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enden-k · 8 months

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kaveh if he breaks smth by accident is just this chibi like, all of it:

(just with some additional tears in his eyes if it rlly was smth bad AKJBKJ baby)

also agree. kaveh is an architect, an artist, someone who creates so seeing himself being like an evil (or corrupted as the anon said) version to take smth away, erasing existence...........ngl its interesting concept but he would be devastated fr 😭 using kaveh of all ppl for this aughh

unless u wanna think of it more comical and less angsty, and have him go like nah this thing ugly im just gonna unmake you *deletes offending monument* akhsjcbkj but he wouldnt simply go through this in someone elses world, especially if it manipulates/influences their game in a bad way

but!! imagine if kaveh had this skill fr (not only bursting dendro cores but simply making objects vanish after changing their traits), he would simply delete all the ugly furniture in haithams house that truly insults his eyes AKJSBCKJ can you imagine it go like:

"well, al haitham, i got rid of your entire bedroom because it was just too ugly. thank me later." ....suddenly, later in the evening, kaveh finds himself squished in his own bed between haitham and the wall - his own bed that is way too narrow for two grown men, especially one of haithams size and mass. all because haitham is like "considering this is my house, your bedroom is also mine so i will simply take it until you put every single piece of furniture back to where it belonged."

(this turned into a full, usual youn ramble lol rest is UTC)

kaveh is too proud and refuses to simply give up on his bed to sleep on the divan so he stubbornly stays, which comes back at him to bite his ass when hes in bed and gets a faceful of haithams bare chest and when he turns to face the wall hes too aware of the scribes warm body against his back - its like his dreams came true a nightmare

still too proud to admit defeat and let haitham have his bed, kaveh continues sharing his bed even though he barely gets any sleep with haitham right there. he also starts actually crafting haithams furniture by himself, at first all annoyed with him and simply wanting to finish this as fast as he can no matter how ugly, so he can have his own room for himself again before smth stupid happens (like kaveh giving in and kissing him or confessing)

but as soon as he learns from first hand that haitham is quite the cuddler in his sleep (the first time a sleeping haithams arms wrapped around his waist to pull him into him got him so flustered he didnt sleep at all that night), them getting closer everytime theyre sleeping (the amount of times theyre spooning or lying on top of each other all cuddled up is increasing)............haitham growing more soft now that they spend their nights together, having more of kaveh................his work turns from simply trying to replace what he made disappear to more thoughtful, loving pieces

a bed that resembles haithams older one, but big enough for two people to comfortably sleep in there (not that he designed it with himself in mind, its just....well.....a big bed is always nice and haitham takes up quite a lot of place right? totally not designed for both of them) with curtains in this soothing teal shade he knows haitham is fond of and nice patterns to block out the sun falling through the stained windows if he wants to sleep in; a closet with pretty, geometrical carvings matching his bed that haitham probably doesnt even care about; a nightstand with even a holder for his headset to place on, etc etc

its haithams bedroom but with small changes and improvements regarding design and comfort that kaveh did just for haitham. and he notices. of course he does

however, they got so used and comfortable to this whole (awkward at first) sleeping situation (bc it wasnt just kaveh loving to fall asleep in a sleeping, cuddly haithams arms, it was also haitham loving to wake up to the sight of a sleeping kaveh too) that every now and then kaveh slips into haithams (way too comfortable) bed ("well, i designed it so technically its also my bed") and even though its way bigger than kavehs bed, they somehow still seek each other out and find their way to cuddle up to each other

it doesnt take long until its not just their bodies seeking each other out but also their lips

not longer until the first utters a confession against the others skin, asking him to stay as their fingers intertwine and more kisses are exchanged

and not even longer for them to turn haithams bedroom, all designed and crafted by kaveh with love and care, into their bedroom

tl;dr: not only are they roommates, theres also only one bed (no clickbait)

#rambles #kavetham

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belit0 · 3 years

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Okay hear me out something really really and really dark with indra 🤭 Like you “cheating on him” ( Reader didn’t probally just some weirdo mailman arriving at theyre mountain home asking for stuff and the reader lets him and somehow they make it into the bedroom?? 😭) and indra comes in and it just becomes really dark

"something really really and really dark with Indra..."

My brain didn't need much more to create something completely bizarre and sickening.

TW: Non-con, kidnapping, blood, s3x with a dead man lmao.

The night was short, too short for your liking. You always get this feeling when Indra is absent when his presence is so far away he is not even perceptible in the scope of your reach.

If your man is with you, you know when the sun goes down the torture begins. Upon meeting him, you never expected such a handsome countenance could carry so much evil inside. And although he claims to want you, at this point you understand all he wants is absolute possession over you, he is not interested in pursuing your love or seeking your adoration.

But of course, whoever fell into the clutches of such a beast, and to make matters worse, voluntarily as you had done, had no way to escape. Who would dare to face the mighty Otsutsuki? He who would make people run in dismay at the mere sound of his name.

Trapped in the depths of an isolated forest, you had given up any hope of ever walking the earth freely years ago. There was no way to evade the surveillance of your partner, who was everywhere with the secrecy of a feline.

If you had the courage to try to run, to scream for help, what awaited on feeling his hands around your neck was even worse than death. He always got what he desired, and the only thing he had craved was you.

It took several frustrating attempts to free yourself that led you to be brutally clamored by him on the forest floor, while his grip left bruises on any part that had contact with your skin. The scene ended grotesquely, as he carried you back home as if nothing had happened. Your bloody form, with clothes torn off and a few bones, were broken by Indra's violence, lay fainting on his arms, time after time.

Eventually, you understood that there would be no point with such an approach when in your last try it all got too much and he decided to break both of your wrists to make you stop resisting. The recovery was long, and when you were back to normal, you decided to succumb to being used every night rather than savaged that way.

But now, as you sat looking out the window, you thought to yourself. Indra had left on a trip weeks ago, and as usual, it was unclear where he was heading. Escaping would be imprudent, for perhaps it was all a test, a made-up situation to see how you would react to such a prolonged absence.

Forgetting the matter, you got up to the kitchen when a loud noise on the outside caught your attention. Resuming your previous position, you watched as a man with long black hair fell to his knees a few feet from the door, dropping to the ground and barely holding himself up with his hands.

There it is, Indra's damned testing.

Rushing away from the window and leaning your back against the wall, you gasped for breath, trying to calm yourself. As sorry as you were for that human being, you knew that your partner would appear at any second and cruelly end his life. He was simply trying to make you take a false step, tempting your big heart and your ample generosity.

Minutes that felt like an eternity passed, as the pleas for help grew lighter and lighter and the volume diminished.

No one was attacking.

The man continued to kneel, trying to reach the house.

Unable to endure, you decided to betray your preemptive alarms and ran out of the house. This person was severely wounded, unable to move or walk on his own.

A sense of security assaulted you as you helped him in and laid him down on your bed, while you analyzed the wounds and the origin of the blood.

No one was attacking!

It was a tough job to put the man's battered body to rights, but after extensive treatment of his wounds, he was no longer in danger and regained his breath, still lying on Indra's pillow.

And with that, the man grabbed you by the nape of your neck and leaned you over him, causing the lips of the two of you to gently meet. It wasn't like Indra's touches, it wasn't possessive or unwanted, it was romantic, gentle, warm, and beautiful.

"You saved my life and I don't even know your name..."

"No need to exaggerate, gentleman. Had I left you there, you probably would have woken up after a good few minutes, I simply relieved the pain. As for my name... I regret to say that I cannot reveal it."

"A beautiful mystery... in that case, there's no need to know mine either."

The temperature rose, not taking long to exchange tongues, and avoiding to climb on top of him because of the state of his poor body, you lay down on your side of the bed, where Indra had taken you countless times.

Not wanting to let go, you simply let him handle the moment.

After a slight hesitation, he pulled away and looked into your eyes, asking permission to do it again. Licking your lips, it was you who initiated the action this time.

Hands danced everywhere, and clothes were lost with speed. He had you mount him, making it clear he could not exert himself too much due to lack of strength. Not wanting to argue against that logic, you sank on his erect length with a moan, while your eyes closed tightly.

You only opened them when you began to feel your orgasm approach, seeking eye contact for more pleasure. But you were disconcerted to see that his gaze was fixed on a corner of the room, to which your back was turned.

A pleased smile graced his features, not even paying attention to you.

"This way is fine, boss?"

Your blood froze in understanding.

Indra's test.

But what you didn't expect was for the man beneath you to suddenly become completely paralyzed, as a muffled THUD rang through the room and the hot liquid splashed your face and chest, as well as your arms.

Your eyes squeezed shut as a kunai was thrust into his forehead, killing him on the spot. A quick instinct assaulted your muscles as you tried to pull the slain man's limb out of you and run, getting away from your partner and trying to save yourself.

Now, this was the worst situation in the world.

There was no way you were going to pull through this.

But a huge, strong hand grabbed your hair as he noticed your intentions, pulling you down on the man's body and extracting the murder weapon with the other hand.

Tears began to stream down your cheeks as your hands closed over his wrist, futilely trying to make him let go of your hair.

"Unsightly..."

"Disgusting..."

"It only took you a second of my absence to jump on a bastard's cock. I knew you were an insufferable fucker from the way you cry and beg for my touches, but now I see it's your natural way of acting...you're just a whore, aren't you?"

It has been a long time since you realized how your rejections towards his actions were perceived and qualified as wanting, where Indra's reality was completely distorted.

"I...N-N-N..."

You can't get your tongue to move properly to outline his name, trying to defend yourself somehow. Ironic, for that heated muscle had danced shamelessly seconds ago across the man's lips lying beneath you.

"Shut your ungrateful mouth you rotten filthy bitch."

Your face is pressing against the man's neck, being held still by Indra. The blood dripping from the mortal wound on that person's forehead oozed down your features, mingling with your tears.

"Is this what you wanted? It takes a worm-like him to make you realize who you belong to? A damn misfortune that cute little cunt of yours has been desecrated in such a manner."

And as your breathing continued to heave and your body was convulsing in revulsion because the murdered man's limb continued inside you, you didn't notice Indra's weight on your back until it was too late.

"I allowed this hole to remain virgin waiting to be taken when my first son was inside you... The notion of fucking you along with my offspring was wonderful, but as you won't outlive this, I'll give myself the treat I've been depriving of."

You can feel the tip of his cock exert pressure on your ass, and even as a dead man lies beneath you both, filling your pussy, Indra has no trouble getting fully hard and forcing his way into you.

Holding your neck with both hands, his chest is pressed against your back as his waist slams viciously over your form, making you cry out in pain and getting halting pleas for mercy from your lips.

Everything is a nightmare.

Indra is a nightmare.

And even with the dark picture in that room, with your face smeared in The Otsutsuki's latest victim's blood, you hear his breathing pick up pace, grunts coming from deep in his throat as his dick mercilessly works your tight channel.

The man's length beneath your body lost its rigidity, uselessly stuffing you.

You have no idea how much time elapsed in that assault, for your consciousness shut down a few times and you were forcibly awakened by his slapping.

Eventually, his seed mixes with the blood coming from your not-so-virgin opening. Beastly sounds are heard from behind you as your eyes close in defeat, tears continue to fall unchecked.

And suddenly the last sensation you experience in your life is that of such abuse.

Accompanied by the sharp cold metal teeth of the kunai that slits your throat and robs you of your last breath.

#otsutsuki indra x reader #indra otsutsuki #otsutsuki indra #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #indra x reader #indra otsutsuki x reader #indra scenario #indra imagines

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diavolosthots · 4 years

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I wan anything you feel like writing. Fluff, angst, death, anything. As long as it’s Lucifer please

I really want to write some sad, heartaching fics. So theres that. Mightve used this outline from an old fic of mine but ssshhh

Warning: Heartache, cheating, mentions of alcohol

Gone ( LUCIFER X GN!READER )

They say that the first few months of a relationship are the happiest because the two people in it are in their honeymoon phase and fail to see any flaws. They ignore any red flags and any wrong doings from their partner. Instead, they lay in each others arms and talk about the future like it isnt the most uncertain thing in the world and ages away. They talk about how much their hearts swell in each other's presence and the kind of happiness they give one another. How much they could kiss each other's lips for hours on end and how their hands fit together like theyre meant to be. There's always that air of uncertainty when someone flirts with the other and an air of puppy love thats surely to never leave their heads. Lucifer felt just that with you; this seemingly never ending honeymoon phase that brought stars to your eyes and love to your soul.

He's embarrassed by it, really. How much you swoon him and make him feel weak at his very core. Of course, he would never admit that. Not openly, but you can see it. You see it in the gentleness that overcomes him.

He remembers the subtle touches and the soft flirty phrases whispered in each other's ears at the beginning, and the lifelong adventures that you guys seemed to go on. From walking on the beach in the middle of the night, chasing each other in the sand like little children, to rainy afternoons when you guys went to get coffee and you forgot your umbrella; a cliché movie scene he will make sure to seal with a kiss. His brain floods with images of annoying his brothers and releasing a light chuckle at Satan's angry face when a bag of flour got poured over him by Beelzebub, or when you turned to 'accidentally' washing Asmodeus' sparkling white pants that he bought for a special occasion with a bright red t-shirt right before the very important event he had to go to. You made him laugh so many times; relaxed him so many times. Although he has a hard time admitting it.

