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jinxedmuse · 9 months

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let me back in — joshua hong, 홍지수

🎵 i keep thinking, maybe if you let me back in (did i fall out of line when i called you?) we can make it better, breaking every habit. pull myself together, you could watch it happen (when i told you, "i’m fine," you were lied to) let it happen, let it happen.

in which: reader and joshua are in a confusing relationship. a constant tug of war over who can get each other more in love, and more heart broken.

authors note: hii! tysm for the new support ! wish i could hug u all :( it means sm & truly motivates me to keep writing! plz enjoy this angsty one shot i whipped up a few nights ago while missing shua & having this song on loop!! ><

tags/warnings: afab reader x non idol joshua, unhealthy relationship, fwb except they’re barely friends, extremely angsty, mutual pining but they’re both too hurt to realize. mentions of the word sex but no actual smut, just suggestive moments. discussion that may come across as ‘arguing’ but they’re just genuinely learning how to properly communicate for the first time since they met…

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joshua’s phone rang at exactly 12:00 am on his birthday.

just as a stream of constant messages poured in, wishing him a happy 27th birthday. another added year signifying he was truly growing up, catching up to time.

the number calling was one he hated himself for recognizing. for engraving so deep within his mind that he could practically say it backwards.

he mentally cursed himself more for what he did next; picking up.

“joshuuuuu” the voice sang out, your voice. on the other end, almost fully overtaken by the sound of what seemed like a club in the background along with laughter from your friends.

“this.. this is way out of line.” he begrudged out. it was wrong, so wrong for you to be calling. even worse for him to be entertaining it.

yet, here he was and he felt oh so genuinely content that you remembered his birthday after almost a year with no contact. now listen, in his honorable defense, shua was many things; dumb? wasn’t one of them.

however, when it came to you? his acquaintance, old friend, ex, situationship, fling, lover, whatever the hell you wanted to call it. he was, no, the first step is accountability. he is, way too smitten for you to have anything such as common sense.

“i know. trust me, i know. it’s just old habits die hard, you know?” you slightly slurred with a melancholic tone. as if reminiscing the countless times in your knowing of each other that this almost exact conversation has happened.

“yeah, i know. so.. what is it tonight?” joshua asked. slightly hopeful that you had more in mind then a simple birthday phone call.

“i have something for you, let me come over.”

his heart practically raced out of his chest. he could already imagine a string of thoughts; possible scenarios that could occur. but he had to put on a front, at least try to resist.

even if it was just a bit.

“at what point are we going to have enough of each other? isn’t this tiring?” he asked, feigning an exasperated sigh.

more than anything in this world he wanted this constant cycle to end, but more than anything in the world he wanted you, craved you, just as much.

the question rang in your ears. i mean genuinely, just what were you two still doing? both in your mid to late twenties playing a constant game of back in forth, banter through the pain that left you both feeling lonely for what? the nostalgia of it all?

at what point would this tug of war finally be bearable?

maybe when it ended.

regardless, you ignored his question. refusing to let the buzz of tonight’s choice of alcohol wither away into the depths of such a question.

“is it still the same address birthday boy?”

there was silence. followed by what seemed to be him getting up.

“yes.” he timidly replied. too embarrassed to acknowledge the fact that your grip on him seemed to be getting stronger each year.

“good!” you exclaimed. getting your purse and slinging it onto your shoulder, grabbing a full bottle of sikhye before gesturing to your friends that you were leaving and would call them later.

“why’s that good?” he asked, retreating to lay back down on his couch.

“it’s only like a 20 minute walk from the club i’m at.” you said nonchalantly while double checking your map app.

“no need, i’ll order you a uber. wait out front.” he replies. he then puts you on speaker and starts ordering the ride, wanting the quickest and most comfortable one that would bring you to him.

“why? i’m a fan of walking actually. i picked it up a few months ago. needed something to do to distract myself from you joshu.”

there was a pang in his heart that felt all too real. he hated when you guys weren’t on speaking terms and the fact that you could bring it up all so casually while he had difficulty even whispering your name to recount to his friends what happened this time.

“that’s great, i’m happy for you. but there’s no need to tonight.” and with that, the ride was purchased. uber black, all for you.

“why? a gentleman doesn’t let a lady walk alone? that’s certainly not coming from you i hope.” you mocked bitterly. trying to push away one of the many painful memories you’ve had since your entanglement with joshua.

“you never let me explain my point of view of that night.” he complained. the flash backs still all too real, as if they had happened just yesterday. a feeling of frustration and guilt making home in his heart.

the uber black suv pulled up to the side. a man coming out to open the back seat door for you as you tumbled forward, thanking him quickly. once you’re in, he closes the door and you focus of not getting car sickness as he departs.

there’s a twinge in your stomach that has you patting it gently. you lower your window and stick your head out slightly. the cool air of the night slowly waking you out of your drunken state.

there’s a few minutes of silence before joshua speaks up again.

“hello? y/n? you still there?” he asked, tone laced with worry.

the question made you laugh.

despite all that you two had went through. the unrequited high school love that soon turned to a torturous one. years of pining, unbelievable out burst of arguments, and some passion yet “casual sex” but you both knew all too well there was no such thing as ‘casual’ for you.

regardless, you were still here. on the way to his place at almost 1 am on his birthday.

“yeah. i’m still there.” you replied.

you both always joked that you were probably thriving soul mates in another universe. you guys read each others mind dangerously fast but it still took you by surprise when he immediately picked up on the heavy meaning behind your words.

“it’s okay. i’m still here too.” he answered. as if to let you know that you weren’t alone in this cruel yet daunting situation. because after all, it takes two to tango.

soon enough, the driver stopped in front of the towering condos. you get out, once again thanking him as you grab your stuff and try to pull yourself together.

what takes you by surprise is the fact that joshua is waiting for you outside. wearing all black, hair slicked back and phone still to his ear. a small smile appeared onto his face, he looked as handsome as ever.

it still made your heart race just as it did when you first realized you liked him all those years ago in high school.

you walked towards him, trying to remain in a straight line. the nerves of the alcohol no longer giving you the confidence which had led you here in the first place.

it isn’t until you’re a few feet closer to him that he starts walking forward to meet you.

you’d make a joke about his action and the symbolism it had in regard to your relationship (or truly lack-there-of) but it still hurt too fresh. was still too early.

“here. happy birthday” you said slightly shoving the sikhye into this arms. he hangs up the phone and takes it, holding it carefully.

“so, how’ve you been-“ he starts but you’re already walking way past him, making your way to his place which he left unlocked.

joshua’s not dumb. he knows you did it on purpose. small talk never having been your fortitude but it still hurt him.

you enter the condo, him following closely behind snd locking the door.

as you take off your shoes and set down your purse, you looked around. everything the same as the last time you were in here on your birthday, almost a year ago.

“i’ve missed you.” he says while setting down the sikhye on his marble counter top. the small lights on top illuminating him. he almost looked angelic.

he always knew just what to say to have you weak in the knees. it was infuriating.

“i’ve missed your nice ass place, do you always have the ac blasting like this?” you say as you flopped down onto his ridiculously soft beige couch. using one of the pillows to prop yourself up.

“the floors are heated so i like the cool air, even during winter” he comes up and sits beside you on the couch, observing you closely.

“well my bad mr.money man” it took everything in you to not physically roll your eyes. you weren’t actually annoyed and you knew shua wasn’t saying it to brag but it was frustrating how seemingly put together his life is.

aside from this rather “chaotic” ensemble, your life was actually pretty nice. yet you were always right behind him, a step behind like some loyal puppy.

and tonight, you had the urge to prove once and for all you weren’t just a puppy, you were an equal.

what you didn’t know was that he already saw you as one.

“come here” he says while patting his back, looking at you with eager yet cautious eyes.

you don’t verbally respond, just physically get up and do as instructed. straddling his lap.

his hands dig into your waist, holding you in place.

“explain yourself.”

you both said it at the same time. it was eerie but earned a unanimous laugh.

“you first” you string out. one hand playing with the ends of his hair and the other just below his neck, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“look, y/n.. this isn’t just a one way street and we clearly remember things differently” he says blatantly. the grip he had on your waist loosening the more he spoke.

“just admit it.” you start, piercing into his soft brown eyes.

this would be much easier if he wasn’t so handsome.

“admit what?” he ask. hands trailing up and down your back, just how he used to back in uni.

“that i’ve had it worse, it hurt me harder. admit that you, hurt me way worse.” you demand, trying to ignore the ache in your throat.

joshua tilts his head back and let’s out a frustrated sigh.he looks back at you with something else in his eyes, lust.

he pulls you closer to him while pushing you down onto him. you look at him confused but he doesn’t speak yet, instead he starts pressing light, gentle kisses up your arm.

“did i complain when you started going out with that pathteic exuse of a man might i add, in uni just a less than a month after you confessed to me?” he ask peering up at you.

there was a slight pang in your heart. you remember it so clearly. after years of a seemingly unrequited love in high school, you confessed to him in uni.

hoping, praying, that it would help you get over joshua.

when he didn’t give an answer before mid terms, you tried moving on in another ways. getting with a guy that liked you way more than you liked him.

thinking back, it was definitely cruel but staying alone and seemingly rejected seemed worse.

he continues, both kissing your body and speaking. as if letting out years of pent up hurt in the air.

“did i ignore you after you rejected my confession at the end of the last semester? a week or so before my birthday? you ignored me sweetheart; even though i was the one rejected.”

this one struck a nerve.

a memory far too painful to be brought up. he goes up to kiss your collarbone but you back up, ultimately getting off him and sitting on the table in front of him.

“seriously joshua? are you really still acting confused as to why i rejected you then?” you ask fully bewildered. one eye brow slightly raised as you observe the man in front of you.

he leans forward and mocks your expression. daring you to state your reasoning after all these years.

you let out a dry laugh before crossing your arms.

alright then, your turn to straighten some things out tonight.

“joshua hong do not act oblivious to the fact that i have been pathetically in love with you since high school. i don’t know if it’s when you started sitting by me in class, or opening my drinks, or that time you shaded me from the sun while i was napping in p.e but i have been. plain and simple, okay?”

he starts to talk but you cut him off, determined to get your point through.

“foolish teen me thought i was special. until, i realized you probably sat next to me because your two friends sat in front of me, you open anyone’s drinks, and excetra excetra but either way, i made the dumb mistake of confessing my feelings for you in uni.”

you’re angry now, not at him but at how pathetic you must’ve seemed all these years.

he stays quiet, letting you take a breather before continuing.

“so yes. to get over you i started dating, having fun, doing anything to fix a mended heart of what i assumed was unrequited love because you gave me some ambiguous ass answer and what i needed in my life was not ambiguity, especially from you.”

you get up while taking, now pacing around his table trying to stop any tears that warned they would fall out if you looked at him any longer.

“then, a year into my relationship, on my relationship anniversary, you confess to me and crumbled down genuinely almost every ounce of self respect and happiness and i barley managed to scrape together to make my relationship work. i had to break up with him because how could it be fair to try and love someone else when a single confession, no, even just a mere look from you spiraled me back into you palm.”

joshua looks pained as he looks at you, getting up to come over to you but you stand firm on the other side of the table. moving sides any time he tries to approach you.

not afraid of him, never afraid of him.

afraid of the affect he has on you.

in a momentary lapse of weakness, a tear comes out and you immediately wipe it away.

“i love you. a lot more than you do me which is fine, i accepted that a long time ago but i will not be the girl who has these arguments with you once a year and then slips out in the morning after we’ve had sex. not again, i can’t.”

you didn’t even realize when but joshua was suddenly at your side, holding you gently and leasing you to sit back down on the couch next to him.

“y/n i’ve loved you a lot longer than you think, i swear it. and i’ve never once told you to leave in the mornings, trust me. i never sleep well because i wake up practically scorn when i see the spot you’re supposed to be in is empty. i get hurt a lot more easier than you think, it’s written all over my face when i miss you.”

his words practically ate you alive. if he had said all these years ago, even months, no even just last week you probably would’ve gone right back head over heels, full in.

you let out a coarse laugh. the ache in your throat from holding back your tears evident as ever and he realizes this, gently brushing back some hair behind your ears.

“you never told me to leave but never asked me to stay.” you murmur almost incoherent while staring down at your hands.

“mhm?” he hums, confused at the string of words you purposely rushed out.

“i said, you never told me to leave but you never asked me to stay.” you repeat, now looking at him directly. trying to read his eyes.

this, he couldn’t refute. and he knew it deep down as well.

after all those years of pining and watching from afar it still felt too real for him when you were suddenly in his bed for the first time.

you could’ve thought he was a teen who hadn’t had his first kiss yet. hands shaky, eyes nervous to meet yours, mind racing with thoughts at 100 miles per hour because that is how much of an affect you had on him.

he never admitted it though, failed the chance to and soon enough you mistakenly took his silence as a “hint” and slipped out every morning before the sun even rose.

it was his turn to tears to start falling but his hands felt too limp to even dry his eyes. so when you raise yours and wipe them away ever so gently, all he can do is cry into your hands.

