#i would definitely suggest giving it a watch i think i am ...... THINKING and crying a bit of course
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Puppy
Request from anon:
hiiiii, first I wanna say that I enjoy reading your works, they're wonderful. <3
Now, I've seen you post about wanting Lockwood requests and I might have an idea. Lockwood and reader are in long-term relationship (they know each other since childhood, the reader is talentless but Lockwood comes to her when he need to relax/help with a plan/whatever), and no-one knows about the relationship besides them. And after some rough case when kipss crew had to help out, Lockwood and co and kipss crew are drinking in a bar to ease up (the reader works in the bar as part-time job) and in the drunken state Lockwood is even more confident than normally so someone makes a bet with him that he won be able to get a kiss out of the bartender (the reader) by the end of the night... I don't really know what after but maybe you'll be able to find a fluffy/funny ending to it?
I hope I'm making sense.
Have a nice day! :)))
First of all, thank you for the love anon, and I hope you have a nice day too!! <3
Second, I am completely in love with this idea (it's totally something Lockwood would do let's face it) and I had so much fun writing this!!!
Hopefully this lives up to expectations my lovely <3
Word count: 3.5k
Warnings: descriptions of injury, fight scenes (with dead people), swearing, suggestive comments, drunken activities (mostly Lockwood), everybody is over 18 so they can legally drink in the pub
Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @karensirkobabes, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @wandamaximoffbae, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife
As always, if you'd like to be added to/removed from the tag list, let me know here <3
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Lockwood was tired.
He'd barely slept the night before, despite not having a case, and he'd barely eaten the whole day. It was nearing 7pm now, the sun having set over an hour ago and leaving the city in almost darkness. There would be no sleeping tonight, either, since he and his company had to tackle a Type One in an old lady's house. All Lockwood really wanted was to see her, and have her tell him stories about her day until he fell asleep in her arms, but he couldn't do that right now. Hopefully this would be done quickly, this job, so that he could get to hers before she went to sleep.
Lockwood and Co had been in the kitchen of Mrs Lovey's house for a while now, cups of tea left empty on the counter and the packet of biscuits finished off. Initial readings had been low, giving Lockwood hope that they really would be done quickly, and they'd made note of the likely places for the Source.
"Lockwood? You're staring into space again. You alright?"
He blinked back into reality, pulling himself out of his thoughts of warm rooms and soft kisses.
"Huh? Oh, right. Yeah, I'm alright. Just surprised this Visitor hasn't turned up yet." He checked his watch. "Time for another reading in the living room?"
George nodded. "I'll go first."
The three of them headed in, rapiers at the ready.
"One degree. And a feeling of unease. It's definitely getting close to being here."
"Never mind close, I can see it," Lockwood whispered, taking up a defensive position.
"Yeah, I can hear it, too. Sounds like someone crying. I don't think this is a Type One either," Lucy added, and Lockwood couldn't help but agree.
"Any murders or anything happen here, George?"
"Not that I'm aware of, and I researched for days for this one. Didn't find anything out of the ordinary."
"Male or female, Luce? The voice."
"Uh, hang on, shut up a minute." She closed her eyes, focusing her efforts on Listening. "Male. Definitely. Sounds older, and like he's got some sort of trauma."
"Right. George, you figure out where the Source is. Lucy and I will watch it, make sure it doesn't go for you. Can either of you see it yet?"
"Not really. There's a sort of shiny mist over by that armchair, though," George said, pointing in the direction of the ratty old seat.
"Yeah, okay. That's where it is. Lucy?"
"Same as George. Getting stronger though. Maybe the chair is the Source?"
"Could be. George?"
"You're sure you've got my back, yeah? Because I really can't see it that well right now and I'd rather not die tonight."
"We're sure. Go on, have a poke around."
George did so, hesitantly getting closer to the chair and holding the scanner up. "Yeah, the Source is here somewhere." He prodded the side, and Lockwood saw Lucy flinch.
"It didn't like that at all. God, that was awful. Wait, George, don't-"
She slammed her hands over her ears, trying to block out the scream that even Lockwood could hear now.
"George, get the net," he cried out, rapier moving swiftly as the Visitor grew brighter and aimed for the head of the company.
"Incredibly clear visual, Lockwood! Lucy was right, it's definitely a Type Two!"
"GET THE NET, GEORGE!"
Lockwood had been backed into a corner, arm starting to ache from the continuous motion of the rapier holding off the ghost in front of him. Lucy had recovered (just about), and was picking up her rapier to help him. Sensing a second opponent, the ghost turned, and targeted Lockwood's coworker. The two of them spent the next few minutes sending the Visitor between them while George repeatedly chucked the net over various parts of the chair, expression growing more frantic each time.
"George, what's going on?!" Lucy shouted.
"It's not working! I don't think the chair is the Source! Or if it is, it's inside the chair!"
"Then get searching! Rip the whole bloody thing apart if you have to! But get on with it!" Lockwood gritted his teeth, fighting off the cold unease he felt flooding through his body. He thought of her, and her smile, and her laugh, and pushed back twice as hard against the Visitor. At some point he'd injured himself, the cut on his upper left arm bleeding slightly, but he couldn't think about that until the ghost was dealt with.
"GOT IT!" George shouted, voice triumphant. He slung the net around the object he'd found, and all at once the living room went silent apart from the heavy breaths of the three agents. The ghost disappeared, and the temperature started rising. George sat back on his knees and held the swaddled object up, bits of foam stuffing caught in his curls. "Knife, it's got blood on it. I'd wager she killed her husband. There was a cut already made in the back, made it easier to find." He looked vaguely manic, what with his wide grin and foam-covered hair, but Lockwood couldn't deny his gratitude for his weird friend.
"I reckon we need to have a chat with DEPRAC, then. Mrs. Lovey clearly doesn't live up to her name," he replied, smile matching George's.
~~~
Half an hour later, Lockwood was on his way to hers. He'd left George and Lucy in the taxi, telling them he had something to sort out and he'd be back later, and to not wait up for him, and had caught his own cab to his destination.
He dragged himself up the front steps, knocking on the front door, and couldn't help the smile that appeared when it swung open to reveal his girlfriend.
"Jesus Christ, you look like shit."
"Charming as ever, love. Can I come in?"
Y/n stepped to the side, giving him a peck on the lips as he went past. "Shoes off, then up to my room. I'll be there in a sec. Gimme your coat, I'll hang it up for you."
He pulled himself up to her room, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake her siblings, and collapsed on her bed.
"Look at you. You're like a puppy, all cute and cuddly."
He lifted his head as Y/n walked in, closing the door behind her with a soft click as she balanced a tray in her hands.
"Jacket off. And shirt."
"If you wanted me naked you could have just said so, darling." He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, revelling in her blush.
"Shut up and strip, Anthony," she mumbled.
He complied, smirk turning into smile as he saw the medical supplies on the tray, right next to a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits.
"What even happened?"
"Honestly? No clue. Type One turned out to be a Type Two murder victim though, so that was fun."
"You know, there are times I wish I had Talent. Then you come here looking like this and saying things like that and I wonder why I ever wanted it in the first place. Easy on the shirt, I think it's stuck." He'd winced trying to peel the fabric away from the wound, and Y/n immediately replaced his fingers with hers, touch gentle as she attempted to prise his shirt off. Sucking in air through her teeth as she got it off, Lockwood knew it was bad. It had been a dull throb the whole time he'd been travelling over, too exhausted to think about it more, but now that he had nothing else to think about the pain sharpened.
"This is gonna hurt, okay? I'm just gonna sterilise it, so try not to move. Three, two..." He waited for one, but before she got there, Y/n had placed the cotton wool on his arm, dabbing the alcohol on the wound. He gritted his teeth, asking her about her day. She spoke while she worked, cleaning it out and covering it in protective wrapping. Her voice distracted him, letting him lose himself in her words, and she was done before he knew it, pouring a cup of tea and offering it out to him. "Put this on," she said, passing over an old shirt of his that he left at hers specifically for times like this.
"Do you really want me to?"
"No, but if it means that when my parents inevitably walk in they don't kick you out forever, I'll live with it." He laughed slightly, placing the tea down and pulling the top on, careful not to disturb his wound.
"You know you don't have to do that, right? I'm perfectly capable of looking after my own injuries."
"I know," she shrugged, sitting down next to him on the bed. "But I don't mind. Just another excuse to be close to you, I guess."
"You don't need an excuse for that, love. You know I'll happily give you anything you like."
"Anything?"
He nodded.
"Alright," she said, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips, breaking away when their smiles got too wide.
"I thought you were going to make me dance naked in the street or something." Her eyes went wide as she took in his words.
"Oh my god, I am totally making you do that sometime."
He groaned, unable to fight the smile on his face as she peppered his cheeks with kisses, finally pressing one to his mouth.
"Remind me why I love you?"
"Because I'm amazing, and the most incredible person ever?"
He chuckled, kissing her again. "Yeah. You are."
~~~
"Where the hell have you been, Tony? We've been waiting for you!"
"Just had some last minute things to sort out, don't get your knickers in a twist, Kipps. Oh, thanks Luce," he said, smiling at the girl as she handed him a flask of tea. He'd actually been at Y/n's, spending time with her before her shift at the pub. He'd almost been late, her parents wanting him to stay for dinner (he had politely declined, reminding them that he had a job to go to as well as their daughter), and her younger siblings wanting him to play with them. Lockwood and Y/n's parents had been friends since before either of them were born, at one point the two families living next to each other on Portland Row, and it was only the arrival of the fourth baby five years ago that had made the L/n family move. It had only been natural that Anthony and Y/n started dating, having been childhood friends, and her parents were delighted at the pairing. Unfortunately that now meant that they wanted him to spend every spare minute at their house, which more often than not made him slightly late for work.
"I'm not wearing knickers," the older boy muttered indignantly, clearly unable to come up with a good enough retort.
"Oh, are these the files? Thanks George."
"Wait, have you not even read these?" Kipps said, eyebrows rising.
"Of course I have, just not the whole compiled thing. I'm not stupid." Kipps scoffed at that.
"Yeah, sure you're not, Tony. C'mon. Hurry up and read, we're late because of you and we need to set everything up before it gets dark."
~~~
Three hours later, the two teams were close to death.
Both in the sense that they were run ragged, energy severely depleted and bodies aching, and also in that they were completely surrounded by ghosts, Type Ones and Types Twos blocking every exit. The report had said that there were only meant to be two Spectres in the whole abandoned department store, but before it had even been properly dark Lucy had heard voices crying out and shouting, and Lockwood had seen death glows so bright he'd needed his sunglasses.
"Tony, what the hell are you doing?!"
He was taking a break, eyes aching from the brightness surrounding them and arm protesting the weight of his rapier. He scanned the area, sure that Lucy would have his back for a moment, and spotted something through a gap in the Visitors.
"Lucy?"
"What?!"
"I need you to not kill me and cover me with flares."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to run through the ghosts."
"You're WHAT?!"
"What? What's he saying?" Kipps was trying to get closer to them, rapier cutting arcs into the air and not giving him much headway.
"You're impossible, you know that?" Lucy glared at him, grabbing some flares from her belt.
"Yep. Ready?" She threw, the magnesium creating a break in the swarm of ghosts large enough for Lockwood to cut through. He made it to the other side (although a near miss from a badly aimed flare made him think that Lucy was trying to hit him and not the Visitors), trying to block out the sounds of his team mates yelling as they fought swathes of the undead. He ducked under a chair that a poltergeist had thrown, dodging the knives hurled afterwards. Skidding to a halt in front of a large iron box filled with objects, the lid hanging open, Lockwood slammed it shut, throwing a net over the top for good measure and securing the edges. Within seconds the majority of the Visitors disappeared. A few still remained, including the two poltergeists, but the number was much better.
The two teams spent the next thirty minutes finding the various Sources of the remaining ghosts, all the while trying to not get hit by the items the poltergeists were throwing, and by the end of it when Kipps suggested going to the pub, nobody disagreed.
~~~
Lockwood and Co were in the taxi on their way to the pub when George piped up.
"Why'd you agree to going to the pub with Kipps? I would have thought you'd rather eat your own foot than spend more time with him."
"I need a drink, and he said he'd buy the first round. If it's free, I'll take it. I don't really care who's buying it, even if it's Kipps."
They clambered out the taxi, Lockwood paying the driver and jogging to catch up with the other two just as they entered the pub. Spotting Kipps' team already sat down, the three of them headed over, taking seats and giving their order to the older agent. Lockwood looked around, certain he recognised the building but unsure why, when his gaze caught on the girl behind the bar.
Ah.
Of course the pub Kipps picked was the one that Y/n worked at. Lockwood had been here before, which is why he thought it was familiar, but nobody knew about his relationship with the bartender. Kipps came back with the drinks then, one of the other servers following with the rest and asking for ID. Taking his first sip, Lockwood felt himself relax a little more, happy to not be going anywhere for a while after the gruelling job earlier.
