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ghostfacd · 5 months

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YES I KNOW THAT HE’S MY EX! | TOM BLYTH

pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary. you knew tom was your ex, and that you should probably stay away, but that’s never stopped you before

part 1 | installment of this au (please read for more context!)

ynuser :)

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user1 im loving the aesthetic

user2 THE BIKINI TOP IS SO CUTE

user3 put them toes awayyyy

rachelzegler i pay attention to things that most people ignore (this isn’t your car.)

➥ user4 PLEASE?? not rachel using yn’s own lyrics on her

➥ user5 IS THIS TOM’S CAR??

user6 i may be delulu but those r tom blyth’s mfing hands.

user7 he has her hair tie on; i repeat, tom blyth literally has yn’s hair tie on

When Tom had messaged you saying he wanted to talk, no matter how much you knew it was a bad idea, you decided to agree to it anyway.

The breakup had ended pretty badly. Although it was an agreement between you and Tom, that didn’t mean that’s what the both of you truly wanted.

The reason the two of you broke up in the first place was that Tom was talking too much about your future, which wasn’t a bad thing — but it overwhelmed you. You weren’t ready to settle down, not yet, at least. You and Tom had only been dating for a few months, and although it was all sweet and loving, you knew that getting engaged this early was like asking for a disaster to strike.

He was upset. Clearly. He loved you, you loved him, so why was it such an inconvenience for you to agree to take the leap in your relationship? That caused a blown out argument between you two, and by the end of it, you had agreed breaking up was the right thing.

You had a acting and music career to focus on, and Tom had an acting career that was just at the beginning of its success. You felt that it wasn’t right to put a distraction into his life.

“Is this a bad idea?” You ask breathlessly as you pull away from the kiss. You can’t help but stare into Tom’s eyes, which held a language of their own.

“Maybe,” he says, wiping the corner of your mouth. “But who cares?”

Who cares. Right. Well surely, it was a bad idea to meet up with your ex, much less kiss him, and although alarms were baring in your head that you probably shouldn’t—you go in for a second kiss, this time, Tom doesn’t let you go, cradling you close to his body.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to take the next step in our relationship, I’m fine if you’re not ready yet. I just want you, okay?”

And how could any girl possibly reject Tom Blyth when he’s begging so prettily? Certainly not you.

tomblyth and ynuser both posted an instagram story !

ynsbiggestfan THE GIRLS AND I AFTER SEEING THE STORIES ON INSTA

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user8 IM ACTUALLY DYING BC NO WAY WAS THAT A COINCIDENCE

user9 they’re connected they cant be far away from each other

user10 she’s my Heather 💔💔

➥ user12 fr i wish tom was that inlove w me

user13 so this is why rachel said that wasn’t yn’s car

➥ user14 ITS ALL MAKING SENSE NOW

sean.kauf photo dumpy

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ynuser pic creds ?? 🤬

➥ sean.kauf 🤓🤓

user15 wait im confused, is she together with tom again or is she with sean..

user16 Ykw i cant even be mad, if i was as hot as yn, i’d have two bfs too!

➥ user17 REAL SHIIT

tomblyth fun fact: the 2nd pic is sean third wheeling after forcing me and yn to speak to each other

➥ user17 TOM CONFIRMED IT IM DEAD

user18 all the yn haters must feel stupid asf rn after accusing yn of being with sean

➥ user19 literally cause all 3 of them are literally close 😭😭 like why would sean date yn, he’s literally friends with tom

user20 if yn isn’t dating sean let me have him omg

ynuser yes i know that he’s my ex but can’t two people reconnect !!!!!

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user21 this took the cake.

user22 time to cry again bc tom blyth is off the market

user23 she got him wrapped around her finger FR

user24 THE THIRD PIC OF THEM 🥹🥹

user25 THE CAPTION OUUU GIRLY IS BRAVE

tomblyth i only see you as a friend (the biggest lie i’ve ever said)

➥ user26 I CHOKED

➥ user27 THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGERS ARE CRYING RN

#coriolanus snow angst #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games x reader

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justafewsmallsteps · 1 month

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Late, but I’ve been dying to make some work for @kagomes-hanakotobamatsuri ! Here's to make up for Week 1 where I chose the red hibiscus to represent passion. Along with it I wrote a (kinda spicy) little prologue to this piece, which I'm now titling Genki. This can stand alone though!

Genki, The Prologue (((Word Count: 933 /// Warning for Alcohol use and dubious consent)))

This was a remarkably dumb idea. That thought briefly flitted about in Kagome’s mind, but was overshadowed by the vodka-induced adrenaline telling her to go for it. She was in her final semester of university. She’d been stressed and uptight and severely lacking a social life or any real kind of self-indulgence for over a year now, and once this break was over, she would return to Tokyo and strap in for the toughest final stretch of her academic career. Her friends had pestered her nonstop about what a shut-in she’d become, and Kagome was tired of being known as the group’s wet blanket. So tonight, just tonight, she would allow herself to have fun.

And tonight, at this random party in Osaka, fun was a very attractive guy that she dragged into a corner to make out with aggressively. He was so pretty—at least that’s what she believed. Her eyes were closed and she was pretty drunk, so maybe he was average looking in sobering daylight, but perhaps not. He was admittedly a clumsy kisser, shy and cute, and somehow that was turning her on more.

She didn’t ask his name, nor did she give hers. It went against all her instincts. She was always known for forming connections and bonding with people. Her friends told her she wasn’t the type to throw caution to the wind. She’d never have a wild hookup. She’d always been so responsible. Kagome didn’t take pride or shame in that as an attribute, but god she hated being told what she wasn’t capable of. She was capable of dressing up and going out, she was capable of drinking too much and loosening up, and she was absolutely capable of finding a hot guy to have sex with in a closet. And she was here now in her skimpy red dress to prove it.

“Is this a good idea?” The hot stranger asked, panting as Kagome hiked up her skirt and began fumbling with his jeans.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to think tonight.” She finally got the button undone and pulled his pants down.

“You’re okay with this? I think we’re both—“

She shoved her mouth on his fervently, tongue thrusting back into his mouth, hoping she could convince him to shut up before he made too much sense.

“Drunk,” he finished, but sounded out of breath and dopey.

“I’m okay with this.” He was single. He said he was clean. Those were the only two extra qualifiers that she had needed before she threw herself into his arms. “You want me?”

It was apparently a struggle for him to answer her properly when her hand was already in his boxers, but he managed a, “Yes,” into her shoulder as she pushed them down.

They were in a closet for heaven’s sake. There wasn’t much time or space, but Kagome was wasted and determined as she wrangled them onto the floor, straddling him in the cramped space.

“Good, because I want you,” she confessed into the crook of his neck.

Apparently that hit some kind of switch, because at that moment he grabbed her hip with one hand, and yanked her panties aside with the other, entering her with a groan.

“Oh! Oh yes.” She threw her head back as she clung to his shoulders. They weren’t wasting any time. “Yes, yes, yes!” It was amazing. She’d never felt this hot in her life. “How is this so good?”

“No clue,” he replied. “It’s you, I swear. Or the alcohol.”

She would’ve laughed or thanked him or something, but she was so caught up in the moment that she simply nodded. In the darkness, every sensation seemed to multiply—the squeeze of his hands, the heat of his lips, the oh so satisfying way he fit into her.

“Yes! There! There, there!” It only took a few minutes of rocking up and down, but Kagome was so turned on that she reached her peak just moments later. “So good. You’re incredible!”

In turn he finished to her encouraging moans.

And that was that. After only a brief moment to collect her breath, Kagome kissed his cheek sweetly. “Thank you. That was amazing. That was just what I needed and so much more.”

“Y-you’re welcome,” she couldn’t make out his expression in the dark, but his voice was shaky.

“Do you mind staying back for a minute? I… I’m trying to prove something dumb to my friends, so I’ve got to disappear.”

“You have to?” He was so cute that Kagome almost gave in and asked his name, but she was stubbornly holding onto her pride, so she got up before this turned into something more. It would be just like her to get all mushy and exchange numbers and make it all romantic. No. Not this time.

“I have to,” she confirmed. “But it’s not because of anything you did wrong. You’re really wonderful and you seem very nice.”

“You too.”

“Too nice, according to my friends. Nice and boring.”

“You ain’t boring, that’s for sure.”

She giggled. “Just for tonight.”

“Lucky me.”

“I’m glad you think so. I’m really happy it was you, for the record. I hope you don’t feel like I used you, whoever you are, hot stuff.”

He almosted coughed at the nickname. “You made my night, I promise. Get out there and give ‘em hell.”

Kagome nodded, her legs a little wobbly. Then she turned the knob and let herself out, emerging smug and satisfied, but with a slight pang in her heart for the guy she’d left in the closet.

No, she assured herself. No regrets.

#inuyasha #kagome higurashi #kagshanakotoba #khm2024 #jelly art #jelly fic #inukag #if you know me hahaha #but i guess it could be kagome x male of your choice #if that's what you want #justafewsmallsteps

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backwardsbread · 1 month

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CHRIST! your writing is absolutely gorgeous, i love it so much <3

i was wondering if i could request a husk x reader angst, where it's extermination day and reader gets severely injured while protecting husk? kinda something like an executioner lunges at husk while his back is turned so reader saves him from dying but in turn ends up dying instead? as the reader is dying they're also trying to comfort husk, telling him that they wanted to save him. probably a scene where husk is shaking the readers dead body begging them to wake up, that they were supposed to be the one who died and not them????

(i am a sucker for husk angst, and there isn't enough of it ; ;)

Oh my- oh my gosh- LISTEN- I KNOW IM USUALLY A FLUFF WRITER

But this is awesome and I’m a sucker for angst. Yall have no idea. >:)

Ask and you shall receive~

Husk x GN!Reader ANGST

~Live Happy~

Warnings‼️:Angst, gore, blood, heartbreak, descriptions of death, descriptions of grief, not a happy ending, the author is TERRIBLE at writing fight scenes, swearing, Pentious’ is mentioned but barely acknowledged.

~Semi proofread~

Extermination day was here.

The hotel was prepared, armed with the hotel’s residents and Rosie’s Rebellious Cannibals. The sky split, golden light pouring down on Hell’s dark cities. The sight would’ve been beautiful under any other circumstance, something you had hoped to see when death crept up on you. But as villainous angels swooped down from the portal to the golden realm, reality struck like a knife.

As much as you wished to be living afterlife comfortably, with no threats or potential harm to come,

You weren’t completely alone.

“Now! For yours souls!” Vaggie shouts, causing you to grip your angelic weapon tighter. Adrenaline pumps through your veins making your heart quicken its pace. Your hands trembled slightly against your hold on the weapon. The moment didn’t feel real, how had it come to this? You had tunnel vision towards the direction of the portal.

“You ready for this, hot shot?” You hear to your side, making your head snap in the direction where it came from.

There you saw Husk, offering a grin to you. Of course he was nervous, equally as nervous as you were. Husk’s eyes shook wildly with anxiety, gripping some explosive dice in his palm. You felt a boost of confidence, knowing that whatever was to happen, Husk would be there.

Your relationship with Husk only started when you found the hotel on a whim. You had ‘joined’ the princess’ team when you just needed a place to stay and keep safe. So much that did for you when war was about to commence.

But you wouldn’t have traded your impulsive decision to go to the hotel for anything. Sure, the reason the Hazbin Hotel existed was for redemption, something that felt so unfit for you. However, through your stay, you made friends and memories that put your old life to shame.

Husk being one of the most influential players in you staying and fighting for the hotel. At first Husk was tough, hard as nails and sharp as a knife. You shared a few drinks with him on late nights, not really speaking much until you were too tipsy to comprehend words leaving your mouth. It was something Husk was used to. Sinners coming to his bar, getting drunk, and spilling their guts to him.

Husk found your company different than the rest of the hotel members. You were oftentimes quiet, which he could appreciate. But you had a way of being able to sense his emotions. Anytime he was frustrated, he found you somehow just knowing and trying to find a way to calm him. Your company was more intoxicating than any liquor he could get his hands on in Hell.

Did Husk gain certain feelings for you just because you were willing to listen to him? Highly possible.

Was he ever going to act on those feelings? Not in this afterlife, maybe the next.

He couldn’t bear the thought of you guys growing distance all because he couldn’t get a grip. He could put on a brave face and stayed mature, never willing to ruin the bond you both shared.

Unaware of the effects Husk had on you by his little comment, a smirk works its way on your lips. You chuckle, twirling the angelic weapon in your hand.

