reassurance. Words weren’t needed, he knew you didn’t blame him, no matter how much he blamed himself. But seeing the soft smile you gave him eased his guilt just enough.

“Ready?” Emily’s soft voice came from behind you. Spencer slipped his hand out of yours and smiled at the two of you as you turned and nodded. You were more than ready to go home. All you wanted was to slide into bed with your girlfriend and feel her arms around you.

—----------------------------------------------- The two of you spent the car ride in a comfortable silence. Emily’s hand seemed to always have some sort of contact with you since the minute you both exited the BAU and you honestly didn’t mind. It felt grounding. It kept your mind from the “what if” scenarios that you found yourself starting to slip into when you were waiting for Emily’s return. And you definitely didn’t need to focus on those right now. No, right now you needed to bask in the knowledge that she made it home in mostly one piece. If you focused too much on what might have happened it would be that much harder for you to let her walk out the door for her next case and you had a feeling after this one, it was already going to be heartbreaking and terrifying to watch her go back to work. Knowing her, she won’t even wait to be fully healed before doing that too. In that moment, you made a silent promise to care for all her needs while her body healed, whether she liked it or not. Maybe then she’d heal faster, maybe it would make her safer when she inevitably goes back to work too soon.

Walking into your shared apartment, the weight of the past few days hung heavy in the air. You stripped off your jacket fast before quickly stepping behind Emily and gently peeling hers off as well. She didn’t say anything as you did so, but as you walked past her and further into the apartment she gave you a knowing look. She followed you silently as you two both walked back to the bedroom.

Emily was still in the work clothes she left in, blood stained from the beatings she took. You weren’ sure who wanted those clothes out of sight more, Emily who’s been trapped in them a little too long or you who couldn’t stand to have extra reminders that she almost didn’t make it home. Your hand slipped back into hers as you crossed the threshold and you guided her to sit on the bed. When you stood over Emily, she looked up at you with compassion in her eyes. You pressed your forehead to hers for a moment, your hands resting on her shoulders and you both stayed like that for a moment. Words weren’t needed for either of you to know that in this moment you were both immensely grateful to be back home together.

After a moment, your hands began to move, gliding slowly to the lapels of Emily’s jacket before sliding it off her body. She let you undress her, silently nodding her approval when your shaking fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. She knew that you needed this, knew that you needed to take care of her right now, to have that extra reassurance that she was home safe with you. Emily was always good at understanding what you needed. You were never sure if it was because she was good at her job or because she just knew you and how to love you the way you needed to be loved. But tonight, you decided, was about her. It was about caring for her, nursing her back to health, letting her know that she was safe in your arms. She was never one to seem fragile, but tonight as she returned to you bruised and battered, you felt the need to treat her as if she could break at any moment.

Except, for Emily, tonight was the opposite. While you promised yourself you’d make tonight what she needed to heal, she made a promise as well. Silently guilt ridden from the fear she put you through, she promised to give you anything you wanted. She’d do anything to take the terror that she could still see behind your beautiful eyes. To others your brave face may have been impenetrable, but Emily could read you like a book and all she wanted now was to take all your worries away. So if you needed to feel like you could care for her, then she wouldn’t stop you.

Trembling fingers moved from one button to the other, slowly undoing her shirt until you suddenly halted, a gasp escaping your lips before you could restrain your reaction. Once you had gotten half way done you saw them. Your fingers picked up the pace, wanting to pull off the shirt like a bandaid so you could see the damage done. You pushed her shirt back as it hung open on her torso and you pulled back slightly. Her ribs were littered with deep purple, angry bruising. Emily didn’t need to read your face to know why you paused. She knew when you saw the damage done it would affect you. Unfortunately, there was no way she could hide that from you.

When Emily finally dared to look at your face, the concern in your eyes told her exactly how you were feeling. There was fear, anger, and heartache written across your face as your hands hesitantly reached out again towards her body. With the lightest touch, your fingers brushed along the angry marks that littered her ribs. She didn’t even flinch when you thought you pressed a little too hard with your fingers. Emily’s eyes just stayed fixed on yours as you took in the state of her body.

“I’m okay,” Emily’s voice broke the silence. “I’ll heal.” You knew she would, but that still didn’t ease your mind. Next time could be worse. The thought made you shudder, not because of the possibility of worse injuries, but because you had a feeling there would be a next time. Many next times, even. You didn’t want to think about that anymore. In fact, you didn’t want to think about much of anything anymore. What you should be doing is filling your mind with what you do have right now. Your girlfriend was sitting in front of you, she was looking at you with so much love. It wasn’t the time to spiral into what might happen in the future. No, right now you just wanted to drown in all the wonderful things that came with loving Emily Prentiss.

So that’s exactly what you did. Slowly, you knelt down and leaned forward, your lips pressing to a bruise that painted her abdomen. Emily knew immediately what you were doing and needed the moment you moved to kneel in front of her. Her hands went gently to your hair, fingers running through slowly as your lips pressed on each patch of bruised skin.

Your lips trailed down her body, barely brushing over her skin, yet the feeling still made her shiver. When you reached the hem of her pants, your fingers slipped to the button, tracing it as your eyes peaked up at hers. She gave you a nod and a soft smile, her fingers moving from your hair to brush gently against your cheek before you looked back down and undid the button. Lifting her hips, Emily helped you take her pants and underwear off, going slowly as you knew her body still felt sore from all she had been through.

Taking her pants off revealed even more bruising, a few below her knees and some splashed across her thighs. With hands placed on either of her knees, you ran them up to her thighs with a feather light touch, taking in the feeling of her heated skin on the palms of your hands. Even littered with bruises, she still looked stunning. Your lips returned to her body, starting at the bruises you found just below her knees, kissing them as gently as you possibly could, before moving to the ones found on her thighs. When you had kissed each mark, you pulled back just for a moment to look back up at Emily. She looked back at you with pupils blown, her chest rising and falling a bit faster. The feeling of your lips on her bare thighs mixed with the need to feel you close after fearing she might never come home to you again was almost too much at this point. But just as she could read you easily, you could read her too and you knew what she wanted. It’s what you both probably needed at this moment.

Your head dipped back down to her thighs, with hands on either of her knees again, you pushed gently as a silent request and she spread her legs for you. This time your lips pressed kisses on various parts of her inner thighs, enjoying the slight way her body would tense when you kissed her in particularly sensitive spots. You knew you wanted to go slow, to enjoy the feeling of your girlfriend surrounding you and all your senses, so you took your time, letting your lips trail up and down the soft inner parts of her thighs a few times until you felt her hand place itself gingerly on the top of your head, very slightly starting to guide you to where she wanted you most.

With a feather light touch, your tongue ghosted over her slit just barely. Yet, it was enough for her to let out a long sigh as her hand continued to rest atop your head. You didn’t mind though, the feeling of her hand in your hair while you were surrounded by her scent and had the taste of her on the tip of your tongue was overwhelming in the best way. You didn’t know how much you needed this until you felt her hand gently push again, urging for you to do more. Without hesitation, you obliged, this time your tongue parting her folds as you took a long, slow taste of her. Both of you groaned in that moment, her from the feeling of your tongue running fully over her clit and you from the intoxicating taste of her. A taste that you’d never get tired of, that you always craved.

Your tongue began to circle her clit in slow, lazy motions and you felt her hand tighten in her hair. You knew she wanted more of you, but you also knew to take it slow. Her body was still hurting and, despite whatever protest she may have, you didn’t want to push it any farther. That, and you wanted to take your time with her. All you wanted was to savor this moment, where your senses were drowning in Emily.

However, there was only so much of this Emily could take before getting impatient. As if reading her mind, though, your tongue began to lap firmly at her clit, your hands holding onto her thighs as your head bobbed with each stroke of your tongue. It was a gorgeous sight, Emily thought, and the image alone was making her that much more wet as she lost herself in the feeling of your tongue between her legs. Without much thought, her hips moved slightly into your face in rhythm with your tongue.

“I love seeing you like this,” She whispered as her hands went back to stroking your hair. You hummed in response, pleased at the reactions you were pulling out of her. Your lips wrapped around her clit and as you began to suck you peaked up to see Emily’s hooded eyes locked on you. Something in Emily broke at the sight of you looking up, with your clit in her mouth. A swell of emotions flooded through her, seeing you like that. Despite the protest of her body, she felt the need to take what she wanted from you and she needed to do it now. She knew she wanted to give you what you wanted, but she also just wanted you. She knew you needed to feel her close, just as she did.

Emily’s hand moved from your hair to cup your chin and pull you back from between her legs. You gave her a curious look, wondering if you did something wrong, if you possibly hurt her. But she eased your mind with one simple phrase. “Take your clothes off.” Her voice was barely even a whisper, but it still held so much command. Doing exactly as she asked, you stood and stripped as fast as possible without tripping over yourself.