~~~
"You," Lucy pointed at him, "are so drunk right now."
"Seriously, you cannot hold your alcohol, can you Tony?"
"Don't call me Tony, you prick." It was true that Lockwood was a lightweight, and he knew it, but he grumbled about the accusation anyway. Kipps only laughed, not doing much better than his rival in terms of handling alcohol, and took another swig of his beer.
"You're probably rubbish at picking up girls, too. Y'know, you're probably rubbish at every normal guy thing."
"Shut up, I can so pick up girls." He wasn't going to let Kipps tell him he was bad at anything.
"Oh really?"
"Yep. Amazing at it."
"Bet you can't get a kiss out the bartender though."
"Which one," he said, hoping Kipps would pick the right one.
"The one in the blue top, about your age. In fact, I am so confident you'll be shit at this, I'll bet ten quid you can't do it."
"Oh you're on," Lockwood said, knowing already he'd win the bet. Kipps had unknowingly picked Lockwood's girlfriend, and this would be the easiest ten pounds of his life.
"I'll bet a tenner too. I'm looking forward to watching you fail dramatically," Kat Godwin added, smirk on her face. Bobby placed his own bet, and soon enough there was fifty quid on the line, with George and Lucy agreeing with Kipps.
"Off you go, Lockwood," Lucy smiled, giving him a pat on the back. "Try not to traumatise the poor girl."
"Oh, just you all wait," he slurred, pointing a finger at them. "This is gonna be easyyyy." He headed for the bar, confidence filling him and giving him the ability to walk a lot straighter than he would otherwise have. He leaned forward on the wooden surface, fingers drumming against it. "Heyyy," he said, smiling up at his girlfriend as he slid (unsuccessfully) onto a stool.
"Hi... you okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm great, and you," he wagged his finger at her, pausing for effect, "are gorgeous." He winked, and she suppressed a laugh, making him pout. "Why're you laughing? It's true!"
"Ant, honey, you are very drunk right now. Please go home," she said, pressing a hand to her mouth to stop the giggles bursting out.
"But I can't go home," he said, suddenly very serious.
"Oh really? Why's that?"
"Because I need a kiss if I'm gonna go home." He puckered up immediately, leaning forward over the bar and closing his eyes.
"Oh my god, Anthony, stop it!"
"Aw, do you not wanna kiss me?" He pouted again, and Y/n couldn't stop her laughter anymore. Lockwood sat back, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. "Well, I'm not going away until I get a kiss from the prettiest bartender person lady that I've ever seen, so you'll have to get used to me being here."
"Okay, alright! Lemme serve this customer, yeah?" She turned away, leaving Lockwood to stew in his seat at her lack of kisses. Waiting for her to come back to him felt like an eternity, and when she came around the bar to stand next to him, he perked up, half launching himself at her. "Woah! Hold on, Ant! Jesus!" He was still sat on the stool, Y/n being only slightly taller than him despite being stood up, and he pulled her between his legs, arms wrapping around her waist. "Wait, what about your friends? I thought they didn't know?"
"Don't care, jus' wanna kiss you. There's a share of fifty pounds in it for you," he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows like he had a few weeks ago when she'd patched him up.
"Oh wow, you really love me, huh? Kissing me for money?" she asked sarcastically, but her eyes were warm. He nodded, dopey look on his face.
"Please? 'Cause Kipps said I can't pick up girls, and he bet money that I couldn't get a kiss out of you, and then the others bet money too, and mostly I wanna prove him wrong, but also I want the money so I can take you on the most amazing date in your life and get you ice cream."
"You are such a golden retriever puppy of a boyfriend, aren't you? Come here." She took his face in her hands, placing a few soft kisses on his mouth. His arms tightened around her waist, holding her closer to him, and Y/n had to brace a hand on the bar so that she didn't fall over from the awkward angle. When she pulled back, he chased her lips for a moment, opening his eyes slowly. His gaze was full of love, and he had a gentle smile on his face.
"I love you, Y/n/n."
"Love you too, Ant. Now get your fifty pounds and drink some water."
"Ugh, but water's boringgg," he complained, frown forming on his face. Y/n chuckled, kissing the crease between his eyebrows.
"I'll give you more than kisses when you come over on Saturday if you sober up." Lockwood stopped frowning immediately, and Y/n could practically feel the happiness radiating off of him.
"Where's the water?"
~~~
"Shit, how'd you do that, Tony?"
Lockwood shrugged. "I'm just really good at picking up girls."
"Sure, is that vodka?"
"Nope, water."
"Why have you got that?" Kipps wrinkled his nose, handing over his portion of Lockwood's winnings.
"Because she told me to drink it," he said, sipping the liquid through the straw he'd asked for (it made drinking boring things more fun, he'd told Y/n).
"Uh... okay?"
"Yeah. I feel like- hang on, Lucy, where's your tenner? Thanks. I feel like it's a little bit unfair, the bet, 'cause she is actually my girlfriend, but- no, you can't take the money back! You made a bet! No take-backs! But thanks anyway."
"So you can't pick up girls!" Kipps shouted, thinking he'd finally found something Anthony Lockwood couldn't do.
"Well technically I can, 'cause I had to pick her up in the first place to get her to be my girlfriend, and also she's not that heavy, so I can definitely pick her up if she doesn't wriggle too much. I know 'cause I've done it before."
Kipps groaned. "Wait... she just told you to drink water, so you are?"
"Yep. She's very persuasive. Basically said that if I drink it all then when I go to her house on Saturday we're gonna have sex," he said casually.
Everybody around the table choked on their drinks.
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dbf! hal jordan needed!!!💖
— 𝐃𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 !! 🧪
hal jordan x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… porn with plot. smut. age gap. dbf! hal. fingering, blowjob, dirty talk, pet names “doll”, p in v.
𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞… as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞… This is definitely my favorite request ever. I NEED MORE REQUESTS ABOUT HAL 🙏🏻🙏🏻. I hope you like this <3
For as long as you can remember, Hal Jordan has been your father’s best friend. The friend who occasionally ate lunch at your house, and the friend you were never supposed to be attracted to.
And in the darkness of his apartment, when the two of you were alone in his room, you realized it was a complete mistake to get involved with him. But as bad as it was, you couldn't stop looking for him.
He was in front of you, but you weren't watching him because your mouth was busy doing other things. Specifically, your tongue surrounded every inch of his erect cock, staining your mouth with his wet essence.
At the same time, he held your hair to guide your movements. But when his size started to suffocate you, that was the moment when you started to cry because you couldn't stand it.
— Come on, doll. I thought you could handle it.
He smirked as he pulled your mouth away from his cock to admire your smeared face. He even reached out to wipe some of his cum off your chin with his thumb, only to put it back in your mouth later and have you lick it all off.
— Did you swallow it all like I taught you?
Tears soaked your cheeks, but you nodded as best you could.
You were then roughly thrown onto the bedspread. He positioned himself against you, pressing your body against the mattress. His mouth threatened to touch somewhere on your naked body, but the touch of his lips was the least you could feel, so you began to feel more anxious than usual.
— You want this, don't you, doll? Look at you, crying like a slut just for a few caresses. — He whispered in your ear.
— Please…
— That's all you can say? What's wrong with you? Has sucking my dick made you stupid?
You began to breathe heavily as you felt him begin to move down your body. With one hand, he outlined your bare thighs with the suggestive intention of opening them until he could reveal what was hidden between them.
— Shh, stop crying. I'll give you what you want.
His warm hand traced the wet outline of your pussy, the simple touch it was enough to make you feel more and more sensitive. Then you felt his long fingers sloshing through the wetness of your pussy, moving up and down until they finally met the all-important main thing. His fingers had the eagerness to close by squeezing your swollen clit between them. And so the terribly pleasurable sensation was not long in coming, nor were your moans.
— Hal…
That was the name you moaned over and over again. And as bad as what you were doing was, it felt incredibly good.
— I know, I know. — He comforted you. — Do you know how easy it is to make you beg for just two of my fingers? I'll do this as many times as I want.
One of his fingers slipped inside your hole. It was wet and tight, but still, it began to swallow Hal's fingers completely. He was able to stretch them until he found the key spot inside you and began to touch it, causing your back to arch and soon, the mixture of stimulation brought you closer to cumming.
You couldn't even think clearly when you reached the point where his hand would end up stained all over your orgasm, but as soon as you regained consciousness, you looked into the man's eyes and witnessed an obscene act as he enticed you to suck his fingers.
— Clean up your mess, doll. — He commanded and then proceeded to stick his fingers in your mouth and finally be completely cleaned of your essence thanks to your tongue. — That's right, good girl. Your daddy would be so proud, look how obedient you are.
Not long after, you found yourself face down, with your head buried in the pillow and your ass in a position that would make it easy for Hal to fuck you comfortably as he pleased. The sound of sighs, moans and your skins colliding was all that could be heard in every corner of the room.
You could feel it. You could feel it stretching you and taking every bit of you. The pleasurable sensation that filled your body was impossible to define or explain. The movements were precise, hitting the same sensitive spot where he had touched you before. You could feel the satisfaction so deep in your belly that deep down you were begging for it to never end.
— Believe me… when I met you, from the first day, I wished I had you like this. It's funny, really, your daddy can't even imagine how slutty you are and how well you take me every night.
#dc comics#dc universe#green lantern#green lanter corps#hal jordan smut#hal jordan#hal jordan x reader#hal jordan x fem!reader#dc comics smut#dc comics x reader
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Can we get revenge on sukuna or just make him regret it🥲🙏
I Am No Longer Yours (part 2)
Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Part 1
My Masterlist -> Masterlist
You ask and you shall receive!
This is a two-part series. A link for part one is above. I would suggest reading that before you continue here, thank you!
Synopsis- You had finally come to the realization that Sukuna would never truly love you. You were over him, but now, he wasn't over you.
Warnings- Cussing, mention of sex
Pronouns- she/her the reader is female
Word count- 1,153
Content- mentions of oral sex and penetration
The passage of time can heal the deepest of wounds, but if the wound is not properly healed, it can make the cut deeper.
It has been 3 months...
Exactly three months since you were left lying on your bed, naked, crying and alone. Your heart had been ripped out and stomped on from the man you truly longed for.
Since then, you had convinced yourself to move on.
To completely forget about him and all the memories you shared.
It wasn't easy, seeing as though you had to see his human vessel, Yuji Itadori every day.
Sukuna's painful resemblance to Yuji was a hard pill to swallow. The only difference being Sukuana's strange black markings.
But, eventually, with the passage of time, you did get over it, the pill becoming easier to swallow with just a little water.
Finding different people and substances to take your mind off the pain truly did suffice. Each time you had slept with a different man, it became a little easier. And each time, Sukuna strayed further and further from your mind, until he was nothing but a distant memory.
A memory that no longer held any importance to you.
People say that time can heal the deepest of wounds, and for you, that rang true.
But for Sukuna, he couldn't say the same.
While the days have been short and peaceful for you, they have been truly grueling and agonizing for him.
Each passing day led Sukuna more astray. He was losing his mind, and it didn't help that most days all he could do was sit on his throne, watching Yuji go about his day.
Watching Yuji interact so causally with you.
His thoughts began to eat at him, rotting his brain until there was only one thing remaining.
The only thought he had that was of any importance to him was of you.
Ever since that grim night three months back, you had slithered your way into his thoughts, consuming his entire being like a parasite.
All he could think about was you.
All his thoughts were of your naked body.
Your body exposed to him and him alone.
Only available for his viewing pleasure.
His thoughts kept returning to the pretty sounds you would make while he ruts his cock deep into your cunt. Those lovely cries and sobs as he would eat your dripping wet pussy, licking every last drop as though it was his final meal. Those choked moans that would escape your mouth as you took every inch of his thick cock.
Oh, how your legs would shake when you were on the verge of cumming, and how you fit him so well.
Moreover, all he could think about was the crestfallen look that was rested upon your face as he slapped you and told you how much of a useless human you were.
Sukuna couldn't deny it any longer, despite his constant inner battle telling him his feelings of compassion and infatuation were nothing but the feeling of lust.
He missed you, and he was starving without you. You were the only meal that could feed his insatiable hunger.
Three long months without getting to feel you, to taste you, to ravage you.
Three long months simply not being in your presence.
Sure, you hung with Yuji all the time, but it wasn't the same.
It wasn't good enough for him.
Every time he got the chance to control the body, you would turn the other cheek. You wouldn't even give him a second glance as you strutted away with your head held high, which bothered him to no end.
You had taken a liking to Gojo too. You spent way more time with him, and Sukuna definitely suspected a platonic fucking happening between the two of you.
In fact, almost every Jujutsu sorcerer in Tokyo Metropolitan Tech. knew about you and Gojo canoodling.
The screams emitting from his room at 12 a.m., and the banging sounds from his headboard hitting the wall says enough.
