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whiskeyncoke-redux · 1 year

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I keep thinking about fluff/smut where, for once, Pedro Pascal is the one crushing on (fem) reader- don’t get me wrong, I love all the daddy dom vibes, but him catching feelings for a funny/sweet younger woman and getting all flustered about it?

Maybe a mid-late 20-something year old, someone who is a friend of a friend or an extra on set~ I just think as flirty and charming as he is, he’d be one to get as red as a tomato around his little crush <3

What do you think? I’d love to hear your take!

Okay, so first, sorry it took me so long to respond, I saw this ask and I got an Idea™ and I had to run with it because why not? Second, I hope you like what I came up with as an answer, I tried. So here it is:

Ask Her

Pedro Pascal x Reader

A/N: I haven't written anything in forever, I'm still suffering from Writer's Block so go easy on me. Also it's not proofread and it's 6:40 in the morning so any mistakes are my bad. Special thanks to @ziggyrocket for the support 💜.

Warnings: None

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It was the third time that day that you felt his eyes on you, and when you turned around to look at him, you saw him look away quickly.

Next to him, Bella, rolled their eyes. "You know you could just go over and talk to her," they pointed out.

He shook his head. "And say what?"

"Umm how about 'Hi, how are you? How’s your day going?’ to start with."

“Right and then what?”

“Then you have a conversation like a normal person…” Nico chimed in from his other side.

“And eventually ask her out,” Bella finished, “because this whole staring and then looking away thing is ridiculous.”

“Yeah and you clearly like her,” Nico added.

Pedro averted his eyes and looked down at his phone in his hands, clearly not wanting to admit to anything.

Nico and Bella exchanged glances over his head and with a mischievous glint in their eye, Bella gasped, “Oh, she’s looking over here!”

Pedro’s head shot up, his cheeks turning a bright red, as he looked over to where you were; but you were deep in conversation with one of the other make-up artists, not even remotely looking that way.. Nico and Bella snickered at him. He sighed and shook his head at them.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Bella said, “I was just proving our point.”

Nico nodded. “Eventually, you’re gonna have to talk to her.”

As fate would have it, “eventually” came sooner than expected. Later that week, you were assigned to do his make-up, since the artist that regularly did it was out for the day. So, when Pedro walked in and saw you standing there, he stopped abruptly and just stared for a second. You didn’t notice at first, since your back was turned, but when you looked into the mirror and saw him standing there, looking at you, you smiled wide and turned around.

“Hi.”

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He then cleared his throat. “Hi,” he managed to get out. “Um, where’s…?”

“She had something she had to do, family I think, so you have me today,” you answer, “I promise, you’re in good hands.” You gave him another smile and gestured for him to sit in the chair.

He sat and you began carefully applying his make-up. At first you worked in silence, neither of you sure of what to say.

You had felt his eyes on you from the moment you walked on set. You weren’t so sure that it meant anything in the beginning. You were, after all, just a lowly make-up artist, not even the primary one, why would someone like him even look twice at you? But as time went on, you started to notice it more and more. It really hit you when, one day, you were touching up Nico’s make-up and she casually joked that he seemed to perk up more when you were around.

“He smiles more,” she’d said, “it’s almost like he’s had an extra strong cup of coffee.”

“Mind you,” Gabriel had chimed in, “he doesn’t really need it.”

You all laughed. Pedro’s hyperactivity was well known. Which made his current silence a bit odd.

He’s nervous, you thought.

He cleared his throat again, bringing you back to the present. You figured that you might as well strike up some kind of conversation. Funnily enough, he had the same thought.

“So…” you both began at the same time. Then you stopped. You looked at him and you both burst into laughter.

“You go ahead,” you said.

He shook his head. “Nah, you go.”

“Gentlemen first,” you commented with a smirk.

He laughed at that, then asked, “What are you listening to?”

“Huh?” you touched the earbud you had in your ear that was playing a song softly. “Oh, just some music to wake me up.”

He raised his eyebrows and gestured with his hand for you to explain more.

“Prince,” you said simply, “Raspberry Beret.”

He smiled wide at that. “Love that song.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Hmm, okay,” you said, and put the brush and powder you had in your hand down on the table behind you.

You went over to your bag and dug around in it.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Normally,” you began, “I just keep my earbuds in, because I know not everyone likes the same music I do… aha,” you said triumphantly as you pulled out your mini bluetooth speaker, “but when I’m alone, I use this.”

You turned on the speaker and set it on the table, then connected your phone. Soon the beat began and you both sang along. “I was working part-time in a five and dime, my boss was Mr. McGee…”

You picked up your brush again and started back on his make-up, your head bopping along to the song.

After that, it seemed like the ice had been broken. He started asking you more questions: where you from, how long you had been doing make-up, favorite color, etc. You answered all of them with ease, and asked him more questions in return.

Before you knew it, you were finished. “All right, all done,” you announced.

“That was quick,” he said. In truth, you had taken a little bit longer than you normally would have, you just wanted to spend a bit more time with him. “Um, I guess I better get going…”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” you said, as you put away the brushes and other things. You both were shy again.

“I’ll, um, I’ll see you out there,” he said, standing and stretching.

You turned and looked up at him, into his eyes. That made him blush. You smiled and you felt your own cheeks grow warm. “Yeah, of course.”

After that, he was more comfortable around you. From time to time the both of you could be found, earbuds in, heads bobbing along to some song or another or dancing around to music blasting from your portable bluetooth speaker. It was obvious to everyone who spent five minutes around the two of you that you both liked each other; there were inside jokes, laughter, and shared looks between you two, but the weeks went by and nothing more happened.

Bella and Nico were frustrated with this. How was it possible that the most outgoing person they knew, couldn’t even bring himself to ask you out, when it was obvious that he wanted to?

Bella approached him again. “All I’m saying is you need to…”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” Bella argued.

“You were gonna say I need to ask her out,” Pedro responded.

“Well you do,” Nico said.

“She won’t say yes.”

“You don’t know that,” they both said at the same time.

“All we’re saying is it won’t hurt to ask,” Bella said.

“It would hurt if she said no,” he pointed out.

“Which she won’t do,” Nico added, rolling her eyes.

“How do you…?”

“How do we know? By the way she looks at you,” Bella sighed

“She doesn’t…”

“Yeah, she does, she looks at you the same way you look at her.”

Pedro sighed and shook his head.

"What’s the problem?” Bella asked. “There’s something else isn’t there?”

He looked around, making sure they were alone, before confessing the one thing that was holding him back. “I-I’m too old,” he said quietly.

Bella and Nico exchanged glances, then started giggling.

“It’s not funny.”

