#this turned out so gorgeous & romantic 😍
Text
valentines
tom blyth x kpopidol!fem!reader
fc: jennie kim of blackpink
part two to english love affair
notes: and i’m back! you must’ve feared i’d never post again but i’m more inspired than ever. thank you for someone suggesting a valentines post, and for once im early. most posts will be coming from me soon!
please request, send me anons, talk to me, suggestions and what not. i do soc med aus and also written blurbs and have plans for stories about tom and his characters. ♥️
hope you enjoy! again please like, follow, share, and most especially reblog with your lovely comments to reach more and send me feedback/comments on anything.
divider by @cafekitsune
yourusername
liked by hunterschafer and 5,009,656 likes
happy valentines to my heart of heart, the soul of my soul, my best friend, the light of my life and more. my life has never been the same since you’ve been it, and i wouldn’t want it any other way. i love you @/tomblyth
user145 THEYRE SO CUTE
randomuser8 oh i’m so single 🤒
tomblyth i love you too, my sweet 🩷
↪️ yourusername i love you so much
↪️ tomholland2013 oh get a room guys 🙄
↪️ yourusername @/zendaya go get your man please
↪️ zendaya 🚶♀️🚶♀️🚶♀️i don’t know what you mean
↪️ tomholland2013 HEY! 😭😭
jessicalxander dream couple!
hallebailey you guys are so perfect together
tayrussell send the wedding invites please 🙏
↪️ user7 HUH?
↪️ ynfan she’s playing we know y/n and tom are so busy to even think of it lol
tomblyth
liked by alexademie and 2.8m others
my siren, my muse. as another valentines rolls in, i never wish to take this for granted as another milestone simply and enjoy everyday i’ve had with you, my angel. my brilliant, talented, gorgeous, intelligent girl. i love you @/yourusername
jenaissante treating my girl right as you should 😌
↪️ yourusername love youu girlie pop 🫂
↪️ ynfan6 tom found dead in a ditch who?
user197 aww him following her in the studios to watch her produce so cute
johnnyjsuh and when are we getting that solo song y/n? 🤨
↪️onyourm__ark yeah @/yourusername where’s all that studio time going
↪️ yourusername trust it’s coming soon 🙏🙏
↪️ user67 she said this last time i hate ___ entertainment 😭
username9 she’s so pretty i wish to be like her when i grew up
antifan8 get this ugly off tom’s profile
↪️ tomblyth you have no right to insult my girlfriend like that. get out my page otherwise.
↪️ randomuser5 tom defending his girl as he should
user77 nobody send a truck in front her company she ain’t leaving her man
liked by yourusername
yourusername
liked by tomblyth and others
oh how i love love.
usernamehere her apron is so cute does anyone know where it’s from?
↪️ random8 probably couture or something at this point or goop lol
↪️ user7 probably my mom made this
↪️ ynfan725 who’s momma?
↪️ user7 that’s the brand 😭
↪️ ynfan725 oh my bad ignore me lol 😅
user86 she’s so spoiled by him and he in turn manifesting this for me
random9 me next year
user7775 that cake must be so good and easy to make
↪️ fan721 i’m a pastry chef and make these and they ain’t easy lol
kpopfan421 ynnie what’s the name of your bear?
↪️ yourusername not sure 🤔 any suggestions?
↪️ user8 how about tommy!
↪️ yourusername lets go with that 😁
tomblyth
liked by mayahawke and 7.8m others
ynfan856 oh y/n you are so loved
random1002 the daily love notes in the mirror and countdown oh i’m sick
melissabarrera 🩷
oliviarodrigo how romantic!
rachelzegler putting in the effort blyth!
↪️ tomblyth anything for my girl
↪️ rachelzegler ofc because i’d steal her from you if you don’t 😝
austinbutler great job man
yourusername
liked by taylorswift and 10.5m likes
so grateful, i’m speechless.
alexconsani OKAY GIRLL GET THE BAG
↪️ yourusername learned from you sis 😍
user86 this has to be the most liked post on ig in a while
kpopfan454 do they have this on amazon lol
↪️ user1111 you checked craigslist or something i’ve given up 😭😭
random723 oh he has to be rich rich to give her that
↪️ user913 GOOD FOR HER!
hunterschafer you deserve this and more my angel
↪️ yourusername love you so much hunty im going to cry
#tom blyth x you#tom blyth fanfiction#tom blyth social media au#tom blyth imagine#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus x you#send me stuff#tom blyth smut#billy the kid x reader#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus x reader#social media au#soc med aus#sm aus
175 notes
·
View notes
Note
Let's play Serve fuck or marry. Your options are Aaron Taylor Johnson, Maluma, and Shawn Mendes
13 / 02 / 2024
ASK ANSWERED
I see you were inspired by this black and white pictures with them in underwears 🥵
I would obviously love to have sex, marry and serve all these living gods, but i can't do all with all of them so here what my answers are
SERVE 💚 SHAWN MENDES
He is gorgeous and talented but i described Shawn Mendes as an arrogant master so i think it would be amazing to worship him.
I explained here why i am attracted to him :
Stories i have written about Shawn Mendes :
This one takes place during Valentine's Day 🌹so since it's tomorrow, you can read it 🌷:
FUCK 💗 MALUMA
Maluma is very sexy, tall and smiling, but tatoos turns me off so i would like to have sex with him, but only once or twice. I would like Maluma to fuck me with his huge cock, squash me with his butt, suffocate me with it, make me worship his long feet, forces me to inhale his sweaty armpits.... And kiss him!!!
MARRY 💙 AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON
To me he is the most handsome, because even though the two others are sexier, Aaron Taylor-Johnson seems more kind and would be a better boyfriend. I love how tall he is, so muscled and i love his hairs too 😍
I can't wait to see him as Kraven the Hunter.
I imagine Aaron Taylor-Johnson as someone protective and dominant, kind but cocky.
That's how i described him in the story about him, one of my best and my favorite I've ever done. Don't hesitate to read it, it's romantical and at the same time there is humiliations...
@malumahotdirtyboy @shawnmendesicons @shawnmendesupdates @malumadaily @aarontaylorsjohnson-blog @malumaass @shawnscozycorner @malumaiconico @aarontaylorjohnsonfans @lovefanfiction01 @rainykpoptravelcreator @gayhopefullove @leftprogrammingroadtripdean @innerpiratefun
#Shawn Mendes#Maluma#Aaron Taylor Johnson#Aaron Taylor-Johnson#Serve Fuck Marry#Ask#Question#Ask answered#Game#Jeu#Post personnel#Personal post
10 notes
·
View notes
Note
In an atmosphere of celebration 🥳 Congratulations on the 300
How about Kempe and reader celebrating a dating anniversary? Very romantic! Lots of affection, slow dances... candles 😍
The Way You Look Tonight with Adrian Kempe
A/N: First, Thank you so much!!! Second, you're speaking my language :) But I think you already know that! I went with a wedding anniversary because I wanted it to be so extra! And that is first wedding anniversary category.
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Boob grabbing, so fluffy you’re gonna die.
Adrian Kempe has never been one to skimp.
And tonight, on your first wedding anniversary, is no different.
You just arrived back in L.A. to get settled before the season after visiting both of your families.
After you finished lunch this afternoon, Adrian immediately sent you off to the salon so you could get your highlights and color retouched along with a quick trim. He surprised you with manicure and pedicure appointments at the same time, followed by full hair and make up. When you returned home, you were disappointed to find he was nowhere to be found. Instead, a gorgeous bouquet of deep, red roses with hints of baby breath sat on your counter. A note in his scratchy writing is resting with a corner under the vase.
A year ago today, we made the best decisions of our lives. Thank you for choosing me, beautiful girl. Happy first anniversary. Jag alsker dig.
P.S. Go upstairs. More fun awaits you.
You lean in, savoring the sweet smell of the roses before giddily bounding up the stairs. There, you find a black garment bag along with two Cartier boxes. You bite your lip, grabbing the smaller of the two and popping it open. Gorgeous pearl earrings greet you. They are reminiscent of your grandmother's that you wore for your wedding last year. The other box has a dainty necklace with yours and Adrian's initials lined along the swoop of the chain. A note from him says more initials can be added as your family grows with a wink.
The jewelry is stunning, but the black, beaded, A line dress really gets your butterflies swirling. It's paired with gorgeous ombre red to black, open toe Louboutin heels. You start to get a little sweaty at the price tag of all these items. You're not sure your gift for him of an engraved Rolex is enough.
With your hair and make up already done by the professionals, you slip into the outfit he arranged for you. You’re pulling up your phone to text him when his picture appears on the screen with a phone call.
“Babe, where are you?” You whine immediately. He chuckles.
“You’ll see soon. A car is coming to pick you up. Get in it and I’ll see you soon.”
“Oooo kidnapping! I like it.”
