#have the time. the lyrics go HARD look: 'but I'm in my car and I see the yard. the patch of grass where we buried the dog and the world-

[starry-bi-sky]

Hello Starry! I just had a thought about your Danyal al Ghul AU, and didn't have anyone else to share it with, so here we go:

If in this universe Bruce is Jewish, and Danny knows this(probably from a google search), he may wear a Star of David necklace to have a piece of his father with him at all times, since he knows he will never get to meet him. Or maybe the necklace sits in a box under a floorboard, because he can't stand the constant reminder of the father he'll never get to have. Maybe he observes Sam and her family celebrate Jewish holidays, or he learns how to by himself, but uses the time to mourn, instead of celebrate.

Anyways, hope all is well, and thank you for sharing your writing!

AAHHHH??? YOUR BRAIN??? Thank you!! I love sharing my writing, it soothes my need for attention lol. lmao, even. (Also how did you know i was thinking of my danyal al ghul au today -- i have an unfinished draft that i was thinking of delving into after my work meeting) also aahh!!!!!!!! im so happy that you wanted to share your thoughts with me about it <333

But dude BOTH of these ideas are soo?? GOOD and ANGSTY. I love angsty. Danny would for sure know if Bruce was Jewish, lil guy did an obsessive amount of research on his dad the moment he got his hands on a computer and figured out how they worked. Danny has like, a three inch thick folder almost on his father alone. Anything he could get his hands on, he's got it. That thickness is almost exclusively from his first like, six months in Amity Park. He keeps it in a box in his closet, along with his growing-folder on Damian and his achievements as Damian Wayne. He pages through it when he's feeling like mourning.

First off: him wearing a Star of David necklace to feel connected to Bruce. That is SO sad and I love it so much. He bought it with an allowance he'd been given when he first started living with the Fentons, he keeps it tucked under his shirt so nobody even knows he has it. Sam and Tucker don't until it slips out while he's hanging out with them and when they ask him about it, Danny very reluctantly tells them that his father is Jewish. When he's distracted, nervous, or sad, he fidgets with it. How this looks is that he looks like he's kinda rubbing his chest, like ungrasping and grasping something.

Second Off: him keeping it in a box under the floorboards. That is also so, so good. He's got it in the box along with a few other things that remind him of his father and Damian and his mother. He takes it out when he's feeling particularly lonely and homesick, it's a feeling that never really goes away even after five years of living in Amity Park. It's like a longing for something you'll never see again, but isn't that just how grief works? i can just imagine him sitting against the bed, late at night and back from patrol. He's still in his ghost form, his katana laid on the ground next to him, and his almost bird-like cape pooling down beside him as he cups the necklace in his hand like he's cradling an egg. Maybe he's bleeding from somewhere, and he's telling the necklace about patrol, murmured soft in Arabic.

When he finds out Sam is Jewish he probably, after much consideration, asks if he can observe their holidays -- after all, researching Jewish holidays only does so much. Sam agrees when he explains why, much to her parents chagrin, and he sometimes tags along. But once he gets an understanding of how they go, he starts doing it on his own. Somewhat. He celebrates with Sam for most of it, and then has some time to himself where he celebrates it on his own. So it's a little bit of both.

^^^ which brings me to thinking about my danyal snippet here where Sam is at a Wayne gala and tears into her parents over Danny in front of Bruce. And it's making me think of, with this idea in mind, Sam in a moment of emotional impulsivity, saying "I know that he wears a Star of David because his father is Jewish and he wants to be closer to him, because he loves him so very fucking much." And while saying that, briefly makes direct eye contact with Bruce as a way to tell him "I know you're his fucking dad. Look at the son you have left behind."

If only for the emotional gut punch that can leave Bruce with. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun responding to it, have a fantastic evening/day/night.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #also courtesy of my good friend the-navistar-carol danyal is very 'paul revere' by noah kahan coded. you should def give it a listen if you #have the time. the lyrics go HARD look: 'but I'm in my car and I see the yard. the patch of grass where we buried the dog and the world- #makes sense behind a chainlink fence. if i could leave i would've already left.' AND 'and when they ask me who i am. i'll say i'm not from #around here.' like absolutely go take a listen if you have the time. #if anyone were to see him while he's talking to the necklace they might see him crying once or twice. but that's not possible. #al ghuls do not cry.

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authors note: THANK YOU SOOO much for the love on part one guys I'm so overwhelemed 🥺 hope you guys enjoy this next part <33

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[wandussyfantasy]

Wanna Bet?

Request: From @lesbianpizza They could also go to some kind of public event but each with vibrators that the other controls where they have a competition to see who will break first and beg for sex

Summary: Y/n surprises Wanda with tickets to see the Era's Tour but it comes with a price.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,693

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!wanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, public touching, fantasies, teasing, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“I cannot believe that you got us tickets for the Era's tour!” Wanda jumps on your lap excitedly.

You grin because you're proud of yourself for making her so happy. When the tour was announced, Wanda made a small remark about wanting to go but doubtful that she would be able to. Every time a Taylor Swift song played in the car and she was singing it as loud as she could, never missing a lyric, you thought about getting her those tickets. Unfortunately, after being in the trenches of the presale and living in the ticket queue from hell, you were unable to get tickets on your own. So, after you and Wanda started to explore your relationship more, you decided to go to the one person you tried to avoid for this. Your dad.

He isn't a bad guy, he just doesn't want it to get in your head that everything in life will be handed to you. So, everything you ask for from him comes at his price. Which makes you not want to ask things from him. Luckily, when you asked for the tickets, he handed them over with no conditions at all. He told you that you work hard everyday and that he sees it and appreciates it.

“I’m happy I can take you,” you say as you lean in for a kiss. But Wanda abruptly moves away from you and jumps off of the bed.

“Oh my goodness, I have to figure out what to wear! It's too late to make a costume!”

“A costume? What?” you ask yourself quietly as Wanda continues to pace your room frantically while rambling.

“Damnit, there's no time for friendship bracelets! Well, maybe I can do a couple. Oh! I can get Y/n to help me,” Wanda talks to herself.

You rise from your bed next, “Why are we making friendship bracelets?”

“Because it's a Swiftie thing! We can't go there without bracelets!!” Wanda says in a panic.

“Woah, I thought this was supposed to be a fun thing,” you say as you lower her arms from the air.

Wanda takes a breath to calm down and smiles at you. “It will be fun, babe. But part of the fun is trading friendship bracelets, going in outfits that represent our eras, and knowing when to shout lyrics that she doesn't include in her performance.” She wraps her arms around your neck as she talks and you place your hands on her hips.

“Okay, I suppose I don't mind helping with the bracelets. Um, what era are we in? So I know what to look for.” You ask, unsure what she even means by an era.

“Lover, of course,” Wanda answers simply and she kisses your lips.

“I know that, but what does that look like?” You laugh as you misunderstand.

Wanda tilts her head to the side as if she's reading your mind. “Lover is the seventh album which is the album that probably represents us best. So you can look up the image of the cover to get a sense of the colors but we'll basically look like a unicorn threw up on us.”

“Perfect, I have a unicorn onesie in my closet I'm pretty sure. Will that work?”

“Oh you poor thing,” Wanda shakes her head. “Forget the movie. Looks like our date is going to be a shopping trip. Grab your wallet and keys, let's go!”

“Alright,” you say as you grab your things and get your shoes on. This is not what you thought giving her tickets would result in. You thought maybe at least a blowjob, not a shopping trip.

The two of you start at the craft store in the mall and grab the necessary items for the bracelets. “Hey, maybe I'll make one with my number and throw it on the stage,” you say jokingly. Hoping to maybe get a rise out of Wanda, but instead she turns to you with wide eyes.

“We’re going to be close to the stage?” She says in shock.

You shake your head, “No, sorry, we're going to be in my family's box at the stadium. We'll be secluded from everyone.”

She shoves your shoulder, “Don't play with me like that!”

“Ow!” you laugh. “So let me get this straight. You're not mad I made a comment about trying to hook up with Taylor, but you're mad I made a joke about getting you close enough to do it?” Wanda nods. “I don't know what hurts more, my shoulder or my heart,” you pout dramatically.

“Oh don't be so dramatic. I trust you and I know you were only joking,” she gives you a kiss on the lips and you feel better. “Besides, I know that given the chance, you'd invite me and honestly, I wouldn't mind.” Your eyes widen a bit at Wanda admitting to you that she wouldn't turn down a threesome with you and her favorite musician. “I think I'm good with this stuff. Did you see any colors you wanted?” You shake your head as you look around and follow her to the checkout counter.

Next, the two of you go clothes shopping. “Are you sure I don't already own something that will fit the theme?” You ask as you drag your feet through the isles.

“I've known you for years, baby, trust me. I know what's in your closet.” She stops at a tie-dye crew neck and looks it over a few times before moving on. At the end of the shopping trip, you have a new outfit for the show that consists of a short button up shirt with multiple pastel colors on it. Plus a new pair of light blue shorts. And sunglasses with a clear frame and rainbow lenses. She didn't make you buy a new pair of shoes because she said you already own an acceptable pair.

“Don’t you need an outfit?” You ask as you near the exit of the mall. Wanda laughs loudly as if you said the funniest thing ever.

“You’re cute, babe. I have an outfit for this, don't worry that pretty little head of yours,” she kisses you on the lips. You're happy to have her lips on yours. She is so addicting.

“I like how you keep calling me 'babe.' I thought you didn't like pet names like that,” you point out.

“I don't, but I know that you do and it's kind of growing on me, babe,” she pulls you for another kiss. “Let's get back to the house so I can thank you properly.” You hum in excitement as you try to pry yourself away from Wanda. Once you do, the two of you rush through the mall until a shop catches your eye. You've been wanting to bring Wanda to the shop for some time now.

“Come on,” you say as you pull her to the small shop full of novelty items. You take her all the way to the back where they have their adult toys.

“What are we doing back here?” She looks around frantically for a moment until her eyes land on the package that reads, Clone a Willy. “Oh, I could definitely use this.”

You make a face as you look at the box, “What’s that?”

“You make a mold out of your dick and I get a vibrator out of it so when we're apart, I can still have you with me,” the thought that she wants a vibrator version of your dick and not some random other type of dildo makes your cock twitch.

“Oh, wow,” you look at the container and read the directions. “Yeah, we can do this. Not today though.”

“Yes!” Wanda smiles as she takes it from your hand. “So, why did you bring me back here? Is this your way of telling me things are getting boring between us?” Her tone suggests that she is only joking but in her eyes you can sense the insecurity.

“No, it's not boring,” you put your hand under her chin and kiss her lips. “I was just thinking about exploring some of this stuff and was curious what you might be interested in. I also wanted to see if you might want to use,” you look around at the selection of vibrators until you find what you came here for, you grab it and hand it to her, “one of these things.” It's a vibrator that she puts inside of herself and you can keep the controller to use on her whenever you want. Wanda looks at it for a moment and her silence worries you. However, all she is thinking about is the endless possibilities. “They have pantie versions also if you don't want that,” you suggest next.

“Oh that sounds interesting,” she puts the package you handed her back on the wall and looks for the underwear set. “Wow, you know me so well,” she says as she finds a set she likes. “As much as I like the idea, I feel like it might be a tad unfair.”

You consider what she might be suggesting and look at the wall to find something that you could use. “I don't see any cock rings,” you reply.

“Why don't you get one of those? They're not that big,” she points to a little pink bullet and you shake your head rapidly.

“Nope, no way, not doing that,” you reject the idea of walking around with something up your ass. Wanda laughs at your reaction. She has played with your ass during sex a few times and you've liked it but when she made the suggestion of pegging you, you just couldn't wrap the idea around your head. You've had sex with a guy before and even then you didn't like the idea of receiving it.

“Okay fine, how about a pair of these?” She extends the box of the underwear and you aren't sure about it.

“I don't know, I feel like it'd give me a wedgie,” you say. Wanda looks in the wall again and spots a vibrator that you can add to any type of underwear and she hands it to you. “This looks like a big period pad,” you scoff.

“It's the best option you've got here. Unless you want to drop the whole thing,” she shrugs.

“Alright, alright, I'll do it,” you agree. “Come on, let's go check out.”

Finally, back at the house, you call out to your parents to see if either of them are home and you're relieved to find a note on the counter claiming that your dad had a business meeting in Europe and your mom had negotiations to make in D.C. You have the house to yourself once again. You drop the shopping bags and pull Wanda into a kiss in the middle of the kitchen.

Wanda wraps her arms around you as she responds just as eager. You put your hands on her hips and lift her onto the kitchen island. “I love you,” you say as you bring your lips down to her neck. Wanda still hasn't reciprocated those words and you haven't pressured her to do so. You're going at her pace. The two of you still haven't told anyone about the nature of your relationship. It was kind of hot having this secret.

You surprise Wanda as you pull her pants down to her knees. “Woah! Are you sure you want to do that right here?” She tries to pull you up but you're fine where you are and once you lick her you kill any further questions or protests she might have. “I thought,” she gasps as you bring her close to a climax, “I was supposed to- Oh god! Be the thanking youuu, that's it! Right there! Oh yeah!” You look up at her as she pulls your head back by your hair and she shakes her head. “Not yet,” she says breathlessly. You nod and rock backwards until your butt touches the floor, the outline of your erection presents itself proudly. Wanda bites her lips at the sight.

“What do you want to do?” You ask as you lick her fluids off of your lips. Wanda grins as she pulls you up and she guides you to your bedroom. Making sure to bring the bag of toys with her.

Later that month you are uncomfortably adjusting the crotch area of your shorts as you stand in the crowd waiting to enter the stadium. “Stop that,” Wanda swats at your hand.

“Well it's not an easy adjustment,” you complain. Wanda sighs and rolls her eyes.

“This was your idea,” she reminds you in a whisper. “Besides, once we get to the box you won't even remember how much you hate it.”

“Or you'll crack first and I'll be able to take it off,” you tease, making Wanda scoff.

“Please, I'm very capable of holding off. I was a virgin for two decades, you however, couldn’t go a month without humping everything in sight once you hit puberty,” she fires back.

You scrunch your nose, “I feel like that first decade and a half shouldn’t count. You were a child and that’s illegal.”

“Fair point, but I still have four or five years less of experience than you,” she clarifies and you shrug because she's not wrong. “Meaning, I can hold out longer than you can.” Before you can respond, the line moves forward and you are having the tickets scanned and are being escorted to the private stadium box.

There are snacks and an assortment of the merchandise that you would’ve otherwise had to stand in line forever waiting for. You certainly didn't do all of this and you're surprised that it's there at all until you notice a card addressed to you. Without allowing Wanda to see it, you read it and your cheeks and neck redden from embarrassment.

The note is from your father stating, “Enjoy your date, I'm happy that you and Wanda are together just… please, keep it in the bedroom. There aren't any cameras in there. Love, Dad.”

“What's that?” Wanda’s voice makes you jump and you rip the note.

“It's nothing, just my dad being you know, my dad. He suspects that this is more than a friendly gesture. Always thinking I have that Stark charm he claims used to have every supermodel and actress in his bed,” you joke as you don't completely lie to her but if she knew the truth, Wanda would be completely mortified. There are more times than you can count on both hands and feet that you've given each other head in a common area of the house. At least it was only ever giving head or hand jobs and some fingering outside of the bedroom.