“No, but it is,” Bella said, “because it’s bullshit. If she didn’t like you she wouldn’t spend nearly as much time around you as she does, she wouldn’t talk to you as much as she does, none of it. I’m sure your age means nothing to her.”

“Exactly,” Nico agreed, nodding, then looking around she spotted you talking to someone. “So, what you’re gonna do is go over there and ask her out, and,” she said ignoring Pedro’s grunt of protest, “she’s gonna say yes, and you’re gonna take her somewhere nice.”

Pedro stared at you, as you talked and laughed with one of the other crew members, his nerves getting the best of him again. He wanted to go over to you, but his feet felt rooted to the spot. He looked at Bella and Nico and shook his head. He couldn’t do it. He looked back over at you, the conversation you were having had come to an end, and you were standing there, going through one of your bags, looking for something.

At that moment, you looked up and around, spotting him. You smiled and he did the same, swallowing around the lump grown in his throat. He felt Bella push him forward slightly and sighed. They weren’t going to let this go until he did something, he knew. So, he squared his shoulders and walked over to you, smiling and blushing, but determined.

#ask #answered #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fan fiction #josé pedro balmaceda pascal #bella ramsey #nico parker #ficlet #wiskey writes

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sleepyfitz · 1 year

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König x Y/n drabble(?)

Literally had a random König brainrot at 2am yesterday where König always keeps eye contact with y/n, an instant telepathy when they communicate. I need to get this out of my chest cs i love him sm <3

I'm not really a god-tier writer esp writing hcs so please bear with me T 3 T)/

Warning: None.

Your relationship with König involves alot of communicating with each other through talking and eye language.

It can be just talking about each other's pet peeve, favourite meal and past times. As time progresses, you and könig opened up about each other's pasts.

So both of you had developed a deep bond with each other that sometimes you and könig could instantly link from looking at each other.

König may be selectively mute when he's uncomfortable or around soldiers he barely recognize. You can sense his restless gaze on you, and you would immediately knew he's uncomfortable. Other times you and könig would looked at each other in unison, knowing that both of you had agree to the same thought. Like that one spiderman meme pointing at the same spiderman--

He will look at you and go 'I don't wanna goooo T^T' when both of you were forced to go to a post-successful mission party this one night.

It was mostly because of the younger recruites celebrating prolly their first successful mission in a while. Price was up for a free wiskey and his cigars, Ghost and Soap long gone since their arrival back to the base, and Gaz's just chilling. On the other hand, You were dragged along with König, despite declining the offer, exuding more exhaustion than both of you had already feel. They knew both of you are introverts, but like they say the more the merrier.

So you and König entered the pub nearest to the base, mostly famous for soldiers to hang out. Both of you sat on the stool nearest to the exit.

Two butter beers later (yes butter beer exists in this pub cs i said so-) König nudges you with a suggestive eye. In an instant you knew what he was trying to say;

Are you thinking what I'm thinking, my little maus?' small patches of butter beer foam latching around his pretty little grin. You grinned back, eyes glittering with excitement knowing what comes next. 'Let's get out of here, mein liebchen'.

You look left and right making sure no one's looking around before leading König out of the pub. Giggling and stumbling on flat grounds like the good chaotic couple you are as both of you walked back to könig's room, where you both spend the night showering and cuddling the night away with each other's warmth to a deep slumber.

#könig mw2 #könig headcanons #könig x reader #i am blushing like crazy rk its 4am #in könig fluff we trust #hopefully you will like this????#lmaooo #im sure i did cs this is too wholesome for mee #i want a relationship like this sm :(#könig fluff #könig my beloved

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━"Hitting It Off"

━Tw: None!

━Notes: I had an idea, didn't want to wait for anyone to write it, so here we are.

━Song: "Call Me Little Sunshine" By Ghost

You would never get tired of this.

Places like this is where you thrived. Being able to toss aside all your thoughts about unpaid bills and the empty contents of your fridge. Instead the only things you were able to focus on was the music bleeding into your eardrums.

Bright neon lights shone above, some directly down onto the band playing their heart out on a stage somewhere a couple yards from you. To your delight this place had always differed from the so called "new" and "sexy" clubs that littered cities everywhere nowadays. You would take a live band over stripper poles anyday, as would the surrounding people pressed against your sides.

This pub had been your rock ever since moving to England. Being dropped off in a strange place filled with cold weather and people that couldn't give a shit about you was a bit disheartening to say the least. But the moment you had stepped foot into this place all those months ago, you had known things would solve themselves out. You'd always been drawn to grunge style pubs like these anyways.

Shuffling slightly through the pit of metal heads that were thoroughly enjoying themselves, you made your way with a smile to the bar. A large mahogany counter made a small c shape in the back corner, a lot of the seats empty in favor for everyone dancing their way onto the main floor behind you. In fact only one other person was sitting at the table top.

From behind all you could see was his tall figure. Leather jacket resting on their shoulders and a flannel wrapped around their torso. A head of brown hair barely helped to conceal the black earrings that sat snugly in his earlobes, along with what you assumed to be the begnings of a black tattoo peaking out from the cuff of his sleeve.

You carefully took your place an odd few seats away from him, trying not to seem like a creep while still observing them.

He seemed nice enough. Just sitting there swirling around his glass of wiskey, feet tapping to the beat of the band playing. Simply enjoying himself and occasionally doodling on a napkin below his grip with a distant smile.

"Ya gonna talk ta me or jus' keep starin?"

It wasn't uncommon in this part of England for you to come in contact with multiple types of accents. British, Scottish, American-

But you havnt had the chance to hear a lot of Irish ones. Maybe that was the reason you scooted a bit closer to him after your inital startle; or at least that what you told yourself.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to stare. It's just that I don't normally see any other quiet types in this place." You offered your hands out while speaking, one for him to shake and the other to order your usual from the bartender currently playing what sounded like candy crush on his phone.

The stranger chuckled and took your hand in his. It was then that you got a good look of him. Normal grunge style, nothing much that you didnt already expect. Pierced ears, leather attire, a band shirt. (you think it real TOOL although you weren't sure in such lame lighting) Just the usual.

Expect for the fact that he had one green eye and one blue.

"S okay. Ya didn look like ya meant any harm anyways."

Practically preening at his warm grip and infectious smile, you laughed back. His multicolored eyes had thrown you off initially, but who were you to judge. You were a grown ass adult living off Ramen and microwavable meals. You had seen cockroaches stranger than this if anything.

"Yeah sorry again." Another chuckle and deflection of your apology, the guy claiming there was no need to. "Names (Y/n). What about you?"

At the question his grip tensed a bit before loosening. It happened so quick you would have missed it any other day.