“As I’ll ever be, whiskers.” You comment back, letting Husk roll his eyes at the nickname you called him. He had no time to come back with any witty banter.

There were more pressing matters at hand.

Surviving.

Battle started, angels swooping down with weapons at the ready. Aimlessly swinging and stabbing at demons ready to rebel. You were never a fantastic fighter, but if meant for your soul, for you to see afterlife better than this, you’d fight until your legs couldn’t carry you anymore.

It didn’t take long for Alastor to form a shield around the hotel and its rebellious sinners. His laugh echoed loud against the shields walls that formed, causing the angels trapped inside and be slaughtered. The sound of explosions, the smell of dirt and angelic blood, it was intoxicating. Revenge felt so sweet as you plunged your angelic weapon into an angel’s gut, letting them fall from grace. You yanked your weapon out, the silver now coated in liquid gold.

When the angel’s movements came to a halt, you couldn’t help but grin. It felt so freeing, all those years in Hell you stayed scared and hidden. Now it was the angels who looked weak by your hand. Your senses filled with empowerment, hope for the future as you continued your slaughter.

With a loud boom, the ground beneath you shook. Hell’s red skies got brighter as Alastor’s shield slowly cracked away, broken by Adam who wore a sinister grin. Your eyes widened, as more angels found the opportunity to swoop down and attack. You took a few steps back, pupils beginning to shake.

There were so many of them.

Your shoulder collided with Husk’s as you backed up. You stumbled a bit, looking over at Husk, gripping your weapon tighter in case he was an enemy. Husk put his hands up in defense. You relax once you see who you had bumped into, seeing no threat. Husk sees the panic in your eyes, how your body started to freeze in fear of any movement that would cause attention to you. He gently grabs your forearm. Despite how unsure he was about how this was all going to play out, he wanted- needed- to keep you safe. And part of that was making sure you were not frozen in fear, waiting for an angel to come attack you.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.. we’ve got this. Just stick with me, okay?” Husk held your forearm, pulling you closer to him. Your body, like a dog to a dinner bell, instinctively relaxed under his touch. How long had he had this power over you? Even in war, Husk’s presence felt so warm.

Your eyes catch something behind Husk, making them widened. You pull on Husk’s arm, dragging him behind you. With a need to protect, you plunge your angelic weapon into an angel’s throat, that had just been behind Husk, ready to strike. The angel falls limp against your weapon, falling to the ground. Golden blood sprays out of the angel’s neck as your rip your weapon out. You wipe your face with your sleeve, looking back at Husk who looked shocked yet amused by your sudden attack.

“Stick together.” You say, a new sense of accomplishment running through your veins at Husk’s silent approval.

And that is how you fought, making sure you had your friend’s backs whenever they needed. You weren’t alone. You were all fighting for a cause you weren’t sure you really believed in. This wasn’t just a fight for Charlie though. It was to prove that despite how something beyond you decided you were demonic, you weren’t helpless.

Holy light struck the ground, making it shake once again. You looked up to see Adam, shooting rays of golden light down at you and your team. Where was Alastor?? Wasn’t he supposed to be fending off Adam-

Realization hits like a freight train. It got harder and harder to fend off the angels, especially now with Adam’s brutal attacks. You watch Pentious’ ship suddenly start to fly its way right towards Adam.

“That crazy motherfucker..” You hear AngelDust mutter, watching Pentious’ ship head straight towards Adam, its death ray lighting up. In the blink of an eye, the ship disappeared with a single shot of holy light towards it. Your eyes widen as your heart shatters a bit.

Charlie falls to her knees, Vaggie moving down to comfort her. You hang your head low, swearing under your breath and wiping away the tears that threatened to fall. You didn’t even have time to grieve the loss that just happened. You hear Charlie growl under her breath, losing control of herself over the loss of someone she had promised to protect.

She called for Razzle and Dazzle, the two once small rams turning to dragons as Charlie let her true colors show. Vaggie and Charlie flew off towards Adam, a thirst for revenge of a fallen solider evident.

But that left you, Husk, Angel, and Cherri down alone, with the army of cannibals whose numbers were quickly falling. You were exhausted but had no time to pause, each exorcist attacking right after another. As you stabbed through another exorcist, each breath made your lungs feel like fire, unable to get a real breath in.

“Agh—! Fuck-!” You hear Husk swear, causing you to turn in his direction. You watch an exorcist pull him down by his ankle out of the sky. The exorcist yanked Husk to the ground. Husk was quick to regain himself, reaching into his pocket for more explosive dice. Before he can grab it out, the clever exorcist stabbed their spear through Husk’s wing.

Husk cried out in pain, now being pinned down on his stomach. The spear had gone through the base of his wing and now dug into the ground below him, making him unable to move without tearing his wing in two. Husk panted, also out of breath from the intense battle. He tried to get up, but the exorcist’s boot shoved into his back, keeping him down.

The exorcist chuckles in sickening amusement. They reach down towards an angel’s body, grabbing a dagger. Husk’s eyes widened as he found no escape from the angel. Heart pumping hard in his chest as if it was the last time it would be able to.

Your legs burned, your chest heaved with unsteady breaths, and all you could see was red. Your feet carry you, your body moving before your mind can keep up. Gripping your weapon, you stab it through the exorcist who had Husk down. Stabbing where their shoulder met their arm. The exorcist cried out in pain, looking back at you. The exorcist made a sloppy swing with their dagger in your direction. You catch their arm, swinging them back behind you. The exorcist landed on their injury, a loud snap making them scream out in agony.

Husk barely saw what you did, his vision fuzzy from the adrenaline high. He tried to move, but yelped when his wing started to tear because of the exorcists spear. Your attention falls back on Husk, panicking when you saw the spear keeping him against the ground. You bend down, grabbing the handle of the spear, you hesitate. You look down at Husk apologetically.

“This is gonna hurt.” Giving Husk no other time to process, you pull to spear out of his wing. Husk swears at you loudly, wings shrinking in towards his body as blood pours down his wings, the crimson color blending in with his feathers. Meanwhile, the exorcist who had you had tossed to the side, weakly got to their knees.

“You fucking-..” Husk growled out, shooting a glare at you. His harsh eyes turn to confused ones as he watched you go over to a fallen exorcist, ripping their shirt. You’re quick to move back to Husk, wrapping the thing cloth around his wing. It was barely able to stay due to the size of Husk’s wings, but it would due until the battle was over. The bloodthirsty exorcist made a weak attempt to crawl over to you and Husk, gripping their dagger tight.

“Thank you..” Husk mutters, eyes softening towards you as your tightened the cloth around his wound. You look towards him, offering a small reassuring smile.

“No problem, pussycat.” You shoot back, standing to your feet. Husk rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the grin on his face. You take in a deep breath, holding your hand out to Husk.

“Now let’s-!” Sharp. A pulsing sharp pain in your gut that twisted violently before being yanked out. Blood sprayed onto Husk’s face from the harsh stab.

Warmth. Warm blood that gushed from the fresh open wound, coating your skin, making it shine like rubies. Hot tears involuntarily fell from the pain that coursed through your body.

Shock. All you could hear was ringing, all you could see were tears. Your knees gave out as the angel behind you lifted their weapon to deliver a final blow to you. With the sound of a muted gunshot, you felt the angel fall against the back of your legs.

Cold. Your body chilled in Hell’s fiery atmosphere. It almost felt refreshing if the pain wasn’t sitting beside it. A hand came over your gut, where your stomach split, hand getting soaked in blood. You leaned forward, hand that wasn’t over your wound catching you so you wouldn’t face-plant. Lifting your hand, you saw pretty red liquid running down your arm.

Blank. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t hear. Letting out a breath felt like torture as you coughed painfully, blood spitting out of your mouth. You barely even felt strong arms lifting you and sprinting out of lines of fire. Black patterned wings acting as a shield to you and..

Husk.. you look up, seeing Husk with panicked eyes. He looked to be shouting, but despite his close proximity, you couldn’t seem to hear his words. Husk ran to the side of the hotel, panting as he did a quick glance to make sure no angel’s were following him. He bent down with you in his arms, your eyes staring blankly back at him.

Adrenaline stopped pumping, causing more intense pain to shoot through your body. You back felt like it was on fire. It felt like your guts were being ripped out slowly.

“Hey! Don’t you do this! No no no no, come on now!” Husk’s voice finally made way to your ears. Your eyes darted to his. He was frantic, looking at your injury then around as if someone could come help. He pressed his palm down on your injury, making you scream in pain.

“I know I know I know— shit!” Husk shielded you with his wings. His weak attempts in stopping your bleeding felt hopeless.

God- his eyes still seemed to draw you in. Even while frantic, you felt nothing but love for Husk. Love? Geez why did death always have to interrupt. Why did it always make you realize things a little too late? You didn’t want to die. You weren’t ready to find out what was beyond afterlife. Was there nothing? Was it light? Was it dark? Was it the heaven you always wished to see? In the back of your mind you knew it was the end, but your life felt less important than Husk. You couldn’t just leave him, not like this.

Your bloodied hand reached up to hold his cheek, letting him look down at you. You felt his breaths coming out fast and shaky, his hand pressing down harder as your blood pooled around his fingers. You hissed in pain, grip tightening on him. Your breath came out slow and labored, trying hard to keep strong in the last moments you’d have with the one soul you didn’t want to leave.

“It’s okay..” You managed to whisper, immediately regretting speaking from the way it made your body move. Husk shook his head quickly.

“No, no. Shut the fuck up, okay? Don’t go saying anything, we’ll fix this..! I’ll fix it, just give me time, please.” Husk glanced towards where your friends were battling. Now that they were down two more people, heavy hitters at that, they struggled to keep the angelic army at bay.

As if you could read Husk’s mind, like you always did, you spoke, “They need you, Husk.. don’t leave them..” you mutter, your thumb moving shakily to rub Husk’s cheek. Husk shook his head again at you, pulling you close to his body.

“It— it can wait. I’m not leaving you here! Are you crazy?? Just wait and I’ll-!”

“Husker.” Husk’s eyes dart down to you. Looking you up and down, his heart dropped. Your eyelids and body felt like dumbbells. A weight on your body that made it slow. His hand covered in your blood as the wound only spilled more. But despite it,

You smiled.

Husk couldn’t take it, he couldn’t keep losing people. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. Not for this cause you seemingly were dragged into. Why were you smiling at him??

“Stop it. Stop, no- quit it! You’re not doing this to me!” Husk was desperate for any salvation. He’d repent, he’d quit booze, he’d do anything to keep you here and breathing. He watched you blink heavily, trying to stay awake for him. You leaned your head into him.

“I’m sorry, Husk.. I can’t..” your body felt so heavy. Everlasting slumber approaching, making your body feel numb. You couldn’t even feel the pain anymore, only Husk’s arms around you, desperately trying to keep you here.

“Stop! What am I supposed to do??” Tears pricked at Husk’s eyes and were quick to stream down his face, “How am I supposed to live this Hell without you??” He asked desperately, as if the guilt of dying would somehow convince your body not to give up.

You smile to him felt like a taunt. A tease of the future ones that could’ve been. “The same way you did with me..”

“Happily.”

Husk felt frozen at your words, tears falling from his face and onto your body. How was he supposed to.. no not like this. He couldn’t. Not without you there. Your absence would be a void he would never be able to fill. He slowly shook his head, sobs wracking his body that he desperately tried to keep back. You did nothing but close your eyes, pressing your face against his stomach.

“Eternity is too long to suffer for its entirety..” you mutter, breath shallow as your grip on Husk loosened. “Don’t let me.. make you suffer..” you mumble, voice barely audible.

Warmth. Comfort. Soft was the last breath you let out, all strength leaving your body as your body relaxed to rest. Your heavy eyes drooping nearly shut as all life behind them faded to whatever was after this Hell. Husk watched your body fall limp, his grip on your growing tighter in false hope you would hold him back.

Words unspoken. Husk kept his wings around your body, letting out choked sobs while he whispered how sorry he was. How he couldn’t protect you. Hell had taken his pride, his soul, and now his heart. Hell tore everything away from him.

Whatever made him deserve it, he’d go back and do it over and over again to get it right.

If it meant you could’ve been there.

——————————BONUS———————————

Husk flipped a light switch, the sudden harsh light making him groan and squint. He rubbed his eyes, walking down a memorized path just outside the entrance of the hotel. He never was a morning person, he hated getting up so early just to be met with a raging headache from the prior night. He grumbled to himself, going over to a bench at the side of the hotel. He sat down with a huff, setting down the extra mug of coffee he had made next to him.