The fact he couldn't do anything about Gojo drove him to his wits ends.
Which leaves you here, back where it all started three months ago...
You were pressed against the wall with Sukuna's hands pinned on both sides of you, rendering you unable to move. His knee was placed in between your legs for extra measures. Your dorm door was shut and locked, which meant Sukuna was surely to catch you if you tried to leave.
You couldn't fight him; he was stronger by 10-fold.
So, all you could do was bare your teeth and wait for this to be over.
"Why have you been acting like a bitch you worthless worm!"
"Geez Sukuna, I don't know. Maybe it's because you're a total self-centered dick who only cares about himself!"
Your faces were so close you could feel his breath on your face. His intense stare alone would have been able to make a grown man back down.
But not you. You stood your ground, not giving him the satisfaction of winning.
You were done letting him win. He would have no control over you anymore!
"I'm a curse princess. I take what I want, and I want you, so get on your damn knees!"
You grabbed Sukuna's shoulders and kneed him in the groin.
"No, I will never bow down to you again! I am done being your plaything!" Your voice echoed throughout the room. A single tear slipped past your eye, but you weren't sad. That tear was not from sadness.
More so, it was a tear of anger, relief, and freedom.
Sukuna faltered a bit, but your attempts to remove him were not enough. His head snapped back towards you; his rage-induced eyes said it all. Before he could make his move, there was a faint knock at the door, which froze both of you in your places.
"Is everything all right in there."
It was Gojo's voice.
"Gojo come in!" you yelled.
The door being locked posed no problem for the white-haired sorcerer. He was easily able to gain access. Once he was in, his eyes wandered the room in confusion, his brow lifting every so slightly.
Yuji was lying on your bed, while you stood awkwardly at the foot, giving him a small wave. Gojo hummed before turning on his heel and walking out. You could hear him mumbling down the hall about how disgusting the two of you were.
Unbeknownst to him, that was not what had happened. But Gojo didn't need to know that. In fact, if you were to tell him what had actually occurred, it would no doubt boost his ego higher than it already was, and nobody wants that.
No one.
So, deciding to claim your victory today, you let Yuji be as you walked out of your room.
You had won the battle and that's all that matters.
It was a small price to pay for the rumors of you and Yuji that would circulate around the school.
#jjk fanfic#jjk x y/n#jujutsu sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#sukuna x reader#ryomen x reader#jujutsu kaisen ryomen#jjk ryomen#fanfic
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So sorry for enabling the Shane brainrot (if not encouraging it), but I can't be the only one who wonders what would have happened if the farmer was there when he woke up in the hospital after the six heart event, especially if they were already dating
Finally getting around to answering more asks! I get so sad every time I watch that cutscene 🥺
This one’s gonna be below the cut just because it’s hella long and there’s suicidal themes in it and I don’t wanna accidentally trigger anyone
Aftermath of Shane’s six heart scene with the farmer
“The choice is yours, just know that I’m here for you” is the last thing Shane remembers hearing before he had blacked out completely
You had brought him to Harvey’s office, practically taking the door off it’s hinges to get the doctors attention
Harvey had you wait in the waiting room anxiously while he pumped Shane’s stomach and gave him an iv of fluids and meds
“I’ve pumped his stomach and rehydrated him, I’m going to keep him over night for observation, frankly I’m more worried about his mental health then physical but I’ll have to wait until he’s awake to asses that. I suggest you go home and get some rest”
You do not go home to rest, instead you take a seat in a chair beside your boyfriend, holding one of his hands and gently brushing your thumb over the top of his hand
You spent the better portion of the night sobbing about your boyfriend trying to kill himself, having eventually cried yourself to sleep head on his stomach, Harvey had draped a blanket over your shoulders
Soon came the morning, or rather dawn because Shane woke up around five am
“My fucking head, Yoba I overdid it”
Definitely took a moment to recognize his surroundings, and the comforting weight on his stomach
He looks down at you, sleeping peacefully on him, face stained with tears and he can feel his heart squeezing
You wake up to him staring down at you, it would be creepy if you weren’t endlessly glad he was alive
Throwing your arms around his neck you give him the tightest hug he’s probably ever gotten, borderline suffocating him
“Don’t you ever do that again! Do you know how worried I’ve been? You could have died Shane! You almost did! What am I suppose to do if I lose you? I love you! What were you thinking?”
Mans getting an earful but all he can focus on is that you love him, this is the first time you’ve said it, the first time either of you had said it
“You….you love me?”
He’s in disbelief that even after all the shit he’s put you through, after how mean he was in the beginning that you would still love him
That you would still see him as someone worthy of loving, worth spending time with, someone worthy of living a life of happiness
“Of course I love you! Your one of the best things to ever happen to me”
He’s speechless almost, he never thought that someone as amazing as you could love him
“I….I love you too”
He’s on the verge of crying currently, you are full on sobbing
He’s gently holding your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumb while he presses his forehead against yours
“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have worried you like that, i just-“
You cut him off with a kiss
“Listen Shane, you don’t have to explain yourself right now, im just glad your still here”
“That bad huh? I don’t even remember”
You press another kiss against his lips just has Harvey walks in to check on him
Neither of you notice the doctor at first until he coughed to announce his presence
Your both very red faced as you pull apart to listen to the doctor
#stardew fanfic#stardew valley#stardew farmer#stardew x reader#stardew headcanon#stardew marriage#stardew shane#Stardew angst
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Make Shin Suffer for 35 Minutes!
Full disclosure: I like Guide. He is a good actor, but I like him aesthetically because he is beauty and grace, and I am desperately in love with his face, so my thoughts on Bake Me Please have always been biased meaning . . .
I loved the Bake Me Please special episode!
Shin is still a Black Brooder and a jerk.
And Guy is still fine and the obvious better choice.
But Shin is very much in love with his Blue Boy Peach and has started incorporating Peach's color into his wardrobe.
However, on the day he is finally able to see Peach due to Peach's busy schedule, our Black Brooder decides to wear pink! Because he is very much in love with Peach, and Peach picked this shirt for him.
But Blue Boy Peach doesn't give one eff and tells Shin to change back into his normal black then abruptly leaves.
Shin is worried Peach no longer loves him, but Atom assures Shin that Peach is very much in love with him, so much in fact that it makes Atom sick to his stomach.
But the entire friend group does suggest that perhaps Shin's boring ass personality is to blame for Peach's distance since Shin tends to bore them to death every single damn day.
So Shin sits on that honest truth, and with some convincing from his friends, he decides to surprise Peach.
He asks Peach if he is doing something on the 17th, which happens to be Shin's birthday, and Peach replies that day is a very important day.
Now, Shin is all kinds of excited as he bakes a Torta Caprese highlighted by the blue background for his Blue Boy.
But Peach doesn't show up claiming to be somewhere else celebrating someone else since Shin said he didn't want to do anything for his birthday, so we flashback to the boys asking what Peach wants to give Shin for his birthday, and he states he wants to sleep with Shin.
The entire table is shooketh by this way-too-much-information truth!
But what Peach means is he wants to sleep with Shin every night in their bed in their home as in he wants to move in with Shin. Once Atom fully recovers from the scary thought of someone wanting to have sex with Shin, he immediately questions his friend's sanity by reminding him that Shin is, well, Shin, and who the hell would want to willingly live with Shin? (remember that his brother had a crush on Shin, so Atom is definitely holding grudges, and I love it)
Then, Atom proceeds to list all of Shin's shitty quality WITH supporting examples.
And tries one more time to help his friend see the light before he ends up married to this man with a mortgage, a kid, and a dog named Ruffles. *shudders at the thought*
But Peach is Peach and double downs on his BIG feelings for Shin, so the guys decide to help Peach be less weak for that jerk and devise a plan to make Shin suffer for reasons that I think are totally valid since they just want to see Shin in pain which who wouldn't?, but they do this under the guise of forcing Shin to see how much he wants Peach around.
But the problem is Peach is ready to cave the second Shin texts him.
The guys know how to handle this and take Peach's phone away and threaten him to stay strong so they can all reap the benefits of watching Shin possibly cry.
It's a constant battle, but the boys remain steadfast in their goal of making Shin pay for all the shit he put them (AND ME) through for six episodes.
But I do appreciate that Peach recognized how fine Shin looked in that pink!
Finally, the big day is here, and Shin is peak Sad Boy energy and probably listening to Drake's "In My Feelings" on repeat, so, of course, the fam is ecstatic and very pleased that their plan to make Shin lay on the floor in the fetal position worked in Peach's favor!
But they pull one more stunt and decide to change the writing on Peach's cake to say "I'll give you a good time tonight" instead of "I want to live together" which would have matched Shin's cake.
Basically, they are doing the Lord's work!
And everybody wins including my light x dark duo!
But especially the audience because we deserved to see Shin miserable for 35 minutes, and we also deserved to see Shin lift Peach on that counter, and . . . eff it! Just enjoy the visual.
And I'll enjoy my Oab x Guy crumb.
I needed this, and I deserved it!
#bake me please#bake me please the series#bake me please special episode#this special was for me#and I loved it!
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Hello! I've never placed an order but I've been dreaming up a story for a few days now and I loooove your writing. It would be like Gwi-Nam X female reader, where y/n is not a bully but is definitely one of the rebel students. She secretly smokes in the bathroom, skips classes, gets into trouble and fights - but only when she's messed with (and no one messes with her). Y/n and Gwi-Nam have been together for a while and there's nothing serious, just making out around school (and out) and even not admitting they like each other. Him being totally melted by her but sexually aggressive.
ahh im glad you enjoy my writing!!🥺 here’s your request ~ i hope it’s as close to what you wanted, enjoy!! <3
☁️whipped-yoon gwi-nam☁️
Warnings: smoking, swearing, bullying and a tinyy bit suggestive themes
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“you think im going to class?” y/n let out an amused laugh as she held the cigarette up to her mouth “no chance, that science teacher gives me the fucking creeps”
“but didn’t you-” her friend began but y/n cut her off by putting her hand up to pause her.
she could hear crying and laughing.
“can you hear that? i’ll be back in a second” she told her friend as she began to walk towards the noise.
it was in the direction of the construction sight right next to the school.
it didn’t take long until she came across the scene that was unfolding. it was as usual myung-hwan with his gofers bullying people.
it was eun-ji and cheol-soo.
they were both on the floor covered in dirt and with cheol-soo his nose was bleeding. y/n scanned the area and scoffed in disgust to herself.
“what do you think you’re doing?” she spat at myung-hwan who suddenly stopped laughing.
“n-nothing. im just hanging out with my friends, right guys?” myung-hwan smiled brightly as hid friends agreed in an instant. he then kicked cheol-soo to which he looked at the floor giving a small nod “i said right guys?”
he then kicked cheol-soo again while eyeing eun-ji as way to warm her and she nodded her head vigorously.
y/n looked between the two students on the floor and myung-hwan with his gofers. she let out a laugh as she took one final puff of her cigarette before dropping it to the floor and stepping on it.
“how stupid do you think i am?” her face dropped as she stopped her laugh “really? tell me how stupid do you think i am?”
y/n stepped forward to close the gap between her and myung-hwan.
“w-what? i don’t think you’re s-stupid” he nervously answered with a gulp.
“so if you don’t think im stupid then why do you act like it?” she stepped even closer.
“uh” myung-hwan didn’t know what to say.
“and you know the thing is” she leaned forward into his ear before whispering “i really hate bullies”
myung-hwan looked at at her dumbfounded and in an instance she had her hand on his arm before twisting it enough to hurt.
“ow!ow!” he winced in pain as y/n tightened her grip on his arm.
“apologise” she casually said and immediately he apologised.
“i’m sorry. y/n, im r-really so-sorry” he managed to say but y/n just twisted his arm some more.
“not to me, you asshole. to them” she pushed his body towards cheol-soo and eun-ji who were watching with wide eyes.
“im sorry. im really sorry” he breathed out and y/n gestured for the pair to leave, to which they gladly did.
“see? was that so hard?” she smirked pushing him away and letting go of his arm.
myung-hwan held his arm in pain as he cursed under his breathe. his friends watched in silence as y/n then kicked the back of leg with full force causing him to fall to the floor.
“don’t ever bother them again” she warned before slapping the back of his head and walking away from the construction sight from a hurt myung-hwan.
“shit, i got dust on my skirt” she mumbled to herself as she dusted herself off “this is my favourite school skirt aswell, that asshole he-”
her words were cut short after she felt herself being pulled into an area that was covered really well where no one could see. her back hit the wall and she let out a gasp as instinctively she raised her knee to injure whoever had just grabbed her. as her knee came into contact with the person,she realised who it was.
gwi-nam.
he held his crotch area as he groaned in pain.
“i forgot, you know how to fight” he said between breathes and she rolled her eyes.
“i told you before not to do that. it’s your own fault” she shook her head with a smile.
gwi-nam continued to hunch over in pain and he huffed before doing his best to act like he was okay.