"Just call me Jack." He sent you a toothy grin. His expression helped to ease your split second worry anyways, so who were you to complain. The bartender chose that exact moment to come back with your drink, offering a nod to the both of you before setting off to the other side of the bar.

"So-" Jack dropped your hand. "-wanna tell me a bit about yourself?"

At his words, the emerald hue in his left eye brightened significantly, as well as his canines sharpening and elongation slightly. But you were so blinded with the premise of a new friend that you completely missed it.

"Sure Jack. I'd love to."

Basically Anti lives in Jack's body and he can't control when the demon comes in and out. Jack had gone to the pub for some relaxation and met you. The both of them took and interest in you in different ways, Jack hoping to make a friends and Anti a victim. You can decide what happened next.

#anti x reader #anti #antisepticeye x reader #antisepticeye #jacksepticegos #jack #jacksepticeye #jack x reader #jacksepticeye x reader #septic ego x reader #septic ego #septic egos x reader #septic egos #septic

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julietwiskey1 · 1 year

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I posted 2,097 times in 2022

That's 1,855 more posts than 2021!

182 posts created (9%)

1,915 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@akiizayoi4869

@balsa-margarita

@prodogg

@zuko-always-lies

@frellingstarburst

I tagged 1,164 of my posts in 2022

Only 44% of my posts had no tags

#azula - 695 posts

#fanart - 284 posts

#zuko - 194 posts

#ursa - 167 posts

#ty lee - 74 posts

#mai - 59 posts

#iroh - 53 posts

#wiskey answers - 46 posts

#if you havent noticed i like ursa and azula having a good relationship - 40 posts

#ozai - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#if he goes and does it we are days from watching the former anti-war and anti-nuclear crowd openly championing the use of nuclear weapons

My Top Posts in 2022:

I think there is an important question thus far over looked in the discussion of cat!Azula. And that if whether or not she’s a good mouser. Does she keep the ship pest free, or would she rather steal food off of a sailors plate?

119 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

Why did Aang never try to learn water healing? It seems like that would have been a very important redundancy for the team. He wouldn’t even need to be that good if you are worried about him taking away from Katara’s speciality. But just a second person around who could heal would be nice, especially if it ever happened that Katara was the one to get hurt and needed healing.

146 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

Could Zuko have fought Azula with flame dagger in their first encounter because he thought he would win that way? Or maybe even have a history of beating Azula in that manner.

After all the last time Zuko saw his sister was three years before than when she would have been 11 and him 13. He would have likely trained and spared with her before his banishment. Azula has always been a superior bender to Zuko though.

But flame daggers is much more like sword fighting then firebending. And we have no indication that Azula ever trained a lot in that form. Also Azula was a lot smaller when she was 11. Zuko likely had enough of a size and strength advantage on her to win a fight in that manner before he was banished. So when they were kids Zuko learned that he could beat Azula in a fight if he got in close and overpowered her.

So Zuko was unlikely being completely brash in that fight and actually fought in a way that proved successful in the past. The issue is he did not account for Azula growing up and becoming stronger and more experienced.

182 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

In my own story I want to write Ursa as a firebender. But I think an interesting way to keep her different from her children is to have her specialized in Fire Dancing and not the combative forms that Zuko and Azula learned.

I think there is also the fun possibility of an arc focusing on Ursa teaching Azula to reconnect to what she loves about bending through a dance. While Azula teaches Ursa to defend herself by teaching her combat forms.

219 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Azula, I believe, is best written as a heroic villain. She has the qualities and attributes of a hero but the ideology of a villain. A true believer in the Fire Nation cause. Which can make her a hard character to redeem.

Azula has several noteworthy characteristics. She is loyal first and foremost to her nation. Putting herself at great risk for its profit, think of her powerless defending her father on the Day of Black Sun. She also thinks of the group before herself. It has been noted that when she talks of what she is doing it is in the vain of what is best for the Fire Nation.

She is also a hard worker. Tirelessly perfecting her bending if it is anything less then perfect. She is intelligent, thinking of new and innovative ways to tackle a problem. All are often characteristics we associate with good or heroic characters.

While she is undeniably mean to her friends and brother it is not in such an uncommon manor. And let’s face it. She’s a teenager. People do kind of suck around that age. And an asshole is not an uncommon character flaw for a hero to receive.

Yet it can’t be denied that she is in fact a villain. She believes in the good of what the Fire Nation is doing. A child soldier who sought out and eliminated what she believed was the greatest threat to her nation. An imperialist who captured Ba Sing Se for the glory of her nation. Stomping out what little freedom from the Fire Nation was left. All clearly actions of a villain.

And that is where redeeming her can get difficult. She believes all of those actions she did were heroic. The people in her life praised her for it and celebrated her achievements. Letting her know that those things were truly good and heroic achievements. So for her to get redeemed she needs to learn that it was wrong and bad of her to do those things.

It will take time for her to see that she was wrong. And for her to learn that it would take gentle guidance and prodding. Someone who is willing to work with her to show her the truth. Break her away from all of the bad things she has been taught from birth.

256 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

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glamourbitxh · 2 years

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"Nothing is louder than overthinking after midnight."

- Wiskey, Words & a Showel

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crazywolf828 · 3 years

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#i have very specific playlists depending on the type of fic i want to write #most of them have emotional songs and shit like that #my smut playlist is literally just songs about sex #like from across the board #all different genres #its just banging #i made it originally for my hate sex fic #and thats why it is still to this day titled #blame it on the wiskey #everytime i hear a song and im like oh it has a neat sound and its about banging #we just slap it in there #of course i curate it when i get bored of certain songs #don't mind me

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bacteriophag3 · 3 years

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bleh i could not write somethin good today im sorry

i forgor how to write 💀

Hank trudged into 2BDamned’s makeshift medbay, letting out a miserably dramatic sigh. 2BDamned swivled around in his seat to assess the situation as Hank wobbled over to the metal table they had sat on so many times with a huff.

“I assume you’re not terribly injured if you’re putting on such a show,” sneered the not-doctor. Hank glared at him, then shrugged off his stained jacket to reveal a few bullet holes and a gaping knife wound that stretched around his midriff.

“Jebus Christ Hank,” 2BDamned sighed, rubbing his eyes as he shut his computer. He wasted no time getting supplies, darting around the room grabbing who knows what from crevices and corners. Hank peeled off his shirt, tossing it on the floor haphazardly. 2BDamned pulled up a stool, placing a small first aid kit on the table next to Hank. His fingers fidgeted as he took a closer look at Hank’s newest wounds.

