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My John || Eleventh Doctor x gn!Reader

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Summary: At the news of an unknown distress call from the Tardis, the Doctor must go undercover. With the trust of thousands of years, he places himself (both watch and being) into your hands. Enter Dr. John Smith (not really a medical doctor just has his doctorate) your new roommate.

Inspired by: The Transmission by @fabulouspotatosister + 'ceilings' - Lizzy McAlpine

[[A/N: This was majorly based on the lyrics: 'But it's not real, and you don't exist'. So angst warning. But it has a happy ending, I swear. ]]

"It won't be long."

You could remember the creases of his face as he said it to you, the smooth of the worry in his brow -just because he didn't want you to see it. Well, you felt it now, the ache of days and nights and the heaviness of the watch in your pocket -you couldn't let go of it or put it out of your sight.

"When the time comes, you'll know."

You'd asked more about that then, about the how and the what and the why, but he waved it all off. 'You're clever,' he spoke, and you couldn't help the flutter in your stomach, '-you'll know.' So, you had prepared yourself to the life you found eerie compared to the previous one. Seeing John was... a domestic look on the Doctor and you weren't sure if it was good or bad for you.

"Honey, I'm home," he loudly announced, sing-songy with a cheer you couldn't quite match.

You exhaled, shook your hands, and stood to your feet, peeking out your bedroom door to where the Doctor... John stood.

He dressed differently now, more casual sometimes with the early morning pajamas. Today, however, he was dressed with a white button up and slacks, familiar, but matched with a long brown coat that had the same vibe as a trench coat but not the same material. And on the tip of his nose sat a pair of glasses, that you'd seen on the Doctor, yes, but rarely.

"Oh, so we have pet names now, dear?" You teased, watching as the tips of his ears began to burn a bright red.

It was natural, whatever banter you'd acquired. It was rather flirty, sure, but natural. You didn't want to think about what that meant too much.

"Dear?" He shriveled up his nose, "-What are we, an old married couple? I'd at least like to be dearest."

You snorted, walking towards the kitchen -which was right across the entry way, where he slipped off his shoes and placed his coat on the hanger. You were surprised by his organization in this light, especially since seeing some of the TARDIS's rooms.

"Okay, John dearest," you spoke, nose upturned as if you were pompous, "-may I ask how your day went? Were the kids okay today?"

He was a librarian at the local school, and sometimes on Saturdays he'd have extra readings for town square -he was quite the hit. With the voices he'd put on and the enthusiasm of the stories he told, the kids were enraptured. They weren't the only one.

"Of course," he grinned, "-haven't I told you, Thursday class kids are the best! Always desperate to learn that lot."

"Right," you carefully mixed the food upon the stove top, it wasn't on anymore but it was still warm enough to heat it up, "-that's the one with Charlotte in it, yeah?"

"Oh, yes, lovely Charlotte," he smiled, "-she'll go places I tell you. Today, she was negotiating an escape plan during recess, had a route down to the times."

You laughed, before siphoning off two servings and continuing, "And the meeting afterward?"

His demeanor dropped, as he pouted with a groan, "Boring, you know I hate to sit still for too long. Plus, George was just spewing nonsense statistics the whole time -didn't grasp onto much."

"Naturally," you hummed, taking a seat across from him as you placed his plate in front of you. You were usually the one to cook, not for... John's lack of trying, but more for the whole apartment's safety.

"What about you?" He countered, eyes attentive on you, it was unusual for you -the Doctor was usually everywhere all at once but John was often just an observer, "How was yours?"

The attention was odd, sometimes, but you'd grown to like it -despite how flustered it could make you. Depending on the day, and if his hair was messy and collar fussed. Luckily, he seemed well-composed today -a perfect picture of John, not the Doctor.

"Boring," you answered, not finding anything of note in your day. It was quiet mostly here, and you couldn't often chance going out without knowing where the Doctor was or if the threat was even still active.

"Oh, come off it," he dragged, his tone playful, "-you can do better than that. Go on, tell me. Anything new?"

You shook your head with a smile, "Not much, I'm just in the early stages now jotting ideas down in whatever form I can. There's not... It's all drafts."

You stayed home, under the illusion of being a writer -waiting for their big break. You did write though, detailing your adventures with well... him. It helped you sometimes when you missed him, and worst case scenario, it reminded you of what you were doing this all for. Because John's familiar soft smile and gleaming eyes were something you knew you could get yourself lost in.

You wished you could keep this version of him somewhere within you (locked away tight, yours), but you could never wish the lack of the Doctor in the world. Or even with you for that matter.

"I imagine it's lovely," he spoke, tone soft and the blush on his cheeks rising high, "-anything you make will be."

And there it was. The suspicious, fond gaze you'd caught from him now. It was happening more often, between the shared hours of the day you and John were domestic -connected personally, even. And you knew it felt that way, with him coming home, and sharing the space so intricately.

Just looking around the kitchen, you could see John just about in every crevice. An apron there (that said kiss the cook), some themed salt and pepper shakers (they were shaped like little animals), and the book he kept by the counter -he often sat there as you cooked, and you well enjoyed the company.

And everywhere else, you'd find him too. Little trinkets on bookshelves he just "couldn't live without", a few snowglobes from different cities (you found he was invested in traveling), and notepads just about everywhere. He always had something new to remember afterall.

"Well, thank you," you hummed, cursing yourself for the flush that went up your own cheeks. This isn't him, and he's not even himself.

How is that fair.

"But," you continued, playfully, "-I doubt you're an unbiased critic."

He made a big dramatic gesture with his hands to himself before speaking in a high-pitched tone, "Me? What? Never."

"John," you hummed, "-you're really not a good liar."

"Not to you," He smiled, his eyes carrying a whimsical shine that made your stomach swirl with familiarity, "You see right through me. I'll have you know, some of my classes think I'm a trainer of wild lions over the summer."

"You remember you teach children, right? They're fairly gullible."

"Pish-posh," he tsked, scooping some of the food into his mouth with a grace you found mostly unknown to the Doctor -other than tactful speeches and addressing an enemy, "-children are rather smart, just don't know how to use it yet."

"Yes, right," you countered, "-and this is an unbiased look, coming from a children's teacher, then?"

He rolled his eyes, a playfulness giving him away on his face, "Alright, you win. I'm shelving this argument for now."

"Just shelving it?"

"Yes," he confirmed, smiling up at you from his plate, and you felt your heart do a little twist in its place, "-anyway, I meant to ask you something."

You pursed your eyebrows at the sudden topic change, but pressed further on, "Yes?"

"Well, there's a-" he fidgetted with his fork, eyes now looking anywhere but you, "-a work thing Saturday. A big party, music and food. It's a celebration for getting halfway through the year, I suppose. Anyway, I just... well-"

"John?" You interrupted, clear, and concise but a touch concerned -had he seen something? Was it time?

"I'd like for you to come," he spit out, quicker than what was previously said but you still caught it (a symptom of the Doctor’s long-winded rants you supposed), "-with me. If you're not... busy."

"John," you hummed, with a grin, "-as if I'm ever too busy for you."

John smiled, the kind of smile the Doctor got when you were 'bloody brilliant' or so he'd put it. It made you feel special, all of your limbs felt like they were fizzing. The difference was now... you hadn't done anything. He looked at you like the stars were merely rocks, just because you'd said you'd go to a work party with him.

The Doctor wouldn't have done that. And that fact made your stomach twist in guilt, this wasn't really him. John wasn't really a person, just a shell of who he was meant to be and you were the only person so close to him.

And here you were, feeling things that you shouldn't with a man who only had you within this world.

Sure, he was giving you signals. Signals that made your head spin because you had always wanted them from that face, but it wasn't him. It's not fair.

"Brilliant," he grinned in response, before taking the two of your plates away with the same enthusiasm. He wouldn't wash them, he never did directly after dinner. Always said he didn't want to waste a moment.

And maybe you didn't want to either.

The next few days were busy for you, more than usual, you'd been trying to trace who had been after him for the past year. It had been a year. You were getting nowhere, mostly because he hadn't told you anything -'he' being the Doctor.

So, you weren't exactly ready when Saturday crawled up on you. John had practically been bouncing off the walls, fidgeting with his tie. He hadn't looked at you once as he navigated the space, grabbing things he'd strewn about -he looked so natural here. Fit here, with you.

It'd been familiar. You missed him.

Every day you did.

The Doctor jumping around the space, eager to tell you about the hills that stars grew on, or the alien race that communicated through smell.

"Isn't it brilliant?" He'd always be grinning so bright it could blind you, and he'd twirl around the controls for good measure. Eyes looking to you for your reaction, beautiful green twinkling with wonder you thought you'd lost when you were six. You had lost when you were six, but he... he brought it back.

"Y/N?" he spoke, well not him... but him, "Everything alright?"

John was in your space, a few steps away -maybe afraid to bridge the gap, he extended a hand. You'd realized then you were crying, the tears silent against your cheeks -you didn't even realize...

"If you're not-" he started, his fingers clenching in the air between the two of you like he'd wanted to touch you but wasn't sure, "If you don't want to go, we can stay."

We, he'd always said something like that -a package deal. Maybe you could live in your delusions for a bit, you could be selfish once.

With a breath, you closed the gap -connecting your hands and intertwining your fingers with his. His hand moved naturally... like it was meant for this... like his hand was meant to be in yours. It was intimate, something about you not being in direct danger and still holding him close.

You were safe, in your apartment; the two of you dressed dashingly, all for a party you were now bound to be late to.

"Wish I could," clearing your throat of the tears, you swung your hand and his between the two of you with the smallest of smiles, "-but my date is pretty handsome, couldn't bare to let him down."

John chuckled, you could still see the smear of concern in the pull of his brows but he could never really help it with you, "Handsome, really? This date seems very lucky then. From where I'm looking-"

You snorted, shaking your head and letting go of his hand -heading towards the apartment door, "We're going to be late, John."

"You started it," he pouted, before spinning around in a circle -eyes darting, "-wait, where's my coat?"

"John, darling," you hummed, pointing to the coat that was draped right across the back of the couch.

"Right, yes," he responded, grabbing it before freezing in place like your words had just now processed, "-did you say... darling?"

"Good observation."

"That's new, isn't it?" he asked, eyes intent on you for a moment -like you were a mystery he couldn't solve, "-I like it."

"Oh hush you," you snickered, not lingering on the slip any longer than you wanted to, "-we are so late."

John grinned bright and you saw him then -adventurous and wonderful, as he approached you -almost giddy, "I wouldn't have it any other way, darling."

The party was fuller than you'd expected, really. It wasn't just in some breakroom with dollar streamers and cupcakes with the kind of icing that stained your mouth. There were lights, music, and it was catered. With a mouthwatering buffet, mind you.

"John," you hush whispered, "-you didn't tell me it was fancy."

"How was I supposed to know?" he whispered back, defensive, "-This is my first one too!"