When you stood bare in front of her, she reached for you, pulling you towards her and motioning for you to straddle her lap. You hesitated, knowing that if you did you could hurt her, but she tugged on you again, giving you a nod to ease your mind and you did what she wanted. Your hands immediately moved to her shoulders as she practically pulled you on top of her when you finally gave in. Steadying yourself on her, you felt the overwhelming heat of her body as bare skin pressed against bare skin. It was intoxicating and exactly what you needed to feel. Emily had one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady on top of her, while the other reached up so that she could cup your chin in the palm of her and bring your lips to meet hers.

You melted into the kiss, which, while heated, was still tender and filled you with all the love Emily had for you. Your hands tightened on her shoulders and, as her tongue danced along your own, you couldn’t help the slight grind of your hips against her own as you sat on top of her. The hand that held your face let go, snaking down your body until they reached between your legs and you felt her fingers press against your clit. Gasping against her lips, you felt the arm around your waist tighten as she continued to kiss you. Your hips picked up their pace, you couldn’t stop yourself from moving in rhythm with Emily’s fingers. The both of you never broke the kiss, but as she continued to play with your clit, the kiss grew more heated. Small gasps fell from your lips as Emily’s fingers continued their motion and with each sound you made against her lips, you felt Emily’s body rock against yours as well.

Suddenly, the hand that was between your legs stopped and pulled back. You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped you at the loss of contact, but Emily was quick to explain herself. With the hand that was once between your legs, she took one of your hands that still rested on her shoulders. “I want you to keep touching me too,” she breathed, her lips still ghosting against yours as she spoke. She didn’t wait for a response before pulling your hand down between both of your bodies. When she let go of your hand you moved the rest of the way, your fingers brushing against her clit, causing her body to shudder against you.

She returned her hand back between your legs too, this time passing your clit to circle your entrance. When you felt her fingers press into you, you moved your head to bury itself in her shoulder and muffle your groan. Her hips bucked up into your body as you felt her fingers begin a slow drag out of you before pushing back in. That’s when you remembered to move your fingers as well, sliding down between her folds to press them into her as well. In your position it was more awkward for you to be able to move them inside her, but as she began to pump her fingers back into you, the movement of that mixed with the gentle rock of her hips helped her to feel good. Your fingers curled inside her as you let her grind herself into your hand. With your head buried into the crook of her neck, you couldn’t stop the soft moans that fell from your lips as you felt two of her fingers move in and out of you. The way her fingers felt inside you, the sounds she was making as her free hand held your body tightly against hers, and the feeling of how wet she was on your own fingers was almost too much to take. You felt drunk with the sensations of Emily Prentiss inside and around your body. You tried to pump your fingers as best you could into her as her body rocked up harder into your own.

Emily’s fingers managed to press on the spot that drove you wild and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling her body tight against yours with your free hand, causing her to let out a hiss. You couldn’t tell if it was a sound of pain, your body freezing for a moment to assess her reaction. Only, Emily didn’t want to give you a moment, picking up the pace and pumping her fingers into you faster, her hips moving in time with her hand, causing her to fuck herself harder with your own. You felt her face bury in your hair, both of you becoming moaning, panting messes as you kept moving in rhythm with each other. You felt Emily tighten around your fingers and she felt the same. She desperately wanted to cum at the same time as you, to see you fall over the edge with her. Pressing the palm of her hand against your clit, she pushed her fingers into you harder and faster and when you let out a low moan, she felt you cum against her fingers and followed soon.

You both stayed there for a moment. Your hand was cramped in the awkward position it had been in between the two of your bodies. It wasn’t like you minded though. The what ifs had finally fled your brain and all your thoughts were filled with how much you loved the woman who was currently holding you close to her chest. Emily’s fingers slipped out of you and yours did the same. Both of her arms went to wrap around your body and when Emily leaned back she brought you with her to lay there on the bed. Your arms went around her waist, careful not to press on any of the bruises she had.

That night she held you tighter than she ever had, not once letting go of you, even in her sleep. You didn’t mind, however. You needed to feel her like this too. To know that she was home safe with you and the nightmare that was the past few days was finally over. With your head buried in her chest, you felt yourself drift to sleep with the rise and fall of Emily’s breathing and the sound of her heartbeat. Signs that she was alive and for the most part well, at least for now.

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[thewickedkat]

i can't help but think that some folks were expecting...less humane more hubristic PCs here. not that the hubris isn't present (because it very much is; all of our characters see events in terms of themselves first and foremost and think of how the world affects them; yes, even Zerxus), but i think some were expecting to see the grandiose, sweeping arrogance emblematic of many wizards in d&d.

instead, they're just folk. granted, they're incredibly powerful, inherently magical and wondrous folk, with the equivalent of bottomless money at their fingertips, but still. just...people. who have no idea of what is coming. and why should they? everyone's focus is narrowed to the realm of their own experience and interpretation: Laerryn is cock-a-hoop with glee at the possibility of...doing whatever she's been faffing about with? Loquatius is focused on branding and networking and keeping his monopoly on news locked down. Patia is neck-deep in wizard guild dramacide. Nydas is busy being a hypercapitalist. Cerrit and Zerxus, to be honest, are the only two of the party who can start to see how pieces of this Rube Goldberg Apocalypse Engine go together--but even then, they don't see what we the audience sees (esp those of us who have been picking up on the lil easter eggs laid out). they don't know that they don't have all the pieces, they don't know what they don't know--and why should they? when a catastrophe is unfolding, we only see all the pieces in the aftermath. and we point and say 'o noes how could they not See' well because when you're so close to it, it looks just like any other day. a day with quirks, sure, but just another day ending in -Y.

and we did not expect the families of our players. sure, there's a shared history amongst them all, but families? loved ones? kids? i remember when people were shocked in C2 when Veth revealed she had a husband and a child. suddenly the stakes are more real. actions will have consequences outside of the party.

all of those children bouncing through Avalir will die. all of them. Brennan knows this and is reminding us every chance he gets. that man does not fuck around. he understands the stakes, what can happen in catastrophes and wars, and he sure as shit groks what a god is to a mortal.

i do not think our PCs understand what a god really is--look at how their society views the Matron of Ravens! as if ascension to godhood, divinity, apotheosis is just something you do before afternoon tea! like it ain't no thang! and their society, like it or not, does influence how they perceive things around them: exhibit A, how Purvan was 'welcomed' and treated. i mean--fuck, i am a dyed-in-the-wool Agnostic to hell and back, but if someone came round and was introduced to be a Champion-with-a-capital-C of a god? i might not believe but i sure as shit wouldn't be rude about it! at least have some fucking manners, rich tit wizards! cos that's just tempting fate!

someone else here on tumblr (forgive me, i read much good cronchy meta last night before sleep and i can't remember who wrote it, apologies) mentioned that disconnect between the gods and the citizenry of Avalir. that (and i'm paraphrasing) the gods are just basically seen as...mortal plus. mortal with spice. and i think that person was bang-on accurate in that assessment: there's anthropomorphising your deities in order to make them seem less Awesome, less terrifying; and then there's making them more like us so that we could tear them from the heavens. to make them killable. both aspects can be dangerous. especially in d&d because the gods have teeth (so to speak), and actively participate in the Prime Material plane. member that whole parable about being welcoming to strangers, in case they're an angel or god in disguise? d&d gods are like that but moreso. and i think the citizens of Avalir do not see that. at all.

as for the Betrayer Gods and the whole 'whom were they betraying?' well. we do know that history is indeed written by the winners--or, in this case, those on the ground who survived and had any context whatsoever for what City life was like--and we also know that villains seldom see themselves as the Bad Guys. they might know that others see them as Bad and Not-Good and Big Big Meany Dookyheads--but themselves? seldom. they have reasons, justifications, through-lines of logic to explain why they are doing what they do (monster-logic but logic nonetheless). it doesn't matter if their contemporaries agree with them, much less mortals. i do not think there's going to be a woobification of the Betrayer Gods (and i wouldn't want one, either; sometimes we just need villains who are villains and we don't always need to soften their jagged edges, thanks), but if we get a supplemental narrative for what their angle is on this whole CalamityFest is? i'm down.

i will probably have more pointless rambles as this miniseries progresses, but so far i am enjoying the ever-loving shit out of it. last night was a roller coaster of me being riveted, flapping around like a wounded duck, and screeching gleefully into cushions so as not to wake my partner. and i can't wait for more.

