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johnnie-guilberts-eyeliner · 4 months

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Pls I love this idea sm thank you anon!

[I probably won't be answering asks in order, I'll most likely just do them as the ideas come to me, but I'll try to get them all done!]

Johnnie X Fem!reader (she/her pronouns used) (and jake and tara are still dating here!)

Context you and johnnie have been dating a little over two years. You live w him and Jake webber.

Today you wake up in your shared bed with johnnie, him still sleeping. You turn over and watch him sleep peacefully, not trying to be creepy. He's just genuinely so beautiful in his sleep and he looks so peaceful. You tuck a strand of his hair behind his pierced up ear and kiss him. This wakes him and he kisses back sweetly and passionately. "Good morning sweetheart" you greet him as he groggily tells you "good morning y/n" before smiling at you and kissing you again. Just then your closest friend in LA, tara yummy (also a fellow youtuber) Burst through the door yelling "ITS NEW YEARS EVE BITCHES, WERE GOING TO A PARTY AND YOU WHORES NEED TO GET READY" she laugh yells at johnnie and you before blowing yall a kiss and leaving the room to get yourself ready. Leaving you and johnnie to laugh for a moment before getting up and starting to get ready. You decide on matching outfits. Johnnie is wearing a white dress shirt, his pinned black leather jacket, black pants with white designs, leather boots and chain for his pants and his normal black eyeliner and eyeshadow. You are wearing a cropped white band shirt, with a short black leather skirt w a chain, fishnets, heeled leather boots, and a black leather jacket with studs and spikes on it. You both have your normal rings and other jewelry on. You straightened your hair and curled a couple pieces before doing your normal makeup/eyeliner with glitter. You snap a picture of your matching new years outfits and post it to your Instagram story. You both walk out of your shared room to find jake and tara ready to go and sitting on the couch. "OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS LOOK SO GOOD AAAH IM OBSESSED" tara squeals as she snaps a picture of you two sends it to you. You laugh before telling her "thank you boo, you look mighty fine today as well i should add" you look at tara as she does a little spin and laughs. Jake watched the interaction and says to johnnie "what's the point of having girlfriends if they just flirt w each other" they both laugh before starting to walk out the door. The girls following suite. Jake's driving, Tara's in the passenger seat with you behind her and johnnie behind jake. "So who's hosting the party this year" you ask jake as he drives. "Sam and colbys this year, since we went to kian and jcs last year" jake says keeping his eyes on the road, then hooking his phone up to the aux and playing a random playlist.

*timeskip a while later*

Everyone is enjoying themselves at the party drinking, smoking, vaping and generally just vibing. Johnnie is by your side the whole night with his fingers intertwined into your fishnets and a drink in the other hand. You and johnnie get many comments and compliments on your matching outfits which makes your heart flutter.

*another timeskip*

Your now sitting on the couch with johnnie next to you. Your leg swung over his, one of his hands on your thigh and the other holding his jack and coke. You take your hand and pull his face to meet yours, pecking his lips. He responded by pecking yours again. Just then you get a text message notification from tara and it's a picture of you and johnnie, literally 2 second ago, kissing. You look up from where you are and see her smiling directly at you two before flashing a thumbs up and continuing doing what she was doing.

As midnight approaches you and johnnie observe everyone getting drunker and drunker, like jake and Kian are currently fighting over a cupcake. Couldn't explain how or why that's happening but it is. You watch the time and see that it's 5 minutes away from midnight. Everyone gathers in the living room with their drinks and/or smoking / vaping device and start counting down. By this Point you and johnnie are now stood up, side by side, hand in hand in the crowd of people.

"5..." they start counting down

"4..." as each second goes by johnnie inches closer to you, his drank sat down somewhere he'll probably forget.

"3..." his arms creep up your thighs to sit comfortably on your waist and he holds eye contact with you

"2...." his gaze is so intense as you snake your hand to hold his face and the other to lay comfortably on his shoulder

"1..." you kiss each other with such passion and love as the countdown ends and all the drunk and high people are cheering and throwing confetti and glitter everywhere. You and johnnie stay kissing for a while longer than you intended. Allowing tara to snap yet other picture of you two, sending it to you again.