“i’m sorry” he starts choking out.

“i really am so sorry. if i could do it all over again, if you just let me back in, i would. i would make it right. make a move faster, acknowledge my feelings earlier, not let you slip away so easily. i would tell you to stay. i want you, no, i need you to stay.” he rushes out, practically pleading at this point because God forbid he lets you out his life again.

but you both know it can’t happen. you’ve hurt each other far too much, have fallen dependent on each other for far too long.

it was unhealthy and you both knew knew it.

you firmly interlock your pink with his and stand up. he looks at your pinkies for a few more seconds before standing up after you.

you walk ahead, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes. your pinkies still loosely intertwined.

joshua wants to say something, he tries to on multiple accounts but every time he opens his mouth, tears brim his eyes again.

you unlock the door and slightly go outside, your pinkies barely still holding onto each other.

you stare at each other longingly, as if you both knew in your hearts that it would be for the last time.

you smile fondly, even after just crying he was still so handsome.

“same time next year?” he jokes

you let out a genuine laugh and he swore in another life he’d do anything to keep hearing it.

“i’m joking. you are never, ever, allowed in my “nice ass house” again.” he dead pans, while not so obviously trying to hide a small smile.

you knew it had to end here, at his door step, pinkies intertwined. it would’ve never worked, no matter how much you guys both wanted it.

“i’ll miss you, so much.” you say sincerely.

he knows this. “miss” was a massive understatement in his books. he leans forward, placing a gentle kiss in your lips which you kissed back but for once you don’t chase after his lips once he pulls away.

he places another light kiss on your temple, as he does so he pulls away his pinky and this action is the one that almost breaks you all over again.

a beat passes, you stare at each other with simultaneously far too much love and hurt to ever truly be strangers.

“i’ll miss you too. just as much.” he echoes. meaning every word.

and with that, for the first time since meeting him, you pulled yourself together and turn your back to him first.

you walk away first.

and he watches it happen before closing his door, for good.

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just-a-carrot · 1 month

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hi carrot . just wnat you to know the finale made me genuinely sob so much i had to get the tissues out and everything

thank you so much for making this game, i remember playing it for the first time a year or two ago and even though it was like 3am i annoyed my brothers about how good it was despite them hating gore. this games impacted me so much in such little ways

genzou and iggy are my entire world btw god i love them . also cannot stop thinking about when genzou wakes up and he looks around he specifically looks at his legs (because arc 4....) oogh and and theyre so adorable..... plz never stop drawing them.....

ALSO confused about the ending a little bit

so when iggy made the wish it flung everybody back in . in time or to a separate timeline ?? where events happened but they handled them better. was the tidbit about remembering things in heart but not mind about the wonderland in general or specifically the time loops arcs? im curious if its like/ a whole separate thing now

plz keep making games like this :[ (no pressure ofc, its your life you do what you want/can in it!)

im probably gonna gk draw the chaeacters now ... thank you :] <3

(SPOILER WARNING FOR THE FINALE)

ahhhh this is incredibly sweet. thank you so much!! i'm really happy that you enjoyed the finale (and also the whole game in general!!!) LOL I DON'T PLAN TO STOP DRAWING THEM AT LEAST FOR NOW 🤣 they are pretty rooted in my brain, so i don't see myself not drawing them any more any time soon. though i have been kinda needing to rest up my drawing chops as i drew so much for the finale and epilogues that it really burnt me out art-wise

re: the ending, it's something i don't ever want to like explain super cut and dry. as i really want people to take away their own responses and interpretation of things. same as the whole rest of the game. it's why i don't like to give a lot of "word of god" type answers that ppl could then use to say "it's this way and that's that" or anything like that. i would much rather people continue to have their own theories and own interpretations of much of what happens in the game and with the chars

but i will say that that part is not really about flinging anyone back or to another timeline or anything like that. iggy destroyed his initial wish (along with all the other wishes). and his wish was what started the loops (and also what influenced every part of his life from that moment on). so when that wish was destroyed, it also destroyed everything that happened after it. which is why it took them back to before iggy had made his first wish

however, they still retain memories of all the past lives / loops in their subconsciouses, which is why they still randomly remember things from time to time and feel such a strong connection to each other

i hope that helps clear it up a bit lakdjfasd but as i said, it's really up to the player and how they also interpret things and come away with their own meanings! nothing in this game was ever really made to be completely set in stone

#ow: finale spoilers #ask: ow

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lingering-42-long · 2 years

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I’ll be home for Christmas

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x reader

Warnings: sfw, a little angst, maybe make a pt 2, might be ooc, crazy Scottish Gaelic thrown in there, misspellings are dialect.

My first SOAP opera. Lol puns aside I was in a Christmas mood, listening to Christmas music, at night, and feeling a little moody. I wanted to give this “Christmas” themed short a try. Let me know if I should do a Pt 2 on this. ALSO Gaelic in there, I tried to be as accurate as I could don’t kill me plz 😓.

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

#john soap mactavish #x reader #soap x reader

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primeministerofantarctica · 2 years

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If you don't mind me asking (and if you do plz ignore <3) but is there any autistic rep that you personally would like to see in media?

ohh good question! hmm... personally I'd like to see more explicit rep in children's and family media that's not "word of god" or "character that shows up for one episode to teach the main character about autism" (I don't mind the former but your average ten-year-old disney liker doesn't have twitter so it'd be lost on them.)

for example, one of my favorite canon autistic characters is aj gadgets from the pbs kids show hero elementary. while they don't outright say it until season 2, it's pretty obvious if you know what you're looking for? he flaps his hands when stressed out, he hates the feeling of wet clothes, he has a clear special interest in other superheros, he doesn't get sarcasm, he has noise-canceling headphones as part of his costume and he's shown putting them on when things get too loud. and MOST importantly, he's one of the main characters! appearing in almost every single episode!

on that note, I don't care how realistic it is, more stuff where the autistic character is actually liked by the other characters. I like entrapta and the guy from the good doctor well enough, but the way the other characters treated them was sooo :(. "oh noo how can he be a surgeon are you sure it's safe" bro i'm not an expert but i don't think it's within the realm of physical impossibility that autistic surgeons exist irl.

more characters in genres that aren't realistic coming-of-age stories. more fantasy/ sci fi/ mysteries/ etc. and yes, make the speculative fiction characters explicit too. you don't have to use the same word if it's a non-earth setting and you don't want to break the illusion, but plenty of other languages have descriptions you can pull from! like in japanese, the kanji for 自閉症 is "oneself, closed, illness". or in te reo māori, the word they use means "in their own time and space". make up your own name if you want, get creative!

other stuff, in general - more nonverbal/ aac using characters in prominent roles. more characters who are intellectually disabled or even just have average intelligence, less "savants". more characters with "useless" special interests instead of maths or science disciplines (more autistics that can't do math, please im dying here /lh). characters that are love interests, or best friends, or main characters. characters that have personalities outside of being a walking DSM manual.

this is already long af but some other characters I like-

renee from pixar's loop.

woo young-woo from extraordinary attorney woo. (i've only seen a few episodes so far but i like what i saw.)

matilda from everything's gonna be okay.

hikaru azuma from the manga with the light: raising an autistic child. yes it's from the point of view of the neurotypical mother but if you manage to get past the first volume and it's "oh no my child is autistic how can this be :(" it's...pretty sweet? the mom isn't portrayed as a saint for "putting up" with her kid, she does love him but the narrative isn't afraid to call her out when she makes a mistake.

ester from daughter of the deep. am i biased since this is a rick riordan book? well yes but still i'll be the first in line to watch the movie adaptation.

also more characters that are definitely autistic but the writers are either cowards or somehow, inexplicably, didn't put two and two together until someone else told them and understandably were pretty nervous about messing up to actually make it canon (they're just undiagnosed /j)

nonny from bubble guppies. stop saying he's depressed reddit edgebros it's just flat affect ToT

huey duck from ducktales. you had two episodes focused on how "being weird isn't bad" and "it's okay if you're wired differently". did the...did the writers just not pick up on the implications. i refuse to believe they did.

twilight sparkle from mlp:fim. pretty obvious to headcanon but i read somewhere (albeit through secondhand sources) that it was initially supposed to be canon and if that is true, that's cool af.

#i'm not going to list out EVERY 'it's canon in my heart where it MATTERS' character but yeah #ask #livingthewritelife-things #long post #sorry if i misunderstood the question but thanks for letting me talk about this :)

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rawrmeansilyindinosawr · 1 year

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ketamine is NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART (ty rat priest)

ladyfag is a kute venue w lots of kute boyz and u n ur friend dance on stage cuz why not. the dj puts the lights on u and ur friendz n sweat drip drops from ur head down to ur body and it feels holy. dirty magazine party is nxt and there's a human carpet who is coercing people into his kink to step on him like a carpet n gets mad when u ask him if he's ok so u get on him with ur 5 inch platforms and jump ttwice. cobra snake is snapping pix of everyone and the girl who u met a vivienne westwood last week tells u she likes ur kitty kat ears and u blush. u meet a girl that looks like the reincarnation of SOPHIE and spiel ur lil spiel ab how she changed ur entire life n stance on music/started ur party life. she asks to kiss u after and u let her. <3

ugh sigh eek ugh sigh eek meh blah ugh ooof. mi head is spinning and the come down from molly is never fun. found myself being v suicidal. wrote this cuz i wuz eating chicken wings and sad.

"im sucking the meat out of my teeth from the gaps in between. i used to pull my teeth when they started becoming loose and make sure they fell out the same day, i did it cuz i wanted the tooth fairy to make my wishes come true, to be in a loving family, to be happy. there's a gap from this tooth i pulled when i was 12 or so, it healed unevenly , so every time i eat meat it gets stuck in between ."

i've been talking so much lately i've lost my voice.

u leave dick appointment hungry af from burning all the calories dancing and almost k holing but u mentally pushed urself out of it, didnt think that was possible but ketamine is not for the faint of heart or mentally weak. kiss ur friend goodbye n r craving ur fav hangover food. u walk to the bodega and ignore the weird unwarranted comments from touristy men with boring flannels and cargo pants who just seem so fascinated every time they see someone who looks like a lil lolita goth. IDK why these tourists r hangin in bushwick, plz go to midtown or the upper east side so u can compare credit scores. u walk back to ur apt and BOOM. right underneath ur 400 dollar new new rocks u feel a MF LIFT and on top of that u hear a DEATHLY SQUEAL. yep. the sound of black metal REEEEEE's on loop. [also, EW if u ONLY ever cry while listening to dying fetus , get help. ] u just accidentally stepped on a fucking rat. but they just ran away underneath a car. yr convinced the rats here r superhuman or something like they have GOT to go to mandatory rat church or something underground with their sundays best and all give their tithes n offerings to RAT PRIEST to get this anti kryptonite. alana from broad city talked about RAT BASTARD [which is personally one of my greatest fears, never forget how i fking lost sleep for 2 whole days when i found a tiny mouse in my apartment a month ago, one time seeing it run across my clothing rack in the middle of the night, me responding by SCREAMING and running down my second story floor barefoot and out tha door] but id like to get to know RAT PRIEST. what does he wear, what do his sermons consist of, why do i even think hes a he. ive come so far as a nonbinary person and even helping build an anti-christian club at my christian college,writing a MF poetry book ab my deconstruction of God our Father into God our Mother. i hate the patriarchy and how its framed my sense of power insuch a male perceived worldview. speaking of men.

i am DONEEEE dating musicians and BOYS FROM UPSTATE!!!!!! ive been gaslit by 3 of them this year and its barely june?!?! why pollute something so beautiful n pure like music with a fragile ego!? ive never understood how that could happen…but imNOT stupid. tha softest boys are tha softest manipulators. DUH. i get having energy restless AF to create, express N give but how can U allow the round of applause n medal to corrode tht inner beauty?? or hold urself in so much pride they r stuck in karmic loops. but im no better cuz i never seem to learn either believing they actually think im special too. ive given sm love n attention away from myself lately n these ways of communicating w these kinds of ppl dont feel genuine when u are left empty handed. but NY was never a great place for ppl to date anyway. u find like minded ppl who connect to and they have reservations n avoidances. but falling in luv n getting hurt always happens without a warning.

PLZ PLZ PLZ RAT PRIEST dont let me fall for another musician!! ill bring u 12 bacon egg n cheeze's on cinnamon raisin TOASTED lightly with a side of coffee LITE N SWEET. PLZ RAT PRIEST i know ur there, omnipotent being. that sees the smol ones underneath ur the fluffy clouds u lay on in haven, i kno ur listening. PLZ RAT PRIEST, luv is worth going into a furnace of 1,000 flames for!! i just want pure luv. and if it's in u, u'll b the only boy ill ever be on mi knees 4 EVER again. [kross mi heart hope 2 die.]