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[skzhocomments]

Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 4 - Ghost from the past

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 4 - Ghost from the past

chapter word count: ~3k words

~third person POV~

The flight lasts a few hours, but it barely feels like enough time for Emilia. In a timespan of a day, she had to pack her whole life away and hop on a plane, back to the one place she hoped to never see again.

It takes 15 hours to get from her house in Italy to the Stray Kids’ mansion. Barely enough to put her thoughts in order, to stop the trembling in her hands that comes and goes whenever she realises she’s going to meet Chris.

Chris.

She glances out the small round window and focuses on the clouds under her. They are puffy, with a slight shade of pastel pink from the sunrays, and they remind her of cotton candy. The thought makes her smile, only she doesn’t do it on the outside.

Her mind and body feel disconnected, aside from the slight trembling, and she is unable to hear the spoken words between Minho, Iris and Wooyoung. She hears distant laughs sometimes and wonders how Wooyoung managed to get this comfortable with the two in just shy of a day. 

The only thing that brings her to the real world is Ivy’s cries every now and then. She inevitably gets bored, tired and stiff, and starts screaming her lungs out just as she did when she was still a baby.

To everyone else, her cries might be annoying, but to Emilia, they do the exact opposite. They calm her. It gives her something to do; a reason to not think about the mansion, Stray Kids or Chris.

Ivy doesn’t understand much. Sure, she knows they’re going to live somewhere far away, and she notices her mother’s reluctance about this trip, but she’s excited, nonetheless. Uncle and aunt are doing a great job in hyping her up.

~

Stray Kids’ mansion is the same as she remembers. Nothing’s changed at all. The gardens are evergreen, the door looks the same, and the inside of it, too. She doesn’t want to take that first step to actually enter the house, but she doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

The mansion is filled with child’s laughter as Wooyoung picks Ivy up and kisses her cheeks, and Emilia hugs herself. It feels cold.

“Chris is probably in his office, so… let’s go upstairs.” Minho says, carefully watching Emilia. The woman’s expression stays neutral as she nods and follows him, with Wooyoung, Ivy and Iris closely behind her.

It feels like their formation is strategic. Stuck in-between Lee Know and Iris, there is no chance for the three of them to escape. Not like Emilia believed she could escape. She’s already lost the battle as soon as Iris stepped into her flower shop back in Italy.

“I’ll go in first… talk to him a bit, and then I’ll ask you to come in, okay?” Minho asks with his hand on a handle, and as soon as Emilia nods, he knocks two times.

“Come in.” Chris answers quickly, and hearing his voice, Emilia’s blood runs cold. This is really happening. She must really face him after years of running away.

She wonders how much he’s changed in the past years; being here feels familiar and oddly comforting, because, fuck, even his voice is just as she’s remembered.

She couldn’t ever forget it, even if she’s tried desperately many times, because as soon as she stops thinking about him for a while, he’d pop up in one of her dreams and stir her awake, and she’d wake up breathless, breaking out in cold sweat.

The dreams are often happy ones, where they are both happily living in Italy, raising Ivy together, making love and kissing under the sun’s rays; and seldom nightmares, memories where his gun is pointed at her forehead, where his expression is as cold as ice, or simply inventions of her mind, where he mercilessly murders her, stabs her in cold blood or shoots her repeatedly; where he finds her in Italy and gets revenge on her, killing Ivy and Wooyoung in front of her eyes. Those are the worst.

Still, she waits patiently in front of the door, her breathing becoming ragged, while Iris and Wooyoung are carrying out a pointless conversation. Ivy gets impatient and asks what they are doing, but a few moments later, Minho opens the door and asks her to step in.

~

“Hi. Oh, you’re here too.” Minho speaks in a quiet voice, eyeing the two men in the room.

“Welcome back.” Jeongin says briefly, and Minho answers with a nod of his head.

“Back already? Honeymoon’s over a bit earlier, I see.” Chris greets Lee Know as soon as he comes inside, barely raising his eyes from the laptop on his desk.

“There were some unforeseen circumstances.”

“Yeah?” Chris shuts the laptop’s screen down and carefully watches Minho. “What’s up? Something wrong with the trade that we don’t already know about?”

“No… it’s completely unrelated.”

“Mhm.” Chris nods while tapping an index finger against the desk’s dark brown surface. “Then?”

“It’s… something else. Uhm…” He glances again at I.N and is met with an uninterested demeanour. “Iris and I were in this small town in Italy, and… God, I don’t even know how to say this. You know what? I’ll stop beating around the bush.” With that, Lee Know turns around and opens the door.

“Come… all of you.”

Chris stands confused at his desk, not understanding Minho’s eerie behaviour. He exchanges a look with Jeongin, who simply shrugs, and waits. It is unlike Minho to be so careful with his words, so whatever is behind that door – or rather, whoever – must be incredibly important.

Emilia takes a deep breath in and steps through the door, her gaze stuck on Chris, and his wide eyes stuck right back on hers. It is as if time stood still, and the world stopped spinning as the two of them fought a silent battle with their eyes. As if no time at all has passed since they used to make love on the very desk Chris stands up from, hastily running towards Emilia and kneeling down at her feet grabbing her hands in his and kissing them over and over again.

“Emilia… is this really you?” He cries out.

He cries.

For the first time since that night almost 4 years ago, Chris starts crying in front of Minho and Jeongin. Only this time, it is not due to him being utterly powerless, but due to the extreme heavy weight that disappeared from inside his chest at the sight of the love of his life.

“You… but… how?” He stands up again and lets go of her hands, grabbing her face instead and scanning every centimetre of it. Sure enough, every part of her face looks exactly like he remembers. It is her, no doubt.

She averts her gaze and clenches her fists, and her eyes meet Jeongin’s briefly. A sense of shame overwhelms her, and she decides against making sense of the darkness in his eyes. They still hold compassion for her, at least, even if she is uncertain if there is any love left for her in them.

What Minho said was true, they all changed.

“You lied to me.” Chris states accusatory, but surprisingly calmly, in Jeongin’s direction. The fox eyed man doesn’t say anything in response.

Chris is quick to turn his attention back to Emilia, who still stands silent. It feels as if her mouth is glued shut, but she quickly comes to her senses when Chris releases her and looks bewildered at his carbon copy.

Ivy lets out a small giggle in Wooyoung’s arms and Chris instinctively raises a hand to touch her brown curls, when all the rage in Emilia’s heart bursts out.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” She says, almost in a whisper, and smacks his hand away, moving in front of her protectively.

“Mommy, hug!” Ivy says, trying to wiggle out of Wooyoung’s grasp.

“Oh my fucking God…” Chris whispers in return and looks at Emilia again. “What is this? We have a-”

“No. We don’t have shit. She is my daughter, so don’t you dare lay a single dirty hand on her.”

“Emilia… can we talk? Please.” He replies calmly, but it’s hard for him to keep his composure.

Iris notices his body language immediately: Chris looks tense, and he’s been fidgeting since they stepped in the room, and he’s been breathing faster and faster. Still, he seems to be using some of her calming techniques, as he hasn’t lost his cool, nor has he erupted in any fits of anger or distress.

So far, so good.

Emilia ignores Chris’ pleadings and starts walking towards I.N instead, who opens his arms and embraces her tightly.

She still smells the same, a comforting thought to Jeongin.

“I am so sorry. I had to…” She starts as soon as she’s in his arms, but he just squeezes her tighter.

“I’m so happy to see you again.” He replies. “We have a lot of catching up to do. I tried looking for you, but you didn’t want to be found, did you?”

“No… was it you, in that mountain town three years ago?”

“Mhm. One of my men almost found you, but as always, you were one step ahead.”

“Thought my note would’ve made it clear that I don’t want to be found.”

“Did you think I’d just let you be after a mere ‘I’m sorry’, knowing what state you were in when you left?”

“I hoped you would.” She says and moves away from his grasp. Jeongin chuckles briefly. He knew Emilia did this intentionally to avoid Chris’ request, to test the waters and check how much she could get away with.

And now she knows, for Chris doesn’t say anything; he just waits for them to finish their greetings, and then looks at her expectedly.

Emilia walks back to the door and grabs Ivy from Wooyoung, getting out of the room. In the doorframe, she turns to Chris once more and looks him dead in the eyes.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

~

She walks down the corridor directly into her old room, which looks exactly like it did when she left. Not that she spent that much time in it for her to feel any nostalgia. Her days were spent away on the training field, and her nights always ended up with her tangled up in Chan’s sheets.

“Hey, can you bring me her suitcase?” She asks Wooyoung as she places Ivy down the bed. She figures her daughter is tired, so she soothes her a bit until Wooyoung returns with her clothes, and then they change her together.

“How does it feel to be back?” Wooyoung asks quietly as Ivy drifts off to dreamland.

“Weird. Unbelievable. Abnormal.”