After the countdown, people almost immediately start leaving and piling into their cars and ubers. You took Jake's keys hours ago because he's way to drunk to drive and so is tara. Johnnie helps lead the drunk jake out the door and to the backseat of his car, a drunken tara following who is just mumbling and rambling on sits next to jake in the back, laying on his shoulder when she gets in. Johnnie then joins you up front in the passenger seat, pecking your lips before buckling his seat belt.

*yet another timeskip. Youre now at you, Jake's, and Johnnie's. *

You decided tara is spending the night bc she's too drunk to function on her own. After taking care of the drunk couple and making sure they get to bed, you and johnnie resign to your shared room where you both quickly change clothes and crawl into bed together. You laying on Johnnie's chest.

"Happy new year my love" you tell him as you kiss him "happy new year pretty girl" he responds before kissing you again and cuddling into you. This is the way you both end up falling asleep. Which you couldn't be more happy about.

(Lmk if you enjoyed and happy new year everyone!)

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert fanfic #johnnie guilbert fic #johnnie guilbert request

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shamelessfaceless · 26 days

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Love, Pain, Death, Repeat II

Navigation | Marvel Masterlist | Part I

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader, Billy and Tommy Maximoff x Mom!Reader, Agatha Harkness x F!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Why can't you understand? You were hers, and you will always be hers. You are her solemate. What you don’t understand?

Warnings: Dark!Wanda, mention of cheating, mention of death and suicide, stockholm syndrome (not sure about this one)

Wc: 1550

A/n: Im looking for beta reader (i dont have friends for this😔).

Btw If you saw other post i published before this.. NO YOU DIDNT. It was a dream, and lets keep it that way <333

“Boys, go downstairs, I think mommy doesn't feel very well and I need to take care of her today.” Her voice is soft, opposite of what you heard last time you saw her.

Your kids, you assumed, get off you. One in a green shirt whispered something to the other one, and they started running. They looked like a perfect mix of you and your ex. Something you really wanted to have. Even as you were younger you always wanted to have your prince charming, and few kids. After a few years, the only thing that changed was prince to princess.

“Why I am here? Is this hell?” After learning that Wanda cheated on you, you started feeling like you don’t deserve love or even kids.

“Aren’t you happy? We can have everything we want here! No Natasha, no Vision, no other people we know.” You looked at her disgusted. She made you believe that you’re not enough, and now she wants to build a dream, more like a nightmare to you, about you and her and your kids.

“Why me? Why not him?!” In a second she was next to you, her hand on your mouth.

“Keep that mouth of yours quieter. We Don't want boys to be suspicious, right?” Her green eyes always made you melt, and she kept her hand on your face. You wanted to give in, but decided to push her away. “Behave” She mumbled sitting next to you.

“Tell me, why me? He truly loved you, as much as a bunch of wires could love someone.” She started stroking your hair.

“It was all just about mind stone, it was all that made me interested in him. I needed to understand this, you are my true love.” Tears falling from her eyes. You couldn’t decide if they were real, or she only wanted to make you forgive her.

You faced the wall not wanting to look at her any longer. She left without saying anything more, after a while she came back and left breakfast on the bed. You were scared to eat it. Who knows if she didn't poisoned it. After a few days of staying in the room and only going to the toilet you decided to finally go to the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat and come back to the bedroom. You started learning her routine, most of the day she wasn’t at home. Taking boys to the school, and going straight after that to work. Boys.. Tommy and Billy, you learned their names yesterday, are coming back from school by foot. Wanda always comes back in the evenings. You need to share bed with her. Feeling her hands on your body makes you feel disgusted and at the same time safe.

“Mommy! Do you feel better now?” Little boy asked. You feel teats building in your eyes, as you looked in his own, almost the same color as yours. Every look at boys is tearing down your walls. Every look at them makes you question what you protect yourself from?

“Yeah Tommy, Mommy feels better now. Do you and your brother want something to eat?”

“Mom was giving us money to buy food at and after school.” He confessed. “But.. Today I bought something else.

“ Tom…”

“But wait!” He runned to his room and came back as fast as he could. Holding something behind his back he looked at you with puppy eyes. “Please don’t be mad, I just… I wanted to buy you this! “He gave you a few flowers. Your favorite flowers. “I wanted to make you feel better, and mom told me you love these!”

You wanted to cry really hard. Feeling a knot in your throat you decided to kiss his forehead and take flowers. You put them in the first vase you saw and started searching for things for pancakes.

