#i wrote it in one go and am posting unedited but

[lineffability]

"Crowley."

Crowley froze, every atom of his body coming to a complete standstill. Aziraphale had appeared out of nowhere, just like that, and he felt like a fly in a spider's web, like he had just run against a glass door that he could not have seen. Oh, this was cruel. He did not turn around.

"Don't even use doors anymore?" He tried to keep his voice level, cold, unaffected. He failed considerably, but the message got across anyways.

"I'm sorry," Aziraphale said, immediately flinching at the words. The first time they were seeing each other again, after-- after that, and his first words were I'm sorry and he was apologizing for not using a door? Aziraphale felt like swearing, but could not. "I thought you wouldn't open if I-- well. I thought this was easier. Like a bandaid."

"Well, you were right. I wouldn't have." Steel was creeping into Crowley's voice, steel around his heart. With a forcing of limbs, he spun around, his gaze piercing through the armor of his sunglasses. Facing him.

"I need your help" Aziraphale said.

"What," Crowley said. He had possibly never put as much meaning into a single word. The glass door turned into a Great Wall. Aziraphale understood. But he was willing to climb.

The angel (oh, a true angel now, wasn't he--not his angel) fumbled, talking with his hands before his mouth even opened. Talking with his eyes, too, but they got lost in translation. Repelled by a black mirror.

"I know this is untoward. I know it's-- But Crowley, I don't have a lot of time."

"Nothing lasts forever, yeah," Crowley spat, hating himself the second the words left his lips. Unnecessary cruelty. Demonic, huh? Worse yet, Aziraphale accepted the verbal lashing. Don't forgive me, Crowley thought.

Crowley looked at him. He was still wearing his suit, there was tartan in it, but it had become polished, the worn edges returned to pristine, boring perfection. He looked prim. Proper. Perhaps this hurt most of all.

"Why are you here?"

Aziraphale glanced upwards. Then he looked intently at Crowley. I don't have much time. Right. He couldn't speak freely, Crowley realized. Of course he couldn't. This was exactly what he had been afraid of, what he had known would happen. His angel in chains. (Yet here he was. Here he was.)

"They don't know I'm here," Aziraphale mumbled, gesticulating weakly between them and Up. "I guess I can divert their attention now, for a bit. Comes with the new powers"--he shrugged helplessly--"but not for long. Crowley, do you know about-- about the-- what they're--"

"Armageddon 2.0? Sure."

There was an undecipherable look in Aziraphale's eyes. "Why didn't you-- well. It's not just. I mean it kind of is--it's. More than that. Crowley, I need you to do something for me."

"No."

"This is important." (This isn't about us.)

"I don't care." (There is no us anymore.)

"You do! You always have."

"Oh not this again," Crowley hissed. "You were an angel once. You can be forgiven. Shut up."

"That's not what I meant."

With two long, angry strides, Crowley closed the space between them. Menace, anger, hurt-- "Then what did you mean?" He spat the words. Like a weapon. (Then why was it a question?)

Aziraphale's face crumbled. He stood his ground nonetheless, not backing away. The angel's anger was less spiky, but it rose to meet Crowley's. It made his next words hit like bricks. "I mean that you love. I mean that you, Crowley, are the best person I know. I mean that I love you."

The words dropped like a lead balloon.

There was utter silence between them.

Why were they so close?

Why were his sunglasses so dark? Aziraphale saw only his own reflection. He couldn't bear that, and dropped his gaze. Oh, worse. There was his mouth, mere inches away.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley's lips, really really looked, and there was nothing more, now that he knew about the feeling of Crowley's lips and of his heart, there was nothing more he wanted to do than to kiss him. But he couldn't, he couldn't. Not like this. He needed the next time (he had to believe in a next time, in a time with Crowley, again)--the next time they kissed he needed it to be good and happy and an affirmation. He couldn't bear it otherwise. He would break entirely. He was sure of it.

But still, still-- Crowley was so close. He could smell nothing but him. Think of nothing but him. That weakness again, that soft spot inside him he had never known how to hold down. And with it, Want reared its greedy head. Aziraphal leaned in ever so slightly, felt their noses touch-- and then used all his strength to move away, to pull back. It was not the right time. Not yet.

He looked past Crowley, who might have as well turned to a pillar of salt. Crowley, whose face was a mask he couldn't let slip. The air flickered between them.

There were tears in his eyes when he finally forced his gaze towards Crowley's face, a silent plead to not misunderstand. Please, please. But he couldn't expect that of him. He was pulling away again. But not because he wanted to. No, there was nothing he wanted more than to pull closer. There was nothing more he wanted than to talk to him, to truly talk, to explain and apologize and make amends, but he was bound by Duty and Rules and Watching Eyes more than he ever had been.

This was his rebellion: he lifted a hand, the ghost of a touch, fingertips against cheekbone. The memory of holding on. Of never wanting to let go. Crowley flinched without moving, a shiver of his lips. Aziraphale let his hand drop, briefly, to Crowley's chest, holding it over his human heart. It was beating just like his.

This was his successful magic trick, when it counted: he drew away, leaving a crack in Crowley's steel-clad heart, and a note in his chest pocket.

"I'm sorry. I need to go."

"Of course you do."

"Oh, Crowley. I--" But he did not finish the sentence, knew there was no proper way how. So he said, quietly, softly, "Trust me, please."

And he did. Crowley hated it, hated it so much, but he did, he did trust him despite it all. But it did not erase the hurt. The festering wound. Now what was he supposed to do with that?

With one last pointed look, Aziraphale vanished.

Crowley was alone.

His defenses lay shattered at his feet, and he slowly gathered them back up. He did not mend the cracks. (That's where the light had gotten in.) He cleared his throat. Tried to banish from his mind the look in Aziraphale's eyes, the memory of his lips and of his tears.

And failed considerably.

I love you.

(Touched his cheek, and then his chest, and faltered.)

[this fic is now also on ao3 and being continued there]

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #crowley x aziraphale #in which crowley and aziraphale meet for the first time after the Divorce #oh god ok i really love this??? #i wrote it in one go and am posting unedited but #i need this ?!?!? #im also going through the whole 'i wanna know how this continues' vs 'you're the one writing it' idiocy #oh you wanna know how it ends?? then write it??? fool #but i dont know...how it continues....yet. #i do have ideas though... #inefficable #my writing

[vminizzle]

Unplanned night

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : angst, smut

warnings : soft dom!jungkook, jealous!reader (not that jealous tho), argument, teasing, pet names, swearing, sexting?, cybersex?, voyeurism, masturbation, marking, manhandling, praising, slight chocking, penetration, unprotected sex, doggy style, missionary, mirror sex, multiple orgasms (3), overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming. ( lot of words had been repeated sorry 💀 that’s actually embarrassing.) HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS THIS FIC SORRY

words count : 3.8k

A/N : hello hello, i hope you all doing fine. I felt like I haven’t posted in awhile even tho I posted there are a few days ago. well, here a little something I just wrote in my car while waiting for my next course in uni, because I’m introverted and I don’t interact with human irl. I rather stay in my car lmao. THIS is ACTUALLY the messiest thing I’ve ever wrote, but I hope you’ll like it tho, decided to change a bit. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. Love y’all !! -sunny

Heavily unedited!!

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED 🦋

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"Oh c’mon don’t act like you’re innocent." you rolled your eyes.

"you’re exaggerating." he shook his head exasperated, throwing the keys on the counter.

Jungkook and you just came back home from a dinner with your friends, the evening was going well until one of your old college classmate joined you. She invited herself at your table without any shame.

Not only she was annoying but she was flirting with your husband.

"you flirted back!" you pointed at him as he followed you to the living room.

"now you’re just saying bullshit!" 

"C’mon if I wasn’t there she’d had sit on your lap! I had to put my hand on your thigh to remind her I was here, because she kept on touching you. She’s so fucking touchy and all, it irritated me!"

Jungkook sighed as he watched you stomping back and forth around the glass table.

"Listen, it’s not like that. You know I wouldn’t had let that happen-"

"wow that’s awesome! Should I congratulate you for saying that?" you threw your hands in the air dramatically.

"now, you’re gonna calm the fuck down because you’re getting annoying." he huffed at your behavior.

You stared at him speechless as he let his body drop on the couch.

"so i am annoying now?" you put your hands on your hips looking down at your husband, this one sighing heavily.

"It’s not like th-"

"It’s like what then?"

"You’re overreacting."

"she purposely tripped over you and that disrespectful slut kissed your neck!" you pointed toward his neck.

"that’s the collar of my fucking shirt!" he furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief.

"still! look at it! her ugly lipstick stained it."

"y/n." he started, resting his elbows on his knees, looking up at you.

"we’re not gonna argue because of that, are we?" he lifted an eyebrow up expectantly.

"I wouldn’t be arguing with you right now, if you didn’t opened your mouth to defend her." you crossed your arms over your chest angrily.

"what the fuck are you saying this time?! I didn’t even defend her!" he breathed deeply trying to keep his calm.

"you knew damn well she used to have a crush on you when we were in college but you didn’t put her in her place when she started flirting with you! She’s so shameless that she did it in front of me. Let me remind you that you’re married-"

"oh yea, the fuck I am." he rolled his eyes letting his body fall back on the couch again.

"what do you mean?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"you don’t get it y/n. I didn’t flirt with her."

"it’s the way you talked to her. You still talked like we were in college. And when she touched you? You didn’t even moved! You let her do what she felt like." your grip on your purse tightening at the thought of it.

"I don’t want to argue with you princess, please let’s not. You probably misunderstood the situation. You know I love you and I wouldn’t flirt with anyone else than you, my wife." you gulped, his words making your heart beat slowly as you started feeling guilty.

But what you’ve seen tonight was just annoying. You just wanted to jump on her and choke her to death for touching your husband. You weren’t really the jealous type but there are limits to respect. And this woman crossed the line.

"but Jungkook, she knows damn well we’re married. Why would she acted like that?"

"maybe she was a bit too tipsy-"

"and again! you’re finding fucking excuses to defend her!" you threw your purse on him angrily, this one catching it midway to not get hit. 

You started walking away to the stairs making Jungkook groaned throwing the purse aside on the glass table annoyed.

"now where are you going?" he asked.

"bedroom. I don’t want to continue fighting with you tonight." you replied dryly.

"argh fuck it!" Jungkook threw his head back frustrated.

Usually, when you came back from a date or dinner with your friends, you both would come home in a good mood - a very good mood. 

Starting with slow little kisses at the front door, clothes on the floor in the living room as you both undress each other impatiently as you made your way upstairs to the bedroom.

But tonight, your plan have been changed.

Earlier, the ride was way too quiet, the atmosphere cold. No holding hands, only your husband stealing glances time to time at your angry figure sat next to him in the car.

Slamming the bedroom’s door and locking it, you made your way to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

You stared into the void, thinking about your husband being close but not so close of you. He was in the house but it felt like he wasn’t here. It felt like he was far, really far away from you.

You didn’t wanted to be mad at him but his behavior got on your nerves. You weren’t even sure if he did something bad or not?

Did he? You hesitated.

Because letting another woman touch your arm and feeling "how strong you got since college" is not the best thing to let happen, right? On top of that, just next to your wife.

You stared at your phone, the screen showing your wallpaper, the beautiful picture of your wedding decorating it.

Suddenly, an idea popped in your mind. You’ve never done that before, but guess there is a first time to everything.

You decided to get on his nerves too. But in a better way. 

Jungkook is the type to get impatient over things he really wants. Things he wants right away if he had the chance to get it.

So teasing him was the best way to drive him mad. And on top of that, you’d get advantage from this little "punishment".

Jungkook grabbed his phone from his back pocket as he heard a notification.

He furrowed his eyebrows confused as he saw your name displayed on the screen.

y/n : [ attachment ] 

His eyes widened when he opened the message making him chock on his own saliva. He stopped breathing for a second, gulping as his eyes stayed glued on his screen.

"is she serious right now?" he pursed his lips not knowing how to feel.

He stood up walking upstairs to the bedroom.

"open the door." he knocked on the bedroom’s door firmly.

"no! I’m not gonna open." you replied calmly.

"I’m asking again. Open that fucking door y/n. I’m not playing." he knocked again impatient.

"I said no." you repeated confidently.

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"why are you doing that?" he whined, resting his head on the marble separating you from him.

The "naughty" picture of you making him lose his mind.