You hold your breath as you wait to see if she bought the lie. “Oh, well, it was nice of him to arrange all of this. Really, the two of you have outdone yourselves. I really don't deserve all of this.” She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses your lips. “Thank you,” she says before going in for another kiss. You feel yourself start to be affected by her kiss and you have to step away. You couldn't lose this bet.

“How has the willy been working out for you?” You ask as you walk over to the bar to make yourself a drink.

“Mmm I think it might be better than the real thing,” she says teasingly.

You shake your head, “If that were true, you'd have broken up with me already.”

“Well, the willy can't arrange a set up like this, so you still have that going for you,” Wanda starts to head towards you and that's when you activate her vibrator with your phone. “That's not mhm, that's not fair.” You turn off the panties with a smirk. That falls as soon as she activates the vibrating pad that is attached to your boxers.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment as you think of the image that has killed your boners for decades. The image of Jabba the Hutt. Then you open your eyes and continue to serve yourself.

“What the fuck?” Wanda asks as she turns the device off.

You shrug, “I've been playing videogames for years next to you. I have a dick, Wanda. I've had to learn how to kill boners around you for about as long as we've known each other.”

Wanda shakes her head. She narrows her eyes and turns in the intensity on the device. This one is a little more difficult to stop the physical reaction so you turn up the intensity on her panties as well. Wanda almost topples over and turns off your device. “Ok! Ok! I surrender!” You shut off the panties and the both of you are left trying to catch your breaths as you stare at each other from across the room. You can smell her arousal from where you stand and she can see your bulge from her spot.

“What would you like to drink?” You ask as you finish pouring your drink. Wanda asks for just a water and you toss her a bottle. Not wanting to get close to her in your current condition. The opening act hasn't even gone on yet.

The two of you give each other time to cool off and enjoy watching the opening act. You don't tease her as much but she does have her hand on your thigh. She traces shapes and you have to control yourself. Refraining from moving her hand into your pants. Then the main event starts and she moves away from you completely as you watch her change into a person you don't recognize. Taylor Swift comes out onto the stage and it has Wanda screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs.

“IT'S THE LOVER ERA!! STAND UP!!” She shouts as she pulls you up to start dancing with her. “I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR!” You laugh as you opt to stand behind her and wrap your arms around her to sway with her.

You kiss her cheek and to her neck as the song changes. Having her body pressed against yours has it reacting almost instantly and she smirks as she feels your boner poking her ass. “Are you giving up so soon?”

You shake your head. “You're silly. Just because my willy is saying hi to you, doesn't mean you win yet.”

Wanda bursts out laughing. Then she hears the notes to another favorite song and her personality switches again. You laugh as you let her enjoy the moment. You try to step away but she keeps you close to her. She wants to experience the concert in your arms.

At certain songs you know that turn her on because she shared her “ovulation” playlist with you and taught you what that was code for. You would use the vibrating panties on her. She would just moan softly and bite her lips. Then she'd kiss your cheek and thank you.

You couldn't believe how strong she was in this challenge. You were impressed. But you didn't want to lose. If she won, then the two of you would continue to keep this relationship a secret. If you won, you were finally allowed to scream it to the rooftops that you were with her.

By the time the concert was coming to an end, the both of you were close to cumming. Nearly three hours of edging each other, you knew that you'd explode the second you entered her. If you lasted long enough to enter her.

At the “Vigilante Shit” chair routine, both of you lost your minds. “You should learn that dance,” you muttered to her with a tight voice. Wanda nodded, she was too wound up to say anything. She feared the only words that she could articulate in the moment was,“fuck me.”

“Oh fuck it,” you finally said as you pulled you zipper down and moved her panties aside and entered her without much warning. “You win,” you said behind her as you pumped inside of her.

“Finally,” she said as she let out the breath she'd been holding. She gripped the counter in front of her. The two of you eventually moved further back to the suite and shut off the lights to be able to hide just in case something like this happened.

You fucked her roughly. You were typically very gentle with her. But the pent up sexual tension released an animalistic tendency you didn't know you had inside of you. Wanda made no protests as she started to hold onto you. As the confetti ended the concert, you shot rope after rope into Wanda’s warm pussy. Painting her walls white.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned as you head fell against her back. Then you started laughing. Wanda couldn't help but join you.

“What's so funny?” She asked breathlessly.

“People are probably posting videos of being proposed to or all of their innocent experiences and here we are. It's just. It's funny,” you try to explain.

Wanda shrugs, “It's not uncommon to fuck at a concert. How many stories do you hear that someone was conceived at some concert?”

You smirk as you face her, “Do you think we'll be telling that kind of story?” You pull your limp dick out of her and shove it back into your pants. You cover her dripping pussy with her underwear.

Wanda shakes her head and bites her lips as she walks around to grab her things to get ready to leave. “As much as I would love an Era's Tour baby and as much as you'd like to believe you have super sperm, no. I'm pretty sure modern medicine still has you beat.” She pats your chest. “Let's get going. I kind of want you to eat me out. That was a lot of cum, I loved it.”

“Yes ma'am,” you salute her as you grab your things and brace yourself to face the crowded halls once again.

The End.

#wanda fanfic #smut #wanda smut #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[avatar-anna]

hiii, im from brazilll

you can write something like swiftie!yn going to the first show of the eras tour with harry and he is all in love looking at her all emotional and have fun

"If I don't have red lipstick all over me by the end of the night, I'll be very surprised," Harry mused, trailing behind you as you pulled him along.

You turned back to look at him, sparkly red cowboy hat catching the light. "Is that what you want?"

"It's what I expect," he clarified. "You get rather affectionate when you're in a particularly good mood."

"I've never heard you complain about that," you said, letting Harry drape an arm around your shoulders so you could walk together.

"And I never will. Why do you think I work so hard to make you happy?"

Rolling your eyes, you tipped your head back. Your hand found his chin, pulling him down for a kiss. Grinning, you said, "Well, this lipstick claims to be one hundred percent transfer proof, so no lipstick stains tonight."

To your surprise, Harry frowned. "How is anyone supposed to know I'm yours?"

"I'll look for my lipgloss when we get to our seats."

"You better."

Harry knew this was a special night for you, so he tried to let you enjoy it without being all over you. He wanted to let you dance and scream song lyrics at the top of your lungs without him getting in the way. It ended up working out for him, though. His view from behind as he watched you watch your favorite artist was more captivating to him than the concert he was currently attending.

Your white go-go boots with pink hearts on them and matching mini skirt elongated your legs, plush tan skin on display and making Harry's heart skip a beat. He was aware of course that there were people all around, so he tried his best not to stare so openly, but it wasn't easy, especially when you began dancing.

Harry half expected for you to completely ignore him the entire concert. He didn't mind, obviously. Taylor Swift was your favorite artist of all time and you were at the first night of the Eras Tour. Harry was there to enjoy a good concert, but he knew it was so much more for you.

But he was prepared. He had tissues in his pockets for when you cried, makeup wipes for when you returned to the car and eventually wanted to wipe all the glitter off your face, your comfiest pair of slippers waiting in the car, and one of his hoodies for you to slip into on the drive home.

Color him shocked when you held his hand almost the whole show. There were moments where you had too much excitement for your favorite songs, but a lot of the time you were tucked into Harry's side, singing along quietly with your eyes glued to the stage. Harry watched the show too, but he found himself watching you more. It was so cute to see you so lost in the moment, so enamored by music. Harry had seen something similar when he spotted you from onstage at his own shows, but this was different. You loved Harry's music, he knew that, but every track, every lyric, every melody that Taylor Swift had released was everything to you.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit from the music video?" Harry whispered in your ear when "You Belong With Me" came to a close. He was joking, but of course you had a serious answer.

"I'm saving it for another date. Thought I would be more dressed up for the first night." Looking over at him, you grinned before kissing his cheek. "Don't worry. I already have your outfit planned out."

Harry shook his head, exasperated but not at all surprised. "Can't wait."

During "Enchanted," you took Harry by surprise and turned to face him and rested your cheek on his chest. In your boots, you were tall enough to speak quietly in his ear despite all the noise.

"I loved this song when it first came out."

"You did?"

You nodded, one hand finding his and threading your fingers together. "I used to wonder if anyone could really feel that strongly for anyone. So...giddy and enchanted and completely and totally in love. It seemed so out of reach at the time, like an actual fairytale written as a song."

Harry bent his head down so he could look you in the eye. Yours were closed, enjoying the moment, the song being performed onstage. "Did you ever figure it out?"

"I met you." That was all you needed to say, really.

A smile spread across Harry's face as he rested his forehead against yours. His heart beat rapidly in his chest at her small confession. He knew exactly what you meant. Harry wasn't sure if you knew it, if you were even aware of it, but you'd changed his life completely. He'd been in love maybe once or twice before, but it was nothing compared to the feelings he had for you. It was...he supposed you were right, it really was something like magic.

"I love you," he said, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke each word.

You kissed his cheek a couple times before pressing your lips to his. Harry was sure you were trying your best to make good on your promise and leave a mark, and he hoped it worked. The kiss didn't last long, seeing as you were both still aware enough of your surroundings that you knew better than to let things get too heated. But you smiled against his mouth and squeezed his hand appreciatively, happy to share one of the greatest nights of your life with the person you loved most in the world.

"I love you too," you said, then turned around, letting Harry's arm pull you close to his chest and keep you nice and snug there for the next couple songs.

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Hi! Ok so I don't know if I late to your Adele Song Tribute (if I am that's totally alright!) but if you still have space what about something for Tommy or Jonathan with the song Skyfall? Maybe something about reader standing by her man/comforting him when everything seems to be falling part? I think it's one of my favourite songs of hers and not just because I love the James Bond movie of the same name😂 you totally don't have to to though if you don't want too❤️❤️

Hey Addie! Don’t worry you’re never late 🤗 thank you so much for sending in this request! It’s the first one of the ones I got that I started worked with because I particularly LOVE that song and watching the performance to get inspiration is something I really enjoy! ♥️ so I hope you like this 🥰

The lyrics for the song are in italics. As I was debating whether what background story to choose from to develop this story, I had like a moment flashing before my eyes… I definitely enjoyed writing a dark Tommy story for “The way to a man’s heart” but the thought kept coming back to me, how about the opposite? How about someone who actually loves him and wants to help him and his family? So I turned everything upside down and came up with this.

Adele song: Skyfall

Skyfall

Tommy Shelby x reader (smut)

This is the end

Hold your breath and count to ten

Silence.

That’s all that filled the halls.

For this is the end

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

So overdue, I owe them

Swept away, I'm stolen

Y/N took a deep and shaky breath to build some courage and walked towards the love of her life.

Tommy had been staring at the road the police cars took after arresting Polly, Arthur, John and Michael, but they were long gone.

She’d never forget the look in their faces as they were processing what was happening; everything was caos, the people she considered her chosen family yelling, cursing Tommy, trying to find a way out. She felt useless.

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

Esme and Linda were looking at Tommy with such anger, that it made her heart ache for him. Jaws clenched, pointing fingers at him as they were escorted out of the house.

We will stand tall

Face it all together

Let the sky fall

Softly she touched his shoulder to let him know she was close.

“Tom.” She could hardly even her own voice. “Come.”

It took a huge strength from her to snap Tommy out of his trance.

“Frances can you please prepare me a tea for Mr. Shelby? Lavender or Valerian Root… double.”

“Right away Madame.” The maid nodded and rushed towards the kitchen.

“I need to be alone.” Tommy mumbled as he stood in front of the staircase.

“No.” She stated firmly. “I’m -” her voice broke down a bit, “I’m right here for you Tom.”

“Y/N please,” he replied in that warning tone he used when he was about to loose his patience, “I’m not a very good company at the moment.”

Skyfall is where we start

A thousand miles and poles apart

Where worlds collide and days are dark

She could see the pain in his eyes, and it was the hardest thing to endure.

Tommy had stepped up for his family since a very young age, he worked really hard for everyone, put everything single member of the family before him or his needs… it was time to make him a priority.

She couldn’t look another way and pretend he was alright.

Because he wasn’t, but he didn’t know how to ask for help either.

With all the love she held in her heart for this man she kneeled before him, Tommy didn’t lift his head as it was hanging close to his knees, he looked defeated.

“You got this, Tom, love,” gently but with a firm hand, Y/N lifted his chin to make him look at her, “this seems like a very dark time and that everything’s going the wrong way, but you always find a way to make it better, you always find a way out.”

“They hate me, Y/N as if they needed one more reason… there was nothing I could do to stop them from going to fucking jail.”

“I know darling.”

“All of this…” he extended his arms while looking around the room, “money, power, and for what? They’re in a fucking prison cell, the size of a shoebox. Someone else paid the judges and police more than I did.”

Where you go, I go

What you see, I see

“That’s where you’re wrong, my darling… you can use it to get your position back, if they got your family in prison and they want to play dirty? But you can play smarter than your enemies, I know you will get your family out of jail soon.”

That seemed to work on him, his features were softer, his shoulders weren’t so tense.

“What would I do without you? Ey?” His thumb outlined her cheek.

“Drive Frances crazy?” Y/N joked earning a small chuckle from Tommy that felt like the sweetest thing ever. “Now, I know it’s almost impossible, but have some rest, it will help you think better in the morning.”

“Will it work if I say no?” Tommy tried, knowing the answer before he even opened his mouth.

“Absolutely not.” She slapped his arm lightly before extending her arms towards him to ask for help to get up.

Getting rid of his suit jacket she placed it carefully on the chair, then Tommy let her unbutton his vest and shirt, but first she needed to get rid of the holster and gun.

His mind was going down in a spiral with worry, fears, the monsters inside his head, the tunnel closing up while he tried to reach the stairs to get out… but there right next to him was a woman who trusted him, who believed in him, who was trying to be the light in his darkness.

The only one he could trust to disarm him, both physically and emotionally.

Before he knew it, she tucked him in bed now only wearing his shorts, then she took a cigarette and the matches and lighted it for him, knowing so well he needed a smoke.

“I won’t take long, don’t go anywhere.” She requested right before pressing her full lips to his.

There was only one way to make that mind of him go numb.

He needed to think straight to choose his next move, but he wouldn’t be able to do so when he was in that altered state.

So she removed her skirt and blouse, applied some perfume and subtle lipstick and walked out of the bathroom wearing only her intimate pieces of clothing, a silky short in pale pink with a touch of black lace and matching bra.

As she slowly and tentatively walked towards the empty side of the bed, Tommy was under some kind of spell, his eyes devouring her body.

He was in the same position she left him; the sheets around his waist, bare chest and leaning against the headboard.

Still looking vulnerable after the horrible events of the day, but in his eyes she found a small flame starting to grow with each step she took. As it grew Tommy licked his lips in preparation of what was coming, he was aware of the power Y/N held over him once the bedroom door was closed.

His mind was already in blank as she straddled him, her fingers running up and down his chest. Tommy’s hands immediately circled her waist as he looked up with adoration in his eyes.

“Y/N what are you doing?” Tommy asked in a whisper, his body reacting as she rocked her hips slightly, tempting him, barely brushing against his member.

“Taking off my clothes.” Y/N replied in an innocent voice as if it wasn’t obvious.