When Wanda came back home, the first thing that hitted her was the smell, and just a while later boys came running to her, mouths full of food, and telling her you made them pancakes. She smiled nodding at their words. Everything she could think of was you, and how close she must be to finally break you.

Day after day, you were getting closer to the boys. To Wanda you were closer to breaking point. You even started making dinners for boys. For them you even started learning how to cook. After a few weeks of making dinner only for them you also started leaving something to eat for Wanda. You could not talk to her, but you didn't want her to make herself food after a long day of work, and the voice inside your head wanted her to tell you how good your dishes are, how proud of you she is. Today you decided to bake pizza. Boys wanted to help you but it ended up in flour fight.

“And how will I clean it?” You asked looking at Tommy who has all his hair white, and Billy who has his face in white powder.

“Well, mom can help!” Said Billy.

“Well, maybe I can.” Her voice made you shiver. You looked at the clock, she was home earlier. “Boys, go clean yourself before you eat, maybe we can even watch something together.” They hugged her and speeded to the bathroom.

You wanted to call for them to come back. Staying with Wanda in one room was the last thing you wanted to do right now. After the conversation on the first day you woke up here, you never talked. You didn’t want to hear her voice, you were scared. Not only things she could say, but you could actually brake and fall in her arms.

“What do you say sweet girl, want my help?” She gets closer to you. “Or you maybe want to help you also with something else?” You felt her knee between your legs. Oh how long you weren’t touched down there. Knocking on the door saved you from answering. Wanda only huffed and went to see who disturbed her.

“Hey sweetie! I just wanted to ask if you have some sugar. You know, it's late, and all the shops are closed.” After a while an older woman came into the kitchen.

“Love, why don’t you give our neighbor some sugar.” Wanda said. You only nodded. After a few seconds you were handing a stranger a cup of sugar.

“Thanks honey, oh, i forgot to introduce myself, Im Agatha” She said sweetly. You felt hope, maybe she also knows this world is fake. Maybe if you and her get to know each other you could stop Wanda. You saw a spark of hope and didn’t want to give up not now. But Wanda answered faster than you could think about anything you could say.

“And that's Y/N, she's not very talkative, selective mutism.” She lied without stuttering. You hated her almost the same as you loved her. You couldn't fully hate her, everyone but not her.

You looked into the woman's eyes with a pleading look. You didn’t care Wanda could see that, you only hoped Agatha would understand you. Soon the dark haired woman left and Wanda was again next to you. Her face is millimeters of yours.

“What would you say If I give you another child, hm? You weren’t here when boys were small. “Her lips are almost touching yours.”

“Ew! Moms!”

You were glad Billy finally came back. Thanks to your luck for saving you from Wanda twice. Rest of the evening went nice. You fell asleep while watching a movie. Every night you hoped that she would spare you, she would finally give up and let you be free. Oh how wrong you were. Wanda had plans for you, she needed her pretty girl, and no one could change her plans.

Agatha came a few times when Wanda wasn’t at home. You talked to her trying to see if she also knows if this whole world is fake. When you weren’t sure and asked her about this, she said she knew very well about what Wanda did, she wanted to save you. And she tried. You had everything planned, everything seemed so easy. But one day Agatha disappeared. She no longer came to your house, she wasn’t at home. After a few weeks new neighbors moved in.

And the day when you couldn't take it anymore came earlier than you expected. When Agatha wasn't there anymore you lost your last hope. No one could help you. There was no one else knowing about what Maximoff did. When you opened your eyes and saw the mother of your childs getting ready to work you had decided. Slowly going behind her you hugged her.

“Thank you for what you did for us Wands”

#Spotify #marvel #wanda maximoff #lgbtq #lesbian #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff angst #dark wanda maximoff #dark wanda x reader

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delusionalmultifandomwriter · 29 days

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Photosynthesis (fluff)

Luke Castellan x gn!demeter!reader fluff

Prompt: It's spring clean at Camp Halfblood and Luke wants to bath in sun with you

I feel like i haven't posted in forever because i was busy grinding Stardew Valley. But im back so enjoy!!

Spring at Camp Halfblood was always an event. It was time for a deep clean of all cabins and the big house, sweeping the arena and taking care of all the minor things before the majority of the campers arrived for the summer.