At that moment, two men walked up -each in a more dashing suit than the other, groomed to the nines. You truly doubted these guys were teachers, but based on the man that stood by your side... maybe it was true.

"Oh my," the taller one, who if you had to guess was the gym teacher spoke, eyes caught on you, "-John, is this the infamous Y/N?"

The other man straightened, eyes landing on yours, "No way!"

"Infamous?" You turned to John with a questioning brow, now this was interesting.

"It's not-"

"I'm Joseph," the taller one extended his hand to shake, before motioning to the man beside him, "-and this is my husband, Elliot."

"Not that I need to tell you," you smiled towards John, "-but I'm Y/N. It's wonderful to meet you."

"Gosh," Joseph began with a teasing smile toward John, who seemed like a branch in the wind, "-I feel like I know you already. John here's told me so much-"

"Alright," John erupted, the tips of his ears burning bright red -avoiding his eyes to yours, "-that's enough."

You added with a smile, playful, "Dearest, I'm not so sure. I'm quite interested in-"

He rolled his eyes, but you could see the quirk on his lips, "Yeah, yeah. You've had your fun. Now dance with me."

"What?"

"You promised me a dance, silly," he reiterated, pulling you away from the two to a space with less people -the music soft and echoing across the space, "-don't you remember?"

You narrowed your eyes, resisting the pull, "I certainly did not."

"Okay, well, then..." he paused, thinking and still holding your hand between the two of you -loosely, "-I'm asking you now. Will you dance with me?"

You stared at him, his face dancing in the lighting of the space and that strand of his hair falling in front of his eyes like it always did -god, you'd gotten used to him. There was an urge to brush it away, to hold his face -his precious, precious face.

Instead, you squeezed his hand, "Of course."

He smiled, and pulled you to the floor -eyes intent and focused, the music was slow, melodic. You assumed it was requested, based on the nature of the tones, didn't feel quite party to you.

"John," you confessed, "-I really don't know how to dance to this."

He laughed to himself, before gently guiding you the rest of the way to floor, "Don't worry, follow my lead."

John moved your hand to his shoulder, placed his hand on your back, and intertwined your free hands together without a second thought. It felt personal, really to be a breath away from him -for his hands to holding you close. Not in a hug, where you couldn't see his eyes.

But now you could.

"See, watch," he hummed, moving to step in a square -you knew this part, "-you're a natural!"

"You're just saying that," you echoed with a smile, unused to the flattery so close. So tantalizingly close that you could feel the breath of it on your lips. This had never happened.

"Y/N," he spoke, hushed, just for you to hear, "-did you ever think... you could... we could, really-"

"Yes?" you asked, eyes caught in his as you desperately tried to not step on his toes.

"Well, if you-" he began, before frowning, "-if you wanted we could maybe-"

A scream interrupted his sentence, loud and brash, and something within you snapped. You tried to get eyes on the obstruction, but the crowds running just dragged your eyes elsewhere. '... you'll know.'

"We know he's here," a voice slithered, yes slithered, through the crowd -the tone, unnatural, "-give him to us. NOW."

"When the time comes, you'll know."

Your eyes darted to John's who were frantically looking to you, almost checking you over, "John, we have to go."

He seemed speechless, "O-Okay."

You'd kept the watch on you, you could hardly leave it out of your sight -so the cold tingle against your side was quite comforting now. The clothes you were wearing didn't have much pocket space, but it had... something, after all.

Where to, you stared out at the intricate hallways, where to?

"WHERE IS HE?!"

There was a door down the way, space looked small, but it would have to work. You didn't have many options.

Pulling him into the space (a janitor's closet by the looks of it), you shut the door behind you two -making sure it wasn't an automatic lock. The darkness was all encompassing before you found the switch as you brushed your fingers along the wall.

"When you said out, I assumed you meant, well-" he spoke, tone shaky and it was moments like this where the difference was stark, "-out."

"John," you spoke, directly looking into his eyes, "-do you trust me?"

"What, yes-" he sputtered out, eyes lost and it would've been cute had you not been in the situation you were.

"Good," you spoke, before sticking your hand into his coat's pocket -the side he never used, and fished out what you were looking for. The sleek metal in your hand was unusual sure, but not... unwelcome, really.

John stared at it, eyes wide and breaths hollowing, "What... is that? I've never even seen that before! Was that in there the whole-"

"John, this is hard to explain," you exhaled, digging into your own pocket to pull out the watch -it was warm in your hands, "-but you are not John Smith."

"What?!"

"This," you pulled his hand over the watch in yours, you could almost feel it react, "-is you."

"Y/N," he echoed, "-I think you hit your head. You're acting-"

"Crazy," you finished, "-I know."

You could almost see the spandrels of gold connecting with his fingertips, twisting through the air to meet his skin. They were small though, delicate, easily cleared if he wanted them to be.

"Your name is the Doctor, you are an alien-"

"An alien?!"

"-the last one of your kind, Timelord," you continued, gently turning the watch to be in his hand, "-and the world needs you."

"This is-" he began, backing away -trying to push the watch back into your hands, "-ridiculous. My name is John Smith, I'm a librarian at Dexington Primary School. I have been for a year-"

"John-" you began -desperate.

"I got my degree, I met you on campus-" his tone was still fond somehow, "-you spilled your coffee on me, and wanted me to apologize-"

"John-" you interrupted, you couldn't hear this. Not now. Not when you were about to lose him.

"And I should've been mad. I should've been, but your smile was brilliant and I couldn't even think straight-"

"John, please." You echoed, tone gentle, soft.

"I thought you were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen," he looked up at you, eyes red and watery, "...How can that not be real?"

"Oh John," you hummed, tears of your own gathering -your hand coming to rest on his cheek, idly tracing the skin there, "-my darling John. It was."

John leaned into your palm, tears floating down his cheeks, and you wiped them away.

"This," you whispered, a bit breathless from the tears of your own and pointed between the two of you, "-was real. I know that."

"Then, why-" he began, eyes fluttering all over your face.

"You're-" you sighed, shakily and hesitant to let him go, "-you're not you, John. Not really."

"I want to be-" he started, reflecting his hand on your face -wiping at your tears, "-I just want to be your John. Why can't I?"

"Because you're the Doctor," you hummed, your heart breaking in your chest, "-and I can't take that away from the world."

He seemed to understand then, looking down at the watch with purpose -trying to see it for it was, you thought. His hands were shaking, and his eyes were heavy with a feeling you'd seen before in them, in the Doctor's eyes.

"I..." he whispered, looking back up into your eyes, "-I love you. Truly, I- I do. You have to know that, before I... Before I go."

"My John," you were crying now, the twist in your chest strong - an ache, a yearning, "-I love you too."

Without a second thought, you pushed forward, placing your other hand on his face -connecting your lips to his. You could be selfish twice, you decided, as you held his precious, precious face between your fingers.

It was bittersweet, the salt of your tears soiling your lips, but you really honestly couldn't change a thing. You wouldn't.

It was an ending you wouldn't forget.

With a breath, you pulled apart but let your fingers stay for a moment -eyes dancing around his face, to remember this. To remember John.

Because this... wasn't the Doctor, no matter how hard you wished it to be. It would be gone so very soon.

"You were lovely," you hummed, brushing his hair back and letting your fingers linger on his skin, "-I'll miss you."

With that, you stepped back.

"I'll miss you too."

He stared at you, green eyes so open, so vulnerable, he was hesitant -toying around with the watch in his fingers. You exhaled, shakily, and nodded.

John smiled, a brief one that you tried to commit to your brain, so fond... so loving. He didn't need to say anything else, so he flicked open the watch, and golden light burst into the room. It was so bright, you had to hide your eyes in the crook of your arm -the warmth biting up against your skin. It felt like a harsher version of the sun, searing across your skin, but it wasn't necessarily hurting.

And then, it stopped.

You looked up from behind your arm, and-

"Bloody hell," he spoke, gruff to himself, as he seemed to try to get something out of his ear, "-that was a rough one."

The joy you felt in your heart was immeasurable, but you still felt quite... broken open, splayed out like a puddle on the floor, and he was not.

He wiped at his eyes, noticing the tears -most likely, "What was I even-"

His eyes caught onto you, the eyes that you had missed -the extra heaviness, the extra wonder, and the infinite knowledge in that brain of his.

He lit up into a smile so bright that warmed you, "Y/N! Thank the stars, you look terrific."

The Doctor leaned forward, brushing a hand through your hair -it was longer now, "How long has it been?"

You paused, "About a year."

"Oh," he hummed, eyes everywhere but your face -thoughts quick and unraveling, "-that was a bit of miscalculation on my part... My bad. I didn’t think-"

His eyes finally landed on you, and he faltered. Moving quickly toward you, his hands unwittingly went to your face, wiping at the tears that had fled there. Your face was no doubt a wreck, sniffling nose and eyes scrubbed red.

"Have you been-" the Doctor paused, speaking softer, "Have you been crying?"

"I..." you began, but couldn't finish it.

"I was crying, too," he continued, "-well, not me but... me. What, so we were crying together that's-"

He fell silent, looking at you again -almost analyzing. There was a gleam, a shine of understanding, and you knew.

"You loved him," he concluded. The silence echoing loud after the words, bouncing around your head like a pinball machine, "-didn't you?"

You couldn't do this now, you really couldn't do this now, "Doctor, now is not the time."

Before he could say another word, you dug the screwdriver out of your pocket -it was shoved there when you... it didn't matter. Not now.

He narrowed his eyes at you, saying something you recognized to be 'we'll talk later', before accepting the tool with a grin, "Right then, duty calls, doesn't it?"

"As always," you quipped. He rewarded you with a grin that send your stomach into knots, one you'd missed so dearly.

The aliens who had come to him were fairly easy to handle, they were a bit too overconfident in their planning. The Doctor had simply slipped right in, and they hadn't been prepared for it. Hardly worth a year.

They underestimated him, you could tell. He was pouting about it. Had been for the last 10 minutes.

"What, they really thought I would fall for that?" He muttered to himself, as you both roamed the area -checking up on the masses, keeping an eye out for any injury that needed to be urgently dealt with.

And then you saw them, the men: Joseph and Elliot. They sat huddled together, comforting each other with what looked like some other teachers -their eyes widened in relief at the sight of the two of you, you assumed.

"Y/N, John!" Joseph exclaimed, the pull of his eyebrows lessening, "Thank god, you two are alright, are you hurt anywhere?"

He briefly scanned the two of you, seeming to come up with nothing, "-good."

"Joseph, right?" The Doctor asked, you knew he retained partial memories, so it made sense, "-Is everyone okay over here?"

"Yeah," Joseph answered, eyes flickering down the line, "-George sprained an ankle, but that seems to be the worst thing so far."

He was confused, you could tell by this new dynamic and the shift in... John. Your weren't sure how to even start in an explanation though, and the Doctor didn't seem too worried so you just waved it off.

"You're..." Elliot began, observing, "... different, John. You sure you okay?"