“anyway, why’d you pull me here?” she asked him and he had a cocky look on his face.
a grin appeared on his face as he closed the gap between him and y/n by pressing his lips to hers.
this was something they usually did. make out sessions whenever they both skipped class.
y/n immediately kissed gwi-nam back and after a couple of minutes he moved his lips down to her jaw and then her neck. his hands also began to travel down her body and she stopped them as she pushed him away gently.
“not a chance” she held back a smile looking between gwi-nam’ eyes and lips.
“okay” he answered with a smirk before reconnecting his lips with her neck.
this time he focused on one spot of her neck. he knew neck kissing especially on her sweet spot was something that made her crumble.
“you’re so sexy” he mumbled into her neck causing it to tickle her “so beautiful”
y/n did her best to hide a giggle as she ran her fingers through his soft hair.
gwi-nam’ hands travelled y/n’s body and this time she let him. it was only when his hand began to slip into her skirt when she then stopped him again.
“what did i say?” she tugged his hair to pull him away from her neck.
he had a cocky smiled on his face as he raised an eyebrow. she quickly flipped their positions around so that she was the one pinning gwi-nam against against the wall. gwi-nam only looked at her with an amused look on his face as she then kissed along his jaw down to connect with his lips.
her hands were rested on his neck as he melted into her touch. it always sent a shiver down his spine. y/n then pressed her body onto his and she could feel him freeze up for a second before returning back to normal.
just as things were about to get further heated, she quickly pulled away from him. gwi-nam looked at her hopelessly with disappointed eyes.
“you might want to sort out your situation down there” she teased referring to the bulge that was visible through his trousers.
gwi-nam’ eyes went wide as y/n then grabbed his face before pecking his lips. she then let go and walked away back into the school. as she walked away, a grin plastered on her face.
he was utterly whipped for her.
#kdrama imagine#all of us are dead#writing#all of us are dead imagines#all of us are dead fic#all of us are dead x reader#aouad imagines#kdrama x reader#aouad x reader#gwi nam#gwi nam x reader#gwi nam imagine#gwi nam imagines#gwi nam fic
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Devil May Cry Spice Tolerance Headcanons:
I had some mango habanero boneless wings (highly recommend if you love and tolerate spicy food), and that made me think of this idea for a series of headcanons.
Abnormally high spice tolerance:
Dante:
Dante can definitely tolerate spicy.
If he was younger (DMC3 Dante) he would definitely be exaggerating about how his mouth was on fire.
Since we’re talking about a much older Dante here, he has built up his spice tolerance.
Give him multiple One Chip Challenges and he just eats them like they are normal potato chips.
Try to prank him by putting pieces of Thai Chili peppers on his pizza, he’ll enjoy it even more.
Dare him to eat a ghost pepper, he will do it.
You cannot get this guy to tap out and drink milk.
Vergil:
Like his twin, he has spice tolerance but for completely different reasons.
He has willingly ate a habanero before and shrugged it off, which horrified Nero.
Hates buffalo sauce, not because it’s too spicy, but because it’s salty to him. Anything that is too salty or too sweet, he can’t eat, because he can’t tolerate it, he says as he pops another habanero in his mouth.
Whenever Dante gets pizza, he tells him to put extra jalapeños on his half when they share. (Or they don’t share and Dante eats the whole thing)
Ghost peppers are his favorite.
He’s been in hell for years. Spicy food can’t phase him.
Sparda:
Has been around for a very long time and has tried various spicy foods.
This is where the twins’ love of spicy food comes from.
He has a bigger appetite than his sons as he eats more portions of food than the two combined, which yes, includes spicy food.
In his opinion, sushi is at its best when spicy. Hence why he seeks out scorpion hot sauce and DRENCHES the sushi in it, which horrified Eva.
He was a legendary demon knight, spicy food can’t phase him. (Like father like son)
Nico:
“HOO-WEE! Who’s ready for an impromptu pepper eatin’ contest?”
Nico is the reason why Dante and Vergil now compete in eating the worst ever peppers.
Nico LOVES eating 4x Spicy Balduk noodles (I can’t even eat these) with some Carolina Reaper Pepper cheese on top, again which horrifies Nero.
Gets giddy at the suggestion of spicy food.
Give her some scorpion hot sauce, Carolina Reaper Pepper cheese, basically any spicy sauce or snack that Nero can’t even eat, you win her over easily.
LOVES Kyrie’s homemade chili especially when she makes a spicier version in a different pot just for her.
One chip challenge? She laughs and eats two and says that the chips ain’t spicy and eats chips like these on her break.
Girl is from the south and has eaten plenty of spicy food, she can handle a lot more heat.
Has Limits:
Trish:
Trish herself can debunk the myth of all demons can handle spice. No, not all of them, she argued.
Jalapeños, spicy chips, red hot pepper flakes on her pizza she can eat with no problems or hesitation.
Trish will beg Dante not to put a crap ton of jalapeños on the other half of the pizza like last time.
Trish has tried mango habaneros wings before. Three wings in, she grabbed the milk and drank it in defeat.
“Yes, I am a demon who shoots lightning bolts who can’t handle a 577,00 Scoville unit pepper, deal with it,” she sassed Dante with her runny mascara.
She will stick with her hot Cheetos.
Lady:
Also hates it when Dante and Vergil put too many jalapeños on the other half of a pizza.
A moderate amount of jalapeños is good enough for her. Same with buffalo wings, ignoring Vergil making a disgusted face.
Has judged the twins hard on eating a ghost pepper and a habanero.
“What the hell is wrong with you guys? Those things light your tongues on fire!”
Ate a small portion of a ghost pepper. Immediately tapped out and Dante quickly gave her the glass of milk.
She prefers to watch Dante and Vergil eat insanely hot peppers rather than participate.
Kyrie:
Is intimidated by the sight of a Thai Chili pepper.
She is willing to sprinkle cayenne pepper seasoning on things like her homemade chili she gives to the kids, Nero and Nico, but doesn’t go too far knowing her limits and Nero’s.
Kyrie coughs after taking a small whiff of Nico’s chili. “Okay, hers is done.”
Jalapeños is something that she also enjoys as it’s not trying to destroy her tongue.
Trying Nico’s 4X Spicy Balduk noodles, even one bite was enough to make her face turn red and tear up.
“Girl, you got guts, but you got limits, drink up.” Nico gave her some milk to extinguish the heat.
“I’m not doing that again.”
Instantly Nopes Out:
Nero:
Nero wanted to eat some pizza with Dante and Vergil, but after opening the pizza box, he immediately closed it.
Is scared by the sight of a ghost pepper. Only to witness Dante eat it like it’s a strawberry. Nero is once again horrified.
The only sensation he likes in his mouth (get your mind out of the gutter) is minty freshness like from gum.
“Does… cinnamon flavored gum count as spicy?” Nero asked Dante.
Dante, “No, that’s just sweetness with a hint of spice.”
Nero hesitantly ate a small piece of habanero. He very quickly went to the fridge to pour milk into his mouth. And onto his clothes. And onto the floor. “Do not tell Nico about this.”
Eva:
Nero definitely inherited his grandmother’s hatred for anything spicy.
Eva absolutely hates the smell as it stings her nose.
She knows her husband loves spicy food and tolerates it, but she cannot handle it.
Because she loved him and wanted to eat some delicious food he made with him, she took a bite.
Sparda said, “My dear, you didn’t have to do that,” and tried offering her water Eva shook her head and said, “If you can handle surely I can…”
Eventually she gives up and drinks the water after snot and comes out of her nose much to her embarrassment.
In conclusion, never give Eva anything spicy. Only give it to Sparda.
#devil may cry#dmc#dmc headcanons#random headcanons#spicy food#Nero is like Eva he does not like spicy food#dante#vergil#nero#trish#lady#nico#kyrie#eva#sparda
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Fairy Lights | KTH
summary: you and your boyfriend (ok, mostly him) put up fairy lights in your apartment. it leads to soft kisses and a slow dance.
pairing: taehyung x reader
wc: 1,567
genre/warnings/rating: 18+; established relationship; fluff; a few swear words; kissing; sexual innuendos; suggestive themes. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!
playlist: feels like you by faime; christmas tree by tae (i’m seriously in love with this song!); at last by etta james
a/n: i wrote this drabble bc i was feeling sentimental (and possibly crying over a clip of tae saying “i’m a little shy”) i hope you enjoy this little slice of fluff on this cozy, hot chocolate-worthy day ☃️🧋
After weeks of talking about it, you and your boyfriend are finally getting around to putting up fairy lights in your apartment.
Well, he was.
You were sitting back, enjoying watching him wrestle with the lights and get on his tip toes to hang them up, staring a little too long every time his shirt lifted up even a little bit. He would catch you every time and smirk at you, wiggling his eyebrows the way he always did when he wanted to be sexy. It didn’t always hit that intention (it was usually more adorable than anything else) but you giggled every time.
You take a sip of your hot chocolate and when you look up you notice he is debating where to put the next string of lights. You see a smile cross his face and you watch him approach you as you realize he is going to hang up this string of lights right above your head.
“I thought you wanted to do this together, baby. Why am I the only one doing all the work?” He pouts at you, a string of lights so prettily wrapped around his neck and chest.
A mischievous grin crosses your face as you eye him closely, peering at him through the fog rising from your mug.
“But I love watching you do it, babe. Getting all sweaty doing manly work.”
He groans, but you see the corner of his lips twitch upwards. He loved when you praised him, especially when you called him manly, which you did quite often.
“These are fairy lights, I’m not sure this would qualify as manly work.”
“You have a hammer and nails. I think this qualifies babe.”
He comes up to you and bends down to give you a quick kiss before standing back up, his crotch at eye level.
“You’re such a tease, Tae. You could ask me to move, you know?”
“You saw me coming. I thought your lack of movement was intentional, baby. Besides, I really like this position.”
You look up at him and see him smirking at you, his arms reaching up to the ceiling but hovering in mid air, as if waiting for your next move. You know he expects you to playfully push him away but you decide to call his bluff.
“Hmm my sexy man wants a reward for all his hard work, huh? Ok babe, let me reward you.”
You glide your hands up along his legs towards his belt, noticing him twitch a little. As you tug on his belt buckle you hear him gasp and feel him pull your hands away from him as he jumps back.
“Baby, I was just kidding. I need to, um, finish putting these up.”
You notice a hint of pink on his cheeks. Cute.
You walk over to him as he eyes you suspiciously.
He looks so cute just standing there watching your every move carefully. You want to hug him tight and never let go.
Wait. You can do that.
With the biggest smile on your face, you throw your arms around him and pull him in for a warm bear hug.
“You are absolutely adorable, you know that?”
He huffs. “More sexy than adorable, you mean.”
“Oh, definitely.” You smile against his neck as he squeezes you tight, his hum of approval a low rumble against your chest.
He pulls away a bit to look at you, smiling when he sees you pout up at him. He knew you weren’t ready to let go yet.
“Baby, this is the last string. Do you want to put it up so we can say we hung these up together? Here, you can take my hammer.”
You look down to see him pulling a hammer from his belt loop, lifting it up towards you slightly.
You let out a puff of air.
“That’s not the hammer I want but it’ll do… for now.”
You wink at him before cracking a huge grin. He groans at your joke but also makes no effort to hide the smirk your words brought to his face.
You walk over and reach up towards where Tae had started hanging the lights but soon realize you can’t quite hit it properly. It’s quite high up and every time you hit the hammer you miss.
You were about to turn around and ask for help when you feel Tae’s hands wrap around your arms, his chest pressing into your back as you feel his body support yours in reaching the nail.
You whisper a quiet, “Thanks,” and he hums his response before you feel him bury his face in your hair, a soft kiss finding its way onto your neck.
“You got this, baby. You just need to get the angle right.”
His hands make their way down to your waist as his strong thigh gently pushes against your bum, lifting you slightly, your hand rising just high enough to hit the nail properly.
Although part of you wants to prolong this intimacy as long as possible (his cologne is intoxicating), you notice his grip falter a little and realize this position is probably a little hard on his already sore muscles.
With a few good whacks the nails are properly in place and you squeak out a quick “Done!” before Tae releases you and stands back to survey your handiwork.
Then he looks back at you with a fond smile as he notices you looking at him expectantly. He knew you also loved hearing his praise and he would never withhold it, especially not when you deserved it.
“Good job, baby.”
“I guess we can really say we hung these up together, huh? Well, at least this bit here.”
You gesture towards your handiwork and Tae breaks into a chuckle, looking at you with all the tenderness in the world. He really does love you with his whole heart. And it’s scary to realize you love him just as much if not more, all of it happening in such a short period of time. He is the most wonderful, caring, warm person you have ever met and he brings out the absolute best in you, the confidence you never knew you had.
Your eyes start to mist as you continue to gaze deeply into his eyes. All of the stars in the universe could not compare to the twinkling galaxies in his loving eyes. You could stare into them forever if he let you.