“Damn. Not an ounce of happy feelings.”

“Did you enjoy making new friends at least?” Emilia asks mockingly.

“Come on, what was I supposed to do? Follow your example and sulk the whole way here? If I have to live with them from now on, I should at least give them a chance.”

“Well, you don’t have to do anything. You can walk right through that door and no one would give a flying fuck!” Emilia raises her voice a bit, before realising Ivy might wake up, so she breathes in deeply and tries to control her emotions.

“Like hell I’m leaving my daughter behind.”

“Your daughter?”

“Yeah. In case you didn’t know, she’s my daughter as much as she’s yours. I’m daddy.”

“Ew, I don’t want to hear those words come out of your mouth.” Emilia shudders and they both chuckle slightly.

“Anyway, my point is-”

“I know. I’m sorry, you’re right. Ivy loves you, and you’re the only dad she’s ever known. I’m really happy you decided to stick by us.”

Wooyoung looks away and nods briefly.

“I wanna go get some fresh air.”

“No worries, I got her.” Wooyoung replies, looking fondly at Ivy.

~

The gardens are, like everything else, just as she remembers. It’s like time stopped moving in this mansion; the only missing thing being the loud bickering that used to always be present wherever the members decided to hang out.

Emilia didn’t see anyone else in the house, and the gardens seem to be empty as well. She keeps walking around the once familiar paths, breathing in the scent of roses, and heads to the one place in the garden she used to spend so much time in.

On the way, she spots a familiar figure walking around leisurely and whistling. She contemplates saying something, but instead simply watches the man. Jisung looks good, and hasn't aged a day since she’s last seen him.

He turns his head in her direction and all the colour drains from his cheeks. He lets out the loudest shriek, to the point where Emilia has to cover her ears, and runs away as quickly as his feet can handle it.

Tsk, so much so for being in a mafia. Emilia scoffs with a small chuckle and keeps on walking.

The greenhouse is still beautiful from the outside: well-kept, carefully painted in subtle golden hues, with plants all around the glass walls to still give the impression that there is nothing else but greenery inside of it.

After rummaging through her front left pocket for a bit, Emilia finally finds the small key she’s taken care of so carefully. She was never one to be so attached to her belongings, but there are two things she’s desperately clung to these past years: San’s polaroid picture – reminder of a past long gone and out of reach, of a time when she was carelessly smiling alongside her best friend; and this golden key.

It’s always been painful to look at it after she’s left, because not only did it bring her bad memories and pain, but it also brought her happiness to remember all the time spent here with the love of her life and her other best friends.

Now, she twists the golden key into the lock, making a mental note to return it to Hyunjin later, and steps inside the greenhouse.

Some paintings are unveiled, and she takes her time observing them, thinking of what these may be, and of who painted them. She stops in front of a tree and tries to make sense of it, when she gets distracted by the sound of the door opening.

“Nice painting, huh?” Iris asks with a slight smile.

“What, did Chris send you to spy on me? Psychoanalyse me? See if I somehow have it in me to forgive him?” Emilia mocks.

“No, Chris doesn’t know I’m here.” She shrugs.

“So, is this yours, or are there more new members I’m unaware of?” She points to the tree.

“Yeah, that’s mine.”

“It’s the therapy tree.” Emilia chuckles amused. “What a load of crap. Do you really want me to believe you didn’t conveniently draw every single detail to manipulate everyone into trusting you?”

“Sharp.” Iris grins.

“Tsk.”

“So, how does it feel to be back home? Any nostalgia creeping in? Any long-lost feelings after seeing Chris after so much time?”

“Don’t make me laugh. I loved Chris, and our relationship was fun while it lasted, but I placed highly unrealistic expectations on him, and I didn’t know anything about him after all. It was fun while it lasted, but now, there’s nothing left.”

“Are you sure?”

“Aww, man. Wish I had one of those pretty things on my thighs.” Emilia ignores Iris’ question and points to her holster. “Would make everything more interesting if I had a gun pointed at you, don’t you think?”

“Well, that’s gonna have to wait, I’m afraid. I don’t think anyone here trusts you with any weapons.”

“That’s too bad.” Emilia shrugs. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh, most of them are away on missions, except for Han, whom I assume you’ve seen.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with him?” Emilia laughs, briefly remembering the small interaction with Jisung and the way he shrieked.

“He was soooo convinced he’s seen a ghost, poor dude. Ran up to me almost crying and screaming that we have to leave the mansion now!”

“No way!”

“Yeah, and that’s not all! He was convinced there’s either a spirit haunting these grounds, or that he’s going crazy, and he wanted us to schedule a therapy appointment immediately!”

They both burst out laughing.

“Honestly, that’s such a Han thing to do. He hasn’t changed one bit.” Emilia wipes away the small tears formed in the corners of her eyes from laughter.

“Hey, I’m sorry we had to bring you back with us-”

“Yeah, that was really uncool of you.” Emilia scolds.

“-however, you and Ivy are safe here. I hope you’re aware of that.”

“Safe? Safe?! Don’t make me laugh. There’s nowhere safe for us, mafia people. We must always be steps ahead in front of our enemies unless we want to be 6 feet under. We are never safe, Iris. Don’t get confused, and don’t let your guard down.”

“What the fuck-” A perplexed Hyunjin exclaims from the doorframe.

He feels like a breath of fresh air for Emilia, and he’s different. He has red hair now, and it suits him well.

“You came back from the dead, I see.” Hyunjin breaks out into a large smile and starts walking towards Emilia. “Come here.”

He embraces her tight and he’s happy. He’s genuinely happy to see her, and his heart is still beating fast from the initial shock and surprise.

“Hyunjinnie, I needed to come back and return something to you.” Emilia rummages through her pockets again and takes out the key.

As she does so, the small polaroid picture falls out, and Iris is quick to bend down to pick it up and hand it back to her.

“Thanks.” She smiles and places the picture back in her pocket, then hands out her hand and opens her palm to reveal the small golden key to Hyunjin. “I believe I don’t need it anymore.”

Hyunjin shakes his head and covers her hand with his, but instead of grabbing the key, he closes back her palm into a fist.

“That’s yours. Come here whenever you feel like it, Emi. That key will always be yours. Welcome back.”

They both smile at each other while Iris analyses the interaction. Sure, she’s heard many times about how they all came to get along, but seeing it happen right in front of her eyes feels unreal. Emilia truly is loved by everyone in this mansion, one way or another, and even though she claimed she hated everyone, it’s crystal clear that she also loves them with all her heart right back.

~

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[alovelyburn]

Saw some of your Berserk meta and really like it - wondered if you had already written about or had any thoughts about this: Do you think Miura regrets the Eclipse, and Femto? Not giving Griffith power, but the lengths he had to bend the story - basically break it - to undo the drastic abuse he put Griffith through after Guts left the Band of the Hawk? The reason I get this vibe is that we don't actually see a whole lot of Femto after a certain time, but we see a HELL of a lot of Griffith - healed, healthy, powerful Griffith. I always kind of got the vibe that he felt like he had written himself into a corner after Guts left and Griffith crashed and burned - and he needed a way to fix that and get the story back on track. While I'm sure that something like the Eclipse was a key event in his plan... it felt to me like Miura took some steps to walk it back during his lifetime, and shifted NeoGriffith's focus on mostly being that 'angel' and half Moonlight Boy and all... because as Femto is, there's no way for human Guts to really effectively counter him, and that kind of punches a big hole in the story's logic.

Hello hello, thanks much for the compliment! So this is a bit of a yes and no.

Yes - There is reason to believe Miura may have regretted at least some of what went on in the Eclipse, but not for the reason you're suggesting.

Basically, he said that when he looks back at it he found it disturbing and was distressed at his own abnormality. He also said he couldn't do it again.

And Mori had mentioned that the reason the Eclipse went so hard and got so extreme was because he (Mori) had told Miura that only something extreme that truly destroyed Guts's life would really work to make the guy from the Golden Age turn into the guy from the Black Swordsman arc. But after he did it, Miura called Mori a bit upset and it kind of depressed them both.

It's also been noted that despite the sheer length and prominence of the rape scene with Femto, that is actually very rarely referenced in the series afterward - a bit at first, like when Guts has his flashback in Godo's cave, but as time goes on it seems like most of the weight of Casca's trauma is relocated to the mass sexual assault by Apostles - that's what she flashes back to when she remembers the Eclipse almost every time.

So yeah, he may have regretted at least some parts of the Eclipse, although I would argue that the Eclipse conceptually was obviously present since near the beginning - thus the brand, but more importantly, thus the Slug Count's backstory in the BSM arc.

But, do I think it's because Miura had written himself into a corner and was trying to get back on track? Not really.