The Doctor chuckled, "I'm quite alright, never been better really. I'm just... not quite John."

"If I hadn't seen snake people about 10 minutes ago," Joseph responded, "-I'd say that's weird... but now? Do you just... You're not John?"

"No, well yes," the Doctor scrambled, "-John is like a piece of me. Just a part of my whole self, really. I... felt all the things John felt, saw what he saw. It just wasn't fully me."

They nodded, and he took it as means to continue.

"The rest of me was locked away, kind of," he spoke, face trying to track what he'd say, "-does that make sense?"

"The most I've heard today," Joseph quipped, "-which is not very much."

"Well," he grinned -wide and bright, the knowledge of worlds blooming behind his eyes, "-that's all I can ask, really."

"Are you two okay?" You asked, eyeing the two with a sensitive eye.

"Yes," they smiled at you, both of them had such kind eyes, "-we came up unscathed, luckily."

You sighed in relief, "Okay, good."

"Right then," he hummed, eyeing you with an eye you found familiar, questioning concern, "-off we pop, keep in touch, will you?"

"Don't you know it... uh-"

"The Doctor," you clarified, "-world-saving alien."

"Doctor, okay," he laughed -despite looking quite in shock, it was almost just adding to the pile rather than well... being a new type of weird, "-try and stay safe, will you? I may not... know you, but I know John. I rather cared for that bloke."

"We will," you answered, your smile a little bittersweet -you couldn't think about it too much now. Later.

The plan originally had been to go to the Tardis, but this outfit had been one of your best -you wouldn't let it be lost deep in the hallways. You'd already lost at least 3 hoodies in there -limited edition ones, too. And the Doctor was like a lost puppy, so he'd be sure to follow behind.

John had been the same in that sense, showing you things, gravitating towards the same room, and practically pouting for entertainment when you sat still for too long.

The trip up the stairwell was unusually silent, you'd felt odd in the presence of the Doctor and well... silence. It felt like he was always talking, and if by some chance he wasn't, he was everywhere. Big motions filling up a space, he'd almost always have a spotlight shining on him -attention on him anywhere he went.

It was the curse of the companion to fall in love with the wonder, one you knew well.

But this part of the Doctor was rarely there, this part was the kind where he'd stay silent for days -thinking about something in particular. An anniversary of an event, he wouldn't say what; the only way you could tell was he wouldn't be jumping to go elsewhere. He'd stay right there.

You felt that same part here, following you to the apartment that you... that you used to share. Kind of. You weren't quite sure where his memories were, what he remembered about the year (or even the past few hours for that matter).

The door swung open, and the silence only intensified. Large and unmoveable, you were sure how to even approach it. Or if he even wanted you too.

"It's... blurry," he spoke, dusting his fingers along a snowglobe (one of his, technically) -you held back the twinge in your heart. John was everywhere in here.

"What is?" You questioned, absentmindedly playing the ends of one of the coats that hung there -it wasn't yours, but you thought you might keep it.

"The line between me and him," he answered, eyes scattering to different things littering across the space.

Looking at it, it looked very domestic.

The pairs of shoes by the door, the mugs paired by the stove -ready for tea, the pair of pillows decorating the couch -you'd both chosen one. It felt so... stuck together, you could barely breathe.

"There's things I know I..."

"Doctor," you shook your head, swallowing down the lump of tears in your throat -you were grieving... over someone right in front of you, "-you don't have to do this..."

He pursed his lips at you, furrowing his brow, "Do what?"

"This," you motioned to him, holding the snowglobe -close to his chest, "-I know John isn't you. You don't have to... I know."

"Y/N," he began, now placing the trinket back on the shelf, "-what are you talking about?"

"Doctor, it's embarrassing enough as it is."

"What is-" He questioned, roaming closer, "Y/N, you're making no sense."

"Stop," you rolled your eyes, walking further into the room, and of course he only followed you. What were you going to do with all this?

"Look at me," he held your biceps, guiding your eyes to his, "-does it look like I'm lying to you?"

You squinted at his, trying to closely analyze his face -you knew it, his tells, his existence was painted in the skull of your brain. Both Timelord and human now, you supposed.

"No," you decided -still not quite over the lump of emotion in your throat, would you ever be?

"Right then," he cleared his throat awkwardly and let go of your arms, "-good."

This was something starkly different, the Doctor fluttering away from affection so easily -stepping out of the space and not being aware anymore. John... He felt like he was looking at you, always looking at you. Maybe because he had nothing else to look at, but you liked to think it was because he wanted to. You hoped he did.

"Stop-" the Doctor interjected, the silence of the room breaking like glass -harsh and loud, "Stop thinking so loud."

You rolled your eyes, not wishing to deal with this side of him now -not when you felt like you were digging a grave for someone standing right in front of you. It was odd, the twisted feeling of watching what you knew to be the Doctor around the room. (The only real difference being the godforsaken bowtie. He'd stolen it at the party, the janitor -an older man with a kind smile, had easily given it away.)

He belonged here, you knew that. Hell, even before the last year, the Doctor would pop in for visits -movie nights, just to try something human he'd heard about, or his impatience on waiting for you. He had a spot then, sat on one of your wider windowsills -staring down at the streets below, or the lit up city, you weren't sure. The man just couldn't sit in a regular chair.

John hadn't done that. Sure, he'd made himself cozy in every space possible that he could, including the kitchen cabinets once (hell of a day), but never... never the windowsill. He hadn't wondered about what was outside, his whole world was right...

"Here," you hummed to yourself, tracing the tips of books on the shelves.

You saw that now, John had no need for adventure, no spark to see something new. He'd been content. Happy with just you.

The Doctor couldn't be like that, you knew that. He never could.

You weren't sure you'd ask him to.

"I wish I could," the Doctor spoke, a chuckle lost in the whisper of his words.

"What?"

He seemed to pause, thinking about his next words -the Doctor thinking never really meant anything good. But, you still found you waited.

"Your John," he finished, "-I wish I could be him."

You froze in your place, your breath hitching in your lungs -so, he had remembered, "We really don't have to-"

He seemed to continue, as if your words hadn't even been spoke, "You have to understand, Y/N, John is a part of me. Sure, without the extra bits, but still me. Me in my most basic form, human."

You didn't know what to say.

"Well," the Doctor corrected, "-human...ish. Not really an exact science, just kind of takes the regeneration energy and-"

"Doctor," you exhaled, tired, "-what is this all about?"

"You don't," he began, face furrowed into one of curious concern, "-You don't know?"

"Know what?"

He seemed to falter to a pause, like he was planning his next move. Or thinking of his next words again. You wondered what he had to be so careful about -you misinterpreting?

In a blink, he was in front of you -digging around through his pocket before he found what he was looking for -the watch, "Did I ever tell you how this works? The Chameleon Arch?"

"You mean the watch?" you questioned.

"I'll take that as a no, then," he started, fingers mindlessly tracing the Gallifreyan on the front, "-the technical part of it is called a Chameleon Arch, Gallifreyan tech. Original duty is to change an individual's species. Technically, it changes your biology -a very painful process, really, I'd know."

"Right," you flinched, remembering the brief moment he'd experienced it before, "-I... remember."

He frowned at you, seeming to not remember that you had seen that, "It's connected to the Tardis, gives me the backstory, but... it's never been an exact science."

You paused, looking at the Doctor with eyes of curiousity -he seemed to have a point to this ramble. He never had a point to his rambles.

"It takes bits and pieces from me," he hummed, demostrating with the air in front of his hands, "-the person it creates isn't entirely from the Tardis, not really."

"What do you mean?"

"Like a motivation," he hummed, debating on whether or not finish it -eyes looking your direction but not at you, "-or a hobby, or a..."

The Doctor froze in his place, eyes focused on his hands in front of him -slowly, his eyes rose up to meet yours, "A... feeling."

You were confused for a moment, watching him. He'd frozen in place, yet his eyes stayed trained on yours. You couldn't quite grasp it, what he was trying to convey to you. Until...

Until you truly looked at him.

There was something erry about him, something on his face that felt off, but at the same time, ever so natural. So right, yet so wrong.

And then it hit you, there it was. The suspicious, fond gaze.

"Doctor," you spoke, disbelieving.

"Y/N, you have to know," he continued, despite your plea, "-you really truly have to-"

"Doctor, please," you hadn't wanted to go through this again -the hope of loving the Doctor could only hurt you, "-you aren't thinking straight. Th-That's John, not you-"

He was confused, twisting memories together, you couldn't... you couldn't chance it.

"Y/N," he was getting closer to you now, voice steady and distinct, "-it started with me."

You froze in place, blinking as if he'd vanish right in front of your eyes. It was almost like a hallucination for a second, because he (the Doctor, not John) could not mean what you thought he meant.

"It took the bit of me that was..." he corrected, watching you as if you could break with slightest of touches, "-is in love with you."

"You do?" you began, sputtering -you weren't sure what to say, "...N-Not John?"

"Well, technically both," he grinned and you felt your stomach twist into a pretzel. God, what were you going to do with him?

"Oh, shut it," you huffed out.

You could definitely be selfish a third time afterall.

In a blink, you pulled his face towards yours -the steps towards him quick and brash but the way you touched his face was different. Gentle, you trailed your finger along his cheekbone for a second.

Your breath mixed with his, he was just looking at you. Like there was nothing else to look at.

Like he was... happy with just you.

God had he been hiding that look the whole time? -peeking over books as you read them, staring at you as you walked around the Tardis fitting in just like a missing puzzle piece.

"It was all me," he whispered, distracted, sure, but still answering you. Stupid Timelord telepathy and stupid handsome aliens.

And maybe you were a little stupid too, but he didn't need the ego boost, truly.

"Hey-" he pouted out, and the jut of his lip almost made your heart flatline -sure you were almost there but you hadn't worked up to it yet.

The Doctor paused, noticing your stiffening in place, the way your eyes darted to his mouth for a second -a split second, and he grinned.

And for a second you thought he might pull back, and make up some excuse, but instead, his hand came up to the side of your face. Surprisingly smooth fingertips detailing the dips and pulls of your face, you could barely breathe at the closeness.

"Wonderful," he spoke, so quiet you could barely hear him -made you wonder if was even for you to hear. Or if it was just... for him, "-You're wonderful."

"Doctor," you almost cried, the movement so soft, so careful. Like he never wanted to forget the face. You held his face close, a breath away from you and this burst of fondness flooding your chest you just couldn't even describe really.

So, you held his face, trailing your fingers along his jaw -showing it the only truest way you knew how, "My Doctor, my darling Doctor."

And you kissed him.

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #temporarily human! doctor #gender neutral y/n #basically human nature but modern and eleven #a bit angsty but #it fixes itself #watchoutwriting #my john #john smith doctor #unrequited love but not really #it does rip your heart out #but it's okay eventually #kinda made myself fall in love with john so #use of y/n #pet names #flirting

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Hello hope you are feelling better❣️ if you have mood can you do price with younger s/o and how 141 react to it?