Tommy groaned in pleasure as her upper body wasn’t covered anymore. He only dared to close his eyes a moment as she took off his glasses very carefully and placed it on his nightstand. He hissed as she took again her previous spot on him, leaning down to finally give him a proper and deep kiss.

As his mouth explored her neck and collarbone, his hands removed her underwear. A moment later, she was helping him out of his shorts. The atmosphere getting heated rapidly… it wasn’t long before Y/N was rocking her hips back and forth, teasing Tommy, just allowing the tip of his cock inside of her body, as Y/N moved an inch down only to move up again almost all the way out. He protested and tried to move her body down again, he needed her warm walls envelope him.

I know I'd never be me

Without the security

Of your loving arms

“Fuck… Y/N.” He moaned and to her it was the most beautiful sound.

But she wasn’t going to give in, just as Tommy tried to grind her against his hard member, she moved up again. The burning feeling between her legs only adding more pleasure.

“Not yet dear.” She enjoyed the half empty feeling of just having his tip inside and decided to change her pace and angle by making circles with her hips.

Tommy was weak when it came to her, there was no use in trying to deny it, but when it involved her naked, he would do anything she wanted him to.

“Please… I can’t hold it.” She noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead, how tense his jaw was, his beautiful blue eyes closed and felt the rhythm of his heart against her palm.

That’s when she finally in a fluid moment took all of him, his eyes snapped open and a low fuck escaped his lips as he could only focus on the fluttering feeling around him. Y/N controlled her movements to prolong her own pleasure. Throwing her head back she gave in the feeling of being connected so intimately to Tommy, hitting the sweet spot inside of her over and over and suddenly watching him with his mouth hanging open, the veins on his neck pulsing, groaning and trying to not come undone before her it was too much.

“Don’t hold back.” Y/N encouraged him as she guided one of his hands to her center, where she needed him, his skilled fingers set her on fire in mere seconds and they both reached the climax together.

***

By the end of the night, Tommy was exhausted, Y/N noticed when the rhythm of his breathing changed and he stopped clearing his sore throat after too many cigarettes. She didn’t dare to move to make sure from her current position; head resting on his chest, his arm around her waist. But at least she achieved her main goal… make him feel tired enough to get some sleep.

She knew he would deal with everything in the morning with a clear head, but for now she only wanted to enjoy the feeling of his lean body relaxed, his deep breaths helping her to relax as well.

Keeping me from harm

Put your hand in my hand

And we'll stand

The following morning when Y/N opened her eyes, she noticed Tommy wasn’t in bed with her but she could hear him moving around the bathroom so picking his undershirt from the floor, she tiptoed towards him finding Tommy tucking his shirt inside his pants.

“Morning Mr. Shelby, slept well?”

“Like a baby, you wore me out.” There was a hint of a smile, before returning to his usual serious expression.

“I’m coming with you to the office.” Y/N announced, but before Tommy could protest, she added; “think you probably need some extra hands these days.”

Tommy swallowed watching her strip down to enter the shower. “Thank you.”

She’d choose to tease him for accepting help so easily, but given the circumstances she decided to pass on and hurry up, without his family around the work and papers would pile up.

“Can you take over Polly’s calendar?” Tommy asked as they rushed towards the door.

“Sure.”

“Ada will help us as well, I need to go out during lunch though, I asked Michael to do something but…” he trailed off and let the words hanging in the air.

As the car left Arrow House, Y/N squeezed his hand in an attempt to give Tommy some reassurance. On their way to the Shelby headquarters, Y/N helped him sign a couple of documents and a letter, as the ride went in silence, she knew he was already making a plan so she decided to give him time and space to do what he did best.

As soon as Tommy crossed the door Lizzie and other secretaries and employees were trying to figure out what would happen now, uncertainty decorating their features. Everyone following his instructions, not asking questions, they were just obeying his orders, he was back to being the boss once more, not showing an ounce of emotion, of course he wouldn’t show the vulnerable side Y/N saw the previous night.

Y/N marched to the kitchen in silence to prepare him some tea.

“This is a mess, how did you handled him last night?” Ada asked leaning against the table.

“As best as he let me.” Y/N sighed. “I think he’ll need something stronger, but Polly keeps the booze locked and I don’t know where her keys are.”

“I need to go through Arthur’s papers later, if I find something, I’ll give it to you.” Ada proposed in a low tone, still shocked.

“I’m planing to pay Polly a visit, she might need a change of clothes and other things, would you come with me?”

“The safe combination wont work, Y/N I need you to open it.” Tommy appeared out of breath, he looked like he had been moving furniture around and it was only past eight o’clock.

“Alright I’ll take that as my cue to go.” Ada left them with her own cup of tea, she had a long day ahead and knew when to stay away from her brother.

Pouring the two cups, Y/N gave Tommy his to try to keep him busy as he was looking over her shoulder, as if with that she would be able to open the safe faster.

“What’s so urgent?” She didn’t understand, Tommy had already paid for protection for his family while they were in jail. That was something.

But the combination she was using didn’t work either and Tommy was growing impatient.

“Hang on, Pol told me something about a picture.” Y/N clicked her fingers and started opening the back of a frame that was sitting on Polly’s desk, hidden behind a photo of Michael, there was a paper with the new combination.

“Why the hell did she choose to hide combination there?” Tommy complained, shaking his head.

“Because no one would think of opening a photo frame?” Y/N chuckled and left him to start organizing the things she would be helping around with.

First she started to make a list of the things that were needed at the office, then she got busy with the car spares of the upcoming shipments which kept her busy most of the morning.

The following weeks happened exactly like that, super busy days by keeping the books in order, registering the accountability made her feel exhausted by the end of the day and her feet were sore when she got involved in dispatching the Scotch whiskey. She could barely realize when it was lunch time and before she knew it, it was already nine o’clock and Tommy took some papers to keep working from home.

Rubbing his eyes, he locked the door to his office and walked through the empty property, all employees were gone home for the day, except for one; the most loyal one, the one who stepped in and didn’t ask what she needed to do, she got completely hands on immediately and didn’t stop until he was ready to go. Y/N had been developing incredible leadership skills, she made everything go right on time, she made sure meetings were efficient and all employees had clear instructions.

Tommy looked around for her since all he could find was silence,so it was a surprise to find her sitting on the floor inside the safe, somehow she also managed to make the count and organize the mess they had inside. After feeling on the edge for days, watching her skirt wrinkled, a lock of hair bothering her vision and making her blow some air in a lousy attempt to move it back made his day go a million times better.

She wasn’t a Shelby yet, - he should change that soon- but somehow she had managed to earn that last name by her endless support and all the hard work she was doing.

“You’re making me start thinking I should have everyone else fired and hire you full time, what the hell are you doing Y/N?” Tommy asked with his arms folded against his chest, the hint of a smile dancing in his lips. He couldn’t hide the amusement in his features.

Face it all together

At Skyfall

“Why do you have a King’s letter here?” Y/N raised her hand with a wrinkled paper, that caught Tommy’s attention right away.

“Where did you find it?” His eyes scanned the words at speed.

“After finishing the count, I started organizing the licenses and papers, this briefcase was at the back.” She explained showing him the other papers. “What’s the matter?”

Then, in a surprising motion, Tommy took her face between his hands and gave her a loud and effusive kiss on the lips.

“This is better than the fucking lottery!”

He announced storming out of the safe, Y/N rushed to close it before following his steps confused.

“You’re a fucking genius.”

“I’m not following.” She frowned while Tommy poured two glasses, this was the first time she saw him smile for weeks, his eyes finally showing life.

“I found that briefcase by accident some time ago, it involves the King in some shit ,” his eyes were shining like the stars outside, “this is my ticket to get my family out and all thanks to you.”

Tommy pulled her by the hips to make her sit on his lap.

“What are you waiting for then? Go on!” She encouraged him, but Tommy had other plans.

“If it wasn’t for you during this difficult time, I wouldn’t be able to do this, you know that right?” His hand came to caress her cheek while she took a moment to savor his sweet words. “This is far from the ideal proposal and I don’t even have a ring right now, but I need you to know that I want you by my side forever.”

“Oh Tommy!” Her eyes got teary, she was so tired and worried for him, thinking he would explode at any moment so this was totally unexpected.

And for the first time in days, they both felt like they did a good job by keeping the business afloat and finally the way to get the family free. After hugging tightly and another round of kisses, Y/N pulled back.

“First things first, we’re going to write a letter to get your family out of jail,” Y/N stated excitedly, “we should do a tea party and invite Mr. Churchill and other VIP guests.”

Tommy chuckled.

“And let me pick up Aunt Pol, she is still angry with you.”

“Fair enough.” He answered leaning back on his chair as Y/N was writing the letter.

After asking a blinder to deliver it personally, Y/N walked back into Tommy’s office finding him with his eyes closed and two fingers massaging his temples.

“Everything will be alright.” She hugged him from behind, taking in how worried he really was, but he had been disguising as strong and tough and intimidating all the time.

“I know,” when Tommy looked into her eyes, she found sadness. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Tommy… I knew you’d find a wait to get them out.”

“This shouldn’t be happening. Not to them.”

“Let’s focus on the future now, hmm?” Y/N kissed his cheek.

That was all he could think of now. And all of the things they’d do together.

He was so grateful for the way she managed everything, kept him grounded and focused, encouraged him to keep going, to not give up, she stood up for him when he needed it the most.

And there was nothing on earth good enough to show her how grateful he really was.

***

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[farity]

Obsession, part 2

Part 1

He'd thought about her all week. During meetings, while driving, even while the Baratheon girl had her mouth around his cock. Now he smiled to himself because as he got ready for the stupid wedding his mother was making them all go to like good little children, he knew she'd be there.

She'd been in the same sorority as the bride, the daughter of his mother's cousin, who was marrying some guy from fucking Pentos of all places.

"I'm not driving."

He looked at his brother in the reflection of the mirror. "I know."

He glared at Aegon, already buzzed, and finished adjusting his tie before heading out to the car. Of course Aegon wouldn't be driving, he would not put his family's safety in his older brother's hands.

"You look very nice, Aem."

"And you look beautiful, Hel," he replied, kissing his sister's cheek. She twirled in her pretty pink dress and he thought for a moment about how close she'd come to dying. He'd added extra security, plainclothes because Helaena didn't like to have the usual guys around her.

The Boltons would pay. His earlier meeting had been with the other houses that supported his family. They had all agreed there needed to be retribution, and were it not for the stupid wedding, he would most likely already be on his way to mete out some punishment.

But for now he had to play nice and look forward to seeing one particular wedding guest.

* * * * *

You could do this.

You could walk into the massive sept and take your seat and watch as your sorority sister married that piece of shit scumbag asshole from the seven hells.

Easy peasy.

Despite your hints that the bridegroom was a nasty piece of crap, Ellie was in love and she was determined to marry him. You just smiled and decided you'd be there for her when she dumped his ass and divorced him.

He wasn't the love of your life or anything, but it still stung when you'd find out he'd been fucking two other girls on the side. Or maybe you were one of the side chicks. Who knew. It just sucked. And after getting tested and burning all the shit he'd kept at your place, you'd moved on.

Until he got Ellie to believe he was a changed man.

People didn't change.

Once an asshole, always an asshole.

You took a program from one of the ushers and took your seat, halfway down the right side of the sept, and opened up Candy Crush on your phone.

"Oh, there she is!"

You saw a blur of pink heading your way and looked up to see Helaena smiling at you.

And her brother was walking alongside her, smirking.

You hugged Helaena back while pretending you did not see Aemond standing three feet behind her.

"Oh my gosh, I've told everyone about how you saved my life!"

Before you could reply, she grabbed both of your hands in hers. "My mom really wants to meet you."

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Aemond smiling and you wanted to kick him. Hard.

"That would be delightful," you said as sincerely as you could, because one simply did not turn down a mafia wife, let alone THE mafia wife.

The septon walked out and much to your relief, everyone started heading to their seats.

"I will see you at the reception," Helaena whispered before heading off.

You nodded, and purposely avoided looking at Aemond as you sat back down. Candy Crush was just too damn interesting for you to pay attention to some mafia son who wasn't used to people saying no to him.

* * * * *

Aemond kept surveying the ballroom, making sure there was no one around who wasn't supposed to be there. But his gaze kept turning to the table across the dance floor, where a certain brunette in a sky blue dress sat chatting with the other guests.

It was time for the newlyweds to have their first dance, and everyone stood as the happy couple took to the floor. The lights dimmed, much to Aemond's irritation, and music faded in. He hadn't heard this song before, and the lyrics were kind of corny, if he was honest, but then he caught sight of her.

She was looking at the groom, her mouth open, her eyes distressed.

Aemond turned to look at the couple dancing, and when he turned to her, she was gone.

He caught a shimmer of movement towards the side door and immediately backed away from the dance floor. He signaled to the head bodyguard to keep an eye on things, and he made his way to the side door.

She was several yards ahead of him, walking fast, her hands on her ears. Aemond realized there were speakers throughout the property, every single one of them pumping out the corny song being played for the first dance, and then she started running.

When she reached the end of the corridor, she looked from one side to the other, and turned left, and he followed. Between his longer legs and the fact that she was wearing heels, he was catching up with her, but when he turned the corner he found her sitting on one of the benches lining the gardens. She was doubled over, her face in her hands, her clutch on the floor.

"Hey."

She looked up, startled.

"What is wrong?"

She looked at him. "Why the hell are you following me?"

"You were with him."

She looked like she was about to cry.

"Was that your song?"

She grabbed her clutch and stood, turning away from him and starting to walk again. There was another speaker high up on the wall, and she groaned. "Is there nowhere I can get away from this fucking song?"

He ran up to her and grabbed her free hand. "My car's right up there."

* * * * *

What the fuck was wrong with people to have the fucking music piped all over the fucking property?

You had to get away, you couldn't listen to this fucking song for another fucking minute.

Looking down at Aemond's hand wrapped around yours, you made your decision. Turning to him, you said, "let's go."

He hadn't been lying, his car was parked away from where the other guests had left their cars, and you figured it was so he could get away quickly if he needed to.

Right now you didn't care, it was bad enough being at this fucking wedding and then the stupid song, it was like it was chasing you, not giving you a second of peace.

You let Aemond open the passenger door, let him walk around and get in, let him drive away, and only then did your breathing start to slow down from the frenzied pace it had been keeping.

"It was your song, wasn't it?" he asked again, "yours and that fuckface's?

You took a deep breath. "Not exactly."

He gave you time to compose yourself, let you gather your thoughts before you started to speak. "He used to write me these stupid poems. They were so cringe, but whatever, you know?"

Aemond looked at you, nodding.

"This was the last one he gave me," you said quietly. "Hey, at least he recycles, right?"

"I am sorry."

"I don't even know why I'm so upset, it's not like he left me for her. He was an asshole."

He said nothing, and you felt like even a bigger fucking idiot. Why were you telling your girl problems to this guy, of all people? Just shut the fuck up and let him drop you off.

"Oh, I should give you my address."

"Sure."

* * * * *

He was already driving that way, but she probably hadn't noticed because she was so upset. She lived in a tiny house that had probably been someone's guest house or in-law unit, and judging from her social media posts, it was just her living there.

He wouldn't feel bad for finding things out. For all he knew, she was part of the whole attempt on Helaena, someone placed there to "save" his sister and become her friend that way.

