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love-killed-the-superstar · 3 months

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The Last Ronin 2: Re-Evolution Issue #1 LIVEBLOG

SPOILERS ABOUND. I'M NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS IT'LL PROBABLY GET SUPER LONG

Okay so Casey Marie's muscles are something I'm never going to get over. SHE LOOKS GOOD!!!!! Her getup is feeling a little too reminiscent of a cape-wielding superhero for my tastes to be honest - I really loved the more practical outfits she wore in TLR Lost Years, especially in issue 4 when she was running the training mission for the kids. But ah well, I'm sure this will grow on me. It may not be practical (edna's law of no capes is coming to mind, also PLEASE TIE YOUR HAIR UP WHEN YOU'RE FIGHTING GIRL!!!) but it's very cunty anyway which I appreciate

Straight up thought she killed this guy - what was that sound effect if he's still able to walk??? I fr thought she snapped his neck

IDK if we needed a whole 8 pages of punching and kicking to exposition dump what we kinda already knew from what's been shown in the lost years (esp the lost day special) but IT'S FINE IG... NOW ONTO THE BABIES

SORRY, SORRY. TEENAGERS NOW.

GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET. We're ALREADY getting the leo-v-raph adjacent dynamic with these two and I'm living for it. if one of them drops a stone cold 'fearless leader' jab i will lose my shit

HI? HELLO, EXCUSE ME, MIND-TALKING? PICTURES IN HEAD? ARE WE A FAMILY THAT LUCID DREAMS OR SOMETHING?!?? I DON'T REMEMBER THIS BEING SOMETHING THEY COULD DO?? every new speech bubble here is like a punch to the gut, wdym telepathy wdym secret lair wdym honouring everything master splinter taught you???? (although i'm proud that when this panel dropped on news sites i was immediately like THAT ISN'T THE KITCHEN FROM LOST YEARS. turns out it was a Secret Lair TM)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Seance -- TURTLES COUNT IT OFF!!

not gonna screenshot the whole backstory but they're basically doing a telepathic puppet show explaining the backstory and it's pretty much the mirage origins with a bit of extra tlr flair. as always it HURTS ME seeing the turtles dying so thanks for that tlr2 :'')) icb these kids watch a mind movie of their uncles dying every fucking night. yall are messy

SOBBING AND CRYING,, I WISH YOU'D ALL HAD THE CHANCE TO KNOW HIM TOO!!!!!! I WISH YOU'D GOTTEN TO KNOW ALL OF THEM!!!!! (tlr splinter doesnt count tho because hes a dick)

there was a cool sequence of them rooftop hopping n stuff but i wont cover it bc we already saw it in a bunch of news articles weeks ago

i just did the SHARPEST INHALE. casey marie you and your beautiful muscular arms have aged like the finest wine

YI NO!!!!!

lmaooo moja is JUDGING your taste in women u two

lots of text... blah blah blah jobs, crimerates, blah blah... jiro in pig uniform jumpscare.. casey marie i thought u were going to fix him :(((

YESSSSS KIDS ARE GOING ON A MISSION WITH THEIR MOM, LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

MY BABIES ARE KICKING ASS!!!!!

....,.HUH

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BABY BOY ODIE!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DID THIS TO HIM!!!!!!???? WHAT??!???? HUH/1?!!? EXCUSE ME????

I'M . LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHAT IS GOING ON!!!

FINAL THOUGHTS:

dude that first issue was wordy but the kids were ON POINT. they were so fun!! their dialogue is fun and they kick ass.

i loved yi announcing the punishment for casey while the others were like NOO SHE DIDNT MEAN THAT DONT LISTEN TO HER. we're getting more of their personalities and it's great!! it was a nice throwback to issue 2 of lost years when they were cleaning - yi refused to help because of how strictly she was following instructions. im picking up that she might be neurodivergent but i did get that from the lost years too - only doing things within strict instructions, getting frustrated at teaching odyn chess, not because of him playing horseys with the knights but that it was Against The Rules Of Chess - and now not picking up on some social cues. It's nice to see!! I love her very much, but it feels like besides rehashing the origin story she took a bit of a backseat to the other three.

i want to know more about why uno said being a rebel was moja's 'thing', since she didn't seem to be any more rebellious than the other three in this issue. we didn't get any unique interactions between her and casey marie which is what i felt was lacking from lost years but i wonder if this is hinting towards a more turbulent mother-daughter dynamic with them... I REALLY HOPE SO!! her and uno butting heads in a leo-raph way is very fun - i don't mind one or two prior group dynamics leaking into the new turtle siblings because they're all so different from the original 4.

uno seems to be taking on slightly more of a leader role than moja so i think he won the title of fearless leader. which is fine, i think it'll be fun to see and he's definitely less of an asshole now than when he was growing up in lost years. still picking on odyn a bit but seems to snipe at moja just as much. even when he was commenting on yi's storytelling he didn't make fun of her, though - i think she may have inherited the 2k3 don ability of being Completely Unbullyable.

i was really pleased that odyn felt more involved!! i feel like he took the backseat a few times in lost years - it was fun seeing more of his personality shine through! he and yi seem to get on the best, and i giggled at them rolling their eyes at moja and uno's raph-leo schtick. i didn't expect him to TURN TO FUCKING STONE THOUGH, so i'm nervous about that. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHO DID THIS TO MY BOY? IS HE GOING TO TURN BACK NEXT CHAPTER OR IS HE OUT OF COMMISSION UNTIL THE END OF THE RUN??? (if it's the latter i'll be a bit annoyed - don't take odyn away from the equation please!!)

I do wonder if by introducing casually that they can PSYCHICALLY CONNECT, the turtles will use that as a technique to reach odyn's mind to make sure he's still in there and piece together what's happened to him. i mean, their casual telepathy has gotta be some sort of chekhov's gun right?

and shit.... april was so fucking mad casey took the babies out so she's going to EXPLODE when she finds out what happened to her baby boy, her beloved favourite, her baby odyn :''(( im giggling rubbing my hands together waiting for the fallout but also if she cries i might cry too. speaking of april, she seems to be working on a new project and i saw nano particles mentioned - are we going to have a roninverse version of nano in this run???? I NEED MY ROBOT SON

as always, casey marie... u have aged like fine wine. u are stunning. disappointed that ur still believing that jiro can do good as a cop when their entire police force and government is corrupt as fuck. just feels very naive of her. i'm excited to see her break down at the concept of losing odyn - in fact i need everyone to mourn this beautiful kid. they tell us so much that shes a super clingy helicopter mom and i am picking up on the strict part, but it would be nice to see more of her just... hugging her kids. holding them. i get why she didnt in this issue but id love more mama casey squishing their cheeks and kissing their foreheads.

i have zero fucking clue what's going on with odyn. im wondering if it's somehow related to nano, or to whatever project April is working on - she says it's to do with clearing the tunnels, but I''m not convinced. who knows, there might be some ulterior motive happening.

Anyway, that's the end of my liveblog!! thanks for reading all the way to the end... go read it wherever you read ur comics!!!

#the last ronin #the last ronin 2 #the last ronin 2 spoilers #tlr #tlr2 spoilers

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gyoobies · 1 year

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Dream Lover

Pairing: Jun x Fem Reader

Genre: soft smut

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, slight smut

Summary: You've been having some really explicit lucid dreams, and enjoying them until you find yourself almost blurring the lines of fantasy and reality.

I've been crazy busy but I couldn't get Limbo Jun off my mind so here we are.

I definitely half assed proofed this but y'all already knew that 😘

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Soft blonde locs brushed against your face as your unknown lover breathes softly into your ear. Unknown only in name, but his face and body, you could never forget. It seems to be the same for him as he never calls you by your name, not even as he stares deeply into your eyes as he buries himself inside you. Thrust after thrust brings you closer and closer to climax, it never took long for him to get you there, a fact that you loved and hated. He knew your body better than anyone, hell he almost knew your body better than you. Intimate nights with your dream lover always came to an abrupt end the minute your orgasm hit you.

Waking up from these dreams was always an experience in itself. Sweaty, breathing heavy, and embarrassed by the fact that a nameless man in your dreams could get you to actually cum in your sleep. You peeled yourself from bed to get cleaned up and change the sheets just like you'd done on so many other nights. You laid in your bed going through a wave of emotions, embarrassment that you had some weird ass attachment to a lover made up by your own desperate ass mind, confusion about why you kept dreaming of this same man for the last year, and why the dreams were becoming so much more intense and frequent, and disappointment that once again you couldn't even get his name, after practically ruining you for any man in the real world. Who would be able to compete with a man of your minds own creation that gives you mind blowing orgasms that wake you from your sleep?

You eventually made it back to sleep only to wake up a couple hours later. This week had been exhausting and a relaxing Saturday was going to be the fix, starting out with grabbing breakfast at the neighborhood café, at least that was the plan until you saw him. You were headed down the steps of the café debating if you should go home to enjoy your coffee and pastry or grab a table in their outdoor garden when you were stopped in your tracks. He was tall, blonde, and just as beautiful as your mind had made him to be, but how was this possible? This was getting out of hand, now you were hallucinating that he was stooped down just past the exit of the garden seating area petting some old woman's dog, you were hallucinating right? There was no way there was an actual person that looked identical to your dream lover. You stayed frozen as you watched him look up from petting the dog to wave to someone concealed by the tall bushes lining the café seating area. Time moved in slow motion as you watched him stand, politely say goodbye to the old woman and continue to walk by presumably toward the person he'd waved to. Finally free from your stupor, you quickly headed toward the garden exit to see if you had really seen him, but once you reached the sidewalk there was no sign of him. Just as you turned to head home there stood the old woman, smiling brightly at you while her dog handled his business.

"Handsome isn't he? Jun."

"So he was real?" You said before you could stop yourself. Lucky for you she found your shock amusing.

"Yes, very real and very new. Only moved into the neighborhood about a little over a month ago, guess he's exploring today. He doesn’t know many people around here yet; I bet he'd like to get to know a pretty girl like you" She said smiling as she went on her way.

Today was anything but relaxing, in fact you spent most of it replaying that morning in your head. Jun, the name of the man that had the same face as your dream lover, sounded like music to your ears and was as sweet as honey on the tip of your tongue. 'Was this weird? Were you slowly going insane?' You really needed to calm down before you blur the lines between your wet dreams and reality, but you couldn't shake the thoughts of that beautiful side profile.

Day soon became night and after binge watching 2 seasons of a drama you finally decided to go to bed. You'd be lying if you said you weren't hoping to fall into the embrace of your dream lover tonight, you really need to get out more. Just as anticipated he didn't disappoint, but tonight seemed different though you couldn't quite figure out what. As you approached your princely dressed lover you took in the surroundings, a ballroom of some sort, high ceilings, chandeliers, and walls lined with flowers. You felt almost nervous under his gaze as his eyes roamed from the hem of the ballgown you were wearing up to your face.

"I've been waiting for you." He smiled as you approached, and it left you questioning if you'd always dreamed that his smile was that beautiful or if it was only that way because you'd seen Jun's smile.

He tilted his head curiously "You've dyed your hair?"

Indeed you had taken the time during the afternoon to dye just a small area at the front of your hairline. It was nothing too bold, not yet anyway, you were just testing the placement. Your brain was really working overtime, you could now add observant to the list of everything your dream lover was that most men weren't.

"I like it, the warm color here really draws attention to your pretty eyes" He said casually while twirling a curl between his fingers. Now you had to add charmer to the list as well, great, you were never going to have a real relationship at this rate.

As he took your hand to lead you to the middle of the ballroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that this dream was somehow different. You'd talked very little before, relying on body language and pure attraction to get you to the point of lustful indulgence, but somehow there seemed to be more now. Maybe your mind was longing for more than sex, searching for a deeper connection, whatever it was you'd need to figure it out quickly. Whatever this was, was either getting really pathetic, or you were getting really fucking crazy, hell, at this point probably both. You're not sure what exactly compelled you to tell him about your day as you rested your hand in his, and your head against his chest, but here you were explaining it all to a man made up by your overactive, possibly lonely and obviously horny imagination.

"I saw a really attractive man today."

For some reason you'd thought he pulled you a bit closer after that statement.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, he looked just like you."

"So he was really really attractive." He chuckled.

"His smile was just as nice too. I was kind of in shock because he looked so much like you, I couldn't move from where I was. I only looked away from him when he waved at someone, but I couldn't see who because of the tall bushes. Probably his girlfriend."

You listened to the soft laugh echo in his chest as you finished speaking. "Why are you laughing?"

"I must be really narcissistic to give my dream girl an outside love interest that looks exactly like me."

You weren't exactly sure what he meant by that, but you brushed it off because how many things actually make sense in a dream?

"Well, did he see you?"

"No, he never looked toward the café once the entire time. As long as I was staring I'm surprised he didn't get the feeling he was being watched" you laughed.

Café? Was there a café? He hadn't noticed one, in fact he kind of had tunnel vision once he'd seen his neighbor and her dog.