Your beautiful body clamped in a black lingerie, sat on the carpeted floor on your knees facing the mirror, left hand cupping your bra covered breast, a small smirk decorating your pretty lips.

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Jungkook gulped as he opened the new "punishment" you were "imposing" him.

Sat on the floor completely this time, still facing the big mirror, your left hand was now laying between your parted legs, covering the part where you needed him. 

< your hand would had been much better but I’ll do with what I have. > 

Jungkook bit his bottom lip, the caption making blood rush down there.

"C’mon please. Open the door baby." he asked desperately.

"nope. go away. I won’t open it."

"fuck! you’re really stubborn when you want to."

He groaned going downstairs to the living room disappointed, he sat on the couch thinking about a way to make you open the door before he lose his patience and break it.

Suddenly, his phone rang pushing him out of his thoughts. He immediately grabbed it without any second thought.

[ FaceTime ] 

His thumb reacted faster than his brain as he pressed on the green button. 

"y/n why-"

Jungkook stopped when he saw you.

He closed his eyes shut tight, feeling his pants getting tighter.

You smirked as you stared at your husband’s reaction.

"why are you doing that?" he muttered literally in pain, lowering his head 

"why? hmm.. guess." you pursed your lips.

"I didn’t do anything." 

"if you say so." you shrugged.

"C’mon open the door please." he looked at his phone again, his eyes dark, staring at your half naked body.

You thought for a moment before shaking your head with a playful smile.

"gosh what do you want from me? beg? I’ll do anything you want baby." he whined making you smirk.

"aw you’re so cute when you’re needy." you tilted your head to the side feeling satisfied.

You put your laptop away from your lap, pushing it a bit farther on the bed from you. You sat on your knees, facing the device.

Jungkook stared at the screen, throat getting dry.

"do you like it?" you smiled cutely, referring to the lingerie adorning your body, hand sliding from your chest to your lower stomach.

"so much, you can’t even imagine." he whispered, eyes following your hand down resting on top of your thigh.

He gulped as your other hand went up to play with the strap of the bra.

"the straps are so thin, or is it just me?"

"they’re fine." he breathed out making you hummed.

"what about the panties? lacy, do you like it?" you smirked knowing well that’s what he loves.

His weakness.

"fuck honey stop teasing!" he groaned impatiently.

"shh, calm down." you put a finger on your own lips.

Your fingers hooked in the waistband of the lacy material, pulling it slowly aside showing how stretchy the underwear was.

"It seems so fragile." you said with a fake disappointed voice.

You bent down a little to look closer to the screen, showing a bit more of your cleavage on purpose.

Jungkook’s hand travelled down to his pants, resting it on his confined boner as he watched your own hand sliding down between your legs.

"it feels so good." you said as you drew little circles on your lightly covered clit making Jungkook moan lowly, hand pressing on his bulge.

"fuck." he laid himself more comfortably on the couch, eyes not leaving the screen. 

You closed your eyes as your hand travelled up to cup your breast firmly, your other hand still teasing you, rubbing slowly on your clit.

"take it off princess." he said making you looked at him.

"please."

You weren’t used to it, doing such thing. You tried your best to stay confident but your body was burning from how shy you felt at the moment.

"do it."

Your hands went behind your back, unhooking the bra throwing it on the carpeted floor.

"fuck yes." he started unbuttoning his shirt, getting rid of it as he felt hot.

Jungkook put his phone on the glass table, quickly unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants and boxer down at once.

Taking his device back, his eyes wandered all over your body.

You looked so beautiful. 

Jungkook knew you tried to act nonchalant, sure of what you were doing, so he decided to play along and make you feel more confortable.

"hey look at me.” he said softly.

"touch yourself."

You froze for a few seconds before he talked again.

"C’mon baby touch yourself for me." he said breathlessly as he grabbed his cock pumping it slowly.

"you’re so gorgeous, look how hard I am because of you." he hissed, his thumb teasing himself as he brushed it over the slit.

You opened your mouth, no words coming out when he lowered his phone, showing you what his hand was busy doing.

"take these off too pretty please." he ordered gently, eyes on the black garment covering you from him.

Jungkook always been like that.

Even when you tried to be in control, he always finds a way to take over.

It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy when you tried to be the one in control but you always end up whining for him to continue. And the way you’re so submissive for him always excited him.

You complied, hooking your fingers into the lacy material dragging it down your legs, discarding it away.

Your husband moaned at the view. The dimmed light enough to show your perfect features. 

"lay down and open your legs for me." his voice low.

You took a deep breath as you laid back on the pillow, parting your legs timidly.

"now touch yourself. show me how you do it. show me how you pleasure yourself."

"Jungkook." you whimpered as your fingers came in contact with your core.

"yes my love?" his hand still stroking his cock slowly, knowing you were lost already to answer him.

You slid two fingers between your glistening lips, teasing your entrance.

"put a finger in." he said between breaths.

Entering a finger slowly inside you, you grabbed on the sheet.

"put another one baby."

You let a breathy moan escaped from your mouth as you inserted another finger.

"good girl." he said eyes sparking at how submissive you were. 

"Imagine it’s my fingers." Jungkook watched with dark eyes as your fingers went in and out of you.

"yours are better." you whined as you went faster.

Jungkook moved his wrist faster too, tightening his fist around him.

"fuck princess you’re so fucking pretty."

You looked toward the laptop, watching as your husband pleasured himself, his eyes closed, mouth ajar, his head leaned back.

You moaned loudly as you rubbed your clit adding stimulation to push you closer to your orgasm.

"keep going baby." Jungkook encouraged you.

You threw your head back into the pillows as you felt it coming.

"Jungkook I’m-"

"Cum for me." he moaned loudly as he came on his hand, some landing on his lower stomach making him swear as he kept on stroking himself.

Your left hand went to play with your hardened nipple, your thumb flicking it.

You started clenching around your fingers as you came, moaning your husband’s name loudly.

"you did well darling." you heard Jungkook praised as you tried to catch your breath.

You stared at the laptop screen, eyes on him, the man staring at you too.

"fuck it." you groaned getting off the bed, grabbing the device and shutting it off.

Jungkook threw his phone away, getting rid of his pants and boxer pooling at his ankles as he rushed to the stairs to go to the bedroom.

You put the laptop on the furniture near the large mirror facing the bed before walking to the door, unlocking it.

Jungkook was about to knock on it when you opened it.

You looked into each other’s eyes, lust fogging each other’s mind.

You suddenly grabbed him by the back of his neck surprising him as you pulled him down on you, enveloping his lips in an eager kiss.

"god I fucking need you." Jungkook parted away pulling you on him, your chest pressed against his muscular one.

He bent down to kiss on your neck softly, sucking on the skin, your hands flat on his chest.

"Jungkook." you breathed hastily making him hummed.

"I want you."

"I knew you couldn’t resist me." he smirked making you look away embarrassed.

"and I can’t resist you either." he grinned lifting your face to look at your flustered face.

"you know I was about to break that fucking door to come make love to you when you sent me those pretty pictures." he grabbed you by your hips, your heart picking up the pace as he backed you to the bed.

"now that I’m here, I’ll take you as much as you can handle." he warned, his gaze a bit too serious.

He pushed you gently on the mattress, hovering over your bare body.

He attached his lips with yours, sucking on your tongue. You kissed him lovingly as your fingers made their to his hair.

His teeth pulled on your bottom lip as he detached from the heated kiss.

You felt his hard on pressing against the inside of your thigh making you feel aroused again.

Jungkook stood up, making you support yourself on your elbows, looking at him confused.

"on all fours. right now." he ordered with a too gentle voice for the current situation.

"what!?" you furrowed your eyebrows sitting up.

"I said, on all fours." he repeated approaching your frozen body. 

He lifted you up effortlessly, making you on your knees, hands in front of you as he positioned himself behind you.

"do you need prep or your little cam girl session earlier was enough?" he teased.

"fuck you." you muttered making him laugh.

Jungkook held your hip as he took his cock in his hand, aligning himself at your entrance.

He rubbed the head of it on your glistening lips making you whimpered.

"stop teasing."

"oh darling, you’re started it." he reminded.

"but since I’m way too impatient right now I won’t tease you." he sighed playfully as he moved forward.

"tell me to stop at any moment if it hurts or anything yea?"

"please do something." you pushed your bottom back on him, his hands stilling your hips.

Jungkook penetrated you painfully slow, making you feel every inches of his cock, the little vein on the side stroking against your velvety wall made you feel dizzy already.

You gasped as he started moving, his hands holding firmly on your sides.

"you feel so good around me." he threw his head back, his fingernails digging into the flesh of your hips.

He looked in front of him, his cock twitching inside you at the view, making you clench around him at the sudden feeling.

"fuck!" 

Jungkook hand travelled all along your spine to your hair, pulling you up to him, your back flat against his hard chest. 

He grabbed on your chin, making you looked in front of you.

You moaned as Jungkook hand went to grab your breast, massaging it gently, his finger teasing the erected bud, flicking it over and over, making you lose your mind.

"look at you." he pointed to the infamous mirror facing the bed.

"taking me so well."

His fingertips dancing on the smooth skin of your stomach.

You knitted your eyebrows, mouth ajar as you felt this familiar knot in the pit of your stomach.

"babe I’m close." you whimpered, your hand clasped on his forearm as you started clenching around him uncontrollably.

"Look in the mirror. Look at me when I’m making you feel good darling." he ordered.

His hand travelling up to your neck, fingers around your throat. He applied a light pressure enough to make you overwhelmed.

You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as you felt his fingers rubbing on your clit.

"open your eyes pretty." he bit on your earlobe softly, his breath fanning over your neck.

You opened your eyes meeting his lustful ones.

You wanted to look away, his stare making you feel small but he was just so attractive, you couldn’t take your eyes off his face.

Some stands of his long black hair sticked on his sweaty forehead, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, droplets of sweat running down his neck, eyebrows knitted as he concentrated on hitting the spot that could make you see stars.

His beautiful veiny tattooed hand still resting around your neck.

You cried out as you came around him.

Jungkook held your weak body as he felt your thighs trembled from your orgasm, the pleasure too much for you to handle as he kept on snapping his hips into yours.

He suddenly switched position as he laid you on your back.

"fuck! you feel so fucking good! so warm and tight!" your husband moaned as he went faster, his hand grabbing your thigh angling it higher resting it on his waist.

You sobbed as he started sucking softly on your nipple, his wet muscle caressing the hard bud as he licked it, looking up at your face.

"I- i cant-" you chocked a moan when he bent down to bite on the abused skin of your neck.

"I’m so close." he moaned lowly in your ear.

You let a tear roll down your cheek as the overstimulation was getting unbearable.

"too much." you sobbed, head spinning at the pleasure hitting you again.

Your nails buried deep into the flesh of his back, scratching the soft skin as your legs started trembling again.

He groaned as he picked up the pace making the headboard hit the wall.

He put your leg back down as he felt his own orgasm coming.

Jungkook held your hands at each sides of your head before intertwining your fingers together.

"Jungkook!" you tightened your hands around his, squeezing your eyes shut as you let your orgasm washed over you.

Jungkook came inside you after a few strong thrusts, filling you up to the brim, a loud moan of your name passing by his lips.

His body collapsed on top of yours as he stayed inside you.

You breathed heavily, hand going up to caress his back, the other hand going on the back of his head caressing his messy hair.

He left lazy wet kisses on your neck after a few minutes.

"I love you." he whispered, face resting on your chest.

"I love you." you pecked the top of his head softly.

"did I go too hard?" he asked hoping he didn’t do too much, if he didn’t hurt you or push you over your limits.

"no, don’t worry." you reassured him still stroking his scratched back.

He hummed feeling your soft touches caressing over the burning skin, enjoying the warmth of your body under him.

"y/n?" he called quietly making you hum.

"I’m sorry." he lifted his head up to look at you.

"Koo it’s o-"

"no no listen please. I don’t know why you thought all these things. But forget them. You definitely misunderstood. I’ll never do whatever you said earlier. I love you and you only. I’d never flirt with anyone else than you. I’ll never disrespect you in any way. You mean so much for me. I respect you a lot. You’re my wife. The person I love the most. I don’t care about her and I didn’t find excuses to defend her." he explained making you feel guilty again.

"I want to apologize for my behavior earlier. I was so mad and I wasn’t think right I guess. She got on my nerves and I maybe, accused you for doing what you probably didn’t do. I’m sorry." you sighed making you husband shook his head.