Except this girl didn't seem to want anything to do with him or Hel. She'd been pleasant enough but he could read people, and after Helaena had spoken to her, she'd scurried off as quickly as she could.

"Are you hungry?" he asked suddenly, "you didn't have dinner."

"Oh shit," she said, pressing a hand to her mouth, "neither did you, I'm sorry."

"Do you want to go somewhere?"

She glanced down at her gown and raised an eyebrow. "Um, no, I'm okay. I have food at home."

It had been ingrained in him since he was a child. He protected the women in the family.

Keep them warm, keep them fed.

"We can do a drive-through."

Her stomach rumbled loudly and he almost laughed. "We're doing a drive-through."

* * * * *

He parked in front of your house after picking up food, and while part of you was appalled at eating a messy burger and fries in your gorgeous rented gown, the smell was just too damn good and you dove in. Because you were not inviting him in.

"Thank you," you said after wiping your mouth. "For the food and the rescue."

And now you owed him. Maybe he'd consider it even with you saving his sister because you really did not want to owe him anything.

"No problem." He took all the wrappers and placed them into the paper bag, placed it in the back. "Do you like your job?"

Here we go. This is where he offers me a job and I'm indebted for fucking life.

"I do, actually."

"You seem much too smart to be doing what you do."

When you glared at him for a) knowing what you did, and b) having a fucking opinion about it, he shrugged.

"It's my job to know who comes into our lives, and I'm very good at my job."

"I am paid very well, and I like the people I work with."

"But you could be doing something so much more interesting."

You took a deep breath, because you'd had this same conversation with your brother, the last time you'd heard from him.

"Look, I get that to you-, I mean, to some people," you amended, not wanting to offend him, "a job like mine, doing peon shit for a random company might seem ridiculous."

"I didn't say that, I just think you could be doing-"

"And maybe it is," you continued, "and you've known me for a grand total of what, forty minutes, and no, I don't spend my life chasing wealth and power like, again, other people, but neither am I walking into coffee shops where men are waiting to shoot at me."

His face was unreadable, but he'd gone very, very still, and you were fucking tired and again, your fucking mouth had to keep going.

"Can your sister date whoever she wants?"

A muscle twitched in his cheek and you knew you'd hit a nerve.

Nodding smugly, you grabbed your clutch and opened your door. "Thanks again for everything. Take care."

You were surprised, because you were shaking so badly, that you managed to get out of the car and thank the fucking gods the key fob worked on the first try so you could get in your house and close the door and be done with everything.

You headed to your bedroom to change your clothes, pulling on one of your old concert shirts and some soft shorts before heading back to the living area.

When the front door opened, you shrieked and jumped back before seeing Aemond at the doorway, his hand on the lock.

"What the hell?"

He stared at you, his face unreadable. "You think you know me," he said softly, "you think you know everything. "

Anger surged in your chest. At his audacity. At the fact that he could so easily get into your home. "You mean like I just knew you were the type of guy who breaks into a woman's home so he can get the last word?" Your hands were fisted at your side and you swore to the new gods and the old if he took another step you were going to rip out his good eye with your own fingers.

He started to take a step toward you, but you pointed at him.

"Get out. I don't care you who are, I don't care who you know. Get. Out."

You turned around, tears beginning to fill your eyes. You went into the bathroom and locked the door, until you heard the front door close.

You waited a few seconds before you went back out. Your heart was beating so hard you thought you were going to pass out.

* * * * *

How the hell had things gone so wrong so quickly?

I'm sorry.

Aemond drove home, angry with himself. He'd wanted to explain, to tell her he wasn't a fucking asshole, and for some gods-awful reason had decided to crack the lock on her door?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

He'd probably terrified her. Which was his usual intent when he broke into people's houses but he hadn't thought it through, had he?

The next morning he was still seething at his own stupidity, and didn't notice Helaena walking in.

"Are you okay?"

He looked up to find her staring at him, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, why?"

"You disappeared from the wedding, for one, and now you look pissed off."

"I'm fine."

Helaena walked over and kissed his cheek, then grabbed her favorite butterfly mug from the cabinet and poured herself some coffee. "I'm going to call her. The girl from the cafe. Ask her to lunch, ya know?"

Aemond closed his eyes, sighing, "Hel, just leave her alone."

"What do you mean leave her alone, lunch is a nice thing, I want to say thank you properly."

"Just don't."

She was silent and when he looked back up from his coffee, she had tears in her eyes.

"I can't see the Snow boy because he's a bastard, I can't have lunch with the girl who saved my life, because what?"

He shook his head. "Hel, it's just not-"

"Not a good idea, yeah, I know, Aemond. Nothing is ever a good idea for me, I'm going to die alone!"

"Oh sheesh, sorry!" Aegon pressed himself against the wall as Helaena stomped away, crying. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

"Nothing."

Aegon walked behind his brother and smacked Aemond's head on his way to getting his own coffee. "Go clean that up and tell me what the fuck is wrong with Helaena. Today, I mean."

Aemond groaned and grabbed paper towels, smacking Aegon's head as he went to clean up the mess his sister had made. "She wants to be friends with the girl from the cafe."

"Is she hot?"

Aemond shot his brother a dirty look.

"Hey, I might want to be her friend, too."

"She wants nothing to do with us, I just don't want Hel to get her feelings hurt." When he looked up, Aegon was watching him with eyes narrowed. He fucking hated how perceptive Aegon was when he wasn't drunk. He gathered all the shards of the mug and threw them in the trash, wiped off the floor and threw the paper towels in the trash, too. He looked back at Aegon, who was smiling at him. "What's wrong with you?"

"You did something." Aegon laughed out loud. "Oh, I fucking love this. The perfect son fucked something up. You did, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

"Yeah, how would you know the girl wants nothing to do with us?" Aegon raised an eyebrow, "unless you talked to her?"

"Of course I talked to her, I needed to know who she was. She might have been planted into playing the 'savior' to get in with Hel."

Aegon sipped his coffee, stood up to add more milk. "Yeah yeah, but something else happened," he kept watching Aemond, who was almost squirming under his brother's scrutiny. "You didn't fuck her, because you hardly ever fuck anyone, let alone someone who might be a plant, so what? Tell me, or I will find her and ask her myself."

For fuck's sake, Aegon would. And he would make everything even worse.

"She was at the wedding. Left suddenly and I followed her, found her crying because she used to date the groom and the fucker used some song or something he'd given her as the first dance yesterday."

"That's a dick move."

"Anyway, I drove her home and might have let on I thought she was wasting her time at that stupid job she has."

"Aemond, what the fuck." Aegon pinched the bridge of his nose.

Aemond shrugged. "She took offense, said people like us didn't get people like her or some shit, and got out and went inside her house."

A huge smile appeared on Aegon's face. "And you couldn't let it go, could you?" When Aemond said nothing, Aegon barked out a laugh. "You're pathologically unable to let anyone else have the last word."

"Fuck off."

"Yeah yeah, sure, so what, you broke into her house?"

"I'm going to break your fucking face if you don't fuck right off."

"Oh I'm going, I got people to call."

* * * * *

On Monday, you arrived at the office and found two bouquets of flowers waiting for you.

"Someone had a great time at that wedding."

You ignored your boss's voice and hauled the vases to your desk, taking out the little cards from each.

The one that came with the pink roses read I meant to explain myself and ended up scaring you. I truly am sorry. A

The one with the rather gynecological-looking orchids read I can tell you anything you want to know about Aemond, I'm his brother and I know everything. Aegon II Targaryen

There was also a phone number on Aegon's card and you laughed to yourself.

"My dear girl, did we have two foxes in that henhouse?"

You ran into your boss's office and closed the door before she could continue speculating loudly enough for the whole floor to hear.

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1108: Facts and observations

•Day 0

1108 started on the 8th of November of 2015.

Jimin uploaded a video of him and Jungkook to twitter:

On the 26th of January 2016, Jk uploaded a small snippet of a song he was covering.

•Day 100

And on the 15th of February of 2016, Jk uploaded the entire song Nothing Like Us and noted to listen to the lyrics as they were expressing what he wanted to say:

In Korean culture, parents celebrate 100 days after a child is born. This is to indicate that the child made it through the first vulnerable phase in their life. In the same manner, the 100 days are celebrated by Korean couples.

And this is what Jk had to say 100 days after the 8th of November of 2015:

There's nothing like us There's nothing like you and me Together through the storm There's nothing like us There's nothing like you and me together, oh

•Day 366 (1 year)

On 08/11/2016, a year later, Jimin posted another video of them:

•Day 732 (2 years)

On Oct. 28, 2017, Jungkook treated Jimin to a trip to Tokyo. It was because of this trip, that Jungkook released gcfTokyo on Nov. 08, 2017.

A fan used the images in the video and was able to determine the hotel and room jikook stayed at. It was room number 1108.

The video also used the song There For You by Troye Sivan:

Boy, I'm holdin' onto something Won't let go of you for nothing I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you There was a time that I was so blue What I got to do to show you? I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Day 811

On the 26th of January 2018, in a Japanese fancafe, Jimin gifted Jungkook a drawing of a set of champagne glasses and a bottle. Note the details of the glasses.

•Day 900

On the 25th of April 2018, a day before the 900 day milestone, Jimin had a vlive where it was obvious he wasn't alone in the room. He kept looking to the side, laughing shyly and explained:

After he said this, you can hear someone whisper, "Jimin."

Day 1000

On August 3rd 2018, Jk posted a selfie while they were all filming BV3:

During BV3, jikook were able to look around the city alone, and have a boat date under the moonlight.

Day 1013

As you all may know 10:13 is also known as Jimin ssi, or Jimin time. It only makes sense that this day would be special to jikook too.

On the 16th of August 2018, Jimin tweeted a series of 3 tweets:

Jungkook was the only member that appeared in the photos with Jimin. It is also interesting to note the 2 butterfly temporary tattoos he had on his hand.

This is the same time when they had the photoshoot with the inflatable unicorn:

The next day, Jimin uploaded a tweet with the caption "Love Ya", and one of the photos was him and Jk.

•Day 1141

On the 22nd of December 2018, when fans uploaded their selfies on fancafe, the fans let Jk know that Jimin had uploaded his own:

This prompted Jk to type "JIMINNNN" and he signed off. He later uploaded a song that he stopped at 1:18:

You take my mind away When you touch me that way This place, your face It gets hard to breathe I know you're feeling me now You're all I see Almost like we're dreaming

•Day 1394

On the 1st of September 2019, Jk made 2 tweets. One in which uploaded a snippet of Decalcamonia, which he also ended on 1:18:

•Day 1500

On the 16th of Dec 2019, Jimin posted a good night tweet:

The time he uploaded this was at 1:50.

•Day 2300

On Feb 22, 2022, Jk uploaded a story on insta where he is in a car, listening to So Good by Joan. The story was labeled 23:08 even though he uploaded it at 1:24 am.

You and me Got a lotta tension, not even to mention Ooh, that night, just two weeks ago It was half past ten Thinking about living, suddenly when you walked it You took my breath away

•Day 2315

On March 10, 2022, during the Permission to Dance Concert, Jimin used the 2315 numbers and stated the following:

2315 days had passed since November 8, 2015.

•Day 2545

On the 26th of October 2022, Jk uploaded a photo of himself while he was in Qatar. He uploaded the photo at 11:08 Korea time and, 5:08 Qatar time.

•Day 2643

On the 2nd of February 2023, Jimin answered a question on weverse at exactly 23:08. The question is now deleted.

•Day 2684

During Jungkook hosted a series of lives on White Day, 14th of March 2022. His first live was started at 8:11 pm:

During these lives, Jk changed to various outfits and had an extensive playlist. One of the songs that was included was There For You.

•Day 2855

On the 1st of September 2023, Jk hosted a short live to thank the fans for being present with him during so many birthdays. He ended his live quickly and it lasted 8:56 minutes:

My impressions

Based on Korean customs, celebrating different day milestones is typical in a Korean couple.

While some may think that jikook started dating on the 8th of November 2015, I think that's when they decided to be intimate with each other.

I feel like a jikook kiss had already happened since the last time Jimin asked Jk for a kiss publicly was in September 2015 for Jk's birthday. From there, one can only think that things proceeded quite quickly.

I think that in recent years, we have observed less mentions of 1108 because of BTS' popularity and so many fans expecting something from jikook.

It's possible that jikook has decided to not make these milestones known like they did before, but every now and then, they still reference that number. Who knows when they will do it again.

But who is counting, right?

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[thesafecafe]

Let It Snow: H.R

A/N: thank you to @jenoslutie for hosting this collab, it was so fun to write for dream! It is a bit rushed because I was pressed for time, but I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Things get interesting when you and Renjun spend the week of Christmas together....

CW: 18+, MDNI, fluff, elopement (for discounts), smut, soft dom! Renjun, face sitting, oral (fem receiving), making out, fingering, soft sex, unprotected sex (don't), cream pie, mirror sex, ass slapping, praise, pet names, mentions of violence, (not pwp but the plot is a little thin), horrible puns at the end, smut under the cut enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't believe that the members of NCT would act like this, nor is this meant to be a representation of their real life actions or personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

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Renjun couldn't be anymore excited. He was finally going to have alone time with you. He hadn't gotten much of a chance to spend with you, since the other members hogged your time. They wouldn't let him near you first, all having the undying urge to tick him off just because they could. But finally, you were going to be with him for a whole week. His patience had paid off.

Having already texted you that he was outside, Renjun stood patiently outside your door. He knew that you might take a few minutes to get outside. He'd come quite early. “Hang on, I'm coming! Let me grab my coat!” He heard your muffled voice through the door. “It's okay princess! Take your time!” Renjun took a cursory glance around your street. There wasn't a car in sight, all pulled into garages thanks to the incoming snow storm that was supposed to hit.

As he turned back around, he heard your door opening. “Sorry it took me so long! I slept in just a little bit!” Renjun silently took you in, as you fidgeted and adjusted yourself along with some last minute luggage. You were dressed in a light blue sweater dress, and white leggings. Your hair was just barely concealed under a white fur hat, and you wore a matching set of gloves. “Oh look! We're matching!”

As Renjun had been looking you over, you'd done the same. He had on a light blue sweater and jeans, with a matching white and blue beanie, and a pair of white mittens. You both wore similar white boots, built for the cold weather. “I guess we are! Are you ready to hit the road?” You nodded, locking your doors and following him down the steps to the car. Your luggage was already inside, having been loaded up the night before.

Renjun opened your door for you, gently helping you step up into the large SUV. He closed your door, before jogging around and climbing in himself. “Let's get going, shall we?” You nodded, and he started the car, heading north. He was taking you for a week long getaway. You'd been hesitant at first; it'd be hard to hide that you were shopping for his gift if you were with him. But he finally convinced you, and with a little help from Chenle, you'd got all your shopping done before the trip.

Now, as Renjun carefully maneuvered his truck onto the highway, you were glad you agreed. You hadn't seen much of him lately, and you missed your friend. Your bond with him was stronger, since you'd gotten to know him before the others. Of course, due to recent events, you'd gotten much closer to the others than you'd ever admit out loud. But now wasn't the time for thinking of that. You were focused on Renjun.