“Mornin’..” He mumbled, taking a sip of his own coffee that, the warm liquid making his body relax. His greeting was met with silence, something that felt all too familiar ever since the last extermination day. He sighs, leaning back against the bench, and looking up at the wall.

Where a portrait of you was hung right next to Sir Pentious’.

“So you’ll never believe the night I had..” Husk started, going on about last nights quarrels in the hotel. Keeping you updated on any events you were missing out on. Just how it used to be.. the gossip you would share with one another. Quietly judging the other hotel attendees, ranting about your day, or whispering sweet words to another.

An effort to soothe Husk’s grief at the loss of you.

“..and because Lucifer is stayin’ I keep finding these fucking rubber ducks everywhere..! The guy seriously has a problem, I tell ya.. you’d get a kick out of it.” Husk finished off his little rant, sipping the last of his coffee. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the lobby lights inside the hotel flick all the way on, showing someone (most likely Charlie) was up as well. Husk sighed, looking up at your portrait again.

A painted smile on the canvas, one he missed the warmth and comfort of. He held his knees, slowly getting up. He stretched his arms over his head, before reaching down and grabbing your cup of coffee, still full but now gone cold. He gently raised the glass a bit towards your portrait.

“Live Happy..” he muttered, a motto he now followed ever since your dying words. As much as the words made his heart feel heavy, he would try. Try and live happy.

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captainwans · 3 months

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AM ERA! (smau)

— ALEX TURNER

arabella series

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: some iconic and memorable moments on social media during the am era.

timeline: 2014

note: to clear up any confusion, the song arabella in this universe/series is based on a movie y/n did. + and also this format / layout is heavily inspired by my love @ithinkimokeei 🩶

masterlist!

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yourinstagram she’s got a barbarella silver swimsuit … 🪽

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username THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING ‼️

username doing cartwheels across the highway- 🤸‍♀️ why are they so attractive

username mom and dad looks so hot

breanahelders looking beautiful wifey 😙

yourinstagram got it from you <3

elizabetholsenofficial because i love waking up in the morning getting hit by visuals 😩

username lizzie is so real for that

username mother

username alex looks so fucking good i wanna jump off a cliff

username the fact that y/n didn’t know arabella was about her until a fan told her during a comic con panel will forever not be iconic

username lmao even the mcu cast was shocked that she didn’t know 😭

username had to replay that funny moment between y/n and scarlett where scar almost had a whiplash bc y/n had no idea

username our baby is so clueless it’s so cute

mileskane who’s that sexy cinnamon bun on the left? 😏

yourinstagram definitely not your man

username IM CACKLING SO LOUD

username pls y/n is so savage i love her

mileskane and you’re claiming him as your man?

username ohh dramaaaaa

yourinstagram and what if i did? 👀

username GASP- does this mean that alex and y/n are dating?!!!

mileskane it’s okay luv it’s just a phase it will go away ❤️

username hahaahahahahah miles

username i’m crying this is too funny

katiee_cook_ this comment section is so funny me and jamie are dying from laughter

yourinstagram mileskane unfortunately it is not just a phase 🥲

username wait y/n does this mean you and al are together?!! hello??

username girl you can’t just leave us hanging like that 😭😭 we NEED TO KNOW

username wait so arabella is actually about her?

yourbestfriend those of you who haven’t watched arabella clearly shows

username fr the song doesn’t even make sense if you haven’t watched the movie

username CAN SOMEONE PLS CONFIRM IF THEY’RE DATING??

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enews to answer the question on y/n’s famous instagram post… the answer is YES! (📷: unknown)

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username I KNEW IT

username IM CRYING HAPPY TEARS FINALLY

username idk if i wanna be him or be with her

yourbestfriend same

username y/bsf/n is so real for this

username they look so happy

username mileskane has been real quiet ever since enews posted

username i’m fine (i’m not)

username now who leaked these pictures of me and my man? 🤫

yourinstagram first miles and now i have to fight my way through fans 😭 this is a battle

mileskane yeah username get in line 🙄

username speaking of the devil… hi miles!!

username and he has arrived!!

username good luck dealing with seventeen year old girlies who want you dead 🥲

username bro what is marvel doing here liking this post i’m cackling

marvel don’t blame us we were just as curious as you folks 🙈

username alex could do better than this pretentious hollywood whore

username who are you calling a whore???!

yourbestfriend say that again i dare you bitch

breanahelders if you don’t have anything nice to say then keep it to yourself.

officialelizabetholsen jealousy doesn’t suit you honey. keep that energy elsewhere and let us celebrate this beautiful couple ✨

mileskane yourinstagram do i need to kill someone? just say the word love

username username the gang coming at your bitch

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yourinstagram okay… this is the last one i promise 🤭

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username queen we don’t mind post all you want

username THE HAND REPLACEMENT ALEX

username bi panic

katiee_cook_ obsessed 😍

yourinstagram with you 😙

username the way this music video has a chokehold on me-

youtube the visuals, artistry, lyrics, aesthetics, cinematography is just *chef kiss* ✨✨✨

username even youtube is speaking facts

officialelizabetholsen gorgeous gorgeous 💗 we miss you on set, babe!

yourinstagram miss you more, bug!! 🎀

username a match made in heaven

mileskane we get it you guys are couple goals ��

matthelders here we go again 🤦🏻

yourinstagram do i complain when you get to have him all by yourself on stage?

mileskane that doesn’t count!

yourinstagram you’re such a drama queen

username their dynamic i love them sm

username miles and y/n fighting over alex is so real bc same

username yourinstagram how does it feel to be a rockstar’s gf 😩 how does it feel to live our dream

yourinstagram it feels amazing 🙈💗

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ruershrimo · 17 days

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k. nobara x fem!reader | two pretty best friends??

synopsis: nobara is nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous. you're really gay and super in love even though you think her affection toward you is merely platonic. but then an encounter during the sister school goodwill event makes you discover that you're also super oblivious.

seriously, how do you simultaneously keep those two up?!

word count: ~2.7k, tws: not really anything besides (noritoshi) kamo trying to hit on you??? it makes sense when you read it lol ('tw kamo' LMAO), reader throws shade (?) on mai and noritoshi, reader is called a ‘little mouse’ but more because of demeanour rather than,,, her figure,,,

you meet kugisaki nobara for the first time in the concrete jungle of tokyo. there, she looks like magic in a person, pure magazine model material: dyed brown hair cut girlishly short, wild and frayed at its ends like a paintbrush that had accompanied its owner for years; eyes the hue of a saccharine sweet milk chocolate bar; her back straight and confident, bold and all in place, as if she is where she should be and she knows this. the pinnacle of beauty, this girl is, perfect picture on the cover of vogue.

she’s got skin that looks milky, silky; loved and kissed with her own tender, painstaking care, it seems. there’s a little bump on it— a blemish that goes unnoticed by the boys, covered by concealer, but it just makes her all the more beautiful.

you’re barely able to talk to her. your brain goes blank as if it’s short-circuited, stricken and frozen in place. she opens her mouth and a melody sings mellifluously like a restaurant cabaret from an old record in your grandparents’ house.

she’s magic.

the second time you meet her, she drags you out shopping and you follow her like a magnet, not even bothering to make a begrudging reply. you’re hauled along by the collar, almost, and you let her.

“I’m so glad that I’m not the only girl, honestly,” she states as the two of you walk along the pavement, “I can’t imagine having to handle those two all on my own, they must’ve been insufferable! actually, how did you deal with those idiots?”

you have no idea how, actually. but the boys, savants in some ways yet complete imbeciles in others (oh they really could be bumbling idiots sometimes)— would never understand or comprehend this, any of this. no being of the male species would; they wouldn’t notice the way her eyes catch the light, her irises bursting into a kaleidoscope of colour, or the way she sits so confident of herself, position relaxed and powerful and self-assured. they wouldn’t have the mind to see these things, all right in front of them, and appreciate these traits, admire them.

your words are almost caught in your throat; your reply comes out mangled and weak like asphyxiated fish from an iron net. “I– I don’t know, honestly,” you stutter, “I just, um, avoided them… but I guess it seems that they’re really close to each other already.”

“...hey, you okay?” she asks, grabbing hold of your hand. your heart stops and nearly flatlines, heat pooling up in your cheeks. the summer air feels hot. yet it swelters you even more as she inches closer to you, her breath— mint mouthwash and grape-flavoured, mouth-cooling gum— nearly burning literal assaults on your skin. “no need to be shy. I mean, the two of us have got to stick together, you know!”

“I’m– I’m okay, thanks. sorry.”

she pulls herself away, and the little circle you have around you misses her in her absence, almost whining as you remind yourself that if she were to get any closer to you in proximity, you could possibly faint, or things could get much worse.

“but seriously, if you’re a shy person, don’t let people pick on you or intimidate you!” she rolls up her sleeves, an impish yet valiant smile on her face, “I’ll beat them up if they do!”

the third time you meet her, she’s teaching you a better way to do your makeup. something simpler, she says, a trick she learned online, something meant to mimic the stuff of movie stars and their picture-perfect, freshly-kissed lips.

you don’t know how it’s gotten to this, though: your knees bent on the sofa as her legs are split on your lap (it looks less erotic than it sounds, you’re sure, but it still makes your brain feel like it’s being waved and wrung all over like a raggedy piece of cloth). she straddles your sides this way, snug between your lap and your stomach.

“then you’re supposed to just dab it all around like this,” she continues, the blistering heat in your head spreading through your body pervasively as she presses her thumb to your lips, catching your breath in your throat. she places her hand on the side of your face, her fingers caressing your jawline and her thumb resting on your cheek, so close to your eyes that you can see it in your peripheral vision as you stare up at her, rendered a complete and utter mess.

“come on, don’t be shy. stay still!”

“sorry, kugisaki…”

“hey,” she stops, her eyes boring into yours, unassuming and free of any sort of malintent, “don’t be so polite. you prostrate yourself too much, especially around me. seriously, don’t say sorry for everything, and just call me nobara, okay? we’ve got to help each other out— we’re both the girls of the group, the better half and all that. and we’re most of the only girls in this school. the ratio is crazy. so we’ve got to stick together and stuff, be comfortable with each other. no more apologies or self-doubts!”

every bit of contact her skin has with yours lays a blooming garden of goosebumps on your skin, from your cheek, sliding all the way down to your shoulder.

how could you act normal about this?

“see?” she asks, holding a mirror up to your face when she’s completed it. “you look beautiful! woah, I’m so good at this, honestly. it makes you feel pretty, right?”

you’d never be as beautiful as her. for a long time, you’d thought you’d never be beautiful at all.

but for once, you do. even if you won’t ever compare to her— and you guess nobody else ever could as well— it’s the way she says it, that gleam in her eye as she flashes you a grin while you marvel at how your face looks when it’s ‘dolled up’. you feel like you’re in a painting. like you’d been loved enough to be put in one.

so you smile back at her, your teeth bare after years of covering your face in pictures and dreading when you couldn’t. she makes you believe that you could be beautiful. maybe that’s what real beauty is. that’s why she herself is beauty beyond compare. “yeah.” if you think about it and believe it enough, then you could embody it. like this, people would want you because you think they would. like this, you could be knockout because you think you could. you’d always known that her confidence factored into her beauty.

“if you want, I could teach you how to put more makeup. it’s not that you need it to look ‘pretty’, but it would help you show others how you want to feel pretty. the reason why this looks good on you is because I did it to make your features stand out a little: see? you’ve got these gorgeous lips, so I made them look like that,” she highlights, “oh, yeah— want me to take a picture?”

“you like kugisaki?” fushiguro asks.

you remain silent.

he rubs at his temples. “oh my goodness, you do. you’re in love with her.”

“…not like you would understand,” you retort under your breath. he hears you anyway.

“she’s so beautiful,” you start, sighing, “and so kind and confident. like she can walk into something and know exactly what she needs. she’s put together like that. and she does things with purpose. she doesn’t wander aimlessly or fight without a goal. she’s so good at makeup and fashion and resourceful when it comes to playing by her skills on the field, and she’s so outgoing and welcoming with people who she can get along well with, and she’s so warm—

“oh, I can’t stress it enough, fushiguro. I— she’s literally perfect. I like her so much, I-I feel like I’m on a cloud or something. every day feels like that.”

“you’re down bad.”

“I know,” you choke out pathetically.

“but I’m pretty sure she already thinks the two of you are dating.”