#blog

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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10 + 19 from the blurbs list! Roll with it, I trust your vision. Just make it a lil angsty plz 😍

a/n: ahhh i actually totally rewrote this bc i hated the first one hahaha so i hope you like this! thanks for your request love ;)

Warnings: swearing, kissing

Word Count: 1.1k

my writing

leave with me - rafe cameron

The bonfire's supposed to be fun. That's all you can think about as you stand about thirty feet away from JJ and his latest adventure, some blonde tourist bitch who doesn't know a damn thing about this island. He's drunk, you know he is, which is why you're sure he's going home with her tonight.

That's exactly why you're drunk. You're sitting down with the red solo cup in your hand, staring down at the substance inside as if it is supposed to take away all of your negative feelings. It doesn't.

"Hey, sweetheart."

You hear the voice beside you, and regret looking as soon as you meet the eyes of Rafe Cameron. He's got a snapback on and a cup in his hand as well, but the first thing you notice is the wide smirk on his face. Almost like he's enjoying this whole thing.

You roll your eyes at him and look forward again, hoping if you ignore him long enough, he'll just walk away.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, amusement present in his voice, "JJ and that hot bitch, I mean?"

You scoff and glance down at your almost empty cup, shaking your head at him.

"Why are you such an asshole?" you ask him, refusing to meet his eyes.

"What?" he laughs loudly, "I'm offering to be your shoulder to cry on. How is that being an asshole?"

Your head snaps over to look at him, no longer afraid. Surely, he's not serious with what he just said.

"Just fuck off, Rafe," you decide not to even bother.

You bring the red cup up to your lips and take the last gulp of the alcohol. You're unaware of how Rafe watches your lips wrap around the cup and you're unaware that he swallows and takes a deep breath before he looks away from you.

"All right," he grumbles, sitting down beside you, "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be an asshole, if it helps."

You furrow your eyebrows as you look over at him, "It's supposed to make me feel better that you're not actively trying to piss me off?"

Rafe nods his head and shrugs, then takes another sip of his beer. He points to your cup and then looks over at you, ignoring the way your lips shimmer under the bonfire light from the beer that rests there.

"Do you want another?"

You consider his question, then glance up at JJ and the blonde girl. He's standing between her legs and whispering in her ear, giggling with her every time he pulls away. You frown and Rafe watches as you nod and tell him you do want another.

"Yo, Top!" Rafe yells over to his best friend, then raises his cup to signal another drink.

"Oh, I forgot," you huff, "Kook Prince would never get his own drinks."

You roll your eyes as Rafe laughs at you. He shakes his head and takes another drink of his beer before he speaks again.

"Cool it with the attitude," he tells you, "I'm kind of your only friend right now."

You scoff, but quickly realize he's correct about that. Topper runs the drink over and hands it to Rafe, who waves him off quickly. You laugh at the way Topper runs off, obeying Rafe's every command.

"M'lady," he presents you with the cup, giving you a cheeky smile.

You shake your head as you take the beer, but you can't help the smile that plays on the corners of your lips. Rafe sees this and smiles himself, knowing he's making progress.

"You know," he starts again, "I could always help you make JJ jealous."

You raise your eyebrow as you sip from your fresh cup, "You think you could do that?"

Rafe takes offense at you suggesting he isn't capable of making another guy jealous, so to answer your question, he scoots closer to you on the bench and wraps his arm around the back of it. It's not a direct movement, but it's enough to get your heart beating.

"He's never even going to notice," you frown, looking over at the two of them once again.

"Oh, don't worry about that, gorgeous," Rafe whispers, setting his drink down on the ground and then placing that hand high up on your thigh.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he touches you. He watches your expression change from playful to serious, and he cheers internally. You can't help but move your eyes down from Rafe's down to his chest, then down to his hand on your leg. He picks at the fabric on the bottom of your shorts, then rubs the palm of his hand down your soft skin.

"Um," you say, feeling your body going crazy enough that you forget how to actually say words.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he grins, leaning in even closer to you.

You swallow, mentally preparing yourself to kiss the Kook Prince himself. Rafe is only inches from you now, and when those inches become centimeters, he turns his head over in JJ's direction.

"Get a fucking room, Maybank!" Rafe shouts, earning JJ's complete attention.

You feel your cheeks get red as JJ spots Rafe all over you, so you look away as you hear Rafe chuckle lowly.

"Oh, he doesn't look too pleased," Rafe tells you, "But he isn't coming over here. We're gonna have to seal the deal."

You look back at Rafe to ask what he means, but you don't have the time. He grabs your cheek with one of his hands, pulling your mouth to his quickly. His lips move against yours and the kiss makes you feel like your mouth is on fire. It lasts for what feels like an hour and one second at once.

"Oh," you say when he pulls away, not even meaning to speak out loud. Rafe smirks widely when he sees your expression.

"Personally," he whispers to you, "I don't give a fuck about JJ Maybank. Would you like to get out of here with me, pretty girl?"

You're practically drooling by the time he finishes speaking. The idea of kissing Rafe Cameron like that for the rest of the night is enough to make you nod feverishly.

"Fantastic," he grins.

He loops his fingers through yours and pulls you up, ready to guide you away. And when you two are almost out, Rafe turns around and flips JJ off as he leads you away, as if to tell JJ he's a dumbass for losing out.

#drew starkey #obx s2 #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe fic #outerbanks rafe #outerbanks netflix #outerbanks #outer banks #outer banks netflix

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some more grumpy killing eve 4.06 thoughts--

i felt like it would be such a rewarding payoff for eve to kill helene for hurting villanelle, and i thought for awhile that it would happen in the hotel room tussle, and it felt SO WEIRD to instead have eve just be standing there while villanelle kills someone in front of her for the millionth time. and just like always before, doing the shocked hands-to-the-face, like they are stuck in an infinite loop and nothing ever changes! (although it was pretty funny that she clearly went quick to a “that was hot” place and also funny that it was at the one time when villanelle did not give a damn.)

i feel like this season has no real interest in the eroticism or the awakening aspect of eve’s darkness, which -- okay, i guess, i guess eve doesn’t have to go dark, but watching her shoot some random dude in the head like it had real narrative stakes when the helene possibility was right there just made me so annoyed. the writing this season just totally does not seem to get any of the past seasons, even season 3. eve might be more present this season than in s3 (maybe? i can’t tell), but even though she’s constantly moving around doing stuff, and she’s incredibly charming to watch at every single second, she’s not really being given a deep or consistent arc. and i hate it. i keep thinking about how rapturous sandra oh was about the show back in season one, and it’s like, now she just has to do this lackluster crap??

in other news, i think if the pam plot had been in s3 instead, i would have liked it a lot; i love the actress and her interactions with konstantin are entertaining to watch, and the sequence where she had to kill that lady was i think the most morbidly fun/stressful that the show has been in awhile. but it just feels so much like them throwing a spinoff into our faces instead of showing us eve and villanelle that i just don’t know what to do with it!

carolyn, i’m so sorry you’re having to do all the most boring crap imaginable constantly since your fun little adventure with v. like, every time they cut to a carolyn scene now i’m like “time to mentally check out!” at least we’ll always have the air guitar.

with that being said, i loved the eve and villanelle stuff at the beginning because of course i did. the tenderness the electricity!!!!! the whole shirt sequence was just breathlessness-inducing, so dreamy, and eve was so cute rolling up to her girl on the scooter later. i also like that villanelle has reached a point where she’s like “i’m done with you”, and in a version of the show that was giving them more screentime, i’d be excited to see that explored more. idk why you would stare that kind of chemistry in the face after three seasons of it being iconic and decide to make it like number 40 on your list of priorities for the final season, but okay. it’s hard to look back on any of their iconic moments from the previous seasons and imagine anything even close happening now. i think maybe it’s because originally this show was really rooted in and relished rolling around in psychological detail, and now most of the time it doesn’t bother to think that deeply.

i often feel like this season is also using the trappings of killing eve -- the ominous background music, the idea of doing something wacky with a weird song playing with villanelle -- but without any of the precision or smarts of the earlier seasons that made it so fun to watch. that whole final sequence had me like “okay, and??????????” and it just went on FOREVER.

plz, for our sanity, let us not mention the eve/yusuf romcom going on in the promos for next week. (do you know what i would GIVE to see villaneve karaoke? do you know what i would GIVE?? it feels like a personal affront. also, i was kind of feeling like yusuf should have been one of the men eve hung out with in a previous season instead -- hugo? danny sapani’s character? -- because it just feels so weird to have him here randomly out of nowhere and completely invested in her whole villanelle and the twelve thing. you are very cute, but who are you, sir???)

it’s almost over. and once it’s over, i’m going to try to find a way to erase this season from my brain, probably. unless there’s a real quality turnaround in these last two hours! but man, what an important season of tv to bring such totally mediocre writing to. there’s always many new shows to love out there, so you don’t really have to be heartsore about any one that goes badly for long, but man, i’ve really cared about this one for a long time. :(

#dollsome's deep thoughts #killing eve #killing eve spoilers #apologies if my really quite aggressive grumpiness is like ... a bummer!#idk if my perception of this season is really aligned with everybody else's #but it's just not working for me most of the time

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AoS season 5 reactions

Or how to ruin a show that until then was being flawlessly written.

Going by chronological order with @shieldagent93 having to stand my rants...

~In 5x01, two of the three sentences said by Jemma had the word "Fitz". It's too much. It's like if she's always thinking about him.

~I... What's happening?? When do they explain what's going on?

~I don't like this Deke guy.

~5x05 was great. It explained a lot of the doubts I had. Also seeing Hunter again was amazing.

~What the fuck are they doing shooting at a fuckin quinjet wtf.

~5x08 has me like "how does time travel works in Marvel?". Like... They're in the future but they also raised Robin. Guess it's a Marvel thing. Also i would really like Fitz a little more if he had a better control of his outburst. I know, he's frustrated, but I guess screaming angry men just trigger me... And he has an ugly as fuck beard now. Anyway, May looks younger every season. The woman grows old in reverse.

~Done with 5x10. My Elena feelings are hurting. Also someone in the writing room as an amputation kink... Honestly this season is being the least cool (which is still better than what I'm used but, still). The dystopan society and everything related feels clumsy.

~You gotta be freakin kidding me her arms actually got chopped off?? Also, bad Susan Vásquez, bad. Alex Danvers would be disappointed

~"Losing a life is better than two" "This is not Hydra, Leopold!" Like, fuckin literally, Leopold!

~... There was an Hydra high school??? How did they remain undercover for 70 years, again?... I mean, they literally have an Hydra high school uniform... The person who washes their clothes might, idk, GUESS it's an Hydra high school.

~5x14... What the fuck did i just watch. Yeah, fuck FitzSimmons. Fuck Fitz. The fuck with Simmons. And I guess you won't catch me talking about Skimmons for a while. Wtf.

~Note to myself: Dessica never exaggerates. When she says something is bad, it's bad.

~Also, funny how Fitz apparently was talking to his evil self for weeks and no one noticed anything different about him. Jemma didn't notice anything different about him. So either that was bad writing or the dude is truly a psycho and not worse than Ward.

~5x15 has me like 'why no one is angry at Fitz?' He didn't steal someone's cookie he fuckin cut into Daisy??? Why don't they let Jemma be angry at him?? Since when all Jemma cares is only him??... I miss the Jemma of the past seasons.

~Deke: 'I respect you for what you did'

Is this... Is this for real???

~Deke: Daisy is a pain in the ass

FitzSimmons: I noticed.

Me: ENOUGH OF THIS BULL-

~ Jemma: "Fitz is paying for thinking differently"

*internally screaming *

~You know, this is worse than Supergirl's s5. Because the bullshit was said mostly by the fans, not the actual characters.

~"Maybe that they chopped your arms off wasn't so bad"... Are they trying to make me hate him?... Who wrote this?

Pffffffffffffffff LMAO!!!! He's fuckin cosplaying Khan from Star Trek...

~Plz let this season end.

~... Did i just hear the phrase 'Fitz is an incredible person' coming out of Daisy's mouth-i can't believe it

~Andddd Talbot just killed Brainiac 5.

~Jemma "torturing Daisy is okay but I draw the line at using an old corpse to create a cure to save Coulson's life" Simmons... Daisy literally hijacked her mother's corpse and it's not even the weirder thing about this season.

~Poor Jiaying. Like, yeah, she tried to kill Daisy but she was bananas at the moment and everything was Hydra's fault so...(Just like ANOTHER scientist restrained ANOTHER defenseless asian girl because he thought FUCKIN CUTTING INTO HER was for the GREATER GOOD) (I WONDER WHO MIGHT THAT BE)

~Okay but this evil alien villian is literally just a black man. No pointy ears. No weird eyes. No sharp teeth. Not even ants. Just a black man. Black men must look alien enough to whoever created this character

~Fitz: We can't break the time loop

Jemma: Okay Fitz ❤️

Fitz: I changed my mind I think we must make sure we break it

Jemma: Okay Fitz ❤️

This woman hasn't had a single personal thought in 15 episodes

~ Philindaisy's shoulders must hurt from carrying the weight of the season. Mack is honestly the only survivor of this team. I don't know any person called Finn or Simona or whoever. Neither their grandson Dick the Dick. And Elena is on thin, thin ice. I can still understand her pov and see why she does what she does. That's why she's on thin ice instead of on the bottom of the ocean like Fido and Simpsons.