"don’t apologize my love." he caressed your cheek before pecking your lips.

"I love you so much Jungkook. You mean so much for me too."

He rolled the both you over, so you're laying on top.

"I love you more, my favorite cam girl." he grinned making you slapped his chest.

"gosh you’re so annoying."

Jungkook laughed, hugging you tightly.

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a/n : probably a weird way to finish this fic sorry 🥸. Well, I hope it wasn’t that bad. Thank you for reading! I love y’all.

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x : SHADE MATCH :*+ﾟ

in which: reo loves your lipstick. even more so when it's on him.

warnings: suggestive towards the end so i am making this a 16+ post, fluff, UNEDITED ASF, 1.3k words, gn!reader, just... me loving reo, reader wears makeup, i am going crazy over him tbh.

a/n: i blacked out writing this tbh. enjoy !! wrote this on a whim 100%

you’re carefully applying your lipstick when a demanding yet familiar figure makes himself known in your peripheral.

glancing over, you catch reo’s eye in the mirror as he leans against the doorframe of the bathroom, subtly adjusting the cartier watch adorned around his wrist. he’s not wearing his blazer jacket yet, and the undone first few buttons of his shirt leaves more to be desired.

you look away before you can fall further in the rabbit hole, puckering your lips a few times before fixing up any stray splashes of colour dotted around your skin. smiling in satisfaction, you cap your lipstick before putting it back with the rest of your cosmetics.

two sculpted arms snake around your waist, and reo’s face finds home next to yours, eye-level with you as he blatantly admires your reflection. 

“stunning as always,” he murmurs, smugness dripping in his tone, and the way his hands squeeze at your hips tell you that he has some less than pure intentions.

“thank you. could say the same about you,” you say in return before breaking eye contact, leaning to grab the necklace you had laid out in preparation for tonight. “keeping your hair down tonight, love?”

reo runs a hand through his locks, letting the fringe fall back in place as he hums in contemplation. “i don’t know, what do you think? what you want me to do is what i’ll choose.”

“you know i love it either way,” you say, “doesn’t change how beautiful you are.”

he beams, your words having an obvious impact on him, but before he could shower you with compliments in kind, you raise your unclasped necklace to him.

“help me out?”

“anything for you,” the purple-haired delicately takes the jewellery from your hands, his heart swelling three times in size when he realises it’s the one he bought for you. in fact, he already noticed that you were wearing the outfit he bought for you, thrilled at how wonderful you looked dressed in his money.

of course, if he said that thought out loud, it would probably be received with a not-so-gentle punch from you. 

he’ll communicate it properly one day but for now, he mutedly admires you, gently brushing his fingers along your neck as he does the clasp for you. after a few moments, reo tells you he’s done by turning you around himself, hands lingering on your hips.

“what are you staring at?” you ask after a while of him simply admiring you, taking his time as if you had all the time in the world. 

well. if that’s what you wanted then reo would make that happen. 

“just the most beautiful masterpiece i’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he replies, hand snaking up to delicately hold your chin, and you realise what he’s trying to do when you see the way his eyes begin to droop before leaning in close.

“no, don’t ki-” you get cut off regardless with the gentle press of reo’s lips against yours, and you falter a little, needing to hold on to the bathroom counter for some semblance of security as the athlete leisurely moulds his lips with yours.

there’s no brain space to dwell over your lipstick when reo is kissing you breathless, pressing you harder against the counter. you pull away with a shiver, pressing a finger to his lips before reo could get ahead of himself and let the kiss heighten in intensity. 

the groan he lets out is an indicator of how unhappy he is with your blocking, but you can only take his pout so seriously when he has your lipstick smeared all over him. you probably look no better and you feel a little scared to turn around and see for yourself.

his breath fans heavily across your lips, eyes gleaming with lust and adoration as he looks down at you. “what was that for?” he complains.

“my lipstick, you ruined it,” you say, “and it’s all on your lips too.”

the athlete smirks, eyes widening in realisation. “is it now?” he asks before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your cheek. you feel it linger before turning around to look in the mirror, confronted by a clear kiss mark on your skin.

“reo!” you huff, “this is hard to wipe off, you know.” 

“just put concealer over it.”

you could slap him and it’s clear that he sees the intent in your eyes because he ducks away, covering his head with boisterous laughter slipping past his lips, the noise echoing around the marble of the bathroom. “please don’t hit me, i’m sorry!” he laughs, trying to sound sincere to no avail.

at the sound of your sigh, reo loosens up, grinning even wider when he sees the way your face lights up at his antics. he decides that he truly is willing to do anything for you, so long as he gets to see you smile at the end of it.

it’s reckless to think so but then again, falling in love with you hasn’t been anything short of, love filling up his lungs until he needs to pour it all out, only to be filled again with every second he finds himself lost in you. 

“fine. this will be payback,” you mutter, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in, placing a kiss on the open expanse of his chest, right near his collarbone.

reo wonders if you could feel the way his heart rate spiked.

after lingering there for a few seconds, you pull away, satisfied with the mark you left behind. “now we’re even.”

you step away from where he had you against the counter, looking for makeup wipes and your concealer to have the two of you looking perfect again. but when reo looks at himself in the mirror, he is immediately entranced with the mark you left behind. 

reo wonders if it was too ridiculous to want it tattooed.

“here,” you say, pressing the makeup wipes against his chest which reo dumbly catches, mind still faraway even when you order him to clean up. 

without thinking, he obeys, cleaning the makeup off his lips. still dazed, he hadn’t realised that you were already done.

“you forgot a spot,” you point out before the purple-haired can feel a cool cream be spread on his skin- your moisturiser, he realises. after putting lip balm on his lips, you make a move to wipe the lipstick stain off his chest when reo snaps back to reality, stepping away from you. “reo… i need to get that off.”

“no, i think it should stay,” he says, voice laced with fascination. 

“babe, c’mon, don’t be silly, you sh-”

“-i’m not being silly, it’s a very nice, very territorial addition to my outfit.”

you’re horrified at the imagery of reo parading around with your kiss mark on his chest. granted, it wasn’t incredibly bold or out-of-place, and if you were going somewhere a little less formal, you would have inclined to agreed.

“i am going to be seeing your parents tonight.”

“they have an eye for art.”

“reo-”

“listen beautiful, what do i gotta do get you to agree?”

“do the dishes for a month, pay for my emotional reparations, donate a grand to charity, and show me a good time, and only then will i agree.”

“too easy,” he smirks. "hope you're ready for the time of your life then, you know i don't like to go the easy route."

BLLK MASTERLIST © 2023 EARTHTOOZ do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on other sites.

#nobody look at me #reo mikage x reader #reo x reader #mikage reo x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #reo mikage #mikage reo #reo fluff #reo x reader fluff #blue lock

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

The white hair tragedy

Headcanon: The white hair makes them go bruhhhhh ft Dazai, Ranpo and Kunikida Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.

Dazai:

He was horrified.

And pretty much earraped the whole agency

"Y/N LOOK" "Dazai there is nothing to scream" "ITS A WHITE HAIR"

He is 22 but he looks 32

He hasn't even reached middle age and saw a white hair.

"TELL ME ITS ATSUSHI'S FUR AND NOT MY HAIR Y/N"

Yup he is in denial.

Have to imagine him rushing to the nearest store to buy hair dye.

"Dazai, its nothing" "Y/N I AM GROWING OLD" "So?"

"I CANT DIE OLD, I AM STILL YOUNG"

Insert that one meme of masterfu (if u get it, you get it)

Am pretty sure he just overreacted to the situation.

You eventually had to just pull the strand of white hair.

"Oww I hurts Y/N" "Good you deserve it" "How mean..." Dazai slander 101

Kunikida was relieved to find peace. Whereas you just sighed at your boyfriend who changed the male restroom's hand wash with the dye.

Ranpo:

Oh boy. You were just squishing your boyfriend in your arms when you saw a single strand of white hair.

You practically yelled at him.

"I WAS RIGHT! YOUR SWEETS GAVE YOU EARLY MIDDLE AGE CRISIS"

He opened his eyes, for the first time and just looked at the white hair

HE JUST PLUCKED IT OUT AND CONTINUED EATING-

Yeah you were just speechless.

You snatched his snacks and ran

Poor baby doesn't know how to put his shoes to run after you.

Kunikida:

Am pretty sure he didn't even notice it till Dazai pointed it out.

"Kunikidaaaa" "What Dazai?" "Don't stress, you pretty much have white hair"

Insert bone's fisheye for Kunikida

Am sorry i had to-

He practically wouldn't scream like Dazai but wouldn't be chill like Ranpo.

He is just having 'questioning my life choices which led to this' moment

That was until you decided to pluck out the white hair.

"Y/N L/N WHY DID YOU DO THAT, IT HAS DISTURBED MY IDEAL HAIR" "Ideal hair?" You replied raising an eyebrow

"You mean the sorry excuse of growing bottom hair longer?" Dazai commented from behind

Rip Dazai.

Its short, weird and unedited but i had fun writing it (No it wasnt because i wrote it half asleep)

I was going to write for Atsushi when i realized, He has white hair-

i cant bring Chuuya having white hair HE IS IMMORTAL AND STILL A GROWING TEENAGER

here is a gif by yours truly me <3 (because i wrote this hc weird ngl take these people and bless your eyes with their presence after reading this cursed post)

#bsd #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd fluff #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai hcs #dazai fluff #bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs headcanons #dazai #osamu dazai #kunikida x reader #kunikida fluff #bungou stray dogs x you #kunikida #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #doppo bsd #doppo kunikida #ranpo #ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #bungo stray dogs ranpo

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for editing my friends cover letter and then telling him I wouldn’t give him my employee number for a referral if he used the cover letter he wrote? (Emojis to find this whenever it posts)

✍️🧠

For some context… I work for a HUGE university that is extremely hard to get a job at. I have friends in HR here now and they said pretty much every job posting (and the postings are pretty sparse) gets a minimum of 250-300 applications. I got extremely lucky securing my job and truly do not take that for granted. And now that I’m an “insider” I have the ability to make referrals for my friends so that they can at least get an interview and hopefully a job here too and hop on the good pay and excellent benefits train especially since we’re all coming up on 26, therefore, we are all losing our health insurance (yay America).

So, one of my friends finished his masters degree recently and was looking for jobs in my area and saw something at my place of employment he was interested in. I told him I would be more than happy to look over his cover letter and resume before he submitted his application because I know what they look for in those. He said if there was any major changes he would pay me for edits too. I agreed because why not help my friend out. Give him a shot at this place.

And as much as I hate to say it… his cover letter was just… bad. It was so bad I reread it a good 5 times before I was fully able to comprehend just how bad it was. I had to go for a walk around the block to collect my thoughts on it. It literally made me question how he got a masters degree if I am being completely frank. It was also just so atrocious I offered to edit it for free because I felt so bad.

I don’t want to give specifics but think, half a paragraph on things he explicitly states that he has not done and will never do in his masters program, saying “folks” instead of colleagues (which is fine in conversation but like. Not for a cover letter ya know?), talked more about his experience in retail than he did his actual masters program, and just so so so much more.

So to just give him as fair of a shot as I could, I asked him for his thesis and service work that he did in his program, and asked permission to pretty much start from scratch on his cover letter. He excitedly agreed and told me to “go to town and do what you have to” and said “you know better than me what they’re looking for” and once I returned the final product to him he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the amount of jargon I inserted and the amount of changes I made to his “flare”. I had my friend in HR at the specific department I work at read it over and he said it was spectacular and he would interview someone with the cover letter in a heartbeat. I told my friend that and he still felt like I “robbed it of his personality.” I told him he’s welcome to edit it however he wants but my friends in HR said it was really strong how I wrote it and I would highly recommend not making any changes before he applies if he wants to get an interview and told him to just think on it for a bit before throwing in his application.

He didn’t respond for a couple of days and then called me out of the blue and told me he was working on his application now, was planning on using his original cover letter unedited, and needed my ID number for the referral. And I said… no. I am super super lucky to have my job and as jobs here are in such high demand I was scared to stick my neck out for him because I felt it might stain my reputation and reflect poorly on me. And he yelled at me and accused me I was being selfish and uppity about my job and that I needed to just give him the number because “if doesn’t matter anyway”. I tried to explain to him that any referral an employee makes gets added to their file regardless if the person got hired or not.