“What? No.” He laughs. “But the driver is named Jason. Check that before you get in.”
Jason does indeed pick you up in front of your condo ten minutes later. You chat while threading through California traffic. Eventually, you get to the beach. The sun is starting to set over the ocean, finding an angle that releases the relentless, summer heat. You’re dropped off in front of an expensive seafood restaurant with gorgeous ocean views. Their patio is usually stacked, but tonight it’s set only for two.
You slowly walk in. The indoor part of the restaurant is busy.
“Hi, I’m meeting Adrian Kempe.” The host eyes sparkle excitedly.
“Mrs. Kempe! We have been waiting for you.”
“Oh great.”
She leads you outside to where one table is set up. Adrian is out there, leaning against the railing overlooking the beach. He turns when he hears the door, grinning at you and only you. His hair is pulled back into a bun, just how you like it. He’s wearing a white, t-shirt button down, leaving his tattoos exposed for you to run your fingers along after a few glasses of wine.
“You look just as beautiful as a year ago.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips. “Hi. I missed you all day.” He holds your hand as he admires the outfit he picked for you. It looks better than he could have dreamed on your curves.
“Me too. You’re the one who sent me away.” You remind him. Your hands grip the muscles of his back as you sway together for a moment. His lips rest against your head, breathing in the scent of your hair products.
“Was it worth it?”
“Yes. It was amazing. Thank you.”
“Good. You deserve all of that and more.” He leans away to grab you a glass of champagne. You take a small sip after a clink of your glasses in a cheers. “To us. Forever.”
“Forever.” You agree, tilting your face up for another soft kiss. His hand at the small of your back presses you deeper. You lose a bit of your footing with his insistence of pressing you deeper into him.
“Sorry.” He murmurs. “Want you closer than that.”
“Am I going to have to sit on your lap during dinner?”
“Yeah and feed me like a baby bird.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek.
After you both finish your first glass of champagne, you grab another then sit down to start munching on your meal. You start with oysters and shrimp ceviche then move into a light salad with butter lettuce and a lemony dressing. You two take turns feeding bites from each others forks, leaning shoulders into each other and stealing kisses as the waiter takes your starter plates away.
“Thank you.” You murmur, then kiss your husband’s lips again. The privacy on the balcony along with the champagne is making you fee loose. “I hope we can recreate other parts of this night together.”
“There is more at home when we are done.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Champagne… candles… bubbles in a bath tub… chocolate covered strawberries….” He nibbles on the side of your throat as he says that. You let your head fall towards his, gripping his necklace under his shirt for some grounding. He’s recreating your honeymoon too and you hope what happened in that bed then repeats tonight.
Another glass of champagne is gone. Multiple courses begin to filter to the table including pasta, sushi rolls, crispy okra, and a ribeye with a decadent truffle butter sauce. You share everything, but are both too full to consider any dessert.
“I have something sweet at home for when we want it.” He assures you when you feel guilty about saying no to chocolate gelato. “How about another glass of champagne though?”
“Yes!” You wiggle against him as he pours you both another round.
A recognizable, soft jazz beat begins to play in the outdoor speakers.
Some day, when I’m awfully low… when the world is cold… I will feel a glow just thinking of you.
Your gaze meets his and you feel yourself tear up, remembering the soft steps of your first dance. It was such a hectic night, but all the noise faded when this song played. Adrian had held you so close, lips on your ear the whole time, signing the lyrics to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Dance with me?” He murmurs, kissing along your knuckles hanging off his shoulder. His lips hover on the large wedding rings he gave to you. Their imprint stays in his lips for an additional moment when he pulls away.
“I would love to.” You set your glass on the table and let him lead you to an open area of the patio. He pulls you flush with him, just like he did a year ago, whispering into your ear how incredibly beautiful you are. Then he sings along with Michael Bublé.
“Lovely, never ever change. Keep that breathless charm, won’t you please arrange it? Cause I love you. Just the way you look tonight.” His European accent muddles the words a bit as he sings, making you fall for him again. You pull away, eyebrows pulled low in tender love for your sweet man.
"Baby." You murmur into his neck. "This is too much. I didn't get-“
"You are worth all of this. I'm so happy. Our life together is better than I could have imagined it being even on our wedding day. I want to spoil you."
“You have. This was all so unexpected and so sweet. I love you.”
“I love you too. Happy anniversary.”
The first pop of fireworks surprises you as they fly off from the beach into the ocean. Adrian hugs you tighter so you know you are safe against his chest. You tilt your head up to the sky, watching the next one burst in gold across the inky, black sky.
“Oh my god!” You exclaim. At your wedding, you had wanted to have fireworks, but the dry weather conditions made it a last minute cancellation from the venue. “You got me our fireworks.” Adrian had tried so hard to get them to reconsider because he knew how much you wanted them with sparklers for your guests.
“I told you I would. Sorry they are a year late.”
“No, it’s perfect.” You admit as he transitions behind you, pressing your back to his front so you can watch together. Both your hands fold together over your stomach, admiring the glittering booms he arranged just for you.
It’s late when you get home. But you two are not tired. There is a glow coming from under your bedroom door as you walk down the hall with him. He pushes the door open from behind you, showing you an oasis of candles, soft music, rose petals complimented by a chilled bottle of champagne on the nightstand.
“I should carry you over the threshold. We never did that last year.”
“Yeah you were too desperate.”
“Me? You were too.” He laughs, swooping you up. “You ripped the buttons off my shirt.” He brings you into the room.
“Still not sorry about it either.” He sets you down on your feet and you look back at him as he unzips your dress.
“Who is breaking into our house and doing these things for us?”
“Don’t worry about it. They’re gone.” He murmurs against your shoulder. He unhooks your small straps from your shoulders, letting the whole dress pool down at your feet. A groan sounds at the sight of your lacy butt cheeks pressing against his zipper. You rub your booty into him more, creating a hardening there. He reaches up to cup your bare breasts, holding them and stroking their tips into hard peaks. You melt into him.
“Bath?”
“Mhm.” You nod. He leads you forward, wanting to feel you brushing against his lap with each step.
You begin to strip him down in the bathroom. His shirt falls to the floor. You lean forward to kiss along his chest to his shoulder where you sink your teeth into him playfully. He chuckles, showing his straight teeth as you work on his belt next. His bottoms fall to the floor as his fingers hook in your panties, working them down your legs. He kisses his way back up your body, then offers you his hand to step into the tub. You both sink in, skin buzzing from the warmth and the night. You both want each other, desperately, but it’s going to be so worth the little bit of wait.
“I have one last surprise for you.” He says as smooths bubbles across your arm. He points to his tattoo sleeve. Nestled inside the ripples of roses on his right bicep is your first name with his last, the infinity symbol, and the date of your anniversary. You run your finger tips over it, feeling the raised lines of the fresh ink.
“Babe. I love that. And you more than I can put into words right now. Tonight has been… unbelievable.” You sigh, leaning further back. “How is this all real? How are you real?”
“I constantly want to pinch myself that you’re mine.” He whispers. “So many times you could have left. This is not an easy life you have chosen.”
“No, but you make it easy.” You answer honestly. “If this was with anyone else, it would be so hard. But we have an amazing relationship. One I thought only existed in teen fairytales. I’m proud of us. I know we can handle anything as long as it is me and you.”
“Now to start planning next year….”
“Oh my god.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought.
“Maybe no champagne tho…” He trails off. You turn to look at him, knowing this man aches for his baby in you.
“I would be okay with that.” You admit. He grins, leaning forward to seal the deal with a kiss.
#Adrian Kempe#Adrian Kempe x reader#Adrian Kempe fic#hockey writing#my writing#writing request#los angeles kings#nhl fan fiction
24 notes
·
View notes
Note
Lunaaaaaa...
How are you???
This post of yours made me so excited. Okay.
So picture this: we decide to have a charming little picnic in the woods, armed with our own picnic blankets because apparently, Al Haitham has this plan of "personal space." Yeah, okay buddy, I get it—two blankets, double the comfort! But lo and behold, the dude ends up turning my cozy blanket into his personal paradise. I mean, I'm not complaining! Now, the scene shifts to us reading our books in pure silence, the only sound being the rustling leaves and the occasional giggle. Al Haitham, the absolute sweetheart, starts playing with my hair and doodling little patterns on my arm with his fingers. It's like a spa day and an art class all in one, and trust me, I am absolutely living for it. In between our cozy reading sessions, we lazily sneak in some kisses – because who can resist him, right? We've got the whole forest as our backdrop, and let's just say, it's pretty romantic. Al Haitham's got his favorite bottle, and we're sharing it like true adventurers – straight from the bottle. Classy? Maybe not. Adorable and fun? Absolutely!