“You can put on the radio if you like. It's a bit of a drive before we can get there.” Renjun nods at you, encouraging you to fiddle with his radio freely. You did, settling on a station playing old Christmas music. You sat back, settling comfortably into the warmth of your seat. The voice of Mariah Carey filled your ears as “All I want for Christmas is You” spilled from the speakers. “Oh, that one's my favorite!”

You looked over at Renjun, watching as he belted out the lyrics, beaming as he sang at the top of his lungs. You giggled when he attempted the high note, his voice cracking once the note got too high. “Aww, don't worry boo, you almost had it.” He laughed with you, happy that you were enjoying yourself. For the next few hours in the car, the mood was light. Filled with the sounds of laughter, singing, and soft conversations.

When Renjun finally pulled off the freeway, the sun was high in the sky. “Okay princess, we're almost there. Did you get my text about the itinerary and everything?” You nodded, recalling the information he'd sent you earlier in the week. “It was a little vague in some parts. What's the WFW part mean?” You tilted your head slightly, puzzled at the odd acronym you'd skimmed over.

Renjun’s ears went red. “Well uh, it means ‘wife for week’ actually. We basically get married for the week and then have an extra day to get it annulled. Plus, we get discounts on things as a married couple; it's an old fashioned place. I was gonna tell you earlier but I was trying to keep Hyuck out of our plans.” You squinted at him, contemplating the situation.

You'd done some crazy things over the past few weeks. You didn't expect something like this from your closest friend, but you also didn't expect to do a lot of things you had recently. “You really are trying to win the bet, aren't you?” You smirked, watching as his face turned red.

“How'd you know about that?” You gave him a pointed look. “So we can't keep secrets in the dorm, sue me.” You laughed, deciding to put him out of his misery. “Okay, I'll do it. I'll marry you. When's an opportunity like this gonna come again?”

Renjun sputtered, almost running a red light as he looked at you. “R-really? You'll do it?” You gripped your seatbelt tightly, hanging on for dear life. “Well, provided you don't accidentally kill us, then I have no problem with it.” He muttered an apology, focusing his eyes back onto the road. You smiled to yourself. This would be an interesting week.

An hour later, you’d arrived at your location: a sprawling, cabin style vacation home that could pass for a mansion. It was surrounded by tall pines that had been dusted with snow earlier in the day. “It's so big! How'd you even get this place?” You twirled around, eyes filled with awe. Renjun set the last of your luggage down by the couch, smiling at you. “Let's just say Chenle lost a bet. And I called it in for this week.”

You nodded, following him deeper into the house. He’d explained that there was a chapel on the grounds, but you hadn't seen any other buildings besides the one you were in. But you trusted him, and let him lead you out of a side door. There, in the fading sunlight, to the left of the house, was a small but pristine looking church building. It wasn't far from the house and there was a light on inside.

“I still can't believe you wanted me to marry you because things are cheaper up here if you're married. Are you not a millionaire?” Renjun huffed, mildly offended. “I will have you know, being rich doesn't mean you have to spend frivolously! And a discount is a discount, now put some pep in your step! Let's get hitched!”

He took you by the shoulders, playfully pushing you towards the chapel. You giggled at his nonsense, allowing him to haul you to the chapel. It only took twenty minutes for the little ceremony to be carried out. There were premade vows, that you repeated before signing the necessary papers. Renjun beamed when you were back inside the cabin. “Well, how does it feel to be married, Mrs. Huang?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don't know, we’ll see. If you don't annoy me too much, I'll consider giving you a five star review.” It was Renjun’s turn to roll his eyes. “What an honor. Haechan is gonna kill you though.”

The week went by fairly quickly. You did typical things: shopping, eating sweets, and taking pictures together. You grabbed some souvenirs to take home for everyone else, making sure to remember the store names and brands that you liked. But then there were the special things.

For instance, there was the train ride that mirrored the experience of The Polar Express. You sipped warm hot chocolate, watching as servers sang and made exaggerated dance moves to prepare the warm beverages. It was something you'd always wanted to see, but never got the chance to. And having a snowman building competition with him that turned into a snowball fight. Or the ice skating rink that you had all to yourselves. Before you knew it, the week flew by, and it was already Christmas Eve.

You were sitting by the window, watching the fireworks that a small village a few miles away were sending off, lighting up the night with beautiful colors. Renjun handed you a mug of hot tea. “Missing the place already huh?” He smiled gently at you, sitting down with his own mug. You looked him over; he looked handsome in his red sweater.

Renjun had been a gentleman to you all week. He was always like that with you, but it seemed amplified. He treated you like a real princess. “Yeah I'll miss it, but not more than I'll miss you looking like you belong in Santa’s workshop. You're such a cute little elf.” He ignored your comment, opting to lay his head on your shoulder and watch the fireworks with you.

“Did you enjoy yourself princess?” You nodded, knowing he could feel it. “I had a wonderful time. I think the sleigh rides were my favorite.” He hummed in agreement. He enjoyed the sleigh rides himself, not used to traveling in such a way but having fun nonetheless. “I'm glad, Y/N, that you agreed to come with me, regardless of the bet. I don't mind losing if I'm here with you. This has been the best week of the year.”

“Aww, I'm glad I came with you too. I'm also pretty glad I married you. You're actually a great husband, who knew?” Renjun sat up, a gleam of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Well, can this great husband get a kiss?” Pulling something from his pocket, he dangled it over your head, while puckering his lips at you. “Mistletoe? Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow, but you oblige anyway, pecking him on the lips.

“Hey, that doesn't count, it was only a small-” You interrupt him, kissing him again, fully this time. Renjun moaned as your tongue found his, and he tilted his head back so you could explore his mouth deeper. The kiss quickly escalated, from soft, gentle exploration to fevered passion. Finally, when the kiss is broken for much needed air, you both sit and observe each other.

Renjun's face is flushed, and his lips shine with the lip gloss you had on. He runs a hand through his hair shakily, exhaling to steady himself. You look equally heated, your heart racing in your chest, and your gloss smeared across your lips. “I think I wanna do that again.”

Renjun's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by that. “Princess, are you sure? Like, don't get me wrong, I do too but-” you kiss his cheek, effectively silencing his anxious questioning. “I'm sure.”

—

“No, stop moving princess, you said you wanted this.” Renjun held your legs open with his as his fingers rubbed at your slit. Your back was pressed to his chest, and your legs dangled on either side of his; his free arm held your waist. Two fingers slowly rubbed at your clit, eliciting pathetic moans and whimpers out of you. He'd already made you cum on his fingers twice.

“Renjun please, it's too much, please” you whimpered as he increased the pressure, but not the speed. He was steady, building you up slowly and letting you fall to the edge the same way. “Shh, princess, it's okay. Go ahead and cum for me. That's what you want right?” You nodded, your breath coming in short bursts as you neared your high.

“Then cum for me princess.” You moaned loudly as you came, your hands clutching the hem of his shirt for stability. Renjun kissed your neck, gently holding you as you came down. “You take my fingers so well love. Look at how pretty you are.” You felt him tilt your chin up, making you look into the mirror across from the bed. You felt shy as you saw how fucked out you looked, but even more so as you observed the glistening skin of your inner thighs.

“My pretty girl. Come here.” Renjun pulled you off of his lap, gently setting you on the bed, before climbing onto it himself. He laid flat on his back, his head resting on a pillow. He motioned for you to come closer. You obeyed, shuffling closer on your knees. “I want you to sit on my face, princess. Let me taste you pretty girl.”

You felt heat rise to your face. You felt yourself throbbing at his words. You hesitated for only a second before carefully straddling his face. Renjun pulled you down immediately, mouth already open and waiting. Your eyes rolled back as his tongue rolled over your clit, sucking and flicking eagerly. One of his fingers gently traced over your entrance, before dipping into you. It wasn't long before you were coming undone again.

Renjun smiled, kissing your clit before helping you off of his face. Getting on his knees, he turns to you. “Face the mirror, ass up.” You let out a breathless laugh as you crawl in front of him. “You're insatiable Mr. Huang.” You yelp, caught off guard by the sudden sting you feel to your ass. Renjun smacks your ass again before raising your hips to meet his. “Only for you princess.”

Before you could respond, you feel him push into you. Your mouth drops open, before you curse. He starts slowly, making sure you are comfortable, before he goes harder. His thrusts are steady, deep and unrelenting. One of his hands reaches down to pull your hair. “Keep your eyes on the mirror baby. Want you to see me fill you up.”

You clench around him at that, making him groan. “Fuck, you like that don't you princess? Want me to really make you mine? Fill you up so everyone knows you're mine?” You moaned, clenching around him again. “Yes, please, make me yours!” You started moving your hips to meet his.

“Fuck Y/N, I'm close- just like that, fuck!” Renjun's hips stilled as he came, seated deep inside of you. You reached your peak at the same time, your walls squeezing around his length, drawing out both of your highs. When you both recovered, Renjun lifted you gently, pressing your back to his chest. He kissed your neck and shoulders, as his hands rubbed your thighs.

“Well, this has been one hell of a Christmas holiday.” You laughed softly as Renjun held you. He laughed with you. “I hope you enjoyed it. My favorite part,” he paused before pulling out of you, allowing his cum to trickle down your legs, “was making it snow.”

“Renjun! Seriously?!” He laughed harder as you swatted him. He didn't mind though. ‘Snow’ would always be his favorite part of Christmas.

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[honeycloudz]

Carpooling with Hanma

Hanma turns to look at you as the speakers are blasting and you're singing at the top of your lungs, eyes closed, hands in the air and hair swishing in the wind. He swore he fell in love with you all over again.

Content Warning: making out, thigh grabbing, marriage mentions, love sick Hanma, he may be a bit ooc but in my delusions hes very in love with me

Spotify Playlist: Hanma's carpool karaoke

Hanma has a headache. A big one and it is YOUR fault. He should've known that it was a mistake when you asked him to go for a “drive around”. At first it was pleasant and he was actually having a good time in the comfortable silence, windows rolled down and warm breeze hitting his face. Quiet peaceful moments like these with you, he cherished due to his violent chaotic life. It was quiet and peaceful till he noticed you resting your chin in your hand, looking out the window, and pouting. “What's wrong doll?” he questioned, looking at you, concerned. He turned back to look at the road ahead when you glanced at him and whined out, “Shuu, I'm so bored!” He scrunched his face in confusion and asked again, “You're the one who wanted to go for a ride, was that an excuse for me to get you something to eat?” He blinked at you smirking, as if he had figured you all out which only served to irritate you more. “NO! Can a girl not hang out with her boyfriend?” you crossed your arms over your chest defensively which made you look even more suspicious. Hanma raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, “yeah sure”. He said snorting. You turned to him and gasped, arms still crossed and staring at him with betrayal in your eyes. Your dramatic reaction only made him laugh more. You tried your best at hiding the smile that was creeping its way to your face, but you just couldn't, you laughed along with him. It was hard not to laugh with the funniest person you know. His laughter died down as did yours when he pulled into an empty parking lot. Hanma put the car into park and swiveled his eyes to admire you. You both stared into each other's eyes till his eyes met your smiling lips. His face crept closer to yours and he gave a peck to your lips, then another, until eventually he just grabbed the back of your neck and brought you into a deep kiss. With his other hand he grabbed your thigh and squeezed. You giggled into the kiss at his neediness and he pulled away lips swollen, hair messy, eyes glossed over and looking at you so love sickeningly sweet. The sight of him staring at you made butterflies burst in your stomach and you looked away blushing. “Stop staring at me Hanma”. “Oh now you're shy? And what happened to ‘Shuu~’” he mocked you, laughing. You turned to him and gave him the dirtiest look you could muster up. He let out a quiet giggle and started up the car once again. “Well, Hanma, I'm gonna blast my music and I don't wanna hear any complaints from you”. At this threat he took one of his hands off the steering wheel and used his fingers to squeeze your cheeks and pucker your lips. “Enjoy your music doll”. He sighed out, taking his hand away. Now he's almost an hour into your playlist, still driving without a destination, head pounding due to the very very loud music and you next to him yelling the lyrics. He takes a deep breath and smiles. He glances at you and the realization dawns upon him that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you someday. He brings his attention back to the road and blushes at the thought of marrying you someday.

a/n: if hanma was real, i think me and him would get along. our personalities are similar in a lot of ways

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[jackharloww]

Blame on me

Summary: This is a few days after Jackman. release day. You finally get the chance to fully listen to the album and have a few comments.

You and Jack were sitting on the sofa that was on the patio, with two wine glasses in your hands and a plate of fruit on the table in front of you. You sat next to him, with his arm around you and your head on his shoulder. Grace had fallen asleep a while ago and you had her monitor in front of you on the table, in case she woke up and needed you. You had been at the hospital with Nathaniel the whole day but got home to take a shower and spend time with your husband.

"I want to talk to you about something," you said gently, scooting away from him, sitting sideways on the sofa so you could look at him better.

"hmm?" he turned around to look at you, giving you his undivided attention.

"I know I already told you how proud of you I am" you started, receiving a soft smile. He put his hand on your leg, gently rubbing it with his thumb. "But I re-listened to the album today, and the rawness and all of the emotions you put into the album was everything" You continued.

You had listened to the album as soon as it dropped but didn't really get to just sit with it yourself and admire his lyrics. Jack had been very secretive about what he had been recording while he was working on the album, just telling you that he was getting things ready for Nathaniel's birth so he could be off from work for a while after. So you were very surprised when he announced a new album, but with everything going on, you didn't find the time to really soak in the lyrics.

That was until today, the doctors allowed you to start driving again so you decided to take a longer way to the hospital and just drive around in your car to fully listen to the album. You had to stop multiple times to soak every lyric in and wipe away the tears in your eyes, he really outdid himself with this one.

"I'm glad you liked it babe" he smiled to you

"liked it?" you exclaimed "I absolutely loved it"

"What song did you like the most?" he asked curiously

"Don't do this to me" You shook your head at him, making him laugh.

"What did you think of Blame on me?" he asked, his voice hesitant.

"It made me so emotional, I can't imagine how you felt writing that" you answered him, feeling yourself get emotional just talking about it. "I loved the way every verse ended the same, and the vulnerability of every verse - just wow. I cried when you said "My baby brother I don't have an excuse" you admitted with a giggle, making Jack get a big smile on his face.

"You want to know what made me write it?" He smiled and looked down at his hands. You reached out for them and held them in yours, making Jack look up at you.

"Tell me" you gave him a gentle smile

"As soon as you got pregnant, and I realized Grace is going to be a big sister, I knew I didn't want them to have the same relationship Clay and I had when we were teens" he admitted, and you could tell this was hard for him to speak on.

"I treated him so badly when we were teens, and It made me think of Grace and Nathaniel. I don't want them to ever feel like Clay and I did," He looked away and stared into the distance, waiting for you to speak up.

You reached for his face and turned his head so he would look at you again, "That's so beautiful" you smiled at him, "And you don't have to be worried about that, We will be with them every step of the way".

"Well after your explanation, It's my favorite song now," you said after a few seconds making Jack chuckle.

"ooh really?" he laughed and came closer to you, he put his arms around your waist before slowly pushing you down on the sofa, his arm holding his body up over yours. He still felt the need to be very careful with your body, even though you told him it was okay, "I'm glad you like it," he mumbled before finally leaning down and kissing you.