~"I'm the savior of the world" said he, as he crashed his ship against a fuckin city. Homeboy at least be a coherent villian ffs-He's making the jesuchrist pose. Talbot, honey I'm so sorry.

~... So is Fitz dead?? I don't get it. Is he dead?? Why is everyone talking like if he were sleeping? What happened? I can't believe this show broke the curse of the 4th season just to invent the curse of the 5th.

You know the worst thing of this season?? That Daisy did everything in her power to protect Jemma from Papa Smurf and some episodes after it Jemma fuckin says it was right to hurt Daisy. Homegirl, that's a shit friend. Someone introduce her to Lena Luthor.

#Agents of shield #aos s5 #anti fitzsimmons #anti leo fitz #Anti jemma Simmons #Anti fitz #Daisy Johnson deserves better

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givemetherapyimawritingtravesty · 3 years

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sw asexual regulus fic?

HERE IT FINALLY IS. I hate being sick and miserable but I finally got this done. It even features more Reg + Leo friendship because baby Black deserves all the support.

Plz Note: I based Reg’s internal monologue loosely on my own experiences / thoughts from questioning my identity and being Ace myself. That doesn’t mean others don’t feel / experience it differently, this is just from my own perspective.

Credit as always to the amazing @lumosinlove for these hockey boys and the SW universe!

CW: Identity talk (obviously, but supportive friends, don’t worry)

Regulus had moved in with his brother in Gryffindor over two months ago. It was a bit overwhelming at first, being surrounded by so much support. He didn’t know how to handle it all at first. He shut down for a bit and stayed in Sirius’ house, either in his own room or using the basement gym and rink.

Slowly, he started letting people in. Just Sirius and Remus at first. Joining them for meals and grocery shopping, game nights, or even just all working out together. Then dinners at Dumo’s or the Potter’s. Leo had been spending a lot of time with him and it was nice to be with someone his age. Someone who was confident in himself.

Regulus admired that about Leo. He was sure of himself and who he was. He was comfortable in his identity. He lit up when either of his boyfriends were near and you could tell they were his everything.

Reg wanted that. Well, not like that, though. He wanted someone to hug, hold, maybe kiss. To cuddle all night and just feel safe with someone with having to get… intimate? He didn’t want that out of a relationship.

He though maybe it was because he was young and didn’t understand it yet. Or maybe he just hadn’t found someone he was attracted to like that. But maybe not. Maybe that’s just how he was. And it scarred him, because he didn’t quite understand it all. Sure, he had done some incognito searches on it, read a lot of articles and watched endless Youtube videos on other’s experiences.

Asexual. That was the term he found that he though fit him. Aromantic was mentioned a lot with it but didn’t have to be both. Right? He still wanted to love someone and be loved. He learned demi too. He thought maybe that could be him. Maybe he might want to have sex if he knew the person, liked them, trusted them. But even then the thought of getting naked with someone in that context still didn’t appeal to him.

“Ace. That’s it, I guess.” Regulus muttered to himself, sitting on the living room couch in Sirius’, no… his home.

“What’s that?” Leo asked as he handed Reg the popcorn bowl as he sat down next to Reg on the sofa.

“Nothing. What movie we-”

“Not nothing. Talk to me. I heard what you said. I mean, you don’t HAVE to talk to me, but I’m here. If you want. To talk to.”

Reg was silent for a moment. “Do you know what asexual is?”

“Yeah.”

“I… I think I’m that. Asexual. Well, not think. I am. Asexual.” Reg staired into the popcorn bowl in his hands. “It’s just I know it’s weird but like I don’t want sex. I mean I want to love someone, kiss them and cuddle, I just don’t want anything else. Anything more, and-”

“Hey.” Leo cut off his rambling. “That’s okay. It’s valid to not want that, plenty of people don’t.”

“I know, I read online and all it’s just… I never met anyone else who… And everyone around here is always so horny.”

They both laughed at that, Reg finally meeting Leo’s gaze. “You got that right. I’m sure it doesn’t help living with Cap and Loops, their like teenagers on prom night all the time. Dumbstruck in love, it’s a wonder the team didn’t see it before it was shoved in their faces.”

“I mean I’m happy for them, I just, I get it I guess, but I don’t want it. Ya know?”

“I can’t exactly say I know the feeling, but I know you do and I support that. I want you to be happy, Reg.”

“Yeah. I do to. Thank you. I… I didn’t think anyone would understand. Or maybe you’d just tell me I needed to try dick.” They shared a laugh. “But, I just don’t, like, like any of that stuff.”

“I mean if you wanted to try, that’s a you thing, but you don’t need to try to know it’s not for you. I’ve never tried having sex with a girl but I know that’s not for me. You don’t need to try it to know it’s not for you. You just know, and you just know.”

“Yeah. I do.” Reg said, sounding more sure of the declaration than anything else he’d confessed so far. “Thanks.”

“Anytime. Now, back to the matter at hand, Shrek or 27 Dresses?”

“What even are those options?”

“Good movies. Just pick, we’re watching them both anyways.”

“Then why pick?”

“Which FIRST Reg? Shrek? Yes? Shrek it is. You’re very indecisive. In your movie picking, that is.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He gave Leo a playful shove as they settled into the couch and started their movie night.

#sweater weather lumosinlove #leo knut #regulus black #regulus black deserved better #Ace Reg

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vslattae · 3 years

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ALL I COULD EVER WANT

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Warnings: ( fluff omg...) taehyung being a softie again, the first L words, jk threatening tae (it’s a joke), taehyung introducing you to tanie :), shower stuff :p, oral (male receiving), light fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it plz),soft thrusts, and a lot of kissing :D

chapter 11. all i could ever want.

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Getting up earlier was a pain in your ass especially because minnie hated waking up. She was spoiled rotten, hated walking unless you gave her a treat, but overall she was a sweetheart being friendly with everyone.

Jumping into the shower at 7:45 AM, washing your hair and doing your routine. Getting dressed in a big white long sleeve shirt detailed with roses and flowers, paired with a pair of shorts and checkered vans and nike socks seeing as you and date weren’t the formal date attire kind of people. Minnie on the other hand her ears peppered in tiny red bows and the flower collar and leash your mom bought her.

About 10 minutes later Taehyung gives you the heads up he’s outside waiting for you to come out. bending down to talk to minnie she watches you with playful eyes and a wagging tail.

“okay minnie there’s a man outside, his name is taehyung he has a doggie too..his name is yeontan okay? I can trust you’ll be on your best behavior” you smile as she somewhat understands ushering you to the door while her tail wags furiously.

Stepping out of the apartment doors for your skin to meet the warm rays of the sun, taehyung is standing there bag in one hand and a tiny brown fluffy dog. His smile brightens as he watches you and minnie walk together her face smiling as she approaches yeontan with a sniff.

“Hi baby and hi minnie” he pecks you on the cheek while he bends down to softly pet minnie.

“Hi tae...and hi yeontan...oh my goodness your so cute just like your dad” you giggle taking taes arms to loop around yours as the four of you walk together...like a real family.

He tells you jokes and compliments you seeing as you both dressed almost the same, smiling the whole way as you walk through the park sprung up with patches of flowers.

“so mister pretty, what are we doing today?” you look up at him with a smile on your face admiring the soft curls that adored his face much like the color of tanie.

Pulling you closer to him he replied “ we’re having a picnic silly just like our first date.” you giggle watching your dogs walk side by side.

Taehyung was a little picky about picking the spot to roll the blanket out making sure there weren’t a lot of bugs and not a lot of sunshine...it had to be perfect. Once the magical spot was found watching kids play at the playground and you two munching on whatever taehyung brought.

“You should have told me to bring something baby..” you pouted minnie automatically whining at the face taehyung pulled on your face.

He chuckles “i’m sorry minnie...your moms a big baby” he pulls you in for a soft kiss, yeontans paws at minnies face when she lies down to enjoy the sunlight soaking it through her smooth curls, as she lays in your lap.

“Awe i’m sorry Tantan...she gets sleepy so easily just like me .” he whined crawling over to your side only inches away from your baby leaning against taes shoulder as he enjoys the day with you.

“this so far my favorite date...and i like tantan stole my heart” you push the small curls out of his face to gaze at his chocolate colored eyes.

Out of nowhere you hear you name being called by a squeak of a little kid no doubt. Looking up searching for the child that screamed your name it was none other than Felixs little niece Yoosung.

“shit..” you whisper tae automatically noticing the man that followed the child running up to you.

“i’ll play nice but he needs to go sooner than later.” he whispers kissing your cheek laying down to bask in the sunlight.

“ unnie y/n!” yoosung calls out.

“hi pretty look at you! you’ve gotten so big oh my” you giggle as she pets your head.

“i missed you..h-how come yo-you never co-come around anymore unnie?” she looks at you with sad eyes and it breaks your heart looking at the man behind her.

“things happened yoosungie...i missed you too i have but...unnie had to leave..” you smile at the child.

“hi y/n” felix looks at you when his heart drops..he knows he couldn’t tell her that her uncle cheated and that’s why y/n isn’t here anymore.

“who’s that unnie?” she points to taehyung with a giggle.

“oh this is my big baby taehyungie...” he smiles watching felix with perfected movements.

“is he your boyfriend too?” she rubs her hands over your leg staring at taehyung with a confused smile on why he kisses you like lix.

“Yoosungie...me and felix aren’t together anymore...he did something and that hurt me very bad...” she looks at you with shocked eyes as she slaps felixs leg.

“what did you do uncle lix?” she stares at him with a pout.

“we just grew apart” he lied promising himself he could never let her know the truth and everytime his eyes glanced at you it broke his heart.

“okay..i’m going to play on the swings unnie..i missed you and he better take c-care of you t-too” she points at tae with a sparkle in her eye.

Watching her run to the swings across the field..watching as felix turns away chasing after her doesnt really hurt you..your happy he’s gone and don’t have any nightmares about it since you hung out with taehyung.

Sitting there for a little while longer the time now 10:45 AM you pack it up taehyung inviting you over to hang out with the boys for a while. Nodding of course, you loved seeing those boys despite seeing them not even 72 hours ago. Walking hand in hand you had no worry in the world watching taehyung smile as the both of you and your babies prancing around back to his house.

Opening the door yoongi automatically knowing it was you he ran to the door picking up minnie and cradling her in his arms. She loved yoongi more than jungkook who ruffled her fur the way she didn’t like it. She was a picky dog, choosing her favorites out of the people that she met.

“y/ns here!” taehyung calls out as yoongi runs off with your dog into the living room where everyone is watching a movie. Haru of course hung around jin smiling as she sees you walk hand in hand with taehyung and a trailing yeontan right behind you two.

“y/n your doggg..is that minnie?” jimin walks downstairs as you nodded.

“oh my godddd she’s so cute” he shirked automatically minnie is yelling at the noise staying perched in yoongi lap.

That’s when you hear a weird noise stunting the house. “ what is that?” you question

leaving haru and the rest chuckling, Namjoon passed out next to j-hope in the other room.

“your brother brought a friend..” jin rolls his eyes.

Yeontan disappeared into the other room to perch on Jhopes face.

Time flies by as the movie marathon runs around. Looking at your phone it reads 8:30 PM knowing you weren’t gonna to go home and minnie successfully pasted out on yoongi a chest as he watches the tv with jimin.

“Can i shower in your bathroom?” you turn to whisper at tae and which he nods following you upstairs.

He pulls out a towel and a pair of his shorts and a shirt. Luckily he accidentally got a pair of your underwear in his laundry that was mixed in before you left the vacation 2 days ago.

The water that pours over your skin is cool..pawing your hands through your hair with taehyungs shampoo. Suddenly you feel the burst of cool air along the smooth hands of your boyfriend who got tired of waiting for you outside, watching your shadow of your perfect petite body through the blue shower curtain.

“hi” you giggle watching the water pour through his hair.

“hi pretty” he pecks your lips in a non seductive way until your arms twist around his neck as the water continues to pour in between you.

“he’s back again” he whines trailing his eyes down your body watching the suds pour over your breasts down to your core. the sight sends the image straight to his dick.

“see now your needy” you giggle carefully running your fingertips down his body to wrap your hand around the hardened length.

Groaning at the sight of you slowly making your way to your knees kissing the tip of his length watching him writher above you. As much as he loved the sight of you when he’s in between you legs he loved this view much more.

The way your lips fit perfectly nipping and licking all the right parts it’s like you know his dick like the back of your hand. His hand trailed over your wet hair letting your throat fuck his length, eyes rolling back everytime it hits the back of your throat sending a groan of your name that falls out of his pretty lips.

“so good...look so pretty like this angel” he coos making you whimper sending the little eclectic shocks straight through his body.

“oh fuck just like that” leaning towards the wall as your tongue swirls, you can feel his length pulsating in your mouth popping off the tip you giggle and look up at him.

“come tae wanna taste you..i bet you taste soo good for your princess..then you can do whatever you like to me” you whine back as he pulls your mouth back on with a couple of strokes your mouth painted white with a sweet taste and a bit of bitterness you happy look at him watching him as he watches you swallow his seed.