I did not want to stand by his original cover letter because I felt like it would’ve knocked him out of the running LONG before the interviews would’ve even started getting scheduled. I also feel it is important to add, I never told him his cover letter was garbage. I just told him it needed some work/jargon/fine tuning to the job description. I would never EVER say something like that to someone because I would never want to hurt someone’s feelings

I feel horrible. I didn’t want him to be hurt by the advice and changes I was making but I am in a very interesting and delicate position with my job in that I am one of like 5 people in any kind of administrative role at the entire institution that doesn’t have a bachelors degree. I secured my job because I worked as a temporary assistant for a few months and they loved me so much they made an exception to hire me in fully. I am deeply loved in my department and I truly love my job with all of my heart. It is wonderful and incredibly rewarding to do the work that I do so I really do not want to fuck this up for myself. I have had other friends apply and get jobs here with a little guidance and they love it too. I absolutely want that for my friend I was trying to help. I truly do. But he was not willing to take my advice and I just couldn’t risk sticking my neck out for him. So… AITA?

TL/DR: I work for a hard to get into place. Spent a lot of time fixing my friends app bc he writes like a 14 year old despite having a masters degree. He said he was using his shitty cover letter and asked for my referral number anyway and I told him no it’s not gonna happen because I can’t afford to stick my neck out like that since I got my job in a non traditional way leaving me a bit more vulnerable than most. I never explicitly told him “your cover letter is garbage” because I didn’t want to make him feel bad but warned him it would most likely not make it to the interviews and the one that I wrote him was applauded by my friends who work in HR.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[silv3rswirls]

Worship me

Warnings: 18+, unedited, yandere au, idol yoongi, stalking, online harassment, mentions/fantasies of sex and masturbation, obsession

Note: I wrote most of this in an hour. No one speak to me, I am unheathily in love with this yoongi. Also, I didn’t have the brainpower to write a like actual story with scenes and stuff, so I’ll probably post the little blurbs and such to go with this.

Until recently, Yoongi never found himself absorbed in his social media. Other than his members, and close personal friends he didn’t find himself scrolling aimlessly or jumping to see anyone’s new posts. That was until he stumbled on your profile. He was bored one night, and couldn’t sleep as he tossed and turned in bed so he went scrolling through his feed to check out what the other members were up to. He huffed as he accidentally clicked on Jin’s likes rather than hearting them. 

He would’ve click off right away like usual, but he stopped at the last second to see your profile nestled towards the top of the list. He tilted his head, why not check out some profiles? It would pass the time and hopefully bore his insomnia away. Maybe it would have worked if he hadn't spent well over an hour just looking at your posts, reading every caption; piecing together some kind of life story to go with your admittedly cute face. He closed Instagram and called it a night, thinking nothing more of you.

Too bad he woke up the next morning, sleep-deprived and cranky; only to open Instagram and scroll. Just for a few minutes to wake up, but eventually, he found himself typing in your username without much of a thought as to if you had posted- you had. He had to stop himself from liking it. What was he thinking? He could only imagine what would come from his official account liking some random girl's post just minutes after she posted it.

No more, he told himself, there was no need to go to your profile to kill boredom. He got ready for the day and headed to the studio to do something far more productive.

Productivity came hard though, as every day his desire to check your profile grew. He couldn’t help it, you were so cute and your posts were addicting- there wasn’t even much special about them, Yoongi told himself one evening, but still he looked. After a week of taking in every selfie and photo, reading your captions closely, and making his way through your older posts; he had completely sunken into the never-ending hole that was stalking your profile. He made note of everything you did, your likes, what you ate that day; it felt weird at first, but every day he found himself caring less and less. He was alone, doing it in his free time. You posted it all for people to see, so didn’t he have a right to look?

Every few minutes he checked for your updates, he hated not being able to follow you. Sometimes the temptation to do so struck him hard, but he held off. He wanted to comment, and tell you how beautiful you were. How much he loved your interests and humor, hated how you interacted with other men in your comments. He wanted to talk to you, this wasn’t fair. Didn’t he deserve to talk to you?

Yoongi was drinking more than usual, why? He couldn’t say. Maybe sipping on liquor and staring at you has become his new favorite pastime. He spent god knows how long locked in his studio doing it, his work neglected as he favored you. He’d get tipsy, get flirty and think about everything he’d say to you. He typed it out sometimes, teasing the idea of sending you a message. 

He wanted to send them, so badly.

He’d get upset, start drinking more and then get sloppy with his messages. They turned from light and flirty to downright awful. Paragraphs filled with how much he wanted you, in every way he wanted you. How he thought about going to that cafe you were always at just to see you, how he wanted to give you everything, how he wanted to touch you; how he wanted to fuck you and never speak to you again, or how he wanted to be with you forever. Use you. Love you.

Sometimes he would get a little too worked up thinking about, staring at pictures as you went out in cute outfits with your friends. Tonight was starting to feel that way, he was leaning back at his desk, eating up your new post about going out to the bar with some old friends. You weren’t that dressed up, inches of your skin weren't on display. You looked how you usually did, but Yoongi found himself shifting in his seat uncomfortably as his cock twitched in his pants. He was growing warm, mouth a bit dry as he m ogled over your pictures. Never had he considered himself to be so needy like this, but he couldn’t help but to slip down his pants and tug at his cock. Just thinking about you did something to him, made him want to whine for you to touch him; be with him.

He stood, one hand keeping him propped up against his desk as his head lulled down, little grunts and half moans filling the dark studio. His eyes fluttered open, looking at the space of the empty desk beneath him. He could imagine you laying there under him. Thrown with care in a rush of passion, his hungry eyes traced your every curve. Sometimes his fantasies felt so real, in the daze of lust he’d reach for you under him only to be reminded that you weren’t there.

He’d wake up the next morning and feign guilt for even thinking to speak to anyone that way, but deep down he knew he had passed guilt a long time again. What he said was true, and he wanted you to know it. He never felt guilt for getting off to the thought of you though. You were always posting such cute photos, didn’t he deserve to do it?

Two months into his insistent stalking a new face started to appear in your posts. Though you always said he was a friend in your captions or comments, Yoongi felt an immense weight of jealousy on his shoulders every time. Sometimes he could barely look at your profile, you posted too much with that damn guy. It pissed him off, unreasonable anger boiling in his as he gripped his phone tighter and rolled his eyes. The way you let other men put their hands on you. His arm was thrown over your shoulder, smiling ear to ear, or how when he held your waist in one. 

He’d get drunk and think about all the nasty things he’d call you, and all the horrible things he’d do to that guy if he ever saw him. 

Call him insane, but he created a fake profile just days after so that his fantasies of talking to you could be true. Still, locked in his dark studio with desire squirming and eating at his insides, he went all in. He couldn’t calm himself down to play it cool- he was damn near begging you to stop posting that guy, to accept his affection and not his. He went on and on about you, how he had been watching your profile- how one day he saw you at your favorite cafe, that he waited for hours hoping you’d come.

You read it but didn’t reply.

Tonight he was fuming, and a bit tipsy as he looked at your new post. He wet his lips, eyes burning as he kept a hard stare on his screen. Whoever that guy you are with was, he looked pathetic. Yoongi could only sneer. If only you knew that he had messaged you, not some random faceless man, but Min Yoongi- the Min Yoongi. Far superior to any random man you would ever post in your feed.

Rather than continued to gravel at the will of your Instagram feed with fucked up fantasies of you, occasionally hoping to see you in public and just look at your beauty. He should be making you chase him. If only you knew, you’d be at his fucking feet in an instant. The image sent a thrill to his head. He didn’t care about keeping his ego in check anymore. He was Min Yoongi; a genius producer, a worldwide superstar. Other men could never compare, you should be at his feet begging for every part of him.

He deserved you, how dare you disrespect him? How dare you not reply to his messages, shouldn’t you be grateful? You post so much, didn’t you deserve this?

He dragged a hand through his hair, his mind clouded with lust as he stared at your story. You were laying in bed with your cat, smiling as it walked over your stomach, the camera panning up to your smile as you giggled. A harmless video was no longer harmless to him, everything set him off. Everything you did made him want you more. He couldn’t recall a time that he had yearned so hard for someone, but it felt so good. He lets out a light sigh, rubbing himself over his jeans as he thinks about how you’d look so much better laying in his bed, or over his desk, or anywhere as long as he was there.

Though, he didn’t whine for you or think about how much he wanted you with him; he thought about how he deserved your presence. You should be here letting him have you, he deserved it. He was Yoongi, you should be here all over him. His eyes passed over his liquor bottles sitting untouched, he had stopped having to get drunk to think about you this way weeks ago. He ignored what that said about him, or how it marked how he was changing every day; falling deeper into a worse person.

He didn’t care anymore, he was Yoongi. He could do what he wanted, he had every right to treat you like this in his head and through the messages you still ignored. He wondered for just a second what the others would think of him if they found out. One day Namjoon had almost seen the messages on his phone, and Yoongi almost challenged him to see them and say something. So confident in his obsessions he was. 

He was Min Yoongi after all, he deserved to have you at his feet worshiping him.

#bts #bts x reader #bts imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #min yoongi #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #suga imagine #bts suga #yandere suga #yandere min yoongi #yandere yoongi #yandere suga x reader #yandere min yoongi x reader

[guardarecheluna]

Who was i, to deserve such a love?

Word count: around 2.1k Warnings: none except teeth rotting fluff and dadrry

Authors note; Hi! First post! I wrote this last year, but Lucia was just the other day, and i decided to post this to really set the mood for Lucia and christmas. I really love Lucia, and as a Scandinavian girlie i celebrate it religiously every year, and last years Lucia resulted in this messy piece. Again, i am in no way a professional writer, this is unedited and MESSY, but if you have any feedback for me or just an encouraging word or two, i'd love to hear it <3 enjoy lovelies.

It’s Elidas big choir day in the local church. Harry was struggling to get Elida’s coat on, clumsy fingers trying to zip up her tiny coat. He’s huffing and puffing by the time she’s finally got her thick winter gear on to combat the icy winds on the other side of the door. Y/N is situated on the couch, still. Feeding their fresh baby, Ruth, just four weeks old. Ruth whimpers and writhes in her arms, not yet decided if she’s full or if she’s ready for her nap. ”I’ll buckle her up in seat, take your time, lover.” Harry shouted from the hallway, popping the baby bubble Y/N was currently in. Shaking out of her thoughts, she rises from the couch, Ruth on her shoulder, trying to get one final burp in before heading out to see Elida sing in the Lucia choir.

Harry never really understood the Lucia tradtition. When Y/N first started seeing eachother they were both living in London, which Y/N understood quickly, had no Lucia arrangements on december 13th. However, Y/N went on and on on their first few dates in december talking about the tradition. In scandinavia Lucia is celebrated on december 13th every year. Lucia was an old saint, apparently. Her story was told as she was a young woman, living in Sicily around 300 years A.D. She refused to be married of to a man and suffered the consequenses of a martyr death, but in her memory, it’s common to bake saffron buns and light candles, to bring some light in the absolute darkest season. Harry knew he was in love with her the moment she told him the story about Lucia. He knew by the time she had finally found a Lucia celebration in London and dragged him with her, that he wanted to buy her a ring. Harry was sold just hearing hear speak about her roots, traditions and her passion for keeping up with it, even though she was far away from home.

-

Y/N had been up early that morning with Ruth, leaving Harry to get another hour of slumber as he had been up with her throughout the night. She knew she couldn’t have a Lucia without her saffron buns. So there she was, barely 5 am, throwing sugar, flour, yeast and saffron in the mixture, Ruth drowsy on her chest. She had been trying to make this a tradition in their home, so that her family could wake up to the smell of freshly baked saffron buns on Lucia morning. And she was tired, god was she tired, but the smiles on Harry’s and Elidas faces when they wake up would be priceless, this she knew.

-

And now years later, having just welcomed their second baby girl, Y/N had signed her up for the Lucia event in their local church. She couldn’t help herself, she knew Elida would make the sweetest Lucia and Harry, although slightly apprehensive about a chuch choir, agreed when she reminded him about the tradition and how important it was to her.