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taglist: @harlowcomehome , @harlowsbby , @middlechild404 , @heavyhitterheaux , @nattinatalia , @neon-lights-and-glitter , @hoodharlow , @itsyagirljaz , @mortirolo

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[telomeke]

Get to Know Me Tag :)

I was tagged by @lamonnaie at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 😍 It was such fun to read your responses; now here are mine. 🥰

do you make your bed?

Never ever. I'm pretty messy, and if I don't watch my hoarding tendencies I will morph into the worst pack rat. But I like a bit of clutter around me; I think it helps my creative side since my output (whether at work, or writing on Tumblr) is always tidy and tidied up to a fault, which can stifle creativity (at least that's what I tell myself! 🤣).

what's your favourite number?

Don't have one. However (even though I like to think I'm not superstitious) if I can I'll try to avoid the number 13 and anything with 4 in it...

what is your job?

Not gonna get too specific, but my work involves design, project management and construction.

if you could go back to school, would you?

I was too stressed out at school to want to repeat the experience. But I wouldn't mind a bit of time travel back to advise my younger self not to take things so seriously! 🤣

can you parallel park?

Yes. Not well, but the car will be fully in the lot eventually. 👍

a job you had that would surprise people?

Some minor modeling jobs when I was younger. Hush! I don't like to talk about it. 🤫 You wouldn't think it to look at me now (me 🤝 Ricky Gervais 😂).

do you think aliens are real?

There are too many planets out there for our little blue marble to be the only habitable one, so yes I do think there are aliens out there. I just don't think we've been visited by them yet though! (Aylin doesn't count. 🤩)

can you drive a manual car?

Yes. Mom taught me how to drive in one... until the day I jammed on the accelerator when she said "Step on it" and I almost up-ended us into a ditch. Then I was sent to driving school instead. 🤣

what's your guilty pleasure?

Ooh. It's this bad boy here:

Sadly I've been over-indulging, so chocolate is now banned from the house for the foreseeable future. I'm still lusting after it though. Other guilty pleasures: I do like a good nightcap, so any (gluten grain-free) alcohol makes me light up – cognac, cabernet, sherry, sake, port... (But I don't always know my limits, so this is now banned too.) And a steamin', stonkin', trashy BL every now and then (bonus if there's a nice muscley actor for me to get all googly-eyed over – shoutout Gap Jakarin!). 😁🥰

tattoos?

I like art and have fanboyed over beautiful tattoos before – but I'm put off by the permanence of them, so I have none myself. Don't like the idea of not being able to change them much once they're inked in, because I will always be wanting to change things up if I were to get one. And no, even for looking at I prefer an uninked bod over an inked one. It takes a lot of work to get a body in shape, and I can't understand someone wanting to cover up the results of their hard work at the gym. 🤷‍♂️

favorite color?

A deep, rich blue most of the time. But when the mood hits, I like a bright, bold red too.

favorite type of music?

My tastes are a bit eclectic, leaning lighter and not challenging. Anything with a strong melodic line will get me hooked. Bonus points if the lyrics can come together with the melody to tell a story, and elevate it even more. So – pop mostly, but I also like R&B, soul, light jazz and the odd heartfelt country ballad or foot-stomper (go Queen Bey! 😍). Also like things with a nostalgic bent (I melt at Karen Carpenter, Seals & Croft, and England Dan & John Ford Coley). And then throw in a couple of show tunes in there for good measure! My YouTube playlist is all over the place – Sheila Majid, New Country, Renaissance, Nunew, Miley Cyrus, Streisand, Li'l Nas X, Ayumu Imazu, The Carpenters, Clean Bandit, so many others, all side-by-side.

do you like puzzles?

I love them, especially word and logic puzzles. I'm always shouting over Pat and Vanna. 🤣

any phobias?

Oddly, not the usual suspects, but I'm a bit phobic about birds. They're just creepy up close, even though I find them fascinating and beautiful with a bit of distance. While the bog-standard creepy-crawlies don't bother me one bit – I'm the one always getting called in to whack the roaches and chase away rodents. I dream of getting a cobalt blue tarantula as a pet (but that's not going to happen for various reasons, alas).

favorite childhood sport?

I wasn't that sporty growing up (classic bookworm) but I did enjoy a bit of soccer when I got to play. But I guess my favorite was probably swimming, though I didn't compete.

do you talk to yourself?

All the time. There's a nonstop monologue going on in my head and I've been known to startle people by accidentally voicing that conversation out loud. So I've learnt not to do it around others. 🤣 And no I'm not hearing disembodied voices; it's just me keeping myself company (plus I find it helps me focus my thoughts).

what movies do you adore?

My all-time favorite: Cinema Paradiso; it really pulls unabashedly at the heartstrings, but then again I'm a sentimental fool and love it all the more for that. That's also why I like Love Actually, especially the scene where the repressed Jamie (Colin Firth) travels to Portugal in order to confess his feelings to Aurélia (Lúcia Moniz), having realized he loves her despite the language barrier, and doggedly learnt Portuguese just to make his declaration – and then he finds out that she, lovelorn and bereft, learnt English just in case ("just in cases") he came back. 💖 And my second favorite is from the other end of the spectrum, actually quite a bit before my time as well: Hello Dolly! 😆 Don't judge... A couple of songs in there are really amazing – Love is Only Love and Just Leave Everything to Me especially (which are not in the stage version) are mindblowingly good. The former is almost pithy in its bare-boned purity, all about looking at love without sentimentality while reprising themes heard earlier on in the musical; the latter has the among the cleverest lyrics set to music I've ever heard:

Streisand is in fine fettle portraying a campier, more youthful incarnation of Dolly. Such a shame it was not better received. The costumes are spectacular too.

coffee or tea?

Coffee (or rather the caffeine it contains) is my drug of choice, and I drink buckets of it. But I like a good cuppa when I'm feeling nostalgic and/or sentimental, because tea is what I drank a lot of growing up – at my gran's there would be a perpetually-replenished, giant kettle of dark, bitterish Oolong on the sideboard for whenever you felt like some (which was often), while at home there was always a big pot of tea on the table in the morning, that would then be set to chill in the refrigerator after breakfast. I would always have an ice-cold milk tea with the papers when I got home from school, and it was my favorite daily ritual.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

A paleontologist – like a lot of kids I loved dinosaurs, and I can still rattle off the names of the more well-known ones (including every one in Jurassic Park 👀). But that got pushed aside for more practical considerations later. Still wish I'd explored my second childhood ambition more though, which was to be a writer/journalist. Maybe that's why I like posting so much on Tumblr! 😍

Onward tagging (too many people as usual, but no pressure to play if you don't want to or can't 🥰): @hughungrybear, @relativelydimensional, @neuroticbookworm, @wen-kexing-apologist, @waitmyturtles, @airenyah, @twig-tea, @solitaryandwandering, @recentadultburnout, @lurkingshan, @grapejuicegay,@bengiyo, @urikawa-miyuki, @pickletrip, @suni-san, @kattahj, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @7nessasaryevils, @imminentinertia, @befuddledcinnamonroll, @pandasmagorica, @nihilisticcondensedmilk,@shortpplfedup, @rokklagio, @thegalwhorants, @brazilian-whalien52, @callipigio, @respectthepetty, @corettaroosa, @colourme-feral, @virtualtadpole, @aroceu, @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas, @delesaria-blog, @dribs-and-drabbles, @inventedfangirling, @jiirotu, @visualtaehyun @happypotato48,@akawrites000, @kleopatras-cat, @dc-alves, @toschistation, @lovelyghostv

I've been tagged by others in various tag games over the past few weeks but have been too busy with work to be able to play. 😭 Not gonna post half-assed replies if I can help it, but then I'm always beset by dread thinking people might assume I'm ignoring them for whatever silly reason. But I just haven't had the time until now.

If you've tagged me and I've not responded, please know that I really wanted to but I just kept getting sidetracked by urgent deadlines. (In fact, my drafts folder is full of half-written tag game responses that are too far beyond their use-by date to ever see the light of day. 😮) So to any and all who see this, please accept my apology for not replying to your tags and invites, and if you'd like to play along with this one even if I haven't tagged you directly (and you have the time for it) – please do so! I'd love to read your responses! 😍

#tag game #get to know me tag

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather | 111

Warnings: profanity, age gap , mature themes , overdose , drug use , substance use , death of parent , orphaning , eating disorders, other weird shit

Parings : Jake X fem reader

Jake woke up stretching slightly, finding something restricting his movement ; you.

A smile cracked against his sleepy face when he was reminded of what happened last night and how the two of you had fallen asleep together.

You were still hugging Jake tight with your cheek squished against the pillow right infront of his face , his eyes danced over your face and at the way your lips pursed out slightly.

He sucked his own lips in , fighting the urge to just lean in, barely an inch and press his lips against yours. Your lips look so inviting and irresistible and all Jake could do was stare at them , imaging what they would feel like against his lips , or on his neck or around his coc-

no.

He immediately got out of your hold as fast as lighting and sat off the bed , looking down between his legs to find himself semi hard. Morning wood.

He looked back at you still sound asleep. He cursed himself under his breath and headed out your room quickly and silently , softly shutting the door behind him .

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You woke up later , hurrying out of the house to work. You were almost half an hour late .

"slow down! Have breakfast" Jake yelled as you hopped your shoes on.

"I'm so late I can't" you shake your head.

"Don't go then" Jake says and you stare at him "haha" you say sarcastically.

"no I'm serious. Let's go out today. It's Saturday" Jake speaks , walking up from behind the kitchen island . Jake didn't have to go to the studio on weekends so he was free.

"but- my boss will yell-" you sigh .

"he's gonna yell anyway since you're late. Might as well enjoy it" Jake says .

"point" you sigh and look at floor , trying to think .

"you work too hard. Give yourself a break. It's my treat" he pressed.

"this isn't because you pity me because of yesterday right?" You squint at him with a smile and he bursts out laughing.

"it might be" he joked , his smile wide as ever .

"C'mon, where'd you wanna go?" He asks , pulling his phone out of his pocket .

"oh! Let's go shopping! Let's go to the mall. You always complain about your clothes" Jake says , looking through his phone at something in excitement.

"I do not!" You defend and he laughs again.

"oh- or we could go for a movie. Or we could just go for a drive" Jake rambles . And you stand there wondering why he so desperately wanted to take you out.

"or! We could just do all of that!" Jake looks at you with his eyes wide and bright in excitement.

"what- no-!" You immediately disagree.

"why not?!" He asks , still excited.

"don't worry about the money y|n. It's my treat!" He says.

"no but I can't-" you hesitate.

"oh c'mon, please?" Jake tilts his head with a put on pout and you couldn't help but shy away and smile widely, Looking down at your feet before looking back up at him .

"fine-" you barely say as Jake lets out a Yelp of victory , making you laugh again .

"imma go get dressed. Have some breakfast and we'll go" he says as he walks off .

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The two of y'all went on a long ride of just judging people and listening to music in the car , screaming out the lyrics while vibing hard in your seats .

Until the two of you got hungry and decided to stop at the mall . Y'all wandered around for almost an hour deciding where to eat. You were laughing the entire time with him like the both of you were high on something or something.

Y'all finally decided to have some Chinese, snickering at how Jake struggled to eat with chopsticks, the two of you almost choking on your food at the constant laughing, you were almost in tears.

"oh my god, I think I I'm dying" you tiredly say , you face red from laughing and so was Jake.

You looked at him and he looked at you too before the both of you started laughing again for no reason, practically wheezing as y'all left the restaurant.

"oh my god! There's a spa!" Jake gasp .

"no!" You choke out between your laugh as you tried to stop him from going in , but he dragged you in with him .

"we should get facials! And mendicures!" He gasped . And you burst out laughing so hard you almost caught the attention of of the whole store.

"it's a manicure!" You wheeze , tears pooling in your eyes as you stomach ached.

"and a pedicure is for your toes" you explain and he looked at you with a shocked squint , making you laugh harder.

"let's get both then" he says, laughing with you .

"mendicures!" You exclaim .

"mendicures!" Jake repeats as the two of you wheeze , trying to be as quiet as you possibly can .

People wouldve definitely thought y'all were high . And y'all were . High on eachother that is .

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"my face feels like a fucking baby's ass!" Jake laughs as he touches his face while exiting the spa place with you.

"it does!" You laugh in suprise , touching his cheek .

"oh! You have a baby's ass face too" Jake touched cheek before pinching it making you yelp and pinch his cheek back .

"OW! I DIDN'T DO IT THAT HARD!" Jake slapped his hand over his cheek in pain .

"you did too! I just wasn't so dramatic about it" you say , lifting your chin slightly to tease him .

"I'm not dramatic! It's not my fault you've got bloody caveman hands!" He teased back and you gasp as he laughs at your reaction.

You remembered the last time you were at the mall with Jake and your dad's friends and Jake had carried you around everywhere on his shoulders as you pulled on his hair making him walk around in pain , and you kept giggling at him . You were about 5 or 6 years old that time .

"y|n?" A voice called from behind you , distracting you from Jake .

"Ethan!" Your eyes widen in faux suprise as you turn around, not expecting your ex to be here , walking over to you .

"hi!" He says as he flexes his arms with his hands in his pockets , looking behind you at Jake.

"didn't expect to see you here. How have you been?" Ethan asks. And Jake notices you were suddenly uncomfortable.

"I'm- I've been good how are you?" You ask back even though you wanted this conversation to end as fast as possible. It took you ages to get over Ethan after he broke you after your dad died . He was being an asshole while you needed him.

"who's this?" Ethan asks , looking at Jake .

"oh this- this is my- Jake- he's my guardian parent thing" you muttered.

"godfather" Jake corrected , moving next to you .

"ohh I thought he was your boyfriend or something. Yaknow how you told me you liked older guys?" Ethan explained with a light laugh, clearly looking up and down Jake from head to toe , judging him .

"no" you laugh lightly panicky, looking at Jake who seemed unamused and somewhat irritated.

"you look pretty" Ethan said , tilting his head , making you cringe out of your skin.

"thanks. I just got a facial done" you throw your thumb over your shoulder at the spa behind you.

"we should hang out sometime" Ethan says.

"uh-" You look at Jake and he seemed to be looking away at other stores in the mall . Pretending to be uninterested in your conversation with Ethan , but you could see his jaw clenched tight from his side profile.

"uh- ok- sure" you force out a smile as you watch Ethan finally walk away while waving at you. What a nice day completely ruined, you thought. .

"alright let's go to the arcade" jake says , his voice too flat for something so exciting. But you smile widely anyway and follow him to the escalator to go to the arcade .

Jake seemed down but tried to pretend to push it off while playing games with you like a child. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but you couldn't bring it up .

"so who was that guy?" Jake finally asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

"Ethan? My ex" you answer and Jake immediately snapped you an "are you okay" look.

"I needed him after dad died. And he wasn't there for me" you explained.

"prick" Jake cursed at him before giving you a look of sympathy and rubbing your back.

"focus! We're losing the game!" You yell as you gestured to the dinosaur jungle setup in front of you.

Jake immediately got back to shooting the dinosaurs . And you ended up losing as you yelled at him playfully because he was playing badly.

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"wow we wasted the whole day" you say as you drive out of the mall parking to find the sky being pitch black .