As the sun starts to dip below the horizon, we get to witness a breathtaking sunset. Seriously, it's like something out of a painting. The woods take on this warm, golden glow, and I can't help but feel like I'm in a fairy tale. And then we head back home, the day's memories etched in our hearts. As soon as we entered the door, Al Haitham's mischievous side comes out to play. He closes the door behind us, and before I can even blink, I find myself pinned against the wall. He has that curious look in his eyes as he is on a mission to check out what is hidden under my Sunday date outfit. Spoiler alert: the surprise was all worth it!
*sighs dreamily*
NATS PLEASE THIS IS THE BEST WITH ALHAITHAM WHAT A PERFECT SUNDAY😍🩷 i am obsessed with your outfit & ooo all the kisses you share on your picnic 🥰🥰🩷 imma faint at him pinning you against the wall omgomgomg fjdkfkfkf
this sunset too😭 orange is my favorite color next to pink - it’s gorgeous!
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Savior 💞
Modern Din Djarin x f!reader
Warnings: Helmetless Din. Rude person. Din being protective of you, so standing up to that guy and roughing him up a bit. Make out session!!
AN: I chose to do modern.. Because I feel like if I did proper star warsy stuff I would do terrible... 🤣🙈 Yes I absolutelyyyy love and always in a 😮😍 when it comes to facts about it.. But I really think I'd do kinda bad at capturing the coolness while writing... So we are keeping all the facts about the sweet tin can, but putting a modern spin on it.
the first divider is a different one from what is used throughout the story only to indicate it's switching to learn about reader. 💞
The whole reason I'm writing this is... For the beautiful amazinggg Kay ( @stxrrylunatic ). I wanted to do something nice for her and this is what came to mind. I hope you like it!! Endless hugs and love sent your way always! 💞😘
Summary: You're out at a work party and there is some people that are being asses and Din, your work crush, comes to the rescue. 💞
Main masterlist
Din Djarin has been a bounty hunter since he turned 18. It is a family business of sorts, so he had no choice to become one when he became of age. He started his training when he turned 12. He's also wanted rebell against it but he knew he had to stay loyal and do as his family tells him, etc.
Once he is 18 and working for the business, it is required to have some type of covering of your face and hands so no one can see who you are. He chooses this gorgeous silver shinny helmet and these gloves that feel like a second skin that have orange tips and a blue triangle in the middle of the palm area on top. And he just wears a all black outfit each time.
He always has to suited up when he leaves headquarters and until he gets back so there is no way he is seen by anyone.. Besides that, he is able to have his face shown anytime he wants.
Y/N has been working at the business since she was 20. She got offered the job because she is an amazing tech wiz. She knows everything there is to know about technology. So when one of the people that are always on the lookout out for new employees for the business found out that she was, they offered the job. She only needed training for a few things, just to be knowledgeable about what the business needed, etc.
She is one of the besttttt workers in her department. She also is Din's person that helps him on mission.
~~
Din is in his thirties when Y/N starts. He has never everrrrr kept the same person as his helper. Always gets irritated with them and gets a new one. Until he meets Y/N. He is completely captivated by her. So he decides he's gonna be better and not get irritated. It's rocky at first, but he ends up opening up to her a lot and everything.
They become fast friends and spend a lot of time together when they aren't working. Are practically joined at the hips, and she is the only person Din is so sweet and kind 100% of the time to.
But nothing romantic ever happens between them until one night...
× Present day. About 8 years after they have met.×
" oh god I forgot we had the company party tonight and that it is in public.. Do I have to gooooo? " you realize and say with a groan to Din on the phone. While your roaming around the kitchen making lunch.
" I know I don't want to go neither, sweetheart. But we have to. Tell you what, once we have been there for an hour or so. I'll make an excuse and we'll get out of there and do something fun.. How's that sound Meshla? " he says with a smile on his face and with that deep soothing voice of his.
You always blush when he calls you nicknames, especially the ones from his culture.
" ooooooo that sounds amazing. You say with a giggle and doing a little happy dance. You are an angel I swear. You want to meet there or want to share one of cars? "
" I say share, so we can save gas and it's just easier. Pick you up at 7:30? " he says.
" sounds good to me tin can. " you say with an teasing laugh.
" you're lucky I love you, you stinker. " he says while laughing a genuine laugh that is only reserved for you because he trust you.
** Little AN - they say I love you as friends. They know it's just an ordinary I love you, nothing romantic. **
" hehe, love youuu too see you in a bit. "
You both hang up and start getting ready for the party.
~~
Din is in this new suite he bought a few weeks ago. Fits his body perfectly, shows those broad shoulders off amazingggly.
You choose this gorgeous silver sequin dress that hugs you so gorgeously and you just look so breathtaking.
It's 7:15 and Din is there knocking on your door. He has a key but he wanted to be a gentleman and do it this way.. He told you so when he was leaving his place, you just giggled and said ok.
As soon as he sees you he stops breathing for a second, eyes go wide with desire. His cock twiches a little because he has never seen you look so gorgeous. Yea he's always thought you are but my goodness tonight is a different story.
" Din? You ok? " you said with a little worry in your tone while she reached out and rubbed his arm in a comforting way..
That finally gets him to come back to life.
" uhhh yeah yes I'm fine. You just- Wow, you look stunning Meshla. " he says with a shy smile because he's all nervous now.
" you too mister, that suit looks amazing on you. " you say with more confidence then you thought you had. " good god he looks so good, has he always looked this good in a suite? " you say to yourself.
He blushes a bit and just shakes his head while smiling at you.
" shall we m'lady so we can be out of there sooner? " he says while reaching out his hand for you to take.
You guys guys arrive at the party.
Mingle a bit, then Din has to leave you to go have a little meeting with some people.
He hasn't even been gone 10 minutes yet and some rude person bumps into you.
" hey! Watch out where you're going! " they say rudedly and slurred a bit.
" um excuse me? You bumped into me. " you say with a raised voice because the music is loud.
" whatever lady. Just get out of the way. "
Right before you are about to say something and hit them. Din is there and punches them in the gut.
" apologize now or ill do much worse than this. " he says while pinning him to the bar. Also with such a deep voice that its scary.
You actually arent the scared, because you know Din and... Youre actually surprising turned on a lot seeing him being protective of you. Which takes you by surprise because your feelings for him haven't ever been this romantic/intimate.
The guy apologizes to you. Din smackes him one more time on the back of the head and tells him to get his life together and start being more polite.
Din grabs your hand and leads you out to the car. " we're leaving now, this party is stupid anyways. "
You don't say anything, just follow him out.
Meanwhile, he is steaming from how pissed that guy made him. Because no one should treat a lady like that, most definitely not you. It also helps him realize how much he is in love with you and wants you.
When you get to his car... You don't even have time to say anything. He has you facing him and he's crashing his lips into yours.
You gasp but moan a little at the suddeness and how amazing his lips feel. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you closer to him by your waist while pushing you onto the car.
Lips dancing so perfectly. Hands roaming each other's bodies so heaven like. Din is the first one to slide his tongue across your lips asking for entrance to your mouth. You accept. As soon as he's in he leans into you more. You let out a whimper from how euphoric it feels kissing him like this and just in general.
" god I've been wanting to do that forever, but even more so since I saw you in that dress. " he says after he breaks the kiss to give you both a breathing break, while leaning his forehead against yours.
You let out a little moan at those words because he said it in such a husky sexy deep voice.
" fuck, I've dreamed about this. I've always wanted to too Din. " you say while leaning in to kiss him deeply.
You guys make out a little longer. Then you say; why don't we take this back to my place. It'll be much more fun then doing anything else. " the devilish smile that is on your face is priceless..
Din pretty much growls while leaning down to your neck to kiss it and leave some love bites while grinding into a little bit because he was thinking the same thing.
" that sounds perfect, Meshla. " he says with a sly smirk and lust blown eyes. He kisses you deeply again and pinches your butt a little while you're getting into the car.
The end. 🤭😈
AN after reading: hehe, I know I'm evil for ending it like that. Let me know if you'd like a part two. 🤗
I hope you liked it!! 💞🤗😘
Taglist: @supernaturalgirl20 @heythere-mel @prolix-yuy
If you'd like to be added or taken off, just shoot me an ask or dm! 💞🤗
Requests are open! Rules if you have one!
28 notes
·
View notes
Note
From the Fluff Prompts:
8 and 10 with Joshy please 🥰
Josh is just so 😍🥰 and i love these prompts!!
8. “I’ll take care of you.” and 10. “I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”
Your hands were shaking as you unlocked the front door to your boyfriends home. The two of you were supposed to have a romantic dinner and movie night, but the news you got just a few minutes before starting your commute home was about to rain on the whole thing. As you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you, you hear his eager footsteps.
"Welcome home, Gorgeous!" Josh's wide grin broke you, and you started to sob in his foyer. "Woah woah woah, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
"I got fired!" you wailed, tossing your bag and keys to the floor, letting them clatter noisily on the hardwood. Josh wrapped his arms around you, embracing you tightly.