But he also remembers the soft first kiss that finally broke through both of you guys' feelings, how flushed your cheeks were and how warm you hand felt in his hand.

Most importantly, he remembers how you made him feel. The warmth and love he craved for so long came flooding into him like a tsunami every time he was around you, every time you touched. How your laugh rang in his ears and how his shirt caught all your tears. How he was always there for you because he felt like that is the least he could do after you gave him not just your love, but your time and patience. Yet it seemed like it was never enough and this time he was the one crying.

Lucifer was angry. He felt betrayed. Used. Dirty. But most importantly he felt hopeless. He made a decision a long time ago; that you were the one he was going to keep by his side. That you'd be the one to stand by him for the rest of your life. That he was the one to keep bringing a smile to your face. He would be the one to get your heart beating and your cheeky flushing. Lucifer would make sure that you're taken care of, in every sense of the way. That he would be your knight in shining armor, your angel in disguise, no matter the challenges you guys might face. But how could he still be all that?

To see you, in a sea of rose petals and candles, looking as beautiful as ever, with another demon, crushed him. He simply had gone to get a bottle of champagne to celebrate, because he was so sure that you'd say yes, so sure that you'd be the one to keep making him happy like this, so sure you were the one that he wanted to keep loving for the rest of his life.

Seeing another one balls deep inside you, giving you the pleasure that Lucifer thought only he could give you,.... It crushed him…. But he didn't fall to his knees. No. He wouldnt give you the satisfaction of seeing him like that. Instead, he threw the champagne bottle at the wall, barely missing both of you and your apparent new lovers' heads, which were now turned in shock to look at him. He saw your lips moving, forming apologetic words, but he didn't hear them. He couldnt hear them.

Lucifer stormed out of the room that night, the diamond ring thrown at your face and long forgotten. He ran through the storm filled night that so much represented his feelings. Did Diavolo knew, he wondered? Was he aware of the feelings he felt? The feelings of anger… of sorrow… and heartbreak.

He went back to that liquor store where he retrieved the bottle of champagne… his new best friend, and bought himself several bottles of different things; vodka, rum, red wine, white wine, tequila, bourbon… anything he could get his hands on. Some liquids entered his body, some bottles were thrown at his walls with tear filled eyes and desperate screams, finally and for once, letting his emotions take control. He was gripping his hair, knowing if he pulled just a little harder he'd pull himself apart. Bruises covered his knuckles from where he hit the walls and broken glass bottles, clothes were in disarray on the floor, his life was a mess.

How could someone that he trusted, that he oh so much loved, do this to him? How could someone break his heart into these tiny pieces and stomp on them like it was nothing? Was this payback for all the pain he, himself, caused? The irony almost made him laugh, made him drown himself in another couple bottles.

Days passed, weeks went by. Lucifer has barely slept; kept himself awake and numb on hundreds of different alcohol bottles. His living space was unrecognizable. Walls were stained with various glass, liquids, and blood. Picture frame were broken. His voice was gone from all the screaming and crying. Succubi left his room on the regular. Diavolo was worried. Even his family attempted to reach out to him to no avail. No one has seen him or heard of him. And he cant say he will ever step into the light again, because the Lucifer you came to know and love was gone again, back to his former self. A faint picture of the past.

A picture you took with you the night you decided to break him.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer #lucifer x reader #angst

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hello-yue-here · 3 years

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About your atla ship songs, I have a couple of questions (sorry if my phrasing comes out wrong, english isn't my first language and I worry it might across as accidentally defensive): how did you end up with the choices for zukka, jetko and yuekka (note: I haven't seen the great comet, so feel free to obsess over it, I'm intrigued now and the hype is appreciated!)? Sidenote: I think the mailee choice is HILARIOUS and the tokka one just make me sad, I didn't expect to be attacked like this😭

kdjfha;s i love you im gonna obsess SO HARD over great comet now. you may regret this

this is gonna be so long so the rest is under the cut whoops

yuekka: no one else from great comet

where do i even begin. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN

okay so background information on this show: it's based off of a 76 oages excerpt from war and peace and its centered around a woman named natasha (and this guy pierre but he's irrelevant to this song so we wont worry about him) and natasha's bethrothed is off fighting in the war right now. she hasn't seen him in a while but she is in love with him.

every single lyrics of this song SCREAMS yuekka to me. the innocence and purity of their love. the love at first sight. and even the melancholy ending just- i go apeshit for this song. i love this song so much. and denee benton's voice??? kljsdhflwksugf please listen to this song if you haven't already. listen to the whole show. your life will be changed forever.

onto the lyrics (i stg this is ab to be the whole song whoops)

"the moon"

THOSE ARE THE FIRST WORDS ON THE SONG. natasha and andre (her bethrothed) met underneath the moonlight. Sokka and Yue first spoke to eachother at night and always met each other for their most intimate moments under the moonlight. also yue is LITERALLY the moon so like: right of the bat with those two words it's yuekka.

"and i saw your eyes / and i saw your smile / and the world opened wide"

sokka fell in love with yue the moment he saw her in the canal. she literally enchanted this motherfucker. everything about her made his heart go crazy. and 'the world opened wide' to me is from yue's perspective. Yue had never left the north pole and sokka had seen a good chuck of the world at the point. He took her on appa, he told her about his adventures. he saw the world yue wished to see and you know damn well that Sokka would have done anything to give it to her.

"oh the moon /oh the snow in the moonlight / and your childlike eyes and your distant smile / ill never be this happy again / you and i and no one else"

natasha sings fondly about the moon and the snow, seeing as it was where she fell in love with andre. yue and sokka LITERALLY fell in love in the same place: in the snowy nothern water tribe under the light of the moon. childlike eyes: THEYRE CHILDREN!!! distant smile: this is where it gets a little sad. theyre both children with way too many duties during a world that has known nothing but war for the past century. they want to be happy but yeah, theyre smiles are distant and far away because happiness seems out of reach for them most of the time. i'll never be this happy again: the moments yue and sokka shared together were probably the happiest either of them ever were. they were able to ignore the war and the world in the moments they shared together. and with no one else. no one else would be able to give each other this sense of peace and happiness and love.

"joy and life inside our souls / and no body knows just you and me / it's our secret"

Yue and Sokka had to sneak out in secret at night to go and see each other. Yue and Sokka couldn't be together for real because Yue was already engaged, but they were literally in love so she decided to see him anyways in secret. kasdjfhklasjd im losing my mind over them at this point.

"this winer sky / how can anyone sleep / there was never such a night before / i feel like putting my arms around my knees / and squeezing tight as possible / and flying away"

these are my FAVORITE lines in the entire song. yue and sokka had never felt this strongly about anyone before and that's why they are so drawn to each other. they had never experienced love before and they wanted to hold onto it for as long as they could even though they knew they couldnt. Sokka takes yue up on appa and she is wistful and wishes she could live like he does every day: ie flying away. oh my god these two deserved so much better. so much fucking better.

now for the saddes part. the saddest fucking part.

"maybe he'll come today / maybe he came already / and he's sitting in the drawing room / and i simply forgot"

natasha misses andre so intensely at this point. when i first listened to this show and heard this song i was like "wait a min... is andre like... dead?" and im sure i wasnt the only person who assumed that this was why natasha felt so sad by the end of such a beautiful song. (spoiler alert andre is fine)

but this line really exemplifies how sad natasha is, and hints at the fact that andre may never come back. it implies that their relationship is doomed (at least in my opinion) and that's all yuekka. Sokka misses yue intensely when shes gone. Yue accepted her fate almost immediately but sokka was in denial. he thought there had to be another way. but in the end it wasn't meant to be. and sokka will go on, loving yue, wishing for her back, even though it's not possible.

fuck im gonna cry.

zukka: all i've ever known- hadestown

"i was alone so long / i didn't even know that i was lonely / out in the cold so long / i didnt even know that i was cold"

sokka is from the swt so theres where the cold comes in. also in the gaang (initially) it was just him katara and aang. and katara and aang were much closer to each other than sokka was with aang and the two of them were benders so sokka was kind of an outsider with the two of them. He also represses a lot of his emotions and feels the need to do everything himself so i do see a lot of loneliness in sokka. and the fact that so many people in his life have left him (his mom, yue, his dad, suki briefly, etc...) he is known to keep people at an arms length. i see a lot of loneliness in sokka.

zuko's loneliness is a lot more obvious: he has literally been cast out and abandoned by everyone except iroh. and even then he still feels the need to be alone (remember zuko alone? thought so) these boys look after themselves and push others away and revel in their loneliness in order to keep themselves from getting hurt. at least in my opinion on canon and also some fanon because id be a liar if i said fanon didnt influence how i view ALL my ships (not just zukka)

"all ive ever known is how to hold my own / but now I wanna hold you too"

COME ONE MANNNN, they just wanna hold each other. theyre both very big protectors as well and kljhflkasdhg they wanna protect eachother like kljdhfl im gonna lose it rn.

"You take me in your arms / And suddenly there's sunlight all around me / Everything bright and warm / And shining like it never did before / And for a moment I forget / Just how dark and cold it gets"

SUNLIGHT SYMBOLISM. zuko is literally powered by the sun. i don't think i even NEED to elaborate on this one anymore lol. They find comfort in each other away from all of their trauma. when they're together nothing else matters and i personally love that for them. they both deserve love.

"I knew you before we met / And I don't even know you yet / All I know is your someone I have always known"

these two are extremely similar in canon. many parallels. older brothers overshadowed by their prodigy little sisters. longing to make their fathers proud (granted one dad is good and one is fuckin evil), both are pretty bad with emotions. both are seen protecting others before themselves (sokka protecting suki during the serpant's pass, sokka protecting toph on like multiple occassions, zuko protecting katara in the final agni kai), the list goes on. they know who the other is because they see themselves in the other person. they already know each other because they are each other (in a way, not entirely, but the similarities are strong in my opinion)

"I'm gonna hold you forever / The wind will never change on us / Long as we stay with each other / Then it will always be like this"

i just think this line is so cute and sweet (ignoring all the symbolism and foreshadowing that comes with the last line in the musical itself. im gonna pretend this is nothing but happy) and i think these boys deserve happiness so yeah. this song is zukka to me lol.

jetko: thrill of first love- falsettoes

if you've never listened to this song go an do it now. you will know INSTANTLY that it is jetko because of the dynamics alone. marvin and whizzer are pure jetko and i take no crticisms.

marvin and whizzer are both extremely stubborn, and they don't always get along, and they fight a lot, and they get mad at each other a lot, and they are both passionate as hell, and they will bring this passion into everything. they love each other that is without a doubt, but they arent perfect and they are once again stubborn and determined as fuck.

sound familiar? it's literally jetko.

the lyrics aren't what remind me of jetko, but the dynamic itself. the lyrics are too on the nose for a gay couple in 1970's america so that rlly cant apply to jetko all that much. but the way these two characters bounce off of each other and get annoyed with each other and argue with eachother reminds me of jetko. because let's be honest: these two are the most stubborn characters in the whole show. they will fight for what they believe and it will take literally everything to change their minds.

i love jetko but i think they would have petty arguments all the time and get aggravated by one another so easily. and this is even seen in canon: they work so fucking well together but they did not even HESITATE to fight one another after neither of them would give in and let the fight about whether jet was right or wrong about zuko being a firebender. like i cannot say it enough they are stubborn as fuck.

but underneath all that stubborn pettiness and bickering: marvin and whizzer still love each other. and jet and zuko would still love each other. because even though they are stubborn when it comes to arguments, they are even more stubborn and determined when it comes to each other. these two passionate motherfuckers are in love.

(now when i chose this song i decided to ignore the fact that this song literally spells out the fact that marvin and whizzer's relatinoship is doomed because they literally say passion dies. thats the difference between jetko and whizzer and marvin because i dont think passion dies. i chose this song strictly for the bickering lmao)

and i know you didnt ask about tokka but,,,,

i rlly wanna talk about the tokka one

so im going to

tokka: on my own- les mis

look. i KNOW this song is about unrequited love and i love tokka as a couple but,,, the unrequited love in this song just SCREAMS unrequited tokka to me so thats what i went with.

eponine is a girl who has neglectful parents who lives life by her own rules: toph. eponine is shown to be tough and confident and spunky to others but behind all of that she has emotions, she feels love, she hides her vulnerability so much: toph. she is in love with a guy she cant be with because he loves someone else: TOPH

eponine is toph to a t and toph is eponine to a t. this is not up for debate lmao

"without him i feel his arms around me"

toph is always seen grabbing onto someone (and its almost ALWAYS sokka) when she's somewhere where she can't use her feet to see. FEEL and ARMS cmon. look at it.

"and i know / i know that he is blind"

COME ON. IMAGINE TOPH SINGING THIS LINE. this line is already powerful enough in les mis but having toph, a blind character, sing it just makes the symbolism even deeper. toph sees the potential relationship they could have together. toph sees that sokka is oblivious to this. toph is not blind to the truth or the potention, but sokka is blind to her feelings. im about to lose my mind over this line.

"I love him / But every day I'm learning / All my life / I've only been pretending / Without me / His world will go on turning / A world that's full of happiness / That I have never known"

i need to sit down for a moment. toph grew up in a household where her parents did not understand her. she has learned to hide her true emotions and vulnerabilities from everyone. and its the fact that toph knows that she and sokka will never be together and the fact that she still loves him in spite of that is what makes this even more heartbreaking.