This dream had felt different in almost every way and sex was no exception to this. Every touch, kiss, thrust felt more intense than ever. You were getting lost in your mind and you knew it, but before you could catch yourself you'd done it, you moaned his name. "Yes, Jun. Just like that"

Your dream lover groaned at the name and nipped at your neck where his face had been planted as he drilled into you.

"I've been waiting for that, but it's not fair, I don't know yours." He said as he delivered his deepest thrust yet, sending you both over the edge just as you gave him your name.

You laid on your back staring at your ceiling trying to find the strength to get out of bed and finish your frequent, after dream sex cleaning routine, but you were far too exhausted and quickly fell back asleep.

The next morning you found yourself back at the café grabbing your usual. You'd be lying if you said you weren't hoping to see Jun out and about again today, but something felt off, like you were being watched. Before you could dwell on the feeling your name was called. You quickly grabbed your coffee, pastry and headed out the door.

That night brought your lover again which was not uncommon, for the last month you've spent every weekend with him. You thought back to before you moved to your current city, you had only dreamt of him maybe once or twice in your adult life, then after moving it was once a month, then twice, now here you were having very vivid sexual dreams every weekend.

You walked gleefully through an unfamiliar park, following the magnetic pull that would undoubtedly lead you to him. Finally seeing your destination in view you watched fondly as Jun sat reading underneath a tree with golden blooms. Looking up from his book Just in time to see you coming his way, Jun quickly stood to greet you.

"You're beautiful." He said in a light and airy manner as if his breath had been taken away.

"Thank you" You smiled as he helped you to sit on the blanket.

"I don't mean now. I mean yes, you're beautiful now, but I meant at the café this morning."

"Oh, you saw me this time?" you chuckled.

"Yes, I didn't notice the café that day, but when you mentioned it the last time we met, I decided to check."

"I didn't see you. How do you know it was me?"

"I was sitting at the booth, under the painting of this tree when the barista called your name. Your hair was even the same "

You looked up at the Golden blooms of the tree and sighed. "There is no painting of this tree in the café." You cupped his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I've got to find a way to stop dreaming about you, this isn't normal. My dream lover telling me that he dreamed he saw me at the same café that I saw an actual person that looked like him at. I've got to stop watching inception."

" But I don't think we are dreaming."

"And how do you expect to prove that?" you taunted.

"I'll go to you next time."

And with those words you woke up. You'd never woken up from a dream about him before without having an orgasm, so you were a little disappointed, but also hopeful that this was a sign that your mind was finally ready to let go of its perfect creation.

The Friday evening after another long and busy work week you found yourself nervous and unable to sleep. You were worried you'd find him again, waiting for you in all his perfection. As hours passed you finally succumbed to exhaustion and when you woke you felt a mix of relief and sadness. He wasn't there, for the first time in months he wasn't in your dreams. Finally realizing today was Saturday, your dream lover's last words to you echoed in your head “I'll go to you next time.”

You felt foolish as you stood in your mirror admiring the way you looked today. Did you seriously expect that Jun would actually meet you in the café today? You were supposed to be drawing a line between your dreams and the reality that was the gorgeous man named Jun that didn't even know you existed. Hell, you didn't even know he existed until a couple weeks ago. Sadly that didn't stop you from walking out the door on this rainy morning looking like a dream yourself.

Once you'd reached the doorway of the café butterflies filled your stomach as nerves threatened to get the best of you, but the promise of hot coffee, a warm pastry and a dry atmosphere was all the encouragement you needed to enter.

You quickly glanced around just to see if you spot the person you tried to convince yourself you didn't get all dressed up to see, but as you gave a quick scan you noticed something just as the barista arrived with your drink.

"Excuse me, how long has that picture been there?"

"Oh! That? It's new. We put it up early last Sunday morning. Pretty huh? I Think it's called a Golden Chain or something"

You thanked her and made your way to a table in the back corner. You sat facing the entrance and began to get lost in thought. This can't be real, but you'd never seen that picture before so how could you dream about it? Maybe you had seen it but didn't remember.

About 15 minutes into anxiously scrolling on your phone you decided you were being foolish and should leave. Just as you looked up you saw him enter the café, and you could have sworn time slowed down as you watched him scan the room finally making eye contact with you and smiling before turning to head toward the counter to order.

You felt silly, it was the neighborhood café frequented by many that lived in the area, so it only made sense he'd be here. You made your way to the door and quickly exited. You hadn't gotten very far when the sound of your name being called coupled with what you assumed was running halted your steps. You turned to see the likeness of your dream lover just feet from you and still approaching. once he had made in directly in front of you he just smiled.

"This can't be real."

"But I am, and so are you."

What felt like an eternity had passed with the two of you just looking into each other's eyes before you felt him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you in close.

"Can I?"

"Asking for permission to kiss me when we've done so much already?...something else to add to the list."

"What list?"

" The list of things my dream lover does that has ruined any chance of a normal relationship with a man outside of my dream."

"I don't think you really have to worry about that anymore." He laughed, and it was just as charming as everything else about him. And when you leaned in to kiss him he didn't hesitate. Though it was only a peck, it was electrifying and familiar.

That day was spent at Jun's apartment piecing together everything, and at the end of it all you'd figured out that the closer the two of you got, the more frequent and detailed the dreams became and seeing him in real life that day made a stronger communication connection possible.

Jun was firm in his belief that you'd been lovers in a previous life and would be lovers again in the next.

The day had passed without either of you noticing. It was dark outside and the rain was starting to pick up.

"It's getting late, I should probably get going before the rain gets any harder."

"Stay. Please? I -"

"I was hoping you would say that."

Before you knew it, you were in a very familiar position with Jun's blonde locs brushing against your face as his soft breath tickled your ear, but this time when you woke up you’d be wrapped in his arms and his sheets.

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #seventeen smut #kpop fic #jun smut #seventeen fic #jun x reader #seventeen x reader #jun x you #jun x y/n #seventeen x y/n

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softcarebears · 20 days

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IM BACK

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

my playlists are shit and old so (i probably have to redo them)...i used my favourite mix instead😭 notice how everything is k-pop💀😘😛😘

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

🎸ive-i am

🍭kiss of life-sugarcoat (natty solo)

🌠aespa-lucid dream

🎙ive-off the record

🍹aespa-thirsty

a mini playlist of new (or not so new) kpop songs i've been listening a lot lately🌷:

💘kiss of life-MIDAS TOUCH (WHEN I TOUCH YA KISS YA YOU GON REALISE BABY DON'T YOU THINK TOO MUCH BOY IF I TOUCH YA KISS YA WATCH OUT KOREAN WORDS YOU SEE I GOT THAT MIDAS TOUCH...MAN I VOTED FOR MY GIRLIES SO MUCH ON STAR PLANET STREAMED MY COOCHIEBALLS OUT ON THEIR MV...AND THEY STILL DID NOT WIN😭 fawk starplanet its so shit ANYWAYS SONG OF THE YEAR FR BRATZ BEEN REAL QUIET SINCE THIS DROPPED AND BRITNEY SPEARS WENT BACK TO THE DUNGEON ON THAT ONE(im joking pls)

👹itzy-born to be & untouchable(BEST ALBUM??)

💋aespa-drama (I LISTENED TO DRAMA SO MUCH AND AM SO OBSESSED BUT NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT ON HERE???😱)

🧜🏻iland 2-final love song (I LOWKEY DESPISE SURVIVAL SHOWS im only watching snippets dw (mnet stole iland from hybe😔so hybe had to do runext lol...mnet and hybe probably fought...BUT...MY MOTHER JEEMIN WILL FINALLY DEBUT FOSHO AFTER NOT DEBUTING ON RUNEXT...ROOTING FOR HER,JUNGEUN,MAI,YUJU,SAEBI,SUJUNG,JIYOON AND FUKO FR)

🕷artms-BIRTH ("I CAN GATHER EX BOYRFRIENDS😏"WELL I NEVER DATED SO GATHER ME INSTEAD😭 WELL THEY REALLY GAVE BIRTH WITH THAT ONE LOONA IM SORRY IF I NEVER STANNED YOU😔)

👽viviz-maniac (THIS LOVE IS MANIAC MANIAC MANIAC😩)

💸tripleS lovelution-girls' capitalism (yes im late to this song but shh)

💗tripleS lovelution-seoul sonyo sound

🧬tripleS evolution-invincible

🎼kiss of life-nothing (SUCH A GOOD BSIDE THEY DESERVE TO GET THEIR FIRST WIN IDC I HOPE THEY GET IT NEXT COMEBACK😔GET THEM OUT OF THEIR NUGUDOM)

🩰red velvet-in my dreams (coquettest album of all୨ৎ)

🎛redvelvet-automatic, be natural (IK THIS SONG IS FROM 2015 BUT IM IN MY REDVELVET BSIDER AND LISTENER ERA OK)

👅irene and seulgi (redvelvet)-naughty...(PLS RELEASE A 2ND ALBUM MY MOTHERS PLS)

🌇seulgi-los angeles

🧝🏻seulgi-crown

⚰️seulgi-dead man runnin (IM SO OBSESSED WITH 28 REASONS...I HOPE SHE RELEASES A SECOND MINI SOON😔)

🫧newjeans-bubblegum (MY GIRLIES STILL SLAYING DESPITE THE WHOLE HYBE VS MIN HEEJIN THING...i hope they are doing alright🥺)

😩enhypen -i need u cover (orig-bts)

(GAVE THEM A SONG TO COVER AND THEY DIGESTED THAT SHIT BARELY MINUTES AFTER THE WAITER SERVED THEM...(hope bangtan is not crying in the military)...NI-KI'S PART UAGRGJAHDGHSH😳...MAY 13TH PLS COME QUICK I NEED NEW ENHA SONGS)

💫ive-holy moly

👑enhypen-chaconne

(&the whole dark blood album haha)

🥀enhypen-fate (no i won't move on from dark blood era)

🧲illit-magnetic (ITS GOOD OK THE WHOLE ALBUM IS GOOD..BUT SPOTIFY STOP PLAYING IT EVERYFUCKASS TIME I KNOW YOU LIKE HYBE'S MONEY BUT STOP)

🌎illit-my world

💃🏻lesserafim-smarter (let them live and breathe a bit after that coachella performance...pls)

🍊deja vu-txt

insert whole ass new ive album...😭😭

🔮ive-accendio ("WATCH ME DON'T TOUCH ME LOVE ME DON'T HURT ME" I LOVE IT AHHHH MAY 15TH COME BABYGIRL)

🌨ive-heya (HEYA HEYA HEYA MORE LIKE ATE YA ATE YA ATE YA)

❄ive-ice queen(I-I-I'M IN THE CASTLE)

💙ive-blue heart (JANG WONYOUNG THE WOMAN YOU ARE😩)

⏮️ive-reset (TITITITI)

😰ive-wow (kinda mid...)

yea...ok bye

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fullyvisible · 2 years

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Heartstopper Soundtrack

I've been listening to this playlist on repeat for weeks, and I've finally gone through and made a complete list cataloging which scene pairs with each song so I could better picture the show while I listen. Sharing in case anyone else might find it interesting / useful!

1. Colors of You - trailer

2. Want Me - opening, looking for Ben

3. Lovesick - Nick watching Charlie run in gym class

4. Dover Beach - Charlie plays rugby; Tao and Elle look for each other

5. Don't Delete the Kisses - going their separate ways after Nick rescues Charlie, then Charlie texts him "Thank you x" (end of episode one)

6. Sapho - Charlie and Nick texting (Charlie sharing Ben backstory)

7. girls - Elle at Higgs with no friends

8. Dance With Me - snow day!!!!

9. Angel - playing quietly while Elle agrees to ask Tara if she likes Nick

10. Why Am I Like This - Charlie texting his friends about the hug and learning Tara does NOT like Nick; Nick looking through snow day pictures and starting to figure out he's bi (end of episode two)

11. My Own Person - (start of episode three) Nick still figuring things out

12. Telephone - party, beginning, looking for each other

13. LUCID - party, on couch, to Tara

14. Don't Leave Me - Nick and Tara's conversation, then dancing

15. Clearest Blue - Tara and Darcy kiss! Nick finds Charlie again!

16. Alaska - Nick would rather hang out with Charlie anyway! They run off! (Later, post-song, end of episode three)

17. What's It Gonna Be - RAIN KISS

18. heart - Charlie's sports montage

19. nothing else I could do - (beginning of episode five) monopoly game

20. UrbanAngel1999 - Tao dances for Elle

21. If You Want To - Nick shows up at bowling!

22. Buzzkill - Tao at bowling

23. fever dream - Tao going to talk to Charlie

24. Paper Mache World - kiss at the bowling alley! Through arcade games!

25. I Want to Be With You - Imogen covers for Nick (end of episode five)

26. Knock Me Off My Feet - Nick tells Charlie he told Tara and Darcy!

27. Flirting With Her - Tara and Darcy locked in the first kiss room; rescued and running to concert

28. Bang Bang Bang - (beginning of episode seven) Charlie getting ready for the cinema

29. Tired - post cinema, Charlie waking up, taking the bus, not talking to Tori

30. Any Other Way - Charlie spends lunch alone in the art room after finding out about the fight

31. Smokey Eyes - Tao and Harry fight (end of episode seven)

32. Our Window - "Charlie what's going on? Please talk to me ❤"

33. Because I Love You - Charlie takes Tao's spot in the race and kicks Ben's ass

34. Close to You - Tao and Elle run off, Darcy watches Tara do her event and they kiss, Charlie watches Isaac do his event

35. Moment In the Sun - Kiss in the corridor! Beach day!

36. I Belong in Your Arms - their entire relationship flashes before Nick's eyes and they decide to tell people (end of episode eight 💜)

#heartstopper #heartstopper soundtrack #nick nelson #charlie spring #tao xu #elle argent #isaac henderson #darcy olsson #tara jones #ben hope #heartstopper spoilers #these are obviously all very shorthand #i initially made it just for me so i wouldn't have to think so hard every time i was listening to the playlist #and inevitably wanted to remember what was happening in the show when a given song was used #i hope someone else finds this useful!#mpf

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 20 / 25. PART 21 LINK.