Automatically pulling you up his hands pools the valley of your breasts nipping at the buds watching them harden as your hands tug at the roots of his hair whining at the feeling. his hands travel down as his mouth switches to the neglected nub sliding his finger over your arousal.

“Taehyung” you whine as two fingers slip inside your warm walls welcoming him in everytime.

“now who’s needed” he pulls his face away from your chest to kiss you passionately tongue slipping in your mouth as his hand movements speed up. Your walls tighten causing you to cry out, quickly his mouth moves down your neck replacing the old fading away purple marks with fresh new ones.

Taehyung was always fond of marking his territory but when it came to you and after seeing your stupid ex he wanted to mark every inch to exert felix away.

“oh my fuck” you pull at his hair as you whine a little too loud echoing off the walls of the small shower space, pulling his fingers out to admire the wet sticky mess you laid out on his fingers pooling them into your mouth before sucking on your tongue.

God..you two love the taste of yourselves together..

pulling yourself out of the silence you look at him “taehyung i want you here rn”

“ always for you baby” he pushes your body against the wall teasing the bundle of nerves with the tip of his length before slowly inserting himself in you. pulling your leg into his arm as his thrusts go harder every time, praising you for being such a good girlfriend to him or for the sinful sighs that pour off the tip of your tongue everytime he hits the right spot.

Watching your eyes roll back tipping your head into his chest digging your fingers into his shoulder blade makes him weak at the knees witnessing you losing yourself.

“fuck tae...right there don’t stop” you cry out as the tip nudges your sweet spot. you manage to pull your mouth to his as you cry out your first orgasm since the vacation.

“so fucking pretty fucking hell” he grunts out trying to push the second orgasm out of you..legs shaking as the thrust go slower every other push then speeding up again. “you...fuck..you fuck me so good tae...so fucking good.” he moans hearing the dirty things that come out of your mouth only pushing him to shove himself deeper.

the harder he thrusts the more you feel like putty in his hands watching him focus on pounding you harder waiting for the tightening of your walls to hit..and just as he determines your mouth kissing his pulse whining pleading him to go deeper before you melt.

“close...i’m close tae” you squeak watching his eyebrows furrow as the sound of skin fills both of your ears.

“hold on to it baby..wanna come together” he grunts laying his head on your chest to suck more purple marks over the right side of your breast.

“fill me up tae...your lucky i started back on birth control a while ago” you chuckle out only to head back biting your lip feeling your muscles tense together.

“ i could have came in you...but you wanted to taste me you needy girl hm..? you like the way i tastes..” he watches you closing your eyes head against the wall mouth open whimpering his name

“love it tae..” you manage to breathe out before he growls at you to come.

“fuck i love you y/n-” he groans feeling the wetness pool around his length only a few thrusts before he releases his seed inside you filling you up.

Foreheads pressed together you smile..

“you love me?” you giggle out sleepily washing away the mess in between your legs.

“yes..i have for a long time you just didn’t notice” he chuckles washing you again before pulling you out and drying you off together.

“hmmm..i love you too tae..i wish i noticed earlier” you mumble out throwing clothes on.

Once you guys are both dressed you head back downstairs sitting on the couch surrounded by your friends and wrapped around taehyung, minnie still seated in yoongi lap while jimin had a hold of yeontan.

“i love you my beautiful angel” he whispers in the middle of the movie

“i love you too tae” he kissed you softly before your body is warmed with love and warmth glancing at taehyung before you closed your eyes.

This was the moment taehyung and you realized..you never wanted this moment to end..and for a fact..he whispered into your ear.

“your all i could ever want” and he couldn’t wait to tell you the next morning and every day that continued.

“your all i ever wanted to taehyung..” you whispered back before walking to dreamland.

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A/n: PHEW. i did it! i never wanted to end this story but i’m happy with the way this series ended! I’ll put a lot more bonuses and such so please request whatever you’d like! I’m probably gonna make a second part to this whole series! Thank you so much for the reads and i pray for my writing to get better bahaha. as of right now..this probably isn’t the finally piece but eh :) I love you all <3

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#taehyung smut #taehyung fake social media #taehyung fic #bts smut #taehyung story #taehyung #taehyung fake texts #taehyung fluff #bts #bts fake social media

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borisbubbles · 3 years

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ESC2021 Preshow: 20. Estonia

Uku Suviste - “The lucky one”

Semi 2, #02

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Going through the motions of 2021′s shitty NF season, it was a given that the critical mass of the “2020 returnees” competing the selections in these would win them hands down.

So given how much i DISLIKED the offensively boring abomination “What love is”, and how PAINFULLY inevitable Uku’s victory in a decent Eesti Laul (um spoiler for NF corner?) seemed to be, It’s actually a shock I ended up liking Uku? But I do, lol and I’m not apologizing, sorry boos.

In fact, I was rooting for Uku to win EL as soon as I saw his performance in the semi. “The lucky one”, which suffered from Aggressive Autotune + Forgettable Melody (we need a name for this. I propose Roxen Syndrome?), is legit good live and harps back to the (admittedly better) “Pretty Little Liar”, and that’s good enough for me.

Of course, I am aware of the obvious ~*SOULLESS HIMBOT FROM THE DREAM FACTORY*~ label attached to this this entry (written by Uku and something called “Sharon Vaughn” are we certain this person isn’t just Kontopoulos in drag?), don’t worry. I rank him twentieth, not seventh.

Fortunately, Uku is a mandroid from the SAME sweatshop that gave us Lucie Jones a few years back - in other words omfg he’s barely functional. 😍 Droning robot turned incompetent DRAMA KING <333333 The amount of EFFORT that needs to be thrown in to keep a ~pretence of competence~ is the most tangible in the backing vocals, which trail Uku’s like a shadow and STILL his voicecracks come through at key intervals <3

😍😍😍😍😍

The pathos of Uku throwing in high votes he cannot sing and then his voice breaking over the strain each time, gets me, okay? He doesn’t need a crystal ball to show me, baby it’s clear that you don’t know him :SOB:. So dramatic, so inept, so unintetionally comedic, so Uku <3

In other news, this lockdown had better end soon because with each passing day I feel like I’m turning further into a cat lady.

ps: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYXNeYXUmEQ&loop=0 😍😍😍

NF Corner - Eesti Laul 2021

Finally a decent Eesti Laul, lol. I wish I could say it was good, but it had one of the weirdest semi split’s I’ve ever seen. EL’s first Semi was without exaggeration the WORST show in the entire season, and the second was a contender for the BEST one across all NFs???? I suppose EXTREME Evil and EXTREME Good balance each other out in blistering adequacy?

Anyway, I’ll now proceed to ignore Koit and Egert and Karl Killing and Hans and all the other bad (non-Linna/non-Kéa) entries from semi 1, and proceed to an NF Corner composed ENTIRELY of semi 2 songs :-)

Jüri Pootsmann - “Magus Melanhoolia”

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It was between Sissi and Jüri for the Token Superfinalist Contender slot on this list, and Jüri is infinitely more notable. Sorry, Sis ur time (to win Eesti Laul?) will come once you figure out to write good music :(

Anyway, what can I even say about Jüri because lmfao what a baffling entry. Registered BARITONE JÜRI POOTSMANN coming back with a an experimental lounge jazz song that is song almost entirely in falsetto. 😍 The camera angles <3 the fact that this already INCREDEBLY short song includes 10 seconds of Jüri standing on the stage looking bored <3 what a fucking baffling entry, I have no opinions, only exclamations of surprise.

REDEL - “Tarttu”

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I HAAAATED “Tarttu” on first listen. 😂😂😂😂 but seriously though, this is downright epic. The UNPLUGGED Meiekündimees MADNESS of it all, now condenced into a equally nonsensical song that is basically like “X is a wooden town but NONE OF THEM ARE AS WOODEN TOWNY AS TARTTU. *incoherent kazoo noises*” 😍😍😍 Once got the chorus stuck in my head at the zoo as I was watching the penguins getting fed and it was one of the most bizarre synesthesic experiences I’ve ever had lmfao <3

Gram-of-Fun - “Lost in a dance”

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If you’re wondering what the sort of music I listen to Eurovision is like - this is it. INCREDIBLY good and addictive and EMOTIONALLY tangible 80s New Wave is my fucking jam, can we have entries like this in EVERY selection from here on out? WELL DONE Kristel... on composing this wonderful song, less so on the Kazka-esque vocals that caused it to tragically NQ in the semi. 🙄 Still, BRING THEM BACK (and restrict Kristel to a songwriter only role, plz.)

Gram-of-Fun were my fave, but because they NQ’d somebody else had to fill their shoes in the finale. I’ll now reveal who it was

Kadri Voorand - “Energy”

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IT WAS HARD DECIDING BETWEEN SUURED TÜDRÜKUD AND KADRI THOUGH. But given that Charlotte Perelli is guaranteed to appear in Sweden’s NF corner (um is she? :counts on fingers: Clara, Evas, Dotter... ehh sure I’m committed now I guess), it would be best NOT to post Dagmar & Kaire as they fucking clown her lol <3 But their song WAS pretty antiquated schlager...

Kadri otoh... absolutely breaks all records for me by delivering a unicorn: an entertaining stripped-down piano ballad. For the most part because she has incredible emotional delivery that serves personality on a fucking pyrotechnical level, like onn-stop “Loudmouthed Oaf Energy” in the form of a introspective jazz ballad <3 Can you imagine Estonia actually picking this? They could have come left-handside.

But will Uku do well? :o

Predicted Journey - Estonia

He won’t come top 10, if that’s what you mean by “well”.😂 If you mean “qualify for the Grand Final” then... potentially? Semi 2 is less of a crapshoot than the first semifinal however. At this stage, it’s pretty much “okay, so these twelve acts can qualify... but which ten will?”.

Fortunately for Uku, he is one of aforementionned twelve possible qualifiers. (the others are: san marino, czech rep, greece, moldova, iceland, serbia, albania, bulgaria, finland, switzerland and denmark). UNfortunately for Uku, he’s one of the candidates for the two NQ slots inside that group of twelve.

The problem with Estonia is that their entry is a televote-friendly ballad, stuck in a really televote-UNfriendly slot (#02), in a semi where the jury vote will very likely put them outside the top 10. If we add in a dark stage and Uku’s shaky vocals, they don’t look particularly secure.

However, I also think Estonia can qualify relatively easily because “televote-friendly ballad” is a unique niche inside that semi; the other ballads (Switzerland is NOT a ballad), won’t be getting many votes and Uku’s appeal as a handsome man with a dramatic song will make him stand out in spite of his spot in the running order, as LONG AS his vocal delivery (or that of the prerecorded backing vocals) remains adequate enough. If not, he’ll be swiftly forgotten and NQ.

Another thing that can cause Uku to qualify is if at least two others of the twelve underwhelm (my money for that would be on Albania, Denmark, San Marino and/or Czech Rep), making Uku the lucky one as he’ll ascend in the ensuing powercreep.

At any rate, it’s really difficult to gauge how well Uku would do since I haven’t really thought about the other BL qualifiers’ odds enough. His televote should be strong enough to avoid bottom 3, I think, and I think it’s safe to say he won’t come top five. Between those values, pffffew, who can possibly tell? I’m not burning my fingers on that.

Projected placements > Qualifier Tier: Borderline > Semifinal: 6th-14th (out of 17) > Grand Final: 17th-22nd (out of 26)

THE RANKING

01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. ESTONIA - Uku Suviste - “The lucky one” 21. FINLAND - Blind Channel - “Dark side” 22. AZERBAIJAN - Efendi - “Mata Hari” 23. the NETHERLANDS - Jeangu Macrooy - “Birth of a new age” 24. CZECH REPUBLIC - Benny Christo - “Omaga” 25. DENMARK - Fyr og Flamme - “Øve os på hinanden” 26. SLOVENIA - Ana Soklič - “Amen” 27. SWITZERLAND - Gjon’s Tears - “Tout l’Univers” 28. ROMANIA - Roxen - “Amnesia” 29. SERBIA - Huricane - “Loco loco” 30. POLAND - Rafał - “The ride” 31. ISRAEL - Eden Alene - “Set me free” 32. GEORGIA - Tornike Kipiani - “You” 33. PORTUGAL - The Black Mamba - “Love is on my side” 34. SPAIN - Blas Cantó - “Voy a quedarme” 35. NORWAY - Tix - “Fallen Angel” 36. CYPRUS - Elena Tsagrinou - “El Diablo” 37. AUSTRIA - Vincent Bueno - “Amen” 38. NORTH MACEDONIA - Vasil - “Here I stand” 39. GERMANY - Jendrik - “I don’t feel hate”

#Eurovision #Eurovision 2021 #ESC2021 #ESC 2021 #Eurovision Song Contest #Estonia #Uku Suviste #The Lucky One

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Oikawa soulmate au shared pain

Request: 🌷 with oikawa please? - anonymous

Haikyuu is such a beautiful fandom to write for and the whole show makes me feel nostalgic of my own volleyball days *sniff* *sniff*. I hope you like it. Love yaa.💖💖💖

P.S. GOD THIS IS LONG! I got carried away and stretched it out more than intended. Sorryyyyyyy.

warnings: some angst, eventual fluff

It has always been the three of you. Iwaizumi, Oikawa and you. You went to the same middle school and later on high school, you and Oikawa lived in the same neighborhood and you even went on vacation together. You were inseparable. Attached to the hip. Being so close with someone has its benefits. You always have someone to rant to, a shoulder to cry on and they are always there to make you laugh. But this situation doesn’t lack its disadvantages. You get used to them, almost dependent of their presence and more often than not, even though they know you better than anyone, they tend to miss some signs.