I mean we have to understand that the whole point of the Golden Age, per Miura, is to give the reader insight into why Guts is so upset at Griffith. In that sense, everything in the Golden Age is leading up to the Eclipse and the birth of Femto, which is all we go into the Golden Age knowing for sure is going to happen. Guts's departure, the torture and the breaking of Griffith, none of that is stuff he spontaneously did and then had to figure a way out of, that's stuff that was done specifically in order to create a situation wherein the Eclipse would be narratively justified.

In other words, it's not that he had to break the story to get out of a situation, it's that he broke the status quo of the story in order to trigger that very situation. Griffith was always intended to become Femto - he even shows up as Femto before he shows up as Griffith.

One of the things Miura mentions in the interview at the back of the Berserk guidebook is that originally Femto was meant to be Guts's enemy in his, well, Femto form but he found that Griffith stood out too much as a character during the Golden Age to let go of, and so he decided to bring his original appearance back. He then noted that the other thing is that if he were acting as Femto he would be back in the Astral Plane. So basically, the reason we see Griffith as he is rather than as Femto is a combination of Miura just liking Griffith's human self/design and wanting to bring it back in some form, and the worldbuilding having evolved in such a way that a full-Godhand isn't normally walking around the world in their purest form.

That said, there isn't that much of a difference between NeoGriffith and Femto. You can make an argument (and I do routinely) that NeoGriffith is a different aspect of Griffith's personality/persona than Femto (Hawk of Light vs Hawk of Darkness) but their powers aren't any different as far as we can tell - Griffith dominates apostles on sight. He can still brainwash people with his Od. He can still casually knock the walls off a mobile palace without moving. He's still impossible to hit with a weapon. Being in his presence alone still puts Schierke in danger of losing her astral form due to his overwhelming strength. A lot of what Griffith does in his NeoGriffith form - the army building, the having people fight beside him instead of just going in and curbstomping the monsters on his own, is just pretense of humanity stuff that seems designed to prevent people from feeling like they're being herded by some overwhelming inhuman force. He acts like he needs help because he wants them to feel needed and helpful not because he actually does need help.

Basically, if Guts can't counter Femto he can't counter Neo-Griffith either, which we see when he completely fails to land a single blow even though Griffith is just standing there naked, looking at him. That only hurts the story logic if the assumption is that Guts is meant to be able to counter Griffith effectively and I would argue that he is not.

Guts is, for all his strength and determination, ultimately a human being trying to fight what amounts to a demon god/archangel. While he can hold his own against apostles (and overpower some of them), Griffith brings Apostles to their knees just by showing up.

He even has Skull Knight/Gaiseric still tilting windmills at Void after 1,000 years to make the point that there's no conceivable way that a human can realistically take down a Godhand. There's no reason this battle should seem anything other than completely impossible.

#ask #anonymous #ariel talks about berserk

[women-are-hot]

Perfect Disaster (Frida Maanum)

Sunmary: frida and y/n having an argument, because frida has signed a contract with arsenal and lied to y/n.

Warnings: fluff, but mostly angst tho.

Note: this is quite an old fic, so hopefully is not that bad :-)

It has been 2 weeks since the worst thing happened in my life.

2 weeks ago, my now ex-girlfriend decided to move away from Sweden and move to England.

We ended up fighting and then she broke up with me.

She didn't want to have someone always to look after when she was in England.

Like what was she expecting. Did she expect that I just was like "Oh, it's totally fine that you move from Sweden to England, no problems".

Cause no, I'm not that fucking dumb.

Since that day, when she moved, I have been absolutely broken and I still am. I don’t know what to do without her.

I remembered that day as it was yesterday...

—

Flashback:

My girlfriend, Frida and I were driving home after a good game where we both scored.

We talked about how good our team was playing the whole ride.

We also decided to order take away, since we thought we deserved it.

When we got home, Frida and I sat down on the couch as we had got our pizza.

I chose a movie and I chose Pretty Women, my favorite.

"You always choose Pretty Woman," Frida said and laughed at me.

"It's a good movie and I know you like it too," I replied.

"Okay okay, you got me" she said and put her arms around me.

After we watched the movie, Frida said she had something to say to me.

"What is it?" I asked, confused, since I could feel she was a bit nervous.

"I have got a new contract," she said.

I smiled when she said that.

"That's good you got a new contract, but why are you nervous? I'm not leaving Linköping" I replied.

Frida then took my hand in hers.

"Y/n, I'm leaving Linköping. I got a contract with Arsenal" she said.

I looked into her eyes, not believing what she said.

"You're moving to England?" I asked dumb, already knowing the answer.

Frida just nodded and caressed my hand.

I took my hand out of hers.

"Baby, don't be mad at me," Frida said and stood up. I then stood up too.

"I have every right to be mad at you. You promised me that you would have a new contract with Linköping and not freaking Arsenal '' I responded, raising my voice a bit.

"Y/n, do not raise your voice at me. You don't get to choose everything for me" Frida said as she tried to calm the both of us down.

"I really wished you loved me as much as I love you" I yelled right in her face.

"You don't know what you’re talking about! I love you more than everything" Frida yelled back into my face.

"If you love me that much, why did you lie right up in my fucking face" I shouted.

"Cause every little wrong thing I do is not good enough for you. Everything has to be perfect for you" she screamed.

As she said that I didn't know what I had to say.

"See. Everything has to be just so perfect" Frida said.

It literally felt like she was bullying me. I tried to hold back my tears, but I failed a bit.

"I wish we had never met," I said while looking into Frida's eyes.

She looked hurt. We both were! We never argued like this before.

"Then this is the end," Frida said.

"I guess," I replied.

We just stood there, thinking what the hell just happened.

"Go out of my house. You can come tomorrow and pick your things up. Just never step a foot near me again" I said.

She did what she was told and that was the last time I saw her.

End of flashback:

—

It was the same flashback that came through my head again and again.

I had done literally nothing the last 2 weeks.

Or like, I have cried, not trained at all and just laid down in my bed.

My teammates from Linköping and my national team (Netherlands) had tried to call me and send me many texts.

I ignored them from my club, but answered some from my national team.

My best friend Jackie had called me, but I didn't want to answer it. I didn't want to talk with someone, only text, but Jackie being the best friend, took a plane to Sweden from England and there she stood outside my house.

When I saw her I began to cry again. Jackie put her arms around me and we then sat down on the couch in silence or like only my crying, but you get it.

"It's okay, just relax" Jackie said and helped me calm down.

After crying for 5 minutes, I stopped and lifted my head to look at Jackie.

"Why did you come here? I'm just a mess" I said.

"Don't say that. You're not a mess. You're just heartbroken and it sucks, I know, but you can't just lay in bed for 2 weeks and not answer your teammates texts and calls. They are worried, and so am i" she replied.

"I know, I know, I- i just like why can’t I just be loved?" I responded.

Jackie sighed

"Y/n, I know it's hard when the one you thought was the love of your life lied to you and went out of the country, but that doesn't mean you have to shut everyone else out that actually matters. I love you. Your family, your friends and your fans love you so much. I know it’s not the same as a lover, but you still have so many people that love you, Y/n, Don't ignore them, because Frida did something wrong, okay?!" Jackie said seriously.

I nodded.

"Okay"  I replied.

"Good. Now we’re going to look at all your texts and answer them like an adult. After that we are going out to eat dinner and then in the cinema, cause you need to feel alive again" Jackie said and smiled.

I smiled too for the first time in forever.

Maybe Jackie is right.

Family and friends are always people that love you and it doesn't only have to be a lover.

—

#woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #arsenal women imagine #frida maanum imagines #frida maanum imagine #frida maanum x reader #woso #gxg #frida maanum

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic: She’s a Fire

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x female OC (Heather)

Plot summary: After meeting Heather in Canada, Jeremy hasn’t forgot about her at all. So he decides to visit her in London in the most unexpected place; an open mic.

Word count: 3.5k words.

Warnings: Fluff, language, finally smut!

Author’s note: I decided to do a sequel to “Every Woman” after realising I didn’t do any smut at the end, of course didn’t intend for it to end that way. Unlike the other fic, this will be in Jeremy’s point of view.

Prompts:

“Spread your legs for daddy, okay?”

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter. Don’t push your luck.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again. Fuck that’s hot.”

Fic inspired by: She’s a Fire by Jeremy Renner.

Jeremy’s POV

After sending Heather that message, I carried on filming season 2 of Mayor of Kingstown. She was still on my mind though.

It was late November and filming had just ended. So I headed back home to Tahoe.  People think I forget others after I meet them . That’s not true at all. That’s the same with Heather.

The karaoke bar… her singing.

And that kiss.

I missed those lips. Those soft and delicate lips.