"I'm so sorry." he murmured into your ear, stroking your hair soothingly. "Did they even say why?" you nodded against his shoulder and sniffled.
"They said I wasn't performing up to standard. My numbers were down and they had to let me go." you pulled back, wiping your face. "I busted my fucking ass for those people, I did everything I could save for illegal shit."
"I know baby." Josh wiped his thumb across your tear stained cheek. "Why don't you go upstairs and change, and I'll finish dinner. We can talk about it more when you come back?" you nodded and let him press a plush kiss to your lips, and he gave you a gentle pat to your bottom as you moved towards the bedroom. Normally the affection would make you feel bubbly and warm, but tonight it just made your stomach sink lower.
You peeled off your work clothes, tossing them into Josh's hamper before pulling on a pair of his old sweatpants and a t-shirt you were sure was actually Jake's at one point, based on the tatters. You tossed your hair up in a bun and went into his bathroom, cleaning off the remains of makeup from your face. When you were ready, you slowly trudged back to find Josh. You saw the table that had been set up with a sheer navy table cloth, a small vase of white roses in the center. It made your stomach turn even more, knowing you were ruining the evening he worked so hard on.
"Honey, I thought we could eat in the living room." he smiled at you, taking your hand and pulling you to the lush, cozy room he'd curated. Aside from painstakingly finding the comfiest couch in the world, he'd also gathered large pillows and cushions over the past few years, making anywhere you sat comfortable. He'd set up a few in front of his small coffee table, two large plates of pasta set there. A basket of garlic bread sat between them and two wine glasses were the accents, your favorite riesling on display.
As you sat down, Josh fluttered a napkin in the air before gently placing it on your lap, being sure to make a show to get you to crack a smile. He situated himself next to you, and pressed play on the movie. You alternated between twirling your pasta on your fork and pushing it around the plate as you zoned out with your eyes on the screen. You could hear Josh quietly slurping his up every couple of minutes, or crunching down on a bite of the crispy bread. You finally put a bite in your mouth, chewing as your stomach felt full on knots. You swallowed it down and set your fork on the plate, leaning back.
"It's going to be okay." you hadn't realized that Josh had been watching you until he spoke. You reached out towards him, wiping a small piece of oregano from the edge of his bottom lip and wiping it on his napkin next to his plate. He chuckled as he turned more towards you. "I mean it, Y/N. I'll take care of you."
"I don't want you to have to take care of me." you sighed, putting your face in your hands. "I want to work and earn my own way." Josh pulled your hands from your face, holding them in his tightly.
"And you will." Josh told you. He knew that you valued your independence, and made sure that no one thought that he supported your entire lifestyle. "But in the meantime, I'm here for you. It's not a weakness to need help, especially from your boyfriend."
"I can't ask you to pay my rent or my bills." you shook your head.
"I'm not going to." he shrugged, turning away and taking another bite of pasta. You looked at him, utterly confused. Once he was done with his current bite, he turned to you again and rolled his eyes. "Babe, just move in here."
"What?"
"I said, move in with me." Josh said slowly. "You're here more than your apartment anyway, half of your things are here. I'm ready for that step if you are. And maybe this is the universe pushing us towards it." you mulled the idea over for a few moments, taking a sip of your wine. "I mean, you already have a key."
"I pay half the mortgage." you looked at him.
"We're paid up for this month." he shrugged. "And yes, once you get a new job, you can contribute whatever you want. Just as long as you make those macadamia nut cookies I like every so often." you eyed him carefully.
"And if I get a remote position for my next job, you'll be able to leave me alone?"
"No promises." Josh held up his hands. "But I will do my best."
"Fine." you set your glass down. "My lease is up soon anyway."
"Then it's settled." you giggled as Josh slowly became his little old man persona, leaning forward and digging back into his dinner. "Now eat your dinner, I slaved all day and it's getting cold."
"Yes sir." you laughed, your appetite suddenly coming back as you took a bite of garlic bread and a forkful of pasta. "You're so wonderful to me." Josh grinned at you, giving you an obvious look.
"I don't know if you know this, but I love you." he smirked. You tossed your napkin at him and he laughed loudly.
"I love you too, you goof."
#writing prompt blurb#acb0116#josh kiszka#josh kiszka x reader#josh gvf#greta van fleet imagine#greta van fic#greta van fleet
44 notes
·
View notes
Text
dating emily fields...
pairings: emily fields x female reader
warnings: swearing
request: Headcanons on being with emily fields after the events of 'A' have finished?
a/n: if I'm being honest, I've never watched pll...but I think emily's really pretty so that's why I write for her lol 😭
You both met in the changing room of a swimming pool
You two got talking and found you had a lot in common so you exchanged numbers and got drinks
You started getting to know each other, and then Emily asked if you liked women, to which you obviously said yes
She made it clear that she fancied you and if you didn't feel the same way then that was totally fine
But, turns out you reciprocated those feelings and asked her out on a date
You went to a bowling alley and spent hours laughing and drinking lemonade
More dates, more calling, more texting...
She eventually asked you to officially be her girlfriend on your sixth date and you excitedly accepted
She'd constantly came to your house and helped you with studying for uni, or whatever work you need help with
Her cooking>> 🫶
Literally better than most chefs in your area
She's actually so good at making pasta, once she made this gorgeous spag bol 👌
She's so romantic, like she'll set up candles and pour you wine while asking how your day was
Don't even get me started on valentine's day
She quite literally HAND MADE heart shaped bunting
We stan a creative gf 🫶
And she made a red velvet cake with messily written letters on it spelling out 'love you y/n!'
Literally so cute 😭
You were able to make up for it though, later that night...
"Open your eyes for me, Emily."
You bought her a rabbit for her birthday, which she ended up calling Stitch because it seemed to have the same patches as the mutated alien.
Bonnie became weirdly protective over Emily and always managed to steal your pillow from your side of the bed
"No! I'm not taking her back to her cage! She's only a little baby, aren't you?" While the rabbit was quite literally glaring at you
You slept on the sofa that night 😐
Now let's talk about your sex life 😏
Emily's very experimental to say the least, she loves trying out new things she's been told work for other people or trying something she's seen off of a dodgy website
She'd definitely be into playing with toys, like she'll have a vibrator magically hiding away in her bra drawer...
Until you find it, and she plays the innocent card
"And what might this be?"
"That? Oh, it's a...back massager."
You like to be in control, to be on top and strap her to the headboard when she has an attitude
I think you'd definitely try having sex while putting food on each other
Like, spray whipped cream between her breasts and slowly lick it off while looking up at her
Or spread a bit of nutella on her inner thigh...
It's safe to say, you both know exactly what you're doing
Sometimes, she like to read to you and bring you warm milk when you find it hard to sleep
She's an actual sweetheart 😍
Dating Emily Fields would be amazing and I if she asked me out I'd collapse 😭
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
OC ask for Willas and Vior: 🥵, 🚲, and 😍?
Neat, let's go for these two!
🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?
Willas is a dilf, or at least Vior thinks so XD He's gone fully grey by his mid-40s, but a buff dude, a little rough from the war, with long hair, who knows both how to wear a beard and how to handle a sword (yes, I'm snickering immaturely in the background bc our dear general ain't even out of his closet yet) does draw the one or other look. He has something intimidating and unapproachable about him though, so it usually doesn't go beyond that first glance. Vior takes the time to look a bit longer.
Now, Vior? You'll be pressed hard to find anyone on the continent who doesn't think he's gorgeous. Granted, a big part of that is being way friendlier and more sociable than Willas, but he's also been a pretty boy early on and grew up nicely. He also takes better care of himself physically and emotionally, that sure is a plus to his looks.
🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?
Polar opposites. Willas has been married to his wife for some twenty years and never looked at anyone else even when he subconsciously started to realize that he doesn't swing that way, and after her death doesn't plan to get romantically involved again. Once he does with Vior, it takes him a while to come to terms with his sexuality, but it doesn't take him any time at all to become completely devoted to him.
Vior has, for the most part of his adult life, been a regular slut. Not because he's not capable or unwilling to form emotional bonds, but because he thinks sex is fun and people are pretty, and when they're nice about it, why not go for it? Willas is one of exactly three people in several dozen sex partners he's ever fallen in love with, so handling jealousy and the notion of potentially committing a lifetime to someone are things he's got to get used to.
😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?
Willas - someone not being intimidated by him. Everyone around is usually all "sir, yes, sir!"... and then there's Vior who all but rolls his eyes at him and goes "turn it down a notch, will you?" So Willas ends up with this completely flustered: "😳...okay."
Vior... frankly finds a lot of things attractive in a lot of people; it's how he wound up sleeping his way across a continent. He's got a bit of a Florence Nightingale complex tbh, often getting close to people who are in dire need of emotional support, and being there for them. The thing about Willas that has drawn him in for good is that Willas very openly (and sometimes bullyingly) cares about him in return. "Yeah, but what about how you feel about this?", "Here, eat something! You haven't eaten all day, you're eating now!", "What do you mean you came here with no armor or helmet, are you insane??"