"but only on my own"

TOPH AND EPONINE SWEETIES I LOVE YOU

thank you for indulging my theatre kid nonsense. you are very sweet and kind and lovely and awesome and i hope you have a lovely day bestie :) <3

ask me why i think these songs go with these ships

#asks #liv is a theatre nerd #liv is an atla nerd #yuekka #zukka #jetko #tokka #ask me about my ship songs

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Can I request a Zuko x Platonic reader? Where the reader was a servant to his family, and she had been with Zuko since they were young. And she had many of the same beliefs that his mom did. So maybe just some scenes throughout their entire childhood. The only specific one I would like is when Zuko gets banished, and he fights his father. Like how she reacts. And maybe add in some scenes when theyre both with the Gaang? Sorry if this is convoluted!

Please enjoy~🍰

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It all started when you were young. You were at the palace often but you didn’t quite understand why. Your mother had told you it was to play with the prince and princess. You didn’t know it was to simply entertain them.

As you grew older your responsibilities became more serious. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, everything other than playing as you used to. Once you wrapped your head around the situation, you were a maid. No longer a welcomed guest of the royal family, but a servant. For the most part Zuko and his mother remain kind to you and treat you as an equal.

Yet there was one thing he didn’t know. You sided with his mother. Her beliefs were against all fire nation rules and traditions. She believed they were wrong and unjust and so did you. You were the only person who knew of her plan to leave. You had planned on going with her, that was until one fateful day.

There were times his mother saved you from the wrath of the fire lord. She would state that you were just a child and she would guide you to be better. She was like a mother to you. Kind and soft you just wish her daughter was that’s way. At least you had Zuko.

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Growing together you always had your little quirks together. Like sneaking off to play or stealing sweets from the kitchen. He would always be the one to pull you out of your duties so you’d have a break. The education they would deny you was taught by him. Zuko would always try his best to teach you what he knew.

Many of the other maids and servants always teased you both. Saying that you both were cute together or how he would one day marry you. Zuko would become as red as his robes and you the same. Maybe deep down inside you did have something for Zuko

Not that you would say it anyway.

Zuko was challenged to an Agni Kai by his own father. When word got around you were petrified. How could a father fight his own son with no remorse? You had hoped that he wouldn’t go full power on him, but you were wrong.

The fire lord gave it his all with no intention of holding back. He didn’t care if he was his own flesh and blood. You had to stand in horror and watch, watch as his eyes widen in fear. How his body trembled in front of his father. You heart hurt to see it happen and not be able to do anything of it.

All because he spoke out of line against something that was cruel. It was all so quick you couldn’t catch your breath between actions. After it was all done things cleared out and you rush to the infirmary. He was patched up and should be okay minus the burn to his flesh. You could sense something else in the room aside frompain.

In the eyes of the household he had dishonored his father and himself. You wanted to stay and go through everything with him but...you couldn’t. This couldn’t be the place where you life ended. The night that Ursa and yourself fled the castle, you make one final stop. You had placed a heartfelt letter to him and placed it on his bedside. Kissing his head gently you gaze upon him one last time...

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About 3-4 years later you found one another again. It was shocking for the most part, after hunting down the avatar for so long you both on the same team. You had been traveling with Aang after he left The Earth kingdom. Soon after was when you realized Suko was after him. What happened to him? He wasn’t the same as you remembered.

He was full of hate and rage, it scared you honestly. There was day he attack but was caught off guard by you. He froze in place doing nothing but stare at you. After that day he questioned exactly what he was doing and why. He couldn’t get you off his mind and the look of fear in your eyes. Your eyes should only have happiness and joy in them. Instead he had put fear I to them.

He took this time to really think on everything and hence he had decided to join you. Everyone was shocked when you explained that you both go way back. Sokka was convinced he was blackmailing you, just to get on the team.

According to them, you were “too nice and kind to be his friend ”

It took some convincing and action to prove he was serious. After some time the gang warmed up to him. All that was left was for you to catch up.

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While everyone slept you both stayed awake with the moon and talked.

“You’ve really grown” he said in a hushed tone. You really had grown not only physically but mentally. You had matured into a strong intelligent woman.

“So have you, but you changed..” you said in a semi-hurt voice. He scratched the back of his head with a guilty look

“Yeah I know...I was mislead by anger and hunger for honor. But I know better now, I know...I know that wasn’t who I’m supposed to be. Not who you wanted me to be” he reached for your hand

“I’m sorry for not seeing things sooner, for letting you go through so much, for abandoning you...could you ever forgive me?” He gave your hand a slight squeeze

You smile softly and look at him with a longing look “how could i stay mad at my oldest friend?”

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Some nights old memories would haunt you. So many possibilities could happen. The fire lord finally ending you, Zuko harming you, your friends dying or never saving the world. They were silly since you knew you were much stronger than that. Yet sometimes you find yourself panting with tear filled eyes.

Now you had Zuko to hold you at night. Safe and protected in his arms. If you had a nightmare he would hold you close in place and shush your fears away

“Sshhh It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m not leaving, you’re okay” his soft yet husky voice calming your instantly. He would kiss your tears away and hold your close. He would tell you statues or play with your hair just to distract you from your mind.

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“Hey you alright?” He asked as you stared deeply into the fire. You mind drifting to different realities and thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah, just lost in thought I guess” you sighed

He nudged you a bit, a way of telling you to proceed “..we’ve just come so far and I’m proud and all but, it’s just amazing that we’re here now and how you and I got back together after years” you rambled. His fingers interlaced with yours and whispered

“Well, I’m here for the long run. Whatever is coming well do it together.” He smiles at you. That smile, the things it did to you. Made your head spin or could calm down your nerves, sometimes even both. He leaned in slowly and let’s his lips crash on to yours in a soft yet passionate kiss

He was right. Even after al this time, whatever trials you may face you would do it, together

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I hope this was okay!❤️

#zuko x reader #atla zuko #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar the last airbender #zuko looks hot dont @ me #zuko fanfic #atla fanfic #anime #fanfiction #anime x reader

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urmomification · 3 years

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WOOO POG DREAM SMP AU

theres 1.8k words and 9,393 characters of a schlatt au below the cut LMAO

[i was rambling to my friend and this is what came out of it! send me an abt it if u have questions i would love to talk abt it more pls]

(slight body horror/gore tw!!)

slams fists on table rattling any dishes on the table au where schlatt doesnt die of a heartattack and tubbo locks him up to rot basically and his horns grow into his eyes effectively blinding him and chained his hands together and basically a leash on him to keep him from moving around in his cell so he cant do anything to break the horns off before they get too long and one day when technos breaking into lmanberg he gets chased into the prison and loses them in the halls before coming across schlatts cell and schlatts calling out like 'whos there i can hear ur foot steps whos there please someone whos there' etc yk and technos speechless they thought they executed him to keep him from causing any more problems in the country but this is this is just much worse than anything he even thought theyd do and hes standing in front of schlatts cell just looking at him as if hes imagining it he knew lmanberg was bad but holy fuck they just let this man rot in a cell to the point of his own horns blinding him and giving him no aid or way to ease the pain so he makes himself known and schlatt 'ive never been so happy to see, well, hear an anarchist in my life, its good to see- hear you technoblade' and chuckles and blood runs down his face like tears would, few drops landing on his clothes before techno starts trying to get into the cell to take him out of there he cant leave him here sure he was an anarchist terrorist w a murder record but he had standards and now that schlatt wasnt in power he had nothing against him really considering he isnt a citizen of lmanberg so he manages to pick the locks enough to get him out of there, schlatts arm slung over technos shoulder they stumble out of the prison building and as they slowly make their way to the nether portal to get back to technos base, they run into tubbo and quackity, schlatts old right hand men and they try to stop techno bc hes well an anarchist terrorist w a murder record but the glare techno gives them levels them and theyre left staring at each other for a moment when schlatt 'whyre we stopped whos there tech' and techno mumbles 'tubbo and quackity schlatt' and schlatt just furrows his brows as far as he can without sending excruciating pain into his eye sockets before he purses his lips and asks 'are they going to try and stop us?' techno looks back at the other two 'no they wont, isnt that right boys?' tubbo and quackity slink away allowing techno and schlatt to the portal and them going thru, schlatt still silent as he tries not to trip over technos cape or off the ledge of the bridge passing over the lava lakes, they make it to the portal and begin the walk across the arctic tundra to technos house, philza isnt there right now so its just the two of them and techno leads him up the ladder to his room (its not really a room i think its just a bed, a bell and an enchantment table) and sits him down on his bed mumbling something abt being right back and he is with some medical supplies and a change of clothes to clean everything up, they dont talk techno works in silence and when schlatt winces he mumbles a small apology before continuing eventually techno got schlatt as cleaned up as you can get someone w horns in their eyes and a sweater to keep him warm and finally starts asking questions 'how long had u been in there' 'lost count' 'did they bring you food' 'a chests worth at the beginning of the month' techno sighs 'i thought they executed you' 'tubbo chickened out despite me being 'an active threat to our peace in lmanberg' and locked me up a few days after u set the withers loose and dropped off a chest of food once a month and most of them refused to talk to me others couldnt even make eye contact with me, other than the few instances where they said things like 'heres ur food' or 'u deserve this' or 'i cant believe tubbo let u live' i talked to no one other than myself for however long i was in there' techno stands and walks around for a moment before flipping some pages and schlatt can hear him gasp quietly in mild surprise 'what is it tech' looking in the direction he heard techno from and techno says, turning to face schlatt on his bed 'schlatt that was almost 3 months ago' a single beat of silence rings for what feels like forever 'oh. i, i didnt think itd been that long. though it would explain my current predicament' loosely gesturing towards his face 'oh right abt that i have a few questions if ur ready to answer some' schlatt hums and techno grabs a pen and paper and sits next to him in case he needs to take any notes for future reference 'how fast do ur horns normally grow' 'idk just a steady amount my whole life pretty much' 'will they ever stop growing' 'they generally stop growing around 30 and continue to grow more in width than length' 'did anyone who brought u food notice' 'they grow quickly and by the time the person w the third chest came around they were getting close to my eyes but they didnt listen to me, no one did' he sighs looking down at would be his hands 'the odds of both of my horns growing into my eyes and blinding me like this are so low but of course it would happen to me' a chuckle void of any amusement 'because losing my country and my people and my power wasnt enough already' techno stands up 'you had that coming' schlatt actually laughs this time, short and curt 'ok fair, u were the one that took me down afterall' and from then on schlatt lives w techno and phil and eventually tommy and then without tommy (tommy was Not happy when he found out that schlatt was living with techno but he needed somewhere to stay too and techno happens to live in an arctic tundra where only a handful of people know how to get to so he didnt complain too much) and eventually techno saws off schlatts horns at the bend adn removes them from his eyes bc if they kept growing into his head theyd hit his brain and kill him on top of blinding him and techno gags and almost throws up despite not being sensitive to gore and gives schlatt a bandanna to cover the holes in his head for everyones sake and once they heal somewhat he can find something else out and thats how they live, schlatt helps with what he can like farming w phil but mostly spends his time learning braille or something so he can read and techno gets him books in braille so he isnt bored or alone like he was in the prison and he feeds him and takes care of him and schlatt is funny and entertaining despite being blinded by something from his own body and the torture it was like to rot in a cell alone for almost a 1/4 of a year and nights when techno gets home late and hes shaken and the voices are bad schlatt will sit behind him and play with his hair and talk abt his own day and rub technos back and in return when schlatt relapses and gets violent and angry techno will wash his hair and read him stories until he calms down and hopefully asleep and no one told him the news that wilbur died so when ghostbur shows up and starts talking to him he treats him the same as he would wilbur bc he cant see that hes a ghost all thats different is his speech pattern and overall personality and one day he says 'ur different wilbur what happened to that, i dunno spark u used to have' and wilbur simply 'im not sure if im being honest a lot abt me has changed since i died, or so im told i dont remember much from when i was alive' and schlatt just 0_0 and then hes scrambling down the ladder and stumbling around the house looking for techno, finding him in the basement working on something and when he gets there hes out of breath and his hands are shaking bc holy shit wilburs not only dead but a ghost and he was just talking to me and he doesnt remember what i did and and and and techno is shocked to see schlatt in the basement and asks whats up and schlatt just 'wilbur died wilbur fucking died tech why didnt anyone tell him and now hes a ghost hes a fucking ghost who lives in ur house and doesnt remember anything he doesnt remember that he blew up lmanberg does he he remembers my name but not anything that i did what hes a fucking ghost techno hes a ghost holy fuck' and technos just standing there like ??? no one no one told him 'yea philza had to kill him after he blew up lmanberg i thought u knew thats why i didnt say anything' oh. 'phil, phil had to kill him?' 'yea its a touchy subject, dont bring it up' and simply goes back to what he was working on so schlatt sits on the ground by the ladder and listens to him work his brain going a mile a minute trying to comprehend whats going on 'would i have become a ghost if theyd chosen to execute me?' 'its hard to say im unsure if theres specific circumstances that contribuite to someone becoming a ghost but theres really no telling' and goes back to working yet again and from then on they fall into an easy schedule of techno going out and doing whatever an anarchist terrorist w a murder record does on ur average wednesday and schlatt stays home reading and organizing whatever he can based on size and feeling and sleeping in windowsills and schlatt greeting techno comes home beaten up and full of new resources and a side of bruises and cuts so he tends to them, getting better at maneuvering and functioning without needing to see then techno making dinner and then curling up by the fire for the night enjoying each others company as they talk abt their days :]

#dream smp #jschlatt #technoblade #sorry abt the lack of paragraph breaks i wrote this on discord and just copy pasted it #sorry if things dont make sense too! i just started watching a few weeks ago :]#looks at schlatt and technoblade: i just think theyre neat #also this isnt intended to be a ship au or anything but u can interpret it as whatever #fic au idea

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captain-jinguji · 4 years

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As promised, I made Ren suffer tonight.