A/n. I love Price and his stupid bucket hat

It wasn’t that much of a shock to Gaz nor the 141 task force when John let it slip he was married. To be honest no one really remembers how they even gotten onto the topic, it was a shock however when the group had found out you were an American, Johnny seemed to love teasing the man, joking about a Brit falling for an American.

Of course that all changed the moment you slipped into the bar where they were all drinking. Alejandro made a quiet comment about how pretty you were though it was Johnny that loudly called to you. Your head quickly snapping towards the voices. A bright sunny smile on your face despite the gloomy London weather.

“Gaz.”

“Hey Y/n.”

Tipping your head to the three mean you stepped closer to the table. “You going to introduce me or should I do it myself.”

Clearing out his throat, John pushed the chair away then walked over to his. His arm slipping around your waist. “This is Y/n…my wife.”

Johnny nearly choked on his beer, the man still reeling the Captain could pull someone like you, Alejandro tried to hide his shock but he still gave John a smile, the man did look happier now that you were standing next to him and Simon seemed to be the less shocked. Having seemed to already know this information.

Snapping out of his shock, Johnny blinked a few times. “I..so why did you.”

“I work for Laswell….before you all get your panties in a twist.” You gave the man a teasing smile. Johnny flushed turning his head away as Simon let out snort.

“So what is it that you do.”

Before you could answer, you felt Price tighten his hold on your hip, Gaz answering the question for you.

“Y/n is one of CIA’s best agent, hack into anything. You should see em decoding, it’s kinda memorizing.”

Johnny still trying wrap his mind around it,he shifted in his seat as he watch Price keep you close, he watched the man place a small kiss to your neck as you let out an airy laugh.

“That how you two met?”

Sighing, you glanced up at John then smiled pinching his cheeks. “Met him thanks to Laswell, it was a bit rocky at first. You wouldn’t believe how stubborn this man is but one thing led to another and well I guess I’m a tea drinker now.”

John let out a snort, he doubted that he could ever stop you from drinking coffee, though he wasn’t going to complain. Not when you left the U.S for him.

“Have tea? Is there what they call it now?” Johnny teased.

“Soap.”

Price flushed then let out an annoyed grunt as you let out a soft laugh giving the man a smirk. “Don’t go giving all my secrets away.” You lent back into your husbands embrace, John tugging his hat further down his face.

It was plainly obvious to the 141 tasks force that you both loved each other deeply and that all that really mattered to the team.

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Chainshipping Prompt #2:

Adam’s ghost full on haunts the shit out of John until John agrees to leave Lawrence alone.

But wait, there’s more.

Adam was never dead, he just made a deal with Hoffman to smuggle him out of the bathroom to fuck with John. Dead guy in the bathroom is actually some no name asshole who got Hoffman’s coffee order wrong. (He’ not being petty, honest). He and Hoffman work together to con John.

Pro for Hoffman, Larry is out of the picture now, and he doesn’t have to worry about competition for John’s legacy. Con: he has to fucking work with Adam. Why is this guy so insufferable. (If he starts to be reminded of Angelina because of Adam’s terrible taste in music that’s no one’s business but his own. Also he’s kinda lowkey pissed that Amanda tried to kill this guy. Like WTF Mandy, Adam was never going to be John’s favorite anyway).

Adam meanwhile see’s no con’s only pro’s.

He get’s to mess with Hoffman (man is unintentionally the funniest fucker alive - I mean, who thinks that the best way to flirt with the guy is to try to drown him? Not fucking Adam, that’s for sure), He get’s to fuck with Kramer (Thank you John Rogers for giving him Leverage - AKA his conning bible, even if Hoffman think’s it’s stupid as hell), and he get’s to get Larry away from that guy. If he’s stuck in a roommate comedy with Hoffman until he can actually tell his doctor he’s alive, again, Adam see’s no cons in that.

Lawrence is sure in for a shock when he wakes up in an unfamiliar apartment to Adam and Hoffman in a screaming match while FBI agent Mr. supposed-to-be-dead!Peter Strahm is listening to them with his head in his hands, every so often shaking his head. “Why did I have to fall in love with the fucked up idiot? Why did I do that to myself?” —> Or Hoffman really thought the best way to clue Lawrence into Adam’s very alive state was to drug him and bring him back to his apartment.

#It’s the Roommate AU no one asked for but I sure as heck need #Adam and Hoffman buddy comedy show when?#Adam is the worlds worst hype man so Strahm is just going to have to admit that he’s a little fucked up too.#He did get in that fucking glass coffin after all #timeline? What timeline??!#Amanda and John Kramer being conned by Adam and Hoffman is something that can be so personal #chainshipping #coffinshipping #lawrence gordon #mark hoffman #peter strahm #adam faulkner stanheight #saw #YOU KNOW WHAT?#leverage au

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enhypen as taylor swift songs ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

☾ a/n: i've been listening to a lot of taylor swift recently and maybe i'm crazy but every song somehow reminds me of enhypen. i've been thinking about them non stop so i made a part two of the post ☼ made since you guys liked that one. this might be kinda all over the place but i hope you enjoy !

JUNGWON

cardigan "When I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite"

comfort. he's my perpetual comfort. on days when i feel like i'm doing nothing right, on days when i feel hopeless, he's always there to spark that 1% within me that wants to keep trying. his continuous effort to communicate with engenes despite his busy schedule shows me that the care he holds for us is something so genuine. he reassures me and gives me reasons to love myself. he will see you crying, sit down next to you and patiently wait and listen. comforting you by holding your hand and wiping your tears. he's always there to make your life feel worth living again. jungwon will never leave you hanging or feeling like you aren't enough; you're always enough for him. a/n my jungwonie i love you

JAKE

safe & sound "You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now"

jake to me embodies emotional protection. he's the type to hold you gently while you cry into his arms, rubbing your back telling you it's going to be okay. no matter what happens he's right there by your side the whole time. the reason i picked this song is because i can imagine jake staying up all night with you when you're overwhelmingly anxious. even if his head keeps jerking back and forth because of how tired he is, he'll make sure you fall asleep first so that he can sleep knowing you're alright.

JAY

right where you left me "You left me no choice but to stay here forever"

angsty, i know. there's two reasons why i think this song perfectly captures him. one being, his loyalty. no matter what happens he'll stay by your side. there are time when it's hard to keep going and there's a back and forth struggle but jay will be consistent and check in on you. he will sit by you and wait for you to feel better, his patience has no end when it comes to those he cares about and it's his most charming quality among many others. i also just think he's so "first love" coded. you are never getting over jay! no matter how hard you try! - but don't worry because he's waiting for you to come back too...

NIKI

paper rings "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings"

thats bestie!!! riki symbolizes happy young love for me. best friends to lovers type. his teasing flirty manner would always make you giggle. knowing how artsy he is he would definitely make you some goofy paper ring and "propose" to you, leaving you a flustered mess. i just think this song is so upbeat and pretty and incapsulates niki's playfulness perfectly. a/n i love him so much i'm going to rip my walls out.

HEESEUNG

gorgeous "You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face"

i mean... do i even have to explain? heeseung's charm is irresistible. no matter how much his constant teasing would annoy you, when you look up and see his face all of it melts away. he's so hallway crush coded, he would make you feel all giddy inside simply because of a passing head nod or just a slight smile. don't even get me started on his perfect laugh and smile! i can write a 4000 word essay on it. anywho, it's self explanatory. heeseung = gorgeous!

SUNOO

invisible string And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some, Invisible string, Tying you to me?

sunoo is destiny. i remember watching iland and from the very beginning my eyes were hooked onto him. and now, here i am, three years later writing this. his comforting smile and how he gives so much love to those around him helps me recognize how genuinely kind of a person he is. he's someone you want to keep close. no matter what happens sunoo will always find a way to provide you with solace and light on the darker days. he's pretty, the concept of soulmates is pretty, he is such a person destined to be loved and cared for deeply. no one ever hurt him please.

SUNGHOON

the way i loved you "So in love that you act insane and that's the way I loved you"

now, let me preface this by saying, i don't think sunghoon is toxic... this is just to feed my angst loving delusions. sunghoon is the one the got away. he's the one who you cared for so deeply but it was right person wrong time. despite how much he pushed to keep your relationship intact it was hard for him. he didn't want to fight you, he wanted to fight for you. sunghoon is the type to not let you leave until you figure it out with him. he'll sit with you even if you yell at him and just listen to you. he's cares about you so deeply that you can't help but constantly think about him even when he isn't there. - because he is also constantly thinking about you.

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im-am-not-a-weenie · 2 years

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🍓The gang with a clumsy s/o 🍓

Gn reader (see end for a/n)

Arthur, john, sean, dutch , hosea

🍓Arthur morgan

Arthur might not be the most careful in the world, but that doesn't mean he won't worry for you.

Luckily, he knows how to do a decent patch job, but he’ll be muttering under his breath how you should be more careful the whole time.

“I just don't understand it.” “Huh?” “How can someone take a tumble on a flat surface?” “Shut up Arthur.”

He’s used to seeing random bruises on your legs but still doesn’t understand where they come from.

“That's a new one.” “What?” “You have another bruise on your leg.” “Huh, so I do…” “How did you get it?” “I don’t know. ” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW-”

He might seem upset with you but he’s actually just worried and concerned.

🍓John Marston

John has absolutely no room to talk. He literally is as clumsy if not even more clumsy than you are.

But he’ll try to make fun of you anyway.

“How did you walk into a pole?” “John-” “No, I mean seriously how did you not see that!” “John…” “I mean c’mon baby, I know I'm clumsy too but I’ve never- *wack* WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME ABOUT THAT POLE?!” “Hey there’s a pole right there.”

You two are the definition of “If I fall I’m taking you down with me.”

“What are you doing on the ground huh?” “John you literally just tripped over me” “BECAUSE YOU FELL!”

It’s gotten so bad that you’ll be walking and one of you will fall, get back up, and continue the conversation.

🍓Sean macguire

Sean acts like he doesn’t care, and jokes about it, but in reality he’s so worried about you.

He won’t let you ride a horse by yourself anymore because you kept falling off and he hates seeing you hurt.

“Lass why are you limping?” “Oh you know …..I just fell” “Off what?” “Which time?” “You fell more than once?”

If you fell, he seems like the type to fall on purpose to make you feel better.

“Come here often?” “All the time matter of fact.”

Even though he worries for you he still teases you about it too

“You act like you just learnt how to walk.” “Shut it, Macguire!” “If only you could run like you mouth does.” “We’re breaking up.” “Lass wait-“

🍓Hosea matthews

Hosea worries about you all the time. He’s so sweet about it though

“Sweetheart, let’s not climb on that-” “Why” “Because we wouldn’t want you falling again, right?” “Oh yeah, that makes sense.”

A phrase you are accustomed to is “Let’s get down from there.” or “be careful,” and “watch your step my love”

He’s good at bandaging you up when you take a particularly hard tumble

He’s the “Do I need to kiss it better?” type and the answer is always yes (of course.)