"it wasn't wasted" Jake seconds. "I had fun" he says , taking a turn onto the road.

"I did too" you smile .

"just like old times" he says as he pats your knee , except he keeps it there .

"just like old times" you repeat with a nostalgic smile , paying not much attention to Jake's hand on your knee until his thumb gently caressed your knee before pulling away .

His touch was so inviting. You wished he kept his hand there always . And everytime he moved his hand to say something you wished he would put it on your knee again but it kept going back to the steering.

Obviously he wasn't going to have his hand on your thigh the ride home . You weren't his girlfriend. Wait- what about his girlfriend? Would she mind? I mean- obviously not .

"is Carrie coming over today ?" You ask , and you notice panic set in Jake's eyes.

"what's the time?" He asks , looking at the phone you held in your hand . You pressed the power button to see 7:36pm as the time .

"shit" Jake mutters under his breaths as he drives faster .

"w-whats wrong? Did you forget she was coming over or something?" You laugh , but he didn't laugh .

You watched as he sped down the road . In no time you reach home but he didn't turn to park and you look at him confused.

"go home I gotta be somewhere" he says and you nod and get out the car as he quickly drove off . How shit.

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Jake came back earlier than you expected. You heard him breathe out a heavy sigh as he took his shoes off by the door .

You were watching tv , sitting horizontally with your feet up on the couch . You turned your head and looked over the backrest to watch as he came in .

"hey I'm back" he say with a slight smile , noticing you watching tv.

"what's wrong? What happened?" You ask as he walked to the couch and lifted your legs up to make place for him to sit down at the other end of the couch , letting your legs rest on his lap .

"Carrie broke up with me" he said nonchalantly.

"what!? Because you were late for one date?!" You yell. But he didn't really seem to be bothered.

"nah. It wasn't just that" he says softly , his hand massaging your feet barely with his eyes fixed on the tv , trying to catch on the show you were watching.

"I'm sorry- this is my fault- I should've gone to work-" your voice cracks when you realise you were the whole reason he was late .

"what? no! Y|n. Don't be stupid" he glares at you and you look away shaking your head, you couldn't help the corners of your mouth dropping down.

"Jesus- it wasn't your fault!" Jake speaks , noticing the look on your face like you were close to tears as he moves his hand up your leg , trying to reach out for you to look at him .

"honestly I don't even care I didn't even like her" Jake confesses.

"promise?" You ask as you turn at him . You knew the guilt would eat you up.

"sweetie I swear" Jake said , looking right in your eyes .

"okay" you mutter to yourself before looking back at the tv .

"why were you dating her if you didn't like her then?" You ask .

"can you let it go? It wasn't your fault and I'm not heartbroken or anything okay?" Jake speaks calmly.

"I promise" he says again , his warm hand rubbed your leg in reassurance before giving it a slight tap .

"okay" you breath deeply, deciding to believe him.

"I'm going to pour myself a drink. You want one?" He asks as he slowly stands , giving you time you lift your legs off his lap.

"no. But can you get me that tub of ice cream you got me? It's in the freezer" you ask with pleading eyes .

"ofcourse" the corners of his lips lift as he pets your head while walking behind the couch to the kitchen.

You hear glass clattering on the cold slab and the fridge door opened a couple times as you wait anxiously for your ice-cream.

According to you , eating during your period wasn't going make you put on any weight . It was dumb and you knew it . But you just liked to tell yourself that .

Your stomach had been starting to ache, the cramps getting worse , you knew you were going to have a hell of a night. So why not treat yourself?

"thank you" you smile as he hands you the tub of icecream with a spoon . You move your legs for him to sit down on the couch next to you with his drink in his hand . But he stretched your legs back on his lap and places his free hand over them .

You and Jake had gotten pretty into the show until your cramps began to make you sweat . You couldn't sit still anymore.

You whine as you sit up in discomfort, pulling your legs away from Jake's lap, trying to find a position on the couch to soothe the pain .

"you okay?" He asks as he watched you grab a pillow and cover your lap while folding your legs , leaning against the backrest.

"cramps" you answer , eyes fixed on the tv.

"c'mere" Jake gesture for you to sit in his lap . Which you gladly did . Crawling up to him as he turned you to sit horizontally on his lap with your legs stretched out on the couch, and your head resting on his shoulder , the both of you letting out comfortable sighs as y'all made yourselves comfortable.

Jake switched his drink to his other hand , resting it on your thigh . while he began to massage into your lower back with his now free hand , making you hiss in relief .

"better?" He asks and you nod against his shoulder, your eyes stuck to the tv in front of both of y'all. But all you could think of Jake. His scent and his strong hands kneading into your sore flesh , his warm breath tickling your face , his chest raising as he breathed.

How you wanted to just turn to him and nuzzle your face into his neck and take in a deep breath of him before kissing his neck and leaving new marks on him to cover Carrie's almost faded ones .

You groan and wriggle on his lap as another cramp hits you.

"my poor girl" Jane coos , his words making your mind to blank. His voice deep and manly. HIS. POOR. GIRL?? Oh god he was going to be the death of you.

You wondered if he could hear your heart thumping out of your chest. Good thing the room was dark and only lit up by the light of the tv , or he would've been able to see how red you were .

Despite how distracting pJake was being, the two of you were actually catching onto the show.

"you want me to get you anyone one?" You ask , pointing at his glass in his hand that had been empty for quite some time . Probably because he didn't want to make you get up.

"no it's alright I'll get it" Jake says as you stand off him , he was getting up with you but you don't let him.

"I got it" you say as you grab his glass and walk off to the kitchen. You knew exactly how Jake liked his drinks.

"thanks doll" Jake takes the glass back from you as you make yourself comfortable on his lap again. Was it normal? To feel so comfortable with him?

You guessed being away from him for a while and talking about stuff really broke the barrier of awkwardness y'all had before. Y'all were never awkward before your dad died though. Jake was always your favourite.

Whenever your dad and his friends hung out to do anything, you'd be on Jake's lap . Ever since you were little. It's weird how age and time changes so much , only to bring to back to the same.

About two hours went by and you had started to drop of again. You knew Jake's thighs were probably cramping and you could easy get up and go to bed . But you didn't want to . You wanted it to last forever.

Jake didn't really seem to be bothered with you dropping off on his lap . He was busy enjoying the show with his drink , his hand firmly holding your legs with his other arms around your body as you lay on his shoulder.

Jake only realised you'd fallen asleep when he laughed at something at the tv and looked at you to see if you caught the joke too. But you were fast asleep already.

"okay let's get you to bed then" Jake smiled , knowing this was the second time in a row that you'd fallen asleep on him .

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Song to listen to while reading. Lyrics will be included in the fic

Grab your tissues this is going to be a sad one x

This is good land or at least it was It takes a strong hand and a sound mind

I stood on the porch watching Quinn pack his things into the car, Jack stood next to me holding me as I cried, "Y/n/n it's going to be okay I'll see you whenever I'm playing here and you come to visit me in Vancouver" Quinn whispered to me I hugged him tight until it was time to let go and watched as he walked to the car with mom 

I ran inside to my room watching the car drive away leaving a sad gloomy atmosphere in my heart I cried as I saw the car reach the end of the street. As I walked downstairs I saw Quinns' room empty with a bed and a dresser still left behind 

I felt arms wrap around me it was Jack and Luke hugging me tight, I was happy I had them but deep down I was scared. 

I was scared of what was going to happing when they leave when they were going to leave their baby sister that night I cuddled into Jack and Luke crying,

This is good land or at least it was It takes a strong hand and a sound mind

It makes me smile to know when things get hard, ooh

You'll be far, ooh, you'll be far from here 

and soon it came a time when history repeats itself and I was standing on the porch in Luke's arms watching Jack pack up his stuff, why'd they have to move away leaving me crying, Luke ran his fingers through my hair "Bye y/n/n" Jack hugged me tight as I cried again 

off he went to New Jersey where he was going to forget about me as Quinn did, Quinn promised he was going to call and visit me and in the first month he did but those visits and calls became fewer and fewer.

I looked into jacks room only seeing a bed and some photos on the wall, Luke was there to pick up the pieces of my broken self

but I knew it wasn't long until he left

So pack up your car, put a hand on your heart Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost

I was right. soon it was Luke's time to leave he was off to college but it was only a matter of time until the NHL took another one of my brothers and forget about me like the others did 

I cried hard that night alone with my thoughts, I lay in bed clutching my blanket tight

and like the others he barely visited. Summer was different they didn't bother hanging out with me they were too busy with their friends. 

The birds'll still sing, your folks'll still fight The boards'll still creak, the leaves will still die We ain't angry at you, love We'll be waiting for you, love

It was just Mom, Dad and I left in the empty house, photos on the wall memories of when they were still here, when they still loved me 

for months I waited for a text from anyone of them but when I didn't I gave up, Mom and Dad were there to pick up the pieces 

You told me you would make a difference Well, I got drunk and shut you down

 I changed, going to parties and getting drunk trying to get them out of my head, they didn't care about me, they left and forgot about me, too busy with their friends and hockey

So pack up your car, put a hand on your heart Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost

I was off to college, in another state, Boston University was where I was destined to go,

I watch my mom and dad cry as I packed up the car "I love you" I cried to my parents but I was ready to leave the nest "We love you too baby" They hugged me tight, "You're the greatest thing we've lost" I heard them whisper

I waved to them as I drove off ready to see where the world was going to take me 

We ain't angry at you, love We'll be waiting for you, love

And we'll all be here forever

I was finally happy I told myself as I drove

You're gonna go far You're gonna go far You're gonna go far You're gonna go far Yes, you are

If you wanna go far Then you gotta go far

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We Can't Be Friends Song Reaction

Inspired by Ariana Grande's song: "We Can't Be Friends (Wait For Your Love)

hyung line version. Maknae Line Version

Warning: This is angsty and sad af, slight cursing, mentions alcohol, Minghao's has an Ice Spice lyric reference, hate comments, Mingyu's is a bit suggestive so respectfully: Minors fuck off and don't interact LMFAO. tbh this is more angsty and emotional than the hyung line and I'm only partially sorry.

A/N: using a song lyric as a prompt for each of the members. Decided to break this up from Hyung Line (Seungcheol - Jihoon) to Maknae Line (Seokmin - Chan). I already did 95/96 Line now it's time for the youngins. Like the hyung version, The parts are written in order from where the song lyrics show up. I tried to do different lyrics from the hyung line xo I hope you enjoy.

✫ Seungkwan: "I don't wanna tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide. But I don't wanna feed this monstrous fire."

Neither of you ever wanted to admit how much of a dumpster fire Seungkwan and your relationship was becoming. However, it was. Day by day, it was becoming more and more clear your once perfect relationship was close to ending. You knew that Seungkwan wanted to make it work out and he truly thought it was just a bump in the road. However, you just knew it was time to end. Seungkwan and you were sat in his car in front of your house while the rain was pouring down and you just felt sick. You had called and told him that you wanted to talk but the words just wouldn't come out. You didn't want to hurt him but you also did not want to tiptoe and hide your true feelings anymore. With one look after an uncomfortable few minutes of silence, Seungkwan knew what was going on started to get teary eyed which made you teary eyed as well. "Kwannie, I'm so sorry but you know it's for the best. We had a good run." You managed to get out. Seungkwan did a shakey sigh before looking out the windsheild. "It was a great run, (Y/N), thank you for all the precious memories. I will always love you." "I will always love you too, thank you as well." After that, you braced yourself for the storm and for this next chapter of your new life. You opened the door and got out before running to your front door. You turned around as Seungkwan drove off and that was when you finally let go and finally broke down. You were so scared to enter this next chapter but you knew it was what you were supposed to do.

✫ Dino: "Wait until you like me again. Wait for your love."

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces as Chan stood in front of you with a defeated look on his face. He could have said anything, but telling you that he's realized he's starting to fall out of love with you was probably the most devastating thing he could have told you. "When? What? Why?" was all you could say while trying your best to stay strong. You thought you both were golden. "I don't know, all I know is I want to keep loving you but it's just hard to." "I'm hard to love?!" "I didn't mean it like that, (Y/N)." "Then how did you mean it Chan?" Your voice finally cracked and then you looked away so he could not see you cry which absolutely broke his heart. "I- I don't know but--" you then just sighed then walked past him toward the door and opened the door for him. "Well until you know, here's the door. I rather not waste my time with someone who only pretends to love me." He started to walk toward you to give you a hug but you put your hand out so he wouldn't be able to touch you. "Don't you dare complicate this. Just come back when you know what you want. I will wait for you to try to like me again but I don't want to be there while you figure it out."

✫ Minghao: "Know that you made me, I don't like how you paint me, yet I'm still here hanging."

"(Y/N) only dated Minghao for 15 seconds of fame." "(Y/N) thinks they are the shit for dating Minghao. They're barely a fart." "Minghao could've done WAY better. There is more attractive people and he chose (Y/N)? God I'm so happy he finally got a brain and dumped her gold digging ass." Normally hate comments made you laugh. When Minghao and you were together and saw hate comments you both would giggle at how much time they were wasting while you were both just living your life and being in love. However, now that Minghao and you are no longer together the hate comments hurt. What hurt is that after the breakup, Minghao and his company did nothing to stop the comments. You both had a pretty clean and fair breakup so the fact that they just let the comments attack you felt unfair. Your company tried everything in their power to stop the comments with threatening lawsuits, to mass deleting comments, to offering to manage your socials so you wouldn't have to read it. The offer was nice but when you were welcomed with boo's and slurs when you went to an event you couldn't help but try to put on a brave face but mentally curse Pledis and Minghao. Also yourself for even agreeing to date Xu Minghao to begin with. Life would've been so much more peaceful if you never even knew his name.

✫ Mingyu: "Not what you made me, it's something like a daydream. But I feel so seen in the night."

It was supposed to be a one night stand. However, Mingyu and you developed an emotional non committed relationship and it was pretty nice. A little too nice. You knew it was a dangerous game to get this involved but you couldn't help it. Something about Kim Mingyu was so addicting. He was the best drug you could be addicted too. The way he made you feel so seen on your nightly adventures. That's why it hurt a little bit when you saw him out and about and he ignored you. As if you were only good enough for a fuck but not for a casual 'hello' in the daytime. It broke you when he came over two nights after the incident and he scoffed at your hurt. He had assumed you knew what this was. "Is this not enough, sweetheart?" no. No it was not. However, you couldn't bring yourself to admit it to him so at that moment you realized if you wanted anything to do with Mingyu, you had to play by his rules. No matter how bad it hurt.

✫ Vernon: "So for now, it's only me. And maybe that's all I need."

Hansol and you were so codependent for your whole relationship. You were with each other every second. You didn't have to talk, just being in each others presence was enough. Or so it was. One day, you both just grew apart. He started getting busy with Seventeen and you started getting more and more projects at work. The distance was affecting both of you but you both were too scared to say anything. That's when the fight happened and both of you wished you said something sooner because maybe... just maybe you both would be in each other's arms or sending each other cursed TikToks that plagued your FYP. However, neither of you did and you both were just too damn stubborn to say something. After suffering for what seemed like an eternity, you decided to try to explore independence a bit more. You took a much needed shower, and started to curl your hair and put on some makeup. As you were getting dolled up you did some daily affirmations. The more you told yourself, the more confident you were becoming. Maybe being solo for awhile was a good thing.