‘You here to oggle me or fix me up?’ Hank signed “I’m not oggling you. I’ve seen you naked more than you have yourself, Wimbleton.” ‘Pervert’ “Do you want me to stitch you or not? Because we both know how god awful your job at it is.” Hank didn’t snap back at that one, earning a snicker out of the dissenter. 2BDamned worked like a macine, sewing up Hank was basically muscle memory at this point. He quickly wrapped up his work, taking off his gloves with a sigh as Hank slid off the table with a grunt.

“You’ve been awfully tense lately, Hank.” “What of it,” Hank grumbled, surprising 2BDamned. The mercenary rarely talked, and even when they did it was never more than a short whisper. Even when they and 2BDamned were alone, he could barely get a peep out of them unless he flooded them with questions.

“Well, I just wanted to know if you’d like to stay here the night? You’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off lately. And… I haven’t really gotten to see you as much…” Hank felt a pang at that one. They knew 2B rarely ever said how he actually felt, and was usually one to make excuses to hide his real motives. There was no harm in staying, they decided. They did need it.

Hank nodded, and although 2BDamned had his mask on, they could tell he was smiling. “I’ll get the booze,” he grinned. ‘You found booze? How?’ Hank questioned, tilting their head. Any kind of alcohol was as rare as diamonds in Nevada, since the A.A.H.W. soldiers tended to hoarde any of it they could find. “I have my ways,” 2BDamned said, which only made Hank raise his eyebrow further.

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The two sat side by side in a part of the building that was half crumbled, allowing a view of the star-studded sky. 2BDamned had rested his head on Hank’s shoulder, taking swigs of wiskey straight from the bottle. He handed the bottle to Hank, who took a long sip before handing it back.

Hank had at first taken these small moments for granted. They were a man who always had to be on the move, always had to be doing something, going somewhere, never stopping. But 2BDamned forced them to slow down- which they abhored at first- but grew to yearn.

Hank eyed the dissenter, admiring his every feature. His chapped lips, pulled and stretched into mangled mountain ranges of scars that tapered off at the end of his jaw, his soft, peppered hair that barely brushed his shoulders- Hank could stare at him for hours. 2BDamned’s lidded eyes met Hank’s gaze. Hank nearly melted under that gaze, but couldn’t look away even if they tried their damn hardest. “Look who’s staring at who now,” 2BDamned scoffed, a soft smile teasing at his lips. Hank huffed and looked away, his cheeks not just warm from the alcohol, which they took from 2B’s hands to have a taste. ‘You’re beautiful. I mean it.’ 2BDamned snorted, looking away with a flustered laugh. “You’re just saying that.”

His tone was playful, but Hank could tell he was genuine behind it. “I… do mean it…” he said, clearing his throat after. The dissenter just let out a sad sigh, more interested in the cold concrete floor than in Hank’s response. Hank growled, setting down the bottle of whiskey before grabbing the small man and pulling him into their lap. “Hank, what the hell-“ 2BDamned started, but was cut off by a kiss. 2B was caught by surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Hank’s neck and sinking into their embrace. Hank pulled away. ‘I love you,’ they signed, ‘and I could… I could stare at you for hours.’ “Simp,” said 2BDamned, holding in a laugh. Hank smacked him on the head with a huff of annoyance. ‘I profess my love to you and you call me a simp. You’re more insufferable then fighting that damn clown.’ “And yet you can’t get enough of me,” 2BDamned grinned, kissing Hank’s neck with a grin. “Urgh,” Hank deadpanned, even though their face was flush red with that simple gesture. 2BDamned laughed, kissing Hank on the cheek. “You seem even more tense then before, Wimbleton,” he teased. “Be quiet, you twink.” “Twink? You’ve been hanging around Deimos too much.” “You jealous?” “Of you choosing to drain years from your life talking to him? Course not.” Hank chuckled.

It was always a victory for 2BDamned to get even a small laugh out of them, and he tried his hardest to make the mercenary laugh whenever he could. He knew full well they needed it.

“How are they doing? Sanford and Deimos, I mean.” Hank cleared his throat once, twice before speaking. “They’re fine… found a nice place to stay… although Deimos called me a bottom last time I visited, so-“ Hank cleared his throat, then coughed. 2BDamned rubbed their back, which they leaned into like a cat. “So I broke his nose.” 2BDamned burst out laughing. “He isn’t even wrong, Hank.” “You- You BARELY top me.” “Because we barely have time to top and be topped Hank. You’re constantly doing something.” “I know. I- should stop. Sometimes. So we can… spend time…” “Hank… it’s fine. I enjoy these moments because of how rare they are. You don’t need something else to worry about. It’s fine. I mean it.” Hank sighed, and pressed his lips against 2BDamned’s. The man quickly returned the kiss, cupping Hank’s face in his rough, scarred hands.

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Hank replayed that moment in their head again as they lie awake in bed late that night, 2BDamned’s small frame curled up in the crook of their arm, bare skin against bare skin. They stared at the ceiling, wondering what they did to deserve this fragile being full of love, before slowly falling asleep.

#2bhank #2bdamned #hank j wimbleton #madness combat #hlfehkrhsllfhhklsghkldklhskhlgldkshghklsghkls #y’know

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eastenderkray · 2 years

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OMG MY FIRST PROPER FANFIC!!

I loved your idea @alfiesolomons-treacle I hope you enjoy this!!

( You thought I would be writing 2 seperate fan fics didn't you? Well how bout some James on Freddie action eh?!)

Go easy on me skilled writers and trained reader cause punctuation ain't my strong suit and niether is proper spelling! I just know words and how to read 'em lol!

I have a facking use for you babes! Delanely x Jackson

Word count: 636. (Warnings: Light smut, Hot men, Mostly likely bad punctuation but I tried!)

Freddie was never interested in men. They never made him hot inside, Never made him hard, and he never wanted to fack one.

James on the other hand had always had an interest in men. It was small at first but he realized over time the meaner the men the better in bed.

Freddie was in no rush even though he was late. He was walking a bit faster than usual making his heart pound gently. He looked down to his watch when suddenly he crashed into a tower of a man!

The man grabbed his arm and pulled him back to his feet. The man looked stowic but a small grin rested upon his face. Freddie felt his heart get faster." Fack was you doing walking into me like that?!" He boomed.

The mans face lights up." Mnn, You were the one not paying attention. You should not talk to me that way." Freddie inched a bit closer. His face red but not out of anger.

A slight annoyance crept over him." Fack off!" He brushed past the man. Why was he wearing so much black? He was facking hot! Fuck is I thinking?!

All these thoughts flooded his head, He was just glad he would never have to see that bastard again.