And if you feel particularly bad that day, he’ll grab your face and pepper it with kisses until you’re smiling again, because he loves your smile as much as you.

🍓Dutch Van Der Linde

Unlike everyone else, he’s kinda used to your clumsiness

He kinda gets worried if you haven’t bumped into anything or have tripped within minutes of getting somewhere.

He’s also used to you apologizing to the random objects you’ve bumped into.

“Oh sorry-“ “Darlin that was a tree-” “So it was.”

He’ll only laugh at you if you started the laughing.

If you trip and he caught you, he’d be the type to say “Ah so you have fallen for me.”

Like Sean, he won’t let you ride a horse by yourself but he’ll try and play it off so you don’t feel bad.

“Dutch I don’t understand why I can’t ride on my own.” “Well you see, my dear, I’d much rather hold on to you than ride by myself.”

🍓A/N: hi it’s Rhys and I just wanted to say THANK YALL FOR OVER 100 notes that might not seem a lot to some people but it’s made me really happy that I can share what I write with people and they enjoy it too I hope you like what I’ve done so far and as of now I will try to post on Tuesdays(if my schedule allows it) and if you want you can request something and i will try and get that done as well also thank you to my lovely beta reader

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #red dead redemption 2 #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #hosea matthews x reader #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde x reader #rdr2 headcanons

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"Speak Now (Taylor's Version)" Sentence Starters

MINE

"I was a flight risk with a fear of falling."

"Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts."

"Can you believe it?"

"Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water?"

"You are the best thing that's ever been mine."

"There's a drawer of my things at your place."

"You say we'll never make my parents mistakes."

"We got nothing figured out."

"Braced myself for the goodbye, cause it's all I've ever known."

"You took me by surprise, you said, 'I'll never leave you alone'."

"Every time I look at you, it's like the first time."

"Do you believe it?"

"We're gonna make it now."

SPARKS FLY

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards."

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far."

"Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."

"Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain."

"I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

"My mind forgets to remind me that you're a bad idea."

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it's no good."

"Just keep on keeping your eyes on me."

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."

"I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show."

BACK TO DECEMBER

"I'm so glad you made time to see me."

"How's life? Tell me, how's your family?"

"Your guard is up and I know why."

"The last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind."

"This is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying, 'I'm sorry for that night'."

"It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I realized what I had when you were mine."

"These days, I haven't been sleeping."

"I watched you laughing from the passenger side."

"And realized I loved you in the fall."

"You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye."

"Maybe this is wishful thinking."

"Probably mindless dreaming."

"If we loved again, I swear I'd love you right."

"I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't."

SPEAK NOW

"This is surely not what you thought it would be."

"I lose myself in a daydream."

"Don't say yes, run away now."

"I'll meet you when you're out."

"Don't wait or say a single vow."

"You need to hear me out."

"Fond gestures are exchanged."

"I know you wish it was me."

"You wish it was me, don't you?"

DEAR JOHN

"Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you."

"You paint me like a blue sky then go back and turn it to rain."

"I lived in your chess game, but you change the rules every day."

"Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight."

"I see it all now that you're gone."

"Maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame."

"Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love and take it away."

"You'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand."

"I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said, 'run as fast as you can'."

"I shoulda known."

"You are an expert at 'Sorry' and keeping lines blurry."

"Never impressed by me acing your tests."

"I took your matches before fire could catch me."

"I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town."

"You shoulda known."

MEAN

"You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me."

"You have knocked me off my feet again."

"You can take me down with just one single blow."

"But you don't know what you don't know."

"Someday, I'll be big enough that you can't hit me."

"All you're ever gonna be is mean."

"Why you gotta be so mean?"

"You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation."

"You have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them."

"I walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you."

"I just wanna feel okay again."

"All you are is mean. And a liar, and pathetic. And alone in life."

THE STORY OF US

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us."

"We met and the sparks flew instantly."

"I used to know my place was the spot next to you, now I'm searching the room for an empty seat."

"Lately I don't even know what page you're on."

"Miscommunications lead to fall out."

"So many things that I wish you knew."

"So many walls up, I can't break through."

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking."'

"I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me?"

"I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down."

"The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now."

"How'd we end up this way?"

"You're doing your best to avoid me."

"You held your pride like you should've held me."

"I'm scared to see the ending."

"Why are we pretending this is nothing?"

"I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how."

"I've never heard silence quite this loud."

"This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less."

"I liked it better when you were on my side."

"The battle's in your hands now."

"The story of us might be ending soon."

NEVER GROW UP

"It's so quiet in the world tonight."

"You got nothing to regret."

"I'd give all I have, honey."

"I won't let nobody hurt you."

"Won't let no one break your heart."

"No one will desert you."

"I just realized everything I have is, someday, gonna be gone."

"Wish I'd never grown up."

"It could still be simple."

ENCHANTED

"There I was again tonight. Forcing laughter, faking smile."

"All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you."

"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go."

"I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home."

"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew."

"Who do you love?"

"This night is flawless, don't you let it go."

"This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends."

"My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again."

"Please, don't be in love with someone else."

"Please, don't have somebody waiting on you."

BETTER THAN REVENGE

"Time for a little revenge."

"I never saw it coming, I wouldn't have suspected it."

"I underestimated just who I was dealing with."

"There is nothing I do better than revenge."

"Think about what you did."

"Do you still feel like you know what you're doing?"

INNOCENT

"I guess you really did it this time. Left yourself in the war path."

"Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything and everybody believed in you?"

"It's alright, just wait and see you."

"Who you are is not where you've been."

"If only you had seen what you know now then."

"It's okay, life is a tough crowd."

"Who you are is not what you did."

"Every one of us has messed up, too."

"Minds change like the weather."

"Today is never too late to be brand new."

HAUNTED

"You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time."

"I can't trust anything now."

"Won't lose you again."

"Something's made your eyes go cold."

"Don't leave me like this."

"I thought I had you figured out."

"Something's gone terribly wrong."

"You're all I waned."

"Can't breathe whenever you're gone."

"I still mean every word I said to you."

"Something keeps me holding onto nothing."

"You can't be gone."

LAST KISS

"You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?"

"All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss."

"I never thought we'd have a last kiss."

"I never imagined it'd end like this."

"Your name, forever the name on my lips."

"I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did."

"I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep."

"I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe."

"I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wish you had stayed."

"You can plan for a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind."

LONG LIVE

"Remember this moment."

"We were the kings and the queens."

"That night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same."

"You held your head like a hero on a history book page."

"It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age."

"Long live the walls we crashed through."

"Long live all the magic we made."

"One day, we will be remembered."

"And the cynics were outraged. Screaming, 'this is absurd'."

"Bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid."

"I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you."

"May these memories break our fall."

"I had the time of my life with you."

"And long, long live the look on your face."

OURS

"Strangers' silence makes me wanna take the stairs."

"But right now, my time is theirs."

"Seems like there's always someone who disapproves."

"They'll judge it like they know about me and you."

"The verdict comes from those with nothing else to do."

"The jury's out, but my choice is you."

"Don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine."

"Life makes love look hard."

"This love is ours."

"You never know what people have up their sleeves."

"But I don't care, cause right now, you're mine."

"It's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong."

"Your hands are rough, but they are where mine belong."

"They can't take what's ours."

SUPERMAN

"I wonder if he/she/they know(s) how much I miss him/her/them."

"I always forget to tell you I love you."

"I love you forever."

"I'll be with you someday."

"You'll leave, got places to be, and I'll be okay."

"I loved you from the very first day."

"Don't forget about me."

"I'm far away, but I never let you go."

ELECTRIC TOUCH

"Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay."

"I've got my money on things going badly."

"Got a history of stories ending sadly."

"All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life."

"I want you now, wanna need you forever."

"I'm trying hard not to look like I'm trying."

"Every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart."

"Maybe I call you mine."

WHEN EMMA FALLS IN LOVE

"She's/he's/they're the kind of book you can't put down."

"To tell you the truth, sometimes I wish I was her/him/them."

I CAN SEE YOU

"I've been watching you for ages."

"I spend my time trying not to feel it."

"What would you do if they never found us out?"

"We kept everything professional."

"Something's changed, it's something I like."

"Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet."

"I could see you being my addiction."

"You can see me as a secret mission."

CASTLES CRUMBLING

"Now, I fear I have fallen from grace."

"I feel like my castle's crumbling down."

"You don't want to know me, I will just let you down."

"You don't wanna know me now."

"I held that grudge 'til it tore me apart."

"My foes and friends watch my reign end."

"i don't know how it could've ended this way."

"People look at me like I'm a monster."

"Now they're screaming that they hate me."

"Never wanted you to hate me."

FOOLISH ONE

"My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand."

"Chances are, tonight, you've already got plans."

"You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high."

"I will block out these voices of reason in my head."

"You are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson."

"Stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come."

"I know how to act like I'm fine."

"I know I can't call you mine."

"How could I not see the signs?"

"Maybe I will finally learn my lesson."

TIMELESS

"Somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other."

"In another life, you still would've turned my head."

"You still would've been mine."

"We would've been timeless."

"I believe that we were supposed to find this."

"Even in a different life, you still would've been mine."

"Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did."

"It was like an age-old classic the first time that you saw me."

"Sometimes there's no proof, you just know."

"You're always gonna be mine."

"We really were timeless."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #sentence starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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dashawns-world · 9 months

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Been a little bit since my last post! Sorry this one isn’t going to be a very long one either. I’ve been very busy with my new job and personal work, but I did want to talk about three movies I saw recently! And while I won’t spoil anything major, these thoughts may cloud your judgement going into the films, so I recommend avoiding if you wanna go in with an open mind. Anyway, let’s go:

BARBIE

Barbie was such a fun film! It made me laugh out loud way more than it had any right to. Seriously, there’s a joke Will Ferrel nonchalantly says that I can’t get outta my mind. I had tears in my eyes. Not gonna spoil it but if you know, you know. The themes are quite existential, but in a playful enough way that I didn’t leave it thinking “bummer…” If I had to complain about anything, it’s that Barbie was kinda inactive for the final act. To the point where I was asking myself “what is Barbie doing?” Maybe you’d see what I meant if you watched it. (Or disagree) I still had a good time tho.

It’s worth a watch!

TMNT MUTANT MAYHEM

This is my favorite TMNT movie now, and my favorite personification of the turtles. The art direction, emotional stuff, comedy, action, and characters were all on point. There’s a moment where Leo has a heart to heart with his bros that didn’t feel as earned as it could’ve (on first viewing) I only bring this up because it’s a thought I had as the scene was going on. Where as everything else in the movie felt organic and original, this scene felt like a tried and true motivational speech beat that these types of movies generally have. If that makes sense? I’d have to watch it again to be sure. And thankfully, I’d gladly watch it again because I had such a good time.

Watch itttt!!