✫ DK: "My love, I'll wait for your love. I'll wait for your love."

Seokmin woke up in a cold sweat and looked around. He saw he was in an empty bed and the nightmare he had of losing you was way too realistic. He quickly stood up and called out your name but heard nothing back. His heart was racing when he heard the silence. Where were you? He rubbed his eyes and and looked around the room a bit more and that's when he remembered he was in a hotel room for a schedule. He sighed before laying back in bed and grabbing his phone. He squinted as the light hit his face and couldn't help but get teary eyed as he saw your smiling face smiling back at him. He loved you more than words could say. He said it constantly but that still didn't mean that you both weren't going through a rough patch. He didn't leave on the best conditions with you before he left and regretted it. Instinctively, he dialed your number and pressed the phone to his ear. He just needed to hear your voice. "Hey baby!" He heard your voice say which made him tear up even more. "Hi," he whispered while smiling. "Seokmin? Baby, are you okay?" A tear fell down his cheek as he heard the pet name for the second time and his fears were calmed a bit. "Seokmin?" "Oh yeah... Sorry I- I um, I'm sorry." "It's okay, baby... what's going on though?" He sighed before sitting up and telling you about his nightmare and how he just loves you so fucking much. This made you lean against the wall as you listened to him explain his fears and your heart broke at his anxiety. Sure when he left it was rough but that's relationships. Relationships aren't all sunshine and rainbows all the time. When you explained that you heard him sniffle which made you tear up. "Thank you, baby." He whispered. "Of course, love. I'll wait for you to come home. Five more days right?" "Yes, just Five more days." "I'll wait for your love, my love. I love you always." "I love you, always."

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A/N: whoops I accidentally wrote a novel for Seokmin's. Pls don't hate me lmaooo

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If I'm There: Chapter Thirteen

read from part one

summary: Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

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“I missed you so much Natty.” He’s here, finally in front of me again and all of my negative feelings are thrown out the window. I don’t care that we were just fighting. I just need to be his arms.

I quickly walk around the counter and he wraps his arms tightly around me. Noah smells so good, warm and comforting. “I missed you too Noah.” I say into his chest.

Maggie looks over and sees us and asks if I want to take my break now. We walk hand-in-hand outside to the benches and sit next each other. He instinctively puts his arm around me but then I can feel him start to almost pull away. “No, Noah. It’s okay.” He relaxes and we settle into eachother. Even though It’s been tense, being around him feels like home.

“How are you doing?” Noah asks.

“I’m okay, just dealing with this school thing.I’m thinking I’ll just apply for loans and go to the cheapest school.” He nods “Have you been able to talk to your mom?” 

“Um not yet, she’ll get her phone back next week and I’m figuring out what to say.” I tell him. “How was the rest of tour?” 

“It was okay. It was hard for me to be away from you for so long.” Noah tells me as he rests his cheek against the top of my head. “Are we okay?”

“We’re okay Noah. I’m just no sure how all of this works.” I say as I fidget with the ties on my apron. He covers my hand with his own, stilling my anxious fingers. 

“We will figure it out together.” He says as kisses my forehead. “What time do you get off tonight? I was hoping we could hang out.”

“I’ll get off at 9, so not to much longer.” I tell him as he moves back, I turn to look at him and he closes the distance between us with a tender kiss causes my body to melt against his. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I walked into the cafe I missed you so much Natty.” His words tickle against my lips. “I missed you too Noah.” Our lips meet again and I almost get lost in his touch before I remember I have a few more hours left of work. Giggling like the lovesick teenagers that we break apart and head back inside. Noah waits for me at one of the tables, watching me work and writing in his notebook, new lyrics i'm assuming. 

The rest of my shift goes by fast and soon I’m done with the last of my cleaning duties and heading out with Noah to his car. “Let me just text Ky and let him know I won’t be home.”

Natalie: staying with Maggie 2nite, see you tomorrow 9:14pm

Kyle: 👍 lol okay…say hey to Noah for me. 9:15pm

Natalie: -_- 9:15pm

“So things are good with you two?” Noah asks and I squim as I adjust the seatbelt. “Um yeah, we’re okay I guess. I mean, after everything with our mom we just needed to be there for each other.” I explain. “It’s not like I forgot what he’s done, I just can’t deal with all this stuff with my mom by myself.” 

He nods understandingly but with a sad look on his face. “And I just left right after.” he says as a look of pain and anger cross his face. “Wow, thats so fucking shitty Natty. I can’t belive I was so selfish.”

I shake my head “no, I don’t think it was selfish. You said it yourself that this is an opportunity that would have been a mistake to pass up. It was hard with you away obviously, but I think it’ll just be something I have to get use to, you’re bound to be a huge star with your talent.” I smile up at him from my seat but his eyes are fixed on the road. “Noah? Is everything okay?” I ask and he nods repeatedly “um yeah, everything is fine. I was just thinking.” 

“Ah, thinking and driving. Dangerous stuff.” I joke trying to ease whatever suddenly caused Noads shift. He huffs out a laugh, brushing off whatever was clouding his mind and smiles at me. Leaning is hand down to squeeze my knee. "Noah! stoop ! that tickles!" I bark out in a chocked out laugh.

We get to his house and after dumping my bag into his room I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom with me. “What are you doing Natty.” Noah asks as I pull the collar of his shirt down so his head in leaning over mine and our mouths are almost touching. “I missed you Noah.” I lean up slightly to press our lips together and I can feel his shoulders loosening as he wraps his arms around me and returns the kiss.

Our soft touches turn quickly into scrambling hands. Noah lifts me onto the counter and grips my hips to bring me closer. His fingers dance at the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms as he pulls it off to move down and kiss the freshly exposed skin. “I was thinking we could shower.” I say while a blush forms on my cheeks. “Yeah, let's do that. Definitely wanting to do that.” Noah says now stumbling to quickly take off his sweatshirt and unbutton his jeans. I hop down off the counter and move to remove the rest of my clothes and I turn the knobs in the shower to start a steaming stream of water.

Noah’s hands caress my hips from behind me as we step into the hot water. The water falls over my head and he kisses my neck up and uses his hand to pull my head back to press his lips firmly against my mouth and swipes his tongue in, tangling with mine. 

We stay in the shower for over and hour, until the water was running cold and we were clean again. 

Laying in bed, clean and dry we’re cuddled closer together and talking more about the last two weeks. “I called the guidance counselor, They said they can possibly make an exception for me to finish out the rest of the semester remotely. I can go in on Monday and talk to them about it.” He tells me as I nuzzle further into his chest. “Thats awesome Noah, I just think it's important to consider all the possibilities."

“I know Nat, and that's why you’re my girl.” He kisses the top of my head and we eventually fall asleep tangled in each others limbs. 

The next day we hang out with Nick and we find ourselves doodling some mockups for a possible poster. I’m drawing a picture of the Richmond Vampire playing the guitar with Iron Vandetta written in a metal script over it. “That is so badass Natty!” Nick comments as he looks over the drawing. “Yeah Nat, that is sick!” I smile at the praise. “Yeah, I think its cool. Plus, it kind of looks like you Noah.” We all laugh.  “Have you guys ever seen the vampire? According to legends, he seeks to suck the life out of anyone that dare to distrub his resting place. Apparently quite the bad omen if you find yourself in his territory.” I say as I finish shading the background. “Ooohh spooky stuff Natty, looks like someone is in the Halloween spirit. We should totally use this, we can sell these at the merch table at the next show.” Nick says excitedly. “That would be awesome, we could make shirts too if we could get a good deal with a print shop.” Noah responds with a matching excitement. 

Nick continues looking at the drawing with quiet awe. “Have yall picked out yalls costume for the party?” The guys are throwing a Halloween/birthday party in two weeks at Noahs house, since his mom will still be in New York on her extended work trip. “Not yet.” Noah replies. “But we’re going costume shopping tomorrow if you want to join.” Nick shrugs “I’ve already picked out my costume. I’m going as Goku.” 

“Who is that?” I ask confused and Nick looks shocked. “Please tell me you’re joking Nat. You don't know Dragonball Z?!"

“Umm no? Noah made me watch some Naruto but I’ve never seen Dragonball…did that come on before or after Sailormoon?” I ask and his head falls into his hands. “I can’t talk about his right now Nat…I’m in shock.” I laugh at his ridiculous actions and get back to my poster design, adding the finishing touches. We end the night watching a scary movie and end up jumping so hard during a chase scene popcorn goes flying all over the living room and we all laugh so hard my stomach hurts. 

Sunday comes around and Noah and I end up roaming the aisle on party city and spirit halloween trying to find a fun costume we could wear together. I usually think couples costumes are lame but something about dressing up with Noah is fun and exciting. “How does this one look?” He asks wearing a ghostface mask. “well its hot for sure, but I’d like to be able to see your face throught out the night.” I say as I continue looking down the aisle. “What about this?” I say putting on a pair of devil horns. “And you could be an angel.” Noah laughs at that. “A little on the nose right? People already think I’m corrupting you.” I roll my eyes “yeah yeah, big scary tattooed rockstar boyfriend corrupts the loner nerdy girl, very cliche of you.”

We keep looking around and Noah finds a make up kit for Frankenstein's monster and his bride, he winks at me and says “what do you say? Wanna be my bride?” Even though I know he’s joking my heart feels like its going to beat out of my chest, I laugh softly and take the veil thats hanging on the hook by the costume display and drape it over my head before I reach up to place a kiss on his cheek. “Oh Noah, of course I do!”

hope you enjoyed it besties!!!

next chapter is the halloween party!!! eeeeee!!!

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Fic Rec List - Charles/Sebastian

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there is something so compelling about these two. there will certainly be a part two for this - the talent in the Charles/Sebastian fandom is immense!

if you are interested in Charles and Sebastian but aren't sure where to start, I also recommend you read this primer, created by @effervescentdragon. it is fab ❤️

apologies to the authors on this list, some of whom i asked for consent to create this list over four months ago. i don't know why this one took me so long. 🤭

rouge et blanc by @melancholiepeufiable | G | 2.5k Charles calls Sebastian after a difficult race. This author has such a beautiful writing style. This is so achingly sweet, and a welcome tonic after some of the races of late. One thing that I really love about this author's writing is their dialogue - it flows so beautifully, so naturally, with so much emotion, even 'over the phone', and it is such a pleasure to read.

'Some would’ve called him a shadow of his old self, yet Charles didn’t see it that way. Sebastian was simply a man coming into his own body, settling into the skin and bones that made him who he was, no longer needing to hide behind the fierce nature that once declared him a ‘cut-throat, selfish bastard’.'

just a drive into the dark stretch by mcreary | T | 3.2k Charles leaves home, and is picked up by a stranger. I loved this story so much. There is a tension throughout, helped along by the author giving us only just enough information - there's a lot here that we, the reader, need to fill in, and it makes for a gripping reading experience! The dynamic here is also very fun - Sebastian is very flirtatious and cheeky, and Charles is seeking adrenaline, and together they make a suitably unhinged pair. Loved this!

'Charles shivers, hairs on his arm standing up. His gut says run, his brain says run, his heart says stay, the adrenaline pumping through his system with every beat.'

nsfw: we’ll start by holding hands by @sebchal | G | 5k Post-retirement, Seb invites Charles to go ice-skating. This is such a sweet story! Their dynamic here is so much fun - there's a lot of hesitance here, and a fun lack of communication, that builds and builds the tension. The author writes emotions so well - it is so fun to read!

'Sebastian was a patient man, so he waited until Charles opened his eyes again. Seeing devotion amidst the embarrassment in his gaze was more than enough proof for Sebastian'

In your car, I'm a star (and I'm burnin’ through you) by @hungriestheidi | M | 5.1k Charles and Sebastian talk, post-Seb's-retirement. This story is hauntingly beautiful. It is bittersweet, in the kind of way that clutches at your heart and squeezes tight, but not too hard that you don't still leave feeling hopeful and uplifted. The author's writing style is almost lyrical in its flow and beauty. Stunning.

'On the Saturday that follows, they sit in the garden to watch the sunrise. They must have gotten no more than five hours of sleep and they are sharing a blanket as they lay on the damp grass, the olive tree by their side like a silent third party looking for the sun.'

nsfw: act of god by @melancholiepeufiable | E | 15.4k Charles is Sebastian's biggest fan and lucky charm - things take a dark turn. This fic is very different to the other story that I rec'ed above from the same author. It is beautifully written, with a very clever narrative structure that unfolds over time. The use of imagery here is stunning, particularly the religious imagery. The Charles and Sebastian dynamic is absolutely perfect - the push and pull of it all captured so well, despite uneven power dynamics. I adored this one.

'A certain earnestness came from him, like he sought out to please instinctively rather than by choice. Although it could be argued that he chose to revel in that instinct. The sharp focus of his eyes were a dead giveaway that the latter might’ve been true. He was attentive, similar to what Seb saw from his competitors, always aware of what was happening around him.'

He Is All, And He Is More by @effervescentdragon | M | 15.4k Charles and Sebastian keep meeting on the battlefield. This is a stunning Old Guard AU which changed my life a little bit. The story is absolutely gut-wrenching - the contrast of violence and death with the relationship that is slowly blossoming between them is gorgeous. The reverence and adoration here is stunning. I loved every second of this.

'His smile feels like sunshine. His face looks like a holy painting. His name sounds like benediction.'

time and again by @badboy-george | M | 16.1k Charles and Sebastian reconnect following Charles' retirement. This author is absolutely fantastic in so many ways, and one of my favourite things about their writing is the amount of detail they weave into their stories - their fics are always so rich and so well thought out, and it is such a pleasure to read. This fic is beautiful, almost poetic, and I come back to it often.

'He wonders how others who came and went before him could find the right words to say at this moment. How they had found the courage to smile and sing and reaffirm their love for a sport—a family, a home—they must now say goodbye to.'

nsfw: evergreen by @piastriachios | E | 18.2k Sebastian and Charles enter a marriage of convenience. This is perhaps my favourite Charles and Sebastian fic - the dynamics here are perfect, some of my favourite characterisations in the whole fandom. I feel like I'm becoming repetitive, but it has to be said again - this author's use of colour is absolutely stunning, and adds so much to the story. A beautiful writing style.

'It feels strange. To construct an image of a man through the images he himself had deconstructed, to take an already made collage and rearrange the pieces, into a picture of his own. He lets out a deep breath, and goes over to the stack of his boxes still sitting by the door. Wonders where he’ll even get started, how he can fit his sharp edges and clunky shapes into Sebastian’s already-made picture.'

nsfw: Romance by the Fractures by @hungriestheidi | E | 43.6k The mountains and valleys of Charles and Sebastian's marriage. This author is so fantastic at writing intimacy, domesticity, and the complex tapestry of relationship. This story is achingly heartbreaking, but absolutely worth every second of turmoil, as it is just so beautifully written. It's like poetry. Just beautiful.

'It’s a sonnet of dissonant poets, of instruments that perpetually are out of sync, of singers who miss the cue and argue over papers while the crowd stares, wildeyed, baffled, how the actors of their favourite play cannot get along, not even for the sake of the spectacle, for the façade of happiness they should be wearing when they visit a place that is so dear to them, first holiday together, honeymoon of endless sunsets.'

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