“Baby, how about some music? I want to dance with you.”
Before you can answer, Tae is walking over to the record player you two had bought together and placing in it a record you both adore.
~At last my love has come along. My lonely days are over. And life is like a song.~
As the record player crackles to life, you take in Tae’s beautiful boxy grin as he starts to bob his head to the melody, snapping his fingers gently as his eyes meet yours, holding your gaze so firmly, so lovingly. You could melt from the warmth this man emanates.
With the twinkling backdrop of the fairy lights, everything feels so perfect. So surreal. It feels like a dream.
Tae starts gliding towards you and within moments he is right in front of you, his hand held out towards you.
“Mademoiselle, could I have this dance?”
You can’t help the huge grin making its way onto your face as you grasp his hand gently. You feel his other hand wrap around the small of your back and pull you in.
Suddenly he dips you low, his face coming down to meet yours in a gentle kiss. You linger in the dip, your eyes still closed, savouring his taste as you feel his strong arms continue to hold you up.
Then he chuckles.
“You want to join me up here or should I give you a minute?”
You smirk and pull him back down to finish the kiss. This time it was longer. More passionate. And you start to feel warmth spread through your whole body as your lips tingle and goosebumps spread like wildfire across your skin. You hear Tae hum in pleasure before he breaks away again and you feel his strong arms pull you back up.
He grins at you and wiggles his eyebrows again making you giggle, your sweet smile setting off fireworks in his chest. And he takes this opportunity to kiss you once more.
Neither of you could ever get enough of each other.
When you break away, he nuzzles his head into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist and he starts to gently sway to the music.
Your arms find their way around his shoulders, your hands tangling in his hair, and you melt into his body, swaying along with him.
As you feel your bodies move in perfect rhythm to the music, his arms holding you tight, his warmth enveloping you in a blissful hug, you know there is nowhere else you would rather be.
Like the gentle rumble of ocean waves, you hear Tae murmur into your ear.
“I love you, Y/N.”
He has said it so many times before and yet every time you feel your heart skip a beat. You place a soft kiss against his neck as you respond with a gentle whisper.
“I love you more, Tae.”
For a few seconds you all you hear is the music crackling from the record player and the sounds of your bodies gently swaying under the fairy lights.
But then Tae lets out a gentle hum against your chest as he squeezes you tighter against him, as if you might disappear any second. You squeeze him back and you feel him leave a soft kiss against the side of your face before he whispers in your ear, the sound low and meaningful.
“Impossible, baby. Before you I never knew my heart could be so full. But it is now. And it’s filled with you, every single part of it. My heart is yours, Y/N.”
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disclaimer: Starhalo/sweetduo, Marriage, homosexuality[ don't know what else you'd expect from the LGBTQSMP]
-Summary-
-Bad and Ètoiles get married in the span of 15 hours, cause they don't know any better, and why the hell not :D
-Fluff
-WIP
Just a long term alliance, not a marriage proposal
[Ch 1- Isn’t that how it’s done?]
WHAT!? BAD! NO NO NO NO NO! AHHHHH! NO NO NO BUT ALSO FUCK YESSSSSS! BAD YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED! HOLY SHIT! IN I-IN LIKE… FUCK! IN LIKE 10 HOURS!? OH MY FUCK…
You good now?
Y-you’re getting married…YOU’RE- YOU, YOU, MARRIED!?
Well… I wouldn’t call it that… More of a… Long term alliance
Of course you would call it that…
Chill out Baghs, I already dealt with most of it
Really?
W-What? Of course! I’m not some soulless person who would give someone a crappy wedding! What kind of monster do you think I am?
Bad said, sounding kind of genuinely sad that she would think that.
W-Well… You are a demon…
…One thing you may not know about demons Baghs… We can through one heck of a party
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Ok! 5 hours left… Hmmm… I cannnn… Ooh! I can make a new ring , I just needed one quick for the… asking for the long term alliance… Definitely not a proposal. Anyways! The store bought ones are always just straight terrible all gross and basic [for how expensive they are], non of which are anything close to what Ètoiles is, he’s just… The best. And he deserves the best, obviously. Why else would I marryyyyyy- suggest a long term not proposal alliance.
…But how should the ring look… We need something that is easy to wear during combat, something that will stay on, and it has to be small, not to much, not to little, something that will suit him. Hmm… Maybe… Stars! That’s literally what “Ètoiles” stands for, something like… Like, we could, make thin outlines of stars around the ring, thin lines, so it doesn’t get caught on anything. I want him to be able to wear it all the time so people know that he’s in a long term alliance with me and not anyone else.
Bad had zoned out, not even noticing Dapper watching him from around the table. He only noticed when he felt a small tug on his cloak.
Oh! Good morning Dapper!
Good morning dad, what were you thinking about?
Oh, nothing important
Well, important or not I wanna know
Well, ok then. I’m going to a wedding in about 5 hours
What? Who’s getting married?
Me?
WHAT!?
What?
YOUR GETTING MARRIED DAD?!
Yeah?
TO WHO?! I’LL KILL THEM
Please don’t, and it’s not a ‘marriage’ per say, more of a long term alliance
Your getting married
I guess you could say it like that, if you really wanted to
To who though? Who do you find good enough to marry you. I’ll kill them, nobody is good enough for my dad
That’s sweet Dapper, but please don’t kill Ètoiles…
Ètoiles?! Two of the people most known for not wanting to be tied down are getting married, what a sight to see
Not married Dapper, just an alliance
Yeah Yeah whatever. What about this ‘alliance’ were you thinking about
Well, I was thinking about just making him something
A ring?
How did you know? But yeah, I wanted something better that the stupid store bought ones, those ones stink
I agree, what design were you thinking of doing?
Well… I’ll draw it out for you, but be nice, I’m not an artist Dapper
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It’s so pretty dad!
Thanks Dapper… But like I said I’m not an artist…
Just give yourself the credit you deserve, but I would like to make a small sudjestion
What is it?
Make the jewel thingy on the top red
You sure?
Yep
Well If you say so Dapper, I’m gonna get to work
Ok, I’ll help!
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What do you think Dapper?
It’e perfect!
That’s good to hear…
Are you ok?
Yeah…
Nervous…?
Kind of I guess…
It’s normal to be nervous dad
I know…
You’ll be great, and I’ll be there, right by your side cheering you on
Thanks Dapper
Bad choked out, not expecting to be crying. He brought Dapper into a hug, holding him tight. Crying into the top of his head, Dapper gladly accepted the hug. He felt bad, but proud. It was nice to see Bad getting this rush of emotion, felling so deeply about this, trusting someone enough to, finally, have a bigger bond that just a really close friendship.
You’ll do great dad…
All Dapper got in return was sobs, soft and quiet, but still audible.
Dapper looked slightly to the side, hearing the warp stone go off. He saw a small figure peeking out from the door. He signaled Pomme to come in, trying to not disturb Bad, who seemed to not hear the swoosh sound of the warp stone
Are you ok dad?
I-‘m ok Pomme
What happened…?
Pre-wedding jitters…
W-
Pomme paused, not wanting to make her dad more upset or nervous, but still having questions, having not heard about this until just now
You’ll do great dad… I’m sure the person your marrying will be so happy to be with you
Yeah!
Dapper replied, patting his dad’s shoulder softly
Calming Bad’s sobs down into small hiccups
T-thank you kids…
No problem Dad… How much time before you’ve got to go?
Li-ke 2 hours…
Why don’t we get you dressed then
Pomme snickered, a wide grin sprawled onto her face
Ok Pomme
Bad replied with a chuckle
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You look so pretty dad!
Pomme said, ecstatically
You think so?
We know so
Dapper replied proudly
You guys want to go get ready? I made sure I got you something you would like to wear, as a surprise from me to each of you specifically.
Ooooh yayyyy!
Pomme and Dapper ran into their bedrooms to get changed
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Let’s get going…
Your gonna do awesome dad..
Thanks Dapper… Ok… let’s go…
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Woahhhhh, this place looks amazing
Pomme said looking around, mouth agape in awe
Thanks Pomme…
Bad replied with a small smile spreading across his face
You did this dad?
Dapper looked up to Bad in shock
Yeah…
Woah…
Dapper had the same reaction as Pomme, mouth agape
I know it’s kinda crappy-
It’s amazing!
Well… I’m gonna go to, whatever that place is
Ok, see you later dad!
Bye Pomme, bye Dapper
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[Dappers POV]
There were a lot of people there, guess word really spread fast, people were crying in joy? Pride? I don’t really know, but still, a ton of people. It would probably make dad freak out a bit.
Dapper kinda was wondering who would walk Bad down the aisle, kind of having a sneaking suspicion of who would. Not wanting to assume anything though.
Dapper saw Ètoiles walk out first
He looks… Fine… I guess… Nothing compared to my dad though.
Following he saw Sunny, Pomme, Empanada, Tallulah, and Leo. Pomme leading the group proudly, even though she had just figured out she was a flower girl.
[End of POV]
Pomme, and all the other little huevitos in their little flower petered dresses, perfectly matching the color theme of the beautiful setting around them. Matching Almost all the things Ètoiles had told in secrecy to Bad, matching the things that he loves. All the colors, down to matching all the tones perfectly, the music, the setting, the time of night, all the stars visible through the glass roof. It was perfect.
Ètoiles saw Bad standing at the entrance, and my god did he look stunning. He felt his face get red, how could he not. He also saw Foolish? Walking him down the aisle, shocked that Foolish would agree. It also looked like he was crying? Again, shocking. But it was cute, they really do care about each other.
Once they had gotten all the way up to where Ètoiles was, Foolish went to stand to the side, behind Bad wiping the tears from his face. Ètoiles took in all the little details of the masterpiece that was in front of him, the luminous glow of Bad’s eyes to every little barely noticeable scar that covered his face, and even the barely visible freckles that were splattered perfectly on his face. He truly was just the definition of beautiful.
The outfit he had on just solidified it even more in Ètoiles’s mind, Bad was wearing a white suit, tailored to a perfect fit. He had on matching white shoes, guessing Pomme had helped him with the outfit, cute. But his suit, my god his suit. It was perfect, almost dress like, but not fully there. It was flowy and moved softly in the wind, like water. That’s what gave it away that Pomme and the other kids helped Bad with the outfit, always making Bad wear these kinds of things, Ètoiles wasn’t upset by it though, better for him. Bad can just find a way to make any outfit look good.
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Bad inspected Ètoiles just as closely, seeing the way his hair effortlessly falls perfectly on his face, despite the wind blowing in the opposite direction, looking at his eyes, the light green blush spread across his face, the mask that usually hid the details of his face now gone. Ètoiles was so handsome, unbelievably and upsettingly so, how can he just so effortlessly look this good. And the black suit he was wearing suite him perfectly.
Both thoughts were quickly stoped when Dapper and Pepito came with the rings, holding them carefully.
Bad picked it up and put in onto Ètoiles’s finger, as Ètoiles stared in awe, at the intricate work of the ring, ‘Ètoiles’ inscribes into it, with a small red ruby on top, seeing how well put together this was, Ètoiles was ashamed of how sloppy his would look compared to Bad’s.
Ètoiles picked up the second ring and slipped it gently onto Bad’s finger, Bad was shocked that the islands greatest fighter was able to pull something so intricate off, the ring looked almost spiraled, The word ‘Halo’ inscribed on the inner walls of the ring, a small emerald embedded on the top.
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Blah Blah Blah, after all the other boring wedding stuff
Vows
Recession
Procesional
Readings
The officiant
Etc
Let’s skip to the good part
[The Kiss]
Bad had gotten Max to officiate the wedding, seeing that he’s done it time and time again for the islanders.
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Do you, Ètoiles, take BadBoyHalo, as your lawfully wedded husband
I do
Ètoiles stated, with no hesitation whatsoever
And do you, BadBoyHalo, take Ètoiles, as your lawfully wedded husband
I do
Bad said, with somehow less hesitation than Ètoiles
Then, by the power invested in me, I pronounce you husbands. You may kiss the Groom
Ètoiles grabbed Bad and immediately kissed him, dipping him.
Bad didn’t fight back, gladly accepting everything that Ètoiles did.
They stayed like that for a bit longer, before standing up straight again. Only looking at each other, only letting a quick glance out to the crowd. Seeing the Huevos still covering their eyes in disgust from the kiss made them laugh. They looked back to each other, love visible in their eyes. Ètoiles took Bad’s hands in his, noticing that they were way smaller than his. How they fit perfectly into his, how soft they were.
Ètoiles saw how happy Bad looked, he had never seen him so exited or happy before. It felt nice to see.
Bad looked lovingly into Ètoiles’s eyes, seeing him look back with just as much love. He had almost never felt so happy, first being when he got Dapper. Oh! Dapper! Where was Dapper? Bad looked around for him, quickly seeing him sitting with Richarlyson, Pomme, and Cheyenne by the kitchen. He smiled at Dapper, before looking back at Ètoiles
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You did so good dad!