THEY CLONED TYRONE

This is a Netflix original and boy was I blown away. I swear, John Boyega is on Leo DiCaprio’s level of changing into a whole new person for his roles. I’m never sure who I’m gonna get. He really killed it. I’m not gonna spoil this movie and honestly if you go in blind it might be better. The directing is really REALLY good, too. There’s a scene that I really loved, where we’re with a character for an extended amount of time in one shot. This is to build tension for a pretty crazy moment afterwards and it was VERY well done. These types of scenes are so cool to me because I’m used to cutting often in animation. But in live action, these scenes are really good for getting inside a character’s head. I really can’t explain without spoiling but if you’ve watched the movie, I thiiiiink you know the scene I’m talking about.

Anyway, the cast, direction, and plot are all top notch. Jamie Foxx is hilarious as always, and Teyonah Parris gets to shine in this film. I loved her character in this compared to Wandavision where her talent was wasted.

I think this movie is perfect for the culture, but if you’re not typically into movies with a majority black cast that deals with African American issues (in a really good way) then you probably won’t be impressed. Your loss, though! I believe that this, alongside movies like The Woman King, The Harder They Fall, and Get Out are examples of movies that have clear parallels to others in their respective genres, but add a twist that I appreciate because of their characters and writing. I used to be stuck with hood movies, but now I get hood mystery movies. I love it, is all I’m saying.

Anyway, I know what the next deep dive is gonna be. I just need to set aside free time to write it up. I’ve been wanting to do a write up about beat em up games. My favorite one, in particular. I want to analyze what I like about it, and what I don’t. Might do more drawing to go alongside it too. Anybody remember Advance Guardian Heroes?? Brace yourselves, lol.

#movie reviews #barbie #artists on tumblr #mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #they cloned tyrone #netflix #film review

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kaydenverse · 1 year

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kinds of music call of duty character listen to but it's based off of my music taste

genre: fluff!

word count: just under 900

content warnings: none i think? just my very wild music taste projected onto my boys

a/n: i got bored and way too invested in making this to not post it so enjoy! i used my music taste as well as a little bit of my boyfriends for a little more range. also so sorry i keep just disappearing college is kicking my fucking ass.

kyle “gaz” garrick

he always has a pair of headphones on him when he can, has a mini speaker he frequently uses in his office on base, definitely listens to music the most out of the group, can't sing but he’ll sing anyways, often jams out with soap and share new songs with each other, listens to a bit of everything but tends to listen to rap, r&b, and indie (also a little bit of bedroom pop he’s got a lot of favorites okay) the most, he can do several tiktok dances pretty well but he gets embarrassed doing them in front of others, he’s very me coded

favorite artists (in no particular order):

flo millie

bruno mars

sza

the weekend

lil uzi vert

the notorious b.i.g.

some songs on his playlists:

pay day - flo milli ft rico nasty

hypnotize - the notorious b.i.g.

low - sza (he thinks this song is so underrated and so do i)

after last night - silk sonic

redbone - childish gambino

everlong - foo fighters

john "soap" mctavish

a close second on who listens to music the most, listens most when he works out and likes to have background noise while he does just about anything, loves movie soundtracks, god awful singer and proud, him and gaz singing together is torture in the funniest way possible, very wide music range but nu metal and rock are his top categories, soap loves when the whole team sits decides to sit in a conference room and wordlessly work on their paperwork together while music fills the silence between them

favorite artists (in no particular order):

beyoncé

deftones

slipknot

coraline soundtrack

the smashing pumpkins

poppy (hear him and me out okay)

some songs on his playlists:

bloodmoney - poppy

me, myself, and i - beyoncé

bullet with butterfly wings - the smashing pumpkins

cha cha - freddie dredd

other father song - they might be giants (yes the coraline song. it’s good okay.)

clay - the garden

simon "ghost" riley

does like music quite a bit but doesn’t listen as often as gaz or soap, sometimes silence is overwhelming for him so he uses it as background noise to stay relaxed, won’t sing (he can just barely sing well like not a bad singer but he’s not getting a record deal even if he tried), has no particular favorite genre but has a decent range, he describes his music taste kinda weird but in a good way (just like me fr)

favorite artists (in no particular order):

insane clown posse

michael jackson

pierce the veil (they’re a guilty pleasure of his)

amy winehouse (i once made a cod characters as tweets on tiktok and ghosts tweet was “amy winehouse was right, what kind of fuckery is this” and now i just hc he listens to amy)

nirvana

type o’negative

some songs on his playlist:

hold on till may - pierce the veil

chicago - michael jackson

you know i’m no good - amy winehouse

southern nights - glen campbell (so good for what)

21 guns - green day

sugar we’re going down - fall out boy

captain john price

doesn’t often go out of his way to listen to music but still listens enough that he has favorites and keeps playlists, HAS to have his own music playing in the car if he’s driving though (which he usually is and this is a well known rule), quite the singer if he actually tries tbh but he doesn’t often try lmao, primarily like’s songs from ‘his time’ as he calls it (john you are 37 not 60), he doesn’t really have a favorite genre but will say rock if asked (doesn’t like pop much tho)

favorite artists (in no particular order):

queen

fleetwood mac

metallica

black sabbath

aerosmith (play dream on when he’s drunk and he’ll give you a full performance)

prince

some songs on his playlists:

chain - fleetwood mac

war pigs - black sabbath

let’s go crazy - prince

cherry bomb - the runaways

rooster - alice in chains

even flow - pearl jam

rodolfo "rudy" parra

listens mostly when he does chores or to calm himself when he’s anxious (which is sometimes just before missions), he’s always open to new music suggestions, his singing voice is absolutely beautiful and he’ll sing and hum along as he does chores, guilty pleasure is bedroom pop and indie

favorite artists:

laufey

the marías

whitney houston (he misses her so much cause me too)

tame impala

pink panthers (because i said so)

tv girl

some songs on his playlist:

slow down - laufey

little by little - the marías

the blonde - tv girl

show me how - men i trust

take a picture - filter

heart to heart - mac demarco

alejandro vargas

when he listens to music he listens to it LOUDLY, loves to have music playing at home while he cooks, he’s not sure if he’s going deaf because his profession requires him to constantly be around guns or because of how loud he listens to his music in his headphones, karaoke enjoyer, decent singer if he tries (price is a little better than him, just by a little), he’s an “anything but country” kinda guy

favorite artists:

bad bunny

doja cat (i’m not elaborating)

kali uchis

rihanna (he can’t resist)

arctic monkeys

elton john

songs in his playlist:

i’m still standing - elton john

shut up and drive - rihanna

tití me preguntó - bad bunny

bills, bills, bills - destiny’s child

promiscuous - nelly furtado ft timbaland (yes he knows all of timbalands parts)

poison - bell biv devoe

#i love them so much #my darling boys #call of duty headcanons #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #rodolfo rudy parra #alejandro vargas #cod #cod fic #cod headcanons #incorrect call of duty quotes #kayden writes #call of duty fluff #cod fluff

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so-much-for-stardust6 · 14 days

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Best Friends or Lovers?- John Frusciante

summary: you’ve had feelings for your best friend for a while, but attending one of his shows deepened them. what happens when you finally confess backstage?

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: i wrote this at like 2am and reread it for mistakes around 3:30am so pls bare with me if there’s spelling mistake 😭

i watched my best friend on stage, looking like he’s cumming as he plays his guitar. least to say, i was mesmerized. his beauty was captured in the perfect way by many things. his sweat slicked hair stuck to his face, the straps to his overalls slightly falling off his toned shoulders and the bright stage lights complemented him perfectly. the way he parted his mouth and furrowed his brows had me feeling some way. well, it powered the way i was feeling towards him even more. i felt like every other fan girl of his, thirsting over the way he expresses himself while playing, but i honestly couldn’t blame them.

i knew the band was reaching towards the end of their show, all of them covered in sweat. i mentally cursed myself at the feeling deep down in my stomach, guilty of how i feel about my best friend. i wished to go to the bathroom and freshen up but being right up front prevented me from doing so. after two more songs they finally ended their show, thanking everyone for attending. i stood in the same spot for a bit, waiting for the place to empty out before heading backstage.

i reach in my pocket for some pass i was given to flash to security so no hassle would happen over me trying to “trespass”. the blank white walls was all i saw as i made my way to his dressing room, carefully reading the signs so i wouldn’t walk in on anyone else. i scan the handwritten sign taped to the white door in front of my eyes.

‘john frusciante’

i quietly knock on the door, stomach doing flips as i picture his sweaty self opening the door. and that’s exactly what i saw. he grinned brightly at my presence, his strong chest slicked with sweat.

“i thought you’d get lost.” he joked, walking back towards the couch in his room.

“i honestly thought i was for a sec.” i laugh back, walking in and closing the door behind me.

“how’d you enjoy it?” he wiped the sweat off his neck with a hand towel.

“eh, it was okay.” i lie.

“staring at anthony too long kinda ruined it, huh?” he joked.

the joke caught me off guard as i let out a laugh.

“you read my mind, they should have you in the front.” i suggest, sitting down next to him.

“nah, seeing my beauty is a privilege.”

i nod in agreement, so lucky to be close with him.

“i saw you kinda spaced out towards the end, anything to share?”

“huh? oh, nah nothing to report. just thought some…thoughts.”

“oooo, who’s the lucky guy?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“what? what makes you think it was like that?” my nerves began slowly rising.

“that pause you did indicates it was about a guy. since i’m your best friend i’m obligated to know who’s on your mind.”

“no way, i’m not saying.” i awkwardly chuckle, hoping he’d leave it alone.

but knowing john, he won’t. and that’s exactly what he did.

“oh come onnnn, pleaseeee.” he began leaning on me.

i try to shove him off but he put his dead weight on me, head sliding down to eventually rest in my lap.

“please?” he pouts and attempts puppy dog eyes.

“no.”

“why not? i tell you stuff like that.”

“against my will.” i lightly laugh, trying to distract him.

“is it one of my band mates? please don’t tell me it’s anthony.” he quickly sits up at the thought of me thinking about anthony like that.

“what? no, it’s not your band mates.” i immediately shake my head.

“describe him then.”

“i literally hate you.”

“i think you absolutely love me.” he cheekily smiles.

he gives me a pressuring puppy dog eye look that works this time. i sigh in defeat, guessing that it’s better to tell him now rather than having me awkwardly bring it up later on.

“he has this gorgeous facial bone structure. his hair is an absolutely beautiful color, complimenting him wonderfully. his body is sculpted in a way you’d never think would be possible. i hate when his eyes look at me, they’re breathtaking and they make me feel like i’m on fire. his touch is so delicate when he doesn’t mean to be. his fingers are a blessing, crafted to move in an articulate way to match the way he does what he does for a living. the way his mind works is crazy to me, his words like addicting honey that stick me to him forever. i hate thinking of him like this but it’s hard not to.” i spit out.

the entire time i stared at the floor, fingers playing with one another. i’m self conscious of his eyes on me, no emotion on his face as he dissects my words in his brain. as each silent second goes by, i panic even more. i immediately start cursing myself out mentally, why did i say that shit? i open my mouth to apologize but he cut me off.