“…wait, what?!”

this happens, well— around the fiftieth time you meet her:

sports festival preparations have been as lively as bubbles in soda pop lately, and you’re sitting down next to her, knees bent on the pavement, mourning a classmate you barely knew and the fact that he could have been a lifelong friend had he not been snuffed out prematurely. as you take another swig of your drink— green tea in the can so that she can have it too if the coca cola’s making her teeth have that weird, fuzzy, plaque formation-indicating feeling like always— she places her hand on yours.

the heat on your cheeks, the barely formed but nearly forming sweat on your body. that stuff isn’t going to go away, ever. you’re pretty sure of that. even with a thousand indirect kisses from sharing food and even warming up to having her lying back flushed to your lap, it’s never going to go away. each time she looks at you, your gaze is transfixed on hers, your voice nearly comes out mangled, and you feel heat blossoming on the back of your balmy neck.

“yeah?” you ask.

“you know, [name], I love you. a lot. like, you’re really special to me,” she smiles warmly, a faint hint of red on her cheeks, just like the rose in her name— though that could just be your imagination.

“...I love you too.”

“heh,” she giggles, an impish, graceful, secure sound, like a kiss to your ears, your favourite song playing on the car radio in a memory from several years ago, “I’m glad!”

it’s wonderful.

your worst fears are never confirmed, but there are definitely things that give way to them.

you’re quite sure that nobara herself isn’t like that— she does talk about having a boyfriend, but she doesn’t actually want to date a boy, you’re sure. the closest thing to a crush that you’ve ever seen her having is her admiration for maki— and you understand that.

you respect maki: she’s impeccably smart, strong, and everything in between. yet her existence begets a small worry. if nobara crushes on maki and they end up together, what would be of you?

the only thing you’d be certain of was that you’d keep loving nobara. you’d just want her to be happy, after all— all your tears and mourning for time spent on purposeless yearning, just to see that grin on your face. that would be worth it, a fair trade.

but this is how you’re proven wrong, and you fall deeper in love with nobara after that.

before the sister school goodwill event starts, the six of you (plus yuuji— you’d hate to admit it but seeing him again nearly made you break down in tears) have been given the opportunity to meet the kyoto students and welcome them. it goes about as well as you’d expected it to be— at least the physical portion of the fights and conflicts hadn’t already begun there.

after having met them, you’re sure that half of them are out for blood here. they’re an eccentric crowd, but not just eccentric, per se— borderline terrifying. you’ll be sure to avoid them throughout and just focus on the plan.

which is why you nearly sprint in the other direction like a deer from wolves when you see kamo noritoshi and zenin mai approaching you.

and zenin mai has a stunning face. even if it can’t compare to nobara or her sister’s, she’s got a charm to her, a glint in her eye that you’re sure somebody else will appreciate someday. (just not you.) kamo is just there, his eyes closed for some reason even though you’re sure he must be fully capable of keeping them wide open, and his hair in an awful haircut that you fail to understand the appeal of. probably something traditional that his clan wanted.

“oh?” mai says, a lilt in her tone. you’re going to get bullied, right? your stomach lurches forward and you nearly keel over, fainting— an all too familiar feeling. the popular people in school used to do that, especially the rude athletic boys. she would probably be popular among them, had she been born into a normal life. “what a little mouse. she seems like a doormat.”

“zenin, teasing our competitors is unbecoming of members from our lineages,” he admonishes before mai groans. “shouldn’t you be with the other tokyo students?” kamo asks.

why couldn’t you have just had to meet todo? he’d say that you had wonderful taste in women, you’re sure. why the girl with family issues and the guy with family issues and an atrocious haircut?

“I, um— I got lost. but I don’t know if they’re going to have me anyway, I mean yuuji’s stronger than me so now I’m just going to be the weakest member there. anyway, um, nice chat, I’ve got to go, bye-bye—”

“no,” kamo denies, “itadori yuuji besmirches the title of ‘jujutsu sorcerer’.”

“and the title of weakling goes to maki, not you, I’m pretty sure,” mai says, “but you’re an adorable little thing. what’s your name— something-something, [name], am I correct?”

what were they doing, completing their sentences like that? did they practise their lines in the morning, staring in the mirror and repeating them over and over? they sound like people who’d be mentioned in the local family restaurant comedian’s shows— no, not even their shows, they’re not entertaining enough to be in their shows. they’d just barely be mentioned in passing in the bits so that five audience members could get an extra laugh they’d eventually forget about.

“maki’s really strong, though,” you refute, trying to keep your mind calm “and yuuji, too. it’s hard fighting with them because nobody can ever beat them down, really.”

“durability does not equate to power,” kamo claims. well, and then there’s someone like him, with neither. “and be confident of your own abilities. I can sense your cursed energy from here. it’s impressive,” he remarks.

“...I appreciate the thought, but really, I have to go now—”

“oh, stay for a while, won’t you?” mai asks, inching closer to you like a large ant from the corner of a room. how were insects always so good at slipping into houses and mentally impaired when it came to exiting them?

kamo joins her, gripping your wrist. you’ll have to sanitise your hand and double-wash your sleeve now, especially after what you said (you’d be fine if mai was doing it, but why kamo? kamo of all people?)

“ah, and this may seem rather spontaneous, but you’re rather beautiful.” really, it only sounds as good as it usually does if nobara is the one saying it. it feels like his words are assaulting your ears. “good luck.”

“come on, don’t let her go yet—”

“[name]! you okay?”

it’s nobara. thank goodness, it’s nobara.

“what the hell do you two think you’re doing to my girlfriend?!”

girlfriend?!

“oh, nothing,” mai goes, “just playing with her a little. she’s a doll. you picked well!”

the only thing she can play with is her fucking audacity.

“ugh— let’s go, [name]! don’t care about these people!” she pulls you along by the wrist.

“I should’ve made sure you were okay,” she says as the two of you walk to the tokyo students’ gathering point. “I was worried! you’ve got to stick to us next time.”

“sorry… but they really didn’t do anything. but, um… I think kamo tried to hit on me…?”

“ew— with that haircut? hate it when twos go looking for tens.”

“but um…” you hesitate, “about what you said, am I really… your girlfriend?”

“huh?” she pulls back, “I thought we’d been dating for almost a month!”

“wait, what—?!”

“I even told you I loved you! we literally sleep on each others’ laps!”

“I couldn’t tell if that was platonic or romantic or not! I mean, I don’t mean that I don’t want to date you, I just meant that I didn’t know—”

“okay,” she exhales, “since we both need things to be clear. want to be my girlfriend?”

“like, a girlfriend-girlfriend? like, going out on dates and stuff and um…”

“yeah, a girlfriend-girlfriend. we can go out on dates and do even more than that, maybe,” she greens cheekily.

“woah… I mean— it’s a dream, I—”

“so it’s a yes?”

“yeah—”

she kisses you and it effectively shuts you up. her lips taste like a latte from the fancy coffee shop the two of you had visited two days before. to think that she’d seen it as a date, while you’d thought the whole thing was just another outing between ‘friends’...

it’s the best feeling ever.

this is going to flop too lmao but back at it w the low-quality posts but

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erenspussy420 · 2 years

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twst guys who would totally let you use them as a 🍆🍆 part 2

Part 2, to using the twst boys as you’re 🍆👅. I take no criticisms on this, it’s brainrot at it’s finest.

Fem Reader insert

Everyone is 18+above.

MDNI, 18+ONLY

If anyone knows how to link posts to each other please tell me, I’m very dumb.

Leona Kingscholar: Yeah I fucking said it, but I have a point! And so does he! And so did you with the way you promised him he can use you as he likes next time. All he had to do was let you use him and he could sit back and enjoy the show. He's taking you in his dorm room, even if the windows are wide open who the fuck is even ballsy enough to try and take a peek? No one, who still has any common sense. With that, Leona lays on a mountain of pillows, watching you drool on his cock, using your hand to make up what your mouth couldn't fit. You’re hands on his hips, bobbing your head up and down, mewling, when his hand gives you guidance to take more. Your top is gone, with your tits out free for him to enjoy earlier when you massaged his cock between them, they’re still covered in his thick white seed. He lays back with a smug look on his face, as you pleasure yourself with his dick alone. Maybe he should let you do this more often.

Neige LeBlanche: Even with his sweet and usually calm composure, his hand that holds his tea cup is shaking so bad he spilt half his tea before he could even set it down. Oh, how can you do this to sweet, innocent, doe eye Neige? Because you want to, and he usually can't say no to you even to this. Neige has to sneak out of his own dorm to yours as he shared a room with some of the dwarves, the thought of you using him urged him to sprint faster in the forest. He has to be careful ok, can’t have fans find out. Even if the idea of you, with your phone out camera rolling as you fuck Neige into the bed, both of his wrist held over his head were in your grip, and a camera pointed down on him as he begs you to go faster. He has complete trust in you, but the idea of you two on camera is thrilling. You kiss him hard, rolling your hips down on him, before telling Neige he’s going to be your toy until he’s emptied everything in you. He hopes he can make it before the first bell in the morning. Bonus: He gets his own video of you using him, he was so lucky to have his phone on silent in his dressing room, because he sure damn wasn’t silent in that video.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul's glasses cracked the second you tell him you want to use him as a dildo. He's so fucking happy no one is in the office except you two when you told him that. If he wasn't trying to stop from dying, he would admire your bravery. He's a hot mess though, so please give him time ok, he'll do it for you ok. But human form, gotta work your way up to living the tentacle dream. With pants off, boxers shoved down, you're making yourself comfortable on his lap, grinding against his dick, as his hands dig into the armrest of his chair. The heat of your cunt on him, grinding down on his hard dick, how badly he wants to be in you, but you won't let him yet. Then the praises for him as a dildo, from the way it stretches you out, the feeling of it throbbing and how it’s cute, is make it hard for him to swallow, especially the way you describe wanting his tentacles in you, cause the tentacle dildo back at your dorm isn't enough. He can feel his body burn up at that, you- you have a tentacle dildo at your dorm. His mind is racing before he knows it you shuffled back a bit, taking his wet cock into your hands squeezing it as the pearly white cum milks out. He's gasping, writhing in his chair. "Oh this dildo is so good, mmm I just wonder how many more can I stuff in me next time?" Fuck, he can stuff you as much as you want.

Rook Hunt: Please, please look at him and tell me he wouldn't. He would be so ecstatic at the idea of it. You don't have to even convince him, just stop him from going all out ok. Rook is a great lover, so supportive, he takes in account of all your needs and praises your courage when you two are in his room, surrounded by rose petals and nice smelling perfume in the air. He even tied himself up for you for easier access, don't ask how he did, but it's very nice of him. Gag him, please. You might want to, but you're going to miss out on him praising you to his full vocabulary. You're so beautiful in his eyes, even with sweat beading down from you, as you snap your hips down on him, taking him fully to the hilt, you're bent forward using his legs as leverage as you continue to pleasure yourself on him. He has a beautiful view of your behind, his eyes dilated at the sight of his cock coming in and out of you so smoothly, the slick of your pussy on him. Is it so bad he helps with a bit more thrusting for your pleasure? The way you're moaning as you shove your hips down wildly on him, has him pick up the pace for you. He's very glad the mirrors on the ceiling are showing the most beautiful reflection for him.

#twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst azul #twst leona #twst neige #twst rook #rook hunt #leona kingscholar #neige leblanche #azul ashengrotto #spicy writing #twst x y/n #reader insert

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Today I continued my Star Trek journey by rewatching Star Trek (2009) and boy howdy do I have some thoughts.

So first off, I saw this for the first time when I came out in 2009. It wasn’t my first experience with Star Trek, but it was probably my first with Kirk and Spock and that gang. I remember liking it a lot.

Now that I’ve watched all of TOS and a few of the movies with the original cast my feelings are a little more complicated.

Overall, fun movie! I imagine they had to have felt the weight of recasting and redoing such iconic characters, and in a lot of ways they succeeded. It certainly got younger people like me interested in the franchise!

💫 Spock: I do love this version of him. His “live long and prosper” to the VSA is perfectly bitchy and I’m obsessed with it.

💫BONES!! if you’ve read any of my other posts you’ll know that somehow Bones snuck up on me as my favorite character. I love his intro here, and I think Karl Urban gets the tone just right. This really is a buffet for the McKirkers out there, I can see how this led to 1000 academy era fics of them.

💫Kirk: oh Jim. Jimmy Jim Jim. Baby boy. What are you doing. How did being played by Chris Pine (who is incredibly hot) make you LESS attractive??