Dapper stated proudly
Y-Yeah
Pomme said, sobbing
Calm down Pomme
Bad said with a small chuckle
I-I-I Can’t! My- my dad-s j-ju-st got m-married!
Pomme said, still sobbing
Bad brought Pomme into a tight hug, gently patting her hair. Dapper squeezed his way into the hug, not wanting to be left out.
[Ètoiles’s POV]
Ètoiles was talking to Baghera, who was probably crying just as much as Pomme. But… Not out of happiness for him, more out of anger for not asking her for permission to marry her younger-brother-figure… Nice… But it’s not even like I knew, or even hoped the question! I only figured out I was getting married like, 15 hours ago! It was sudden, but still the best “Long Term Alliance” proposal I could of asked for.
Look Baghera, how could I have asked for your permission when, first, I wasn’t the one who proposed. And two, I didn’t even know I was getting married until 15 hours ago… sooo, how could I have asked for your permission?
Wait… 15 HOURS?!
Yeah…?
HOW!?
Isn’t that how it’s done?
NO?!
Oh
“OH”?!
Well either way, shut up about me not asking for your permission, be mad at Bad for not asking. I’m going to talk with Bad now, bye!
[End of POV]
Ètoiles walked over to Bad, hugging him from behind. Resting his head on Bad’s shoulder.
Oh, hi Ètoiles
Hi…
Are you ok?
Yeah
You sure?
Mhm
Ok
Hi dad!
Pomme said, running up to Ètoiles, hugging his leg
Hi Pomme, hi Dapper
Hi Ètoiles
Are you feeling ok dad?
Yeah, why?
You just seem a bit sad is all
Pomme said, moving back to look Ètoiles in the eyes
I’m alright, just tired I guess
You can go chill somewhere quieter if you want, I can keep everyone else entertained
Bad said softly, turning his head to look towards Ètoiles.
It’s ok
When you need to rest you need to rest, it’s nothing to be ashamed of love. It was a busy day
I know, I’m just waiting for you to be able to go with me
Ètoiles whispered the last part, placing a gentle kiss on Bad’s cheek
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YOU BELONG WITH ME
I stand by the window and watch him talking to his girlfriend. She's upset. She probably didn't understand the joke he told her and took it personally.
Again.
‘Cause she doesn’t get your humor like I do.
Taylor Swift's song plays in my headphones. Definitely not the type of music she would like. Too girly. Which is weird, because of the two of us, she's the one who acts girlish while I'm the complete opposite.
So here I am - Katniss Everdeen in love with her best friend Peeta Mellark, who is dating the beautiful Julia Collins.
I sigh and rest my chin on the windowsill when I hear the sound of the new message.
Let's go out somewhere. Please.
15:36
I smile to myself and look out the window to see him with his phone in his hand.
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We are walking down the road to the park. Peeta is wearing his worn-out jeans, in which he looks so handsome. But I cannot stop thinking this is how it has to be.
Peeta and me. And no one else.
And I'm just more sure about this when I finally see his beautiful and shine smile, but then he gets massage and everything is gone.
"Are you alright?," I ask.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," he answers, but I don't believe him.
Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?
And for the next time I'm compering myself with her. She wars short skirts and high heels, while I'm wearing normal T-shirts and sneakers. She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers.
And what makes me more sad and my eyes are starting getting tearly. I'm dreaming of the day when he wakes up and find that what's he's looking for has been here the whole time and she has him now. Maybe forever.
And that makes me lie to Peeta and go back to home. Of course with him, because she would never let me go back to home alone when I'm not feeling well. Actually he never lets me go back home alone.
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I'm half asleep when I hear something knocking to my window. I open my eyes and see him. I'm shocked but I open the window and let him go inside.
"What the hell are you doing, Peeta?!," I yell at him but not so loud, so I won't wake up Prim or mom.
"I have to talk with you," he says.
I'm about yelling at him even more, but then I see his eyes filled with tears and my heart is broken.
"What happened, Peeta?," I ask and get him to hug me, and he wraps his arms around my waist tightly and clings to my shoulder, so I can easily run my fingers through his soft hair soothingly.
"I'm no longer with Julia," he answers and I want to cry and celebrate at the same time.
But then I'm angry.
"She broke up with you?," I scream loudly, not caring that it's late at night.
Peeta pulls away from me, surprised by my outburst, and strokes my arms soothingly to relax me. He's touch distracts me and leaves behind hot marks that burn me and make me focus only on his rough, strong hands.
"Actually, I did it."
This shocks me even more.
"I broke up with her, Katniss."
"Why?," I manage to choke out.
He doesn't answer right away, so I suggest he sit down and cool down while I make him some tea.
As I go downstairs, I thank heaven that my scream didn't wake anyone else but this old cat that I've had to cook for years
Good for you, I think.
I prepare two cups of warm drink for me and Peeta and go back upstairs to join him.
"Here," I give him the dish and he puts it on the windowsill next to my bed.
"Okay, you don't want to drink," I mutter to myself, "So you wanted to talk about something." I remind him his words.
He looks up at me and slowly gets out of bed, walking towards me. He took the cup from my hands and set it next to his, then took my hands in his.
"I broke up with Julia," he finally says, looking into my eyes and rubbing my knuckles.
"I know," I can't say more.
"But it's not everything," he says mysterious. Then he does something I don't expect.
He kisses me. First, he gently takes my face in his hands and lightly presses his lips to mine. However, when he feels me kissing him back, he starts kissing me harder and more greedily. He licks my lips, asking for entrance, which I mindlessly allow. His hand goes from my cheek to my waist, circling it possessively as he presses me against him, and I can't help but think that I like what he's doing to me and how he makes me feel.
Because I feel wonderful. A flock of butterflies fly out in my stomach and I feel like it's my first kiss. Because it's true - it's the first kiss that really matters to me and while I really feel something.
When he breaks away from me, we are both panting, our lips red and swollen from the long and intense kissing. We're both blushing and I don't know what to say.
So Peeta starts. He was always wonderful with words.
"I did it for you," he says low. And this voice makes me weak on my knees.
God, I'm so weak because of Peeta fucking Mellark, I think. Only for him.
And then I actually realize what he just said.
"What?," I ask stupidly.
"I said I broke up with Julia for you."
"No, no, I understand but...," I say and look at him. "Why?"
I don't and can't understand how he could do it for me. I mean, brake up with Julia. He adored her so much. He had a crush on her for ever. Well, he never said that he loved her, but I guess it's hard to fall in love in a few months.
"God, Katniss, don't you see that?," he asks and stares at me waiting for me to say anything.
But I don't understand what he wants me to say. I don't understand what he's saying.
"It's you, not her, that I want," he says, caressing my cheeks with his hand, which makes me even more confused. "Okay, listen to me, Katniss. I remember driving to your house in the middle of the night when I'm sad or happy or anything. I remember you making me laugh, when I know I'm about to cry. You're the one who care about that simple things like my favorite song, my dreams," he stops for a moment and look down on his shoes, but his hand is still on my cheek, and the other is on my wrist.
When his eyes come back to mine I see more fear in them. And I'm sure about that I have to know what he was about to say, so I do the only thing I've got stuck in my mind right now.
I kiss him. I grab his face and press his lips to mine, just like he did before. His hand tightens around my waist and his other hand goes from my cheek to my hair, which I left loose for sleeping. He tangles his hand in my curls and I let out a soft sigh in response.
When we pull away, we're flusher than before, and there's a huge smile on his face. It takes me a moment to realize that I, too, am smiling so hard that my cheekbones start to hurt.
"I did it just to know what you wanted to say," I'm trying to look like I don't care, but I'm blushing with a big smile on my face, so he just laughs.
"What I was trying to say was that I think I know where I belong," he pauses and look me straight in the eyes, "I think you know it's with you, baby."
And then we spend all night long kissing and touching ourselves on my bed.
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I love your Unspoken Words series so much! As someone who goes nonverbal from time to time when overwhelmed. This is also why i ask anonymously, I am feeling a bit too much of everything and seeing my name on your blog makes me nervous.
i just really appreciate the whole story and i just love how everyone is so understanding and supportive and nobody demands she „just talk“. Levi taking sign classes had me crying, seriously.
You posted you were open for prompts. It‘s a bit self indulgent, but I would be interested how Reiner (and maybe some others) would react when they either catch you reading smut or randomly grab one your smut books that you annotated. (I am not asking for explicit stuff, just how they would react to you reading that kind of stuff).
Oh my gosh thank you so much for saying so!! 😭 Unspoken Words has definitely been my little baby for a while and I'm really glad I portray nonverbal people to your liking! I am just obsessed with the fact that Levi's love language would be acts of services so putting in that communication barrier really puts light on their interactions instead of words, for the most part lol.
I totally know how it feels to have everything feeling like a little too much, believe me. It's overwhelming, so it's totally okay to stay anon! Though, I am sorry you're feeling like that today. But if you'd like, I'm perfectly happy to have you in my DMs. This will always stay a judgement free zone. 💕
These were really fun to think about! I'm not used to writing most of these characters tho so I'm sorry if my hcs don't line up. 😅
No actual smut is mentioned but there are some suggestive themes!
How AoT Characters React To You Reading Smut:
Reiner ->
oh he is SO shy about it
like he does a double take as he walks by you, all curled up on the couch with it wide open and you're so enraptured you don't even notice
"What are you reading?" he can't keep himself from asking but his face is so flushed and there might be a little stuttering
when you tell him about it, he's doing his best to stand straight and keep a level voice
he's also a little curious though, and will ask something along the lines of "Would you want to try this out sometime?" while he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly
Armin ->
he accidentally finds your collection when he's looking for a specific book
he thumbs through it curiously because he's just like that lol
at first, he's incredibly shocked to see that you're into that kind of stuff
but then he gets a little self-conscious because he worries that he might not be giving you what you want
you have to force it out of him because he's ruminating in silence and when he finally says something, he's all blushy and not looking you in the eye
Jean ->
HE'S SO SMUG ABOUT IT
he grabs it out of your hands and reads out some passages in a teasing manner while you're fighting to get it back
but then he comes across the filthiest thing he's ever read and it shuts him right up, turning into a mess and his words are all jumbled lmao
I also see this man looking over the top of it and is like, "C'mon, we're trying this out right now." and then grabs your hand and pulls you into the bedroom
Hange ->
they are so excited to see that you read these BECAUSE THEY READ THEM TOO.
I imagine they catch you reading it and recognize it right away, going all "OH I'VE READ THAT ONE. What do you think about _____?"
and they start overanalyzing it all out loud while fingering through the pages
it's kind of a mood killer (affectionate) but it's funny to watch them talk about these crazy scenarios and you laugh too because they are quite silly when you think about it
Levi ->
he sneaks up on you one day while you're on the couch reading and he starts reading the page you're on over your shoulder
his sudden voice makes you jump out of your skin and snap the book shut
"Is this how you spend your down time?" not accusatory tho, genuinely curious even though his voice comes out bored lol
he says nothing else as he raises an eyebrow at you then walks away
only when the next time you get down and dirty with him do you realize he must have been looking through your books and seeing what you liked and didn't like from your annotations in the margins
he's a really fast learner
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If u are a meimei/yuki fucker, talk about some kink (no usual kinks..we go hard) with them 🤤🤤 PLEASE
I was gonna say that only god's strongest soldiers can last with Missus Mei Mei... but I am one of god's weakest and I want her so badly after writing this....
So, to begin (and hopefully for you to enjoy!):
-Free use. Being with Mei Mei isn't a transaction. Nothing she gives or does to you is meant to make you feel like you owe her anything. BUT... I think she does expect a level of give and take between the two of you which opens the door for her to be able to use you for anything at any time.
And she's not, you know, gonna fuck you in the middle of an online meeting, but... she gets home from work and wants your pussy on her face? You're gonna put your pussy on her face. She's getting ready for bed and needs her tits sucked? You're gonna suck her tits.
-Foreign object insertion. Mei Mei gets very creative with her sex toys because... I think she's stingy with her strap. She's definitely outgrown her pillow princess phase (years before the two of you even meet)... but she's still quite... lazy... in certain ways. Would much rather rub her pussy while fucking you with the heel of her boot, the handle of her hairbrush, her fountain pen, the zucchini you bought to make for dinner, than actually move her hips.
-Fisting. I don't think she's rough or demanding about it... but she is def going five fingers in if you let her and inspecting the stretch after <3
-Cucking. God, this woman loves watching you get fucked. Especially if she knows if that partner isn't pleasuring you as well as she could. She loves the torture of that, hearing you cry out for her with somebody else's cock in you...... she almost uses it as a form of punishment; of course SHE could make you cum, but she's not the one fucking you, is she (even if she's sometimes the one setting you up with these other partners... it's all for her pleasure)?