As the counselor of the Demeter cabin it was your job to supervise the campers that took care off the strawberry fields. They had to be in top shape before the next season.

Today was one of the first sunny days of the year, even though with the wind it was still a little cold. You were shooing some campers around, most of them being your siblings but Luke also spotted some satyrs and a few unclaimed kids. Castor and Pollux both leaned over rows of strawberries, parting the plants and placing the spare ones into buckets gently.

"Connor, Travis, put that worm down!" You shouted across the strawberry field. The two raven-haired boys where running across the field, stepping on some plants and pestering the other kids with some worms they found in the dirt.

Luke smiled at you as he approached you, taking in the sight of you. You were wearing the orange camp halfblood tshirt, blue jeans and green flipflops. You were giving the siblings a killer gaze which left Luke laughing. He approached you quickly and wrapped his arms around you.

"You need to teach your kids some manners." You growled unhappy. Luke kept you in a tight hug and rocked you around a little. "And you need to take a breath." He mocked, pocking your forehead and rubbing over the angry wrinkles on your forehead.

You huffed and bumped your head into Luke's shoulder before you raised your head and kissed him gently. Luke smiled into the kiss and rubbed his thumbs over your hips.

"You look very pretty today." He whispered. "The spring gives you a nice glow." You smiled in return and couldn't help but to blush a tiny but. "I'm so glad the winter is over." You groaned into his chest. The winter always left you feeling dull and empty.

Luke rubbed your back up and down. "Agreed. I hate seeing you so sad because of it. Now you are blooming again, that's way better." He laughed slightly and you could feel the laugh vibrating in his chest. You grinned up at him but suddenly, there was a distant scream and two laughs. "Oh for heaven's sake." You grumbled angrily and pulled away from Luke.

You jumped over a few strawberry plants and stormed over towards the source of the scream.

Connor and Travis where hiding behind the Athena cabin, a metal bucket with some worms in the between them. Annabeth Chase, one of the younger Athena girls, was ducking away as they threw worms at her.

You growled angrily and raised your hand. One of the closer apple trees bowed down its branches and picked up the two boys by their hoods.

"Whoa, oh no." Travis shouted as he was lifted a few feet into the air. "And what excatly are you two doing here?" You ask sternly but cracked a smile as you saw Annabeth giggling in the distance.

"We were spreading the worm colony." Travis argued quickly. "That's right. So all plants have enough worms and become pretty." Connor added.

You rolled your eyes and let the tree hold them a little higher over the ground. "I am very sure that Annabeth is pretty enough and doesn't need the assistance of some worms." You argued.

Luke appeared behind you and stopped next to you, standing tall with crossed arms and a smirk. "Luke, help! They're being mean." Connor said, suddenly very whiny and you had to hold back a laugh. Luke chuckled and nodded.

"Mhh, sure. Very, very mean. The most evil person we will ever meet." He joked and patted your hair.

"Can you please let us down?" Travis asked with big, innocent eyes. "No." You said unrelenting. "Please!!" They now whined in unison.

"Come on." Luke patted your back encouraging. You rolled your eyes annoyed. "No."

"What if you get a kiss for it?" Luke suggested mischievously. Connor and Travis groaned dramatically. You smirked at Luke. "You know what... it's a deal."

Luke smiled and leaned closer to you, kissing you gently which caused the siblings to make fake gagging noises. Luke pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

"You get another kiss if you let them go now." He whispered. You grumbled unhappy but dropped the Stolls on the floor. They both quickly got up and headed off in a swift pace, turning their heads a few times anxiously which made you laugh.

Luke wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. He let out a pleased sigh and peppered your neck with a few kisses which caused you to giggle. "Brats." You mumbled and leaned back into Luke's embrace.

Luke chuckled. "Don't let them ruin your day. Instead i wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the beach with me and do some photosynthesis?"

You burst out laughing. "You know im not a plant?" You chuckled and turned around to hug Luke tightly. "But i would love to lay in the sun with you."

Luke smiled and hugged you back tightly. "Awesome. See? It's photosynthesis."

You rolled your eyes but smiled widely. "Whatever you say, love."