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jisung stood confused when he saw a man that he knew was dead…or so he thought. his girlfriend tugging the hem of his sleeve behind him as she stays hidden on the back, jeno seeing a tiny glimpse of her with serious stern eyes.

a man he doesn’t know standing next to him with a friendly smile as he waved to the younger boy and girl. “hello.” doyoung whispers.

jeno speaking slowly. “jisung-ah, yuta has areum. we need to go and save her-” the boy grabs jeno’s collars tightly. “you’re dead though? Is this a lucid dream.” he told pressing jeno’s face, the edge with his fingertips. jeno sighs. “No It’s not. I survived. let’s go jisung.”

mina stumbles completely confused. “jisung what’s going on?” the younger boy let’s go off jeno as he motions his eyes to Mina then back to jeno, the older boy shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal for her to tag along.

“what? Bring her with us, say we’re going for laser tag together.” jeno half smirks, now time to collect his soldiers. the dead leader coming inside the base with ease, mina blinking half confused.

surely laser tag will be fun, mina thought.

the tension rose with the soldiers jaemin took, everyone knew what he was going to do.

it’s obvious, It’s areum. he wants her alive, he can’t lose areum— when he just lost his best friend and brother figure. the secret location they were given was a warehouse far from Seoul, it was within the ruins to the point no one would think of going here, it’s solitary, only thing around were crows and located cars from the Japanese soldiers and their own.

jaemin and the troops that were in groups of four: Renjun group one going in the warehouse as their guns and weapons were dropped on the ground without a command needing to be done.

group two, haechan leading them on the floor to go on their knees beside group one as their weapons were dropped. the japanese men were searching their bodies and such in case it were a trick.

it wasn’t a trick though.

group three and four that were lead by kun and johnny were doing the same as Renjun and haechan, dropping their weapons, surrendering to the japanese men.

jaemin was met with areum in the front next to yuta and a woman behind her holding a knife to her throat if she were to pull a stunt. his eyes widen as he shouts. “areum! it’ll be okay, you’re free!” he told her in hushed reassurance, it wasn’t enough for areum. she knew yuta wasn’t going to stick to his deal.

Yuta cackled. “you’re giving in so easily jaemin, why is that huh? do you love areum that much?” he leans to the journalist as his hands grip her face together squishing roughly, areum scoffing as she pulled away from the dirty hand. he smirks at the action before looking at jaemin who was angrily staring, fists folding as he tried his best containing the fury.

“let her go now, I gave you what you wanted.” jaemin trails as he rests on his knees, giving in the submission for areum’s safety. the journalist shakes her head. “jaemin you shouldn’t of listened.” areum whispers to herself, sana smirking as she whispered to the girl’s ears. “watch him die now, yuta will make him slow for you to witness.”

areum hissing in response. “you bitch.”

“oh na jaemin, oh oh oh.” yuta listing one by one as his body jumps from the upper railing landing on two feet with ease, the guy approaching to the younger man on his knees watching with the ugliest dirty look giving to the Japanese man. “please tell me you didn’t think i’d actually let areum free did you now?” jaemin gritting the teeth added he screeches forward. “you said!—”

“I said what you needed to hear, jaemin! i didn’t promise anything though.” yuta corrects forward with a manipulative smile. jaemin heavily breathing. “let her go, please.” jaemin pleading forward.

“I’ll do anything, just let areum go.” yuta watching the desperation on jaemin, his ears perk in excitement. “anything you say? what a dangerous phrase to say in front of me.”

“how far are you willing to go then? would you go as far as sacrificing your friends for areum? perhaps, her own family? or maybe…”

“yourself? would you let yourself die for this woman above you that you’re watching? how far, jaemin. how far is your love for areum going to get you?” yuta phrased many worse possibilities but none scared jaemin, the boy that never broke eye contact with areum, he whispers. “I have no limit, na yuta.”

Yuta smirks with satisfaction, leaning down and lifting jaemin on his feet as he grips the collar. “very well, i’ll kill one of your close teammates.” his eyes linger to haechan on the far left on his knees, the tan boy glaring deeply at yuta.

he was playing with their emotions as if they were his puppets, the moment the name he spoke walking to the boy he was about to kill; jaemin shouts. “Kill me instead!” haechan struggles to get off the japanese soldier keeping him down restrained, yuta stopping on the tracks.

he whispers to haechan. “you got lucky, again.” yuta cooed turning back to jaemin who was standing still with a heavy pant. “kill me, leave haechan out of this.”

the car stops behind the pack of cars that belong to him, jeno’s eyes waved to the warehouse, tropes of soldiers following behind marching in full speed with their weapons loaded, ready to shoot on any minute.

mina and jisung tagging behind as one of the boys held a gun, they snuck of somewhere else as he was given a special task with Mina.

the girl whispers. “this is a weird laser tag game, jisung.” he clears his throat. “it’s the…newest edition, anyways follow along and be quiet mina.” jisung instructs.

the silence were loud. from above the two girls watching as areum was held at a knife point, she wanted to scream however sana was this close it was hard to speak out. the yakuza leader laughing as his gun points to jaemin with no hesitation.

“very well, goodbye jaemin.”

haechan struggling one by one he shouts. “no! no! kill me.”

Yuta rolling the eyes. “shut up twat, I’m not interested in you anymore.”

as the two kids went away, the moment yuta was to pull the trigger at jaemin, jeno came in with the tropes shooting the japanese soldiers that kept his other members restrained. Yuta runs out of sight as he lingers out, jeno shooting after yuta purposely to chase the enemy out.

jaemin opening his lips in shock as he saw jeno. “jeno…?”

the man in front smirking shouting across the echoing warehouse.

Yuta couldn’t believe his eyes as he was seeing jeno; the man he shot, he remembers he shot him so how was he alive? there’s no way he could survive the sea levels as well as being shot! it doesn’t make any logical sense, yuta screeching. “lee jeno?!”

“why won’t this bastard ever die!” yuta shouts across completely frustrated, just when he thought his plan was going to finish so easily.

“I’m back from the dead, na yuta!”

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the-very-awesome-prussia · 9 months

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Nyotalia Shenanigans

"Listen to me! You should be worshiping me for just being here but you sit on your ass and sleep!? How dare you!"

Prussia opened his right eye to see a silver haired lady straddling him on the bed. Like literally she was standing on his bed.

"And who are you again?" He asked as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Are you stupid? Or are you just an asshole? I'm the one, the only, Prussia of course!" She stated, striking a couple of poses as she spoke.

Prussia chuckled into his fist, "you're not the only one if I'm right here!"

"Well this is going to get annoying isn't it…" She scratched her head.

"Why don't I call you Prussia 2? Since you are the second gender after all-" he snickered.

"Gender politics are unnecessary, and I say otherwise. You should be Prussia 2 because I had to come to your lame bedroom instead of my, gorgeous beautiful awesome never seen before, bedroom!"

"It's been seen before, just not by me, lol."

"Shut up! Who gave you the right to make fun of me!? The awesomest girl in the world!" She pointed a finger at his face.

"You're standing on my bed, that gave me the right."

She quickly jumped off, pouting to her heart's content. "You're truly the worst, you know that?" She sat on the side of the bed, crossing her arms.

"I'm you, dumbass. If I was truly the worst then aren't you as well?"

"It doesn't matter! Anyways I have something to show you.~ Something you definitely don't have," she held out her hand and magically a very pretty lady appeared.

"This is my girlfriend, you probably don't have a partner, you kinda look like a virgin loser," she snickered.

"I am not a loser! I- I have a boyfriend!"

"Oh. We're not so ahead of your timeline now I see. Sad, and I thought you were gonna stay single forever, boo hoo," she pretended to cry.

"This feels unnecessary," the very pretty lady deadpanned.

"You're unnecessary!" She huffed.

"Wait a sec," Prussia sat up a bit, "didn't you have longer hair the last time I saw you?" He asked, pointing to her hair.

The pretty lady puffed her hair, "hm, I guess so," she smiled with malintent, "do you like it, pretty boy?"

"Ah- uhmmmm," he exploded again.

"Stop flirting with the boy version with me! I know you're bisexual but come on!" She huffed, trying to shoo her away.

She chuckled, "come on, what's the harm in a little fun?"

"I know you have standards! And he's under them!! Look at him, who would want to date him!?"

On cue, his boyfriend came in, "Prussia I can't find the- what the hell."

"I can explain. Wait no I can't."

"Hey male version of Austria, do you think I'm sexy?" Fem Prussia did a little wink at him.

"No," he stated bluntly as he walked over to the rest of them.

"Haha, loser!" Prussia laughed at his own expense technically.

"You're not sexy either, Prussia."

He pouted, "how rude! I am so awesome and cool and epic and- and you still don't call me sexy!?"

"I like you for you Prussia, not for what you think you are," he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Hey boy toy-" fem Prussia grabbed Austria and forced him by her side, "don't you think my girlfriend is sexy!?"

He took a glance at her and it felt like he was looking in a really fucked up mirror, "she looks exactly like me but girl, I can't really say anything or it'll be selfcest."

"BORING!" She tossed him aside, "I think she's sexy and beautiful and the best girlfriend I could ever have," she hugged her arm.

Fem Austria chuckled, "thanks sweetie."

"WHEN DO WE GET TO USE PETNAMES AUSTRIA!?" Prussia yelled.

"When I die."

"I can't believe he hates me like this!"

"Anyways, and here's my beautiful sister!" She snapped her fingers and fem Germany from the smoke.

"Why did you bring me here this time," she crossed her arms.

"Just to be seen!" She smiled.

"I was in the middle of a different dream, now he's gonna wake up…"

"Dream?" Prussia asked.

"Yeah, and you're probably gonna wake up soon, no lucid dreaming for you bitch!"

Just as expected, he woke up to Austria shaking him, "WHO WERE YOU DREAMING ABOUT."

"Huh!?"

"YOU WERE CALLING SOMEONE SEXY, WHO WAS IT!?"

"It was just the girl version of you, relax."

He let go, awkwardly looking away, "oh. That's awkward."

"Yeah, obviously."

"So anyways…"

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cellarfulofnose · 1 year

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Black Magic Woman

Prompt #101. With every mistake, we must surely be learning.

Content warning: unhealthy shit! (and not just in the sense that George is sick, ha-ha-ha.) Yoko fucks George when he's half-dead and almost delirious (but sober); George thinks he's intentionally mistreating Yoko (but, per the prompt. she's into it. if she were any more down she'd be at the center of the earth). they hate each other guys! that's the prompt (and the reason it's hot); coughing, mess.

He knew John wouldn't be there. But on some level, it didn't matter. There wasn't anywhere else for him to go.

New York was a bad place for George to be by himself, especially now. He was gravely ill, and in summer of all times. Started off as a cold, but he'd probably smoked it into pneumonia by now. Sniffling, aching, plagued by a rib-cracking cough, George didn't have much choice. He'd tried to take care of himself, and this is where it got him.

He didn't eat anything yesterday. Today, he filled his stomach with rum to kill his headache, dark red syrup to stop his cough. When the cough medicine nearly put him to sleep, he tried a bump of Bonnie Prince Charlie to wake up, and now that that had worn off, his headache was back. It was getting bad enough he couldn't focus. He was worried. He'd never had to brave this by himself before. There'd always been someone, usually a girl. But now he was alone, and he couldn't think of less capable hands to nurse him back to health than his own.

It had to be her. He didn't like it, but the alternative was grim. This--whatever he was doing, wasn't working. It was only going to get worse.

So he endured the journey to the Dakota. A slow shamble it was, too. Every few steps, hawking and spitting, not even seeing the people who glared at him. Only once, he had to brace himself on a brick wall to cough and not fall over. From there, the trip was a fog. He needed to talk to somebody to get in; God only knows what he said. Standing in the elevator wasn't easy. It must have been the uneven pressure in his ears, but the slow rise made him unearthly dizzy.

She was expecting him. That's all he remembered.

He woke up--at some point he'd made it to a bed--and she wasn't there. But there were dreams, or maybe snippets of waking, where she'd come in and bring him water. She'd touch his face with a cool hand. He could hardly breathe.