‘That’s it.’ I thought to myself as I stood up from the chair I was sitting in. ‘I’m going to visit her in London. She doesn’t need to know right?’

That’s how I am currently on a plane to London. To go and see her.

I arrived at Heathrow airport, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses; the typical celebrity disguise which doesn’t really work nowadays. I didn’t know where she was staying at all. I thought it was too early in the relationship for that.

Was it a relationship though? I don’t know, to be honest. My mama thought so. Yes. I told my mama about Heather.

It was about 7-8pm once I got into the city center and I had no accommodation like at all. I was planning to stay at Heather’s once I found her in this big city.

I finally stumbled into a bar which was doing an open mic night. It was a Saturday night, so it was expected for at least one bar in London to host one. It was different to ours in America as they were singing covers, as well as original songs.

As I made my way through the small crowd, with a backpack filled with my stuff, I heard applause as I saw the familiar sight of black curly hair going onto the stage.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Heather?” I would mumble to myself as the very same woman I first saw at that coffee shop in Toronto.

I didn’t hear what she said through the microphone as my thoughts were muffling every word. But then I heard the familiar chords of one of my songs, Main Attraction, being playing on the piano by Heather surprisingly.

Every time I take a ride

I feel alive with nowhere to go

I'm a queen of the road

You're the king of my throne

Riding high day and night

Satisfied wherever we roam

You're the star of the show

You shimmer like gold

Was it just me or did she sound much better than last time? I remember her singing voice like it was yesterday as she was singing a Harry Styles song.

And now it was one of my songs.

This made me want her even more.

A scatter of applause was heard as Heather finished her performance, well you could hear my clapping throughout the small amount of time.

That’s when she saw my face again.

“Jeremy?”

I smile and waved at her from the bar. The crowd was the only thing inbetween me and Heather.

“Hey” is all I could muster to say as I took in her big brown eyes.

And those lips. Those soft, delicate lips.

She walked off stage towards me and all my eyes could see was the outfit she was wearing. She wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck with one of the shoulders cut off. She also wore a glittery purple skirt and matching heels.

“Hey Jeremy. What are you doing here?” She asked me with her hands on her hips.

“I decided to come and surprise you. But I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Well a lot has changed since I last saw you.”

We both went to the bar and I ordered myself a whiskey whilst Heather got a non-alcoholic drink that wouldn’t get her drunk.

“So how have you been darling? You still doing your writing?” I asked her, sitting on the stool nearby.

“Yeah but I decided to go on a different career path.” I saw her smile and blush slightly.

“Wait really? What are you doing as a career then?”

“Well isn’t the open mic nights not obvious enough for you?”

I just chuckled to myself.

“So singing is the way to go for you now?” I sipped my whiskey as I stared at her.

“Well… it’s getting there but it feels like it’s not going anywhere.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t worry. I can help you with that.”

“How can you do that?”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well it will start with a duet and then you will meet my friend Eric, who can easily set you up with recording an album.” I explained.

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course! I’m not going to waste a good singing voice like yours.”

She blushed as I smiled at her. She had a good voice and I knew that.

“So, do you have anywhere to stay? Or…” She asked me.

“Umm… no. I didn’t really think of that, to be honest. I was thinking of booking a hotel whilst I was here –”

All I saw was Heather shaking her head.

“No. Most of the hotels and B&Bs are quite full on the weekends. I don’t want you to fuss about it. You can stay at mine.” She suggested.

“Are you sure about that? I don’t want to be a bother –”

“Of course. Consider it as my own gratitude for helping me out.” She chuckled softly.

“Okay then…” I chuckled back.

Heather’s place was quite small, just like most London apartments, just outside of the city center. It was quaint and rustic with most of the walls showing natural bricks, instead of covering it up with drywall.

As she closed the door behind her, she out her pink woolly coat on the hanger in the hallway. I also put my coat next to hers naturally. She took her phone out of her coat pocket and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

“I’ll take the sofa, you can take the bed. You are my guest after all.” Heather said, as if it was a force of habit whenever she had anyone around. 

I watched her take a blanket and some spare pillows out of the cupboard where the furnace was. She placed them on the couch and then she sat down, taking off her heels.

All I could do was put my hands in my jean pockets.

“You don’t have to take the couch. We can always share the bed, we are grown adults right?”

Heather raised an eyebrow at my suggestion. What, did I offend her or something, I thought to myself as I stared at her.

“What?” I exclaimed as I gave her a look.

“Are you forgetting that I have a literal crush on you?! I know we kissed, and I’m still shocked about that by the way, but you’re literally my celebrity crush? My hall pass?”

My face went from surprise to a smirk in seconds. The look on her face was confusion as she saw me smirking.

“And?” I just shrugged my shoulders, not bothered by that admission one bit.

“Well… we’re not going to do anything, right?”

“Just sleep. That’s all darling.” I assured her, even though my dick was definitely thinking something else.

“Really? That would say something different.” She pointed down there and I instantly felt red.

“Shit.” I muttered to myself as I cleared his throat.

Heather laughed out loud.

“By the way, that message you sent me before I felt for London back in Toronto… what was that last line, eh? What did that mean?”

“Well, it’s what it says on the tin.” I shrugged my shoulders.

Heather just shook her head.

“I could ask you the same thing actually.” I cleared my throat, remembering the exact words she said to me.

“Oh yeah?”

“What did you mean by ‘reality is even better than my dreams’?” I smirked at her.

“And I said, ‘it’s nothing you need to know about’. So there’s nothing for you to know.” She smirked back at me, ever so slightly blushing red.

All I did was sigh, not even bothering to hide the tent in my pants. I watched her make her way towards the kitchen, so I followed her. I saw the way she was leaning on the kitchen counter, her back towards me, after taking a can of some sort of soft drink from the fridge.

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, mama.” I burst out as I was checking her ass out. She then turned around to face me, after putting her open can beside her. 

She smiled at me as she raised an eyebrow.

“Alexa, play Bailamos by Enrique Iglesias.” As I heard the AI talk back, I heard the sound of guitars from the song being played. She then swung her hips to the music, putting her arms above her head.

I hadn’t saw her like this. Not even when I first met her. She was quite shy and quiet, but now she was outgoing and more comfortable around me now, despite her clearly stating I was her celebrity crush, which I already knew from first meeting her in Toronto.

My eyes couldn’t stir away from the movement of her hips and her singing voice as she began to sing. It felt like she was singing about me, even though she didn’t write the song.

I just chuckled as I just watched her. I couldn’t really dance with her because of the obvious tent in my pants, but I just watched.

And she was so mesmerizing.

 “I know what you’re doing Heather.” I said to her. “Don’t push your luck.”

“What am I doing exactly? Tell me Jeremy.” She said back.

My hands were around her waist this time as I went over to her. My face were so close to hers. I saw her face go red as a tomato and I was confused why she was so red.

“Umm… I can feel your dick.” She cleared her throat.

I smirked and chuckled, my breath was against her ear, as I leaned my face towards it.

“Are you going to fuck me over the kitchen counter, like you promised?” Heather said innocently.

“You really want that, huh?” I wondered.

“Mh-hm.” She replied, humming and nodding her head.

I smiled at her before kissing the base of her neck. I heard her gasp as I placed soft kisses with my lips. I then heard her moan softly as I placed my right hand on her ass. 

“You make such pretty sounds, mama.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile at the nickname.

“I wouldn't mind if you grabbed me by the neck." I heard her say. I just raised an eyebrow, which she didn’t really see.

“You have a choking kink?” I asked her.

“It’s not really on my list, but I know it’s on yours.”

“What? I don’t think I do.”

“Come on, your Flaunt Magazine photoshoot says otherwise.”

I let go of her and put my hands on my own waist. 

“Okay then. Show me proof mama.”

She went over to her coffee table and picked up her phone. She came back and turned it on. Of course she had me as her lockscreen. I watched her go on a certain app that was on her phone. Not TikTok – even though I knew she was on there and I followed her back – but Tumblr. 

The kinky bitch.

I knew she wasn’t as innocent as she looked. She was a fan of mine. None of my fans are as vanilla as they first turn out to be.

Anyways, I saw the most recent post she liked on her profile, dedicated to me of course, and it was a gifset of myself doing the Flaunt Magazine photoshoot.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” I uttered out.

“Oh really? Then why are you touching your neck in most of these?”

“It’s what models do!”

She gave me a look.

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” I decided to change the subject.

“What?” She bleated out.

“Come on Heather. You write fanfiction about me and my characters all the time. Better yet, you make POVs and edits of the exact same thing on your TikTok!”

“That’s because I wasn’t thinking you were actually going to follow me, or even see them!”