#my writing #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #demeter reader #gn reader #x reader #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #fluff #the stolls #pre: the lightning thief #no use of y/n

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toniiswrld · 15 days

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{12:54}

cw. smut. dom!wonbin x fem reader, petnames (baby, princess) squirting, unprotected sex, +18 mdni

“keep going, baby” wonbin coos from under you, hand going from under his head to move to your ass, giving you an encouraging slap to get you to move again.

“c-cant” you shake, reesting your hands on his thighs behind you as you slowly try to sink yourself down on him again.

“yes you can” he slaps your ass again, this time gripping the flesh and pushing you down which makes you cry out.

your thighs were on fire. you were a mess, tears running down your face as wonbin made you ride him with no help. he just rested his head in his hands, watching as you struggled. all he would do is complain about how you weren’t moving fast enough, slapping your ass every moment he felt like you were starting to slow down.

he was feeling particularly mean today, using you for his own pleasure while you eagerly chased your own. it was hard, he controlled the pace despite you being on top, and he made sure to make you slow down if you were enjoying it too much. it was all about him right now, you’ll get taken care of later. at least that’s what you told him, you’re not one to keep your word when your brain was fogged up from pleasure.

“thought you wanted to make me feel good princess,” he keeps his voice flat, his face emotionless as he moves his hand up to your chest, taking your nipple between his fingers and pinching the bud slightly. you wince, body halting as you felt overwhelmed by his words mixed with his actions.

“i do!” you could almost cry, the feeling of his cock stuffing you full is leaving you dizzy. “just s’too much binnie, need help”

he sighs, knowing he can’t say no to you at this point, and if you two wanted to cum then he would have to put some work in. he lifts his legs so they’re bent, his cock moving inside you has you whimpering. he brings both his hands to rest on your hips, and he manually moves you on his cock until you can keep up.

“so good for me princess , can you keep up?” he thrusts up into you, your body almost toppling over and you have to stabilize yourself on wonbins chest.

“mhm, feels so good bin” you push back onto him, meeting him in the middle with each thrust of his hips. the burn in your thighs tolerable as wonbin guides you on him, the squelching sound of your cunt swallowing him and the sight of the white pool of your arousal around the base of his cock was enough to have that feeling of his orgasm building up come to him fast.

“gonna cum,” his grip on your hip tightens, his thrusts get faster and he lets his eyes close as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.

you couldn’t speak, you just whine as you bounce yourself on wonbins cock until he’s stilling his hips, shooting his cum deep into you with a groan. his eyes squeeze shut and he holds your waist so tight you can feel it bruising. his orgasm spurs you on, moving your hips frantically as your hand slides down your body to rub your clit.

bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you look at wonbin and how he watches you with blown out eyes, shaking lightly from the overstimulation and he replaces your fingers with his on your clit to help you to your peak.

“shit, cumming, im cumming- fuck!” your orgasm hits you hard, pulling off his cock while his fingers are still on you, quick circles on your clit while you gush on him, soaking his thighs and his sheets with your juices.

shockwaves of your orgasm still shoot through you as you lay on wonbins chest, his hands going to caress you softly, drawing little designs on your back and bringing the other to softly run his fingers through your scalp. you tried to keep your eyes open, but the post orgasm drowsiness was kicking in. wonbin took notice of it, giving you a soft tap on your ass to wake you back up.

“dont get sleepy on me now princess, wanna make you do that again”

was gonna gatekeep this one for a week or two but i would feel bad so here yall go 🙈 it’s unedited so sorry for any errors!

#riize smut #riize hard hours #riize x reader #riize imagines #wonbin smut #wonbin hard hours #wonbin x reader #riize x reader smut #wonbin x reader smut #toniiswrld

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bravo4iscool · 2 months

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Girl, I was thinking... What if quiet/antisocial/social anxiety reader and neighbor! Simon would want to talk to eachother, like, it's something that BOTH OF THEM WANT but they struggle so much to even start a conversation and stay almost forever in the polite "good morning"s, "good evening"s, "good afternoon"s? 😭

this is very simon coded🧍🏼i love this😭

i’m sorry for not posting so long but i had something for this already and then it got deleted🥲

also, i’m in my last weeks of school so it’s a bit stressful but well…

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

simon wasn’t used to being…shy. he was always straight forward, doing what he wants but when it came to you he always found himself chickening out.

you’ve been living in the apartment beside him for years now and every time he wanted to ask you out, he found an excuse not to. it was pathetic, really.

if johnny knew about it he wouldn’t let simon hear the end of it…

whenever he saw you he just wanted to take your hand and finally make you his but, god, it was so hard. why was it so hard?