With everyone in the car, Elidas long white dress and pretend candlecrown packed they left, warm and fuzzy in the cold weather, and knowing that tears will shed from their eyes watching ther first daughter participating in the event. Harry grabbed the sling and put Ruth on his chest, leaving Y/N to help Elida get her white dress on. ”Mumma, i’m going to be Luica!” Eldia proudly said when she was finally dressed. Twirling around and dancing in her long gown in the entrance of the church. Y/N smiled at her daughter, pride filling her chest at the little person she’s forming into. ”You are, my love. The prettiest one.” Ruth was fast asleep on Harry’s chest, letting out small puffs of air while Harry’s lips were constantly ghosting on the top of her head, breathing in the baby scent that he just couldn’t get enough of.

Elida was off as soon as she saw her choir teacher, giggling with all the other children in the choir and getting their little voices ready for the event. Y/N and Harry sat down on the benches, quite up front sp they could get a good look at Elida during her performance. ”How are you feeling?” Harry murmured, sound muffled with his lips still ghosting over Ruths downy hair. He had noticed how Y/N had gotten quiet, and by now, he could read her quite well. He knew she was excited, nervous, proud, all at the same time. But of course, he’d still ask. She let out a breath she had been holding, body inching closer to Harry to let her in on his warmth. ”I’m alright, it just feels…full circle in some ways. I can’t belive this is where we ended up” She gave him a watery smile, eyes glazed over from the overwhelming feeling. Harry chuckles. He knows exactly what she’s talking about, and he’s thinking about it too. How their little girl grew up so fast. How it feels like it was yesterday when Y/N had dragged Harry along to his first Lucia celebration, with that all consuming, freshly in love feeling aching in their hearts.

Harry had grabbed her hand as they sat on the bench in the old church, giving it a squeeze to get her to look at him. ”I never imagined myself being where i am today, and i wish i could tell you how all of this feels for me too, but i think you already know.” He said, eyes already watery as he’s thinking of his oldest baby girl performing in just a few minutes. Y/N smiles, leaving him with a kiss on his jaw, and a kiss on Ruth’s soft head. She squeezed his hand back, and she was just supposed to answer him when the lights dimmed and and the faint voices of the childrens choir started sounding in the back of the church. Their heads turned towards the back of the church, seeing a little train of children dressed as Luica, gingerbreadmen and little elves trailing down towards the altar. Elida was singing on the top of her lungs, not yet having spotted her parents in the crowd, and looking around the church like the curious child she is. Harry and Y/N was beaming with pride as Elida finally spotted them in the benches, waving energetically, with Harry and Y/N waving back.

With the choir in the front of the church, their little candlecrowns slidning here and there on top of their heads, Ruth had started writhing againgst her father’s chest. The mummy instinct immidietly kicked in with Y/N and she turned her head away from Elida to coo at her second baby girl. ”I’ve got her, i’ll walk around for a bit to soothe her” Harry said, a now experienced father to his newborn. He rose from the bench, ditching the sling in his seat, cradling Ruth in the crook of his arm. He sneaked out of the row, walking down the aisle while bouncing Ruth, whispering incoherent scentences to his littlest love. Y/N had to turn around to the front, focusing on Elidas performance, instead of watching her glorious baby daddy having a moment with his daughter. She let out a shaky breath, he looked so good with their baby in his arms. She’d give him a million if she could just to watch this scene unfold again and again. Not that there was anything special with his looks on this particular day, just plain beige trousers and a loose, button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up due to the heat in church with all the candles, and his uruly hair is tamed by a single hairclip.

Suddenly Elida spots Harry and Ruth in the back of the church, bouncing around with slow steps. Elida takes a step forward out of the choir, searching to contact with her father, and the moment she knows that she’s spotted him, she waves and waves, and finally let’s out ”Hi daddy!! Hi Wuth!” With her tiny, but mighty, 4 year old voice. Harry is startled, the crowd of people turning their heads to the back of the church where he was stood. Many women oogling his tattooed forearms with his fresh baby cradled in the crook of one. Y/N couldn’t stop laughing, it was like a pot boiling over as she let out a genuine laugh at her daugher. That girl truly had no shame. Y/N watched Harry as he blushed, raisin ghte hand that wasn’t holding Ruth, and waving, shouting back. ”Hi darling!” A stream of giggles and embarrassed laughter rolled through the church, finding their little Elida absolutely adorable with her curly hair and crooked candlecrown.

-

As they stepped through their front door, with one sleepy child in each of their arms, Y/N and Harry smiled at eachother as they put Elida down for a nap after her big day. Ruth got changed and put in her crib for some downtime. The parents stepped out of their daughters bedrooms at the same time. ”You know,” Harry said as he walked up to Y/N. ”She’s absolutely insane, that girl, i don’t know if we’ll be able to keep up with her.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, eyeing him. ”Hmm, and i wonder where she gets that from?” Acting clueless as a big smile takes over her features. Harry bites down a laugh, looking down at the floor below them, grabbing Y/N to bring her close to him. ”She did really good.” He said, eyes still gleaming with pride. That was his daughter, His own flesh and blood becoming a person and growing up in front of their eyes, all too quickly, ”She did. I really hope she’ll take on the tradition and love it as much as we do. I have to say though, i thought maybe she would freak out when she saw the crowd, i’m surprised she didn’t care too much” Y/N said softly, knowing that Elida wasn’t nessicarily shy, but she could definitely become overwhelmed with that many people. Harry nodded, looking down at Y/N, a look in his eyes. ”Are you even listening to me?” Y/N laughed as she tilted her head, questioning him. ”Mhm, i’m listening. Just thinking.” He said, proceeding to hide his face in her neck, leaving a few soft kisses around her pulsepoint. ”Yeah? Penny for your thoughts?” She answered, genuinely interested if it was going to be a horny answer, or a lovey-dovey answer. ”I’m so in love with you. I’m so in love with our daughters. I want you to know that i’m not taking any of this for granted, not you, not these traditions, not our love. I just…i feel like my heart is bursting with all these emotions for you, Elida, and Ruth, that i sometimes don’t know where to put them.” He confessed, head still in her neck, crouched down, with Y/N’s hands running soft patterns on his back. This was indeed not a horny comment. She smiled, taking his face in her hands and looked at him. ”You put them here. With me, in our home, with our family. Write it down, take pictures, spend time. I know just the feelings you’re talking about. I feel it too. And although i sometimes have a hard time accepting that this actually is my life, i’m so thrilled about it. I love you, you know this, but…i promise to never stop putting my feelings here as long as you promise me the same.” She said, eyes scanning his features, landing on his forrest green eyes. ”I promise.” He said, leaning in to catch her lips with his. Warm, plushy lips dancing together, like they were made for eachother. ”I love you.” He told her between soft kisses, ”I’ll never stop, i don’t think i can.”

#harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #harry #ficmas #lucia #dadrry #dad!harry #Elida and Ruth

[chaotic-nick]

Boyfriend! Miche Zacharias Boyfriend Headcanons 𐑺ִ - 🌳 ₪ ˚ Ꮺ 🧺ꞌꞋ

note: am I back? am I back? I hope so 😭🤚 I'm a day late, but here's a miche zacharias boyfriend headcanons. [Miche HC anon if you're reading this, hi. I wuvyu] I've so much to post about him in my drafts but time and being burnout is not so fun

warnings: unedited (I'm typing all this on my phone) slight mention of an FWB relationship, reader is artist-coded, Miche calls reader 'doll'

boyfriend Miche and you whose relationship really didn't *surprise* your pool of friends at all. The two of you already acted like a couple. If anything it was you two who were surprised.

boyfriend Miche and you who started off as being friends with benefits [here's a fic I wrote] where alot of nights were spent sleeping on his chest, or him sleeping above you

fwb Miche who looked at you one night, so close to asking if you two should *escape again*

fwb Miche offering his shoulder to you when you shyly rest your head once Hanji starts talking about a new government funded research on Ragako's cattle practice.

fwb Miche who checks up on you throughout Hange's story, noticing that your fighting off sleep.

fwb Miche who's heart stops beating. he was sure it stopped beating when you looked up and said, 'let's go home'

fwb Miche who confirmed that he felt more that just "I like being around (y/n)." when he looked at your sleeping figure on his passenger seat when he stopped at a red light.

boyfriend Miche who's more shameless I'm asking you if he could watch you draw/write/edit/paint.

boyfriend Miche who's worried that you'll injure yourself making your canvases, so he takes it up in himself. "Can't have you accidentally hammering yourself with this—" "might've happened once".

Boyfriend Miche who took it as his responsibility to make your canvases from then.

Boyfriend Miche who tries to play it cool that he's in love. Everyone at work notices him smiling more, smiling at his phone more. His interns were sure that it was his bike that shamelessly roared when the clock showed 5pm.

Boyfriend Miche who keeps all your doodles of you two in his wallet. Just underneath the polaroid the two of you had taken.

Boyfriend Miche and you who are still friends. One day you catch him smiling as he cooked, "You're smiling stupid" "I am?" He says with a smirk "I'm in love with the prettiest person alive" "oh"

Boyfriend Miche who takes in your stunned face, leaning towards you to peck your face. Then a quick one on the lips.

Friends who kiss more, as you two would joke about.

Boyfriend Miche never understanding why you two should match. slowly though, he's the one who initiates it. Matching watches, matching keychains, matching baseball caps.

Boyfriend Miche who likes towering over you when you two shop for groceries or go to bookstores, vending enough to rest his chin on top of your head.

Boyfriend Miche also has an embarrassing amount of pictures of you sleeping on him.

Boyfriend Miche who goes straight to your house than his after an unexpected overtime. "I'd rather be here than that apartment"

Boyfriend Miche who tiredly watches you from the couch as you put takeout food on plates. "You didn't have to, (Y/n).You're tired, too" "Yea.. I still wanna eat with you unless you don't want to"

Boyfriend Miche has that stupid smile again, forcing himself up from the couch and joining you on the floor. "What was my doll's day like?"

#nick headcanons #aot miche #miche zacharias #snk miche #snk mike #mike zakarius x reader #miche zacharias x reader

[fillinforlater]

Two Selfies

Male Reader x Naoi Rei

Length: 1000 words

Tags: quickie, couple sex, pussy eating, clit play, ass eating, ass fingering, hard sex, doggystyle, cumshot, pre/post sex pic, basically pornography, making people envy perhaps, girlfriend!Rei

TW: QUICKIE; UNEDITED

Inspiration: that Rei picture and random thought kekw

(A/N: I am back, with a quickie I wrote in 35 mins or so. Some bigger things will come soon, promise. @pfxhk I hope you don’t hate me uwu.)

"Vacation Selfie~ Miss you all" Posted by Rei.

In a matter of seconds, dozens of people double tap on the picture Rei posted on Instagram. Her cute pose in the hotel room is admired by her family, friends from work, girls that look up to her and slimy guys that simp for her relentlessly. No matter who, no matter where, they all raise Rei's like counter, while you raise an eyebrow.

Your girlfriend sits beside you on the white cushion. The two of you enjoyed a lazy morning with music on your phones, when she suddenly decides to do this. Not that you are against it, but the lack of anticipation makes you question if Rei really thought it through.

It is an agreement the two of you have decided on, sort of like a code or game. It was Reis idea and it's for her amusement:

Whenever she posts a cute picture to lure in all her desperate male admirers, you have to stimulate her while she chats with them. After that, you are allowed to have your way with her. A lot of things are fair game with Rei, so it's one of your most exciting times of the week.

And now, she triggered it again.

Immediately, you pull down her loose dungaree along with her panties as she gets onto all fours. Rei's hair is always trimmed perfectly, and you relish in playing with her pussy and the beauty surrounding it. As always, she gives her most beautiful, shy giggle while not-so-shly pressing her ass onto your face.

"You taste needy, dear."

"Hihi, not as needy as these guys."

This is the part where you eat her out, play with her highly sensitive clit or rim her gorgeous ass, while she plays with the hopes of some poor losers. It's an evil game and you should be ashamed of doing this—but you feel no shame. There is only room for pride in your head, because Rei is yours.

"You're so pretty. I'd looooooove to go out for ice with you. Terrible. In the trash, hm."

The first comment. The tip of your tongue rests at her hard nub, your fingers gently spread her labia open. Then you move over the slick, juice folds and collect nectar. A sudden suck makes Rei giggle and mewl into her next comment.

"I would literally—hihi, huuuu—die for you, my Queen. Take my humble heart, please. Aww, he tried~."