That’s what had happened to you and those two. You had become dependent of one another. It was bound to happen at some point if you were being honest, you were expecting it. To say that you were in love with Tooru is an understatement. You two always had a special connection that you couldn’t place and he always confined in you and you in him. So developing feelings wasn’t a surprise. You have been stuck in this loop of pretend for about three years now, constantly wearing the mask of the caring best friend and not of the love struck fool that wanted the best for him.

And then the pain started. Iwa was the first to notice how you would sometimes limp after one of their matches and being the good friend that he is he pointed it out to you. You would just brush it off because you had a whining Tooru being overly dramatic for his knee pain and you were the only one who could get him to walk out of the gym. There were times when you had to convince Iwa to carry him because he ‘fainted’ and wouldn’t get up.

Iwa is an observant individual. He has seen how every time Tooru gets hurt you are in pain as well. It doesn’t take long to put two and two together. He rushed to you to share his discovery and of course you were ecstatic. Oikawa was your soulmate? The boy you were in love with already, is in reality your soulmate? The news had you in cloud 9. You were floating and you couldn’t wait to tell Tooru. To share this with him and start a new journey. Together but in a different sense this time.

You planned to tell him the very next day, you couldn’t wait. The day dragged on and on with, making it hard for you to hold the big news in until the end of the school day. You had been kinda avoiding him as much as you could because you knew that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself and blurt it out. At last the final bell rung and you sprinted out of the class, hastily making your way to the gym. You heard Tooru’s voice behind the building and went to greet him, only to be met by the image of him kissing someone else.

She was one of his fangirls, always present during his practices and matches and she even had went as far as to declare her ‘dips’ on Tooru a while back. Said you were in her way and that a lowly nobody wouldn’t get in the way of her dream boy. Looks like she succeeded after all. You could feel your heart break in your chest, a pain so sharp and intense you struggled to breath. That’s when you saw Tooru wince, grasping his shirt right over his heart a gasp leaving his lips as the pain became more and more unbearable. If he looked up he would see you. You knew that it would be awkward, you would be ruining the mood, but you wanted him to see you for some reason. A small revenge for the pain he was causing you right now.

“Oikawa-channnn!!! Practice is starti- Oh...” And the Oscar goes to Y/N L/N for the role of smiling through the pain, you thought as soon as the words left your lips. He looked at you wide eyed, his mouth falling open and then snapping shut as he tried to find the words. You gave him an awkward smile, hoping to mask the tears that were forming in your eyes and backed away, turning around and leaving.

Stupid stupid stupid! As if you were the girl he would fall for, that little voice screamed at you. Your chest was tightening again, knocking the breath out of your lungs a sob escaping your mouth as you clutched your heart trying to ease the pain. But you knew it wouldn’t work. Nothing could heal a heartbreak. Arriving home you went straight and took a shower, letting your tears run freely down your cheeks as severe sobs erupted through your chest. Walking to your room, you looked at your phone seeing some messages.

[Iwaizumzum]

How did it go? Am I third wheeling you two now?

[Me]

You don’t have to worry about that. I didn’t tell him

[Iwaizumzum]

What!? Why?! Is it bc you realized he’s dumb? I swear he’s gonna treat you like a queen and if he doesn’t I can always hit some sense into him!!!!

[Me]

He was ...busy with someone else when I found him

Iwa thank you for the concern but I don’t feel like talking about it so can we plz forget about it?!

[Iwaizumzum]

HE WHAT!?!? SHITTYKAWA GONNA CATCH THESE HANDS WHEN I SEE HIM!

[Me]

IWA I SAID NO!

And what do you mean when you see him? Don’t you have practice?

[Iwaizumzum]

Yeah we do... but he wasn’t feeling well and left

Go to sleep it might help

And call me if you need anything

I’m down for a 3 am snack run if you need it

[Me]

Thank you Iwa ttyl

Turning off your phone you lay back down on your bed, fresh tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Grabbing your fluffy blanket - a gift from your boys on Christmas- you made yourself into a burrito and the crying session began again. You couldn’t see to stop, the pain in your chest coming back to hit you like a truck while your sobs were filling the room. Why did it have to hurt so much? Why did you have to fall in love with him? Why did you have to walk in on him? Why why why won’t this pain leave you alone?

Lost in thought you didn’t hear the front door flying open or the pounding footsteps coming closer and closer to your room. Then your door opened and the person rushed to your bed, trying to untangle you from the blanket.

“I’m not in the mood. Leave me alone.” You didn’t know who it was. Maybe your mom or your sibling. God forbid it was your father; Tooru will be as good as dead if it was your dad. They were persistent, whoever it was, wrestiling for the blanket and trying to find your head. Sitting up with a start you yanked the blanket off you head. “I said I’m not in the moo- oh...Hi Tooru.”

He was in front of you, eyes frantic searching your face and cheeks a rosy red from the way here. Brown locks fell in his eyes and you had to hold yourself back from moving them out of the way. He had someone now, your actions had to be limited.

“The same applies to you too. I’m not in the mood so if you please le-”

“Please stop crying. I’m- I’m sorry it’s my fault, please don’t cry.” his voice cracked at the words tears of his own were starting to form in the corners of his eyes. He lunged at you, wrapping his arms around you frame bringing you flush against him, your slight trembles vibrating into his body. “I was stupid and scared. I should have waited a little longer. I should have been more patient. Please please don’t cry I hate it when you cry! A-and I hate myself for being the reason.” His arms tightened around you not letting you pull away as you had tried when he started talking.

You couldn’t hold your tears at this point and they were running freely down your cheeks, wetting his shirt. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, the pain intensifying fueled by both your own pain and Oikawa’s. His arms steadied you and you hated to admit that you like it. It felt so right. Two puzzle pieces falling into place. But he wasn’t yours. With all the strength you had you pushed him off.

“I-I’m not g-going to b-break you t-two up.” he started shaking his head, opening his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “You chose her and you can’t just throw her to the side because I’m crying! I had my chance all this time and I blew it! E-end of story.”

“It was nothing! I’m not with her she was just a- a distraction! Y/N please I want my soulmate by my side not some random girl!” he reached for you again this time grabbing your hands bringing your palms flat on his heart. “I want the girl I fell in love with.”

With that you broke down again but this time you were the one to latch on to him wrapping both arms and legs around him, locking him in place. Your crying didn’t stop but this time it was different. This time there was no excruciating pain in your chest. You felt lighter.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” he repeated over and over again, holding you as tight as possible afraid that if he didn’t you would disappear and he would be back in that dark corner of his mind.

He spent the night at your place, never fully taking his hands away from you. He called Iwa to apologize for missing practice and then he gave his undying attention to you, repeating those three words every chance he got. You were happy his was here. Happy that you finally have him. Happy the pain stopped. Happy that he’s the reason it stopped.

I love you

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2p-stuff-because-i-miss-them · 4 years

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2p Russia boyfriend headcanons?

Yay, I luv my toll long nose boi

Lets say Viktor was being a little too cautious

You met at in an alleyway

Not sure what business EITHER of you had there but boy was Viktor not enjoying the awkward slow walk you two were taking to approach each other

I mean all you had to do was cross paths but lets see-

In your eyes Viktor is a 6’10 man whose relatively fit but mostly just thicc in a black trench coat with bags under piercing (and menacing) red eyes walking to you ever so slowly without breaking eye contact

On the other hand Viktors just a tall awkward beanstalk slowly trying to analyze your next choice of movement because he would rather be struck by the hand of God than accidentally choose the same different path as you and be stuck in a never ending loop of “oh I’ll just go this way- I mean this way- okay I’ll go right you go left- nO NOT THAT LEFT-”

At this point you felt the need to make some fast decision making “I’ll just move over to the right” you thought

Unfortunately, so did he

You were like “Yeah I’m prolly abt to get kidnapped” so you turn around to take a longer way to wherever the hell you were going, and Viktor almost started dancing with glee that he didn’t have to make that awkward human interaction, and he’d never see you again

Incorrect, once again you both just kept seeing each other, everywhere and this is where the plot thickens because after seeing each other over and over (+Viktors silent intense staring) You both conclude: “Oh...I’m being stalked…”

Yikes

So you both naturally try to figure out the other person (ofc, brilliant) and see what they want from you both

After about a week of high anxiety and paranoia it was you who decided to confront Viktor first and he was shook to his core.

It was in a library that he always “follows” you into, and just as he was sitting down at a small table to possibly enjoy his coffee in peace (and of course observing the premises to see where you were watching him) you slammed your hands down on the table and dear lord-

Viktor was so shook that he almost just splashed that piping coffee in your face, and you weren’t necessarily expecting to be so aggressive but heh, here we are in the future-

And so began the confrontation, you started off with the ally way till now, threatened to call the police, all of that good stuff and by the end of it Viktor was just like OJo.

He sort of panicked because now he was confused you thought he was stalking you? How much time do you think he has to waste on some rando. (Viktor you literally just thought the same thing-). So you argued.

And argued,

And argued

Until you both finally realized that there was a huge misunderstanding and awkwardly uwu’d (uJu’d) apologies, nerds.

Viktor was about ready to leave and die from embarrassment however you decided to keep conversation. And you liked each others company, so you kept in touch

Viktor doesn’t really check his phone so you had to visit often. You guys bonded over semi unpopular topics every 3 weeks

then every week

Then every other day

Then maybe twice a day

After 1 month of feeling catching Viktor decided to wait an eternity (6 months) before asking you out just to make absolutely sure

And boy when you started dating weren’t you close as hecc.

He kind of immediately wanted you to move in but he also hated that idea with a fiery passion

Because on one hand he wants to take care of you and be able to share each other's lifestyle together. On the other hand you just started dating and what if you decide to break it off after the 1st week, but you're all in his house now E W.

It takes him like 2 months before he’s truly comfortable in the relationship, he knows theres supposed to be an element of mutual trust but he’s so a n x i o u s

He does the most adorable things around you.

He’ll be like cooking dinner in a cute pink apron

Or knitting a small hat for you

Or completely demolishing a gallon of vodka alone in his dark and cold room-

he's a gem cutter and jewelry maker so he’ll ask you to help him find precious stones and get your opinion on jewelry designs

He iCE SKATES AND BALLET DANCES PLZ GO TO HIS RECITALS AND SHOWS BECAUSE HE’LL NEVER TELL YOU ABT IT OTHER WISE

Be gentle with him because he gets defensive if someone so much as drops a hint of a passive aggressive attitude towards him

But he’s passive aggressive all the damn time I-

He’ll easily tell you if somethings wrong, there will be no hints, just “s t o p”

He doesn’t rlly know how to be super romantic but he loves doing it so much and he’s trying his damn best

^“Viktor…why is there crumpled up trash all over the ground?”

deafening silence

“Viktor-”

“They’re rose petals…”

“Vitya…..these aren’t rose petals….”

“I needed an alternative”

“Painting pieces of newspaper red was your best alternative?”

“Y e s”

“W h y”

He uses you as a pillow for most things, and refuses to seek an alternative

If you’re in his way he’ll roll you over or lift you lol

He’s definitely paying for all of your everything and anything you want IN REASON

Hell wear super short shorts when it gets too hot and you best be taking advantage over those long luxurious legs-

^ Viktor: What are you doing?....stop, LEAVE ME ALONE-

s/o: THICC audible smaccing

;)

He loves you lots plz take care of him

sorry this took so long anon I have many asks

#2p Russia #2p hetalia #2p! Russia #2p!hetalia #2p #2ptalia #2p headcanons

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mikroparadise · 4 years

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↠ Pairing: dom!Namjoon x brat!Reader

↠ Word Count: 1.7k+

↠ Genre/Rating: smut pure filth; 18+

↠ Warnings/Tags: spanking (with a hand and a belt); dom/sub; brattiness; slight exhibitionism; light degradation; light breath play; public sex; daddy kink; fingering; foul language

↠ A/N: @shadowsremedy I can not believe that I wrote this, but I hope you enjoy it! This was so damn hard to write, this is by far the filthiest shit I’ve ever written and I had to keep STOPPING to collect myself cuz it…..yeah. It’s….yeah lmao plz enjoy this filth.

This is for my 300 follower celebration! Send me a “Would You Rather” scenario!

You squinted in the darkness as you entered the theatre, popcorn and drink in hand, hoping you could make it back to your seat without tripping and busting your face. You scooched down the empty row of chairs toward the back of the theatre to your seat in the middle and sat down next to Namjoon.