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1 month has gone by since Freddie has last since the man in black. He had frankly forgot about him and their little encounter! All he wants to do is get away from Jackie and the kids for a bit. So he sits, Holding a glass of wiskey and watching the stripper with big bare tits twirl round the pole. He feels a bit stiff in his pants, He'll phone Patricia soon for a quick fuck.

" Mmmn I rarely enjoy a show but seeing you makes me sit through and suffer."

The low growl makes Freddie jump a bit, He looks over to his left. The man in black, Legs crossed with one hand on his right thigh. The mans gloved pinky caressing his own upper thigh only makes his stiffy grow bigger." Fuck you doing here?!" Freddie shout whispers. He would normally yell but he doesn't want to draw attention to himself for once in his life for a reason he doesn't understand!

" Your pretty face is not forgetable. Now, I have a use for you." The man in black grabs the front of Freddies belt and pulls him up. Freddie struggles to break free. He would be free by now usually!! Fucksake he's done! After a few feet he throws his fist at the mans nose. It breaks but the man manages to get him out of the club.

They are both sweaty and exausted. The man in black pins Freddie on the red brick wall. Securing his feet onto Freddies and cuffing his wrists with his abnormally large hands he growls." My name is James, I know yours is Freddie." Freddies heart begins to thump as heavy as a drum, He wants to headbut this James fucker but instead he lets out a struggled strong." You fuck off, J-James."

James smiles and eases his grip off of Freddie. Freddie begins to laugh before shoving James away into the street. James can see right through that tough exterior though, He can see past the laughs, He can see all the way to his very prominet errection.

He walks up to Freddie still having a nervous laughing fit before seizing Freddies stiffy in his hand. Freddie stops laughing, His eyes open wide. He points a finger into James face." Get your hand off my cock or bend over so I can shove it where it sunshine don't shine babes."

James was a giver as much as Freddie is, " Mmmmn we'll take turns." James thought to himself as his cock became errect....

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To be continued!

( I will take requests for the next chapter so send 'em in!! )

#tom hardy #freddie jackson #manxman #james delaney #tom hardy fanfiction #fanfic

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m3dardas · 2 years

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i just binge read all of wiskey sour and i am so truly madly deeply in love with your writing skills your work is so amazing <3

aweeeee thank you so much!! honestly, writing whiskey sour was so much fun. i’m really glad you liked it eeeeekkk!!!! <3

#col speaks #thanks for binging my mini series :D

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rosesweetchild · 3 years

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Takano

So the backstory is that on the lame sihjr server @wiskeycolawine72838 wrote about her greatest dream being feeding and nourishing Ritsu and it was just beyond sweet. Then @literally-ritsu wrote something else about her dream mimicing Wiskey's style and my first thought was okay yes let's write about my dream being to hack and slash Takano. And then maybe it was becuase I've been watching the Fruits Basket reboot and how Rin really reminds me of Takano but I started thinking about what my dream for him would actually be and I ended up with this: If somebody asks me what my greatest dream is (well not my greatest dream because that would involve Trifecta) I want to be able to adopt Masamune when he was a kid and love him unconditionally and teach him how relationships work and how to respect people and how to also love yourself because without that you can't love someone else. Takano Masamune. I love you Masamune.

#Takano Masamune #saga masamune #neglected boy #relatable upbringing

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ggukjinn · 4 years

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hi, I really like your writing! I was wondering if you could do a songfic to the song “Congratulations” by Hamilton for Kousuke, maybe Nol going to defend you after finding out that his brother cheated on you. You can delete this if this doesn’t make sense.

Webtoon Masterlist | Masterlist/Rules

CHARACTER :: Lookism, I love Yoo, Kousuke Hirihara

GENRE :: angst

PROMPT :: request above!

WARNING :: mentions of cheating, cursing, angst

NOTE :: yes you may! this was fun to make. I hope this really satisfies you! I decided to make it a little different, hearing the song, I made it where the lyrics will be in italics, meaning from time to time they’ll say the lyrics. If you don’t like it you can request again and I’ll redo it!

You really didn’t want to believe it, but seeing it there in big bold letters it was truly hard to ignore. All different articles wording it differently but all meaning the same thing.

“Who’s the mysterious lady leaving a hotel with Kousuke Hirahara?!”

“Mysterious lady seen around the red light district with the Hirahara heir”

“Has Kousuke left his 5 year wife for a new lady?”

“Cheating scandal for the Hirahara heir”

“Kousuke’s new side chick! Upgrade or downgrade?”

“Kousuke Hirahara leaving a hotel with a mysterious woman”

This was truly damaging to your health and to your mentality.

All you did was replaying the video over and over again. Slowly coming to an agreement with yourself.

This made you let out a laugh while releasing an ugly cry. You didn’t hear the door to your private home open.

You finally came into a realization, all the sudden cold shoulders, missed calls, late returns, the jumpy attitude any time you’d appeared over his shoulder.

You felt arms wrapped around you. You looked up to see it was Nol. Already knowing that you didn’t have to hold back, you let out everything you were holding in. All your emotions being bottled in.

All anger, frustration, and depression was being let out, no longer being held inside of your body, finally spilling everything you’d been feeling for the past month.

Nol was pissed. He was livid. Thinking on how could someone like his brother treat you like this. Treat you like some scum. You were more than some piece of meat.

He settled you down on your bed after holding you through your meltdown. He walked toward your phone seeing his mother, father, your friends, and family members ask you if you were okay. His parents even going out as apologizing for his behavior.

It didn’t surprise him when he didn’t see his dear old brothers message, nothing.

Not one message at least explaining himself or apologizing.

He placed your phone back down on silence. He wanted you to rest, not waking up by there constant buzzing sound of your phone.

It didn’t help his anger when first seeing the positive pregnancy test on your dresser. He clutched it with so much anger. Kousuke didn’t deserve you.

It didn’t help when he arrived at his car that he saw Kousuke already publish a response. Reading through all of them, no once did he even make a public apology to you. He knew, that he was going to set him straight.

“Kousuke publishes a length response to backlash.”

“The Hirahara heir publishes a explicit response on sns.”

“Kousuke made a response in a matter of second. Responding to cheating scandal”

Through words or fists.

It wasn’t a surprise to see his own brother in his home surrounded by wiskey with his hands in his hair, not even bothering to look up.

“Kousuke.” He said grabbing his brothers attention.

“Congratulations.” Yeonggi said while making it obvious that he wasn’t here to comfort his brother and was here to stand by your side.

“You have invented a new kind of stupid. A damage you can never undo' kind of stupid, an open all the cages in the zoo' kind of stupid. Truly, you didn't think this through? kind of stupid.” Yeonggi said pulling up the WMZ article where it’s a written article writing on Kousuke’s response to his scandal.