Obviously this Kirk suffers from some Kirk drift and the added trauma of losing his dad. He’s so much angrier, so much less sweet and nerdy. Rewatching this now I can see why I was so hesitant to like him in TOS because he’s a lot less lovable here.

💫 I get it’s an emergency and they had to for plot reasons, but almost all of Pike’s staffing choices make no sense. Sure, Spock as acting captain, I get that. But everyone else?? Imagine being one of the other people there who has been with starfleet for years and seeing him hand Kirk the role of first officer. The ship can’t be entirely cadets can it?? Imagine the group texts going around after like “thank god he didn’t die because I really need to bitch about this.”

💫 I love all three Uhuras (tos, aos, and snw) and I get why they made her Spock’s love interest here because they’ve got fun chemistry! They have a lot in common, they’re both hot and smart, I get it. But cmon guys, that man is a 6 on the Kinsey scale. You keep pairing him with women and it doesn’t work.

💫 I feel like they worked in lots of little references to classic trek, from plot stuff to smaller details like when Spock enters from the turbolift at the end in a very TMP way. I love that, it makes me feel like the people making the movie really care about the stories and the characters. When Spock Prime says good luck I felt all the weight of his relationship with his Jim and how it changed him. So lovely and touching.

And just how close they made Kirk and Spock stand, especially towards the end of the movie. They were always glued to each other in TOS and JJ must have known us Spirk shippers needed something to latch on to 😅

💫 There’s too much action in this movie for me. We didn’t need to see Scotty beamed into the water tank. The best sf stuff is always story based, I don’t need extravagant fights and cgi shit. I’m sure there are people who watch science fiction for the spectacle but I’m here for the ideas and the feelings.

💫 goddddd everything with Vulcan and losing Amanda. Rip all our hearts out why don’t you. Spock’s mom dying is just heartbreaking. I know they had to lose someone we knew to make the destruction of the planet more real to us as viewers but so crushing to see it.

💫 Old Spock 😭😭😭

He knows right away who Jim is and expects that Jim found him on purpose.

Old Spock just launched right in to the mind meld huh. To me this really says that he and his Jim are on very casual mind meld terms and he’s not fully understanding that this Jim is not his Jim.

Think about how fucking weird all this must be for old Spock. How heartbreakingly strange it would be so see a young version of your husband and send him to a young version of yourself. Meeting all your old friends young selves, years after you’ve lost them all.

And from here out it’s just miscellaneous thoughts I jotted down while watching that don’t fit great anywhere else:

⭐️I love when the redshirt is so excited to get the Romulans and Kirk gets this look like… that’s why you’re here? Dude the battle not the appeal here. A nice glimpse of how this Kirk is similar at heart to TOS Kirk.

⭐️Love you Sulu and your fencing skills

⭐️I love when they stop the lift for emotional reasons.

⭐️“Our destinies have changed” goddddd great speech Spock

⭐️Jim has the look of a man who is frequently escorted places by security

⭐️Spock wants to break Kirk so bad 😂

⭐️When Jim slaps Spock’s back and Spock has a look of “I think that just awakened something in me.”

⭐️Spock you’re calling him Jim already? You slut. (Delighted, affectionate)

Overall I think it’s a fun movie but it misses a lot of what’s at the heart of the classic Trek I love. They try to do everything too fast and it just doesn’t work as well for me. I’m excited to rewatch the next two and see how these versions of the characters change!

#spirk #star trek #james t kirk #spock #leonard mccoy #star trek 2009 #nyota uhura #not a bad movie!#but missing a lot of the vibes I love #I get why people love it and I get why people hate it.#mckirk

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httplilyyy · 1 year

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

request: ‘hello, the christmas ideas are perfect. just going with hurt/angst because i love all those woso ficlets. alexia’s girlfriend is very ill and she goes to visit her in the hospital with mapi and amc but when they see y/n sitting all alone in the hospital bed the night turns very emotional. alexia suddenly opens up about how afraid she is to lose y/n and how they are all a mess without her.’

summary: alexia visits her girlfriend in the hospital and hopes to bring the christmas spirit with her, she however, along with her friends, weren't prepared to let the waterworks flow.

warnings: the ‘L-bomb’, angst, fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i wasn’t heavy on the angst and i trailed a little off the request but it still follows the same concept - i hope :)

woso masterlist it’s the most wonderful time of the year

Christmas is that one time of year where families come together, no matter what has happened in the past year, to celebrate, give gifts and receive all the love around them. It's the time of the year which kids, teens and adults look forward to.

No matter how old you are, everyone loves christmas. That is, if you're able to be there. Be there with your friends. Be there with your family. It's different when you're not there with everyone. The festive spirit isn't the same. Nothing is.

That's how you felt right now.

You were currently laying in a hospital bed only having a couple of weeks till christmas day. You weren't excited, you weren't sad. You didn't really feel anything. From staring at the same four walls everyday to late night phone calls with your girlfriend, you still felt nothing. Everything went by in a blur. Nothing mattered and nothing made sense.

You desperately wanted to be wrapped underneath a blanket with some hot chocolate watching a christmas movie with your girlfriend, but the harsh reality made it so you couldn't.

Your room was bland, boring and somewhat depressing, nothing screamed christmas, in fact, it said the opposite. You’d think the grinch had decorated everything.

The blinds were closed, blocking you from the outside world. Any get well soon cards were in a pile instead of standing up. Any flowers that were given to you were either on the verge of dying or already dead.

The only time where the room really felt as if there was any type of life was when your girlfriend was there.

Just the thought of your girlfriend brought a smile to your face, one that, even god himself, could never wipe off your face. She was the only reason you got to the holidays. She was the only one to get you through it.

As you laid in your room, staring up at the ceiling, you heard a little commotion from outside. You were soon made aware of what was going on when your girlfriend and your friends came barreling into your room.

“Hola, mi amor.” Alexia said with a smile as she came over to your side and gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You missed.” You smiled, childlike features taking over on your face.

“I’m sorry your highness.” Alexia chuckled as she placed a quick peck to your lips but as she was about to pull away you cupped her cheek and kept her close for just a little longer.

“Alright, break it up love birds.” Mapi groaned, making you and Alexia pull away from each other.

“Hello to you too, Mapi.” You chuckled as you looked at your best friend.

“How are you feeling?” The defender asked as she placed a box by your feet.

“Better.” You smiled, hoping that she would, along with your girlfriend, believe the lie.

“That’s good to hear.” Alexia said, taking a hold of your hand.

“I found it!” Ana shouted as she came into the room holding a tiny christmas tree.

As Ana stood at the door holding the christmas tree, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at your friend's antics. A small blush appeared on her face which only increased your amusement.

“What an entrance.” You applauded.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Ana said, feigning annoyance.

“So, what is all of this?” You asked, gesturing to the boxes they brought in.

“The Christmas spirit.” Mapi beamed.

“Meaning?”

“We’re going to help decorate your room to make it a little more festive.” Alexia said, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Alright, let me just get up.” You said and as you pushed yourself up to a sitting position you felt two pairs of hands stopping you from going any further.

“How about you have a little rest?” Mapi suggested as you looked between her hands holding you back and your girlfriends.

“That’s all I've been doing.” You groaned as your head hit the pillow once again.

“How about you help me decorate the christmas tree?” Ana wondered as she came to sit beside you, handing you the small object.

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled appreciatively at the woman.

Whilst you and Ana decorated the christmas tree, Mapi and Alexia decorated the rest of your room, starting by putting up the christmas lights.

It didn’t take long for you and Ana to finish up the christmas tree and the two of you watched on as your girlfriend and best friend fought over who was better at decorating.

“You are getting better, right? Ana whispered, not daring to look at you, afraid she’d break down into tears.

“Ana-” you started.

“You are, you have to be.”

“You have to listen to me.” You said softly, taking a hold of her hand causing the blonde to look at you.

“You're not, are you?” Ana stated rather than questioned, a tear rolling down her cheek.

You didn’t have to say anything as she already knew the answer. You shook your head from side to side with a sad smile and the reality of it all came crashing down.

You were getting better. Just not at that exact moment. It’s just like in sport, you have to lose a couple times before you win.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It's Christmas.” You smiled sadly.

“This is the shittiest present ever.” Ana said, causing the two of you to let out teary chuckles.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?” Alexia questioned as she looked at you and Ana.

You looked at Ana and that silently told Alexia what conversation had just gone on. Alexia felt her heart drop. Due to the silence, Mapi turned around from whatever she was doing to look at the three of you.

“No.” Mapi mumbled, shaking her head as it all hit her.

The silence was deafening, you could hear a pin drop. No one said anything, waiting for you to take the reins.

“I’m fine, I promise.” You sniffled, “It’s all going to be okay.”

“It’s not though, is it?” Mapi whispered as she sat at the edge of your bed. “You're getting worse.”

“Not necessarily,” you said, “I am getting better, it’s just going to take some time.”

“How long?” Ana asked.

“As long as it will take me.”

Throughout the conversations you had with Mapi and Ana, Alexia hadn’t moved from her spot. The gears turning in her head as she watched you talk with your friends. She didn’t realise she was crying until you turned to her with a worried gaze.

“Ale?” You questioned softly.

“Hm?” Alexia hummed, wiping away the tears she felt falling down her face.

“Come here.” You said, patting the spot next to you.

Alexia did as she was told and she made her way to sit beside you. Once she was seated, you took a hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I can’t lose you.” Alexia said quietly, so quietly you barely heard it.

“You won’t lose me,” you replied, “you're stuck with me forever.”

“Y/n, I am being serious. I can't do this without you.”

“I’m not messing around either, Ale.” You said as you sat up, gently cupping alexias face in your hand, using the pads of your thumbs to wipe away any stray tears that fell from her eyes.

“D’you promise?”

“Of course. I’ll be back on the pitch with you all before you know it.” You smiled, looking at the three Barca players sitting on your bed, each one of them with tears in their eyes.

“I hate seeing you like this.” Alexia said.

“I’m just getting ready for my revenge era.” You joked, earning a laugh from everyone.

“Hey! It’s snowing.” Mapi said as she pointed out the window.

“Way to change the subject, Maps.” Ana chuckled, slapping the defender lightly on the arm.

As the two of them continued to mess around, acting like children and running around the room, Alexia didn’t and could’t take her eyes off you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You whispered with a smile.

“Like what?” Alexia grinned, a teasing tone lacing her voice, the Christmas lights that were now decorating your room, showing off every intricate detail on her face.

“Like you want to kiss me.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Alexia mumbled, leaning closer to you.

“Absolutely nothing.” You responded, closing the gap between the two of you and smiling into the kiss.

The two of you pulled away upon hearing Mapi making gagging noises along with Ana making kissing ones.

“Children, honestly.” You mumbled, shaking your head cursing them to laugh.

“You love us though.” Alexia smiled as you moved over on your bed so she could cuddle up beside you.

“That I do.” You chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and letting her get into a comfortable position against your body. “But I love you the most.”

“You better.” Alexia replied, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw.

“You know I do” You chuckled.

“What is it?” Alexis asked once she noticed you went quiet for a little, also noticing your staring.

“Nothing,” you smiled, shaking your head, “you’re just absolutely ethereal.”

Placing one last kiss to her lips before you felt Mapi and Ana join you on your bed, putting on a movie for the four of you to watch.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso

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the0retically · 2 months

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The Suckening #10: The Midnight Circle:

Holy shit y’all, what an episode

- These intros are so good

- MUSIC! Cannot wait for this to be released I love it so much

- Also the description? “The Kindred hit the books” noooo they’re so stupid :(

- The dancing imagery is so cool also the voice overlay? Love it

- ….shit Arthur wants to sacrifice more than the boys

- Oh emizel just chugged it

- Emizel is stardust???

- God shilo is the only one that’s like “hey wait let me wait a second”

- Emizel appearing in the sky like Mufasa??

- “Thanks guys I know the ending is a bit avant garde” CHARLIE PLEASE

- Emizel is gonna miss Theo’s birthday nooooo

- “I fear for this one” “we all do” “I don’t” :(( emizel

- ADHD EMIZEL!!!! “You don’t need it now, you’re a vampire. Just focus” ARTHUR PLEASE “I’m very out of touch”

- Love the similarities of this library and Finn’s library

- MONTAGE!!!

- GUN BOOK!!!!! Nice!!!