More Than a Broken Heart ( JINGUJI REN x Cheater!READER)

They say that the first few months of a relationship are the happiest because the two people in it are in their honeymoon phase and fail to see any flaws. They ignore any red flags and any wrong doings from their partner. Instead, they lay in each others arms and talk about the future like it isnt the most uncertain thing in the world and ages away. They talk about how much their hearts swell in each other's presence and the kind of happiness they give one another. How much they could kiss each other's lips for hours on end and how their hands fit together like theyre meant to be. There's always that air of uncertainty when someone flirts with the other and an air of puppy love thats surely to never leave their heads. Ren felt just that with you; this seemingly never ending honeymoon phase that brought stars to your eyes and love to your soul.

He remembers the subtle touches and the soft flirty phrases whispered in each other's ears at the beginning, and the lifelong adventures that you guys seemed to go on. From running on the beach in the middle of the night, chasing each other in the sand like little children and tackling each other onto the still hot ground, to rainy afternoons when you guys went to get coffee and you forgot your umbrella; a cliché movie scene he will make sure to seal with a kiss. His brain floods with images of pranking his bandmates and laughing at Masato's angry face when a bag of flour got poured over him or 'accidentally' washing Camus' sparkling white pants with a bright red t-shirt right before a very important event he had to go to. But he also remembers the soft first kiss that finally broke through both of you guys' feelings, how flushed your cheeks were and how warm you hand felt in his hand.

Most importantly, he remembers how you made him feel. The warmth and love he craved for so long came flooding into him like a tsunami every time he was around you, every time you touched. How your laugh rang in his ears like the bell of an old church, and how his shirt caught all your tears. How he was always there for you because he felt like that is the least he could do after you gave him not just your love, but your time and patience. He listened to all your problems, made sure you felt needed and important and loved back. Yet it seemed like it was never enough and this time he was the one crying.

Ren was angry. He felt betrayed. Used. Dirty. But most importantly he felt hopeless. He made a decision a long time ago; that you were the one he was going to marry. That you'd be the one to stand by his side for the rest of your life. That he was the one to keep bringing a smile to your face. He would be the one to get your heart beating and your cheeks flushing. Ren would make sure that you're taken care of, in every sense of the way. That he would be your knight in shining armor, no matter the challenges you guys might face. But how could he still be all that?

To see you, in a sea of rose petals and candles that he set up for this oh so special occasion, looking as beautiful as ever, with another man, crushed him. He simply had gone to get a bottle of champagne to celebrate, because he was so sure that you'd say yes, so sure that you'd be the one to keep making him happy like this, so sure you were the one that he wanted to keep loving for the rest of his life.

Seeing another man balls deep inside you, giving you the pleasure that Ren thought only he could give you,.... It crushed him…. But he didn't fall to his knees. No. He wouldnt give you the satisfaction of seeing him like that. Instead, he threw the champagne bottle at the wall, barely missing both of you and your apparent new lovers' heads, which were now turned in shock to look at him. He saw your lips moving, forming apologetic words, but he didn't hear them. He couldnt hear them.

Ren stormed out of the apartment that night, the diamond ring thrown at your face and long forgotten. He ran through the storm filled night that so much represented his feelings. The feelings of anger… of sorrow… and heartbreak.

He went back to that liquor store… his new best friend, and bought himself several bottles of different things; vodka, rum, red wine, white wine, tequila, bourbon… anything he could get his hands on. Some liquids entered his body, some bottles were thrown at his walls with tear stained eyes and desperate screams. He was gripping his hair, knowing if he pulled just a little harder he'd pull himself apart. Bruises and cuts covered his knuckles from where he hit the now bloody walls and broken glass bottles, clothes were in disarray on the floor, his life was a mess.

Days passed, weeks went by. Ren has barely slept; kept himself awake and numb on hundreds of different alcohol bottles. His living space was unrecognizable. Walls were stained with various glass, liquids, and blood. Picture frame were broken. His voice was gone from all the screaming and crying. Hookers left his apartment on the regular. His friends were worried. Even his family attempted to reach out to him to no avail. No one has seen him or heard of him. And he cant say he will ever step into the light again, because Ren Jinguji is gone. A faint picture of the past.

A picture you took with you the night you decided to break him.

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captainstevenrogerswrites · 4 years

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Some time apart.......

Natalia goes on a girl’s vacation for two weeks, Steven, the twins and the fur babies miss her more than they ever could imagine. It was only two weeks but the third day in and it felt like three years had passed.

Natalia Rogers x Steven Rogers

@missusrogerswrites

Drabble or roleplay, I have no idea, just missing my real life Natalia like crazy, so here goes......

Its only ten days.....ten days was less than two weeks and just a little over one, it should be easy to just be able to live without his wife for ten days while she went on vacation with the few girl friends she had acquired. Hell, he was the one that had finally convinced her to go. He kept himself busy, spent the days with Sarah and Ivan, Teddy, Dodger and Lilho but it was the nights that was the worst. The loneliness, the emptiness, the silence, God their house without Natalia in it was so different, and truth be told he didn't like it. He was sure by now his texts were bugging her and so tried to be patient, he knew she didn't have much signal where she was but he also knew she deserved this time and was happy she was having a good time as well.

Staring at his phone for the hundredth time since putting their kids to bed though, it was getting late and he hadn't heard from her since early afternoon, ow was he really so obsessive now? She was having a good time, he didn't want to make her feel like he was more important than that. His heart felt heavy, the darkness being kept away by only the candle he lit on their coffee table. The TV wasn't even on, his sketches of her scattered over the table. Damn it, he really was missing the only woman he loved.

A sigh escaped his lips, of course they could have time away from one another and she would be back in less than a week but this was the first time for years that they hadn't been talking or in contact in one way or another for hours. HIs body craved to touch her, his soul ached for her, his heart begging for the day he could rush to the airport and hold her in his arms again. God, he was a silly old man, truly.

Ivan and Sarah were missing their Mommy too, he could sense it. They took longer to settle down for naps and at night, they felt cranky at bath time and he was sure they were trying to find her in every person they saw on the beach. Tony even popped over, it didn't take long after fifteen missed calls that Steven was pining for only one phone call. Its not like Steven had let things go either, the house was clean and tidy, the twins and fur babies were having as much fun with him as they could and he wasn't laying on the couch doing nothing, but Tony knew he was simply missing her and feeling bad for feeling that way as she deserved a vacation. Tony tried to convince him he wasn't being selfish, that what he felt was natural, especially when you had someone around daily and then they’re not.

Tonight though, Tony helped him settle the kids down and made sure he ate some dinner and had a couple of beers, the mechanic insisted he could stay longer but Steven said he wanted time on his own and Natalia was going to call in the night anyway. Steven wasn't lying, his wife always made sure she called at nights and tried to text him when she could. Not because she felt she had too, but because she was missing him too.

Ten-thirty at night came, picking up his phone, he checked his messages again then sighed and placed it on the table, she was a couple of hours ahead of him and he found himself adjusted to her new time zone. Shaking his head, was that obsessive? God he hoped not. They didn't have to be connected to the hip, he was like that at all, but he was allowed to miss her presence in his life, that was normal right to miss the mother of your children and your soulmate?

When he went to bed, he hugged her pillow, the bed seemed far too big, and he had been finding himself going to bed earlier and earlier, simply because he didn't know what else to do, his life without her really wasn't anything was it? She was apart of it all, the days and nights. Did he need help?

Jumping in the shower, leaving the phone exactly where it was on the coffee table to stop himself from checking it every thirty seconds, he tried to wash away his thoughts. He smiled imagining her having dinner with her friends, laughing, dancing, having adventures and making memories, even in his head she looked beautiful and it warmed his heart he knew she was enjoying herself. She more than deserved it.

Drying himself off he stepped out and put some pajamas on, padding his feet quietly towards the twins bedrooms to check they were soundly and happily sleeping before making his way back down stairs and into the kitchen. The two dogs lifted their heads up from their sleep, realised he was okay and settled back down, their cat jumped from the back of the sofa and stretched over the window sill of the kitchen just as Steven switched the kettle on.

Reaching over towards the radio, he quietly put on a radio channel to fill the silence he still wasn't used to yet. The kettle stopped and he found himself pouring himself a cup of coffee, his eyes glanced at the clock ten thirty five maybe wasnt a good time to drink coffee but he didnt want miss her phone call if she called.

Making his way back to the settee, he smiled softly and patted the heads of Dodger and Teddy and they snuggled up to him. Sipping his coffee he leaned back into the back of the sofa and tried to think of anything but his wife. He really did have it all, a beautiful wife inside and out, two magical little angels as children, the best dogs and cat he could ever ask for, a gorgeous family home near Brooklyn Beach, and a life he could only ever dream of. He knew how lucky and blessed he was everyday and he tried not to take any of it for granted either.

Every time I think of you I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here And you're miles away

Missing you....

The words from the song on the radio finally hitting him, it was about someone missing someone when theyre left but Steven just heard it as just missing someone special and he was. “Dont worry bubba’s , Mommy will be home next week” he whispered to the dogs as if they needed reassurance. Steven Rogers without his other half, hmmm this really was a novelty.

Okay Steven, enough! Stop being a grumpy old sap. She’s allowed to go away and shes having fun, stop thinking about her. Do something for you!!

His mind shouted at him, his mind was right, was the hell was he doing? With that he stood up and took his coffee mug to the sink , washing it out and putting it on the side just as his phone rang. Running straight over to the coffee table he picked his phone up and grinned as he saw “Wife <3″ I.D calling. Answering it quickly, he suddenly was met with the face of his wife smiling back at him “God youre so beautiful” his words slipped out making his wife laugh “You’re meant to say hi baby first” he blushed softly and smirked “Hi baby” making them both laugh.

Sitting down on the sofa, he couldnt stop staring at her, face timing was so mihc better than a simple phone call, he loved seeing the way the small creases near her eyes would appear as she laughed and smiled, how her eyes twinkled when they talked and how her lips made him feel like a teenager and yet so calm and loved at the same time. Leaning forward slightly, he tried to balance the phone against the candle, it sliding down as Steven caught it and laughed, deciding to hold it instead. God he missed her and she missed him too, no matter where they were they were madly inlove with one another and nothing would change that.

They chatted about their day, Natalia telling him she had been on a boat ride and swam around an island with the girls, that she was tired from it but it was so worth it. Of course, Steven, even though he didnt want her to leave, said if she was tired she could get some sleep, but it was clear she , too, didnt want to leave just yet either. Steven told her that he took them all on the small boat, Natalia chuckling as they had both been on boats that day, they said in words what their bodies were already telling the other, that they missed and loved one another. Steven showed her their sleeping furbabies and then headed back up stairs, after making sure everything was locked. No matter what, they never seemed to run out of things to say.

Creeping into their twin’s rooms, he showed Mommy her beautiful sleeping angels, seeing the tears build up in her eyes, he tried to reassure her they were all doing okay but she was going to be smothered with love from them all when she comes back, making her smile. Heading into their room, he slipped into bed and placed ‘her’ on her pillow facing him, it felt like she was facing him in bed too. Smiling softly at her, he noticed the small yawn she tried to hide from him “baby you need sleep” his tone was soft and loving, this phone call could last forever and it wouldn't be enough but he also knew she needed sleep “no...no....sweetheart, I want to talk to you a little but longer” his smile grew a little more at her stubbornness “I love you so much Natalia” His wife grinned “And I love you too, Steven Rogers, my gorgeous husband”

He watched as her eyes flickered closed, but he didnt end the call as she murmured about missing him “I miss you too babygirl, not long now, you better be having fun out there. Captain’s orders” he saw her sleepingly smile as sleep unwillingly took her from him. As she fell into sleep soundly, he snuggled up into the blankets, she looked so peaceful and he loved her even more in that moment, if at all possible. “Sweet dreams Princess” He could see her skin was slightly more tanned than normal, her hair tussled against the pillow and caressed down her neck, her neck he longingly wanted to kiss.

Now it was his eyes that felt heavy but he didnt want to end the call just yet. He wanted to still have her close to him just a little bit longer, but sleep had other plans and wanted to take him to slumber as well. Within minutes, the struggle between the old man and sleep was over and Steven was sound asleep, more peaceful than he had slept the night before without her. It wasnt until his phone battery died around 4am that the phone call was ended. Love.....both Steven and Natalia said they didnt believe in it before one another now it was everything to them. They truly were meant for one another.