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fumbling a fic idea of the Revenge crew playing spin the bottle
at some point Calico Jack shows up without any explanation how to be the judge if the bottle lands in between two ppl and not directly on one
idk where else I'd go with it for now but its cute. and also some nsfw because if it lands correctly for the already established couples u know they're gonna show off a little akdnfkg
Ed in Stede's lap while Jack is like uh. Usually it's just a kiss guys
They tip over backwards making out and the game casually continues on while the crew assures Jack they'll rejoin the game when they're ready
Jim and Olu taking turns making eyes at Lucius before they kiss when it matches them because I mean...if he and Pete wanted, it could be fun together, all four of them
It does match Izzy and Lucius (who in his dear romantic heart actually gives him a proper kiss after Pete nods his way)
And Izzy just sort of 404s for a little bit while Lucius pats him on the back and Pete tells him it's all good, his first kiss with Lucius left him stunned too (they promptly do then kiss and nearly pull an Ed and Stede but manage to hold off)
If i really wanna make myself work (aka figure out how to keep the game going for so long without the fic getting boring lmaoo) I'd keep it going to it matching Izzy and Stede
who share an initially chaste kiss, Stede leaning over from his spot to reach Izzy, but then it goes on and is that tongue? that's tongue
Ed's watching this with a mixture of wonder and a little jealousy, but said jealousy isn't the way you'd think. Instead of it being hey don't fucking kiss Stede like that, it's Stede wtf how did you do that and leave my otherwise grumpy first mate starry-eyed (Izzy sits back from those kisses just. smiling and a little flustered because he originally didn't want to play, but he's very glad he let Ed convince him to now)
He claims he could totally do that to Izzy too, let me show you! To which Stede nods enthusiastically because his brain is Thinking now abt if he could fit three full grown men (including himself as one of the three lol) in his bed or if maybe they could just throw some blankets and pillows on the floor and call it good since they likely wouldn't be doing much sleeping right away
Everyone adjusts and moves so its now Stede, Ed, Izzy in that order on that part of the circle, and if they could have popcorn while they watch they absolutely would (tbh i also love the idea of Roach sneaking away quickly and bringing back a bowl of it to pass around because this is gonna be Good)
And all that takes a few minutes which gives Izzy plenty of time to feel like his heart is going to beat out of his chest until Ed finally does that cute little hair fling back move, makes eye contact with those gorgeous brown eyes that can literally go 😍 whenever he makes them, and kisses him
Just like Stede's with Izzy: chaste at first, until Izzy loops his arms around Ed and lets him pull him down to the deck while Stede is 😍 himself at watching them and has already decided they'll need to have a really important meeting with Izzy in their quarters, subject: holy fuck I need both of you naked and in my bed NOW (one of few meetings that wouldn't be better as a memo)
Not that it might get too wild for their first night because Izzy's brain is short circuiting in a good way from all of it (finally let myself have some emotions and feel them fully without guilt or pushing them down!! let not just one, not two, but three!! men kiss me, even fucking Bonnet, and now i also want to fuck Bonnet, and Ed finally kissed me and he's as good as it as presumed and holy fuck So Much At Once)
Jack watches those three pull each other to the captains' quarters and then shrugs to everyone else and asks if they wanna keep playing or just go ahead and call this a group make out session (not the first sort of thing he's ever been in on, he tells them. The orgy with the sea turtle swimming around them was probably his best work in this field, he feels, before clarifying no one fucked the turtle, he was truly only swimming around while all the humans got at it. just your average voyeuristic sea turtle, you know how it is)
It immediately falls into said make out session and Jack snags the stoppered rum bottle, opens it, and takes a swig with a smile. Good work done, and maybe Steve will let him watch him and Ed and Izzy if he asks nicely (is Stede horny enough to say yes? that i have not decided yet lmaoo)
#text post#i should actually write the dang thing instead of this but my brain is not cooperating rn akdbkggn#so instead: this#ofmd#god this post is already long the fic would probably be even longer rip me since i usually type up on mobile now
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
The First meeting
Part 1
About an LDR relationship
Egyptian X Australian
While I was daydreaming about my love, I heard over the speakers
"All passengers, this is the final boarding call for flight 17 to Canada at gate Jackie 3"
Oh crap I'm about to miss my flight! I grab my carry-on luggage in preparation for my huge 32-hour flight to Canada to surprise my gorgeous partner. As we started taking off, I started watching our favourite movie to watch together, giving myself butterflies. I fell asleep during the flight while watching the movie, but when I woke up, I could see the lovely city I had never been to but was home to my gorgeous partner
" All passengers welcome the city of *******. we hope you enjoy your stay."
As I was getting off the plane I failed to realise until I felt the cold air this is nothing like Australia as I was there in my shorts and short sleeve t-shirt and thongs (flip flops) I embrace the cold air all the way into the airport where I then embrace the warm air and change into my cold weather clothing in a convenient change room after I've finished changing I call up my airport shuttle bus to take me to my accommodation with my suitcase of clothing I expect to lose to my partner. Once my shuttle arrived me and the driver engaged in some small talk about the city and some romantic date ideas and famous locations around town he seemed quite surprised when I told him my partner lived in the city next thing I knew we had arrived at my accommodation after I got out of the bus the driver wasted no time in pulling out my suitcase from the back and giving it to me with a smile on his face I presumed because he thought I would give me a 5 star review which he was correct in assuming I would after he got me all checked in and gave me my room key I went straight to my accommodation after giving him a little wave goodbye once I got into my room I immediately got into bed and passed out.
The next morning I woke up at the ripe time of 8 in the morning on a Sunday and decided to go to the local popular shopping centre to get some nice new clothes as I was here on holidays as well and while I was shopping around with already have purchased a few clothes a familiar figure walked past while talking to a friend of hers next thing I knew I heard someone say my name in a surprised manner and as I turned around I realised why they looked so familiar it was my gorgeous partner standing before me our faces lit up like Christmas trees and then we started hugged each other and passionately kissing each other in the shopping centre leaving the friend very confused and flustered at the sight and timidly asked
"C-Cashy who is this guy you're hugging and kissing!?"
Cash replied Oh sorry Maddie this is my boyfriend his Australian.
"WHAT THE HELL CASH YOU-MmMm Cash covers her mouth shhh calm down and then I'll explain ok?
Maddie nodes In agreement
We then all move down one of the cafés to talk about me the boyfriend
So Maddie this is Zack my Australian partner we've been dating for a year and a half now but it's a secret from my parents so please don't tell them ok?
Maddie agrees then extends her hand to me apologising for her outburst
"Sorry as you already know I'm Maddie and I'm one of Cash's friends nice to meet you Zack"
I shake her hand saying it's nice to meet her too
After that Cash slaps my arm saying wtf Zack you never said you were coming over then she gives me a kiss
I laugh sorry babe I just wanted to surprise you didn't think you would be here tho haha
Well no duh it's the most popular shopping centre of course I would be here
Ok yeah that makes sense sorry but I was wondering do you have any plans this week?
No why?
I was wondering if you wanted to have a date week
OMG really Zack 😍
Yes I came here to see you after all
Ok yes I'm free but I can only go after school if that's ok with you.
Of course it's ok with me
But if you want Zack I'm not doing much today if you want to come shopping with me Maddie needed to go home soon anyway
Oh sure Zack replied
Ok then let's go.
As cash and Zack get up to go shopping
To be continued In part 2
"date at the shops"
0 notes
Text
To spend a life with you // Arthur Fleck x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used).
Summary: You and Arthur both lead busy and chaotic lives and it's exhausting. But you work hard to make it work between the two of you, pouring over your schedules like they're ancient tomes to find pieces where you two can meet. It's not easy, nothing worth doing ever is, but it's made more bearable knowing that Arthur will be there; whether in a minute from now or an hour, he will be there.
A/N: Dedicated wholeheartedly and with much love to both @iartsometimes and @jokerownsmysoul. I've gone through several months of a dry spell for Arthur and it got so bad in terms of a lack of motivation that I've written, saved and then deleted multiple "I'm done" posts while I contemplated quitting writing for Arthur. But my conversations (sadly few and far between right now; miss you ladies and everyone else lots!🥺) with Fla and Tanya have helped to kickstart my inspiration and tbh my own physical exhaustion with my new lifestyle has made me feel even closer to Arthur; so much of my routine makes me think of him being with me as I go through it all and so this piece was born.🥺 I hope you both enjoy and thank you so much once again for helping me; I kept my wanting to quit on the down low and sought out help from the both of you without saying specifics, so you both helped more than you know!!😍💗🙏
Word count: 3, 215.