Your journey continues. You arrive at the valley Rei's full ass cheeks form. Her puckered hole twitches delicately, and you waste no time looking at it any longer. Eagerly you eat out Rei's ass, sucking, licking, dragging your tongue over it. A kiss to her left to start the finale.

"Feels so good~. Are you a door? Cuz I'd smash you. This one is funny, babe—oh God!"

The knuckles of your middle finger disappear in Rei's asshole. Gently you thrust and curl it. Your girlfriend drops the phone and takes her first look backwards. She might still look incredible, wonderful even, but her innocent cuteness is replaced by fluttery eyes and a wide open mouth. Moans and curses fly from it.

"My turn, babe."

"Yes, of course."

"Stay like this. I know how to make your pussy even tighter."

Before she can respond, you fish out your cock and push it against her entrance, finger still firmly in her ass. Then you glide in easily and press your digit down onto the entering cock. Rei gasps and you lean next to her ear.

"So? You want me to leave and let some of these fuckers take your holes?"

"N-no."

"Really? They sounded convincing. Maybe they are good in bed."

"No! Th-their cocks are small and they could never fuck me l-like you."

"Exactly."

Press Rei's head down and fuck away. Her screams shoot into the mattress, the same soaks up her drool. Sadly, not every bit of her spotless back is visible, because she didn't remove her blue top, but with a yank her tits are freed. They are always bigger than in your head and flap around as you pound into Rei's cunt.

Your ass-fucking finger isn't idle either. It moves up and down rapidly, making Rei's incredible tight pussy tighter in crazy intervals. Rarely have you felt this close this early. However, a final extreme is yet to come. 

A companion. A second finger. It penetrates Rei and she shrieks, her legs shivering, mouth gaping.

"B-babe."

"Relax. God, why is your ass so fucking amazing?"

"Babe, ahh!"

This is your favorite Rei: ass up, face visible from the side still, drool all over. Her brown locks stick to her sweaty skin, her ass ripples, but her fat thighs ripple more. And her insane pussy doesn't stop to squeeze out your baby batter. Spurt after spurt is fucked out of your balls, leaving them dry, but satisfied. Rei is perfect. 

Give her thighs a slap, then it's time to pull out. Your dizzy head comes up with a satisfying finish on the fly, as you force her head back up.  God, in this state it’s almost a waist not to kiss her lubricated lips that ruin the blanket with drool.

"Strike the pose from before, quick!"

Rei does as told and you jerk yourself off in front of her. Streaks of white, gooey cum adorn Rei, from her hairline to her bosom. She is perfect, even for painting and as she is still panting and winking with her left eye, you take a picture with your phone.

"Hey!"

"Nice. They all see you like this—"

You show her the original Instagram picture. Rei, adorable, innocent, excited with squeezable cheeks. The Rei everyone has in mind all the time.

"—but I get to see this."

Then you flip to the new pic. Rei, messy, lusty, exhausted with cum-glazed cheeks. The Rei only you have in mind and only you will continue to paint her.

Next time, you’ll fill her cheeks though.

#kpop smut #ive smut #rei smut #naoi rei smut #naoi rei #ive rei #ive rei smut #girl group smut #female idol #female idol smut #kpop fanfic #male reader smut #male reader insert

[apprenticestanheight]

Imagine rimming/pegging Adam for the first time and hes all sarcastic and sassy like convinced he wont really like it even saying youre a perv (like the smart ass he is), then the second you start hes whimpering like a bitch and spreading his legs and begging for more <3

Pegging Adam Stanheight Headcanons + blurb

OH MY GOD ANON thank you for opening the floodgates with this one. It feels like it's been AGES since I last wrote for Adam (i've spent a lot of my time focused on an AU with Lawrence and trying to get a couple ideas for other characters to work on on my off days lol) and writing a fic involving pegging just felt like the right move to make so--here's this??

I also also also am SUPER SORRY for how long this has taken--if you've looked at my blog since I started last week, you'd know I work a really fuckin weird rotating schedule and twelve hour days. This has been marinating in my inbox since before I started working, however, and before then I was just demotivated and so anxious it borderlined upon debilitating. I really hope you enjoy this one and that it makes up for the time you spent waiting for it to come out. Also hope you're okay with headcanons and a little bit of a blurb as the fic format, as it made more sense mentally for me to do it that way.

Fic type - this one is SMUT!! y'all should know what that means by now, too--minors, GO AWAY!! This fic is for those 18+ and if I see you interacting I will not hesitate with my bestie, the block button.

Warnings - pegging, praise, begging, the use of a strap-on, I wanted to get this out today so it's also unedited, and again, MDNI!!

All right, to start, you are the one who finds it interesting first. You spend a solid week wherein all of your horniest thoughts consist of Adam pinned to the bed beneath you, one of your hands holding his chin while he whimpers bc the strap-on you're using is so big and you're moving at a pace that's so slow he almost hates it.

Adam finds it mildly interesting--he's thought about it once, decided he might not like it but also decides to bring it up to you one random night bc you're both high, exhausted, and horny.

So, now you're wondering how it gets brought up, right?

WHHAAAAAAAAAAALEEEEEE, Adam brings it up half asleep, when you're both in the aforementioned state of high and horny and also very exhausted.

"How would you feel about pegging, baby?" and then you're pulling him close bc he's not close enough (his chin is tucked into the crook of your neck and you can smell the mint and cigarettes that he emanates even when he's not smoking. You just want to meld yourself to him bc when you get high, yeah time ceases to be something you believe in but when you're high with Adam you're the clingiest person Jersey ever did see)

and you're saying "yeah, that would be fun, Adam," bc it has consumed your thoughts wholly for a solid two or three weeks by then, but you're wanting to be chill about it.

both of you are completely out to the world like, five minutes thereafter.

It does, however, get brought up the next night. He agrees to it pretty easily, says that the two of you can try it the next time you have sex and if neither of you like it then that's that, and if he doesn't like it, then you respect his boundaries enough to respect that about him.

You buy a strap-on on a compete whim from a sex shop near your apartment on a random wednesday, buy lube that day too bc sex safety and all.

Both of them wind up being used on a friday night, when Adam is stressed bc post-saw vet school has taken it's toll and if he has to study one more minute, he'll lose his mind.

You have dom/sub dynamics in the sexual aspect of your bedroom and both of you are switches, and Adam asks if you have the necessary things to peg him and laughs when your face just lights up at the idea.

You prep him, and the entire time that goes on, Adams like "I'm unsure about how this'll feel, but if it's not my thing, meh. I don't think I'll like it but trying it will have been decent, at least."

AND THEN YOU START

and Adam is still thinking he's probably not gonna enjoy it as much as you will.

"When did you become such a perv, baby?" is said by him in a few different variations when you're prepping + rimming him. It eggs you on and he knows that, wants whatever comes with it.

And then, you actually start pegging him--the strap-on you bought is a fairly large eight inches in length, a fairly thick girth, and blue just because, and seeing him beneath you is probably akin to seeing the handsomest man to ever exist?? maybe??

SO ANYWAY, you start, and Adam goes from thinking he won't really like it to needing you to bottom out like, instantly. He likes how it feels to be split open in that way, doesn't so much as TRY to hold back his moans.

He does try to look away, though--he's loud and proud of it but also somewhat embarrassed bc he's not really one to be submissive in the relationship (you work in marketing and deal with people all day so you come home wanting to be fucked into thoughtlessness more than he)

you, however, don't let him, and when you push into him another inch and a half, he moans lewdly while staring directly at you. it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen.

When you finally bottom out, pressing a kiss to the sweet spot on his neck as one of your hands goes to his cock, Adam is feeling so amazing that he's convinced he'll start seeing stars.

You've heard Adam beg but a few times since you'd started dating, and it's been amazing every single time.

That night, he begs so much that you're sure you could bottle it and use it to get black-out drunk, should you have pleased.

He spreads his legs a bit more to let you have better access and moans when you start from a different but better angle.

He becomes a mess SO QUICKLY TOO IT'S THE FUCKING HOTTEST THING

all in all?? pegging him is one of the best decisions you could've made for your relationship bc both of you love it so much

-

"Oh my God, Y/N," he's moaning, helplessly, as you thrust quickly into him. "Oh my God. Please, please, please don't stop. Please--fuck."

"I know," you kiss the sweet spot on his neck, quickening the pace of your hand on his dick. "You're taking me so good, Adam. This is one of the best things I've ever seen. You're so hot, beneath me and begging to come, mm?"

Adam is so blissed out that he's almost not thinking, and when he comes he already knows he's gonna be a thoughtless mess from your ministrations. He's cock-drunk, loving the way that your strap-on fills him up and never wanting that to end.

"Fuck," he moans, not even trying to suppress the sound. "So close, Y/N. I'm--ah!"

You laugh, kissing his cheekbone as ropes of his come spurt from his dick and paint his stomach.

"You're so cute when you're cock-drunk like that," you laugh again. "You liked it?"

You're pulling out of him, slowly, as he nods. "Yeah," he says. "I loved it, actually."

You clean up his stomach and clean up yourself, having come from the feeling of the strap-on against your clit and the sound of Adams moans. When you climb into bed with him again, he pulls you close and holds you tightly.

"I love you, Y/N," he says.

"I love you too, Adam," is your, admittedly very exhausted sounding, response. "Next time I peg you, you're riding me while I sit with my back against the headboard. You love that position when I'm the one doing the riding, and I wanna know what the fuss is about."

Adam laughs, kisses your collarbone and gives your ass a cheeky little smack in form of a response.

You fall asleep not soon after, naked and cozy in each others arms.

#adam stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw (2004)

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

Wally, Darling ♥ [Part 4]

[Rest]

Wally Darling x F! Archi! Reader

(Some domestic fluff again! I wanted to post the proposal and the wedding chapters first before going back to domesticity, but I couldn't seem to like anything I wrote at all and I just kept redoing everything and everything. So unfortunately, the proposal and wedding chapters are going to have to be late because I am stressed out (we'll be going back to our usual classes and I'm not really looking forward to it). So for comfort, I made this and yeah, hope you enjoy!)

(unedited, so forgive me for any grammar mistakes and spelling problems)

Everything was quiet. Save for the sounds of heavy rainfall hitting against the glass of Home’s windows and the crackling of fire from the fireplace in front of her, it’s warmth saving her from the coldness of the air on this rainy day.

She was basically face first into the couch as she lay on it, her whole body exhausted and unwilling to move even the slightest after an entire day of helping out the neighborhood with whatever it was they needed help with. And there were so many things that needed to be done.

The sound of the door opening and then closing brings her attention to the footsteps that echoed, already familiar with the sound that slowly approached her on the sofa before he even spoke.

“Someone’s exhausted,” he chuckled, and despite the monotonous sound of his voice, she could hear the slightest bit of a tease in his tone, and she could only let out a grumble of a response, not really in the mood to do anything but lay down. She could feel the softness of Wally’s fingers graze her cheek, tucking the hair that fell on her face behind her ear and then pressing a gentle kiss on her temple, the gesture enough to make her stomach twist and turn as a small smile finally tugged at her lips.

“There’s that smile I’ve been looking for,” Wally hummed, “Do you want me to bring you anything from the kitchen?”

It took her a while to think of anything that would be good to drink or eat, “A cup of coffee would be nice.”

“Hm,” Wally thought, “No.”

“What?” She peeked one eye up at him, and he was staring down at her, unblinking as he usually was.

“Coffee makes you stay up late at night, and right now that’s the opposite of what you should be doing.” He gives a small smile, “I don’t want you passing out from exhaustion.”

“I’m not going to, I promise,” she sighed, slowly pushing herself up to sit. “And besides, coffee doesn’t affect me that much anymore.”

Wally gave her a look. A knowing look. “That’s what you said last time. And then you proceeded to be up until 3 AM, worrying about your projects.” The worry in his eyes were evident, and she could feel the tug of guilt pulling at her heartstrings at the thought of ever worrying him like this. Home seemed to back him up on that thought, the sounds of creaks and squeaks of complaints from the floor and cabinets echoing in the room.

She sighed, placing a hand against her aching temple as Wally moves to sit beside her on the couch, letting her lean her whole body against him so he could wrap an arm around her in some sort of embrace.

“I’m sorry,” she huffed. “I don’t know. Coffee helps me think, and right now all I’m getting is blank and I can’t move my body at all and I have so much left to do—”

She feels him squeeze her shoulder in reassurance, cutting her off from her rant and once again letting her body succumb to the comforting warmth of his own.