“You took a rumor, and published a response by sharing an affair to everyone in the world.” He said laughing at his pitiful brothers expression to his comment. Glaring up towards him making sure Kousuke heard every word that would come out of him.

“I begged you to take a break, you refused to, so scared of what your enemies will do to you. You're the only enemy you ever seem to lose to. You know why Hansuke can do what he wants? He doesn't dignify school-yard taunts with a response!” Yeonggi said by mentioning Kousuke’s cousin and making sure he understood his point.

“You've redefined your legacy.” Yeonggi said, he was going to say something more before he was cut off by his brother. “I sacrificed my name and pride by telling the world what really happened.” Said Kousuke standing up facing his brothers glare, wanting to voice his opinion out towards his younger brother.

“Sacrifice....” he said muttering to himself while clenching his fists. He was irritated. How would he know what was sacrificing. More like using this time to clear his name from the harsh comments.

“I languished in a loveless marriage in London. I lived only to imagine what it would be to be in her arms.” Yeonggi said having his expression go from anger to a sadden frown.

“Nol...” Kousuke said trying to approach his younger brother. Hearing how he felt. What was his true feelings.

Yeonggi stepped back from his brother slapping his hand away. Glaring up to his older brother. “I'm not here for you.”

“I know Y/N like I know my own mind. You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. And a million years ago she said to me this one's mine. So I stood by. Do you know why? I love her more than anything in this life. I will choose her happiness over mine every time.” Yeonggi said finally letting out the tears he was holding in this whole time, finally seeing her pain, seeing how damaging this was.

Yeonggi would say if things were different, if he’d had the chance he’d go back in time and tell you how he truly felt. Maybe then he’d share many wonderful memories with you. Maybe then the both of you would be happily in London with Yeonggi’s kid.

“Y/N-“ Yeonggi said taking a pause to catch his breath and to calm himself down before he does something rash out of anger and spiet. “Is the best thing in our lives. So never lose sight of the fact that you have been blessed with the best wife. Congratulations. For the rest of your life. Every sacrifice you make is for Y/N. Give her the best life. Congratulations” he said catching breath.

Yeonggi started to walk away before he stopped, he didn’t even bother facing Kousuke, if he saw his face he wouldn’t hold back the bed to punch his face.

“I know it’s not my place to say this but. You really screwed up. Good luck explaining this scandal to your child whenever they ask you about this.” Yeonggi said walking out of his home before slamming the door.

Before Kousuke could stop his younger brother from leaving he already left. He stood there in shock.

You were pregnant.

This was something you always wanted.

It finally sunk in.

Kousuke fell to his knee’s, letting his tears flow out. It finally came to a realization to him that he lost your trust. And lost your trust in letting him see his child.

He wanted to fix this.

But he knew he was too late.

#Webtoon #webtoon #webtoon comic #webtoon x reader #webtoon i love yoo #i love yoo #i love yoo kousuke #kousuke hirahara #x reader #webtoon boys #kousuke hirahara x reader #oneshot #request

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onlyfangz · 5 years

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Due to the new Pokemon game

Since Scottish people and culture seems to be coming into the spotlight recently, here’s a few things you should know (Alternative title: Facts About Scotland):

- We are “Scots”, with one ‘t’, not two, and we’re definitely not “Scotch”, which is considered rude to call someone in most parts, and in others are considered a slur. Scotch refers to Scottish products. See: Scotch Wiskey, Scotch Tablet, etc., Singular is “Scot”. So, “He is a Scot.”

- You don’t need to tell us that you don’t understand our language. It’d be like if I saw a post wrote in Italian and I said, “Lol what does this say”. Like obviously, I don’t speak Italian, no need to comment on it.

- You also don’t need to tell us that you do understand our language. Again, it’d be like me reading a post in German (let’s pretend I can speak more than a few words in German for a sec) and I said, “Oh wow! I understand this!”

- Don’t try and write or speak in our language. Chances are no-one will have any clue of what you’re talking about.

- We don’t say “fockin”. Nobody says fockin.

- Or “fookin”.

- It’s just fucking. Fuckin’ if you must.

- Scots has a lot of intricate rules. Sometimes two words or variations means the same thing, but can only be used in certain contexts. “Ye” and “Ya” mean “You”, but where “Ye cannae dae that, ya dobberhied,” makes sense, “Ya cannae dae that, ye dobberhied” does not.

- We are not brash, rude, crass, uncivilized, barbaric, constantly drunk, angry, unintelligent, etc.,

- Yes we do have TV, it was a Scottish person who invented it.

- In fact, you’ve got Scottish people to thank for for: pedal bikes, the pneumatic tyre, the steam engine, penicillin, the pemalis wave energy converter, the hot blast oven, hollow pipe drainage, the telephone, postage stamps, postcards, universal time, the first ever english book on surgery, sherlock holmes, peter pan, modern economics, modern sociology, hypnotism, modern geology, the discovery of saturn’s rings, the decimal point, the Gregorian telescope, the discoveries of the properties of carbon dioxide, the pyroscope, identifying the nucleus in cells, the ground work for the incandescent lightbulb (thought thomas edison did that on his own, did you?), criminal fingerprinting, the very first cloned mammal, the world’s first tractor beam, the shot put, the hammer throw, curling, ice hockey, the saline drip, the hypodermic syringe, understanding transplant rejection, using the ultrasound to diagnose, identifying the mosquito as the carrier of malaria, the typhoid vaccine, discovering insulin, the HPV vaccine, fire engines, the discovery of TB treatment, the development of beta-blocker drugs, the glasgow coma scale, the glasgow anxiety scale, the glasgow depression scale, the fridge, the toaster, flushing toilets, the waterproof macintosh jackets, the kaleidoscope, the lawnmower, the electric clock, the bank of england and france, the game grand theft auto, forbes magazine, the new york herald, and paintball.

- So the question isn’t does Scotland have (x), it’s do you?

- Glasgow is pronounced “Glass-go” or “Glaz-go”, not “Glass-cow”.

- Edinburgh is pronounced “Ed-in-bruh”.

- Loch is pronounced with a soft “ck” noise, not with a hard “ck.” (It’s not “Lock”.)

- No I haven’t seen the Loch Ness Monster, I don’t even live near Loch Ness.

- Nessie isn’t the only Loch Monster. She has a sister, Morag.

- Now for a round of “Is it true?”

- “Does Scotland hate England?” A lot of us do, some of us don’t.

- “Does Scotland hate Ireland?” A lot of us don’t. I haven’t met anyone who does.

- “Are Scotland and Ireland the same?” No.

- “Do Scottish people type in their accents?” No, we type in our language.

- “Does Haggis taste good?” Depends who you ask. My personal answer - yes, I like it. Chances are you won’t.