Your alarm, shrill and obnoxious, shattered the tranquility of your shared bedroom in the very early morning. You groaned and turned your face into your warm pillow, away from the penetrating noise and back into sleep. Several emotions were so prevalent as you heard your voice for the first time this day as if from the ears of another that it made you want to cry. Frustration; genuine exhaustion, for it felt as though you had only just crawled into bed; weariness which you felt within your very bones; despair...
...On and on it went, and all the while, you just wanted to sleep.
But the world had other ideas for you, worse ideas, just as it always had and undoubtedly it always would.
Such was life.
You groaned again and burrowed into the warmth right in front of you, a solid wall which snaked its thin but deceptively strong arms around you and tugged you impossibly closer, the cool tip of its nose nuzzling into the junction between your neck and shoulder, its warm and dry lips pressing lazily at the skin exposed to the cool Gotham air. The apartment was very poorly insulated and the water-damaged walls were thin, so always was it cold, even with the heating on high (a rare occurrence, so high was the cost of living and never did the hourly wage increase).
Your alarm continued to blare and the wall rumbled with a throaty groan as an arm moved from out beneath you and smacked blindly at the alarm until the fucking thing was silent, and tranquility once again descended, you could feel yourself falling asleep again, you were going to -
You were shaken gently by the wall and you blearily opened your eyes to see Arthur's beautiful visage right before you. Your breath caught in your throat to see those gorgeous eyelashes framing the emeralds you knew and loved so well, those romantic dark curls which framed his forehead like curtains, those lips which most usually addressed you with nothing but reverence... oh, but you loved him.
"No, honey, you can't fall back asleep. You have to get to work." You groaned and turned away from Arthur, which made him giggle. The sound was high-pitched and punctuated with small hiccups, which melted your heart. He, too, was absolutely exhausted, but just like you, he had no choice. "I know," He murmured. With anyone else, you would have almost certainly taken his words as nothing more than empty platitudes, but with Arthur, with Arthur, you knew that it was so much more than that. He meant every word he said to you, especially in this context, "But it's just one day. We can do it." He patted your shoulder lovingly, firmly in a final gesture to not fall back asleep, and pointedly rolled out of bed with a very real groan of weariness.
The sound of Arthur's truest depth of exhaustion seemed to only highlight your own to you all the more and the need to cry increased, but you swallowed hard against it, anxious eyes flicking to the alarm clock on Arthur's bedside table; the side closest to the door so that he could protect you if a perceived threat got into the apartment. Anxiety and dread was settling in above your head much like the dark clouds already looming over the equally dark and dreary horizon of Gotham. Everything was grey; the sky, the concrete, the buildings, and even the cars seemed dull in colour. You were so tired within yourself that you felt like you were already asleep, despite the fact that you were following Arthur's lead and crawling out of bed... the one and only place you most wanted to be in today.
"It's always 'just one day'," Your grumble made Arthur smile, though it wasn't a happy gesture. Oh, help you, but you almost pouted; you were just so tired and you wanted nothing more than to sleep but you couldn't. You couldn't and you hated it; you knew that Arthur did as well and somehow did that only make you more frustrated. You could handle feeling this way, but seeing Arthur experience it too made your blood turn to lava. You huffed at Arthur's weary, knowing smile and one shouldered shrug; it was a gesture of understanding, of sympathy, and you recognised parts of yourself within Arthur. Both of you were in the very same boat and that fact weighed you down just as much as it encouraged you to get ready for work. It was so similar to how Arthur made you feel; he could make you cry in the same moment that he could make you laugh, so multifaceted was he and so interconnected were the two of you.
It had always seemed to be that there was a string which connected your emotions; when Arthur was sad, so were you, when he was happy, so were you, and the same was equally true in the reverse. Indeed, as you and Arthur danced around one another in the small, cramped but well loved apartment to get ready for the undoubtedly stressful day ahead of the both of you, it seemed as though there was a string between your bodies, too, for rarely did you have to verbally communicate your intentions to move throughout the space of your home; you both just knew what the other was after and where they were going and it aided the both of you in getting ready for the day.
Far too quickly were the both of you out of your safe haven from the cruel city. Arthur ushered you out through the front door, large chips of paint flaking off and landing on the neglected and stained carpeted floor as he did so, and he raised his eyebrows at you in a here we go gesture as he locked the door, tried the handle, unlocked it, re-locked it, tried the handle, and nodded to himself in satisfaction. He was good to go physically and so were you, but mentally? Oh, neither of you had left the bed. You were right beside each other the entire day with no responsibilities, duties, anything to tend to, it was just the two of you. Alas reality was harsher, unkinder, but Arthur's hand held yours tightly as together you walked to the bus stop which would take the both of you to work.
There was a comfortable silence between you, both of you well aware of your own and the others' exhaustion, and periodically would Arthur look over at you, his green eyes gazing at you in concern, his dark curls bouncing gently across the tops of his yellow clad shoulders as he did so. His hand would squeeze yours and, help you, but even in your soul deep exhaustion, you couldn't fight your smile, and you squeezed his hand back just a little harder.
I love you.
I love you too.
Your bus arrived ten minutes before Arthur's, as it did every morning, but you didn't let go of his hand until the very last moment; there were no whispers of love. The cold, rainy bus station full of other people wasn't the place for such sentiment; Arthur only bid you goodbye with a tight lipped smile, his fingers sliding out of yours slowly, slowly, and then all at once. It was the way you fell asleep, though a key difference was that reality was even better than your dreams when you were with Arthur. He was everything you had never known you needed until you did, and you were certain that Arthur felt the very same way about you. You allowed yourself to shed a few tears on the way to work, missing Arthur even before the bus turned the corner out of sight. It's all right, Y/N, Arthur will be waiting for you at home. Just one day. And then Arthur. Was the day's mantra, though as the hours crept by, all that remained of the almost prayer, so much strength did you derive from your love, was Arthur's name. You held onto it and everything that he meant to you with such fierceness that the cool ghost of Arthur's fingers threaded through yours kept you company throughout your work day.
It only made you miss and love him more.
Finally, finally, your shift came to a close and you were able to feel a small measure of relief even though your exhaustion, which had gotten exponentially bigger over the course of the day, as it always must, as you clocked out and made your way to the bus stop which would take you home. It was always so very difficult for you and Arthur to align the trips home; the bus stop was the same but the timing was always different. Not to mention, if one of you had to go to the pharmacy or grocery store after work, there was an even bigger gap between leaving work and coming home.
Through every rise and fall, the physical and emotional tolls of the lifestyles you both led always, always, remained the same; you were each other's balm against the world. On the bus did you slip into a daydream so blissfully thick that your journey home felt like just a few seconds; you felt almost dizzy as you got off the bus, your bags in tow and your body so heavy that every step felt like there were weights attached to your lower legs. You sighed and swiped a hand over your face, stepping out away from the bus stop and towards the street, where people were almost pushing past each other in their haste to do whatever it was they were doing. Everyone had a life as interesting and as complex as your own and it baffled you sometimes to think on it; you had always been a people watcher but tonight, you were just too damn tired.
You were so tired, in fact, that you almost completely walked past someone dressed in a faded yellow hoodie; the only splash of colour in a physically and emotionally grey city.
"Hey." Oh, but that soft rasp had you turning back so fast that your head spun and the ghost of Arthur's hold on you this morning, which had faded over time but you could remember it so vividly that during the day you liked to think that he was still holding your hand, returned in full swing as he gripped your fingers with his own. You smiled, you smiled, and Arthur's own lips turned upwards, as if a string existed between your bodies. You had always been very emotionally connected and you had gotten close to one another within just a few weeks of meeting one another all those years ago. When you knew, you knew.
"Arthur!"
All at once, it was like you had drunk a mug of coffee as energy coursed through your veins. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and the way his skin sunk beneath your lips made you smile against his face, and Arthur hummed contentedly as he slid a cigarette between his lips. You took the hint and pulled away from him, squeezing his hand lightly before you let it go so that he could flick his lighter and ignite his cigarette. Arthur inhaled deeply with a noise of bone deep satisfaction and tilted his head up, up, exposing the long column of his neck as he exhaled; not wanting to blow it into your face. Always so considerate was he, even and especially during times he felt as though he was at his worst. It was one of the many things you admired him for; being so kind even with everything he went through without reprieve, and you tried to emulate a similar trait within yourself when you found the energy to do so. Kindness was a choice, one which had to be consciously made whenever the opportunity to do so arose, and it wasn't always easy, but it was right.
Arthur taught you lessons about yourself and the world every single day and he didn't even know it, try though you might oftentimes to express the truest extent of all that he had done and continued to do for you.