After a long time, George came to, sweat-drenched and sore but lucid. A bowl of hot soup sat on the bedside table, the steam still rising. She'd been here just moments ago. He ate greedily until the spice made him choke and set his nose running. But once it was done, his head was more open than it'd felt all day. Even his chest seemed to loosen up.

Yoko walked in shortly after to clear away the dish. George thanked her quietly. The fact she'd saved his life was left unspoken. She, mercifully, didn't lord it over him.

When she came back, she handed him a plain square of white cotton--there were no paper tissues in the room. He used it as well as he could, with what little breath he could force out of his lungs in one go. Though he maybe should've, he didn't feel ashamed, like this was too base for her to see. Likewise, she didn't seem put off. She sat gracefully next to the pillow and felt his forehead, his cheeks. "Your fever's gone," she said, and her soft voice was as cool and soothing as her hands.

George didn't bother to wrest out of her touch to cough. "How long's it been?"

"Your fever broke three hours ago. You were sleeping on and off for six hours. How do you feel?"

George snorted into the back of his throat. If it came out sounding aggressive, so be it. "Never better." It made him cough some more. He couldn't be assed to worry about that, either.

"You sounded even worse earlier." From his cheek, her hand slid up into the hair over his temples. She drug her nails across his scalp, soaking his skin with chills. He sighed, but the chill reminded him of the fever. She did it again, and he shivered, the hairs on his arms and legs prickling. He coughed roughly from the sudden breath he was forced to take.

"Poor thing." Her touch left him. As she drew away, his head followed just an inch, like he might catch her, before he could stop himself from doing it. He burned, unable to look at her. But all she said was, "Would you like a drink of water?"

"No, thanks." George didn't like to think about swallowing. His tonsils were killing him. And he didn't want her to do anything else for him. He'd take his chances on his own.

Yoko didn't leave. George didn't know why she was still sitting there, but he wasn't about to turn and look at her. He wondered if he might be able to fall asleep like this when she spoke again.

"I'm sorry to hear about your wife."

George whipped around and sat bolt upright. "Get out," he ordered, his shredded voice impressively harsh. As penance for his outburst, he bent over coughing, a short, barking sound.

Yoko didn't defend herself nor apologize. She rose without a word (slower than George thought was necessary) and made to leave.

George caught his breath in time to see her open the door. "Don't want you to catch your death in here," he muttered joylessly, not intending to be understood.

But she heard him. Stopped, turned, and smiled. In a voice cool as water, she said, "You can pretend you don't want to fuck me. But don't pretend you care if I catch your cold."

George floundered, his face in flames. He'd never felt so weak. "You're a whore," he said impotently, lashing out in a blind strike.

Yoko exhaled a laugh, though she looked almost bored enough to yawn. "Go to sleep, George," she said, offhand. The door shut behind her.

George didn't intend to do any such thing. He lay back, feeling pressed to the pillow as though with rage, unable to move or think except to seethe. His nose dripped back down his throat before long and set him to coughing, but still he didn't get up. How dare she.

Under the covers, his cock weighed full and aching with blood. Hot and flushed, like the rest of him. His fingers shook with haste as he unzipped and reached a frantic hand under his waistband. His skin was so hot to the touch, he wondered if she'd been telling the truth about his fever going down. He closed his eyes, tried to think of anything and anyone but her.

George realized he'd fallen asleep again when he woke up on his back, an empty hand stuffed down his pants. Dry but for sweat--he hadn't finished. He sat up to regain his bearings and winced at the shift in his head and lungs. Congestion had settled, thickened, as he slept with his mouth open, and now it wanted to come out. He doubled over with a crackling cough. Each spasm sent a watery twinge to the back of his sinuses. When he had the air for it, he used up what life was left in the little handkerchief to blow his nose. He'd need another one, or start using the sheets. He flung them off his legs in a small fit of disdain and rose to his feet.

The room seemed to pitch underneath him. Hearing and vision faded to milky white. He shot out a hand to steady himself on the bed. Once feeling poured back into his limbs (and he could see), he made his way, heavy, halting, toward the door.

He opened it and they both gasped, freezing where they stood, George with his hand on the door, Yoko clutching her robe shut. Her skin was like glass. Her hair fell in damp waves that smelled of fruit and flowers--just washed.

George sniffled, half to steel his nerves and half because standing abruptly made his nose itch. Then he cradled her face and angled his head down to meet her.

She stopped him with a hand at his chest--not spurning him, George realized, but pushing him back toward the bed. He couldn't bring himself to kiss her now anyway, not as she walked him backwards like they were waltzing. He collapsed onto the mattress. It felt better than he wanted to admit, lying down again. She settled over him like snow, like ash.

Kissing her felt dirty. George didn't give a rap for the fact they were both, legally, still married. But she tasted like every wedge between him and John, every rift between him and Pattie, theft and threat and nuisance. Moreover, he was vividly aware he was kissing illness and pain into her throat. Tit for tat.

But oh, she was good; not too light, not timid or careless. Her kiss made him float. He almost got carried away, but he had to disjoin their heads to get a proper breath, as his nose was blocked again. It tickled so badly, the very slight trickle of shifting pressure. He surfaced with a watery gasp and sneezed.

Yoko yelped and went stiff. "That's so loud," she scolded.

It wasn't, George thought, frowning. He'd just been right by her ear. "Leave if you don't like it," he huffed, and sucked at her earlobe.

Yoko crooned, her voice dripping with honey. But her words weren't nearly so sweet. "All this time, and still such horrid manners," she tutted. "You can take the boy out of the gutter--"

At that, George seized her by the waist and tried to flip her over. Instead of landing himself on top, he only knocked them both onto their sides, and even that left him panting raggedly.

"Oh. So strong," Yoko purred, a sarcastic smirk on her face.

George ignored the way her robe had fallen open, didn't look, didn't look. "No different than you're used to, then?" He doubted whether John could lift a sack of flour these days, much less his woman, light as she was.

"Is John always at the forefront of your mind?" she asked, after waiting patiently for George to finish coughing. "Or just during sex?"

George's cough tickled his nose again. He sneezed across her bare chest, provoking a short cry and a jolt of surprise from her. "Sex," he sniffled, contempt in his voice. "Is that what this is?"

"If you want it," she said eventually, with some difficulty, like she was out of breath. Then her lips worked into a thin smile. "If you'd not rather wait until you're well, when you have more...stamina." She punctuated it with a light tap under his chin and an exploratory hand at his zipper. Her eyes twinkled when she felt it already done open, unbuttoned.

George's eyes fell shut at the touch of her hand. A warm sting flooded his body, clear down to the tops of his thighs. He wanted her to touch him, touch him, make him well. Wear him out and make him sicker. But her fingers slipped past his jeans, and he couldn't stand the way he almost gave it up right there. She could undo him in a minute, he knew. He wouldn't let her. He'd show her stamina.

George pushed her hands out of the way and curled forward to kiss her breasts.

"Oh-!" Yoko's head tipped back, neck arched, as George played his lips and tongue around her nipple. By the sounds she made, he quickly worked out which was the more sensitive and began to tease her with it. He sucked gently, then hard, toying the other through his fingertips all the while. But when he gave a slight nip with his teeth, she shouted and tore him off by his hair. George hissed in pain.

"Savage," Yoko spat. "Trying to make me bleed?"

George coughed from his sudden sharp breath, so hard his nose dripped. It tickled, fit to make his eyes water.

Yoko cringed with a faint whimper. "Can't you cover your mouth?"

George sniffled thickly. "We've kissed."

"It's a matter of good-! Ohh..." George nuzzled against her ribs, trying to wipe his nose and mustache, and her voice went high and airy, light with esctasy. "...Good manners," she managed, once she had the heels of her hands against his head to keep him from moving about as he pleased.

George snorted. It undid all his earlier work cleaning himself up and made her squeal at the sudden wetness, but sure. He could oblige her. "Please," he said without a hint of sincerity, "would you get on your hands and knees, ma'am?" The last syllable came through gritted teeth.

Yoko giggled lightly. "I never knew you could be so charming, George." As she propped herself up on her elbows, then rolled gracefully onto all fours, her robe poured off her shoulders and pooled like moonlight around one wrist. She arched her back. It looked like a lazy stretch.

George tried to catch his breath. He busied his hands peeling off his tight jeans so he'd be less tempted to rub his cock. Once the jeans were off, he crawled up behind her, trying not to shudder even though baring his legs to the air chilled him down to his bones. Though he didn't let it rip through him, the suppressed shiver sent a needling, prickling, hair-raising buzz to his face. His nose and eyes burned, like stepping suddenly out from a hot room into a cold day. He could barely see for itchy tears, but he planted his hands on her slender hips and moved in close. Her cunt was swollen, her hair slicked to a jet curl beneath. Two thin strands of wetness bridged the gap between her thighs, like a string of pearls, where her legs had been pressed together a minute ago. He sighed with rapture and she twitched, a quick clench of the thighs that deepened her arch, just from the faint breath. That was all George saw before his eyes fluttered shut.

There was nothing he could do to stop it--but he wouldn't have tried, if there were.

"hhah-tssschhhw!"

Yoko shrieked when the spray hit her, and bucked hard. It only made George dig his fingers in a bit. He wasn't done, he had to sneeze again. This one built much slower than the first, in long, almost inaudible gasps. With his eyes closed, he couldn't see her, but he could feel her tremble every time he puffed out a breath. Waiting for the blow to fall, knowing it was coming, but not when.

George's lungs filled with a silent gulp of air, and a violent sneeze tore out of him.

"--ahttchshhhuw!" At point-blank range.

"Aah-!" Yoko flung an arm across her mouth, a second too late to muffle her cry. "Please," she stammered, every muscle tensed.

She asked so nicely, George figured, that sure, he could do as she wished. He could cover his mouth.

George flicked his tongue across her cunt, and she lost her senses, curling against him and keening. He lapped and sucked, drove the blade of his tongue into her. He couldn't hardly get a breath through his nose, but his head filled with the heavy taste of her nonetheless. As they began to find a shaky rhythm, George fell into a kind of trance. She'd push back and he'd nudge forward, ignorant of how his teeth hurt his tongue, how his jaw ached all through his sinuses. She cried and moaned, and shook terribly. He would have kept going forever.

Only, he couldn't breathe.

His mouth otherwise engaged, he was panting heavily through his running nose. At first he had trouble getting air in at all. But something unlocked, shifted suddenly open, and his lungs pulled in all they could. With every sniveling breath, he inhaled the fluid rinsing down the back of his throat, until he was choking on it. Sputtering out little ineffective coughs that wouldn't let him draw enough breath to clear it out proper. He couldn't gasp without coughing. He couldn't stop.

George pulled back and sat on his heels, wracked by spasmodic coughs. One hand he pressed to his mouth, the other clawing over his chest. As if it would help. It was a gesture of panic, not forethought. He could not breathe.

"Poor darling," came Yoko's voice.

George's lungs bottomed out, completely empty. Only then could he wrestle in a trembling breath and force a good chest-clearing cough. It burned and tore. George was too focused on the pain to pay much attention to what Yoko had said after that, but he knew it must be mocking, falsely sweet. He felt out blindly for her robe and clutched it to his face.

Yoko gave a sharp noise of complaint when her robe, still yoked to her by one wrist, was yanked away. When George loudly blew his nose into it, however, she raised an even bigger fuss. "That's silk!" she shouted, in a tone of voice that suggested George would be getting a bill later.

George exhaled a final time and muffled a few coughs into the robe for good measure before casting it aside. "I'd bet," he said, sniffling. "Felt nice." A vast understatement. The ability to breathe again, without choking on a strangling itch, was bliss. He was so far from caring about pleasing her.

Only, no--as a matter of fact, that wasn't true. That's what he wanted, to please her. He tingled all over at the thought of getting to do it once more. It would make him well again, he knew for a fact, only that. But that didn't mean he had to care about her precious silk robe.

Yoko's eyes glowed, even as she leered at him. "Too ill to fuck," she said icily, "but well enough to be a prick about ruining my nice things."

George barely had the wherewithal to keep from yelling, I'm not, like a spoiled child. "I can fuck," was all she got in its place, though.

"Oh, yes," she purred, "I've heard."

Anger and shame licked hot at George's skin. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear," he said. His shredded throat made his voice sound lower, rougher. It wasn't strong, but it sounded grave, like she'd better listen.

"Certainly not." She planted her palm on the bed, a tiny step toward him, a graceful prowl. "I intend to find out for myself."

The kiss lasted less than a minute before they were scrambling back into place, Yoko on all fours and George behind her. He was so gut-wrenching hard he couldn't feel the strain in his lungs, nor the ache in his head. He couldn't bear that it was her doing this to him, despite everything. It was wrong, but he was helpless in the face of it. He needed to do something about it.

She needed it too, by the sound of it, by the looks. Her inner thighs were a glistening mess, wet as you please, though George couldn't tell how much of it had come from her body and how much from his. It didn't matter. He lined himself up to push his cock into her, one hand anchored on her hip.