-And really anything that evokes her dacryphilia, too... loves to see you weepy because of the effect she has on you. So fisting and cucking like above, but also impact play like spanking, gagging (can you imagine a ball gag? I just nutted), pinching, etc!!!
-Idk what kind of kink this is... if it's chastity-belt related (because she definitely like putting you in those, too) or plain something else... But she loves it when you wear panties that are too tight for you!! Panties that get stuck in between your pussy lips and give you a wedgie all the way up to the top of you ass. She loves it when you have a little camel toe because of it, too, knowing you're wiggling on your chair because the fabric is rubbing your clit and your crack is being rubbed raw... she thinks it's the absolute cutest thing !!! And especially if you can't fix it.
-And right in the middle of these two: begging, of course. And not just begging her to make you cum, but simply asking her for anything. Mei Mei loves it when she gets to hold things over your head, money most importantly, when it ends up she can get you to offer up your face in between her legs without her even suggesting it, all for something she was always going to say yes to buying you.
Or begging for silly things too, like for her to stop working so you can spend time together, or even just kiss a little bit. Makes her ego so fat when you're made to ask.
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THANK U FOR ASKING ANON!
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Will we get yn for game show too?
This
ok yes maybe like the dares they did in episode 4….
Gwen and Aria’s POV:
“This is going to cause drama.” Aria said, whilst sitting back down after another ad-break.
“Feel like Ekin-Su is going to try and stir shit up.” Gwen replied.
“If anyone does anything to hurt Y/N I will… I will…”
“You’ll do something bad?” Gwen suggested.
“You bet.”
The screen panned to all of the islanders standing around in a semi-circle. They were all dressed perfectly again this evening. Y/N’s outfit [inspo] was a popular favourite for the night, wearing a gorgeous pink crotchet set with embroidered flowers on it. They were wearing pink heels [inspo] with it too.
Her outfit had definitely caught Harry’s attention too.
HARRY INTERVIEW
“Oh my God. Did you see Y/Ns outfit tonight? I mean… I am so lucky, fuck me.”
“He’s literally in love with them.” Aria laughed, Gwen nodding in agreement.
“This season is actually so dead, but Y/N and Harry bring the good.” Gwen thought out loud and Aria had to agree.
Amber was the first one to pull out a dare from the box. All eyes on her.
“Kiss the islander you find most attractive.”
A chorus of ‘ooohs’ came from the islanders, but it was pretty obvious who she was going to go for. She walked right up to Dami and kissed him on his lips, for perhaps a few seconds too long.
“They’re cute together, to be honest.” Aria said.
“Yeah, but not as cute as Y/N and Harry.” Gwen made sure they were on the same page.
“Oh, obviously.”
Next it was Ekin-Su’s turn.
“Name your top three islanders.”
“That’s not too bad a date really. At least there’s no physical contact. Gwen said.
“She probably wanted to snog Harry, but no.” Aria said.
“Um, Harry. Davide and Andrew.” Ekin-Su replied.
DAVIDE INTERVIEW
“Yeah, when Ekin-Su said my name I was quite happy. She is a lovely girl and I am obviously very interested in getting to know.”
Y/N INTERVIEW
“I knew that Ekin-Su likes Harry, so her answer came as no surprise to me and honestly didn’t bother me at all. We’re all here to find love right? And who wouldn’t love Harry?!“
“Oh I love her. Y/N needs to be wrapped up in bubble wrap and protected at all costs.” Gwen said as if it would be her last dying wish.
“No seriously. Like don’t even joke about that, because I will.”
Next up was Luca and he laughed when he pulled out the dare, making everyone around him still with anticipation.
“Kiss the two islanders you would have a threesome with.”
Gwen and Aria both laughed, thinking it was still a pretty chill dare.
First Luca walked up to Paige, because he was trying to make himself look like a gentleman, really he wasn’t, and gave her a good kiss.
Next he walked over to Gemma and it looked like he was going to kiss her, but at the last minute he turned and planted his lips on Y/Ns instead. You could tell that Y/N didn’t want to be kissed by him because as soon as Luca tried to make it into something more than an innocent kiss, Y/N pushed him away.
Aria and Gwen turned to look at each other with a dropped jaw.
“No fucking way.” Aria said and had to laugh a little at how plot-twist worthy that was.
“Oh my god no! Look at Harry.” Gwen pouted when Harry’s face panned onto the screen, him looking down at the floor and his nose twitching.
“My babies.” Aria pretended to cry.
LUCA INTERVIEW
“Obviously I had to kiss Paige, didn’t I? But Y/N? Well she’s just fit, innit.”
“Ew men.” Gwen gagged.
HARRY INTERVIEW
“Well, yeah, um” Harry cleared his throat, “Didn’t see that coming. The thing is though, I don’t think Y/N did either. And I mean, Luca watch out man ‘cause I ain’t giving up my girl without a fight.”
“SCREAMING!” Aria slumped back on the couch, melting over Harry’s words.
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oh ho ho im back like i said i would be >:D
🌟-laughing on ghe outside by bernadette carroll with nikolai? bc ANGST!
laughing on the outside, crying on the inside
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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x f!Reader
A/N: I'll just leave that fic without any comment babes...
Summary: Your relationship wasn't going to work out anyway, so why did leaving it behind you feel so wrong?
Genre: Angst. No fluff.
Word Count: ANGST! You asked for it babes, and I am sorry- Also, it was not intentional to post this just as you reached 125 followers, but here we are hehe. ALSO, CONGRATS LIZ WHOOP WHOOP!!!
Warnings: Some insults and rudeness? Pain? Breakups? The usual angsty programme
You watched the noblewomen crowd around the young prince like birds of prey, swooning and giggling, latching onto every syllable he said. The number of girls surrounding him seemed almost ridiculous, but who could blame them? Prince Nikolai was indeed a pleasure to look at. His striking blond hair was slightly messy, but not messy enough to make him appear unkempt. He wore a tailored blue military suit, golden details and embroideries completing the look. He was the perfect Lantsov poster boy. It wasn't a surprise that all unmarried young royals would try to have their shot with the handsome prince of Ravka. Still, all that fuss about him made your heart ache.
To anyone else, it probably was rather surprising that you were getting this worked up about all of the women swarming him. You were neither of royal blood nor had a family that possessed many riches, so you really had not even a fleeting chance to be romantically involved with Nikolai Lantsov. That was what everybody else thought. Unbeknownst to most, you and Nikolai had been in a relationship for quite some time now. It was something you were keen on keeping a secret from the general public, however, people started to pick up on how much time the two of you spent with each other and naturally, rumours started to spread like wildfire. You never mentioned it to Nikolai, but it wasn’t a rarity for the servants to run their mouths, calling you nasty names behind your back.
As if he sensed your discomfort from across the room, his gaze met yours, a playful grin on his lips as he focussed back on the conversation he had with a particularly persistent merchant’s daughter. Even this simple gesture made your cheeks flush a slight pink that you tried to play down as good as possible. That didn’t work. Zoya was at your side in a matter of seconds, giving you a cheeky smile as her eyes darted from him to you. She was one of the few people that were aware of your relationship, and she did her best to tease you relentlessly about it.
“Still swooning about your fairytale prince?” She asked in a low tone, loud enough for you to hear every word, but not too loud for anyone else to hear. You gave her a slight jab to the shoulder, but still let out a soft laugh. Her presence eased your discomfort greatly. Now you at least had someone that didn’t just see you as the prince’s plaything. However, she couldn’t keep you from your self-destructive thoughts forever.
Nikolai would have to choose a bride eventually. And there was no point in denying that this bride certainly wouldn’t be you. No matter how much Nikolai attempted to assure you of the opposite. He would probably be disowned if he ever even decided to present you to the court. It was foolish thinking otherwise, but you couldn’t stay away from him, and neither could he.
“Let’s get something to drink,” Zoya suggested, seemingly noticing your discomfort. She linked her arm with yours, basically dragging you away from the spot where you had been standing for almost an eternity. “I haven’t had a drink for the whole evening and I am definitely not drunk enough to listen to the King’s speech. I need to be at least slightly tipsy to survive that whilst staying sane.”
“I would have to be close to being passed out to listen to that.”
The two of you quickly weaselled through the buzzing crowd, careful not to step on anyone’s feet or crash into some extravagantly dressed merchant or military couple. But before you even knew it, you unintentionally bumped into a group of Grisha, all dressed in their finest keftas. Even though it was an accident, the girl that you hit the hardest glared at you, a scowl on her face as she eyed you up and down. You expected her to leave it at that and just move on, but the next words that left her mouth hit you like a brick.
“Watch where you’re going. You may be the prince’s whore, but in the end, you’re not worth more than a mere commoner. I wouldn’t be proud of being Lantsov’s mistress.” Her voice was harsh and laced with straight venom. The other Grisha gave you mocking smiles, straightening their backs and continuing to walk away, leaving you in shock.
Her words shouldn’t have hurt as bad as they did. You knew that your frequent visits to Nikolai’s chambers didn’t shine the best light on you, but the fact that even people outside of the Grand Palace were beginning to create this narrative made you sick. Is this really what you wanted for your future? After all, you didn’t even stand a chance to be chosen as his wife, so what exactly should become of your relationship? If you continued the little game you were playing, you would truly end up as the prince’s mistress. Was that something you wanted?
Zoya considered running after them, but when she noticed your blank stare she decided that you needed her attention more. In an attempt to calm you down, she tried to put her hands on your shoulder comfortingly, but you just shrugged them off, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed with all the noise and all the people around you. To try and save yourself from crying in front of a whole ballroom filled with the wealthiest of wealthy, you excused yourself, hurrying off to your own chambers without waiting for Zoya to respond.
However, the Saints didn’t grant you the wish of sulking alone in your room for the night.
It was just past two bells in the morning as three knocks sounded at your door. The fête was still in full swing, judging by the noises that could still be heard, even from your room. You groaned as you shuffled towards the door, rubbing your face to wipe the tear stains off of your cheeks. You had a feeling that you already knew who would stand in front of your door before you even opened it.
“Y/N? What are you doing in there? Are you alright?” Turns out your feeling was right. Nikolai’s voice sounded from the hallway outside your room, obviously perplexed by your sudden departure. You truly considered whether you should open the door, or whether you should just feign being asleep to make him leave, but knowing Nikolai, he would find a way to get into your chambers.
After wiping away the tear stains on your face, trying your best to look at least a little bit presentable, you pressed down on the handle, now being faced with a worried and absolutely dishevelled-looking prince. His face relaxed ever so slightly when he saw that you were alright and safe in your room, but it instantly went back to a frown as soon as he realized that you must have been crying. You took a step back, allowing him to enter before shutting the door behind you.
“Darling, what is going on?” He took a step forward, his hands moving to cup your face, but you dodged his attempted affectionate gesture. It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate his concern, but you just needed to put some space between the two of you. “Y/N, what happened?”
“Nik, I can’t do this anymore.” Even though you hadn’t even said the words, Nikolai’s face already dropped. He sucked in a harsh breath as he eyed you closely, silently praying that you weren’t going to say what he was thinking. “I can’t keep on doing this. It’s just not working. No matter how hard we’re trying to continue this, it’s just not going to end well. You’ll have to marry eventually and we both know that I’m not even an option, so why do you even keep on stringing me along?”
“Who said you weren’t an option?”
“Everyone! Nikolai, you’re the prince of Ravka for Saints’ sake, you know that your parents would pretty much disown you if you would even consider marrying me. Just think about what the people - your people - would say.”
“Why should they care? Many royals have married commoners and were open about it, so why shouldn’t we have the same privilege?”
“Not many royals marry their mistresses though, do they?” Silence filled the room, creating an even uneasier tension between the two of you. He was visibly taken aback by your comment, so he didn’t say anything for a moment, only letting his gaze travel over your face in disbelief. You could see the confusion on his face, as you tried your very best not to take every single word back. But this was better for both of you. You were doing this for your respective futures.
“What are you saying? You know that you’re not my mistress, Y/N.”
“Everyone else seems to happily disagree with that. And I don’t blame them. They all think that I am just the prince’s little whore and I won’t put up with this anymore. I’m sorry, Nikolai, but it’s for the better.”
“So this is what this is all about? Tell me who these rumours come from and I’ll make sure that they never get spoken again, but please don’t do this. I can’t lose you.” He grabbed your wrist to stop you from moving away, but you couldn’t bare to look at him. The fear of all your walls crumbling back down as soon as your eyes met his was too strong.
“No. My decision is final. Please leave.”
“Y/N-”
“Get out.” You didn’t recognize the voice that just uttered these words. They seemed way too cold and stern to come out of your mouth. Nikolai, however, let go of your hands at once. You could see the hurt behind his eyes, but he did his best to put on a brave face. His lips were pursed as if he was about to go against your command, but he thankfully decided against causing any more distress to your already shaken-up state.