“what a lucky man..” his eyes dug into mine.

“d-do you not know who i’m talking about?”

i’m well aware i never mentioned him directly but i thought he’d somehow get it.

“no? should i know?” he furrows his eyebrows.

i mutter a soft ‘fuck’ and i put my face into my hands.

“but what i know is that i’m a very lucky man.”

“you suck.” i roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“is that how you really feel about me? please be honest.”

“everything i said was as honest as i can be, johnny. i’ve been feeling like this for a while but i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. i love you so much and i don’t want to lose you.” i lift my head up to look at him.

more silence filled the room as i wait for his answer. before i could even react, he practically lunges towards me. his big hands grabbing my face to hold it as his lips met mine. my eyes widen in complete shock, is he really kissing me?

it took me a bit to realize what was happening for me start kissing back. my eyes slowly close as made out. my hands slowly snaked their way to his head, one pressing against the back of his neck and the other on his cheek. he slowly started to guide me to lay down, holding himself up with his arm. i imagined how it would feel to kiss john but i never knew it’d feel so blissful. my entire body buzzed with adrenaline, heart rate probably being a crazy number. his lips were so soft and plump, moving perfectly with mine. i go to run my fingers through his brown hair, tugging at it slightly.

“fuck.” he muttered against my lips.

before anymore kissing could happen, he pulled away. his lips even more plump and red from kissing, quick pants escaping from them.

“do you want to do this? i-i didn’t want to force you to do this, i’m sorry.” a worried look prominent on his face.

“of course i do. i want this. i want you.”

he quietly groaned out at my words, not wasting any time to kiss me again. i go to touch his torso, my fingers dance against his hot skin. feeling him like this, so intimately, just provoked that feeling in my stomach even more. my brain couldn’t form any words for me to say so i just whine into our kiss.

“you trying to ask for something? use your words.” he breathes out.

“please…now..” i hate how i’m already wrapped around his finger but let’s be honest, i’ve always been.

“you want me now? can’t wait even a few minutes. so needy..” he trails his kisses down my neck.

he stays there, marking me to show every guy that i’m taken. i think? i was too caught up in my thoughts that i didn’t notice he began taking off my shirt. the fabric trailing over my face snapped me back into reality. my odd choice of a raunchy bra for today paid off, his eyes focused mainly on my chest. the feeling of his hands groping my boobs caused my heart to beat faster, which i don’t think is even possible at the rate it’s at.

he messaged my boobs as he went back to biting, sucking and kissing my neck. i moaned out, back arching which made me feel his boner poking my thigh. i subconsciously began rubbing against his overall jeans, attempting to pleasure him. he lets out a throaty moan, his grip on my boobs hardening. he pulled away from my chest and stood up. i watched as he unclipped his overalls, letting them fall to his ankles to reveal his white boxers. a very visible white spot was the first thing i noticed on the boxers.

“are you able to take off your clothes? or is the adrenaline stopping you?” it was like he knew exactly how i was feeling.

i shook my head before reaching back to unclip my bra. i sat up and let it fall to my lap, grabbing it to throw it on top my previously discarded shirt. john’s hand tried to sneakily grope himself through his boxers at the sight of my bare chest but i notice quickly. i bit my lip knowing that he’s hard because of me. i go to unbutton my jeans, shimmying them down my legs.

“god, like i said, i’m such a lucky man.” he eyes me.

at the same time, we both pulled the last pieces of clothing off and threw them on the floor. john climbed back on top of me, his lips back on mine. completely naked, bare skin touching as we made out was definitely not how i imagined this night to end. my fingers ended up in his hair again, tugging harder than before. he very obviously loved when i did since he’d moan every time.

“you ready?” he rested his forehead on mine.

“have been.”

he grabbed his dick, aligning it perfectly with me. one last kiss to my lips is what he did before slowly sliding inside me. a long, low moan escapes his mouth as he felt me. i moan out at the stretching he was doing, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“faster, please john..” i beg.

he needed no more words from me as he started to thrust. at first he carefully thrusted, watching me to see if i’d get hurt but after noticing that i’m fine he went faster. the couch creaked and moved with every thrust, probably scratching the floor.

i gripped his body, hands roaming all over place not knowing where to stay. at one point i pushed his head back to me and connected our lips. our tongues fought for dominance, exploring one another’s mouth. one of his arms held him up as he thrusted harder, the other playing with my boob. everything felt so right, like this was meant to be. i wished i confessed to him earlier, imagining how it would’ve felt to be so close to him like this sooner.

we’re both well aware how loud we’re being, not a single care in the world crossed our minds. john wanted everyone to hear us, to know that no one else is making me feel as good as he his. for everyone to know that he’s so hooked to me and only me. little to my knowledge, john’s always loved me. also not wanting to ruin our relationship, he kept quiet about his feelings and desires. but today he got quite lucky at my sudden confession. he grabbed onto the cushion tightly as the feeling in his abdomen began tightening.

“fuck i’m close, baby.” he moaned.

i whine out at the pet name. he abandoned my boob and moved his hand down to my clit, rubbing it to fasten my orgasm. i gasp out in pleasure, damn near pornographic moans spewing out my mouth.

his “trick” worked as i felt the coil in my stomach tighten. i only hum out to signal him that i was close. he understood and went harder and deeper. i tighten around him, which caused him to cum quickly. he spat out ‘fuck’s as he came, hips stuttering as he tried to keep going to get me to cum. his eyes squeezed shut at his sore dick still thrusting inside me, pushing his cum deeper inside. that definitely was not intentional. seeing john in such a state made me reach my peak, moaning out his name over and over as i came all over his cock. the feeling of me cumming all over him caused him to cum once more. he slowed down his thrusts before coming to a stop, collapsing onto my chest from exhaustion.

i lay there to catch my breath, his hot breath fanning over my collarbone. i reach to kiss the top of his head, even going to stroke his hair.

“you did so good.” i whisper in his ear, kissing it afterwards.

“i love you.” he hugged me tightly.

“i love you too, johnny.” a huge smile forming on my face.

“can we go home? i’m tired.” he mumbled.

“alright, get up and i’ll help you get dressed.”

he sluggishly pulled himself out of me and sit up on the couch.

“you should be doing this.” i joke at the fact that i’m taking care of him after.

he starts to get up but i was quick to push him back down.

“i’m kidding.”

i wobbly stand up and grab the hand towel he used earlier. the ticklish feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of me made me grimace, and also reminded me to get a plan b. i clean myself off first then moved over to him. he hissed at the contact but got over it quick. i put my undergarments on before i grabbed his boxers, lifting them up his legs.

“you need to work with me here, john. sit up please.”

he lifted his hips up and sat back down once the boxers were on. i pull him up and off the couch so i could put the overalls back on, even going far to clip them back on.

“can i help you? it’s the least i could do.” he grabbed my shirt.

“go ahead.”

after helping me with my clothes, we both made ourselves look decent.

“so, what are we?” i heard him ask.

“best friends?” i nervously say.

i wasn’t too sure on how he felt about me, even though we just fucked. and he also said he loves me but i need more confirmation.

“what about lovers? i like that better.”

“are you asking what i think you’re asking?”

“yes ma’am. y/n, would you wanna be my girlfriend? i love you more than anything in the world and i’d be the happiest man on earth.”

“even more than guitars?”

“what?”

“you love me more than guitars?” i smirk, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“hmm, you should know better than to ask that.” he jokes.

“oh fuck you.” i laugh and push him away.

“i’m kidding, obviously more than guitars.”

“i believe you. but let’s get going cause now i’m getting tired.” he laughs at my words.

he grabs his guitar case and other belongings before walking up to the door. i held it open for him, following behind him. he snaked his arm around my waist as we walk back to my car.

#red hot chili peppers #john frusciante #john frusciante smut #anthony kiedis #anthony kiedis smut #flea rhcp #chad smith #90s #90s smut #rhcp #rhcp red hot chili peppers #blood sugar sex magik #californication #stadium arcadium #trickfinger

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willowmosby · 9 months

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Listen I told my self that I wasn't going to get invested enough in Person of Interest to talk about here but here I am anyway. It was chugging along being a good background show with Some really fun, if a little trope-y, cop characters and watching Harold Finch and John Reese act kinda gay and stop crime. I'm a big Amy Acker fan ( that's actually why I even started the show) so I wasn't upset about the shift in focus towards Root and Shaw a little bit as I entered season 3.

The problem I have actually run into is fucking season 3 episode 9: The Crossing. It just made me angry at a show's choices in a way I haven't felt in a while - please note I haven't watched past that episode as of writing this but I will eventually do so.

An the assumption that she really is dead( that looked pretty fucking fatal) I will miss Joss Carter a lot but that's not necessarily what made me angry. It seemed to me that the writers knew that the actor wanted out of the show from the start of the season as the whole season 3 arc was a seemingly slow moving suicide. It wasn't poorly written but it was obvious that this was a different type of Joss Carter than season 1 & 2.

No my problem wasn't necessarily her death. It's the "romantic" declarations of the episode. Now before you look back at the start of this and post and think I'm just mad because it wasn't my very unlikely to ever be a cannon ship that got confirmed, well you're only partially right.

Yes I'm a Rinch shipper( if follow my blog at all you've probably put together that I often root if the queer ships) but I genuinely would have been fine resigning myself to fanfiction while they get hopelessly paired up with some unsuspecting women. I understand that's how crime drama TV operates. And you know I actually like John and Zoe as a ship, if they were developed a bit more I think they could've been a lot of fun.

My problem is not that the whole you "saved me from commiting suicide" speech John gives Carter is equally, if not more, applicable to his relationship with Finch. Well, okay my problem is not only that. My problem is where was any of the romantic build up between Carter and John, like literally anything? They work great as narrative foils when Carter was still on the "the law is the only law" train. And they work great as friends as Carter steps more into the "some minor crime for the greater good is okay" camp. But not once did I think " oh these two are about to fall in love". Not even when Shaw asked about it earlier in season 3 did I think the show was going to actually pair them up like this. Now I hear you when you say that there are examples of characters with less chemistry have become couples. It's just, I'm not sure what the narrative gain is here. They had to know they were killing off Carter that same episode and this "revelation" doesn't add anything to the character. If anything it doesn't make sense with the revenge for Cal Becher (Beacher? Beecher?- You know who I'm talking about) angle that the writers have been using all season. And if it's about furthering John's character that's just dumb. I wouldn't consider it fridgeing as I'm pretty sure this is an actor who wants an out of contract situation(feel free to correct me if I'm wrong), but that doesn't excuse it as a narrative choice. John unequivocally cares about Carter and would be upset about her death regardless or romantic inclinations, as would Lionel and Finch. They already have an in on the revenge story line (which is where I assume they are going with this). Why bother with the romance especially when John already has the lost love story in his background. Like what Jessica isn't enough of a dead romance they needed to shoe in Joss as well.