- “Is Haggis made out of sheep guts?” No. It’s made out of sheep liver, heart, and lungs. It’s not disgusting, it’s just animal product and you need to chill out about it.

- “Are Celts Scottish?” Celts are Scottish, and also Irish, Welsh, Cornish, Breton, and Manx.

- Celtic and Celtic are two different things in Scotland. One has a hard “Ck” noise at the beginning of it, but the other has a “S” noise (Sell-tic). K-ell-tic refers to people, Sell-tic refers to a football club.

- Not all of Scotland is rough. A lot of it is actually quite nice.

- The Highlands are not mystical. It’s nice scenery if you like a bunch of mountains, but there’s not much going on up there.

- If someone is the King/Queen of Scotland, it means that they’re King/Queen of the land, but if someone is the King/Queen of Scots, it means they’re King/Queen of Scottish People. It’s a very hard distinction, and the reason why you’ll hear “Mary, Queen of Scots”, “Robert The Bruce, King of Scots”, but not “Queen Elizabeth II, Queen of Scots”.

- A lot of people don’t like the monarchy, so don’t ask us if we’ve ever had tea with the Queen or whatever you like to ask.

- Even though we’re working on it, we are still British. So if a Scottish person tells you they’re British they know what they’re talking about and do not need you to “correct” them. Britain refers to the four nations: Scotland, England, Wales, and N. Ireland.

- Britain has no culture. You’re thinking of English culture.

- There is a British accent. 43 of them to be exact. None of them are more British than the other.

- The North of England gets treated as badly as all of Scotland by the South of England.

- Scotland did not vote for Brexit, but if all of Scotland voted against something, and all of London voted for something, London would win by an estimated 3 million margin. (And that’s off population alone, numbers would vary due to voter eligibility.)

- Scotland is heavily liberal, with free college, free health care, is the only country in the world to give free sanitary products in schools and other public places, and is the only country in the world where LGBTI+ education is mandatory and part of the curriculum. (Other countries do give LGBTI+ education, but in no country is it mandatory.)

- In conclusion: don’t be an asshole.

#scotland #scottish #scottish facts #pokemon

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benedictsvestcollection · 4 years

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Btw shoutout to @absurdthirst who’s writing me a Wiskey/plus size reader fic for me... For my birthday!

#about me #personal shit #Agent Whiskey #Pedro Pascal

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goldenswan · 4 years

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Diary #2

Sunny morning and enjoyable coffee. Today was quite relaxing. No calls to ring, no big news to be rushed to me, no person in need of training. I've received some new gifts too. The one i am the most grateful is a beautiful set of oil colors. I've played with them during the day working on beautiful sunrise. Such a productive day made have such a good mood that i started preparing for the job a bit earlier this time. The dress for tonight was a long, close-fitting, backless dress made of with a deep blue velvet. Today i hade chosen a diamond necklace as my main accessory.

The bar opened like any other evening. People came and go. Jungwoo sent me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers, again, which only meant today is friday. I wish i've could more but i can't apreciate men like him. His effort is something to be admired. But until he will be able to be more upfront with his desire for me it won't work. Come here, show yourself in front of me if you truly want me to see you as a man, do not just hide behind small gifts, like any man i've just worked with. I wish for the time you will actually be able to do it, maybe you might be able to change my heart but curently you're just one of my admirers, nothing more, nothing less.

Anyway, the day still went its own way.

From the people i chitchat with to the ones i've eavesdropped from what i learnt it seems that the new drug which showed up on the blackmarket is actually more dangerous than it looked at the first sight. It spreads like a virus, and big dossages makes people lose sense of themselves for bigger amounts of time, some actually don't recall but there have been some acts of violence because of them. The addiction grows bigger too after each usage. We need a deeper investigation. Our bussinesses might suffer but also win from it, if we play it right. We might need to get the cooking recipe from the source itself. We will need a plan.

The night passed easily this time. No callamities this time. But even if they would have appeared I have a small protector this time. It's actually a cute feeling to have someone here, but still, not healthy at all for him. He doesn't even consume alcohol but he stayed and watched me for the whole night. I do understand the loneliness he has, i had it too. Living in an orphanage will always be harsh on a young mind. I let him sleep at my place from time to time, when he wants to talk, having my couch free, but still, he has his dorm room and friends of his age now. It was cute in the past but he shouldn't always just come to me. I don't want to break him. I feel flattered by him but still that's not how he should live. He's at the age where he should hang out more with his teammates, train with them and prepare for anything that might appear, maybe it's my fault for babying him too much when he first joined. Sorry Jisung, I need to be more cold and push you for a bit. It will hurt but it has to be done, towards many people around me, i can let only one person to rely on me, even with him i have doubts. But... how many times have i already wrote this but didn't actually put it into action. I've became too soft. I wonder, how much my past self would laugh seeing me like this. I can already hear the inflexions in her voice while calling me weak. In my voice, i am still her and she is me, i need to stop from putting boundaries to myself. But... It's still sad.

In the past I proclaimed myself as a man-eater, a cold woman who would stomp on any men that would show in my way, trying to lead me, fools that have been played. Now i desire more and more to belong in the heart of somebody, to truly be loved and love him too. Who is the fool now? Maybe i played myself or maybe this was always in my heart but only now i finnaly see it and admit it.

After all, look at you, the one who in the past woudn't even give a second chance of a man to talk to her now just as easily prepares the glass of wiskey to a man even before he reaches the club, even when you know it well he might not show up, again, just to jug it yourself when you have to close.

Open relationships are strange, i loved them in the past. They were the part that build my freedom mentality, but now i feel getting myself tangled with feellings that would only boast somebody's greed and ego. Getting all the attention i want, no need to actually give it back without a price or having any responsibility on anyone's feellings, flirting easily, getting any gift i wish just by pointing to it, thrill to step on a man heart, crushing him, only to give him a drop of hope after it, feeding the hungry eyes with my love but only by my rules, having a new expensive dress each night, i was living for these in the past. Now? I'm not sure anymore if this lifestyle.

Maybe i got old or got out of shape that i don't enjoy it as before, the wiskey glasses seems too get more sweeter too each time i drink another one of his, or maybe it's cause i use his glass, a small indirect kiss. How funny, only a teen would feel so naive at heart to dream like that, but this is my first time actually experiencing, ironic. Each piece of ice melts one day, maybe yours too will happen at the right time with the right person.

Ah, the right time, when I close my eyes and just let the memomries play again and again in my head. Him coming to the bar. The hard day being seen in his tired eyes, making me want to hug him and take all that heaviness away. His hand going up to loose his tie while he takes the glass that was already waiting him with the other free hand. A small smirk taking shape on his face because of me reading his mind.