“Did you not get me any popcorn?” Namjoon asked warily as he eyed the solitary small bag of popcorn in your hand.

“No,” you said bluntly, forcing back a smirk, knowing that you were about to royally piss him off. You’d been disobeying him all day and this was about to be your pièce de résistance.

“I asked you to get me popcorn.”

“No, you asked me to go get popcorn, you didn’t tell me it was for you.” You giggled.

“You’re really pushing it today,” he scoffed. “You’re not usually so bratty in public.”

“Yeah well I’m getting away with it though, so…” You shrugged and popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth, crunching down dramatically.

Namjoon shook his head in disbelief and smiled at you all smug. “Don’t think that I won’t make a scene in front of all these people.”

“There’s not even that many people in here, that’s not much of a risk if you ask me. Seems kind of weak if you ask me.” This time you couldn’t hold back the shit-eating grin that graced your features as Namjoon all but shot steam from his ears.

“You just wait and see, baby girl. Keep it up.”

The impending punishment made your panties wet. You hoped he wouldn’t go too easy on you, considering the fact that you obviously wanted him to make a scene. You just had to push him a little bit farther. The anticipation was killing you, and it made you absolutely giddy.

You sat in that giddy state for a while, just watching the movie with Namjoon. You didn’t even know what movie you were supposed to be watching, that was at the bottom of your priorities list. It seemed like an overall quiet film, no gunshots or explosions, though you seriously couldn’t pay attention for long enough to even know what the plot was and you couldn’t care less. You just lay in wait for the opportunity for the next act of disobedience.

About halfway through the movie (you assumed), Namjoon reached over you to grab your drink. You sat as still as a statue, not even daring to turn your head as you peered over at him through your peripheral, pursing your lips to hold back your impish grin.

Namjoon took a sip of your soda and almost immediately his face twisted up in disgust. “Is this Diet fucking Pepsi?” he asked in wild disbelief.

You snorted before you could stop yourself but quickly regained your composure. “Yes,” you lilted.

“Why on earth would you get Diet Pepsi?”

“‘Cause I know you hate it.” You snickered.

Namjoon chuckled. “I don’t think you understand how much trouble you’re in baby girl.”

“No I must not,” you retorted sarcastically.

“Can I at least have some of the popcorn that you neglected to get for me?”

“Sure.” You moved to hand him the bag of popcorn and purposefully spilled it all over his lap. “Oops,” you said with a pout.

His eyes widened in shock as he stared down at his lap covered in popcorn. “That’s it,” he said. “Get on your fucking knees, right now.”

You slunk out of your chair and onto your knees and looked at Namjoon expectantly.

“In front of me.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the patch of floor directly in front of him.

You obliged and sat back on your haunches waiting for his next order, your core practically throbbing at his commanding tone and piercing stare.

He pointed down at his lap and spread his legs wide so that you could fit in between them. “Clean it up.”

You began picking each popcorn kernel off his lap, but Namjoon grabbed you by the chin and brought your face closer to his, so close that his lips were barely a centimeter away from yours. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“With your mouth,” he commanded through gritted teeth before releasing your face.

You began eating the popcorn off of Namjoon’s lap, piece by piece. Occasionally you’d let your tongue drag along his length as you scooped a few kernels into your mouth, and you’d just barely hear Namjoon sigh through the sound of the movie that was still playing. When you were done you sat back on your haunches and waited for his next command.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now get back in your seat and bend over.”

You did as you were told, crawling back up into your seat and bending over so that you were across Namjoon’s lap.

He slowly rubbed his palm over the roundest part of your ass before rearing back his hand and smacking it back down. You let out a whine at the sensation, but Namjoon was quick to shush you.

“Be quiet, I’m trying to watch the movie.” He punctuated his point by spanking you again, but you choked back a sob of pleasure, so he spanked you again, harder. You refused to stay quiet this time though, openly moaning as the wave of bliss rippled up your body, and you looked up to see the other moviegoers looking around for the source of the noise.

Namjoon slipped his fingers between your legs and began massaging your core through your jeans, and you whimpered as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “If you don’t stay quiet I will make you scream so loud that they’ll hear you begging me to let you cum all the way in the lobby. You got that?”

You nodded your head fervently, but when Namjoon spanked you again you all but wailed in ecstasy.

“I’ve had enough of your shit. Get up.” Namjoon waited for you to sit back in your seat before standing and grabbing you by the wrist. “Let’s go.”

Namjoon dragged you out of the theatre and into the men’s restroom across the hall. The door slammed shut behind you and he immediately dragged you over to the counter and bent you over. You looked at Namjoon through the mirror and he was unbuckling his belt and sliding it through the loops. “Take off your pants.”

You reached down and unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs. Your panties must have been sopping wet, because they were clinging to your folds like a second skin.

“Look at you. So wet.” He used his belt to spank you, the leather against your skin making a loud thwack as you yelped and a fresh wave of arousal coated your panties. “Being so disobedient,” THWACK. “Trying to make me make a scene in public,” THWACK. “I bet you want someone to walk in right now and watch me punish you, don’t you, my sweet little slut,” THWACK.

Your sobs of ecstacy were out of control, your body was shaking wildly, you were in heaven.

“Answer me,” THWACK.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?” THWACK.

You gasped. “Yes daddy!”

“Good girl,” Namjoon cooed, using the tip of his belt to tickle the reddened skin of your ass.

You could barely breathe between your whimpering and whining, the sensation fluttering all the way up your spine and down your legs to the point that your knees wanted to give out on you.

Namjoon continued tickling your bare ass as he slipped your panties to the side and began rubbing slow circles around your clit. It was all so overwhelming that you wanted to jump out of your skin. You didn’t know what to do with all of the sensation, it was maddening.

Just then Namjoon plunged a finger into your sopping wet cunt, and then two, and curled them right into your most sensitive spot. A guttural moan ripped from your throat as he began pumping right into that spot over and over again. Your back was arching uncontrollably, and you were practically screaming in ecstacy as Namjoon began alternating between spanking you and tickling the area of impact with his belt.

Within a matter of minutes you could feel the coil ready to snap, and you knew that Namjoon knew that you were close. He slowed his rhythm to a torturously slow pace, and you became so frustrated that you almost wanted to cry.

“Do you want to cum?” he asked you expectantly.

“Yes, fuck!” you screamed.

“Beg for it.”

“Please daddy, let me cum!”

“Louder!” he demanded as he started picking up the pace again.

“Please, daddy! Please let me cum! I’m- fuck! I’m sorry for being so bad! Please, please let me cum!” you screamed.

“That’s a good little slut,” he murmured. He reached up and softly placed his hand around your throat, not enough to restrict your airway but enough to let you feel the thrill, and set a punishing pace with his fingers. “I want to hear you cum. Cum for me.”

The coil in your stomach snapped and euphoria shot through every nerve in your body as you keened and whined as loud as you could, your cunt spasming wildly around his fingers.

Namjoon slowly brought you down from your orgasm, and when you were breathing steady again, he licked his fingers clean of your juices and stood you up, turning you around so that you were facing him. He brushed through your hair with his fingers and cupped your face. “You okay baby?”

You took a shaky breath in through your nose and nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You smiled up at him.

“Good.” Namjoon stroked your cheek with his thumb softly before wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you in close for a tender kiss.

When you both pulled back he stared at you for a moment, his chocolate eyes soft and warm, before reaching down and pulling your jeans up for you and buttoning them. “Do you want to go finish the movie?” he asked as he began put his belt back through the loops of his pants.

“No,” you chortled, “I couldn’t even tell you who was in it if you asked me.”

As you left through the lobby, all eyes were on you. They’d definitely heard you, and that knowledge ensured you’d definitely be doing this again.

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liliah39 · 4 years

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Unforgettable (Roger Taylor x Reader Oneshot)

Warnings: None! Talk of sex, bad words, but really just loads of fluff.

Word count: 4K

Plot: This is based off of @yourlocalmusicalprostitute ‘s request which read “Plz give me bad-ass hard to tie down reader that Roger cant help but chase after cause he likes a challenge” which then inspired me to write this based off of the song Unforgettable by Nat King Cole, so give that a listen while reading. -C

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June, 1975

“Unforgettable, that’s what you are,”

The song played on a loop each time he saw you.

Each time he thought of you.

So basically every minute of every day.

But this time, sitting in the lounge of the bar in the early hours of the morning with his band mates, all of them too exhausted to get up and move from their show just hours before and a couple of days of partying, so the four of them just sat in the cushioned, velvet booth, silently enjoying their drinks. Roger had zoned off when he saw you leave with some guy you’d been talking to all night.

Again.

And now he was fantasizing, thinking of that song.

Your song.

He knew it was never going to happen; you were always onto the next thing, not an easy one to catch. But still, the thought of it was nice. Made him smile.

“Roger!” Freddie yelled, snapping a finger in his face as he was reeled back to reality.

“So… who’s got your mind this time?” Brian teased.

“Oh shove off guys,” Roger blushed.

“Who is she?” John egged on.

“ ‘C’mon, Roger.” Freddie started. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Who’s the lucky lady? There’s a new one every night?” His question send the other two into a spiral of laughter.

“It’s not like that,” Roger said, attempting to hide his blush.

“Then what’s it like, mate?” Brian pressed.

“It’s Y/N, okay?”

“Again?”

Roger nodded.

“God, Rog,” John added, “you bring her up like-“

“Yeah, every week, John. I know.” Roger sighed.

“Darling, you’ve got to say something soon. Why haven’t you? You’re desirable?” Freddie said.

“Because It’s Y/N. She’s… untouchable.”

“Um, you’re a rock star, Rog.” Brian said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I know, I know. But she’s rich, her daddy’s got money. She does what she wants, when she wants to.”

“But Darling, we’ve been friends with her since college. The two of you especially.” Freddie smiled.

“I know.”

“And she follows us around because you told he she could.”

“Because she wanted to,” Roger corrected. “And I wanted to see her all the time. But it’s been how long, three months now we’ve seen her go off with a different guy every night? And I’ve been that guy how many times?”

Silence.

“Exactly. None. It’s getting exhausting.”

“So, why don’t you just tell her how you feel, Roger? That’s what I did with Veronica, and you’ve got much more confidence than I ever will.” John admitted.

“I- I can’t. Not when it comes to her.” Roger sighed. “You know what guys, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna go back to my room.” He moped.

“Hey mate,” Brian said, grabbing his arm as he walked past him. “Just think; just two more weeks until the tour is over. Then you can get out of this funk.” He smiled sympathetically.

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As Roger boarded the elevator, he couldn’t help but think of you. Think that you were in the same building, on the same floor his room was on.

It drove him crazy.

As he walked down the hall to his room, he stopped for a moment, gazing down one door and across the hall to your room, considering knocking; catching you in the middle of the act with the bloke who you’d been seducing all night in efforts to take a hit at your reigning ego, but in retrospect, what would it all be for? To improve his own state of mind?

With a groan of frustration he un-locked his door and stripped to his boxers, shutting off the lights and flopping onto his bed.

In the darkness, his mind wandered as he found himself too hopelessly enamored with you to fall asleep. He wasn’t one to fall head over heels for someone, it was usually quite the opposite. Girls always fell head over heels for him, all except for one girl.

You.

It drove him mad, but some part of him couldn’t get himself to stop chasing you. To stop saying yes to everything you asked for. Maybe he liked the chase, the fact that you didn’t want him made him want you more.

Or did you want him?

At this point, he wasn’t sure anymore. It was all so confusing. Every morning, Roger woke up to a knock at the door, you, in your 1920’s night robe, coming to give him a back massage. It made every day worth getting out of bed. The ‘20’s robe suited you; you always had given off a sort of modern day flapper vibe, you know, hard to tie down, just looking to have fun, pretty, naive but seductive. All of it.

The back massages confused Roger, it was like you were his in the morning, but at night you were a free bird, trying to catch another new breath of wind for the night, yet in the mornings you always came back. Maybe that was why he also had so many one night stands, to mimic you. Show that he was just as free willed. Or maybe it was to forget you, to prove to himself that he could move on from you.

But he never could.

In all honesty, he hated one night stands. The king of one night stands hated them, all because he only had one girl on his mind.

His mind couldn’t help but drift to the image of you as he groaned in disbelief of his unfortunate position. There wasn’t one thing he could think of that he disliked about you. He loved your body; had been craving it for years now. Your face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on, your hair like perfectly spun silk, always effortlessly framing your face. He loved the way you dressed, it looked vintage, and classy, yet undoubtedly sexy. You knew what you were doing with your sheer tops and skirts that were custom hemmed almost too short. The only way he could think to describe your style was classy (but not too classy) rocker.

He glanced at the alarm clock, realizing he’d been fantasizing about you for a full hour without any glimpse of sleep in his near future, so he got out of bed and put on a pair of pants and decided to go for a walk.