“Were you like, embarrassed about them or something?” I asked her.

“Maybe…”

I then saw the realisation in her eyes and I knew exactly what it was about.

“Hang on… how do you know I write fanfictions? Did you like search them up on Google?” She sputtered out.

“Well when you said you were an author, I had to look up some of your work. And that’s when I realised you were a fanfic writer.”

“So you searched on Tumblr and AO3 for my works? Why?”

I could tell she was embarrassed as she was struggling to speak, stuttering every word.

“Because I was curious. And it was quite good, to be honest. Despite them being about me. Now I know where you learned these kinks and foul language.”

I went over to her again as my hands slowly went around her waist again as I slowly leaned in. I saw her blush.

“I don’t normally swear –”

“Well I like it. Do it.”

All I heard was her laughter as she softly swore.

“Say it again, but louder so I can hear you.”

“...fuck.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again. Fuck that’s hot.”

I grabbed her face softly with both of my hands, like I did in that karaoke bar. My lips collided with hers. Her lips were quite soft and delicate against mine. And I wasn’t intending to let go until I ran out of breath.

I felt her hands grab my waist as I continued to kiss her.

My hands began to travel down her body; one of them resting on the back of her head and the other going underneath her skirt. That was my left hand on her bare legs. She wasn’t wearing any tights or leggings. As my hand moved up her leg, I felt no fabric of any sort as I got to her clit.

“I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you might want to know.” She said, pulling away just to say that.

“I can tell.” 

“I took them off whilst I was taking my boots off.”

“Fuck Heather...”

I groaned as I put one finger in her. Then two.

“Your fingers feel so good…” She moaned.

“Why are you so tight? This your first time?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“You don’t have to be so shy around me, you know?”

“I know.”

"Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking. Don’t worry, your first time will be either as fast or as slow as you want it to be, okay?” I reassured her. “I am quite experienced in this.”

“Mh-hm. I can tell.”

I laughed as she used the line I said earlier.

The tent in my pants was growing bigger and she noticed it.

“Do you need any help with that?” She teased, still moaning as I had my fingers in her. I felt her fingers dig into the edge of my jeans as she noticed me straining, trying not to moan.

“What do you think?”

“Hang on then…”

She then took off her turtleneck shirt, leaving her in a purple bra. Thank God it was one of those ones that attached from the front. And it was strapless.

Fuck me.

“Don’t want my top to get dirty, do we?”

I just shook my head as I removed my fingers from her clit and kept my eyes on her as she kneeled down. I moved backwards a bit so I could lean my hands against the dining table. She moved forward and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to expose me in my boxers. My erection was easier for her to see.

If she was giving me a blowjob and this is her first time, how the hell did she know how to do it?

She then hesitated for a moment. This was kinda a big moment for her. 

I bet the only time she thought about it was when she was reading smut about either me or Clint Barton on AO3 and Tumblr.

And now she was going to see it for real.

She then slowly pulled my boxers down and my dick sprang out. Her eyes widen with shock.

“Oh my… Wow.  It’s… big.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now, this dick isn’t gonna suck itself. I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped it.”

She nodded and got to work, sucking the tip of my dick. I threw my head back and opening my mouth, moaning and groaning at how skilled she was at this.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

She didn’t reply as she swirled her tongue around the tip. That made me shudder.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart. Take it all in.”

And she did.

I put my left hand in her curly hair, grabbing it with all my might. Hopefully she didn’t mind me pulling her hair so tightly. It just felt so good.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t come yet.” I felt her lips let go of me as I saw her get up from her kneeled down position. “I want to sit on you.”

“Okay then… you good with protection?”

She nodded. “Yep. I can’t get pregnant, I had the operation, if that’s alright?”

“Of course. Now spread your legs for daddy, okay?”

I pushed her towards the counter and straddled her from behind. I ripped her skirt off and she didn’t mind that. I pressed my dick against her ass. I then entered her, thrusting deeper and harder.

“You take me so well.” I whispered in her ear as I heard the musical moans coming out of her mouth. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

She moaned louder as I thrusted even more.

“Faster Jeremy…” I heard her say.

“Hmm.. I love it when you moan my name baby.”

I accepted her demand as I went faster. I saw out of the corner of my eye, her bra detaching itself. I knew she didn’t do it herself as her hands were on the counter. I saw the strapless bra fall from her breasts down onto the ground. And that’s when I realised that she was basically naked in front of me.

“I’m gonna take off my shirt now, okay? You can turn around and we can continue this. You can hold onto me or even help me take this off, if you want.”

She nodded. So, I exited her and watched her turn around. She then put her hands on the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it up. I watched her as she was in awe of my amazingly toned body. I had obviously been working out, despite the Hawkeye series being out already.

“You like what you see?” I asked her.

“Mh-hm.” She hummed in acknowledgement. “Of course I do. I’ve always have.” She added.

“You ready for me again sweetheart?”

She nodded, and that’s when I decided to tease her.

“Use your words mama.”

“Yes daddy.”

I chuckled deeply as I entered her again.

“That feels good baby…”

“I’m nearly there Jeremy-”

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

I thrusted some more as I felt myself getting so tight.

“Good girl… Just like that. Okay baby, cum for me.”

And we both released, just like that.

I exited for her one last time and collapsed against the dining table.

“What the fuck, that was amazing.” I exhaled as I stared at Heather.

“Now I’m tired…”

“Don’t sleep on the couch. Sleep with me in your own bed.”

“Okay.”

We both made it to her bed, which was a king-sized bed, big enough for the both of us. We both lied down, looking up towards the ceiling.

Heather then turned towards me.

“When I wake up, you’ll still be here, right?” She said to me.

“Of course I will. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Cause it feels like a dream right now. Or like I’m in a fanfiction right now.”

I turned to face her, smiling slightly as I touched her face. 

“Believe me mama, it’s all real.” @pegasusdragontiger @yavanna80 @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory​ @navybrat817​

#jeremy renner x oc #marvel #avengers #hawkeye #jeremy renner

[abyssalpriest]

A mostly personal diary entry but stems from talking w Lev

nsft + SA mention but the majority of it isnt about that. Under read more for length

I was talking to Lev last night about energy, specifically we were talking about. well. the fact that hes one of like two people including spirits now I can be physically near without wanting to throw up with fear for Trauma Reasons, and we were figuring out how to talk about sexual things without me having a, you know, meltdown because it was a Night. The suggestion came up where i think it was him who asked to speak about it through energy, basically both of us were trying to understand what the hell it is i need when im having A Time...

The exact context of it being sexual things is relevant context to me saying he specifically had this dome of distance between the energy he was speaking through and me, which in itself i think is energy (absence is an energy), but either way he was very specifically projecting "im not touching you and you can see where my energy/words are at all times in case I betray that trust, you will know", which left the conversation as like.. This sort of inverted snowglobe type thing where I was watching day-blue swirling energy above me. I wont go into what was communicated mostly because I was actually outside my body in the astral while he was possessing my body, so its hard to remember I mean, but.

It was really interesting, honestly, the whole discussion i mean including post-talking-through-energy. Mostly for the personal reasons of... Holy shit, Im right when i say "i work with and understand and love energy more than anything else". I felt like I could finally just understand what he was saying, i felt what it must feel like to not be fuckin Autistic because it wasn't just hollow words and expressions that make everything sound and feel like everyone hates me, doesnt want to be around me, etc. I didnt have to ask for clarifications for every damn thing of "do you mean that?" "did i do something wrong?" "are you mad at me?" because the conversation actually Felt like something. I felt like i was hearing something and not just having to react to ordered words. I could feel that we werent just talking but communicating, I could hear him, it was like ive been living in black and white and suddenly i was seeing the whole "colours" thing everyone talks about - not overwhelming, not new, just clear, full, like the very rare times once a year i stop dissociating and its not hyperreal its just Real.