- Love how Shilo started as normal but the other two just did bits so bizly decided he was going to as well

- :( this conversation over trust is really interesting

- Lol love Charlie dying in the background at emizel asking if Arthur saw the Eiffel Tower while Shilo is berating him

- Oh shilo that was Interesting

- Arthur vs the twins is so interesting I like this conversation, it’s been needed

- :( “you see that in me?” ARTHUR NO SHILO ISNT LIKE EDWARD

- God Grizz is phenomenal, he is so good at this, this monologue is phenomenal

- The funky music coming back in after that argument oh my god

- …….Shilo’s old room :(

- “And you brood for a week” ARTHUR OH MY GOD

- Emizel coming from the top rope!!

- God the fact that Arthur’s younger siblings were twins and he has to be with shilo and emizel constantly has to be Gutting him

- :( shilo crying and hugging Arthur after he told them his past :((

- They’re understanding each other more!!

- “Oh really? I need help” ARTHUR OH MY GOD?

- “For what it’s worth I miss being human.” “Me too.” “I hate having to eat every night.” “Did you not have to eat as a human?” Started as so sad but then turned to the bit, love them

- “My idea is a haunted house and the information jumps out at you!” -Condi

Charlie proceeds to lose it “that’s crazy, that’s nuts, what the fuck??”

- LETS GO SHILO!!! 7!!!!! THIS IMAGERY IS SO COOL

- Brother bonding time let’s go??

- Oh?? Theo’s here??

- Aww they’re tutoring emizel

- Charlie is so done lol love this

- OH MONSTER ATTACKING SHILO

- YAY EMIZEL IS GOOD!!

- Love how crazy condi’s ideas have been

- IT WAS THE SHADE FROM DAY ONE!!!! Yes!!!! Emizel has proven himself

- MOONBEAST!!!!! CHARLIE BROUGHT IN THE MOON BEAST!!!!

- Oh Arthur is losing dominate,,,,interesting

- 16 moon points oh my god

- Oh god “in due time the moon beast will walk among us” Charlie please

- Nice Arthur love the black flame tattoos

- “Maybe you needed to get the shit beaten out of you” oh my god??

- Oh god emizel is alone and Condi is alone…….please be able to ask your question, very like the unseen one with these questions I like it

- “If I gave up one of my lives would that work” uh???? Emizel oh no

- PEPPERS IN THE BOWL HUH??

- “I don’t want to hurt pepper” “where do you think the nine lives are coming from” “I know but this is putting her in the bowl I don’t like that” :((

- WHY WAS EMIZEL THE ACCOUNTANT AT SCHOOL?????? Oh he’s forgetting about finance and the memory of his father,,,,,,,,oh god??

- ….makes sense that he loses a humanity for that

- God the editing for the questions being asked is so cool and these questions and answers are so cool

- :( the Queen wanted him safe

- Purple figure?? But younger??

- Arthur time

- ………Arthur giving up points in humanity

- YOURE THINKING OF SACRIFICING VOID??? GRIZZ PLEASE?

- …sacrifice his relationship with magnus maybe? Oh god

- THANK GOD HES NOT SACRIFICING VOID

- BUT DEAR GOD HES LOSING A LOT

- Oh god “grizzly there’s never been an ugly Grizzly character before. You give up being a hot vampire?” HED BE BROKE AND UGLY OH GOD GRIZZ NO

- ……….I’m so—oh he looked like his father and doesn’t anymore :(

- TWO SUCCESSES ON COURAGE LETS GO ARTHUR

- :( Arthur there’s no cure

- “Oh that’s a good one! You mother fucker!!” YEAH ARTHUR GET THE INFORMATION

- the music is so good cannot wait for the soundtrack

- Love the twins bickering while Arthur is panicking and breaking down a bit

- BIZLYS YELP OH MY GOD

- :(((((( Grizz isn’t playing a hot character anymore this is so—

- EMIZEL DOESNT WANT TO BE ALONE WITH ARTHUR OH MY GOD

- Love how it’s Gryffon’s voice now

- …..shilo what?? You’re giving up your sight?????? BRO WHAT?

- Bizly’s voice acting pop off bro but oh my god, he didn’t have to rip his own eye out??

- “Now I get a prize?” SHILO PLEASE??

- I cannot believe he actually just gave one of his eyes

- …….the eye only gave him one question

- “You see your mother again” “….mama” SHILO PLEASE IM GONNA CRY

- Oh hi Siri!! HA PLEASE HE WAS SO IMMERSED “god fucking damn it” oh my god that was perfect

- I’m so curious about this purple figure

- DRACULA IS HERE??

- Phone alarm?? It’s 1:15?? Why does bizly have a daily 1:15 alarm??? What??

- NOO EDWARDS FACE

- “Don’t suck me into the mouth” NOOOOO AWFUL

- ……why is Charlie giving edward a sad backstory

- Ok no this isn’t a sad backstory but oh my god what happened to him????

- HIS FACE IS STUCK LIKE THAT OH MY GOD??

- Uhhhhhh how did Edward see Shilo?

- “Stop looking at me, I’ll kill you.” ARTHUR PLEASE

- “I don’t think I’ll be spying anything with my little eye.” SHILO PLEASE

- OH GOD CONDI SAYING HE GAVE UP HIS TAX KNOWLEDGE PLEASE THE OTHER TWO GAVE UP SO MUCH

- “He’s ugly as hell he needs a robe” PLEASE

- “Someone’s gotta be the comedic relief these two are so serious all the time” EMIZEL

- ALSO OH MY GOD THAT WHOLE INTERACTION WAS INSANE

- Peppers name being Salem is so cute and she’s there!!

- “Soda was my dad” HUH?

- Emizel explaining his answers is so funny to me because it’s just batshit

- …………..is Dracula the twins actual dad? Is Jeffrey just a stand in?

- :( god poor Arthur

- Pleaseeeeee this conversation is killing me “Dracula was 2 million years old so you’ll grow into it” PLEASE IM CRYING THATS INSANE

- OH MY GOD????

- VEX AND VIV MENTION AHHHHHHHHH

- ……why are they suggesting Arthur goes to the Weylins to “fix his face”

- …….Grefgore has been alone for a month oh no!

- :(((((((((( void is hesitant at first with Arthur :(

- THEY BOTH ROLLED THREE WHAT???? NO NO NO EDWARDS HERE

- TEAM EDWARD SHIRTS???

- Emizel fumbled on stealth oh my god

- PLEASE EDWARD WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

- What?? Edward has a sister??

- …..broadcasting what Edward?

- WHAT? WHAT WHAT GREFGORE????????

- He’s wearing a Walmart shirt?????

- I love shilo and Grefgore friendship :(((

- OH?? HUH WHO DID GREFGORE MET

- HE FOUND LOVE?? WHAT?????

- HES CALLING HER HIS QUEEN AWWW

- “Pretty plain looking girl” CHARLIE DONT BE MEAN TO HAZEL

- WHAT IS HAPPENING?????

- GREFGORE SHES HUMAN

- GREFGORE KEPT PICKLES!!!

- Please the conversation about Grefgore and hazel is so so funny

- OH MY GOD ALL THE PEOPLE SEEING ARTHUR AND JUST SCREAMING

- GREFGORE DONT PROPOSE TO HAZEL THATS NOT GONNA WORK

- A requirement to have a twi-phone??

- Hazel please why are you like this

- “I’d like to get a new house” THEYRE FINDING TAYLOR LAUNTER OH MY GOD???? THEYRE GOING TO CONVINCE HIM THAT THEYVE BEEN LIFE LONG FRIENDS???

- Love that they just really really want it to be Taylor Launter’s house

- NOOO ITS CLOSE TO EDWARDS

- Love how defeated Charlie is about making Taylor Launter canon

- I’m like trying not to cry from laughter

- HES HUMAN THOUGH

- “I look at him with my eye hole throbbing” bizly you could’ve said Anything different

- OH ITS TAYLOR LAUNTER THE WIFE NOT SHARKBOY

- BIG BRAIN CHARLIE SO BIG BRAIN

- IS TAYLOR A WEREWOLF AND HIS WIFE DOESNT KNOW

- OH GOD WHY DOES TAYLOR LAUNTER SOUND LIKE THAT

- HES HOLDING A BAT??

- WEREWOLF TAYLOR LAUNTER

- “Am I awake is this a dream dream dream dream dream dream dream” CHARLIE PLEASE

- “Is he a freak or is he actually a werewolf?” I DONT KNOW EITHER

- HE HAS A 9 FOR WILLPOWER

- CHARLIE PLEASE???

- Charlie cannot resist playing dogs

- Love that it’s Taylor Launter and Edward Twilight not Robert Pattinson

- Please roll well please let Taylor help

- OH MY GOD??? love how tired Taylor is about werewolf Taylor

- “We need Keanu”

- PLEASE IM CRYING FROM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD

- THEYRE JUST LEADING HIM TO EDWARDS OH MY GOD

- CHARLIE WHAT ARE THESE DOG NOISES

- This is absolutely crazy I love this oh my god??

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #the suckening #emizel tucker #shilo bathory #arthur bennett #jrwi the suckening #just roll with it

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al haitham—confusing man

al haitham confuses the shit out of you. always has, always will.

he has never been one to like the spotlight, his nightly pouts and grumbles about his new charge as the grand master acting grand master only highlight that fact (“why must they call for me at every hour of the day? i mean i can barely leave my office! they are such pests, honestly” he will deny ever whining, by the way). still, it’s a weird combination with how his “zero fucks given” at everyone else’s opinions of him.

the asshole—because he’s an asshole, one you’re in love with, but an asshole nonetheless—has the audacity to scoff at you every time you look over at him with furrowed brows and a concentrated shift in your eyes, as if you’re trying to decipher the most complicated scroll the akademiya has to offer. he scoffs because unlike you, he has no trouble at all understanding you and the things you do. granted, you make sense when this man, doesn’t.

we’ve established that you’re very much in love with haitham. the feeling is incredibly reciprocated. like, incredibly. he’s a bit stoic and he’s also a bit of a grumpy pants and a little shit, but he’s so soft (to your absolute surprise, not that you’re complaining). this is the guy that brushes off every crumb that’s left around your lips and then eats it, the guy that that plays footsie fights with you under the library and cafeteria tables, that opens the doors and pulls out the chairs for you, who glares at whoever makes you uncomfortable until they run away—and isn’t afraid of start verbal passive aggressiveness either—, and the guy that latches on to you every night and late afternoons when he gets out of his office.

this man is putty in your hands.

so why oh why, does he avoid your affection? this is a relationship, a two-way road, he deserves to receive as much as he gives. yet in the month and a half that your relationship has been a thing—after years of pinning, kaveh would like to add—al haitham has refused to accept any other form of affection that wasn’t holding hands, a brush of your hand through his hair or cheek, or a quick hug.

"why are you like this?" you all but blurt at the cafeteria.

al haitham looks up from his book, and scoffs.

"don’t scoff at me, i’m serious!" you whine, "you’re looking so pretty there reading whatever book that is and i wanna shower your face with kisses, but i know you won’t let me! you’ve no idea how hard it is to contain myself."

"i would’ve thought you’d have more self-restraint," he comments, returning to his pages.

a huff leaves your lips, and if al haitham didn’t know any better, he’d think you’re going to leave it at that. but he’s smart, and he knows better, so he’s not surprised when not even ten seconds later, you’re back on track.

"it’s just- it’s weird! ‘cause i know you’re not ashamed of me, and i know you don’t like it when others meddle in your life because “it’s not their business”," you rant, adding a little imitation of your boyfriend, who is looking at you again, amusement swirling in his eyes, "but you never give a shit about doing what you want!"

as you ramble on about how weird he is, and how you don’t understand why he’s so against of kisses, al haitham only stares at you. the tips of her ears have started to grow hot, and he’s overly aware of how the heat is probably starting to leave a rosy trail on his neck and cheeks. he fights the urge to hide his face behind his book.

"i mean at this point, i’m starting to think you’re scared!" when you say it, it comes out with a chuckle, a “ridiculous, i know” message behind it. and that’s when al haitham chokes on air and is attacked by a coughing fit.

you blink thrice. one, two, three. three times. boyfriend’s dying next to you, you just stare. by the time he’s done and over—no thanks to your help—your brain cells have finally decided to connect. his book is usually lower than that, his ears and red and it is not because of the coughing, and he’s avoiding your eyes. you soften them in response, reaching a hand to take his.