I liked that. Just to stare at him while the low soothing music plays in the background. The dim lights kinda painting his features, sculpting his face and becoming a breathtaking piece of art to my eyes. Everything dragging me closer to him, being tempted by his tainting eyes and small sparkles within them, just like losing track of the time by simply staring at the night sky, dark, silent, mysterious. I always wondered what new sercrets took place again in his heart. Making his eyes getting darker and darker each time i see him. I fear that light that keeps fading might really dissapear some day, or worse, i will just let myself be eaten by it, his own darkness, together with him, getting myself covered in his own black. Romantic but tragic too. Tempting myself to just forget and lose myself in him. I can still picture it right. My attention would fall easily on his hands. Taking his coat off, raising his shirt sleeves up. Seeing his beautiful neck and adam's apple dance each time he would take a gulp from the wiskey. A small sound leaving his beautifull lips, together with a deep breath exhaled, relieving any tension from his body. His eyes locking on mine while his hand is traveling easily through his hair. I take my time, letting myself be mesmerized by each part. Soon my eyes travel again to his hands, each small detail that is elegantly decorating them, each vein pulsating from his blood rushing, how many stories can he write on me with those.

My own hands wish they would be his while i caress myself, letting my imagination run wild. Traveling and hugging each side of my body. Wishing to melt again in his touch. Feeling a rougher grasp but also gentlier feather like glide. Hearing his growls playing sweetly in my ears while i feel each part of him tensing stronger and stronger, his chest rising and lowering in the same rythm with mine, never allowing to catch my breath, selfishly drowing each of my moan i wish to let out with his mouth. The highs and lows i fell fought until we got closer and closer, relivieng with eachother climax and getting deeper into our desire with each new session. Open towards each raw fantasy we had. Embracing each shade of color we would have had it hidden. I might have learned how to work my body the best way but it's been too long not to crave for his way of loving me. His kisses and moans, the passion and hunger that he is able to pour into me, making me forget about any other woman that shared his bed in his travels. Making me forget about any man that took out a bit of my loneliness while he was away. I crave you, i need to see you showing up late at night, to enjoy eachother's silence while we get through our work and simply sharing in each other eyes the desire that only this walls will know it after i close. To scream your name and hear you calling mine. Doyoung, i swear i hate myself for it, but after so long away, i cannot lie, i do miss you.

All of this, because of her. She changed a bit of me, she made me see the beauty of such love, whishing to have it my own, to feel through my whole, she changed all of us, and her accident even more after it. I still have sour taste in my mouth looking back at it.

The only thing i could actually do was to show my support, which i am faithfully still doing it for you, my beloved brother. Even though i know you've strayed away from the man you wanted to be. I know you are aware of it. I know you won't allow me or anyone to get you out of this hell. You only wish to be watched. You wish for everyone to see and experience the purifying fire you want to unleash. Taeyong, you might have supporters on this dream, but, why i feel this is only a mission fueled by the guilt and resentment, a guilt you should actually share it with us, so we can all grieve fully, so you can heal. Cause while i look to the story that you plan i only see an ugly ending. I know i should let you do it, but you leaving me, is a selfish thought that i would never want to happen. I will support you, but i will also be sure somebody will stop you. You need a wake up call. Has the promise you made for your grandfather been forgotten.

I need to go back to church, i can only pray for you. Pray for you that for each night you visit my place and let out all your cries of guilt and desperation burried deep indside it will be enough to just be with you. Going together through this, trying to lift a bit of your heavy cross, even if it will mean making mine push me harder to ground.

I need time, time to find the right solution to make you keep going until a new light will show at your end of tunnel. Please don't leave me so soon my dear brother. I love you too much to see you turning away. Hope my own cry will be heard one time by somebody and hope you will truly understand that what i will do, it will be for your own good. Until then, i will need to keep working and become stronger, for the two of us. I will bring it back that life, we will be like the old times, when we were together, playing family. I will keep you strong. This time i won't allow myself to be weak, to anyone, not even to the ones i love.

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jakobscrest · 4 years

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bout to be writing up a red/dead verse because THINGS.

here’s some basics that i’ll make into something coherent later:

wainwright is the sole heir to his father’s fortune. his mother passed of an unknown illness a few years back his father was recently killed by some marauders, leaving wainwright suddenly flush with cash his family manufactures some of the most accurate guns on the market-- they’re pricey but damn worth it. the gunpowder they use has the distinctive odor of fine wiskey. winny is gay but keeps it on the DL because he’s not lookin’ to get himself hanged. he’s got connections in louisiana and family in the bayou.

he shoots as straight as he is.

#;;out of ammo [ooc]

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lyra-cassiopeia-lestrange · 4 years

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some facts about me

- Due to my parents being well...My parents i had to change my last name to my mothers maiden name, mainly to avoid trouble.

-so I legally am Lyra Cassiopeia Black, However i personally like to my surrname and the power it has behind it.

- I love animals, and care of magical creatures is my fave subject.

- I take divination, not because I believe all of that shit but more cause its fun and the teachers are always fucking nuts.

- I can’t stand Snape he is a CUNT and, I do not give a shit about how the malfoy’s hold him to a high regard. He sucks and his dick probably small.

- I do like potions tho, not the best at it but i love doing it.

- People have describe me as foul mouth. sometimes it gets me in trouble but it makes life more interesting.

- Cunt and fuck are my fave to say. However i like calling people twats too

- can’t play wizard chess to save my live.

- i do not play Quidditch but i love flying.

- Regarding the previous fact my favorite team is Falmouth Falcons and of course the slytherin house team.

-After being taken in by the malfoy’s i grew very close to my aunt, however we do butt heads a lot this it due to my moral compass. or my lack there off...

- I feel more connected to my Black family roots,i even the family motto Toujours Pur tattooed on me.

-Tattoos are my thing, I adore them. want a dark mark tattooed on my sternum.

- I’d love to learn french.

- While i do have a certain distaste for muggles i do think that some of their inventions could benefit the rewarding race.

- can’t deal with muggles but danm do i like the movies they make.

- also I like the worms on a sting, I like to enchant them. They are fun.

- I look up a lot to my mother, my father is okay. He is just a stern man with very little personality.

- sometimes i sneak fire wiskey in to my thermos... Well almost every day actually. For fuck sake snape is my head of house.

- Probably fucked up but i kinda have a thing for Fenrir Greyback. I don’t know he is grotesque and repulsive, and yet there is somthing about him that drives me crazy.

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So i was writing the backstory for my oc, but my pc crashed so now i lost all the text cause my dumb ass forgot to save. However here are some fun facts about my oc :)

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