When he opened the door to his room, he glanced down the hallway toward yours, realizing the door was left open, immediately worried for your well being, so he rushed over, and didn’t see anyone in the main foyer of your room, so walked in. He walked into the bedroom, mind panicking as he saw no trace of you and noticed there was no light on in the bathroom, until he felt a burst of wind, jumping from the ruffle of the large white curtain which covered the sliding glass door. He turned to the balcony to see your silhouette leaning against the railing in your sheer, 1920’s robe, figure completely illuminated by the moonlight as the wind blew your hair back. He stepped closer, knocking at the glass door to announce his presence, which made you jump in surprise, eyes immediately flicking open.

“Sorry, Love. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, walking on the balcony as you pulled him into a tight embrace.

You let out a breath of relief that it was just your friend, his sudden appearance knocking you out of your trance like state. “Thank god it’s you,” you smiled. “I was just enjoying the night. Come with me.” You said, grabbing his hand as you pulled him to the edge of the balcony.

Then, as you turned, he felt something small and hard brush his chest and looked down, the moonlight illuminating your breasts as you turned. You didn’t have anything on underneath your robe.

Anything.

Not even panties.

His breath hitched in his throat; he’d never seen you nude before. You always had a nightgown on when you’d come to his room in the morning.

“What are you doing up so late, Roger?” You asked as you looked at him. Your words snapped him from his trance as you admired his moonlit beauty.

“Oh, uh- just couldn’t sleep.” He tried to avoid to keep his hungry eyes off you, yet couldn’t help himself. “Say, why was your door wide open? I shut it behind me.”

“Oh,” you said, letting out an airy laugh. “I was bored. Just wanted to see who’d come in. I didn’t think anyone would, yet sure enough, look who came. Guess I was kind of hoping you would.” You laughed.

You hoped he would?

“Well, you shouldn’t leave the door open like that, Y/N,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s dangerous, Love. If something happened to you while on tour I think your dad would have my head.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You smiled. “I’ll be more careful next time, promise.” you said, creeping on your tip toes to peck a kiss on his cheek, breasts bouncing as you feel back down.

“You said you hoped it was me, Y/N. Why?”

“Been wanting to talk to you. You seem like you always have something on your mind, it’s like you don’t want to be around me anymore. What’s up with you?”

Wow, you couldn’t be more wrong, he thought.

“Oh, course I wanna be around you, Y/N. Think I’m just sad that the tour is ending.” He lied, thankful that it seemed believable. You seemed to accept his answer, but tentatively. You could still tell there was something up with him, but decided not to press; leaving the two of you in silence as you appreciated the beauty of the night.

“Oh.” You said with a simple pucker of your lips as you shaded your eyes from him. You could tell it was something more. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment. “Then why don’t you look at me? Why do you shy away from me? Avoid me? It’s like you don’t even want to think about me anymore, Roger.”

“Believe me, Y/N, I think about you all the time.” he muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he blushed.

“No, say what you said again. I’ve gotta make sure I heard you correctly.”

He let out a breath of air, “I said I think about you all the time, Y/N.”

“Then what’s with you?”

“What’s with me?” He scoffed. “I’m not the one taking a different guy to my room every night, I think I should be asking you the same question, Love.”

“That’s what this is about?” His look away from you seemed to confirm your question, so you continued. “I kept going, you know, bringing more and more guys back with me because I thought you didn’t care. Wanted to catch your attention.” You admitted.

“You what?”

You nodded your head. “I didn’t even do anything with the guy I left with tonight; most of the time I never actually do. Just make sure you see me leave with someone. ‘Course I’ve had a couple of one night stands throughout the tour, but not nearly as many as you have. Guess I figured I’d just keep leaving with guys until you noticed.”

“Let me get this straight. You’ve been faking having one night stands every night just to try to get my attention?”

You nodded with a giggle, “Guess it didn’t work very well.”

“Why me, Y/N?”

“I’ve liked you for quite some time now, Rog. Just didn’t know how to tell you, so I guess I tried to make you jealous instead?” You tentatively admitted earning a groan from Roger as he rested his elbows on the railing, fingers brushing through his hair as he hung his head in his hands.

“You must be joking,”

You shook your head.

“Do you realize I’m absolutely fucking mad about you?”

“You are?!?”

“Oh my god,” he muttered. “I’ve been avoiding you because I thought you were happy with your one night stands every night and just couldn’t handle it anymore. Now it turns out your one night stands aren’t even one night stands, and I-”

You cut him off with a kiss, shocking him slightly until he ultimately softened into it, the two of you making out on the deck as you each learned of your new found love for one another.

“It’s about time this happened,” you smiled when you both pulled away for a second. You’d never seen him smiling bigger as he pulled away for a moment.

“You can say that again,” he smiled back as he brought a hand up to your jaw, his other hand roaming along your body. Your arms settled around his neck as he scooped you into his arms and carried you inside to the bed, your robe falling open. He looked down with a satisfied smile, his eyes looking up at you lovingly. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Love.”

“Then don’t.” You smiled, connecting your lips with his once more.

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As the tour came to an end, you and Roger grew closer, his arm subtly sneaking around your waist at the after parties, the two of you gazing across the bar to one another silently signaling you were ready to go back to one of your rooms for the night. There weren’t many nights you didn’t sleep together, but there were some.

Some that you left with other guys very early in the night, but you’d always come back to the bar and get Roger in a couple hours. It confused him; what did that mean for the two of you? Did that mean that you weren’t exclusive? And what would you do with those guys? What was their purpose? Roger never explicitly asked you; simply just happy that he now could spend time with you romantically, but it confused and slightly upset him nonetheless.

The week following the conclusion of the tour left the two of you out of contact; Roger assuming that his shot with you was over, until one day an envelope addressed to him with your name on it came to his house. It was an invitation to a Roaring ‘20’s themed party, one he knew would be just as grandiose as those which Freddie threw ever so often. He had a week to decide if he’d be going, and though a part of him wanted to call you immediately and say he’d be there, something held him back.

Jealousy.

Jealousy because he thought you were deciding to keep your romantic life open.

A couple hours later while Roger was still overly contemplating the invitation to your party, he was pleasantly surprised to receive a call from his good friend and band mate Freddie.

“Hello, Darling.”

“Hi, Fred.”

“What’re you wearing Saturday?”

Roger stuttered to find an answer to his friends’ abrupt question.

“You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Well,” he trailed off.

“Roger,” Freddie scolded, “you must!”

“But I’m afraid she’s seeing other guys; that we have an open relationship. I just don’t want to put myself through all that again. I’ve been chasing her for too long.”

“Well you’ll never know if you don’t go, now will you Roger?”

Roger paused a moment before responding, knowing Freddie was right, but partially just not wanting to admit it.

“Yeah; I guess so.”

“That’s my Roger. Now get your fucking confidence up, Darling and get your girl!”

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Though partially due to Freddie’s everlasting perseverance, Roger did end up deciding to go to your party on Friday. All four of Queen’s men arrived in a limo to your mansion together, the party already bustling outdoors, completely assuming the appearance of an authentic Gatsby party. Roger’s suit looked authentic to the time period, only helping to further accentuate his natural beauty. As they all walked in together, they were handed glasses of champagne and ushered into the large ballroom where the party was being hosted, Roger eagerly looking for you, but not being able to locate you in the ever growing sea of people.

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You purposely waited to make your debut until all of Queen had gotten to your party, partially so you could have your true, authentic friends to surround yourself with instead of having to make fake conversation with people you only half knew, but you also wanted to be able to make a grand entrance to impress Roger. You’d admit it; you liked to have fun, but in the last week you’d missed Roger being at your side, and decided you were ready to take a step forward in your relationship.

You looked down at your outfit once more and took a glance in the mirror, slightly adjusting your necklace before sending a butler down to the Jazz band to have them start their music for your introduction. You had a blush pink silk gown custom made just for the event which you paired with a huge, extremely glamorous and 1920’s themed pink feather shawl, pink silk gloves of the same material as your dress, a large diamond ring and a thick diamond collar. You heard the introduction start as you stepped out onto the stairs, grabbing a microphone to talk to your guests as you cascaded down the stairs.

“Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for coming! I’ve been on tour with the boys, and I missed you all so much that I just had to throw a party!” Everyone cheered. “Now Darlings, Darlings,” you laughed, “all the drinks are on me tonight, so everyone grab a flute of champagne, and let’s get fucking wasted!” You screamed, raising your opposite hand of champagne in the air as everyone hooted and hollered, a DJ taking over the music.

As you reached the base of the stairs, you felt an arm grab your wrist, turning to find Roger surrounded by his band mates.

“Hello, boys”! You smiled, pulling them in for a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you all could make it!” The other three made small talk with you, but Roger just stood there awkwardly, still holding onto your wrist as he stumbled to find words to say to you.

“Did you, um, want to say something, Rog?”

“Oh, yeah,” he stuttered, snapping back to reality and awkwardly removing his hand from your wrist, instead using it to pretend to fix his suit jacket. The your of you looked at him expectantly, Brian shoving him in his shoulder in efforts to push the words out of him. “I, uh, just wanted tell you that you look freat- uh I mean grantastic, uh,” he sighed as he shook his head in disbelief at his awkwardness around you.

Freddie looked at him in disbelief as Deaky raised his hand to his mouth to try to conceal his laughter. Brian looked between the two of you in efforts of mending his friends dignity a tad. “Y/N,”Brian chuckled, “I think he meant to say you look fantastic, right, Roger?”

Roger nodded in response as he tried to avoid your glistening eyes.

“Well thanks, Rog.” You smiled. “All of you look fantastic as well. I’ve gotta go say hi to more guests, but I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You winked as you floated off into the sea of people, the three of them glaring at Roger with wide eyes.

“I know, I know! I can’t believe how much of an idiot I just was either.” He sighed.

“Darling, you’ve gotta stop with all this insecure bullshit!” Freddie said with a drink of champagne. “Be the Roger Taylor you are in the magazines, the Roger Taylor you are with every single other girl. She’ll have no chance at resisting you then, Dear.”

“I must say though,” Deaky added, “I’m usually the awkward one with girls, so seeing you be awkward with a girl is quite rewarding, I must admit.”

“Oh shove off. Fred, that’s the thing though, I can’t be like I am with other girls with her. I try, and then I make a fool out of myself. You saw what just happened!”

“Then what is it, Rog?” Brian interjected. “Is she different because she’s the first one you actually had feelings for.”

“Somethin’ like that. Yeah.”

“She has feelings for you too, mate. You’ve got this. We’re gonna help, and you’ll have her by the end of the night.”

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After some slight planning and a couple of beers, the boys split up to unfold their plan. Roger stood at the edge of the bar, concealing a microphone in his jacket as he watched Freddie and Brian talk to you on the other side of the room. John paid the DJ to stop playing for a little bit and requested that the jazz band played a song for Roger to make his move.

Roger’s song to you.

As Roger took a deep breath, he saw John wink at him; the band starting the first chord of the introduction to the song, giving him ample time to speak.

He clicked on the microphone.

This is it.

“Y/N, Love,” he said, silencing the crowd. Everyone separated to watch the two of you, creating a clear pathway from him to you as Freddie pushed your forward. “I think I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now, and just can’t shake it, no matter how hard I try. So, I’d like to ask you to share this dance with me, Sweetheart, because ever since I met you all those years ago, this has always been the song that makes me think of you.” The crowd awed as the two of you joined in the center of the floor, the singer starring perfectly on cue.

“Unforgettable

That's what you are

Unforgettable

Tho' near or far”

“Roger,” you blushed. “This is so perfect.”

And it all was, you looked like a dream. He’d never been so awe stricken in his life.

“It’s true, Love. You’re completely unforgettable.”

“Like a song of love that clings to me

How the thought of you does things to me

Never before has someone been more

Unforgettable in every way”

The two of you swept across the dance floor effortlessly; a childlike smile never leaving your faces. Roger softly sang the lyrics in your ear, his strong meaning behind them prevalent.

“I didn’t know you were such a softie, Roger.” You giggled.

“Only for you, Love.”

“I think I like this side of you,” you smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“And forever more, that's how you'll stay

That's why darling it's incredible

That someone so unforgettable

Thinks that I am unforgettable too”

The song slowed to an end as the two of you stopped dancing in the centre of the floor. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, foreheads touching. Roger froze, unsure of how you felt.

Unsure of what to do next.

“That song is very true, Rog.” You whispered.

“Huh?”

“I think you’re unforgettable, too.” You smiled.

“So does that mean, you know?” He blushed.

“That I’m your girlfriend?”

He nodded.

“I thought you’d never ask.” you smirked, pressing your lips to his, the kiss passionate, yet full of love. The crowd roared in cheers for the two of you as Roger dipped you, the two of you giggling.

“I love you, Rog,” you said as he lifted you back up.

“I’ve waited to hear you say that for too long.” He sighed, rubbing his nose with yours and making you giggle.

“Well, now I’m all yours.” You said as you brought your lips to his once more.

This moment was to be one of many unforgettable ones to come with Roger, and even five years later on your wedding night, you recreated this very moment, dancing to the same exact song, making that unforgettable too.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This one makes me so soft. I love it. Keep sending in one shot requests! I’ll answer them all! As Always, Please excuse typos. Thanks for reading! -C

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