"you don’t have to be scared, baby. it’s okay," your smile is understanding, and alhaitham hates it.

his other hand runs through his hair and falls on his face, the book forgotten on his lap. whether he’s frustrated or trying to hide his embarrassment, who knows. in the end, he sighs. he seems to have accepted his fate, and coming clean should prove to be the smartest move.

so, he turns to you, and still hesitant, meets your eyes. it’s rare to see this man flustered, the fact that it’s because of something he has to tell you sparks a tiny smugness in your chest, tingling. small smirk tugging, you sink your teeth. keep it in, this is serious.

"so," he starts, "i uh- i’ve never... i wanted to- shit," alhaitham ends up clearing his throat, his ever growing blush taking up most of his face now, "i wanted our first kiss to be special. because i’ve never kissed anyone so i wanted to make sure i did it right."

awe. he’s adorable. i mean look at him, still forcing himself to look you in the eyes, even when it’s painfully obvious he wants to take the book back and hide behind it forever. worse, he’s spotted your small smirk, and he’s already frowning and taking his hand back.

"no, no, no, wait!" you chase him when he speeds away, having to run to catch up to him. this asshole can really get away when he wants to, "haitham, hold on, come back! i’m not making fun of you."

curse his long legs, he’s already out of the place and in the hallways when you finally make him stop. stubborn as ever, and a little bit hurt, he looks ahead. curse his height, too.

"i’m not making fun of you," you repeat, taking his hand again, "it’s just, i can’t help but feel giddy that you’ve never had your first kiss, and that you want it to be me," the small smile shows up once more, "but you don’t have to worry about making it special, because anything with you is."

he doesn’t miss a beat.

"that’s so cheesy," his nose curls back as he looks at you.

you scoff.

"says the guy who’s so worried about kissing me special."

"fuck you."

"no, i want that to be special too."

#al haitam x reader #al haitham #al haitham genshin #al haitham fluff #al haitham x y/n #al haitham x you #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin fluff

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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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Ideas!

Bff Eren #10

Because there’s gotta be more Eren/Jean discourse before Jean comes to terms with the fact that he’s not getting his ex back. Eren being a smug ass mother fcker about it, too.

Roommate Jean (well, poly boyfriend Jean). “You look pretty like that” prompt.

Maybe reader is handcuffed to a chair or in a bed? She’s an absolute mess because she’s dying to be touched and neither of her boyfriends will indulge her. They’re not sure if they even want to considering how pretty she looks all desperate and restrained. They’ll stroke themselves so close to her mouth, let her think she’ll get a taste. She stains her neck in hopes of getting a lick but they stay ever so slightly out of reach. 🤷🏻‍♀️

If I keep writing, I’m gonna end up sending a damn drabble to your ask box. 🤣

HIIIII kjt<333 omg.....this is like...such a difficult choice. honest to god i may pocket your first idea for something.....longer than a drabble ;) so i'm gonna go with the second one bc i am OBSESSED with poly erejean like genuinely. obsessed. might have a part 2 coming for them too solely bc i love them<3

throwing all nsfw under the cut like always

"Not too tight, is it, baby?" Jean tugs the ropes digging into your skin into what has to be the final knot after nearly twenty minutes of positioning, repositioning, and admittedly, a rope burn around your ankle.

"Mm-mmm," you try to assure him around the gag in your mouth, shaking your head no. Jean smiles, places a laughably chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Such a good girl for us, aren't you? He's going to love it."

The ropes were Jean's idea; ever since he'd joined your relationship with Eren, almost everything was Jean's idea, having come so far from the timid, reluctant lover you'd made of him a few months ago. These days, Jean's nearly bouncing out of bed in the morning with a new idea to bring to the bedroom, and neither you nor Eren have the wherewithal to complain about it.

Eren's had a rough few weeks at work, and over coffee this morning, Jean had talked you into a "surprise" for your mutual boyfriend. This surprise had involved a trip to a sex shop, a hardware store, and an hour-long Youtube tutorial on knot-tying, but you'd figured it out together, and it's paid off.

Jean's got your arms above your head, secured to either side of the headboard, and your legs spread wide enough to incite a slight ache in your hips, ankles tied to your thighs and putting your already-dripping cunt on display. A black lace gag is holding your voice back behind your teeth, and the collar Eren and Jean had surprised you with last weekend jingles around your neck when you wiggle experimentally, testing the bonds that Jean's wrapped you up in.

"Can't get out, can you?"

"Mm-mm," you affirm, tugging on the ropes at your wrists to prove your point. Jean grins again, wicked and dark.

"Eren's not the only one getting a surprise today," he muses, knocking around in the nightstand drawer on your side of his bed.

What he pulls out makes your eyes widen.

"I didn't tell you, but I left a little pocket riiight..." Jean trails off, working the vibrator under a little slip in the rope, "here."

He angles it perfectly against your clit, not yet turning it on, but watching your reaction lecherously. You're already running hot with your movements restrained, already starting to feel the hum of lust buzzing through your body.

Before Jean can make another move, you meet eyes meaningfully at the sound of the front door opening, Eren's voice calling out into the empty apartment.

"You guys home?"

"Be right back, don't move." Jean snickers at his own joke, leaving you there bare and unattended.

Unable to move, your other senses hone in on every little bit of stimulus around you. The muffled sounds of conversation between Eren and Jean outside; you can hear Eren's disgruntled grumble, Jean's soothing timbre, but not what they're saying. The annoying, understimulating nudge of the vibrator against your center. The texture of the lace gag against your tongue, the way it's making you drool ever so slightly. And then the door clicks open.

"Fuck..." Eren trails off, eyes going wide. If you look close enough, you can see the front of his pants already beginning to tent. You're not sure what to do, so on display; you can't smile through the gag, can't even move in greeting, really. Jean's turned you into their little fuckdoll in the most literal sense of the word. Jean smirks proudly.

"Isn't she so-"

"So pretty," Eren breathes out, rounding the bed to caress your cheek, brush a thumb over your nipple, "you look so pretty like this, baby."

Jean comes behind Eren, wrapping muscled arms around his waist, palming slightly at the erection forming behind Eren's zipper. "She's all yours, we both are. Whatever you want tonight."

"Whatever I want, huh?" Eren's eyes darken. He turns his head over his shoulder to Jean, catching the other man's mouth in a slow, languid kiss. Watching them pulls a whimper from you, muffled by the gag, but insistent.

Jean breaks the kiss to frown down at you, reach over and flick the vibrator on, ripping a tinny whine out of your throat.

"Behave yourself, you're supposed to be his little surprise, remember?"

Eren smirks down at you through hooded eyes, lets one lazy hand drag soothingly up Jean's neck, lets the other come down to tweak your nipple roughly. "Let her act up a little. Can't punish her if she's not being a brat, right?"

#THESE WERE SUCH GOOD PROMPTS #i hope i did it justice #kjt.moot #ragehits1000 #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #this was so tasty i smell a part two in the future #i can't write poly erejean and just LEAVE it there

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beauspot · 1 year

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ok so years after it came out I finally watched Tenet. and i’m confused…but it was good.

i had no idea what to expect from this movie except “ooh movie go forward and in reverse oooooo” i also knew people shitted on it a lot because the plot wasn’t super clear. through all of this I never heard the meaning of this movie. or what it was about.

Tenet (i’m assuming everyone who’s seeing this post has seen the movie but just in case) is a science fiction story about reverse entropy and a dying man who can’t let go of his control to the point he is willing to take the world out if he can’t be there. A story about destiny and fate and choice and meaning. All of that is what Tenet is about. But at its center

Tenet is a love story

Not between The Protagonist and Kat.

Between The Protagonist and Neil

Now THREE THINGS WE NEED TO ACKNOWLEDGE FIRST:

1. I am still not entirely certain of the plot but I will be rewatching this movie because I think it was fun and the people were hot.

2. Neil is not Max. I know this is a popular theory and at first I thought it made sense since Rob dyed his hair for the role specifically and we don’t learn his past, only The Protagonist’s, but Nolan said they dropped that plotline because the timeline didn’t make sense.

3. You can view The Protagonist and Neil’s relationship as a platonic one or a romantic one my point still stands.

The surface level viewing of this movie gives you the impression that nothing matters and choice is a fallacy, what’s happened happened and there’s nothing you can do about it. But looking even a fraction deeper you realize the choices of the characters directly cause the events of the movie.

Sator is forced to live around radioactive materials in Kiev because of a neglectful government, that causes his cancer. His cancer leads him to begin communicating with the future and allows the past to invert which leads him to choosing omnicide but also directly leads to Tenet being able to stop him. His abuse leads to his death. Most importantly Neil’s death leads to The Protagonist’s life being saved which leads to The Protagonist finding Neil which cultivates the greatest relationship of either of their lives.

The most tragic part about all of this is that only in the final moments of their time together do they truly have all the pieces of their relationship laid out in front of them. The majority of the time spent with one another is with one of them not knowing their history and they’re stuck in this loop.

Our Neil dies at the end of the movie but we’re following The Protagonist. He will end up in the past, Neil’s past and at the end of their story Neil will be sent back to meet The Protagonist and so on and so on forever. And you can see the exact moment The Protagonist realizes this. That he’ll know Neil but Neil won’t know him, not really. Not for years.

We can see how immediately drawn to Neil The Protagonist is. He’s an undercover agent who very likely doesn’t trust anyone he hasn’t known for a long time but this is his face during his first meeting with Neil.

WE know why Neil is being friendly and why he stares at The Protagonist the way he does but he doesn’t. Why is he so immediately comfortable with Neil?

From the moment they meet to the final battle The Protagonist is so emotionally affected by Neil’s impending death that he considers putting the world in danger to try and save his life. He doesn’t see the point in Neil dying, and when Neil tells him that it’s just “what happened” The Protagonist doesn’t see why he should care about anything at all if every decision has already been made.

Until Neil explains to him that just because their future self has already made the decision for them, just because the path is laid out, doesn’t mean what they do doesn’t matter. Neil’s life saved everything, that matters (this one lesson goes on to affect how The Protagonist forms and runs Tenet). The Protagonist understands that yet he still wants to save Neil.

But at the end, all he can do is let Neil go. Continue moving forward.

Because there is a past for Neil. And a future for them.

*just a cute gif i wanted to include of The Protagonist staring at Neil like a day after they met.(idk how long a timeframe the movie takes place over)*

#tenet #the protagonist #neil tenet #protagoneil #inverted husbands #the protagonist x neil #sator tenet #kat tenet #infodump #love story #what’s happened happened #scifi #science fiction #time travel #except not really

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thisisthiago · 10 months

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WeHeartIt is dead.

It died in 2023, during a sunny June, though the process started taking place way before that date. It’s unclear, though, the reason why it started to happen. And, since I’m not a journalist, I might focus on why it meant so much to me for so long.

WeHeartIt, famous for embracing thousands of people around the idea of creating personal galleries and sharing them with friends, was born in 2008 from a Brazilian developer. He came up with the idea of creating a platform where people could save, share and, most importantly, heart images.

And didn't that work out? At its peak, the social network had 25 million monthly users and partnered with brands such as Teen Vogue to promote content and increase that reach. Of course, there was always Pinterest, but this wasn’t it. WeHeartIt was a hot mess of posting and hearting and expressing ourselves through the images we saved or the postcards we sent or even the collections we built. Of course, you could open Pinterest and organize your ideas, wishes, and... crochet templates, I guess? But at WeHeartIt, what looked like a mess would then become a gallery with layers of meanings and feelings, resembling the rings of trees. Our profiles, as rings of trees can tell us about a harsh winter or a particularly hot summer, would have layers composed of travel dreams, romantic ideas, or heartbreaking moments. It was safe and, as a 2018 article from Women’s Forum would point out, it was a mood booster.

Can you imagine such a lovely mess? "Dancing On My Own" was at the top of the parades (at least for hipsters worldwide), Tumblr was the next most favorite network, and Facebook wasn’t as cringe as it is now. In the middle of all that, WeHeartIt was thriving. Saving us from the boredom and helping us all to create a gallery where we could go back to see (and feel) all that was there to remember.

But then, things started to go somewhere out of the road, and we learned that good and new features don’t necessarily mean improvement. The app didn't have to try and be anything else. Of course, a design refreshment is always welcome, but some of the updates were simply needless or had no sense at all. All of that led to what we encounter today when we go into the platform website.

I won’t refer to all of the annoying-but-still-not-changing-the-core-of-the-app updates and features. I’m talking about ads, postcards, articles and yes, podcasts. Though all of these were meaningless and even annoying, they never interfered in my possibility of using the core functions of the app: managing my profile, visiting other people’s profiles, and hearting images.