He hesitated. Even with Yoko stretching back, reaching for him, whispering desperate pleas, making his cock twitch, there was something in the way. It was weakness. Physical--he already felt like he couldn't catch his breath--and mental, too. He couldn't take the thought of not satisfying her, after all this.

"George," Yoko sobbed. He swore and pushed in, all the way in, locking their bodies together.

The sound that came out of her was otherworldly. For that moment, George felt peace. Safe, just for a second, in her warmth, with nothing to worry about. But he had to move. He had to.

A groaning sigh punched out of him, low and hoarse. It felt so good so quickly, pulling back and then driving deep into her. The shock of it was a jolt to the heart. After a few strokes, he was gulping for air and still felt hollow, fluttery, like he might faint. This was a bad idea to start. He'd been too long without sex, and he wasn't well; he couldn't control himself.

He was going to come.

Morbid certainty washed him in a cold sweat. He clenched his teeth, trying to slow down like pulling the brakes on a speeding train. It hurt, a physical twinge up through his stomach, even from that small loss of momentum.

Yoko felt it too. She arched deeper and rolled her hips, chasing the friction he denied her. "Please don't stop," she sighed in a voice so high she was almost singing. "Oh, please. Not now."

George's thoughts echoed exactly the same sentiment. If he could just...slowly. Deep breaths (with a slight crackle). So slow their skin didn't even slap together when they met. It was still too much.

For Yoko, though, it wasn't quite enough. She whined in frustration as he slowed to stillness. One hand lifted between her legs to touch herself.

"Ah. Don't--" George halted completely, limbs rigid and eyes shut tight. He tried to exhale a cooling breath. She squirmed beneath him, giving little noises of need, and he could have screamed. A good belt across the ass would set her right, George had to hope, but he couldn't move a muscle. Probably would only make her squeal anyway. He exhaled again. His breath wavered.

It wasn't a deep breath, but evidently it knocked something loose. George's nose dripped. Yoko cried out, indignant; it must've felt like he spit on her. He sniffled hard--not for her sake, but to get rid of the horrible, rain-soaked feeling, inside and out. It was repulsively wet. He needed to...no. Not now.

George held tight to Yoko's waist, as if he could somehow tether himself, but it came all the same. A deep, frantic gasp, and another, then an uncontrollable sneeze.

"hhh-tssschhhuhh!"

It threw him forward against her with a jerk, and she tensed up around him, gasping like she'd seen the dead. It was a perfect storm of movement he didn't need. Just like that, he was gone, swept up in the tide. "Oh, fucking God--" he wept breathlessly, clutched her to his body as tight as he could. The earth shook and the sky caved in as he came and came in her, flinching at the way it coursed through him. It took everything out of him. He wasn't sure he could hold himself up when it was over.

Yoko pulled apart from him, and he did falter, limbs shaking, but he didn't fall. Still, the pain and exhaustion were too much. He could feel everything again, the pressure and gunk and raw soreness, now added to his aching arms and legs. He lowered onto his chest. All he could do was try to breathe.

For a long moment, she was quiet too, panting with urgency. Then, she went still. And then she spoke.

"So that's it? You get to finish, I don't?"

It was resentment that finally moved George's muscles and dragged him back into a sitting position. "You didn't sound too far off." The jab was weakly punctuated by a cough on either side, but it stood. She'd been moaning fit to peel the paint off the walls, and taken matters into her own hands where needed.

Yoko huffed softly. "Serves me right." She leaned over to the nightstand and lit a half-smoked cigarette. "I almost forgot I don't run an influenza ward." Credit where credit is due, she blew the smoke well away from him.

"You'd leave if it bothered you," George said flatly. "If you didn't love it so much, you'd leave." The suspicion had been gnawing at him, but now that it was out in the open, he'd never been so sure of anything. She wanted him miserable. That's how she liked him best.

Smoke puffed out through Yoko's nostrils. She arranged her hair out of her face. "We're not all the same, you know. Women. We don't always leave when things get hard." She took one last drag and stubbed out her cigarette. As she turned casually to the ashtray, she trained searching eyes on George, gave him a pointed once-over, and looked away again.

"You bitch." George's eyes stung. His throat felt like it would swell shut.

"Call me what you like." She didn't even look for a reaction anymore. With slightly stiff movements, she crawled to the head of the bed and lay on a pillow. "What does that change?"

George grabbed hold of the side of her face and thought for a long time about kissing her. She looked like she couldn't be bothered with his decision, but mildly pleased at the touch. He'd soon change that. Unless, of course...At this point, he couldn't tell what would satisfy her, what part of this she found pleasure in. But she'd wanted to open her mouth; she could leave it open. He eased a thumb past her lower lip and guided her jaw down. Once it was open, he loomed above her face and took a controlled breath.

"I--" Yoko began. When she found the difficulty of talking through George's thumb, she mouthed a slow kiss around it, then tilted her head so it didn't go past her teeth. "I hope I haven't said something to upset you."

George didn't deign to answer. He snuffled and snorted, trying to stir something up, trying to summon the sting of her leftover smoke.

Yoko's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

At first, it just made him want to cough. It was too sharp, too choppy. But soon he felt something take root. It built and spread, making him blink away tears. His nostrils flared wide, despite the slow shallow breaths. It tickled.

Realization flashed across Yoko's face, and she went pale. "Oh, don't. Please..."

He was determined to now, though, for physical as well as cosmic satisfaction. He wanted to sneeze the itch out, and luckily for him, one was fast approaching. Not fast enough. He rubbed his thumb against the side of his nose, a quick little circle, and felt it burn like a lit match. There, it was coming strong now. It was going to feel so good. Just a little reprieve.

As if asked for her last words before the firing squad, Yoko piped, "You're an easy fire to stoke, George--ahh!" Before she had quite finished, his thumb was on her tongue again, holding her mouth open. For a moment, the only sound was their frightened breathing.

George sneezed, wet and rupturing across her face, and immediately curled in on himself with a coughing fit.

"Ugh, you dog!" Yoko wailed, and there was a rustle of the bedsheets as she tried to dry herself off, but George scarcely heard it. The way his throat locked up with each cough just made him sicker and sicker. At last, he coughed and then gagged wretchedly. It was too wet, or too harsh; his tongue was in the way, something. He felt like he'd been turned inside out. Too dismal even to cough again.

"George."

He cringed lamely away when she placed a hand on his back, lacking the strength to flinch or warn her off. Her hand disappeared. Instead, she cupped a piece of cloth to his mouth and nose. He was half-conscious of adding his hand on top of hers, letting his head list right and left as he exhaled to clear out both sides of his nose. He swallowed again and again, and finally his throat didn't feel clogged. But he was shivering. Bone-tired. He blinked and wet his cheeks with tears.

"I can't...please you." He sniffled. His voice was almost gone.

Yoko chuckled. She mopped at his face with the cloth, dabbing gently under his nose and eyes. "You really don't know me at all."

George was losing his grip on waking reality. What could she mean? Things no longer made sense. When her clever hands wove into his hair and coaxed his head into her lap, he went without a sound.

"There is one thing you can do for me."

George blinked his eyes open. Above him, she swam in and out of focus. Light and dark, lovely but impossible.

"Stay awake for me." She stroked his face, combed his hair. A little electric trail followed her fingertips, buzzing and sparking wherever she touched. George let out a heavy sigh. "You need rest, but you need water first. Stay awake while I go and get some?" She traced one dainty finger down the bridge of his nose, around the shape of his nostrils. "Can you do that for me?"

George's eyes drifted shut. "I...ah-all right." It tickled a little bit, but way off in the distance, through too many layers to develop into anything.

"There's a good boy." Yoko planted a feather-light kiss on the very tip of his nose and stood. She lifted his head off her lap, careful not to let him drop. He came to rest on top of the comforter--she hadn't given him a pillow. As if that would prevent him from falling asleep.

It felt like an hour before George heard the door open and shut as she left. He was falling in and out of sleep already, he knew. But, dreaming or waking, there remained a faint buzz in his sinuses, the vestige of her gentle touches. It ebbed and flowed, teasing him but never growing, only making his head feel wet and heavy, full of feathers.

It was making him sleepy, too. The stuffed feeling, the tidal breaths. He couldn't stay conscious as long as she wanted him to--if, indeed, she ever wanted him to. There had to be something wrong with her, to tolerate all this from him. Not only that, but to go to pains taking care of him. She'd be ill within the week. She must know that. Who would do the same for her?

Maybe, George thought as he fully surrendered to sleep, maybe if she'd have him, he'd stay.

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Hello and welcome to my blog!

I’m a 17 year old writer that has been interested in writing for a fuck ton of my life so this will be my practice writing til I write a book or something. Please leave criticism for my writing, I'm using this to improve! (Please be nice I will cry)

Some info about me!

I’m a Mexican bisexual girl with absolutely fuck nothing to do so I’ll try to pour my absolute soul into your requests (don’t hope for too much tho I procrastinate). I really love reading, writing, video games (Stardew Valley/The last of Us/Pokemon/etc.), and whatever show/movie I’m obsessing over at the moment.

Fandoms I write for! :

Hazbin Hotel (I will not write for that bug bitch Valentino)

Helluva Boss

Genshin Impact

Brooklyn Nine Nine

COD

Spiderman ATSV

Stardew Valley

Things I won’t write! :

NSFW (I’m a minor and it just makes me uncomfy)

Yandere (I don’t rlly fuck with the kidnapping or non-con stuff)

This is a sample of my writing to see what hell you’re getting into!

It was a quiet evening, the rosy sun shutting down her light for the night to flood the lucid sky, as I laid down on the couch mindlessly scrolling through my phone. The tv blared in the background as I continued to stalk through people's Instagram profiles, though it came to a halt when I came across a certain post that caught my eye. It was a poem, more specifically a love poem a girl posted that was given to her from her presumed boyfriend. I sat there as I read the post, a sick feeling of envy mixed with happiness bubbling in my stomach as my eyes traced and reread every little syllable.

It was a beautiful piece of literature. The words blended together perfectly, bringing a giddy smile to my face. It was rather childish how easily worked up I got over words on a paper but with my hopeless romantic ass there was absolutely no saving.

“Ugh I would kill for someone to write this beautifully about me!” I groaned as I harshly dipped my head into the random pillow residing on my couch. My love life is well, very nonexistent, especially when your standards come from the fictional men you read in novels and fan-fiction on the internet. “Well I can keep dreaming” I yawned as I reached for the remote, turning off the tv as I trudged towards my bedroom. My room was a basic light cream color with bookshelves and posters decorating the walls, plants sitting near my half open window- wait. ‘What the hell? Didn’t I close this?- You know what never mind’ I shut the half open window with a sigh, my mind reflecting about these past few months.

Occurrences like this were starting to get more consistent over the span of five months. It started with doors that would be mysteriously open, then it escalated to some of my possessions disappearing and later reappearing later that week or even never at all. I thought I was going insane, so I installed cameras around my apartment hoping to get answers to this ongoing problem…. only to get nothing. I would review the cameras after every outing or disappearance of objects, searching and searching for a single piece of movement on the monochromatic replays of my entire apartment. Yet, there would always be nothing. ‘One day… I’ll figure out what the fuck is happening’ I quickly settled into bed, my hands reaching for the laptop resting on my bookshelf before my head was greeted with the softness of the pillow. I opened my laptop, swiftly typing in my password as I once again opened my security camera footage for the third time this week and rewinded it. Soon my eyes started to flutter shut as my laptop slid off my stomach, the luminescent screen reflecting the unfinished review of the security cameras. I felt my body relax against the mellow sheets, my thoughts hoping for resolution.

‘Click’

It was the next day and I decided to take the chance and go out for a walk to clear my mind. At least that’s what I was planning to do. When I reached to open my apartment door, my eyes caught sight of a small white envelope wedged underneath the front door. I halted in my movement, my hand still resting on the door handle as I continued to stare at the letter. ‘What the hell is this doing here?’ After a moment of deliberation, I slowly bent over and gingerly picked up the small envelope, scanning over its appearance. The envelope was stamped with a light pink wax resembling a crest and it had a small scent of vanilla, both of which were my favorite things. I stared in confusion, my eyes scanning over it once more before turning the envelope over in hopes to find who it was for. Only to find the words ‘My Dearest’ written in red ink. ‘This has got to be some sort of joke. Maybe they got the wrong apartment?’ I continued to re-analyze the letter, flipping it over and over to find some sort of clue who it was for. After spending a few minutes continuing to try to find some trace of a clue, my fingers rested on the red ink on the back of the letter. My heart began to lightly thump in my chest, the hopeless feelings and daydreams flooding my head as my fingers traced the bright red strokes of the words.

‘My Dearest’

I mean.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek.

Yeah this was supposed to be a prologue for a Yandere fanfic I was working on before I scrapped it (no it wasn’t gonna be romantic) but let me know if I should start it up again!

I hope you enjoy this blog!!!