“It’s alright,” he leans his head against her shoulder. “That just means you need to let yourself take a break. Don’t overwork yourself too much, okay?”

She was about to protest, but was immediately cut off by a sudden peck on the lips that moved to her cheek. And she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as Wally brings her face in between his hands to continue pecking at her face like she usually does with him.

“Alright! Alright!”

Now that made him stop, and she carefully moves to wipe at her face, still giggling under her breath. And he looked more than satisfied at finally making her laugh.

“Now, do you still want anything from the kitchen?” He asked yet again, and she took his hand in her own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Nah,” she sighs, letting her eyes close. “Just stay here with me?”

Wally only hummed in confirmation, letting her wrap her arms around his form before bringing the both of them down on the sofa together. It didn’t take long at all for her to fall asleep, and not a minute after that, Wally decided to follow, eyes falling shut and letting the warmth of his darling and the sound of her light snores lull him to sleep.

#fanfic #welcome home fanfic #fanfiction #welcome home wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home #wally darling brainrot #welcome home wally darling #wally darling #wally darling x reader #x reader

[dearspiritss]

“Attention” - Cirrus/Phantom

Kinktober day 1: Pegging

I wrote this on my phone so it’s unedited, also first time posting smut?!? Be nice, also I apologize in advance- Anyways enjoy :3

How did he get himself into this situation? Sat down bare on his knees, the cold, wooden floor under him wet from the pre that gradually leaked from the tip of his-

That morning, Phantom woke up with the severe need for attention. The little voice in the back of his head was practically screaming, begging for it. He decided to make it his mission of the day to get as much attention as he could from his pack mates. He thought everyone was going to be easy, if only he knew how wrong he was.

He was one of the only ghouls who rose before the sun, always up before everyone else no matter what. His first victim of the day, Rain.

The only reason the water ghoul gets up so early is to take care of himself. He does everything he needs to do before properly starting his day. That’s why he always looks so damn good. So, with his target locked in, Phantom started his journey to Rain’s room. He approached the door, gently knocking against the wood with cold knuckles. A quiet “It’s unlocked” came from behind it, inviting him in.

A smile spread across Rain’s face as he watched the quint slip into his room, closing the door behind him. Without a word, Phantom simply crawled into the bed and plopped down onto Rain. “What’s wrong, baby?” Phantom shook his head, looking up with a small smile. “Just wanted some early morning cuddles? Is that it?” Phantom nods, letting his head fall onto Rain’s chest with a happy chirr. “Well, who am I to say no?”

Phantoms day continued like this. Making breakfast with some head pats from Swiss, a sugary sweet make out sesh in the greenhouse with Mountain, one-on-one guitar practice with Dew, gossiping with Aurora while she braided his hair, and a nice long nap with Cumulus- but he was still missing one person. Cirrus, who was completely focused on paperwork and ignoring everyone.

“Cirrus, can we watch a movie or something?” The only response he got was the shake of her head. “Why not? Don’t you wanna spend time with me?” She looked away from the papers she had scattered about, a hint of hurt in her eyes. “Of course I do, Ant, but I still have work to get done. Do you think you can wait?” He pouts, but plops down onto the floor beside her and nods. “Good boy, just try to be patient for me.”

He tried, he really did, but he wasn’t known to be patient. Only five minutes passed before he began pestering her again. “Can’t you just.. finish it later?” She sighs, sounding a little frustrated, but doesn’t turn her gaze away from her papers. Phantom groans and rolls his eyes, murmuring in infernal. He thought he was quiet, quiet enough to where Cirrus couldn’t hear him. “I can hear you, Ant. This will be your only warning.” He scoffed and turned around. “What are you gonna do about it?”

The sound the ghoulette slamming her pen down made him jump. “My room, now. You know how I want you. You sit there and you wait.” He didn’t argue, he couldn’t. The tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes already has him chubby in his now overly tight jeans. He quietly stood, escorting himself down the hall. As soon as he entered the chilly room, he stripped himself bare, folding his clothes neatly and sitting on the icy wood floors. There he waited, now very patient.

Ten minutes later, the door opened with a click and Cirrus slithered her way in, cooing at the sight of the ghoul before her. He sat on his knees, hot and heavy between his spread thighs, with his arms behind his back. “Now you want to listen? Fucking brat.” She gripped the sides of his face, forcing him to look up at her. His eyes were red and puffy, a few tear stains down his cheeks- and she could lie and say he didn’t look pretty like this, but she couldn’t deny the heat gradually growing within her.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.. Too bad you had to act out, now I’ve got to punish you for it.” She noticed how his cock kicked, a blurt of pre dripping onto the hard floor below them. “Up and onto the bed.” He did as she said. Now on all fours, presenting himself to her. “Good boy.” She praised and he shuttered. She rummaged through her nightstand for the bottle of lube she kept, popping it open and slicking up three fingers.

The first went in easy, the second she had to work in, and the third took Phantom’s breath away. He writhed and moaned from the pure pleasure of having three fingertips pressed against his prostate. “Please, please, please touch me-“ She chuckled, removing her fingers and nearly drooling at the way his little hole clenched around nothing. “You’re lucky I prepped you, I choose tonight.” Phantom gasped, immediately knowing what she meant.

She hummed, rummaging through that drawer. The drawer everyone knew of and what consisted inside it. She pulled out one of the biggest straps from her collection, slipping on the harness and securing it around her hips. Cirrus looked up, grinning at Phantom’s terrified expression. “If you’re going to have an attitude, I might as well fuck it out of you.” She noticed how tense the little quint became, so she slid a soothing hand up and down his back. “You can handle it, I know you can. If you’re good for me I might reward you.”

He nodded and she lubed herself up, pressing gently against his awaiting hole. Pressing in inch by inch and watching her not-so-innocent victim was her favorite part. Watching their faces contort in pain mixed with pleasure, watching them fall apart-

She lived for it.

Phantom held his breath until Cirrus bottomed out, gasping for air that’ll burn his lungs when she did. Before he could speak, she was already ramming into him with a brutal speed. The only thing he could manage were the little “ah, ah, ah”s that fell from his lips. She cooed, running sharp claws into his hair and pulling back to see the blissed out expression on his face. “C-Cir-“

“So sensitive, so pathetic.” He wailed as he came. Thick, white ropes covering the soft blanket below him. Cirrus didn’t slow her steady pace, laughing as the quint whimpered from overstimulation. “Oh, baby, you thought that was it?” Phantom nodded as both of his arms collapsed, sending him face first into the bedding.

“I’m just getting started.”

#kinktober 2023 #ghost the band #ghost band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #aeon ghoul #phantom ghost #cirrus ghost #aeon ghost

[issylra]

I'm about to get murdered for bringing this back, oops. Tagged by @honeyteacakes, @moorishflower, @notallsandmen & @lenreli!

Rules: post the last line you wrote and then tag as many people as there are words.

Unedited, from the accidental sequel to the retired and very drunk Dream fic, where Hob gently coaxes Dream into talking about his wants and Dream gets to top for the first time in his brand new human body:

"Oh yes. You know at one point I'd half convinced myself you were some sort of woodland faerie? It was early on, mind you. But I had this idea that you'd whisk me off to the forest every hundred years. You needed my help, you see. For a very important fertility ritual. Had to bugger me against several trees if the crops were ever going to come in properly." "A fertility ritual," Dream repeats, face like he's tasted something sour. "That is… entirely inaccurate. The Faerie would care little for the harvest of a peasant's village. They would not deign to—" "Are you fact-checking the fantasy I had five hundred years ago?"

Tagging way less people than the rules demand: @tharkuun @aeon-of-neon @valeriianz @acrisisofbeholding @chaosheadspace @ml-nolan @reallyintoscience @teejaystumbles - don't feel obligated since I know we just did a round of these like three days ago and I am very late in responding.

#tag game #dreamling #dream x hob #retired dream au

[kanmom51]

Letter to troll

*Disclaimer: this is an angry rant written by a feverish covid patient. Saying that, me being sick while writing this does not mean I do not mean every single word I wrote.  It could only mean I might have missed something on the way.

To @PJM12023 (from here on to be called "dear troll") who might or might not see this cause you deactivated the account a mere second after you left a couple of comments on Jikook posts and sent me a stupid super ignorant and highly uninformed (or more so willfully so, I'd say):

Do you think I'm an idiot?

I think that's actually rhetorical question, seeing you did send me the ask, so the answer to that would probably be yes.

So as you probably think I'm stupid I'm here to inform you that I'm not.

I am not going to post your ask.

I am not going to hand you my platform on a platter for you to spew your lies and misinformation.

You are unwelcome here. So go find your be with your kind, I’m sure you’ll enjoy samlove608′s content so much more than mine.  And you know, it’s your choice, up to you, so I’m asking you ever so nicely to fuck off from here.  You are kind of lucky you deactivated cause I was planning to block your ass, but then, you know I would, so preemptive deactivation much?

I do just have to say one thing. It's itching at the tips of my fingers hitting this keyboard. I can't keep myself from not saying it, even if you might not even see this. 

But fuck, LV had little to no Jikook? What world are you living in? I'd guess the world of TKK edited TikTok or YT. The world of samlove608. I guess someone like that is your source for information when you make a statement like:

"If you think that jikook in the same frame is a "moment", well...bad news for you, that's not a moment. They're in the same group, of course they can stand next to each other on stage, during a song."

Me while copy pasting your load of bull crap.

I guess someone hasn't been watching original content dear troll.

I also guess someone has had zero access to social media during BTS's stay in LV. No, wait. I assure you, dear troll, you were allowed special access to the TKK 'moments', as little as they were (yes, me rubbing in the salt, cause I'm fucking sick of the lot of you trolls), but only said content, any JM in the frame deleted on the spot.

Yeah, not a moment, right?

You are right though. 

WTF?

I admitted you are right?

Oh, how different we are dear troll...

But let me be clear as a sunny day.  When I say I agree with you it’s on this:

Not every time members happen to stand by each other can be called a moment.

Oh so true.

I’ll give you your comment and raise you one.

We are the first to say that not every interaction or ‘moment’ is an indication that “they are boyfies”.  

But 

A member saying "Love you" to another member on stage between songs, well, that's a moment. 

And guess what else...

A member squeezing another member's ass, what to do, is definitely considered a moment.

A member knowing the smallest incidental information about another member’s grandmother is considered something, if not a moment.

Another member putting his foot in his mouth saying that while JM is walking around naked at home JK is the one in charge of the playlist, that is definitley something.

Two members choosing to spend their spare time together, not for promotions, not for the cameras, but while off camera, that is something.

I can go on and on and on and on and on and on and on.  

Literally.

So for you, dear troll, here's a masterlist with a shit ton of content, original content, unedited content from LV. Go read it. Go watch it.

I won't say that later you will come here and admit you were wrong. I'm not that naive. 

But then, I can always hope.

In any case, I’m writing this here once again, even though I’ve repeated this at the very least 1000 times, and even though I know that for you it’s like talking deaf ears, but there are others that will listen:

WATCH ORIGINAL CONTENT.

And if you watch edited content know it’s edited, many times manipulated into a short clip to show a point, at times twisting the whole interaction into something it never was.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU BELIEVE.

WATCH THE MEMBERS.  LISTEN TO THEM.

APPLY CRITICAL THINKING.

Ask yourself:  Is a post saying “a friend of a friend of the instructor from the ski resort told me...” something you can rely on?  

Or, when the story keeps changing, evolving as time goes by, can that ‘story’ be perceived as truthful?  

Or, when you have content you can actually see and a whole unsubstantiated story built behind it, is that story reliable?

Rule of thumb: Just don’t believe everything you read.  Someone taking the time to put it into writing doesn’t make it truthful.

There’s more, I know there’s more.  My covid fogged mind just can’t think of the rest right now on the one hand, and on the other my fever and anger are ‘forcing’ me to post right now.  It is what it is, lol.

In any case, to all you dear trolls out there:

Don’t expect coming here to my blog and me posting your shit asks.  I don’t have to prove anything to you, not to mention you have zero interest in hearing what I have to say.  All you want is this platform to spread your shit.  You ain’t gonna get it here.

Well, that’s my rant coming to an end.

Maybe we made some lemonade out of a very sour troll ask, who knows.

#my message to the trolls #watch original content #listen to the members #stay away from my blog

[naranjapetrificada]

Fanfic Friday!