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entamewitchlulu · 4 years

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oh my god there was only one bed for pendulumshipping? maybe theyre staying at a hotel and there was a miscommunication and yuya's too nice to let reiji say that its a miscommunication because the staff are already way too overworked and do not deserve to have to deal with that

i need you to know that i owe you my life

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“I’m so, so sorry, Mr. Akaba,” the harried receptionist said, actually getting up and bowing to him several times. “I cannot imagine what could have gone wrong. Please don’t worry, I’ll make sure this is fixed, right away.”

“It’s fine,” Reiji said. “Please take your time.”

It actually wasn’t fine — Reiji was dead on his feet from no less than three meetings and two press conferences in a single day, not including his exhibition duel with Yuya just a few hours ago. All he had wanted was to get into a hotel room, fall face first onto the bed, and stay unconscious until at least noon tomorrow.

Unfortunately, it appeared that there was some bug in the system, and his reservation had mysteriously disappeared — while the hotel was all but full of the dueltainment convention attendees. At this point, Reiji would have taken a cot in the hallway if it could get him off of his feet and into blessed unconsciousness.

He shifted back onto one foot, leaning on the handle of his rolling suitcase. The receptionist’s furiously clacking keys were just annoying enough to keep him awake, and on edge. The last thing he wanted was to blame the poor receptionist for this mix up, but he was draining his patience quickly. Were there any hotels near here that he might book instead?

“Oh, Reiji! I didn’t know you were at this hotel too!”

Reiji blinked from the edge of passing out, turning his head towards the voice. It was Yuya, of course — he’d recognized his voice immediately. Yuya hurried over to him, and immediately paused, looking him up and down.

“You look like someone beat you up,” he said, rather bluntly.

It was enough to draw a small, tired laugh from Reiji’s throat.

“Perhaps someone did,” he said. “You booked a room here? I thought you’d go straight home.”

“I thought I would too, but I got caught up with some of the other duelists after the exhibition matches, knew I’d miss the trains. Managed to snag a room here.”

He glanced at the pale faced, furiously typing receptionist, and then at Reiji’s tired face. He frowned.

“Something wrong?”

“No, no,” Reiji said, waving a hand. “There was, perhaps, a miscommunication of some kind...or a bug in the system. At any rate, it seems my reservation may have not gone through.”

He blinked a few times to try to keep himself awake, steeling himself for another walk to see if another hotel might have a spot — at this point, he was only causing a stir.

“I suppose I may have to see if anywhere else has an opening for the night — I don’t want to cause any further distress here.”

“What? Looking like that?” Yuya said, looking him up and down again. “You’ll pass out before you take one step out the door.”

“There are few options,” Reiji started, but Yuya had already wrapped an arm about his elbow and turned towards the receptionist.

“Can you just add him to my room? It’s 304. I’ve got the key and my ID here if you need to check it.”

Reiji attempted to protest — or at least, he thought he did, but what came out may have been little more than a mumble, as even in his exhaustion he was suddenly hyper aware of Yuya’s arm hooked into his. The receptionist looked uncertain, glancing between the two of them, and asked Reiji something that he didn’t process.

“It’s fine! We’re friends — you probably saw the duel, right? Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Reiji tried to stir himself, but he found himself accepting the second room key from the receptionist, and nodding vaguely when he bowed again and insisted that Reiji would get a refund or some form of compensation for this inconvenience, and then Yuya was taking Reiji’s suitcase with one hand and steering him towards the elevator with the other.

“Yuya,” Reiji said. “You don’t...”

“Oh, hush,” Yuya said, keying in for floor three. “Look at you — you’re going to keel over. You need to sleep.”

Reiji was tired. Tired enough that it wasn’t until Yuya unlocked the room and led them inside that it occurred to him that Yuya had planned on staying at this hotel alone. And that he had just invited Reiji into a room that had only one bed.

Yuya steered him straight towards the single bed, turning him around and making him sit down.

“You need some serious shut eye,” he said.

“Yuya,” Reiji said. “I cannot take your bed.”

Yuya blinked at him. They hadn’t turned the lights on, so Reiji couldn’t be sure, but...was Yuya blushing? Reiji wasn’t so tired that his mind wasn’t starting to work overtime about the entire situation — being so close to him — being in the same room as him — thoughts about him that Reiji had spent months upon months trying to suppress, trying to hide.

Yuya would never think of me like that, he’d always told himself. It will not do to strain our professional relationship with unnecessary feelings.

But Yuya’s hands were still on his shoulders, and they were warm, and they were both staring at each other in the dark of a hotel room with only one bed.

Yuya cleared his throat.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I think I could fit on the couch. You clearly look like you need the rest more than me.”

Reiji’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly — had some part of him hoped...? No, no, but that was foolish. He had to remember to keep his thoughts in check, even if he was tired. But...

“That ‘couch’ is a loveseat,” Reiji argued. “You’d have to curl up to fit.”

“It’s okay!”

��No, it’s not.”

“Well if I can’t fit on the couch, you definitely can’t.”

“Then I will sleep on the floor. Or request a cot.”

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor! If you’re gonna be like this, then we’ll just both use bed!”

The words hung for a moment between them. Even in the dark, it was obvious that Yuya’s cheeks burned — and if the heat in Reiji’s face was any indication, so were his. For what felt like minutes, but was perhaps only seconds, they only sat in the echoing words. Reiji didn’t know where to direct his thoughts or where to try to suppress them anymore. The bed was certainly large enough for both of them but...but they would be very close...

Yuya coughed, clearing his throat.

“Fine,” he said. “That settles it.”

He turned on his heel and headed into the bathroom. Reiji watched him disappear. After a few moments, still thinking about it — wondering if Yuya was simply trying to get him to pass out before crunching on the couch — he couldn’t last any longer. He didn’t even change out of his clothes, slipping off his shoes and dropping his scarf to the floor before sliding beneath the covers.

He was nearly asleep when he heard the door open again. Yuya stepped softly across the carpet, and Reiji was about ready to try to call him out on sneaking over to the couch when he got the sensation that Yuya was standing very near him. He heard Yuya’s soft breaths above him, heard the carpet squish beneath his feet. Then Reiji heard him walking around the bed, felt the covers shift as Yuya carefully slid himself into bed next to him. The mattress sunk slightly under his weight, close enough that Reiji felt his body lean towards him ever so slightly.

Reiji was starting to regret having gotten into bed facing away from the bathroom — if he opened his eyes, he’d be looking right at Yuya. Was Yuya facing away from him, laying as close to the edge of the bed as possible? If he managed to crack open his exhausted eyes, would he see Yuya’s face instead? Reiji wasn’t sure which he hoped for.

He was so tired. Too tired to think about it. He felt himself drifting down, down, down.

At the very, very edge of sleep, he felt something touch his hand. Not enough to wake him — almost...tentative. He felt a hand, fingers, gently touching the back of his. Yuya’s fingers were cool, and nervous, shying back when Reiji sighed a little too heavily. Reiji tried to slow his breathing.

He was nearly asleep again when he felt Yuya gently touch his hand again — this time, Reiji was certain of it.

He knew that if he opened his eyes, Yuya would be facing him. Perhaps in the morning, this would seem like nothing more than a dream. Maybe it was. Maybe they would both never speak of it again.

But for one night. Just one night...Reiji let his hand relax, and when Yuya’s fingers slid gently between his, he gently squeezed his own fingers back. For one night, at least, he could believe that maybe...just maybe...he’d never needed to be worried at all.

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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I hope you stay

“And I know it makes you nervous But I promise you, it's worth it To show 'em everything you kept inside Don't hide, don't hide Too shy to say, but I hope you stay Don't hide away Come out and play,”

Warnings: Kissing, sleeping together-nonsexually

Ship: Logince

Plot: Logan and Roman have been friends for a long time, longer than most people keep friends for. Logan sometimes feels he can’t keep up with the other man, but in reality, it’s Roman who can’t keep up with Logan.

It’s a clear night and when it’s a clear night Roman knows exactly where he’ll find Logan. The wind blows his hair from his eyes, stray strands riding along the air as he looks up at the stars in the sky. It’s comforting to know the other is likely to be staring at the same stars in the sky (Nothing quite a comfortable as the stars Roman sees in his friend’s eyes).

He approaches the base of the hill in the quiet night and begins his ascent, he can see Logan at the top, cross-legged on the bench, drawing. The term “Stairway to Heaven,” had never felt so literal as his pace picks up. “Logan?” He says a little breathlessly as he gets to the top, a smile on his lips. Logan’s studious face looks up from the piece of paper and pencil in his hands before he smiles too.

“Decided to join me today?” He hums, moving up so his friend can take a seat, sliding his bag to the grass, where it rests. Roman nods and peeks at the notebook, the quiet settles between them as Logan draws and Roman watches with a warmth that makes the cold feel like a breeze. “It’s been a while since you’ve accompanied me,” His blue eyes blink with consideration and Roman has never quite felt so at home. He’d almost forgotten, in his recent endeavors to avoid the other man, how happy just seeing him makes him feel.

“I’ve been...” He trails off, unable to find his excuse that he’d already prepared because now Logan’s looking at him, and it’s like he’s looking so far into his soul that he can see how his heart beats. “Busy,” He finally manages and regrets it almost immediately because he’s never really too busy for Logan. And the other man knows this, which is why he gives a little ‘hmph’ with a smile.

“I know Roman,” Roman’s heartbeat stills for a moment until he realizes that he’s simply referring to his statement, not his affections. It’s not that he enjoys lying to the one man who can always tell when he's lying, it’s that he and Logan were not the sorts of people who got their happily ever after, not together anyway. Logan was...too far ahead of Roman. His words are endless and he has a name for every star in the sky; it was something that he’d fallen in love with, unbeknownst to himself at the time. He was too clever for Roman, he deserved someone who could think at the same pace as him, whose love was neither too much nor not enough.

But to Logan, it was Roman who was too fast. To him, Roman fell in love so often that his heart must be made of steel from all the heartbreak. Logan could never love as much as Roman does, he could barely love himself a fraction of what Roman gave to those he loved. To him, he was the one undeserving.

If you asked any of their friends, they’d sigh and say they’re perfect for each other. The boy who’d known them both the longest would tell you since they were kids they were inseparable. They’d fight sometimes, but it was never a fight that couldn’t be solved with hugs and, as Logan got older and distanced himself from everyone, at least an apology.

Their eyes meet in the quiet. Roman notices the other’s cerulean eyes and how in the night they still seem as bright as when the sun is reflecting into them. Or his dark curls and how he seemed to have had a fight with them this morning, given up and shoved hairpins in them to keep them out of his face. His glasses, slipping gently down his nose from staring down at his pad with intent. His hands had blue and white paint staining them. More importantly, Logan gives him a smile, Logan’s smile only comes when he’s truly content and that’s enough for Roman, knowing he’s happy.

“Did you have an audition today?” Logan speaks gently, his words not quiet, but soft. The younger nods, running a hand through his brown hair until it catches the hair tie that's been holding it up. He’d almost forgotten he was all dressed up for the occasion if the glitter on his eyes had been anything to go off. The hair unravels with difficulty and he can finally let the wind do as it wished with his hair. “You look...good,” That smile was going to be the death of him.

“Thanks, Lo,”

The quiet settles and Roman battles between staring at the sky or his friend (They were both beautiful, it’s a hard choice to make). Logan leans a little and rests his head on the younger’s shoulder as he continues to draw the landscape before him.

So why now had Roman decided to avoid Logan until now? For the past four weeks, he’d been avoiding the bullet although he’s quite sure Logan knows. They’d attended the yearly party thrown by their friend Virgil, a quiet man and so a quiet party, friends only sort of gig. It made it easier to drink knowing they were in good company. Too easy to drink.

Roman woke up with his friend next to him and panicked. It hadn’t been anything other than just that-sleeping, but intimacy had still managed to panic him, trying to compute the sight of his best friend, a few buttons missing off his shirt and curls making a stark contrast against the white pillows. He’d ran.

That was the issue with him most of the time, despite his reputation he really quite feared falling in love. The issue was, he is in love, he’d been in love for so long now he barely remembered how old he’d been when he realized. He’s nervous. Now, weeks of dodging the issue, he knows as he feels Logan leaning on his shoulder that for better or worse he really does have to tell him.

“Logan,” The artist hums and moves and he seems closer than he was, eyes full of diamonds and curiosity wrote into every edge of his face. This man just had to be made of stardust, there’s no way anyone can look so...soft, tired and gorgeous. “I...” His words catch in his throat and his chest feels like it’s made of paper as his heart rams into it. How do you articulate to your friend since childhood that you’d give them the Universe and your heart?

“Roman, I know,” This time, there’s a playful tug to his lips and his eyes are blinking back a little mischief, a very new look on his face but it makes Roman’s heart feel softer. “I’ve known for a few weeks, I mean, it took me a while to figure it out, and then I confided in...someone and it appears it’s something I’ve been missing for a few years,” The younger goes through several shades of red before burying his face in his hands and nodding. “It’s okay,” The artist places the sketch pad down and reaches out to squeeze Roman’s arm comfortingly “I must admit it came as a bit of a shock to me, but it felt...almost natural once I wrapped my head around it,”

Roman hugs him and buries his face in the other’s shoulder, he feels like the Universe is smiling at him now, the warmth of the other’s presence a blessing from whatever good karma he deserved. “I love you,” He finally says, and his tongue stops feeling like lead and his throat stops feeling as if it’s been closed for years.