“good morning,” your warm voice hauls him back to reality and he finds himself dumbly staring himself for a second or two.

when he finally regains the power over himself he gives you a small smile. “morning luv.” his voice his gruff and any other neighbour of his would make sure to leave as quickly as possible but you just smile up at him.

you take out the mail that’s been delivered to you and the words are itching in his tongue but god, he can’t get them out. it’s like something’s holding him back, so he just watches you go through the trash mail and the important envelopes, before you excuse yourself with another smile and leave.

the next time he sees you you’re back from grocery shopping. you give him your usual smile and a small ‘hey’ while you open your door under his watchful eyes.

it would be so easy to ask you to spend the evening today, maybe order take out but once again his lips stay sealed and he bites the inside of his cheek when the door falls shut behind you.

he really was being pathetic, wasn’t he? too afraid to ask you out…

it’s safe to say he’s surprised when there’s a knock in the middle of the night waking him up. his first instinct is to grab his gun and breach his own door but when he peeks through the hole in his door he see’s you.

you’re wearing a robe, eyes anxiously darting around. what was going on? he tucks the gun away, slowly opening the door. “what’s going on luv?”

the moment you see him, a weight falls off your shoulders and you’re so close to crashing into him for a hug but you manage to control yourself.

“hi, this is-“ you nervously chuckle. “this is probably weird but uh, there’s this dude practically stalking me and-“ you don’t need to finish the sentence.

he gently grabs your shoulder and pulls you into his apartment, checking the hallway for any sign of the stalker.

“you okay?” is the first thing he asks, checking you for any type of injury. “you’ve seen ‘im?”

you shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. “no, i- he just sends me messages from time to time.” you swallow, adverting your gaze. this felt weird yet so right.

“i can find out who he is,” simon says, carefully guiding you down his hallway towards his living room.

“oh that’s-“ you don’t finish you sentence. you knew simon was military, that’s why you decided to knock on his door but he didn’t need to do something like…that.

“that’s very kind of you simon,” you smile. “but i think i’ll just, uh, let the police handle this.”

he slowly nods, a bit disappointed you didn’t trust him with that but then again, you knocked on his door in the middle of the night so maybe you did trust him. a little bit at least.

“y’want tee?” he then asks, changing the topic and you nod.

“i’d love one.”

the next day when simon sees you he decides to finally be bold. he gently grabs your wrist and you spin around surprised when you realize he’s got a hold on you.

“go t’dinner w’me,” he pleas, his eyes vulnerable and his voice soft. “please. just once.”

at first you‘re shocked at his request, not expecting him to be interested in you in that way but when you look in his eyes you can‘t help but say yes. that‘s what you‘ve been wanting too, no? to finally get to know him a bit better?

„i‘d love to have dinner with you simon,“ you smile at him, your eyes starting to sparkle. the corners of his mouth quirk up and he let‘s go of your wrist. then he pulls you into a hug to press a kiss to your head.

„‘m gonna pick you up at 7 tonight.“ then he leaves, leaving you alone to screech like a little child.

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #story writing #call of duty #simon riley #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader

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pondering-gales-left-orb · 4 months

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when people ask "why is Mystra bland and Shar and Vlaakith are MASSIVE AND SLAYING HARD?" i want to screem

Ugh if i see that post criticizing Mystra for looking average compared to Shar or vlaakith reblogged one more time Im gonna scream fchgcg do you guys not understand the difference ?

I didn't expect to wake up today and be a Mystra defense attorney but yall need your perspective to be ripped wide open

disclaimer: this only goes as deep as the game lore the actual lore the game is based on is much more expansive and goes into detail about everything im about to quickly explain so i recommend reading it.

So first off all lets redefine your understanding of what Mystra is ,

She is magic, she is the weave, the very fabric of the weave is Mystra, when gale reached out to the purple light and said he can feel her he was not kidding he was literally holding a tiny fraction of her in his hand

All of the scenes that include the astral sea? all the flashes of magic all the outer planes scenes ? All the colors and twinkling? the setting itself? all of it is Mystra

its not made by her it IS her

when my guy Gale said we stand in the palm of Mystra he wasn't being poetic he was being literal the very fabric of the illusion he conjures is Mystra not from her but is her

(on a side note Gale is pretty much very literal in his words and what he tells you but people always brush that off as some scholarly exaggeration for some reason which is another post tbh)

What did you guys think the meaning of magic dying with Mystra's death and her having be reborn 3 times to bring it back to stability?? Its not only because she controls it but because she *is* it.