I still don't completely understand it, so this week I'm just gonna reflect on things that happened while writing this arranged marriage longfic, some of which I posted about on here and some of which I didn't.

I gave up on the Soup Paragraphs that were haunting me and realized I can introduce them later if I must.

I got in some "let go and let god" practice when I realized I don't have to get every little throwaway detail right, especially when it slows down my progress/makes writing miserable.

My therapist wants me to see about applying this Free Yourself skill in my non-writing life, to which I say I know you are but what am I

Characters put themselves in situations without my input and it was great!

Ceremonies are hard to write but at least I now know what Ed and Stede would be like if they were kids in a school play.

I started watching Rome again after thinking about it last week in the wake of the cancelation (I've had it on DVD for years). Still problematic in the way something made in 2005 will be, but otherwise it holds up incredibly well.

I've also stopped caring as much about all the people using the world's problems as a bludgeon against OFMD fans and the campaign to to save the show. For all the reasons other people have already articulated well but also, on a personal note, because of what this show has done for my relationship with writing.

I won't get into too much detail but suffice it to say I have a lot of baggage around writing, because of all the "gifted" nonsense of my childhood and my MFA experience as an adult. I don't blame anyone per se, but unhelpful social frameworks were unhelpful. Let's just say that when Pop-Pop said "if you were ever good at anything go do that" to Ed, it didn't not remind me of feeling obligated to do something that used to be rewarding but isn't anymore because it's what you're "supposed" to do. Anyway.

I wrote three short (<2000 word) fics between seasons 1&2, the first fic I've felt like writing in over a decade. It was liberating as hell to write again in a low-stakes environment, and with blorbo motivation to power me through the difficult parts. I never, ever thought I would write anything longer than 2000 words, but for the past (several?) weeks now I've been alternating between two drafts in tropes I can't get enough of, the shortest of which is around 10,000 (admittedly unedited) words.

The other is longer, and every time I work on it I keep having to break shit up so the chapters stay under 5000 words. This is unprecedented for me, and I've wanted to share it so much that I'm running out of shit to post on WIP Wednesday that won't reveal the plot or require too much context. I've never been in a fandom as creative (and creatively inspiring) as this one, nor have I every written so much in a single fandom before.

My relationship with writing wouldn't be healing like this at all if it weren't for this show and this fandom, and in particular I want to highlight the freedom in embracing the "David Jenkins School of Historical Inaccuracy." In fact, I've been keeping a running list of AO3 tags for the fic I've made the most progress on, and there are several "David Jenkins School of ________" tags, including Archaeology, Theology, and Comparative Politics. Thanks to seeing DJ's philosophy at work it's now possible for me to move on from certain details when I get stuck because they're "inaccurate" for the setting or whatever in a way I never could before. Now I feel empowered to move on from tricky details by asking myself:

Is it funny?

Is it related to the plot?

Is it character-building?

And if the answer to all of those is no, then so is the answer to question 4: "does it matter?"

Assuming I finish these longfics they'll be the longest creative pieces I've ever written and beyond the longest works of fiction I ever thought I would write, and for that I'm eternally grateful. Even if the world we live in is a crumbling disaster. Especially if the world we live in is a crumbling disaster.

#ofmd #our flag means death #renew as a crew #save ofmd #fanfic friday #WIP it good #edward teach #ofmd meta #fandom meta #writing process #writing woes #fic writing #arranged marriage AU #ancient rome AU (sorta)

[moonlarked]

Wrote the beginning of this analysis like a year ago - posting the half-finished unedited version now because idk if I’ll ever get it done. Thoughts have obviously somewhat changed, but here you go.

In my opinion, Gertrude is one of the most important characters in Hamlet simply because of the relationship between her and her son. And it’s something of a negative relationship too - she’s portrayed as neglectful of her son’s grief. You could chalk this up to her having to bear the weight of the country on her shoulders, but there’s still a case to be made that she’s one of the main factors of hamlet’s mental downhill. It’s simply the fact that he wants her to love him, and she isn’t showing him that.

This is seen in the very first scene that hamlet appears in:

Ham.

(Aside.) A little more than kin, and less than kind!

King.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Ham.

Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.

Queen.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

Do not for ever with thy vailed lids

Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

Thou know'st 'tis common, all that lives must die,

Passing through nature to eternity.

Ham.

Ay, madam, it is common.

Here, we can see that Gertrude is siding with her husband - after he makes the first comment about hamlet’s dejected appearance, she backs the king up, trying to reach to hamlet directly and politely request that he stop grieving.

It’s insensitive and harsh - “all people die, so you shouldn’t grieve” - and it’s a safe bet to make that they’ve been giving him this treatment ever since his father died. Since he’s a prince, he has to uphold his status.

Hamlet still lashes back at her - however, instead of making a sarcastic gibe like he did to the king, he genuinely tries to explain himself to her.

Oueen.

If it be,

Why seems it so particular with thee?

Ham.

Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not

seems.

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of fore'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief,

That can denote me truly: these, indeed, seem;

For they are actions that a man might play;

But I have that within which passeth show;

These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Here he’s saying that although he shows his sadness through acts - such as his black clothing, his posture, his tears - they are not simply that, not acting, not putting on a show, not performing a little longer than the allotted royal grieving period. This sorrow comes from within, it is an actual, real emotion that he is feeling.

And he wants her to know that. That’s why he dumps all of this on her, not on claudius. He’s pleading her to understand him, and perhaps, to show a bit of that nature in her as well, because they both lost his father.

He wants her to know him. He wants to know her. And that’s a running theme throughout their interactions.

After this, we get claudius calling his grief unmanly and then demanding that he stay at Elsinore instead of going to Wittenberg. Hamlet doesn’t answer, however, until Gertrude pleads with him as well.

Queen.

Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:

I pray thee stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.

Ham.

I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

“Obey you, madam.” Not both of them. He doesn’t include claudius here. He is directly talking to his mother and obeying her wishes, because he does still love her.

This is something I will not budge on. Hamlet loves his mother.

But then. Then, we get hamlet’s first soliloquy.

But two months dead!-nay, not so much, not two:

So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on: and yet, within a month,

Let me not think on't, Frailty, thy name is woman!-

A little month or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body

Here we get a bit of timeline. It’s been not quite two months, yet before it had been a month, gertrude forbade her grief, put on a lighter face, and started acting like hamlet’s grief shouldn’t exist. Therefore, for a month, hamlet has been stuck in this horrid state of having his emotions buried by the king and queen - and that’s the worst thing that can happen to him, because he’s a passionate person who loves with all of his heart and can’t bear to hide this love, or have others hide theirs from him. (That’s why his mask of madness fit him so well. It was the only mask he could wear that would still let him feel everything and show everything.)

It makes sense, how resentful of her he is at this point. He still loves her, but he is bitter.

He’s talking about how much his father loved his mother, and this becomes a running theme, both hamlet and the ghost lamenting on how much the old king loved her - not how much she loved him, but how much he loved her.

It seems, then, that hamlet has this almost obsessive idea of the perfect family, the perfect mother and father - yet, interestingly, the dynamic between him and the ghost almost run contrast to this. The ghost waxes about his love for gertrude, but nothing of his love for hamlet. And hamlet does the same.

Does, then, hamlet see gertrude as the last remaining link to the loving family he wants and probably never got? Does his reaction to her emotional neglect possibly stem from an ongoing problem?

She married: - O, most wicked speed, to

post

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

It is not, nor it cannot come to good;

But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue!

Hamlet constantly talks about how incestuous this is, and, again, this is another thing he and his father have a pattern of doing.

This is two months after his father died. About one month after his mother married. And he’s still going on about it - again, this makes me think that there were family issues before canon.

Of course, there’s also the face that claudius was likely pushing his marriage into hamlet’s face at every chance he got - and this gives hamlet an even more personal reason to hate claudius.

In fact, hamlet and claudius’s first and last interactions both had something to do with hamlet’s treatment of gertrude.

After this, we get the ghost scene. And after telling hamlet about his murder, the ghost starts ranting about gertrude and claudius’s marriage - and I believe that this part of his speech is what fuels a lot of what hamlet says when he talks to his mother alone. Ironic, since the ghost told him to leave her alone.

Ghost.

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,-

O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power

So to seduce!-won to his shameful lust

The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!

From me, whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the

vow

I made to her in marriage; and to decline

Now, this is mostly the ghost talking about how evil claudius is compared to him, and how wicked claudius’s lust is, and how loving he was toward his wife. Which is interesting - if gertrude married claudius to protect the stability of her kingdom, why is the ghost talking about her backstabbing him? He was a king - shouldn’t he understand her political motivations?

There are two ways to see this - either gertrude truly did fall for claudius as quickly as it seemed, or the ghost is just using plain old misogyny to overlook the more complicated and explanation and pushing his misogyny onto his son. Instead of choosing to encourage his son to hold onto his love for his mother, he chooses to embrace that toxic masculinity and fuel the flame of it in hamlet.

I believe it’s a bit of both of these explanations- gertrude likely did fall for claudius, hamlet felt betrayed and lost, and the ghost took advantage of this vulnerable state in order to fuel resentment toward claudius. He manipulated his son’s broken relationship with his mother to achieve his own goals, which fits neatly with the theory that the king wasn’t a great father.

Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor

To those of mine!

But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of

heaven;

So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,

Will sate itself in a celestial bed

And prey on garbage.

Again, here the ghost is, slandering his wife’s motivations in order to get hamlet to kill claudius.

However, the next time he speaks of her in his speech, he’s telling hamlet not to act against her and instead leave her to her fate - let heaven decide. I don’t know if this really can be described as love - he seems to want her punished, but not by his son.

But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,

Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive

Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven,

And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,

To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!

This comes back, of course, when hamlet does eventually act against his mother, but the ghost there seems to be telling hamlet to stop being distracted.

The next we see gertrude is in act ll, two months after hamlet encountered the ghost. Gertrude is talking to ros and guil, brought to figure out hamlet’s changed state.

Queen.

Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz:

And I beseech you instantly to visit

My too-much-changed son.

So gertrude obviously sees that hamlet isn’t behaving normally - he’s been putting on his antic disposition for a month now and the king has ordered rosencrantz and guildenstern to keep an eye on them. She obviously doesn’t object to this, thanking them for coming instead.

We could view this as her feeling guilty. We see later that she guesses at what hamlet is feeling, and yet she still wishes for it to be other than her fault - through what polonius has theorized about ophelia.

I doubt it is no other but the main, His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage.

King.

Do you think 'tis this?

Oueen.

It may be, very likely.

So, yes, she’s going along with what polonius and the king say about hamlet being mad due to ophelia. I interpret this in a couple of ways - obviously she has to obey her husband and therefore agree with what he’s saying, even if she may not agree (she knows hamlet much better than claudius does), which would explain her 180 on why specifically he is acting that way. Again, she is also likely feeling guilty for how her son is behaving and wants ophelia to be the cause of his state.

I don’t think she would just “believe” what polonius says about hamlet. She’s a lot smarter than any of the men give her credit for. I do think she understands that hamlet is upset due to his father’s death - hell, he tells her this in the beginning. But she is a woman, and she is in a tough spot, and she is guilty. She’s a mother, and I do believe she has sympathy for what her son’s going through - this is evidenced later, which I’ll get to. Hamlet does very much have reason to be angry at her, and she views him as a lost, hurt child most of the time.

Pol.

You know sometimes he walks for hours together

Here in the lobby.

Queen.

So he does indeed.

Queen.

But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.

Remember - this is a full two months after Gertrude’s first interaction with hamlet in act 1 scene 2. She’s had time to observe him and doesn’t seem to parry off his emotions as much as she did in the beginning, but she does somehow hope that there is possibly another way for this to be happening.

Queen.

I shall obey you:-

And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

That your good beauties be the happy

cause

Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues

Will bring him to his wonted way again,

To both your honours.

Now, this interaction with ophelia is pretty interesting, much because it’s the only time gertrude talks to ophelia before polonius’s death - and after, she seems reluctant to talk to her. But we do get a bit of sympathy for ophelia here, and while a lot of it is likely because of formalities and, again, gertrude bowing to her husband’s beliefs, she likely does suspect that something’s wrong here. And she doesn’t want that because if it’s not ophelia, then she has to deal with her own problems. So it really is like a prayer here, and perhaps an expression of sympathy at ophelia for being used by these men.

#hamlet #gertrude