“I love you too,”

And they do love each other. Roman’s in love with Logan and the way he can turn a blank piece of paper into dreams, or the way he looks at Roman the same way he looks at the stars-full of wonder, content, happiness (and occasionally, existential dread). Logan loves that Roman is the only man he’s ever met that can mix up two completely different words in one sentence, or that occasionally he just trips over his own feet and other days he can walk and dance like he’s made from the air itself. It had taken longer than it should to realize it, a constant in his life that he hadn’t quite realized until waking up in a bed that had contained his best friend and then didn’t. He’d felt lonely, like seeing the other’s face first thing in the morning would’ve been all he’d needed.

He’d hoped he would stay, not hide away.

Not that it matters now, as their hands dance into each other and Roman’s laugh fills the quiet with his happiness. It doesn’t matter when they walk into their house and sink into the warmth simultaneously. It doesn’t matter when the dark brown eyes drift to his lips and his hands (Rough fingertips, from playing guitar, Logan notes) come up to his face. It had seemed to never matter when their lips press together and their bodies keep each other warm in the silence of the living room. He’d never really imagined what kissing Roman would feel like, until his heart feels like it’s on fire and he realizes he probably could never have imagined it anyway.

He wakes up next to Roman this time, the younger’s arm around his waist and his face resting against the other’s back.

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tessxomarie · 5 years

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Saving You - Part I

*Hi everyone! First, I need to shoutout @hellosupernaturaldoctor for giving me advice and the confidence to even attempt this. This is my very first time writing any fan-fiction and the first time I’ve decided to post any of my writing some place other than a word doc. I’ve had this idea for this story since mid-season of the Mayans, and after the finale I put all my thoughts into a story. It starts off slow, but I promise what I have in store next will be worth it! PS, Any feedback is appreciated! - This story takes place a few months after the season one finale. Ez is now a newly patched in member, Alvarez is still working for Galindo; things have been quiet as of late, well for the most part.*

It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m just getting off of work. It’s hot as fuck outside – guess that’s the price you pay when you live in the desert. I lazily gather my purse from the backroom, before I step foot outside, I redo my hair. What was once a cute pony tail this morning has turned into a mangled mess. As my luck would have it, my hair tie snaps as soon as I go to wrap it around a third time. “Fuck.” I mumble to myself. I always wear an extra hair tie on my wrist, but I cannot have a naked wrist. “Fine, a mangled mane I will have. It’s fine, it’s fine.” I whisper to myself. If I don’t leave here now, I will lose all sanity I have left. Man, what a shit show day today has been, this heat must be getting to the kids. Two broken wrists, a broken arm, a no helmet incident and a random summer cold. I didn’t get puked or shit on, and no kid attempted to kick or hit, so I call today’s shit show a success. Just as I’m about to leave, one of my co-workers stops me, “Leah, good work today. You kept that broken arm kid really calm. Keep it up.” Elena tells me with a smile. “Thanks, Elena. I’m just doing my job, but I always welcome feedback, so thanks again.” I say to her as I head out the back door. It’s 4:30pm, I’ve been on the clock since 6am, one would think I deserve to simply go home and use my complex’s pool – oh one can dream. But nope, I’m still on the clock but I guess you could call this gig more of an always “on-call” service.

I pull up in my old school blacked out Jeep Grand Cherokee about twenty minutes after I leave the clinic to the Romeo Brothers Scrapyard, also known as the headquarters for the Mayans MC.

Chucky greets me, per usual. “Greetings Nurse Aleeah.” He says to me with a big smile and a salute. I let out a giggle as I always do whenever someone says my full name…I rarely ever go by it, but around here, I hear it more than I have in years. But Chucky, oh Chucky– how does one describe a chronic masturbator who has a good heart and is part of the biker world without truly being a biker? I guess I just did, didn’t I? “Hey Chucky, how are you?” I ask as I park and exit my Jeep. “I am well, swell actually. I have no complaints today.” Chucky answers with a big smile. “Good, I’m glad to hear that.” I say as I give his arm a friendly squeeze. “The boys need your assistance, I don’t know details but clearly someone got messed up hence why you are here.” Chucky explains in typical Chucky fashion.I roll my eyes as I stand in front of the clubhouse. “It’s always something with these boys, huh?” I rhetorically ask. Chucky nods his head and heads back to the office. I walk up the steps and take a deep breath before I enter the clubhouse. This club is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the fuck you’re going to get so it’s best you just grin and bear it. Is it just a cut from a broken beer bottle? Did a fight break out and there is blood everywhere? A bullet wound? A stabbing wound? A rat bite? Like I said, you just never know. I open the doors and pray today is nothing major. “Have no fear, your favorite RN is here.” I announce as I enter the clubhouse and strike a pose in the doorway. “Umm, isn’t it RN BSN?” Riz corrects as he stands and greets me. “Have I told you that you’re my favorite?” I reply with a playful wink and smile, it does make me truly happy that these guys acknowledge and are proud of my accomplishments. “Hola Aleeah.” Riz says to me while we greet with a warm hug, per usual. “Hey, I spy my favorite nurse!” Gilly shouts from across the room. Creeper, Hank and Taza also wave from the card table. “Greetings gentlemen, you all seem to be in one piece.” I say as I mosey around the few tables between me and the guys. “Although that pleases me, who is the one who called up 1-800-Rescue Nurse?” I sarcastically spit, which receives some laughs from the guys. “They’re in church.” Hank points towards the door. “They? Plural?” I ask looking at Riz, and he nods to confirm. “Jesus Christ.” I say palming my face. “Lee Baby!” Coco shouts from exiting church and walking over to me with open arms. “Ah, Coco Loco.” I reply with a smile and we hug. “How are you doing, Coco?” I ask after we break our embrace. “A lot better than your next two victims.” He replies, him not making much eye contact and that just gives it away – I know automatically who my victims are. “You gotta be kidding me? They got into it again?!” All Coco does is nod and look down at the floor. “How bad?” I ask. “What do you mean? How bad do they look? Or how bad is it between them?” Coco asks me. I shake my head with disgrace. I angrily take my steps towards church and I aggressively open the door. “Damn, she is pissed.” I hear Creeper’s echo as I close the door, as soon I enter the room. Looking at the table, I see them. One is at one end, the other one on the opposite end. I drop my nurse’s bag on the table and cross my arms. “You two have some damn nerve - getting into it again. Jesus. You’re fucking brothers, you are blood – blood don’t do this shit.” I yell with anger and confusion. Silence fills the air as the guys look at each other and up at me. Bishop then looks over to me and quirks an eyebrow and half smile. “Excuse my poor manners, Bish. Your boys tend to make me lose all sanity I have left at the end of a work week.” I tell him as I walk over and give him a warm embrace. “Oh Leah, you’re fine. I know this shit has been out of control recently.” Bishop pauses and looks over to the guys. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll let you handle them now. I’ll be outside if you need a referee.” Bishop exits and I just stand there, crossed arms again. Both boys refuse to look me in the eye, but instead stare each other down. “Are you just going to stand there?” Angel seethes. I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Give me one good reason as to why I should fix the both of you up? Huh? Because as I see it, this is the fourth time this month…THIS MONTH! Angel, please, humor me and explain to me why the fuck I should tend to your wounds yet again? Maybe if I let you both be, you’ll learn these fights aren’t worth it.” I take a deep breath myself, and I run my hand through my tangled hair, which I then end up putting up in a pony tail right after, I’ll just have to remember to find another hair tie to wear on my wrist later. “Alright, I’m sorry I went off. You two, you two just frustrate me.” I say holding my hands up mimicking a surrender. I take another breath and look between the boys. My gaze is drawn to EZ, probably because he’s the easier one out of the two. “Okay, EZ, I see that nasty cut on your cheek, oh and your hand – good going big brother.” I say as I look over to Angel. He looks away the moment I look his way. “Shocker, EZ gets to be first yet again.” Angel chirps. “Seriously?” I snap. “I’m over here fucking bleeding, I could be dying but all you and anyone ever cares about is Ezekiel.” “Shut it Angel, just shut it, please.” I beg. I start to tend to EZ’s war wounds; some cuts, a nasty one on his cheek – I’m guessing Angel’s rings got the best of him this time around. EZ, he doesn’t say much this time I’m here. I know that he feels the same way as me – he’s tired of this back and forth shit with his brother. “EZ, no more. It’s one thing when you all call me to take a bullet out, or to give a rabies shot, but this shit – playground fights, I’m done.” I explain as I place the last bandage strip to his cheek. EZ doesn’t make eye contact, and his jaw is clenched. His knees shaking. “I know, Lee. I’m sorry you’re doing this again.” EZ tells me as he finally meets my eyes for the first time. EZ, he’s easy to read. He wears his emotions in his eyes, his eyes right now are filled with pain and sadness. This whole feud with Angel, it’s taken a toll on everyone in this club. It’s been almost eight months of this fuckery. “Remove the bandage Sunday night, it needs about 48 hours to heal. If you feel the need to remove it beforehand, clean it thoroughly. Have some of your favorite tequila tonight, and you will be good.” I tell EZ as I throw away the things I used to care for him. “Thanks, Lee.” He says as he kisses me on the cheek and walks somberly out of church. My heart aches for EZ, because the pain – physical and emotional is all over his face and body. Angel hasn’t taken his eyes off of the wall nor has he spoken. I slide my bag down the table as I slowly make my way towards him. Rubber gloves are on, and I grab his face. “Let’s see your damage.” I say, like a dog would when a human goes to check their mouth for something, Angel gives me a little tension as I touch his face. Again, no eye contact. A look of annoyance screams from his expression. I see a nasty cut on the side of his head, by his eye – a sensitive area which bleeds more than most. A black eye is also forming. “Jesus Christ, Angel.” I say examining the cut a little further. “This has to stop. I’m begging. I cannot deal with looking at you two like this, because my fear is that one day, I’m going to be too late to help any of you.” “What if it is?” He spews. I scoff, “No more.” Is all I manage to say. I take out an alcohol swab to clean out his cut. “This is going to sting, on the count of three – one, two, three.” I say as I then put the swab against the cut. A loud hiss comes from Angel and an instant reaction of mine is to grab his face and blow lightly at the cut, helping the sting not be so painful. Angel’s eyes then lock with mine, a look of shock and confusion fill his brown eyes. Angel and I, we’ve had a very interesting relationship since I first came to Santo Padre. He gave me an attitude and I gave it right back – he seemed more pissed off when I talked back than just walking away, and the more I talked back, the more tension built up between us. We started out on the wrong foot, and that’s how we have remained. He lets me care for him, depending on the time of day. Sometimes he lets his girlfriend, well I think she’s his girlfriend, Adelita, clean him up. Today, for whatever reason, he stuck around the clubhouse. I continue to blow on his wound, and I wince back in pain for him because I know it had to sting like a bitch. “Uhh, sorry. It’s a habit of mine, when I treat the kids, I have to do this; they hate it too, so that technique helps them...” I ramble and look away because I sense a bit of embarrassment, as I’ve never been “nice” to Angel. I look and reach back at the table to grab what I need next, just as I turn to face Angel again, I notice a very small smile on his face. “What?” I question, because seeing him smile legit concerns me. “It’s nothing, Leah.” He says monotone and lets me continue working on him. A few more minutes go by, and I determine that he doesn’t need any stitches, just a little butterfly work on one of his eyebrows. “Okay, that’s all. No stitches today, that cut on the side of your face, it’s a sensitive area that bleeds more than most. Your eyebrow cut, it’s an awkward cut – it’s ugly but not ugly enough for stitches. My only request is when you clean it out, could you please use both water and soap?” I emphasize. I know how these guys operate. They either use a dirty rag or tap water to clean themselves up. I turn to clean up my stuff and Angel lets out a minor laugh, which catches me off guard. I look at him and quirk an inquisitive look. Angel stands up, he turns behind his chair and lightly pounds his fist to the back of it. “You sounded just like my ma.” He tells me, in the softest voice I have ever heard Angel speak in. I offer him a small smile as I already know what that history is. Angel leaves church, and per usual no other words are spoken, no thank you’s, nothing. I stay behind a few more moments and collect my thoughts and belongings. I hear the door open, at first I’m startled but relieved it’s just Bishop. “How we doin’, sweetheart?” He asks. I let out a very deep sigh and my facial expression tells my feelings of this whole ordeal. Bishop can’t help but laugh, “I know, Lee. I know.” He tells me as he pulls me in for a hug. “I just need to go home and lay in bed and watch a trashy romcom.” I exclaim as I grab my bag. “I think you’ve deserved that, but before you go – you have a visitor.” He tells me. A look of a deer in the head-lights flashes across my face, who the hell could be visiting me? “Just come with me.” Bishop motions for me to take his hand and follow him. Nerves take over, with the Club, you never know what can happen. As I exit the room, I see the guys scattered all over the clubhouse yet all eyes are on me. “Your visitor is the biggest pain in my ass, so make it quick.” Bishop says, but I catch his playfulness I his voice and I look to the bar and I see who Bishop is talking about – Marcus Alvarez.

#Mayans MC #fanfic #My writing #angel reyes #ez reyes

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mcrtalstrike · 5 years

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1,3,4,6,7,8 for gruljin. 2,3,4,5,8,9,10 for tyrajin blease

Gruljin:1. Who snuggles into the other’s neck before kissing them on the cheek?