I really struggle a lot with being incarnated because this world is so black and white, like lines on an architect's paper insinuating buildings as opposed to actually being 3D buildings, people are so linear, its... Very disorienting and... Im not going to say borderline-violating because I have to recognise im having a lot of difficulties atm seeing any sort of being near me or looking at or interacting w me as being uhhhhhhhh violating, i know thats just a trauma reaction to actual violation, but its very oppressive, ill say, to constantly have the world being so sticky, still, sedated-body-esque in how slow and unresponsive it is to my natural movement. Its like im either sedated moving through nothingness, or its oppressively unchanging, the presence and physicality and touch of the laws of physics here are just maddening. This plane is fucking weird. I often think though that im the problem, that im just insane ie it must just be part n parcel of being schizotypal, that i need to "get over myself" and just "accept" that im human and im not actually out of place i just want to be, because i keep wanting it to be that easy. I keep thinking its just i want to be somewhere else and therefore i feel alien so i should just learn to love being here and ill feel "normal", or i feel alien and therefore i want to be somewhere else so when i fit in ill "get over it", but no, listening to Leviathan talking to me like that, i didnt feel like i was fulfilling a wish IE making myself Feel like it was natural because i want to be Special, or "becoming" something different, i just felt like I finally was being interacted with. I felt like i used to feel meeting other australians where i was like "holy shit, we are real? im not just 'different' and 'bad at being irish' but 'australian living overseas'?" Its not that i need to interact with things and so i go off trying to find something fun to interact with, its that this plane doesnt speak my language, humans dont speak my language, etc, i DONT get interacted with not because im not trying hard enough to be present, but because im autistic, schizotypal, and those amplify my 'psychic' for lack of a better term abilities which just.... No, im not being a pain in the ass, selfish, purposely putting myself out of place bc i want attention. I actually AM right when i say i understand energy more than reality - for this and many other reasons.

Ive just been extremely lonely this lifetime for a lot of reasons even when spirits are right there speaking to me, the people I understand most, but the thing is im only recently after getting autism in my head as relevant to me after a life of thinking I wasnt on the spectrum... Of course i need to say im not giving up on this world, but understanding its not my fault and that there ARE things that CAN communicate with me really helps me start to understand how to actually find what i need. Im so sick of trying to fit in with this plane, so sick of pretending to be something that I am only because of outer physical appearance I have no control over and isnt an expression of my conscious mind/self, but getting confirmation its biologically in-built into me to be out of place here and not just a Skill Issue actually helps me because now i know how to start getting what i need. Im tenacious, I can live a thousand years in exile here if i know how to work my environment, but i have been at its unforgiving whims for so damn long now thinking I just deserved to be hated (instead of thinking maybe people dont hate me they just cant communicate that with me) and i shouldnt be here (instead of maybe I'm just carrying a lot of my unincarnated selves' connection to their planes) and ill never connect with anyone (instead of understanding i need to be communicated with in a certain way, and since i dont have a drive to have a community or many friends i can absolutely thrive with only getting this communication from a few people and just Playing Human with the rest)

Anyway. it dived into talking briefly about energy itself... Im still not at the stage of being taught yet where I could give actual thoughts with this, but he mentioned before how on the cross ("+") model of reality, Mental on the left, Material on the right, Reality is that middle vertical line... well one part as we see it (so when you look around physically, thats mostly experienced reality we'll say for lack of a term) is on the middle line (vaguely placed since what we see as this "reality" is multiple things) along with the energetic reality...? And he said before that energy is... subjective? Cant remember the details sorry. When I type these things up i get actual quotes and reference actual notes, this isnt official, but the way he was saying it was effectively "nope, energy is entirely subjective" even when i was like "hold on, but when people see things like 'the energy of the moon', i know they have different opinions on what theyre feeling but they still feel that something is there even if they disagree what it is"... Effectively what was brought up in the conversation was that energy is like language, specifically in regards to something I said in the notes on this post here about how humans arent meant to be seen as just flesh, language is used as natural skin or decoration - hence energy being a natural form of communication of the world makes that sentiment make sense... Humans and pretty much all beings use something as a medium between Mental and Physical to communicate whether its body language, writing, etc, or more so really what im saying is that the intermediary between Mental and Material is communication. like. reality frequently is described as language by both Lev and Hermes (and they dont agree on everything and the things they have resonant opinions on are often either spoken about in different terms or symbolism or have different perspectives), and so im like oh energy is another language of existence? but with the 'purpose' so to speak of communicating? Or being the medium of communication? which i guess now that i say that im reaaalllly understanding why i know im not ready to talk about this, that doesnt make sense, all reality is about communicating... but i definitely have another piece of the puzzle that when i put it together ill have an ACTUAL picture

#god im. trying so hard to mention sex is a thing that exists lmfao. for every 1 mention of it theres hours of.... yeah i dont need to #spell out trauma based sex repulsion but anyway hes helping me with it so i am trying to meet him halfway with regards to effort put in #and sometimes i just have to put on big boy pants and write the word to prove the words not going to leap out and bite my throat #ramblings // #diary //

[isthattyra]

A Night at Bonetown

AN: Vince Staples has always been fine, at least to me. I loved his character even though I’ve been rooting for Janine and Gregory. I wanted to write a little sumthing sumthing with the Maurice character.

“Oh y’all are sick” you overheard someone say loudly. Not there being drama on a Wednesday night. You were just trying to put a little something on your stomach after being on a plane for 5 hours.

Why did that voice sound so familiar to you. Turning around in your chair you see your old classmate Maurice seated at a booth with two other people. Maurice was one of your closest friends in high school. He was your best friend and the one that got away. You thought that by asking him to be your prom date, he would have kind of got the hint that you were feeling him. Maybe he thought you were better as friends or maybe he just didn’t get the hint.

Moving away after college had put somewhat of a strain in your friendship. Both of you would slide in each others DM’s every now and then, always to say happy birthday. You hadn’t seen Mo in at least 5 years so this was a pleasant surprise even though he didn’t look too happy. Being such the nosy person you were able to overhear the rest of the heated conversation. Once your heard Mo dismiss his dinner guest, you decided to make your presence known.

“I’ve never seen someone look so grumpy while eating ribs” you joked lightly. Mo looked up trying to figure out who had the audacity to interrupt his meal. Seeing his old friend/crush instantly made him feel a little better. “Well if you heard the childish conversation I just sat through, you wouldn’t be too happy either. And I asked for extra barbecue sauce on the side” “This just isn’t your night is it, first you get dumped in front of your homebody, then the waitress forgets your sauce” “ Your nosy ass never did miss a conversation you weren’t in” Mo said referring back to your high school days. Both of you remembering when you overheard a classmate talking about how he was dating 3 of your classmates at the same time and how you accidentally told those 3 classmates. After that everyone was extra careful talking loudly around you

“ See I try to be nice and try to cheer an old friend up and this is what I get” you said while slowly sliding out of the booth. “You know good and well you want some of my onion rings so you might as well sit back down” Mo said. “Dang when did you become so bossy, ole girl must have really hurt you” you said kinda regretfully watching Mo’s face drop a little.

You could tell Mo was about to say something snarky luckily the waitress came to interrupt before he could get it out. She came carrying two sauce dishes and an extra order of onion rings, and asked if you needed anything else. “Can I get a refill and she’ll have a strawberry milkshake with a glass of water and an order of buffalo wings with ranch and honey mustard” Mo uttered to the waitress, nodding as she looked to you for confirmation. You couldn’t believe he still knew your order.

“So why don’t you give me the back story about your dinner companions while I wait for the food you just ordered” you suggested.

You listened to Maurice talk about how he had met Janine through his homeboy Gregory at a club, how one of their first dates was at this restaurant,how he would bring her lunch for “MoDates”, and how he bought her a Telfar bag for Valentine’s Day.

“You think I should ask for the bag back” Mo asked even though he already knew what you would say. “You know good and well you’re not supposed to ask some to give you the gift you gave them back” you expressed

“Besides if you get it back what are you going to do with it”

“I’ll give it to my momma or I’ll use it” Mo said knowing he wouldn’t ask for the bag back. He knew that if he tried you would be the first one to stop him. He still had the “I love you MoMo” mug you had accidentally gave him that was meant for your grandmother. You had refused to take the gift back once you realized your mistake, no matter how many times he tried to give it back.

“Janine knew she was wrong for breaking up with you in front of your homeboy like that, and Gregory was wrong too for sitting there while she did it”

“That’s what I’m saying. Just sick” Mo exclaimed.

By this time your order had arrived, Mo couldn’t help but think of Janine with her ribs when he saw you eating your Buffalo wings. Maybe that’s what drew him to her, she reminded him of you. He thought of the dinner you two had after your prom night. Usually everyone eats before going to the dance but Mo had suggested you two go out to eat after. He thought you looked so beautiful and didn’t want you to mess up your makeup over the 2 for $20 at Red Lobster. By the time the dance was over, both of you were so worn out you just decided to get some wings and milkshakes and sit at the playground. You were a mess but Mo thought you were the prettiest sight he ever saw. You had sweated out your edges, had whipped cream on your chin and Mo thought it was the perfect time to ask you to be his girl. He would never get to cause it started pouring raining just as he opened his mouth.

Watching you talk with Buffalo sauce and ranch all over your face was the perfect pick me up for Maurice and possibly the second chance he needed to finally ask you out. What had started as a disappointing night had slowly turned into one of the best nights between two old friends. Hopefully it would be the first of many.

#abbott elementary #maurice #abbott elementary fanfic #black reader #black writers #Vince staples fanfic