Then, all of a sudden, WeHeartIt starts rolling out a message saying that the app will now focus on other features and so, they would do part with profiles and hearting. Yes, you read that correctly. The owners of the app decided that the main functions of the website should no longer be available, in order to redirect the main focus of the app to photo editing.

As I said in a rather harsh review of the latest version of the app in Apple’s App Store:

The so-called "photo editing" capabilities are laughable, barely a patch on dedicated apps in that domain. It's utterly disheartening that even a relic like the 1967 app surpasses WeHeartIt as a creative tool at this point. There appears to be an overwhelming lack of satisfaction with this so-called "upgrade."

Though scattered around the web, many of the platform users have shown their discomfort with the current state of the app. A quick search on Twitter, Reddit, App Store Reviews, and even Tumblr shows us. Even though some users still try to make some of the old features of the service work, it’s only a matter of time until the database is updated and we no longer have access to any image at all.

It’s sad that WeHeartIt is dying. The idea was great, and the execution worked for a while, but now it just looks as if the owners of the platform are looking for an excuse to shut it down permanently. We might as well just end up with a page like the former ffffound.

#weheartit #ffffound #we heart it #grief #hipster #vintage #aesthetic #tumblr #pinterest #love

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shesintoomanyfandoms · 24 days

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It’s the summertime in Westport, Connecticut.

Elsewhere in the world, a war is being fought. The forces of good and evil collide, and unbeknownst to the woman, her son is about to die.

But no one is dying here.

Here, where plates of burnt cookies and peanut butter sandwiches in Tupperware containers and plastic cups with Kool-Aid litter the rooms. Stuffed animals of various horrendous monsters line the walkways.

May Castellan bakes cookies while her son takes his final breath.

She has no idea that he will never return home.

About a day later, in Westport, Connecticut, the air is humid and hot, but May is out and about anyway. She’s getting ready to bake cookies. Her son’s favorite. His eyes were like his father’s, you know.

But somewhere else in the world, only about two hours away by car, another girl begins to speak. Her name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and she’s been taken over by the Oracle of Delphi. The son of Hades is finally not an outcast. Rachel becomes the first Oracle in a very, very long time.

Two hours away, a middle-aged woman collapses.

And one of two things happens in Westport, Connecticut.

May Castellan might have been baking cookies inside her home. When she collapsed, she might have hit her head against the counter on her way down, knocking her out. The cookies, left unattended, caught on fire. May might have died. The firemen, called when the neighbors noticed black smoke billowing from the residence of May Castellan, might have found her in the same place, still with a measuring spoon in her hand.

May Castellan might have woken up in a lobby in Las Vegas. She might have flexed her fingers a little, shocked and finally free of the Oracle’s curse. She might have numbly given the ferryman some cash out of her wallet. She might have appeared before the judges of the dead. They might have declared that ultimately, she had cared greatly for those around her, and had made a brave sacrifice in trying to host the Oracle. She might have been sent to Elysium.

She might have looked around at the host of other dead people, there in a paradise and very confused. A boy might have caught her eye. Barely an adult, with sandy blond hair and a scar down his face. He had blue eyes. Like his father. May Castellan might have approached carefully. She had seen her son in the face of so many people. Was this an illusion, too? She might have asked him, “Luke? Is that you?”

That might have happened.

But it didn’t.

A middle-aged woman collapses on a sidewalk in the heat of a Connecticut summer. Her neighbors call 911, scared that the crazy lady who lives nearby might have finally kicked the bucket. The ambulance arrives quickly, and the paramedics whisk May away to a nearby hospital. She finally wakes up, and begins to take solid foods again. May feels as if she is in a tranceâ€”finally without the Oracle’s curse, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She has become the insane woman, the woman without a child or a job or friends or even an okay house. How does she go on from here?

Two hours away, a girl with fiery red hair and paint on her clothes and skin talks to a boy with pale skin and a skull ring. “She’s been freed,” the girl tells the boy. “I could sense her leaving.”

Two days later, the girl and the boy show up in May’s hospital room. They aren’t technically allowed to be there, but a little Mist goes a long way.

May looks at them suspiciously. “Who are you two?” she asks. “I don’t have any relatives other than my son, and he’sâ€¦” she lets that hang in the air for a second.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Castellan, but it’s true. Your son died a hero,” the boy says softly. The girl shoots him a look, but May needed the truth. She’s been living a lie for too long.

“We came to make sure that you were okay,” Rachel says softly. She makes eye contact with May, and a certain kind of understanding passes between them.

“You will make a wonderful Oracle,” May tells her firmly. “Do not doubt that. I was young and foolish. I made my choices. But you are stronger than I.”

“Thank you,” the girl says softly.

“Now,” May says, “Can you two tell me more about my son?”

#may castellan #luke castellan #nico di angelo #rachel elizabeth dare #percy jackson #fix it fic #fix it au #fix it fanfiction #pjo fanfic #percy jackson fic #headcanon #my headcanons

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sensei-venus · 10 months

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Had this idea from one of @gemini-sensei recently Hawk/Gremlin!Reader posts. I thought this would be cute.

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Every sense that day they had been a inseparable couple.

For the first few weeks they tried their best to keep the relationship a secret from the others. It was easy for a while, Miguel and Sam rarely questioned why the two of them hung out together. He was keeping Reader busy in their eyes and that was about it. It was pretty normal that Hawk was to be on watch duty for the girl. Reader was still as random and weird as usual and Hawk was till as cocky and pissy as he normal was.

It wasn’t until they decided to tell them after almost being caught making out…under one of the decks at the dojo. Reader simply popped out from under it when they where on break from class and dragged him under for a quick make out session.

It was all hot and giggly until Sam and Miguel decided to have their own little moment right outside where they where hiding. They knew they had to tell them at some point now. It was only a matter of time before they figured it out anyway.

Telling them was easier then expecting but the reaction was comical.

Sam didn’t seem to question it much at first but as a little time went on she did. The idea of a boy and girl getting together in her mind was completely normal, happens all the time of course. But then she starts thing about who they are talking about. Yeah that is definitely a little out of the ordinary.

Miguel may or may not blow a gasket at the new shocking information. He really cares about and loves Reader but he never thought she would end up with anyone in his direct friend group. He always thought she would end up going out and finding someone just as strange as her. With the news of her going out with Hawk he is in a bit of shock. Hawk always seemed to dislike baby sitting Reader and practically begged him not to make him do it. It had him pulling out his dyed hair every single time. Having to chase her around seemed to always set him on edge. Being told they where dating now? A complete and utter shock. But he did start to see how the two really got on together and it started to make more sense.

Both of them where pretty adventurous and like to keep active. Hawk was more active by routine while Reader was just all over the place because she could be. Both of them liked the same things, similar hobbies and interests, they even tried new things together. That girl always seemed to have the boy on his toes at every minute. It was kinda cute two watch the two do stupid things together.

Everyone was very supportive after they came out to everyone.

Life went by and things changed in good ways as time ticked by for everyone. Friendships and relationships grew, school ended and graduation was done. People took breaks and some went to college, new jobs and life decisions. But for the most part everyone stayed close by. Miguel and Hawk stayed close and even hung out every other week after the both of them got off work and school.

Something big happened one late evening when they where out at a bar hanging out.

“So I was thinking about asking Reader to marry me soon.”

Miguel almost choked on his beer and blew some out though his nose. He coughed and hacked a little which made Hawk squint his eyes and scoff. He tried to catch his breath as he turns his attention back to his friend.

“Wait really? Not that I’m saying I didn’t see it coming it’s just kind soon? I though it would be another year or two before you decided to pop the question.” He wipes at his mouth. Dribbles of beer spilled down his chin a little and onto his shirt.

“I don’t know, it just feels right. We have our own place now and we are already starting to settle down. Life is going pretty good for the both of us and it just feels the the time is now.”

“Have you liked picked out a ring yet?”

Hawk fumbles in his pocket for a moment before pulling something out and placing it on the table. Miguel blinks a few times with a frown.

“Uhhhh I don’t know if that’s exactly what she would want.”

“Your really saying that after knowing her for so long?”

“Ok I take it back, she is going to love it. Just don’t let her put it in her mouth this time-“

“She won’t be able to once I do what I want with it. It’s going to look cool man trust me.”

Miguel gave him a questioning look as he grabbed the item and shoved it back into his pocket. He really wanted to question what he meant by that but decided against it. Both Reader and Hawk where weird in their own little way. It was best to not even try and question what his little plan was. He would just have to hear about it later on.

It was about two months later that Hawk had everyone planned and ready. He made sure every little detail was perfect for when he wanted to pop the question to his girlfriend. He promises to take her out on a trail for the weekend when they where both off. Of course she said yes and went crazy over the idea of getting to go out to the woods and look for stuff. Hawk made sure to bring a huge bag full of stuff then would need. Everytime they went out to the woods it was like going back to a pleasant memory. It brought back so much from when they first started going out together and dating.

After a few hours of walking around, Reader finding a whole bunch of new stuff to add to her collection back home. New rocks and a few cool pieces of wood. In her mind she already knew where she was going to put them when they got back to the house. She giggle as she pulled Hawk along the trail. He smirks at her with all teeth.

“You remember this place?”

“Umm kinda? This is the same trail you confessed your feelings to me right?” She feels her face get warm at the memory. There wasn’t a day that went by when she didn’t think about it. It made her feel all fuzzy for a brief moment.

She had liked Hawk for a while before he confessed. Weeks of hanging out with him when Miguel and Sam where to busy. Over those weeks and months she grew closer to him, but not close enough to show any kinda of true feelings towards him. Deep down she believed that he would never like her like that. He didn’t even like hanging around her from the way he acted most of the time, she saw how he would groan and moan when Miguel would ask him to stay with her.

It hurt but she knew it was true, he just didn’t like her like that. But when that day in the woods happened she felt like she was touched by some saving light or something. The little fantasy she made up of him actually liking her came true when he confessed his feelings. It didn’t feel real.

But then he kissed her and she knew it was.

She almost yelped when he pulled her down next to the stream on the other side of the trail. He lead her over to a shady area. Looking up her eyes gazed into the beaches and leaves of the trees hanging above them. Light slowly seeped though the foliage and down onto them.

“You know I remember what you did here that day. When we kissed down here for the first time.” Hawk said in a more serious tone, his voice low but sweet. She could see the way his eyes glazed a little as he stared at her. She cocked her head for a moment before looking back up though the tree tops.

“What?”

She didn’t even notice when he lets go of one of her hands and reaches into the bag he brought. He pulls out a small white ring box that fits perfectly in his hand. He smiles as he flicks it open, his eyes only briefly look up at her again. The grin on his lips is huge as he slowly gets down on one knee.

“I know you slipped that rock into my pocket when we where kissing. I found it later when I got home. I kept it you know, in a little box under my bed with a lot of the other stuff you gave me after that. I think it was time I finally give it back.”

Reader’s head snaps back as she says “What? Why would you want to give it back-“ she looks down at him with wide eyes.

“It was a gift to youuu….”

Hawk kneels down in front of her still holding onto one of her hands tightly. The other holding a open a ring box. Inside is a ring nestled inside it.

It wasn’t a diamond ring, a polished stone sat perfectly embedded in the middle of the metal.

“Eli-“

“I wanted to give it back to you but in a different way. I have loved this stupid rock for years now because not only was it a gift from you but to me it stands for something completely different. This simple rock stands for you, it stands for the quirky, weird strange girl I feel in love with. She believes giving me a simple rock was the perfect way to show her love and feelings for me. So here I am, giving her that very rock to show my love and feelings.”

He huffs slightly.

“Reader will you please marry me?”

It was silent for a while as everything sunk in for the both of them. Reader felt tears start to come to her eyes as she looked at her long time boyfriend.

Hawk nervously sat waiting wondering if he really did pick the right moment to ask her. What if she wasn’t ready? What if he read all the signal wrongs and it was to soon? He started to anxiously chew at the inside of his cheek.

“Eli yes!! Yes I will marry you!!” She practically yells at him. He’s in shock but is quick to tear the ring from its box and quickly place it onto her finger. She squeals as he put it on her and just stares at it, tears already starting to bubble. He is quick to kiss her. The two of them just stand there in the middle of the woods kissing for a while.

They pull back and Reader just stares at the ring that is now on her chubby little finger.

“Can I-“

“If I find you putting it in your mouth I’m taking it back and I’m drawing a fake one on there.” Hawk says out of love as he kisses her full pouting cheeks.

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