Anyway I also wish this was like a mid season finale not episode like 9. Like bro why are you putting away one of your biggest villains so far and this is only a third of the way in the season.

And I wish that Lionel wasn't just suddenly back in the plot, like I know you have a bigger cast now and I m glad he's here but build the guy up a little bit better please.

I also think the Root in a cage thing is a little weird like I know all of these people are chugging the " the ends justify the means" juice but it still seems like there are other options Finch would choose. ( that being said Root and Finch's conversation about the machine somehow come off like " I had sex with your daughter, and I don't care if you know” which was hilarious to me)

Anyway sorry for the rant thanks for listening and I do hope the show gets back into a groove.

#Tldr: R.I.P Joss Carter; I would you stayed the cop propaganda you were meant to be #instead of dying mid a shoe in romance plot.#person of interest #POI #person of interest season 3 #person of interest spoilers #Harold Finch #john reese #Joss Carter #lionel fusco #Root #sameen shaw #zoe morgan #rinch #anti joss x john

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BBC SHERLOCK REWATCH - A STUDY IN PINK (REAL TIME NOTES)

From the perspective of someone who watched this show when they were thirteen, made it their whole personality and then stopped being a massive prat.

I thought about organizing this into a cohesive review, and maybe as I go on I'll delve deeper into some of my observations but for now I thought it would be funny to present my findings in raw, mostly unaltered form:

- loud ass opening, my god

- only bit of acting Martin freeman ever does lmao

- dances along to theme against my will

- god the effects and transitions are so shit

- all the shots of the pills are so ugly

- oh yay molly - whoo - yayyy

- the potential withe these two goddamn

- also this sherlock does not drink his respect women juice by god

- fucksake the deduction about john's sister- not only is it translated awfully into this modern setting, it's explicitly a deduction Sherlock is supposed to make once they know eachother a bit better

- THE POTENTIAL

- also sherlock displaying one insecurity when john accidentally insults his stuff- well done moftiss, characterization

- How far away is the crime scene, why it dark

- pls the transitions

- PIPE BOMB, WHOO Phone deductionnnn

- oh my god it's so shit

- uuuuuuuugggghhhh the potential I hate this shooooow

- fuckin deduction as a way for witty one liners and sexism, i hate this place

- 'you were thinking it's annoying' i'm going to send myself off a cliff, CRINGE

- RACHE- moffat, come here a sec- literally putting ACD on par with the police, who are always wrong the sheer audacity- also just a bad change

- these lens flare white lights are so goofy please, you will never be a whole scene of silence with jeremy brett

- benedict cumberbatch is very pretty i will grant

- terrorized by the fact i used to quote this show unironically

- from a writing point of view I understand that John gushing over Sherlock is to show off and emphasize their specialest boy- but, some sincerity is infused into it from an acting standpoint

- 30:02 GIRLIE WHAT IS THAT SOUND EFFECT

- OOH YAY THE PSYCHOPATH/SOCIOPATH STUFF WHOO YEAAAAH

- All the phones calling as john walks past is kinda cool but mostly stupid

- oh anthea, what a rich character lmao

- how long was mycroft posed like that

- First johnlock queerbait whooo

- Where does he fuck off to???

- he just vanishes lmaoooo

- Three patch problem. Bruh.

- I am bored as shit, help

- This music- girl

- Bloated is a very good word to describe some of these scenes

- HERE SHE IS- THE BIG DADDY OF QUEERBAITING

- this scene is insane fucKING INSANE I HATE THIS SHOW

- god how much episode is left fucksake

- the stop/go signs- pick a tone girl

- this episode is so almost good and it's anytime Sherlock makes a mistake lmao

- not the drugs bust :/

- ooh sociopath line- whoo

- "I don't have to [imagine]." OOOH OKAY, WELL, YOU GUYS GET *ONE* POINT FOR THAT SHEESH

- this is so ridiculous- COME WITH ME- girl shut up

- I wanna be done I wanna be doooone.

- lamenting the confrontation we had in the unaired pilot

- The 'Frwhoomp' noise as the light goes out, girl

- 20 Minutes left my christ

- BRO- I forgot that bit of ADR wooooof

- and thus begins the scree of Moriarty

- five years, why is Scotland Yard still doubtful of Sherlock's skills? I know he might have been deep in his addiction during some of that, but they evidently kept him around for crime solving.

- Great man/good man quote has me fumin babes, my god, what a fundamental misunderstanding of Sherlock Holmes

- boring ass back and forth

- this piano is giving me war flashbacks

- is it a five orange pips reference?

- also the pills look like that speckled gum that burns your throat

- when is it oveeer

- falling asleep

- bomb under the table but the table is made of glass and hates gay people

- she tooks the kidssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

- 13 min

- love, or rage, dude, come on Sherlock

- i hate this 'enjoying crime too much' theme they've written

- like watching a stupid play

- once more, the potential

- moriarty he said calmly

- also, so out of character for Sherlock do I even need to say

- peaks of what could have been- FUCK

- this mycroft fake out- lord

- also, mummy, fucksake

- cheesy ending BUT IT'S OVER

#like pulling teeth #and it's only episode ONE #anti bbc sherlock #not tagging the main fandom tag because i don't really wanna dunk on the fans #they've been through enough lmao #sherlock holmes #john watson #feral sh rewatch

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; Speak Now (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part I)

MINE

"Left a small town, never looked back."

"I was a flight risk with a fear of falling."

"Why do we bother with love if it never lasts?"

"Can you believe it?"

"The moment I could see it."

"I can see it now."

"Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?"

"You put your arm around me for the first time."

"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter."

"You are the best thing that's ever been mine."

'We're takin' on the world together.'

"There's a drawer of my things at your place."

"We'll never make my parents' mistakes."

"We got bills to pay."

"We got nothing figured out."

"Do you remember all the city lights on the water?"

"I remember that fight."

"Everything was slippin' right out of our hands."

"That's all I've ever known."

"You took me by surprise."

"I'll never leave you alone."

"Every time I look at you, it's like the first time."

"I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter."

"She is the best thing that's ever been mine."

"Hold on and make it last."

"Never turn back."

"We're gonna make it now."

SPARKS FLY

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm."

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me runnin'."

"I kinda know that I won't get far."

"Drop everything now."

"Meet me in the pouring rain."

"Kiss me on the sidewalk."

"Take away the pain."

"I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

"Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down."

"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea."

"You touch me once and it's really somethin'."

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world."

"I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would."

"Just keep on keepin' your eyes on me."

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."

"Won't you whisper soft and slow?"

"I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show."

"Oh, baby, smile."

BACK TO DECEMBER

"I'm so glad you made time to see me."

"How's life?"

"Tell me, how's your family?"

"I haven't seen them in a while."

"Your guard is up and I know why."

"You gave me roses and I left them there to die."

"So, this is me swallowing my pride."

"I'm sorry for that night."

"I go back to December all the time."

"It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you."

"Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine."

"These days, I haven't been sleeping."

"I think about summer, all the beautiful times."

"Realized I loved you in the fall."

"Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind."

"You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye."

"I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile."

"Maybe this is wishful thinkin', probably mindless dreaming."

"If we loved again, I swear I'd love you right."

"I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't."

"If the chain is on your door, I understand."

SPEAK NOW

"I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion."

"You are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl."

"This is surely not what you thought it would be."

"I lose myself in a daydream."

"Don't say yes."

"Run away now."

"I'll meet you when you're out of the church, at the back door."

"Don't wait or say a single vow."

"You need to hear me out."

"I am hiding in the curtains."

"It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be."

"She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen."

"I know you wish it was me."

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"There's my last chance."

"Horrified looks from everyone in the room."

"I'm only lookin' at you."

DEAR JOHN

"Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you."

"My mother accused me of losin' my mind."

"You paint me a blue sky, then go back to turn it to rain."

"I lived in your chess game."

"You change the rules every day."

"Wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone tonight."

"I stopped pickin' up."

"I see it all now that you're gone."

"Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?"

"The girl in the dress cried the whole way home."

"I shoulda known."

"Maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame."

"Maybe it's you and your sick need to give love and take it away."

"You'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand."

"Run as fast as you can."

"You are an expert at "Sorry" and keepin' lines blurry."

"Never impressed by me acing your tests."

"All the girls that you run dry have tired, lifeless eyes 'cause you burned them out."

"I took your matches before fire could catch me."

"I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town."

MEAN

"You, with your words like knives, and swords and weapons that you use against me."

"You have knocked me off my feet again."

"Got me feeling like I'm nothing."

"You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded."

"Well, you can take me down with just one single blow."

"Someday, I'll be livin' in a big old city."

"All you're ever gonna be is mean."

"Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me."

"Why you gotta be so mean?"

You, with your switching sides, and your wildfire lies and your humiliation."

"As if I don't already see them."

"I walk with my head down, trying to block you out."

"I'll never impress you."

"I just wanna feel okay again."

"I bet you got pushed around."

"Somebody made you cold."

"The cycle ends right now."

"You can't lead me down that road."

I can see you years from now in a bar.

"That same big, loud opinion but nobody's listening."

"Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things."

"All you are is mean."

"And liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean."

THE STORY OF US

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us."

"We met and the sparks flew instantly."

"They’re the lucky ones."

"I used to know my place was the spot next to you."

"I'm searchin' the room for an empty seat."

"Lately I don't even know what page you're on."

"So many things that I wish you knew."

"So many walls up, I can't break through."

"We're not speakin'."

"I’m dyin’ to know, is it killin' you like it’s killin' me?"

"I don't know what to say since thе twist of fate when it all broke down."

"Thе story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now."

"How'd we end up this way?"

"You're doin' your best to avoid me."

"I was losin' my mind when I saw you here."

"You held your pride like you should've held me."

"I'm scared to see the ending."

"Why are we pretending this is nothin'?"

"I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how"

"I've never heard silence quite this loud."

"This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less."

"I liked it better when you were on my side."

"The battle's in your hands now."

"I would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight."

"The story of us might be ending soon."

NEVER GROW UP

"It's so quiet in the world tonight."

"To you, everything's funny."

"You got nothing to regret."

"I'd give all I have, honey, if you could stay like that."

"Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up."

"Just stay this little."

"It could stay this simple."

"I won't let nobody hurt you."

"Won't let no one break your heart."

"No one will desert you."

"Just try to never grow up."

"There's just so much you can't do."

"Don't make her drop you off around the block."

"Remember that she's gettin' older, too."

"Don't lose the way that you dance around in your PJs."

"No one's ever burned you."

"Nothing's ever left you scarred."

"Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room."

"Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home."

"Remember the footsteps, remember the words said."

"I just realized everything I have is, someday, gonna be gone."

"They just dropped me off."

"It's so much colder than I thought it would be."

"Wish I'd never grown up."

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