Grul bc hes the one who wont impale the other in the process and who wouldnt do that to Vol’jin? Also its gruls fav place to snuggle someone.3. Who starts to sing in the shower and who joins in singing outside of the bathroom?Grul wouldn’t even know what Vol’jin is saying in the rare times he ever sings in Zandali while showering, of course until he learns some and is all too proud to follow along to Vol’jins surprise. Vol’jin doesn’t really make his presence known while Grul is bathing unless, yknow, he wants to bathe with him

4. Who likes it when the other cups their cheek in their hand?

Vol’jin loves that kind of gesture being done to him its just the number 1 way to make him melt, especially if that also includes a beard scratch. Free beard scratches are gOOD beard scratches.

6. What would happen if they had to babysit a child for the day?I did basically answer this in another question but ill summarise: Big soft dad who entertains the kid with baby raptors and goblin dad who lets the kid drink soda ans stay up all night7. What is one experience that they had together that they will never forget?Theres some golden moments that they will never forget where their job paths crossed and they worked together, but there was a moment where Thrall invited Grul for dinner and drinking with Vol’jin and other friends of theirs. It ended in Vol’jin and Grul passed out in a small hut at the beach and for the first time in years of their lives they got to sleep in and just do nothing.8. Who puts their cold hands on the other person to get warm?Vol’jin always has warm hands so basically with anyone he loves he’ll put his hands on their face when he sees theyre cold and with Grul it works extra well because. His hands are fuckin. huge.

Tyrajin:

2. Who puts on the other’s clothes and playfully pretends to be them?TYRATHAAAAAN he would have definitely put on the clothes the Pandaren gave Vol’jin like “Look at me I think Im so scary but I cried when I hit a human with my tusk” And Vol’jin just blankly replies with “You gonna smell like me if you do that” which, Immediately shuts Tyrathan up.3. Who starts to sing in the shower and who joins in singing outside of the bathroom?

Tyrathan lights up the moment he hears Vol’jin even humming, and will softly sing along in Zandali with Vol’jin god i love these old gays

4. Who likes it when the other cups their cheek in their hand?

Like I said Vol’jin loves that kind of affection, but Tyrathan loves feeling secure and his partner being the source of that security, so he would love to be in Vol’jins hands.

5. How do they emotionally support each other?

They both hold many emotional and physical scars, and know exactly how to support one another. Tyrathan runs his hands through Vol’jins hair while looking him in the eyes to help calm him down from emotional turmoil and grief, Vol’jin simply sits by Tyrathan and is in his presence. Both will offer a fireplace, a bath or some incense or tea to ease them.

8. What is one experience that they had together that they will never forget?

The last time they saw each other. Neither of them would forget the times they had but they frequently look back to the sadness in each others eyes with having to part ways and pretend to be enemies again.

9. Who puts their cold hands on the other person to get warm?

These two are the perfect cold/hot hand ratio. Vol’jin doesnt even stop at the hands he wraps his whole body around Tyrathan to keep him warm.

10. Who gets really lovey-dovey when there is a snow storm outside?

Tyrathan probably would imply he would love to cuddle in front of a fire and Vol’jin would immediately get the idea and just. flop down like “you gonna hop on top of me or what?”

#Anonymous #Gruljin #Tyrajin #Vol'jin

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edsbrak · 6 years

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heyy so I saw that steddie ask you answered and I really really loved it! I never see enough of my bois so I was wondering if you could do another headcanon thing, maybe them getting together in high school and Eddie going to Stans games?? thanks!

aahhhh thank you sm!! dude i’m LOVE them atm, and holy shit yes what a good place to start, okay, I’ll give it my best shot

high school steddie under cut!! :D

so, over the Losers high school years, they all kinda dated each other for small periods of time??

you know like that sorta fake high school dating where you go on a few dates and hold hands with your friend

(maybe thats just me I dunno)

but I mean it’s the Losers club I’m pretty sure they all had crushes on each other at some point!!

so, Bill and Bev have this on and off thing going on, while Bev and Richie also hook up on occasion

Mike was Stan’s first kiss

Eddie finally moved on from his pining over Bill after they kissed and Bill said he could never do more than that

yada yada

everyone is,,, sort of shocked when Eddie and Stan start to have a thing??

it just happened one night, all of them hanging out at someone’s house, and at some point Richie suggests spin the bottle bc of course he does smh

and when Eddie spins the bottle and it lands on Stan, he’s kinda nervous?? like they’re all amazingly close but he and Stan never showed signs in being into each other like that and it just feels kinda weird thinking about kissing each other

only everyone else is cheering them on so finally Stan crawls over to Eddie and drops a 3 second kiss onto his lips

and Eddie,,, doesnt hate it??

in fact he’s kind of surprised by how natural it felt??

so later that night Eddie sneaks outside to sit by himself, and eventually Stan goes to find him and asks if he’s okay

and Eddie says he is, but another part of him refuses to spill to Stan what exactly he’s thinking about

but get this,,, Stan is a smart mother trucker

so he kinda has a feeling and just straight up asks Eddie if it was because of their kiss

and Eddie refuses to meet his eyes, cheeks heating up, and Stan feels his own heart start to beat faster because whoa has Eddie always been this cute????? oh shit

so from there they become two stumbling idiots who start to realise how good they could be together?? but theyre both scared to take th next step as well?

“Stan, youre one of my best friends!” Eddie panics

“I know” Stan says, hating to think about if this turned sour then they might not stay friends after

but they think if the other Losers can do it then so can they??

so one night they go out on a secret date to a diner in town

they sit on opposite sides of the booth cause theyre nervous and dont want to rush this okay??

but as the night goes on, they kinda just talk and laugh like they usually do, kinda forgetting that theyre actually on a date? and when it comes time for dessert, Stan has always wanted to share a milkshake with someone, so he orders the strawberry one, and Eddie’s gone nervous again but he’s giddy at the same time

so when the drink comes, Stan leans in close and takes the first sip, waiting to see if Eddie will too

and he does, blushing as he moves forward to take the other straw, their faces closer and Eddie cant stop glancing down to Stans lips, and same for Stan

when they leave and Stan walks Eddie home, Eddie honestly can’t wait any longer and kisses Stan right there in the street, and he loops his arms around Stan shoulders and Stan pulls Eddie in closer by his hips

it’s amazing and they both feel a million tingles appear on their bodies

when Eddie pulls back, he laughs, mostly out of shock that this all happened, and Stan laughs because Eddie is just so adorable, god

the rest of the Losers dont find out for a couple weeks, and they’re all pretty shocked because they never would’ve pegged Stan and Eddie to get together

and they all think it wont last, only because its the Losers club ya know??

only Eddie and Stan are still going strong for months after their first date, and the Losers are really happy for them and honestly find them super cute?

Eddie will sit in Stan’s lap during movie nights, and Eddie will always have extra food for Stan at lunch time that he wants his boyfriend to try

theyre always so considerate of each other and even when Richie makes fun of them he’s secretly so happy that they’re happy?

Eddie really adores ticking himself into Stan’s side or getting piggybacks from him

Stan simply loves kissing all over Eddie’s face bc his boyfriend releases the cutest giggles EVER

also Stan goes to all of Eddie’s track meets and helps his boy with warm up exercises and strategy

and Eddie goes to all of Stan’s baseball games, cheering him on in the stands with the other losers so loudly they almost distract him at some point

they both LOVE watching their bf kick ass in their respective sports, and one thing that Eddie has become addicted to is wearing Stan’s uniform whenever he’s not playing

so he’ll just turn up to school in Stan’s jersey, branding his bf’s name on the back proudly, and Stan absolutely turns beat red every time he sees it swallowing Eddie’s tiny frame

(he especially loves seeing Eddie wear it when they’re alone together)

so whoa this got long

but basically high school!steddie is the shit and I love them so much and are the cutest couple EVER

the end xoxo

feel free to send me headcanons anytime!! xx

#steddie #headcanons #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #99

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talesfromthepayload · 7 years

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Sweet as Sugar

Anon: Hello!! Would you mind writing a soldier 76 x reader where he is her sugar daddy but he falls in love with her (and she does too) and theyre too shy to say it but one day he just blurts it our accidentally and then they do it ;) - it’s okay if you don’t want to, thank youu!!

A/N: NSFW

You savored the taste of coffee, equal parts bitter and sweet, washing away the exhaustion of the sleepless night before.

Truth was, you weren’t as okay as you acted. You were in deep, and you knew it, but you couldn’t seem to pull yourself out. If only you hadn’t fallen in love with the man.

If only you hadn’t fallen for the soft smiles and bright eyes.

But you did.

You knew it had to end. You couldn’t keep going on like this. You and Jack had an agreement, he was paying for your way through college- with money you didn’t dare ask how he attained it- and in return, you’d offer him companionship. In the beginning, it wasn’t even about sex. It was just about hearing him out, almost like you were a damn therapist, but then he’d admitted to a physical need.

He told you it was your choice, that if you didn’t want to offer that up, he wouldn’t ask again. Something had you accepting his proposal. You weren’t sure if it was your own physical needs, or perhaps it was because you’d grown fond of the man, but you initiated the contact.

You almost wish you could go back, to tell him no, then book it the hell out of there.

In the beginning, it was so much easier. He’d been rough, and very to the point. There wasn’t a lot of unnecessary touches or longing kisses. As time passed, it began to get more intimate, as if it wasn’t a transaction, but a meaningful communion.

Just last night he’d looked deep into your eyes as the throes of pleasure took hold, your head falling back towards the pillows. He’d watched you so sweetly, cooing the most loving and reverent words into your ear. You found your heart breaking in your chest when you remembered that you weren’t his lover, you were his way to find release.

That was when you realized you needed to get out.

You’d find a way to pay on your own. You’d do anything if it meant getting away from him.

“(Y/N),” Jack greeted, a sigh on his lips as he sat himself across from you.

He was sans visor and mask, bright eyes shining as they always did. The rays of sun fell onto his figure, illuminating the harsh scars that were drawn on his face. His exterior was so tough, something you found to be very contradicting of who he was inside.

Your smile was bittersweet, your warm mug hitting the table with a small thud. You were in your apartment, somewhere you felt rather comfortable, as you steeled yourself to give him the news.

“Jack,” you began, a little more cordial than normal.

It was disappointing that it came to this. He meant so much to you, and to think you were going to have to go on without him, it nearly broke your heart.

He inclined his head, his eyes alert, as if he knew you were going to say something bad. One of his hands were resting on his visor, which lay discarded on the wood table. A defense mechanism, you realized.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart was beginning to tear at the seams, the blood and oxygen pumping through not seeming enough. You could feel that pressure behind your eyes, the one trying to force tears through, but you didn’t grant it the satisfaction. You steeled your gaze, straightened your spine, and pursed your lips.

Jack’s eyebrows shot up, mouth opening as words failed to form. He was surprised.

You watched as his chest moved with a few breaths, his tongue darting out to wet his tongue as he worked out a sentence in his mind.

Finally: “Why?”

You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your voice void of any emotion as you spoke.

“I’m sorry, Jack, I really am, I just can’t.” You whispered.

The look behind his cerulean eyes was too much. You looked away, staring at the light reflecting off your kitchen counter. It was still pretty early in the morning when you called him. You’d preferred it that way so you wouldn’t toss and turn all night while thoughts haunted your mind.

You didn’t doubt that despite you having an entire day to process it, it’d still sting come nighttime.

“Why?” He repeated, this time a little harder.

It wasn’t anger. No, you knew when he was angry, he was tense. His voice would get gravelly, more so than normal, his tone almost eerily calm. This wasn’t anger, this was something you couldn’t quite place, something you’d never heard before.

Desperate didn’t seem quite the right word, but it was definitely toying along that line.

“Does it matter?” You breathed out after a pause.

Though his gaze was begging for you to look, you focused anywhere but him, but the very apartment you were standing in held memories everywhere.

In the sink lay an unwashed pan, one you hadn’t gotten around to cleaning yet, where Jack had made you dinner the night before. On the floor by the fridge was a scuff mark, where Jack had gotten a little eager while moving things toward the bedroom that he didn’t even know his own strength. A million little things around your apartment, things that most wouldn’t even notice, flashed memories through your mind.

God, this hurt.

“Yes it matters,” Jack said, something in that gruff voice of his just getting to you.

Finally, your eyes snapped to him, and fuck you were weak. You were breaking under his gaze, you just knew it, but you couldn’t tell him.

Jesus, you couldn’t tell him.

Maybe you were a coward, but you’d rather run that let him know how you felt.

Jack wasn’t deterred by you, a wild look in his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair, getting closer to you.

“I can’t lose you,” he pleaded, by now less than an inch before you.

“I just love you so much and I-”

He froze.

You froze.

He what?

You noticed the minute he realized what he said, his gaze going wide and his muscles tense. He was reaching for his visor when your hand flew out, a weak grasp keeping him in place. You knew he was more than strong enough to rip your hand away and carry on, but he was stopped by curiosity.

“Jack,” you began tentatively, watching carefully.

He was vulnerable. It was clear in the slow rise of his chest and the bob of his Adam’s apple. Something was shining in those baby blue eyes, something akin to hope, and with a surge of courage, you felt confident in telling him.

“The reason I wanted it to end was because I love you,” you admitted quietly.

A beat passed with nothing happening.

And then another.

And another.

You laughed nervously, half wondering if you’d broken the man.