#writers on tumblr #fanfic #writing community #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #brooklyn nine nine #genshin impact #cod mw2 #stardew valley #spider man: across the spider verse #please please please

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Monster Hunt (Halloween Monster “Roleplay” 3) Part 26

Somehow that Nancy Punk has control over her dreams, she's almost as good as me. A lucid dreamer I'm sure. Or is that her secret? I don't know. Hell, there might not actually be a secret, I could be an idiot. One thing is for sure, I can't sense her anymore. "Werewolves, go sniff her out" She's still here, just getting ready for round two. I'll need help. Here's Jason... Voorhees. He looks pissed, and like he wants his mommy. "Hey, momma's boy, your mother contacted me, she looking for you!" Oh, he's crying now. I'm glad I'm no longer him...or Pinhead. He's just staring here, most likely getting off from all of this, weirdo. "Alright men... and weird sex dolls... Punk Nancy Thompson is out there and she must due so I can be free. I know you care so much about my pretty face." "Yeah yeah, she has a lot of control here, I'll give you two some control too... please don't be dumbasses." They are going to be dumbassess. Oh, is that the sound of werewolves on the hunt? Or in heat? I have no idea, but "Let's go, dumbasses!" Poor Punk Nancy, she's been chased up a tree. Now so powerful huh? Damn... she just vaporized the wolves with her mind. Poor doggies. The room is changing.... where are we? hell? A sex dungeon? Pinhead is taking control here. Good. Chains are coming out of nowhere. Oh my... wow. Nancy got pierced over and over again, agonized by these chains. She's screaming in great agony, I can see the flesh under the gash pulse.. ew. Sex Doll has a few good moves. Now he's preaching about the pain gospel, how quaint... and messed up. Oh, he's going in for the kill. he's got a big ass nail, nice. *plunge* right into her heart, no one can survive that. right? She's dead! Yaaay! I can go home! wait, crap, the chains are moving. Oh... oh devils.. oh... Pinhead got impaled in the dick... why? So cruel. The other chains impaled his heart and head, he's hanging like a goth salami. His body is slowly being torn into three by the chains. No saving him now. he's dead, for sure. crap. Died with a smile on his white face. Jason jumps in and starts slacking at Nancy, the scene changes to some lake camp. They are on the dock fighting, better jump in. "You can't keep this up forever bitch" *slice* Oh I got a good chunk of her ankle. In comes Jason with his machete. I think he screamed for Mother...is that the head on his belt? oh.. speaking of heads, Nancy's head just got chopped off, look at that fountain of blood. So pretty. Jason grabbed her head and just bashed it in. She's dead now. "great job momma's boy." Wait... is that ghost oh some middle age woman? Weird. Jason seems very fixated on the hag. What is he mumbling to it, Mother? Oh crap, oh craaaap! He just committed sudoku. What did she say to him? His body falls into the lake and floats away on a river of blood. that's no ghost, that's the Punk Nancy! Enough! Back to the boiler room. "Well done girl, you killed a bunch of dumb killers. let me show you what a dream master can do." Long arm time! *slice* right in the stomach, she's in great pain. I'll kill her a million times if that will free me. Some spike rain to even things out, and each needle pierces like the flame of a thousand suns. I tear one one of her limbs off with just a thought. Toss the useless arm aside. Getting closer. She tries to lash out at me, but I dodge the pitiful attack, and she weakens. I piece the skin of her head and slowly peel off her face. Nothing left but muscles and a skull. She screams in bloody fury but still lives. Time for the kill. I stab her stomach and begin to crawl my way up her intestines. Closer to the heart, closer, past the stomach, closer... *stab* oh... that hurt... crap... is that a crucifix? Mother's crucifix? She stabbed me! It's in my heart...I... I let go of her and stumble backward... Everything goes dark... I... could not kill Nancy... she had Freddy's weakness all along. I failed. She won. She killed me.

-Miny Freddy Krueger

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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A Failed Betrothal (6)

Here is a new chapter for you guys. I am terrible at writing feelings and this is my best shot.😅 Tell me what you think.

[Masterlist]

(PART 1)(PART 5)

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(Words in bold is French)

“Tch, Drake is going to be busy trying to find Hawkmoth. He can’t go around Paris, being Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. Besides, he can’t be a proper boyfriend even in his most lucid moments. I will be her boyfriend instead.”

Tim was glad he didn’t take a sip of his coffee when Damian volunteered to be Marinette’s boyfriend. But he still choked on air. Jason with his limited knowledge of french was confused. Damian didn’t do what he heard, right?

“No, you can’t. Chloe already told them about Tim. If I come in with a different boyfriend, they would get suspicious. We can work on Hawkmoth while we go on those dates. Besides, I thought you don’t like me. That’s not going to sell the image of a loving couple.” Marinette pointed out. (She also doesn’t want to do this fake-date thing. Not because she likes Damian and she had always been a goner for green eyes and totally would be date him if it weren’t for some stupid curse dictating her feelings for him and fake-dating him might get her catch feelings for him and she would get her heart broken when this is all over and she would stay single forever and be a lonely old lady with hamsters and cats for company.)

“Actually, Mari-bug, I only told the class how romantic your boyfriend is. I never told them what he looked like. Just in case, Timothy couldn’t make it. I have back-up favors to cash in.” Chloe explained.

Marinette didn’t even know why she was surprised at that, this was Chloe after all.

“You have more than one American boy around our age in your debt who you intend to be my boyfriend? Sounds like you, Queenie. So that also means that Damian doesn’t have to do it if he doesn’t want to.”

“My offer still stands. I will be your ‘boyfriend’ before I have to go back. I will be more understanding than those other American boys when you have to rush out for an attack. That is to assume that they can come here or agree. In our initial meeting, I didn’t like that weak girl act you put up. Recent events have made me realize that you are a much stronger person. (Careful Damian, that sounds like a compliment.) You are a decent partner to date.(Shit. Shit. Shit. That wasn’t a compliment, right?)”

Damian couldn’t see why Dupain-Cheng would refuse such a good deal. He supposed her feelings might be still hurt from his first impression of her. He would give her an apology when they are alone and away from his brothers who would make a big deal of it.

“Fine. At least, the curse will at least make this fake couple thing more believable.” grumbled Marinette. The light pink blush on her face is not because he said she was someone he would date.

Oh right, the curse. He swore internally, it had possessed him to be Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. He now would have to endure the hand-holding, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes, and try to resist the curse which will be much harder now. Somehow, he didn’t regret it a little bit. It sounds more bearable with him doing those things with her than her with Drake. This was just a mutual agreement to ward off her suitors and prove to her classmates that she was off the market.

Chloe clapped her hands,“If we have everything sorted out, you can start being a good boyfriend by walking Marinette to school today. We want to be on time now.”

The others started packing up their stuff or finished what they were eating. Marinette was dragged out of the bakery by an impatient Damian. Chloe and Alix picked up what Marinette left behind and followed out. The rest soon left right after, leaving the two boys in the bakery.

“Hey, Replacement, tell me if I am wrong but did Demon Spawn willingly ask a girl out?” Jason asked, stealing a croissant from Tim.

“Try making himself the perfect candidate to be her fake boyfriend out of many choices, including me, and get her to agree to it. Now he has to go on a few romantic dates with Marinette in order to ward off this really pushy guy in her class. Demon Spawn also has a crush on her and he’s in denial of it. We are not hallucinating either. I’ve checked.” Tim replied, sipping his coffee.

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“Damian. Let go. Hey, Wayne, are you listening to me? Let me go. This is not how you treat your significant other. And you are not even going in the right direction.” Marinette all but yelled at him.

He released his grip on her. “My apologies for manhandling you but I wanted to tell you this away from everybody else.”

“What?” She asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

I- This is a little difficult to say for me,” Damian started. (Why were his palms sweaty? It’s just an apology. He had done it before although it was mostly because Grayson told him what he did wrong and made him do it.) “But I am sorry for calling you weak, pathetic and every other bad thing I have said about you when you have shown that you are anything but those. I was mad at myself for being caught and took it out on you.”

Her glare softened.

“Apologies accepted. The school is this way.” She said with a smile and went towards the school. Damian walked by her side, his hands in his pockets.

Marinette looked at where his hands were, “If we are going to do this fake dating thing, I suggest we hold hands.”

Damian grabbed her hand and continued walking in silence. Her hands were so small and fitted perfectly in his. Oh God, it’s the curse again. Turning him into a sap. Do not think about her hands. And the fact that she took down a man twice her size with them which was an amazing sight to watch.

“Why are you so stiff? Loosen up a little. You are with the love of your life. Smile a little.”

Damian plastered on a fake smile, “Happy?”

“It looks fake. Being a model he will be able to tell.” Marinette remarked, “Are you sure you want to do this? We can still go get Tim to be my boyfriend.”

“I can do this. Drake wouldn’t be a better choice. It doesn’t help that you are relentlessly nit-picking me. Or are you that bad of a girlfriend?” Damian couldn’t help but sniped back. “Maybe that’s why Chat Noir left you.”

He found himself back against the world and her elbow at his neck. (He would forever deny that he liked it.)

“Look here, Wayne. You know nothing about me and you shouldn’t assume that you do. Chat Noir was revoked of his status as a hero for his behaviour. If you don’t act the part properly, I am going to have my former partner, who has absolutely no sense of boundaries, harassing me in my civilian life and I have already dealt enough of his advances to last a lifetime. I have given you so many chances to get out of this which you refused and yet, you are half-assing it. So are you in this 100 percent or not? Because I am at the end of my patience right now.”

“The boy who is obsessed with you is the former Chat Noir?”

“Yes, I will explain about that later but what’s your answer?”

“I will give it my best shot but I have never pretended to be in love.”

“Were you not taught in the League?”

“There were seduction tactics shown to members when they were old enough and I left them when I was 10 but I am not sure if those skills can be applied here.”(Slamming your opponent against the wall wasn’t one of them but she was doing a great job of it so far. No. No. No. He is not his father. This is different from whatever he has with Kyle.)

She released her hold on him and grabbed his hand, leading him towards her school.

“Well then, here are the basics. Everytime you look at me, just think of your favourite things to make your smile a little more genuine. Maybe call me by a pet name if you want. Keep your touch on me like you can’t keep your hands off of me and act really reluctant when you have to let go. You will only keep them my shoulders, arms, hands and waist or I will break your hand. I will do the same. If you are going to have to kiss me, give me a warning.” He looked into her blue eyes and nodded.

“Alright.”

“Oh. I almost forgot. In case they try to question our relationship. My favourite colour is red. My favourite song is ‘Fearless’ by Jagged Stone.(I love Taylor. Sue me) And we met online a few months ago. You came all the way to Paris to see me a month ago and asked me out. We will talk more that later. Oh, I also love designing and have dreams of being a famous fashion designer.-”

Marinette rambled on which Damian found a little endearing. He looked forward to knowing more about her. He added a few comments here or there about himself (because it was only fair.) and ways to improve their cover story about their relationship.

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“We are nearly at school. Let’s start the act, Romeo.” Marinette whispered at him and looked at him with a bright smile that brought a tiny smile to his face. Okay, maybe he liked Marinette a little bit but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with her.

He moved her hand holding his to the crook of his elbow.

“Is this acceptable, my lady?”

She wrinkled her nose, (Adorable. No. Don’t go there) “This is fine. But can you not call me that? And princess too? I may have erased his memories as Chat Noir but it could be a trigger to bring them back.”

“Understandable. What about Malak?”

She blushed. Marinette had learned Arabic a while back and was very fluent in the language.

“It’s okay.” She said in a soft voice. She put her other hand on his bicep and leaned on his shoulder.

“You don’t look like a touchy-feely person so is this fine?”

“Yes.”

“Cool, let me tell you more about the atrocious lies that had passed her mouth.”

They walked into the school courtyard, arm-in-arm, for the entire school, especially Marinette’s class, to see. The perfect picture of a loving couple. Marinette’s blush from earlier was evident on her face, leaving no room for doubt about her new relationship status. (Many guys, gals and pals were upset over it.) As they both walked up the stairs, whispering and laughing about who knows what (gulliable and idiotic classmates they have to suffer learning with), two pairs of green eyes followed them.

In this case, the saying ‘green-eyed monsters’ was true. One was envious of the boy who held the girl he wanted in his arms and the other was envious of the attention the couple was receiving.

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Damian escorted Marinette to her class. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and said, loud enough for the class to hear, “Bye, Malak. I will pick you up after school for our date.”

“B-bye, Damian.”

He took her hand, gave a kiss to the back of it and departed, leaving a very red-faced Marinette behind. The rest of the class parted the way as Damian walked past.

She rushed into her seat where Chloe sat beside it, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Sooooo, Mari-bug, how was your date? You two rushed out of there so quickly and left your stuff behind. So eager to spend time with your boyfriend, eh? You enjoyed it very much by the looks of it.”

“Sorry about that, Chloe. Did you bring my bag and the cheese danishes?” Marinette tried to change the topic. And she also wanted to make sure a god of destruction doesn’t go hungry and angsty during school. “Yep, here you go,” Chloe said, handing Marinette her bag and a box of cheese-flavoured snacks for Plagg, “Your mom packed some for you.”

“Marinette. Where have you been the last two days? And you came back with a boy. I am honestly worried about your behaviour.” Lila played the concerned classmate wonderfully.

“Yeah, Marinette. This is a new low, even for you.” Alya added.