As the both of you reached the stairs, that long flight which made your knees, back and feet ache before it brought you closer to the apartment complex, closer to home, you squeezed Arthur's hand tighter and began to think back on something you had seen written in his battered journal one time several months ago; step step step step step step step step step step step step step step step. You hated those fucking stairs, but Arthur's hand in yours helped you to weather each step. You could see Arthur mouthing that same one word to himself over and over and over, like a prayer, until he reached the top of the stairs with you beside him, where you belonged. He swayed slightly on the spot, his body simply not enough to cope with the demands of his daily life, and concerned did you reach out a hand to steady him, your fingers curving around the crook of his elbow. You had to step to the front of him in order to accommodate this, for your other hand was still tightly clasped in his. You were practically embracing him, holding his body up with your own.
“Are you okay, darling?”
Arthur nodded, but you could see that he wasn’t.
Arthur was anything but okay.
Luckily for the both of you, the apartment building wasn’t too far from the stairs, just around the corner, so you kept your hand in him while you walked home together, though your other hand dropped to your side, but outside of your pocket in case Arthur needed you to help him to regain his centre of gravity again. You doubted he had eaten since breakfast this morning; he, like you, often put his own needs aside in favour of getting more work done in a quicker amount of time. You walked at Arthur’s pace, slowly, carefully, and periodically did you look at him, you really looked, just to make sure that he was okay. He was so exhausted, so weary, so done…
He looked the same way you felt, and it made you love him more just as much as it shattered your heart.
Arriving home couldn't happen soon enough.
Arthur reached the door before you, his steps shuffling and his head tilted to one side, as if he couldn't hold himself up anymore and just wanted to collapse onto the nearest flat surface, as he fished around in one of his pockets for the key to the apartment. His dimples were pronounced deep within the soft skin of his cheeks, chewing was he on the inside of his mouth. He let himself in and invited you inside after him with a sweeping gesture of one of his arms, a weary smile on his face. As you crossed the threshold did Arthur look left and right down the grimy corridor before he shut the door and drew the safety chain across the bolt, the familiar sound welcoming the both of you home.
Or, rather, the sound welcomed you into the apartment. You had been home ever since Arthur had met you in the street with a simple word which meant so much.
Silence reigned supreme as the two of you shed your outer layers and left behind your daily duties, responsibilities, and anything else which commanded your time away from each other. Dinner was made and consumed in relative silence, with the two of you only talking to each other casually. Today had been too much and you both just wanted to rest. That was all you wanted, needed, but only with the other person. The same routine carried out with anyone else would simply feel wrong.
Indeed, every day passed like this; you would wake up tired even if you got yourself a full eight hours of sleep, you would go to work or spend the day catching up on all of the chores and menial tasks which you weren't able to do when you were at work, for so tired would you be when you came home that all you had the energy to do was plop down beside Arthur on the worn sofa for those few precious hours until you had to go to bed and do it all over again. You would meet up with Arthur half way between your bus stop and the pharmacy he frequented, you would trudge home together hand in hand, step by step by step, and the evenings, oh... oh, the evenings were for the both of you.
Finally was there nothing left to do but to heal the rift between your bodies and minds; neglecting yourselves physically to uphold the demands which society placed on you would always catch up to you mentally, and you needed time to put yourselves back together before you had to wake up to begin anew. As the two of you got into bed, the sun having long since set and there only being a handful of hours until the two of you had to be up for work in the morning, your arms immediately found Arthur and you practically dragged yourself across the mattress to him. Those few hours were so terribly precious and daily coveted by the two of you, and this night did you feel your heart bleeding even more than it already was as Arthur gifted you with the day's last smile from him. He hadn’t even watched Murray tonight, so emotionally and physically tired was he, and yet he found it within him to smile.
For you.
Fuck, you loved him.
You smiled back, that string between your bodies pooled in the middle of the bed, and tipped your head so that you could press a kiss to Arthur's forehead. You could barely see in the room, so dark was it and so dim were the streetlight's outside, but you felt around as best as you could, trailing your lips across his weathered face, down, down, to his lips, making Arthur shiver with how your breath ghosted so gently against his face. You kissed him once, twice, thrice, four times and you felt Arthur relax into your tender loving touches as he hummed. There was a smile on his face, you could feel it.
It was echoed on your own lips, too.
Your hands came up to cup his face and Arthur nuzzled into your palms, his lips pursing to press kisses against your soft skin. He shuffled closer to you, an arm wrapping firmly around your waist as his face ducked into the warm crook of your neck.
You fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other, and you remained such until the morning, when all would begin again. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it, if only so you could have this every night; Arthur, in your arms, safe and so loved that he didn't know what to do with himself.
It was what he deserved, but it was also what you deserved, too.
#arthur fleck#arthur fleck x reader#arthur fleck imagine#arthur fleck fanfic#arthur fleck x you#arthur fleck x y/n#joker 2019#joker 2019 imagine#joker 2019 x reader#joker movie#phoenix!joker imagine#phoenix!joker x reader#phoenix!joker#joaquin phoenix joker x reader#joaquin phoenix joker
83 notes
·
View notes
Text
Monarch Industry
Not me starting a third drama when I know damn well I can keep my attention on only one at a time 😅
Anyway, here we are, despite common sense, because I really, really want to watch this and have wanted to for months now. I don’t like Zhang Ziyi much, I find her and her characters so unpleasant, but she is very beautiful and has starred in some of my favourite things, so having her in the main role is far from being a deal-breaker. I’ve also heard good things about this drama, so I have high expectation!
***
Aww, the little cutie fell asleep 🤗
She has so much trust in her uncle!
***
This drama is so gorgeous and she’s just stunning 😭 Easily one of the most beautiful women alive.
***
The blue prince is hot 🔥🔥
***
Isn’t the Crown Prince her first cousin? Yes, Your Majesty, please choose the Third Prince! While I’m sure there is interbreeding there too, he’s at least very beautiful, unlike his mean older brother.
***
Oh, cutie, don’t we all 😢
So, while I don’t know much about this drama, I know that she and the Third Prince are not the OTP. I’m guessing he’ll either die or turn out to be the villain.
Anyway, I remember some of the early reviews for this when it first came out and people were complaining about Zhang Ziyi playing her teenage self when she is over 40 and while she doesn’t exactly pass as a sixteen-year-old (?), she’s gorgeous enough that I don’t particularly care.
***
Oh, hello, gorgeous! 😍😍
***
The battles so far are better than the usual c-drama fare, but still not on the level of Nirvana in Fire and Ever Night.
***
Oh, hi, to you too! 😍😍
***
I feel like this liveblog is going to turn into a thirst blog before long.
***
LMAO, be quiet, you evil troll.
Spoiler alert: she will never be yours.
***
LMAO, look how depressed these moochers are over the hot general being made Lord 🤣🤣
***
His modest, proud little smile, I cry 😭😭
Lord help me, but I would have this man’s babies! As many as he wants!!
***
Oh? 👀
Is he being prevented from visiting or is true love not so true after all?
***
I am finding that Zhang Ziyi is actually very cute when she isn’t playing unlikeable characters.
***
Do we trust this schemer or not? 🤔 I can’t get a proper read on any of them, they are all suspicious.
***
His face 😅😅
I am dying of second-hand embarrassment for her here 😅😅
***
LMAO 🤣🤣
***
Imagine having your romantic date interrupted by a bunch of ninjas, but at least Xiao Qi got a chance to show off 😋
***
Beautiful man is beautiful 🖤
***
I hate the Empress Aunt and her evil Crown Prince son 💀
***
So, let me get this straight. Awu’s mother is the Emperor’s sister, and Awu’s father is the Empress’ brother?
***
LMAO, aliens! 🤣🤣
I mean, I know he meant “foreign” but it’s still hilarious 🤣🤣
***
LMAO, imagine there being women with no taste who aren’t willing to marry Xiao Qi 🤣🤣
57 notes
·
View notes
Text
Helium Chapter 12 Liveblog
Moon jellies!!! I've been following Heat Waves since before it blew up on Twitter (found it in the wild. It was on chapter 4 at the time I believe?) And the first thing I commented on was how gorgeous the Dream World was. I love the moon jellies. Probably one of my favourite parts of this series.
“You are such a germaphobe,” Dream says fondly. “Six years. You hid yourself so well.”
“I’m not. You’re just handsy and you touch everything.”
His eyebrows raise. “Would me washing my hands be a turn on for you?”
“Why the hell do you ask me stuff like that when I’m trying to be serious?”
Welcome to the top tier crack dialogue. It's serious until Dream or George say something that changes the mood so fast you're left with whiplash.
“Look, George, aquariums are romantic, okay? Let me romance you, let—let Florida and her awesome animals seduce you—”
Just in time~ for the Valentine's day! 😍🥰❤️ (I'm dying, I just remembered that post complaining they won't ever let Heat Waves leave down the fact that it's trying to romanticise the state of Florida.)
George letting Dream take pictures on his camera!!! He's teaching him how!!!! This is adorable and heartwarming. :)
I'm gonna listen to Glass Animals all day aren't I? It's been a routine for years now, when reading this I don't listen to anything else...