“Jack?”

All at once he snapped back. No longer was he restrained by unspoken feelings, instead acting simply upon his heart’s desires. He surged forward, his hands on your head pulling you in for a kiss as it’d done time and time before, only, this was different.

The slide of your lips against him was hungry, but loving. It was passionate, and fiery, and desperate, and needy. He was a man that starved for love.

The swipes of his tongue against yours were soothing, unlike their normal roughness. He was exploratory with your tongue, soft and slow. You sighed into the contact, feeling his smile brush against your lips.

It was sickly sweet, your fingers twining with his as you led him towards the bedroom, your hot drink abandoned on the table. Jack was watching you with adoration, a soft upturn of his lips not stuttering once. His fingers fell away from yours, running up the smooth skin of your abdomen as his eyes followed the path of your shirt, stopping only once it landed on the ground.

“Your turn?” You asked playfully, hopefully.

Jack found himself infected by the lively behavior, chucking his shirt to the side without a second thought. His heart sped fast in his chest as your gaze slid over every scar that made him. He knew you were looking at him, not in the way someone starved eyes a meal, but in the way an artist admires their work.

“I’ll never understand how perfect you are,” you breathed.

A chuckle worked its way up Jack’s throat, your eyes perking at the sound. It washed over you, sending a shiver up your spine and reminding you just how much you needed Jack in the moment.

He could see the look in your eyes sober almost immediately after he laughed. Apparently, he’d managed to strike a cord in you, and he was most definitely going to use it to his advantage.

“You’re absolutely exquisite,” he stated, his fingers working around his belt.

He was going deliberately slow, drinking in the way your eyes were darkening as you watched the movement, your tongue wetting your lips as the seconds drew by.

You distracted yourself by discarding your own pants, gazing at him all the while. He was attractive, in a rugged sort of way. His body was littered with scars, stories. While he did have a seductive look in his eyes as he threw his boots, then pants, then briefs to the side, he looked vulnerable. This time it was going to be different, you both knew it.

It was going to be more intimate, more person.

It was going to be loving.

Jack got back on the bed, bared completely before you.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, his fingers just barely ghosting over your skin.

Electricity crawled up your spine, a soft gasp sneaking past your parted lips. He hadn’t even really touched you yet and you were already shaking with anticipation.

“Jack,” you complained breathlessly.

A chuckled rumbled from his chest as he leaned in for another kiss, his lips so gentle against your own. His tongue stroked your lazily, bold fingers wandering down your stomach, your muscles clenching as he got closer to where you needed him most.

You quivered as his fingers sought out your heat, languid strokes of his fingers against your clit.

“I got you,” he promised in a low, deep tone.

His voice had your head falling backward. Your eyes shut tight as he moved two fingers into your slick heat, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit.

Pleasure began to build behind your eyes, coaxing moans and whispers from your lips. Jack watched your reactions to him, his cock painfully hard at the wondrous noises you were making.

Your breathing was increasing, words becoming more incoherent as he continued. The building tension in your muscles came to a peak when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, your mind singing with pleasure as the world faded around you.

You were grounded by Jack, his name on your lips as your muscles tensed, then fell limp. Vaguely, you felt him retract his hand. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was smirking.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, taking a moment to catch your breath.

Jack was very skilled with his hands. If that look on his face said anything, he damn well knew it too.

“I didn’t say anything,” he teased, dropping a few more loving kisses to your neck.

He couldn’t keep his hands, or his lips, off of you. He was just so overwhelmed by the thumping of his chest.

“I think I owe you now,” you hinted, breath a little more even than it had been before.

His words were muffled against your skin as he replied. It must not have been too important, seeing how he didn’t say anything further as you switched positions.

“I’m glad you know, Jack,” you whispered seriously, fingertips lightly running down the length of his cheek.

He gave you a little smile, a breathless chuckle on his lips as he nodded.

“This is so much better,” he admitted, his hands reaching out to steady your hips.

You nodded in agreement, positioning yourself just above his aching length.

“This okay?” You asked, leaning down a little bit to place a chaste kiss to the underside of his chin.

He groaned low in response, barely able to contain the thrust of his hips upwards. That was all the encouragement you needed as you eased yourself down, taking him inch by inch. It felt so good to be filled by him, a familiar, yet newly profound feeling.

This time was different, you thought, tentatively raising your hips, only to pull them back down.

Jack moaned your name, guiding you with his hands as you began to find a steady pace.

“That’s, uh, a good sight,” he hissed, his eyes squeezing.

The feel of you wrapped around him never failed to amaze him. It drove him quicker to release than anything he’d ever known.

“That’s a better one,” you giggled, the sound lost to a string of moans and curses when he hit just the right spot.

Once more, you could feel the build in the pit of your stomach, the slow ascension towards release. Jack seemed to notice, if your faster pace had anything to say about it, his hips moving in tandem with yours. You couldn’t fathom how perfectly the two of you seemed to fit together. It was like your bodies were meant for each other.

“Christ,” Jack growled, slamming himself up into you.

He couldn’t hold back, and you were sure you’d be mad if he did because you were so, so close. There was a growing light behind your eyes, your thoughts going this way and that as you chased that feeling.

“Jack,” you moaned, “please.”

He sped up further, the bed sounding as if it was going to break with the intensity the two of you were moving, but neither of you paid it mind. You were too focused on finding that perfect feeling.

You clenched around him, screaming his name as the feeling came tumbling down around you, pushing and pulling your body apart. Your back was arched, your eyes rolled back. Your heart was pounding in your chest, pleasure throbbing through the muscles in your body.

Jack kept going, the look of you coming apart sending a pulsing down his spine.

“I love you,” he shouted, his seed spilling as he met his high.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he kept repeating, holding you close to his chest as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

You were both a mess of sweaty skin and mussed hair. Dopey grins were exchanged, your head against his chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” You asked him, becoming putty underneath his hands as he massaged the muscles in your back.

He sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“We can always make up for lost time,” he suggested lightly.

You laughed, burying yourself in his embrace.

To think that you were so worried, nursing your coffee just this morning.

#jack morrison x reader #jack morrison imagine #soldier 76 x reader #soldier 76 imagine #overwatch imagine

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tomandharriet · 5 years

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It’s beginning to feel... more like Christmas than it did in India!

Neither of us had ever been away for Christmas before. But we also hadn’t spent Christmas Day together, so we knew this was going to be a Christmas of many firsts. That began with zero build up whilst in India, until our final day in Jaipur where we found a solitary market stall selling a random assortment of Christmas memorabilia. Clearly our Christmas spirit was yet to set in, as we reverted to norm and drove a hard bargain, later feeling a pang of guilt as it’s unlikely anyone else was going to purchase his Christmas tree glasses. We landed into Thailand early after our overnight flight, but with the airport blasting Maria Carey over the tannoy system, there was no time for tiredness as a wave of Christmas nostalgia came over us. This really got us in the mood for our first Christmas treat to ourselves - a five star hotel in Bangkok! Sadly the excitement was cut short.. we’d (not Tom this time) booked for the wrong year.. and they were full! Tired and hungry from our overnight flight, we panic booked a not quite as nice hotel in Chinatown and then battled to overcome our sense of humour failures, before realising it was nearly Christmas Eve.. and the rooftop bar and pool at the new place wasn’t so bad after all.

Waking early for our flight down towards Koh Samui, both of us had that excited, almost childlike Christmas mood. We basically had 1 day to cram in all of the usual Christmas build up and most of that was going to be taken up with travel in taxis, buses, planes, boats and minivans. But we gave it our best shot and spent a frantic 30 minutes running around Bangkok airport buying stockings for each other. The long journey actually went surprisingly quickly as our eagerness to see our Christmas home from home grew ever stronger. Our Koh Samui hotel was actually the first thing we booked for our trip, before we’d even confirmed we’d be able to go away. A Christmas present to our future selves and a target to at least spend Christmas away together, with the hope that it would come halfway through our trip. As it turns out, our hope that this would be a nice treat at the end of traveling around India was exactly how it panned out.

Koh Samui, like much of the south of Thailand, is beautiful. It’s also incredibly busy, with a constant churn of tourists being shipped in and out of the thousands of resorts. This was no doubt heightened due to the Christmas and New Year holidays, but we were expecting that to be the case and ultimately just wanted somewhere which could offer us a little slice of luxury and Christmas Day on a beach. And our hotel, Case de Mar, definitely delivered this through their wonderful staff, easily the nicest / cleanest room of our trip up to this point and some excellent food and cocktails. Oh and the all important steps, leading straight into the tranquil sea! The strangest thing about our time over Christmas was the other punters. Everybody there was seemingly trying to flee Christmas. Which is ironic when Thailand is renowned for celebrating Christmas, despite their lack of Christianity - because they’re always up for a good time! With the staff running around wishing a “MERRY CWISTMAS!” to several gormless faces, our Christmas morning Santa hats gave them a clear indication that their enthusiasm wouldn’t be lost on us. Keen to keep up as many traditions as possible, we opened our duty free stockings and promptly ordered a bottle of champagne! And that was about it for tradition, as we swam and ate Thai food for the remainder of the day.

And that was about it for Christmas. After moving at such a pace for 2 months, it was bliss to barely step foot outside of our hotel / offbthe beach for 3 days and not have to worry about anything more than whether or not that nights buffet would be up to scratch. Those 3 days flew by and before we knew it we were packing up and heading off to Koh Pangnan. Or at least thats what we thought, until we arrived at the ferry port to scenes of chaos and swarms of English and Australian teenagers trying to reach the island for New Year’s infamous Full Moon Party. We were unable to get on the ferry we planned, the next one was in 4 hours and was apparently fully booked too. We had a moment of realisation of just how old we felt and decided to instead move to a different part of Koh Samui and spend a couple of extra days there, to see what the island actually had to offer, considering we’d hardly seen it. We opted for Fisherman’s Village, where we enjoyed more of the same. Decent Thai food, massages and cocktails, but not much more. If you’re looking for culture, this isn’t the place. And after 5 days on the island we were starting to crave it.

Having done all the eating, drinking, swimming, reading, blog writing & fantasy football planning we could manage (yes, it turns out there is a limit to Harriet’s obsession). We decided to do a little more on our final day and headed to Ang Thong National Park, an archipelago of islands approximately 2 hours boat ride from Koh Samui. It was a really enjoyable day and great to put our legs to use again. The steep climb in the humid weather was rewarded with some stunning views of the islands and knowing we had the sea to cool off in made it all the more bareable.

So all in all, a bit of a mixed time on Koh Samui. We definitely missed spending time with our families over Christmas, but loved being able to spend it together. Our bodies generally thanked us for the slowing of pace, but our heads were racing ahead, eager to do more, causing a bit of an internal conflict within us, almost feeling guilty about doing nothing, but then there isn’t a whole lot to do in Koh Samui anyway. But that’s more down to us than the island. It’s a holiday destination and we hadn’t managed to flick out of traveling mode yet. We needed a catalyst to snap us out of our India hangover and luckily we had one, at that point in time, in Chengdu. Rose was on her way out to spend New Year with us and to make that affordable, she had to pass a test of friendship, in the form of spending 8 hours in a Chinese airport.

Food

Not much to report on the food front during the first part of our time in Thailand. Unexpectedly staying in Bangkok’s Chinatown meant access to street food was in abundance. The majority of the stalls were selling any kind of meat that had been put on a stick and grilled. Coming from India that was predominately vegetarian food this actually turned our stomachs a bit.

Koh Samui was definitely the “westernised” break we were probably both craving. However trying local Thai dishes that extended further than a typical meal you would order from your local Thai restaurant had to take a bit of a back seat for our Christmas “holiday”. We ate a lot of Thai buffets (including Christmas Day). Yes, the chicken satay was great but our longing for smoked salmon canapés and roast turkey cut deep.

Something that did seem to be a popular desert in Koh Samui, which we definitely want to start making at home were the most delicate little coconut pancakes called kanom krok. Simply made by mixing coconut cream (and shredded coconut), sugar and rice flour then frying the ingredients in an aebleskiver pan to make them wonderfully crispy on the outside and soft, warm and custardy on the inside. Served hot you have the option to agonisingly wait for them to cool down or in Harriet’s case embrace the piping hot blowing of them in your mouth. Worth every bit of pain!

Travel Jukebox - ‘The Love Actually Soundtrack’ by Various Christmassy Artists

Rules are there to be broken. And when Anja risked her chances of winning a coveted jukebox award by sending us a playlist, we couldn’t have been happier. We waited patiently until Thailand and then spent 3 days with the playlist on repeat. It was this playlist that made the long journey to Koh Samui enjoyable and that helped add a Christmas sprinkle of warmth and nostalgia to our first Christmas away.

Given that it’s Christmas songs, it’s really hard to sound remotely intelligent / pretentious about them. Everyone knows them, moans when they hear them too early in the year, enjoys them for a short spell and then condemns them to the back of their minds until the following December. But being away from everyone we usually spend our Christmases with and then hearing those oh so familiar songs actually helped a surprising amount and we’re not exaggerating when saying Christmas wouldn’t have been far off passing us by if it weren’t for the music. And the novelty of listening to songs about cold nights and snow whilst in 33 degree heat didn’t wear off!

TLDR; Armed with Chris Rea and champagne, you can make it feel like Christmas just about anywhere in the world.

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