“Is this what you really want?” He asked gently - one last attempt at saving your relationship. But you just nodded tightly, blinking away the painful tears that were already building up in your eyes. Was this really what you wanted? To just throw away everything the two of you had worked so hard on preserving?
“Okay.” Nikolai almost whispered, his previously hurt expression had morphed into a stern one. You hated how good he was at controlling his emotions. It was a trait that you never had the pleasure of sharing. And in moments like this, you needed it more than ever.
He straightened out his back, giving you a barely noticeable nod before turning around and walking towards your door. You felt your heart shatter, knowing that this was probably going to be your final chance to talk to him and explain what was going on, but something inside your head tried to tell you that it was better this way. You could go and find someone closer to your societal standpoint, and he could happily marry someone that could give him the heirs he deserved without having to worry about keeping you around.
“I hope this decision will make you happy. I really do.”
“It will.” You weren’t sure whether he actually heard your last sentence since he was gone before you could even muster up a proper response. Now, you were left alone in your room again, just a bit unhappier than before. But you should be happy, shouldn’t you? The relationship wasn’t healthy for either of you, so the breakup seemed to be the only viable solution. Why did it gnaw at you so much?
The following days were pure torture. It became painfully aware that breaking up with the man you still had to work for wasn’t one of your most glorious ideas. Everyone else around you noticed the way the two of you began to avoid each other, even though you were doing your best to hide the underlying tension by pretending as if nothing had happened. This façade didn’t manage to fool everyone.
“For Saint’s sake, what is going on between you?” Zoya hissed as she tried to casually catch up with you in the hallway without breaking out in a sprint. She had obviously caught the way you distanced yourself from your former boyfriend and made it her priority to figure out what was happening.
“Not much anymore.”
You heard the footsteps behind you halt abruptly after your nonchalant statement. This was probably not what she had been expecting to hear from you.
“What?”
“We broke up.” You turned around to face the Squaller that was still standing in the same place as before. The look on her face was a mixture between shock and confusion - maybe even a small hint of disappointment, but you weren’t too talented at deciphering Zoya’s facial expression. She had always been quite fond of your relationship - whether that was because you kept him from getting on her nerves every once in a while, or because she was just happy for you, you didn’t know - so you knew that she wouldn’t take this information lightly.
“You’re joking?”
“I’m dead serious, Z. Some things just aren’t meant to be.” You answered with a slight shrug, playing off the unease that overcame you after saying that. You couldn’t let something like this get you down. Not now, and not ever.
“I don’t understand.” Zoya finally managed to move from the spot she had been rooted to, again picking up her pace to walk by your side. “I thought you were so happy with each other? What happened?”
“We decided that it would just be better for us to go our separate ways. Our relationship wouldn’t have led anywhere realistically, so this was the best solution for both of us.” She cocked her brow at that. This wasn’t something that she was used to hearing from you. The girl she knew would have done everything in her power to fight for what you and Nikolai had, but now? This didn’t feel right.
“And you’re not sad about that at all?”
“It was inevitable, Zoya. There’s no need to cry about something that wouldn’t have worked anyway.”
“But-”
“No buts. We’re both better off like this. I promise.”
Turns out you weren’t.
Even though you went on about your usual everyday tasks as you always did, it still felt wrong to act as if your separation was mutual and happened without any conflict. You still went out with your friends to get drinks or celebrate a new military achievement, no matter whether Nikolai was coming along or not. Judging by the way you presented yourself, no one would know that you had just broken up with the man you had foolishly hoped to spend the rest of your life with.
But even though you tried to keep up the beaming and unbothered appearance, you weren’t happy. You missed him in every way. His presence, his touch, his comfort - just everything about him. Giving each other the cold shoulder didn’t necessarily help the situation. Still, you told yourself that you would eventually be happier without him. Until then, you just had to continue pretending.
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What I’m watching (cdrama edition)
I don’t really talk about cdramas on this blog except for this one ask I responded to over 1 1/2 years ago. I’ve been branching out and watching more Chinese-language shows lately, so I thought I’d share what I’ve been watching.
Already watched:
《想见你》 Someday or One Day
Unless I’m forgetting something, this was the first Chinese-language show I ever finished (I previously started but abandoned a few others). It’s a love story but also a mystery and kind of a time travel story, so it really has something for everyone. I am not a romance fan, but I ended up crying over the relationship. I was somewhat disappointed by the movie version, which only made me think more highly of the show honestly.
《开端》 Reset
I couldn’t watch this show late at night because it really got my adrenaline pumping, and I just couldn’t turn it off! If you want a show that that will have you on the edge of your seat but also has a more human side, then definitely check this out. The characters were very memorable, and the show was the perfect length in my opinion. I think this show deserved all the hype it got.
《流星花园》（2018） Meteor Garden (2018)
I decided to check this out because I’ve seen a lot of reference to Meteor Garden over the years. I chose the 2018 version because I could not bring myself to look at 2001 hairstyles. This show starts out as kind of an enemies-to-lovers story but then shifts to just a romance story. My interest waned a bit by the second half—I think they should have kept it under 40 episodes. I also didn’t really care for the subplots involving the secondary characters.
《摇滚狂花》 Rock it, Mom
This was a very short drama and a quick watch. It’s about a has-been rock singer reuniting with her estranged daughter. At first, it felt fresh and interesting, but it got old fast. I felt like the characters didn’t have much growth or development. I also found the ending to be unsatisfying.
Currently watching:
《消失的孩子》 The Disappearing Child
I've been watching this show gradually with my friends, and we’re almost done! We’re all really enjoying it. As the name suggests, there is a child who disappears, but there’s also two other storylines involved. We were going crazy trying to guess how the three would connect. Now that the plotlines are starting to converge, the payoff is insane. This show will hook you instantly but also keep you on your toes.
《猎罪图鉴》 Under the Skin
I am about 1/3 through this show, which I’m watching...with my dad! It follows an artist working as a police sketch artist and a police detective, both of who are haunted by a past murder that connects them. I don’t think this show is very realistic, and it’s also hard to follow at times, but I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes.
《你安全吗？》 Are You Safe?
I watched the first few episodes of this show but then stopped because I was watching too many shows at once. I’m determined to at least give it another go. So far it’s about a man who works as a technology consultant/vigilante hacker(?). I’m not sure where it’s going because frankly I don’t remember what has happened so far.
《她和她的她》 Shards of Her
I literally just started this show, so I don’t even really know what it’s about or what will happen. But it looked interesting, and I heard it was good.
On my radar/watchlist:
《隐秘的角落》 The Bad Kids
《沉默的真相》 The Long Night
《狂飙》 The Knockout
《摩天大楼》 A Murderous Affair in Horizon Tower (shoutout to @liu-anhuaming)
《回来的女儿》 Homesick
As you may have noticed, I’m mostly interested in short mystery/crime shows. Police lingo is difficult for me to understand, but hopefully I will improve as I watch more shows!
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*deep breath*
Y’ALL.
Okay, so I’d seen the cuddling videos and wasn’t really sure what to expect with this one...
...excuse me, their WHAT now?
This feels like a fic prompt. Like the writers just...browsed Rhink Tumblr for an idea that Wouldn’t Go Too Far.
Rhett was just demonstrating, but Link couldn’t help himself and was like “ME FIRST!”
Dude, you’re not covering your a** at all with this, but nice try.
WHY DOES LINK HAVE THIS DREAMY-EYED ~*MY HEART STOPS WHEN HE SAYS MY NAME~* LOOK IN HIS EYES LIKE??!? WE ARE BARELY INTO THE EP.
Is Link like, unable to hug people (or maybe just Rhett?) with his eyes open? If so, that is so adorable and I can’t deal with it, excuse me while I walk into the sea.
Not Link’s hand pressing and Rhett’s chin pressing fOr ScIeNcE.
LINK’S ~*FACE~* IS JUST PURE BLISS (and I’m sure he wasn’t low-key thinking that if Rhett just tilted his head down a lil’ further, it’d be a forehead kiss).
LINK LOCKING HIS HANDS LIKE THIS LIKE IT WAS THE 1800S AND HE WAS WONDERING WHEN RHETT WOULD RETURN FROM THE WAR.
Link couldn’t let go. ;-; PLS. HALP.
DAYUM just calling Link out; I wouldn’t have noticed, but now I cannot unthink about the locked hands ;-;
Link patted Noah because only Rhett has a key to his lock... ;-;
Charles Lincoln “Who’s jealous? I’m not jealous” Neal III
...
I watched this clip back and it DEFINITELY wasn’t...am I alone in this?
Either way...someone is jelllyyyyyyy.
Maybe Link just wanted an excuse to talk about his Rick Rubin dream...science is still out on what exactly dreams meme but THIS is kinda telling, just sayin’... ;)
RHETT’S FACE AFTERWARD, BY THE WAY
Not the mirrored stances ;-;
Link’s facial expressions through this entire episode look positively o*gasmic whenever he’s hugging Rhett.
CHASE’S LIL FACE IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE HERE (and hey, I’d ship this ;) )
“You want to envelope me?” ;-; (And also, fun fact, if you are shorter than your partner, and they wanna be little spoon, just shift so that your head is resting slightly above theirs and wrap an arm around their waist).
THIS IS SO TENDER I JUST ;-; And Rhett’s face is pressed up right against Link’s nealples.
“DON’T WORRY” SHUT UP I AM CRYING ;-;
*UGLY SOBBING* OH MY FREAKING GOD
...Uh, okay...not where I was expecting this ep. to go but...
Stevie giving 11/10 commentary, and also can I just point out RHETT’S. FACE.
JEALOUSY, TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA
SWIMMING THROUGH SICK LULLABIES, CHOKING ON YOUR ALIBIS
Yeah, real coherent response there Rhett.
Rhett suggesting they just *actually* make out. As if he could handle the FEELS. I wish someone would have called his bluff. XD
Rhett is the Princess of Genovia, I don’t make the rules. (peach-worthy and I were totally on the same page with this one ;) ).
So...what exactly do you want to feel from these hugs, Rhett?
HE JUST SAYS IT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT AND HE JUST GOES AND SAYS IT.
Rhett low-key panicking.
:O WAIT
...You...YOU’RE GOING TO DEMONSTRATE THIS?!?!?
This screencap is unedited. Noah is all of us. (And okay okay, so they didn’t REALLY kiss obviously, but a girl can dream right?)
And so, it’s time for Stevie to reveal if leaning to the left when you hug someone is more romantic or platonic. And Link is just like “I’m just gonna put in a Superman pose and pretend that everything here is for science.”
Link is fidgeting SO MUCH here.
Finally, a man of truth. ;)
But is his guess correct?
Rhett and Link standing there just re-evaluating their entire lives.
CLEARLY THE SCIENE IS WRONG.
Rhett grasping onto this for dear life.
Stevie...that is fanfic writing ma’am.
Oh no. WhatEVER will they do? ;)
He’s not wrong, but it’ll come back to haunt him a bit later. ;)
Jessie is such a real one <3
Rhett beckoning Link for them to try the five second hug before pedaling tf BACK, in fear that he seems too eager.
...for what? In case it goes on too long? XD
Link fighting the urge to lock his hands ;-;
Link truly is unable to hug Rhett without looking entirely blissful. Rhett patting Link’s back and counting out the pats to take away some of his own worry, but Link, even still, looks happy anyway.
Noah is all of us looking on.
NOT LINK ON HIS TIPPY TOES ;-;
Link Neal and his PROJECTION.
...you guys good there? lol
LINK SHUT UP THAT IS SO SWEET I CANNOT. ;-;
YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE.* SURE RHETT.
RHETT YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AFTERWARDS. ;-;
Not this mirroring...
YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE*, SO LESS SPICE IT UP WITH OUR OWN FANFIC?!?! HELLO?!?! EXCUSE ME?!?! (Omfg my stream of consciousness screenshotting self named this “you mean like your mission trip?” D:)
I think I’ve read this fic before...
IM SCREAMING?!!?!?!? THIS CANON DIVERGENCE?!?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!?!
OH GOD AND LINK TOOK THIS SO SERIOUSLY. NOT ONLY DID HE UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT, HE WENT FOR THE EXTRA CREDIT. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Noah’s face once again being all of ours.
*UGLY SOBBING* LINK PLS.
RHETT AND NOW YOU SAY THIS?!? LINK AT LEAST TRIED TO “DEFEND” Y’ALL, WITH THE MENTION OF “THE CONVERSATION” HELPING.
STEVIE HAS BEEN TRYING TO MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN SINCE DAY 1, I GUARANTEE IT.
This is their suggestion and I JUST...pls I need (another?) Mythical OT4 beach ep.
Link just SINKING into the hug.
...WTF auto-generated closed captions?
THE EFFING NUZZLE I IRL SQUEAKED!!!!
Me trying to recover from this ep.
Idk what part of the ep this was in, but I need a GMM London trip because of reasons.
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