They're conversations are just so nice. The mixture of seriousness with light teasing and ending with an admission of care. It's just sweet. I'm enjoying just reading them talk with eachother.
So much feelings over cake...
“George. We would’ve been best friends, are you kidding me? I mean, I—I probably wouldn’t have let you climb so high, and I would’ve hated the almonds in your cake, but yeah. Absolutely friends.” He feels George relax back into the silent spread of his palm, and his chest expands. “Also, I’d have a huge crush on you.”
Laughter jostles against his hand. “That I can believe.”
This fic will single-handly make my Valentine's Day.
Maybe these fics should have been called A complicated relationship with a Jellyfish (Oh God I fucked up) and A complicated Relationship with a Jellyfish (Oh God I'm trying) instead.
I have this strange feeling that I simultaneously want to hype Dream and kill him for what he's saying.
Kissing on public space. You both living on edge boys.
How can their conversations be so poetic and so stupid at the same time? 😩
“I couldn’t see you,” he implores gently. “It sucks when you wear a mask.”
“I thought it was kind of nice,” George says, swaying in his grasp to urge them down the hall. “Finally held a conversation without you being distracted by my mouth.”
And I hOOP
His forehead rests against cloth collarbones. “Are you aware of what time we fell asleep last night?”
“I am not apologizing for that,” Dream says vehemently. “It was unbelievable.” Puffs of laughter grace his neck; his chest blooms, and blooms, and blooms. He missed the dizziness of this unbridled touch more than he thought he would.
I love this sounds like they had the best sex in the world when they were in fact spilling The Tea™, bullying Sapnap for sleeping with Karl and laughing hysterically at 3 AM while making blackmail to use on him later.
“Aw.” They breach a living room of sunset skies, colors crystalized in wide window panes, and his eyes drop down to a prettier brown. “You can just admit you have a crush on me, George. It’s fine.”
“What are we, twelve?”
“PG-13, at least,” Dream corrects, shins bumping the sectional. “Don’t give me that look, I’m right. Yesterday, you were practically begging me to make out with you right here—”
How many fourth walls did this one break
“The…” George’s voice wanders quietly. “The sun is in your eyes.”
His head sinks down blindly, and he graces his lips to George’s mouth. Wildfire curls gently through him. George kisses back, soft and fleeting, and faded wisps of sharp green leaves seep into his inhales.
Dream carefully tears himself away, eyebrows pinched together. “Did you steal mints from my car?”
“...No?”
“You—” His nose dips lower, and he pulls back sharply. “You did.”
*slams table* stop slapping me in the face between tender moments!!! Now I'm gonna have to hear them talk about mint candies for I don't know how long! /lh
Now they're talking about Sapnap's awful quesadillas. Amazing.
If you had known, his head churns, long tendrilled arms of a lurking shadow creeping to the couch’s edge, about the visa. If I had been there. If I hadn't fucked up.
Oh look! It's all my anxiety directed to this fic!
His jaw sinks deeper. Breaths sink deeper. His hands and hips remember the cold edge of the kitchen counter, faint bloodrush in his ears, relearning why they’ve kept their mouths above chin level every night since. The taste of his spit on George's throat makes him want to leave red reminders of where his lips have been.
I think you’d leave bruises.
His gut surges.
I'd like to officially pass away if possible. I'm probably blushing IRL this isn't fair.
“I am,” Dream says, “ so happy we’re alone now.”
“Yeah.” George touches his face. “Sapnap can go die.”
sTOP I CAN'T KEEP JUST LAUGHING MY ASS AFTER A SOFT INTIMATE MOMENT STOP IT'S EVERY SINGLE ONE
His arms tighten around George. “You’re just mad—” He peppers the side of his neck chastely. “They love me more.”
“Okay.” George’s fingers vanish from his shoulder blades in retreat. “I’m going to sleep.”
George said it's over. No more funny man Dream. It's sleeping hours.
Ohhh it's so painfully sappy oh Gods... Oh I needed this.
Oh. It's getting dangerous. Does anyone else feel the heat? Is Dakota finally gonna do it after people continually sending asks on Tumblr begging for Dakota to finally let them do the 😏?
NOT A PHONE CALL I'M GONNA FUCKING—
DREAM SAID TO IGNORE IT 👏👏
George pulls back, eyes cutting towards the hum of leather hyde. “Dream—” Lips land on his chin; he pushes Dream’s mouth away. “What if—what if it’s my mum?”
FUCK OFF GEORGE.
Nickypoo — Missed call (2)
Curse you Sapnap- and your horrible and annoying timing
DO NOT MAKE OUT WHILE YOU'RE ON CALL WITH SPANAP YOU BUFFOONS
This is a mess.
They kinda did it. Oh Gods.
A tissue box sits on the coffee table—the same daunting construction of cardboard George used after crying in his arms two nights ago.
He sighs raggedly.
Whatever works, I guess.
ASDFGHJKL HELP
He balances the plate, side-eyes the box with ducks and flowers dotting down the edges, and retrieves his screen to a faceful of messages.
All from Sapnap; all in an unanswered text chain with him and George.
(7:51 PM) Check your fucking phones
(7:52 PM) [Attachment: Link]
(7:52 PM) [Attachment: Link]
(7:52 PM) [Attachment: Link]
(7:52 PM) [Attachment: Link]
Eyes widening from a dim squint, Dream clicks on the first message, and a Twitter thread expands across his screen. High numbers, descending replies, the four-part story ends with an image attached at the bottom.
“Oh,” he breathes to the reflection on his phone. “Fuck.”
I wish I could say I was surprised. YOU KISSED IN AN AQUARIUM YOU IDIOT. YOU ARE BOTH SO STUPID. IDIOTS.
The chapter is over!!!!! And the fic is not!! Guess I'll have to wait to see them deal with the consequences of their own actions.
#mcyt#heat waves#dnf#dreamnotfound#fanfiction#helium spoilers#suggestive tw#suggestive#helium#dreamland series
10 notes
·
View notes
Note
For that character ask you posted, Erza Scarlet
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! 😍😍😍
Okay, so...
Favorite thing about her
You mean aside from the fact that she is absolutely GORGEOUS?!
No, but seriously, she is a knight.
I think that phrase alone is pretty iconic: she is a knight. Her magic are weapons and armors and you can count on her to send an adult man flying with just one kick, and personality-wise she is brave, and noble, and disciplined and determined, she puts everyone in their place when they deserve it and is always looking out for her friends. But also she can be clumsy, she gets flustered around Jellal a certain someone, she is never afraid to use her feminine charms... and besides all of her armors are stunning!!
Least favorite thing about her
I suppose sometimes the "tough" side of her personality does take the best of her, and she can be immature and selfish at times like when she turned out to be the gambling lady causing havoc across the casinos and when she forced her friends to play a drunkenly improved version of spin-the-bottle when all the unofficial couples around her started to act too close while her boy wasn't around. Besides, maybe it's just my frustrated shipper heart, but she's just as stubborn as Jellal when it comes to their relationship! She always holds back for one reason or the other! Her patience is admirable tho, I would have smacked Jellal's self-punishing tendencies out of him a looooooooooong time ago 🙄
Favorite line
"Moving on doesn't mean you forget about things. It just means you have to accept what's happened and continue living."
"I'm grateful that you gave me life [...] And I'm grateful that you abandoned me. Thanks to that, I could meet my real family."
Brotp
All of Team Natsu!! She is their designated big sister, look at them!
OTP
JERZA!! 😍😍😍😍
They have been through so much together already! You know what? They are the true childhood friends to enemies to almost lovers done right! And it'll be hella satisfying when I get to erase that almost! 😭😭😭
Notp
Erza x Natsu.
Listen, I can come around a whole lot of Erza ships. A. Whole. Lot. Even Grayza, if you want, but romantic Natsu and Erza is a big NO for me.
Random headcanon
Erza and Lucy make plans to have sleep-overs at Lucy's apartment. They say it's just the two of them, but Lucy feels bad leaving Levy out, so they invite her, too. But then they notice Wendy nearby so they take her under their wing and Wendy and Carla come as well. Juvia starts crying because she doesn't want to be left out, so they invite her to make her feel better. Supposedly none of the boys is invited, but they find out the girls will be hanging out at Lucy's, so they decide to "drop by" because the whole thing sounds fun, and everything turns into a typical Fairy Tail night at Lucy's.
Unpopular opinion
As much as I love Erza, I wanted Lucy to be Miss Fairy Tail 😞
Song I associate with her
What doesn't kill you by Kelly Clarkson.
Favorite pic
🥺🥺🥺🥺
This was such fun! Send me a character!
48 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
no-more-sorrow-97
Querida
things1do
super duper
fowler94
Untitled
verydeerly
it's a STAG!
smallbcarly
sbc