Marinette readied herself to tell the cover story Damian and her worked out on the way here.

“Lila, I appreciate your ‘concern’. But the last four days have been a little hard on me so excuse me if I am a little snappy today. You see, Damian disappeared and didn’t return home after school on Friday. So when he didn’t pick up for our weekly video call, I panicked and called his family and they told me what happened. They sent me a plane to get out of Paris so I can’t get akumatized.”

“Was that why you were gone on Saturday?” Chloe asked, playing along although she already knew why Marinette wasn’t in Paris the last four days.

“Yeah. Sorry for not telling you guys. It was sorta last minute. Thankfully, he wasn’t kidnapped actually. His biological mother picked him up but never told his father that she was taking him. I just came back last night. Dami followed me to make sure I am okay.”

“What a bunch of bullcrap.” Alya said, “I don’t believe you.”

Oh. The irony... “Alya, I don’t care if you do. My life is my own business. So keep your nosy nose out of it. Your opinions don’t matter to me anymore, stranger.” Marinette internally was tired of this silly routine and wanted this to end already.

Alya wanted to pick a fight with her over the smallest things she did for the past months. She wondered why her former best friend hated her this much.

“Lila told me that you were skipping school and you paid an actor to be your pretend boyfriend.”

Pretending to not hear what Alya said, Marinette turned towards Chloe, “Hey, you never told me about how you met Tim. I can’t believe that you two are friends.”

“We met at one of those charity galas-”

“Hey, we were talking to you.” Alya cut her off. To which Chloe glared at the ombre-haired girl.

“I thought our conversation was done. What else am I supposed to say?”

Marinette was frustrated and hid that fact well, showing any reaction would give the game away. If she had reacted, it would further fuel the fire of Alya’s self-righteousness, making her believe that Marinette was somehow guilty of what Lila told her about. Lila managed to turn nearly the entire class against her by appealing to their ‘hero’ side and outbursts from Marinette and the others made them more sure of themselves of being in the right. It was so deep-rooted that nothing would sway them to logical reasoning. Maybe except Phase 2. Phase 1 was made a little easier when Talia kidnapped her and made her miss a few days of school.

Phase 2 was to not acknowledge the lies or just appear uninterested. It would illustrate the point that people don’t have to listen to them if they don’t want to. If possible, sow little seeds of doubt to the ones Lila had a looser grip on. The more people they can slowly get on their side, the better.

Alya was confused, usually Marinette would throw a ‘temper tantrum’ about how she didn’t do that and Lila lied.“I-, you should-, You should apologize to Lila.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, “For what this time?”

“For saying that she was lying.”

“Pray tell, when did in any of our conversations so far did I do that? I mean I don’t like the fact that she just accused me with little evidence of paying my someone to be my boyfriend but I am not going to fight with anyone over it. Maybe I did do that, Maybe I didn’t. Maybe there is a good reason I did those things. The thing is Lila should keep to her own business and I will keep to mine. And as should you. I know you are a reporter at heart but you should at the very least respect my privacy.”

Alya stayed silent, fuming. Everyone was looking at them now. She realized that the designer was right and if she pushed further, she would be the bad guy.

“I thought so. Now, go away. I have nothing else to say to you. Let Chloe finish her story of how she met Tim which you so rudely interrupted.”

“Who’s Tim?” Lila asked, wanting to know more about Marinette’s boyfriend to work on an angle to get him away from the ravenette.

“Mari-Bug’s boyfriend’s older brother. Now, shoo peasants, we are talking. Anyways, Mommy took me to when I was younger so I could mingle with all the other rich kids and get connections. Timothy was there and back then, he was still with the Drakes...”

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Lila and Alya returned to their seats, both were visibly upset although Lila was seething inside. When Marinette was not at school for the last two days, the Italian thought that it was the last she had seen of her. Today, she showed up with a handsome boy on her arm and by the looks of his clothes, rich too. If she manages to get ‘Damian’ to break up with that pest and date her instead, then she would have a rich, handsome boyfriend devoted to her and that brat would be so heart-broken that an akuma so powerful would be made that even Ladybug won’t be able to defeat. A two for one deal. Lila started planning (scheming) to take her boyfriend away.

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(Part 7)

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Edit: I am so sorry. I forget to add the taglist.

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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put it all on me - steve rogers smut

The one where, after Steve fucks you in a bar, he takes you back to his room.

Warnings: Cum eating, oral sex (f), A LOT OF dirty talk, light degradation?, I don’t think so, but just to be sure, it’s just ‘cause Steve likes to tease the reader for her sexual desires, captain kink, talks of threesome, smut, p in v, doggy, face down, ass up, plot twist, poly!Steve, really dominant!Steve

A/N: in theory, this is supposed to be a part ii to this fic, hence the same title. But it’s easily read as a one-shot, so if you don’t want to read that little drabble, just carry on.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first thing Steve did when he managed to get me inside his room was strip me completely naked, and after a few minutes of forcing me to endure his burning gaze on my exposed body, fall to his knees and pull me to accept his body between my legs.

“St-Steve!” I admonished, trying to get out of the position, knowing the cum he had deposited inside of me was going to drip on his face any second now. But all I got was a harsh slap on my ass, Steve’s blunt nails carving half-moon indentations on my skin when he secured my hips, making sure to push my legs as far away as they could get before he sat me down on his mouth. “Shit, Captain! Sorry.”

“You think you can pretend to be all coy and shy now, sweetheart?” He mocked, perfect soft lips already prying my lower ones open and he used his tongue to scoop up his own cum from inside of me, catching me by surprise. I was so surprised, in fact, that I lost control of my own leg muscles, and would have fallen face-first on the floor if it weren’t for Steve still keeping me up by his grip on my hips.

“You can’t play that innocent act with me anymore, princess. Not when you let me fuck you in a bar’s bathroom. Not when you were so eager to milk me dry.” I moaned just from hearing the good old Captain America saying such nasty things from between my legs. It felt like a dream - a dirty, too-good-to-be-true dream, and I loved every second of it.

On the off chance that this whole thing had been just a figment of my imagination, I wanted to make the most out of it. I wasn’t one for lucid dreams, so I didn’t know when it would be the next time I’d get this sort of fun again.

If it was truly happening, then, that’s why I needed to cherish every single second of this experience. There was no part of me that believed I’d be able to lay with Steve freaking Rogers again after tonight. This was purely the result of hurt ego and adrenaline that was most likely still running through his body from the mission he’d been on for the last few weeks. He hadn’t had a release in a while and it was purely the combination of luck and being in the right place, at the right time, that had allowed me to cherish this opportunity. I wouldn’t fake myself into believing any differently.

Steve hummed as he tasted the combination of himself and my wetness. It felt downright depraved, and it only served to get me even wetter for him. “We taste so good together, honey. I don’t think I’ll ever want to eat my cum without yours.”

What the fuck was going on? Who was this person? I just couldn’t believe Steve was actually saying stuff like that. Through the gasps that revealed just how out of breath that situation had made me, I forced myself to let out a raspy, “You do that often?”

It made Steve laugh, still otherwise occupied with licking my wetness away, sometimes humming in a way that let me believe he truly was deeply appreciative of my taste. “You truly have no idea,” he mused, only making even more curious.

Steve’s P.O.V.

Shit, she was perfect. I was so glad her little slip up had given me the perfect opportunity to rail her in the bathroom of that bar because now that I had known how she felt and what she tasted like, there was no way I would ever let her go. And I knew just who would love this development.

“When Bucky gets home, I’m sure he’ll keep my face stuffed in your pussy, licking our remnants to clean you up before he fucks you.” This was a calculated move. I knew exactly what I was doing as I said those words and pried her lower lips open with two of my fingers, prepared to feel her clench around my tongue as she realized what I was implying.

“B-Bucky?” She repeated, and I could only chuckle against her wetness as she writhed over me. So sweet, both in taste and in personality. I can see why he had fallen for her. Such a pretty little thing, so unaware of her allure.

“Oh yeah, darling. You have no idea how badly he has wanted you.” Finally leaving her pussy to watch her face as she tried to get a grip over what I was telling, I pushed two of my fingers in her hole, listening for the sopping sounds my thrusts made as I continued my taunts.

“He’s been talking about fucking you ever since you started working at the tower, sweetheart. I was the one who originally opposed it because I didn’t think you’d be up for the things we’d like to do to you… But tonight, you’ve gone ahead and turned the tables on me, haven’t you? Thinking I was the innocent one, when you’re always walking around so cutely in dresses like the one I ripped from you,” tsking, I continued, “He would have loved you in that dress, such a shame you won’t be able to wear it anymore. But I’ll buy a new one, and then you’ll let him fuck you in it, won’t you, princess? You’ll be our good girl now, huh?” I watched her orgasm hit her right before my eyes, grinning from ear to ear as I kept my movements quick and harsh against the spot that made her try to escape me. Shame, I’d never let her go.

“You’re aching for it, aren’t you, darling? Desperate to feel both of our cocks in your tiny holes, filling you from both ends. Maybe you’ll even take two at once, huh? Can’t wait to play with you until you’re so used to our cocks we’ll just slide right in, princess.” Now my cock was throbbing, desperate to fill her up with more cum so I could just lick it all off again later. So, albeit reluctantly, I got up and grabbed her by the hips, throwing her on the bed before turning her around and raising her fantastic ass up.

“I think I’ll fuck you like this again. Keep grabbing this ass so I can leave my mark in it, just like I left my cum in you.” I slapped it once, watching it bounce as my handprint quickly appeared on her soft skin. Then, I yanked her up by her hair, just so I could whisper in her ear.

“Beg me for my cock, c’mon. Beg me to fill this pretty pussy.” I loved how every little thing I did left her whiny and out of breath, not to mention absolutely dripping on my bed. Perhaps she truly wasn’t prepared for all we’d do to her, but I could see now that leaving her completely mad with desire was more than half of the fun.

“Fuck me, Captain! Please! Please, I need your cock. I need it so bad.” The pure, unadulterated need in her voice had me groaning, and I finally stopped stroking myself to push her down again before finally spearing her with my cock. It felt like ages since our fuck in the bathroom, and feeling her tight walls struggle to adjust to my thickness was torture in the best possible way.

“I can’t wait to choke you with my cock later,” I warned as I began fucking her. It didn’t take long for her arms to falter, and she fell head first on the mattress, but I didn’t stop, simply adjusted myself so I’d be laying on top of her.

“You say that like you’ll still want me.” I snorted, biting her in warning. Although I did understand where her insecurity came from, the idea of her being nothing more than a one night stand felt so ludicrous, it was impossible to keep myself from laughing as I secured her arms by her head, slowing my movements but deepening them.

“Darling, I didn’t watch Bucky cum over and over again while screaming your name only to fuck you twice and ignore you the next day. Oh no. This is how you’re going to be now, every single day for the rest of your life: filled by me or Bucky or both of us at the same time. So you better get used to the idea, and soon.”

I rested my chin on her back, softly running my fingers through her hair so I could keep it away from her face before I pulled her back for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. “You’re ours now, sweetheart.”

#my fics #steve rogers smut #smut #steve rogers #steve rogers reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers ff #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers oneshots #steve rogers insert #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers imagines

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windhamsrotunda · 3 years

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Roman Reigns x Y/N {Your Name} - "I Like The Way Your Hand Fits In Mine".

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Y/N

Category: FLUFF, Lots of Cuteness. | Angst!

Summary: After a long day at work, Y/N and Roman go clothes-shopping at Y/N's favorite store and then go home to cuddle.

Warnings: Some Language, | Angst! | FLUFF // Cliffhanger at the end!

Requested by: @tribalhotness 💕

Word Count: 2.7k+

Document 17.docx {WRITTEN IN WORD DOCS}.

1 / 8

Y/N taps her fingers upon her desk, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.

‘’When’s Roman going to come home?’’ She glances over at the clock impatiently. She is stubborn when it came to Roman’s work schedule, she knew he has long and busy work days ahead of him. Sighing, she removes her glasses off of her face and sets them down on the wooden desk, to where she usually does her readings and college essays. Y/N lays her head down on her desk, getting a shut eye as she sleeps in a deep slumber.

*Y/N’s DREAM*

The dream occurred with candles lit up next to the foot of the bed in rows. Roman had come home about late at night. Y/N is waiting by the foot of her bed, the lit-up candles swooshed in the darkness, lighting up the whole room as he walked in.

He dropped his bags down onto the floor, looking to Y/N’s path.

‘’Oh my god, this is amazing, Y/N.’’ He greets with a smile, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend of 5 years. She swoons in his embraced arms, tangling her fingers into his long, Samoan black hair.

‘’I am glad you like it; I did this for us, baby.’’ She smiled softly, as her boyfriend Roman cups her face delicately with one hand, while his other hand was in Y/N’s, he says:

‘’I like how your hand fits into mine.’’

The way Y/N blushes are adorable to Roman, she kisses him on the lips and took him to the side of the bed. Plopping down on the bed next to her boyfriend, she strokes the side of his face.

Daydreaming inside a dream is lucid, although, she kept herself in check and didn’t want to ruin the rest of the surprise. Y/N’s body was comfortable next to Roman’s, her body shifted to face him.

‘’You are my sunshine,’’ She crinkles her nose cutely as her hands falls into his.

‘’My only sunshine,’’ He sang back, surprised that he knew the song.

Receiving a little laugh from Y/N, she looked into his deep, brown chocolate eyes and purses her lips a little. Roman pecks her neck in response from her pursed lips, earning a small and passionate groan from his girlfriend. He hums, scrutinizing her body language. How she sits so perfectly, how the strands of her hair fell delicately on her shoulders, weighing themselves. The exterior of the window a bit crack to get that feeling of life again in the spare bedroom, Y/N says to Roman:

‘’I love the living daylights out of you, Roman. I want to let that sink into your mind and remember I always have your back.’’

He smiles, and kissed her again.

2 / 8

***END OF DREAM***

Y/N woke up, hearing the door handle open to her bedroom, it’s Roman with his luggage in his hands like the dream started out with. She groggily groans, met by her boyfriend, he walks over to the foot of her bed looking at her where she slept on her desk.

‘’Could’ve just slept in your bed,’’ He suggested, giggling a little at the marks on her forehead from resting.

‘’Oh, be quiet.’’ She laughs, getting up and walking over to Roman. There, they sit together on the bed before deciding to go somewhere.

‘’Y/N, what do you want to do?’’

‘’Go clothes-shopping with you,’’ Y/N announced, he crinkles up his nose at the idea, but he didn’t mind at all since it’s supposed to be a fun day for him and her.

‘’Okay! Sure thing, baby girl.’’ He kissed her forehead.

When they got to the mall, Roman held hands with his girlfriend Y/N. Of course, Roman has to dress up in disguise so he wouldn’t get recognized by some crazy fan. He only wants to spend time with his girlfriend and have fun going clothes shopping. Y/N gazes upon the lovely dresses they have displayed, feeling the soft and eye-appealing fabric on the dresses.

‘’I love this one,’’ She points at the dress to Roman that she was admiring. Roman smiled and said:

‘’Why don’t you try it on in the dressing room and let me see how it looks on you?’’

She walks into the dressing room and closed the door behind her. Removing her clothing, she slips on the luxurious black dress, Y/N then zips the backup of the dress and exits the spare dressing room to show Roman. ‘’You look so stunning, love.’’ He smiles softly, his facial expression sweet.

‘’Thank you so much, Ro.’’ She smiles back; her face flushing in red. He takes his hand into her’s again, going up to the cash register. Y/N bought a lot of things, like richened jewelry, her new favorite black dress, some shoes and lots of scrunchies.

‘’Is this all of you, ma’am?’’ The woman at the cash register asks, eyes fixated on Roman.

‘’Yeah,’’ Y/N replies, then realizing the woman at the cash register was googling at her man.

‘’Your total comes up to $77.69,’’ She proclaims, bagging up the clothing and accessories, looking up at Roman every now and then. She never took her eyes off of Roman.

3 / 8

‘’Um, yeah thanks for googling at my man.’’ Y/N said abruptly, pushing the money towards the cash register woman, which causes Roman to giggle a little. ‘’Let’s go, Ro.’’ She takes his hand, and walked away without a trace.

Supposedly, they are in a state of mind of: ‘’staying in Paris’’, to get away from their parents – The idea of cuddling on a stormy, Monday night watching Netflix series of a clique of girls who are cheerleaders, a type of horror flick. It’s Y/N’s favorite types of movies, however, Roman did not mind the cheerleader movies. Suddenly, he had an idea.

‘'Y/N?’’ he announces during the movie.

‘’Yes?’’

He taps his fingers upon her lap, and says:

‘’This is very weird of me to ask, but how about we pause the movie and listen to our favorite songs?’’

She looks at him in direct contact, she grinned.

‘’And dance?’’ She inquires, getting up off the couch.

‘’To slow and reverb songs, of course.’’

{A/N - I am obsessed with slowed and reverb versions of songs I like, so it’s type of an aesthetic mood I go through; Anyway, on with the fic.}

Roman got up off the couch too, and opened his iPhone to play a song by The Neighbourhood, but in slowed version.

‘’This seems familiar,’’

‘’Like 7 years ago familiar.’’ Roman added, running hands through his hair.

Y/N hummed to the beat of the song, then recognizing the ‘’heart beat through the floor beat’’ that she hasn’t listened to in forever ago.

He extends his hand towards her hand, to where they danced slowly under the dimmed lights of the living room. The world stops between the two of them, the echoes through the song seems as if Y/N and Roman are romanticizing it. She lays her head down on Roman’s shoulder while they dance.

***Y/N’s FLASHBACK TO 2014***

4 / 8

Y/N was at the bar with Roman, the first time they met – was magical. The song SWEATER WEATHER played in the background of the bar through the speakers,

‘’Care if I get you a drink?’’ His charming smile was contagious to her, she couldn’t say ‘’no.’’ to the Samoan man, whose face was so sunny. She felt lovesick to the 6’3 guy, feeling like ‘’he could hold both her hands in the holes of her sweater.’’ Afterward, Y/N was out of the bar with the Samoan

‘’Thank you so much for a wonderful night,’’ He smiles, before he turned his back, he remembered to keep in contact with Y/N.

‘’What’s your name?’’ She asks, feeling in love on a Friday night.

‘’My name is Roman, but you can call me Ro.’’ Her cheeks heated up when he wrapped an arm around her waist. The feeling of Roman’s huge arm around her waist was ‘’superior’’, yet ‘’so good.’’ ‘’You alright, baby girl?’'

She snapped out of her thoughts, she looked up at Roman.

‘’Yeah, just stared off into space for a little there---- And my name is Y/N. Y/N L/N.’’

He laughed, ‘’Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Let me take you home.’’

So, they got in Roman’s car together to drive off to Y/N’s house -

‘’What brings you here in Florida?’’ Roman asked Y/N.

‘’Oh, well I am visiting family and I decided to go on vacation. I take care of animals at a local animal shelter – it's called Pet Resort.’’ She replied.

He hummed at her, smiling.

‘’Interesting,’’ he said, his arm still wrapped around her waist as he pulled up to her house. The both of them got out Roman’s car, there, Y/N stumbled a little due to the fact she got a little drunk.

‘’Whew,’’ she said, almost falling on her ass.

‘’Easy there.’’ Roman tried his best not to laugh at his new friend Y/N, but helped her back up on her two feet.

‘’Thank you,’’ She half-drunk slurred, smiled widely at Reigns.

‘’Anytime, baby girl.’’

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5 / 8

‘’Y/N?’’ Roman snapped a finger in front of his girlfriend’s face, to which she got caught daydreaming.

‘’Huh?’’ she shook her head, eyes up at her boyfriend.

‘’What were you daydreaming about...?’’ He asks her in a bit of concern, and stopped the music.

So, she played stupid and abruptly told him:

‘’Nothing, I was just daydreaming about unicorns.’’

‘’Unicorns?’’ Roman’s face is now puzzled, trying to figure out his girlfriend. ‘’Nah, baby girl. You were daydreaming about something else. Come on, tell me the tribal chief the truth.’’ Her cheeks heat up with red, his huge finger now on her tilted jawline.

She shifts her body weight to turn her back, standing in embarrassment, Roman folds his arms across his chest. ‘’You can tell me anything,’’ he says.

‘’Nope.’’ She bravely answered, running away without a sight and headed into her downstairs bedroom to lock the door behind her.

He groaned with frustration in response, basically playing a game of ‘’Tag, You’re It’’ or ‘’Hide and Seek,’’ Roman wasn’t up for the challenge of finding his girlfriend. But he has to get an answer from her one way or the other. He knocked on the door.

‘’Baby girlllll, can’t hide from the chief foreverrrr.’’ He sang in a cocky tone, kicking the door with his foot.

‘’Y/N is not here right now!’’ Y/N yelled, army crawling underneath her bed. That pissed him off, he kicks the door open and walks in to the entrance of her bedroom. Looking everywhere for her, he then sees two feet buried underneath of Y/N’s bed. Roman crouches down to meet her laying on her stomach.

‘’Get the hell out of there, you damn childish woman.’’ She declines his demands, so he has to pull her out by her ankles, receiving a big yelp from his girlfriend.

‘’So uh, I guess you won the game of Hide and Seek?’’ she jokingly says, he rolls his eyes in a reply.

‘’Hide and Seek is for little girls and boys,’’ He pouts, tapping his foot on the wooden flooring of Y/N’s bedroom.

She stands on her tippy toes to kiss her boyfriend, then ran away again.

‘’Oh, my fucking god Y/N! If you don’t tell me what you were daydreaming about, I am leaving.’’ He threatens, feeling like he’s being toyed with.

6 / 8

She stops in her tracks, and walks calmly back to her boyfriend. Y/N pushes her glasses up at the bridge of her nose, and says:

‘’Fine, so be it since you want to be Mr. Badass.’’ She utters, staring at the tempered Samoan Man.

She turns her back, making a great mistake. He turns her around without any warning and hoists her up. ‘’Ahh! Let me go!’’ she yells.

‘’No ma’am.’’ He growls, carrying her body weight on his broad shoulders. He then sets her down on her couch. ‘’Are you going to tell me?’’ Elbows pressed down on the arm of the couch, with hands resting in his cheeks as he stared at his girlfriend Y/N in deep consideration.

‘’Fine!’’ she chokes out, ‘’I will tell you! It was a 7 year ago memory, from where we first met and I fell drunk on my ass that night, you literally had to carry me inside my house.’’ Y/N’s embarrassed, now the tribal chief had gotten her attention, her strand of hair fell down on her face. She continued:

‘’The song that was playing was our favorite song, Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. How it was so nice of you to carry me in the house like that, with your strong ass self.’’ Smiling weakly, her breathing got shallow like cold ocean waves hitting against human’s flesh.

He looks at his girlfriend, about to cry. ‘’No, don’t cry---’’

She cuts him off with a firm: ‘’You’re not the Roman I’ve met!’’ and left the room.

Leaving the head of the table stunned, he slams his fist down on the arm of the couch, shouting: ‘’DAMN Y/N! THEN AFTER ALL OF THIS TIME, WHAT WAS I TO YOU!?’’

Memories flashed before Roman’s eyes, 2-3 years ago from him telling his girl Y/N about his leukemia coming back, telling the whole world who was in the audience that day and watching at home -

‘’I am sorry.’’ He plops himself down on the couch, hands folded into his lap and bowed his head down. Closing his eyes, he pictured better days with Y/N. Attempting not to cry, he gives a deep exhale of frustration and hurt inside of his gut. Rubbing his head, he lays his body down on the couch. Tapping his foot at the end of the arm of the couch, his mind’s scattered like papers scattered on a desk after studying. You know how your brain hurts right after studying and taking time-management on for college? You know that feeling deep down inside for when you give it your all for your fans, your girlfriend, your friends and family? Me too. I’ve been there before.

The soft guitar strings play in the back of Roman’s mind; his eyes sewn shut, trying not to remember the gut-wrenching feeling he gave Y/N. He has to apologize somehow.

7 / 8

Hours of sleep wasted away, his heart pounded hard in his chest, waking up to Y/N sitting on the arm of the couch, she looked at him.

‘’You’re just not the Roman I’ve met.’’ She muttered quietly, fumbling with her pockets, unsure of to forgive Roman or not.

‘’Sweetheart...’’ He fights back piles of tears starting to form in his chocolate brown eyes, trying not to get worked up over the ‘’You’re not the same person I’ve met 7 years ago.’’ comment.

She takes an inhale of oxygen, then exhales. Attempting to stay content, her body sent shivers down her spine coldly. Getting up, she gives a glance at Roman burying his hands in his face. She never saw him cry like this, ever before in the past 7 years. Of course, it was small cries, or a good 30 second cry.

Walking over to the presence of Roman, Y/N hugged him tight into an unforgettable embrace. They sat there, hugging each other for about 10 minutes.

‘’I never want to lose you,’’ she whispers, stroking the Samoan's long black strands of hair.

‘’You won’t lose me, trust me.’’ He mumbles, wiping his tears away with his black tank top.

Her eyes grow with trust, meaning she trusted in what Roman was telling her – that she would NEVER lose him. And he would never lose her. She knows deep inside of her everything Roman told her was true, the usual ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You look beautiful today’’ was the reason why Y/N had stayed alive. This is not a cliffhanging ending, nor a bad ending – it is a happy ending between the two of them.

‘’Y/N?’’ he turned his attention to Y/N, who was blubbering.

‘’Y-Yes, Roman?’’

He stops what he is saying, and places his hands into his girlfriends’ of 5 years.

‘’Will you marry me?’’ He proclaims aloud, shaking his head yes in all smiles at the reaction of Y/N, the words that came out of her mouth are: ‘’I say yes!’’ She cries in joy, hugging her newlywed fiancé tightly. Roman Reigns isn’t always your cocky heel character, but he sure knew how to make things better.

‘’I love you, Y/N Anoa’i.’’

‘’I love you too, Roman.’’

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