When you look at Scene that have her or the weave do not only recognize Mystra as the face you see but include the background, the lights, the colors, the magic, everything, if its hard to visualize just imagine the weave and the weave plane as an extension of her dress all of it just the fabric of her dress going on and on and on making everything around her and Gale.

like notice how Mystra physically is not in these pics but she still is because every flash of purple is a thread of her being

here when you look at her you probably only see her "human form" but expand your understanding to see her as the weave behind her the sparkles, and stars, the weave rain around her, the very floor she is standing on, the sky she is floating around in

Now onto the second point:

Why do Shar and Vlaakith present as these all powerful terrifying massive beautiful entities when needing to converse with their followers and Mystra presents as a regular woman ?

There are alot of points i can touch on that will explain there are a 100 reasons

But the main ones are Shar and Vlaakith NEED to intimidate their followers into recognizing them (in other words put the fear of god and anime into the hearts of people that look to them) because without this fear that they inspire they have no influence, they need to convince anyone that lays eyes on them that they are powerful from the very first glance, their power and influence depend on how much people fear them into submission.along side looking ethereal and menacing Shar uses pain and Vlaakith uses false godhood and rewritten gith history to achieve that . that's why they are beautiful and fearsome and massive and their temples/creche's are massive and grand Vlaakith's being on the highest mountain in the tallest building and Shar's gauntlet and house of pain being the deepest underground Structure to exist to the point that its a bit unbelievable (to the point that i had to pan with my camera outside around the mountain to see if its even plausible fhdjd) all of this is supposed to inspire absolute fear and submission into anyone that walks in makes them feel small and dominated by the goddesses power in a single instant so they can instantly gain control over them.

What about Mystra? What do we see she has in comparison?

We see Mystra only has her alter where its used for communication because that's all she needs... She doesn't need to prove her power she doesn't need to make people fear her she doesn't need submission and domination she doesn't need to be recognized because any magic wielding entity can just look into themselves and feel her threads inside of them can look around and feel her presence that's all she needs. And when she communicates with her weave users (what would be considered as her followers but not really) she needs to present an equal footing to them not a dominant one because she needs to discuss things, to reason, to convince them, not only because they are smart and powerful with or without her but because she has no say in what they do with the weave (as long as it doesn't ruin the balance) she cannot stop them or take it from them but she can persuade them to go a certain direction that's the extent of it. And that's why her alignment is neutral instead of evil even though we know she doesn't have the best actions and methods but she doesn't need to hurt people to gain power she simply... Is... And that gives her her power. (another side note this is also gale cant simply stop believing in her or abandon her worship or take of his earnings etc its not that simple as she is in the air he breathes yk)

#dont get me wrong i still wanna punch her in the face but -her- is not what we think she is yk #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #orb reblogs.exe #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 shar #bg3 Vlaakith #Vlaakith #shar #mystra #bg3 mystra

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deanstead · 1 year

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Unknown Threat

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: When Y/N walks in on a horrific scene in her own house, Jay is determined to find out who's responsible and keep her safe.

Square Filled: Facing Fears for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Word Count: 4.7K+

Tags/Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, explicit mentions of blood, panic attack

A/N: This is a fic no one asked for lol. Thanks to @creativepromptsforwriting for the confession prompt which got me out of a rut lol. Also, this got a stamp of approval from @sheetsonfire so im posting it, thank you bestie! Any mistakes are all mine.

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You stretched as you climbed out of your car.

It had been a long day running around the city meeting clients and today was just one of those days when you wanted to put your feet up and not move any longer. You’d even regretted putting your make up on because that meant you had a longer shower process before you could finally stop for the night.

“You just getting in too?”

You turned around at the familiar voice, giving Jay Halstead a smile as you watched your best friend sidle up the driveway that the both of you shared, holding a pizza box in his hand.

You’d kind of known Jay all your life, even though you’d fallen out of touch somewhere in between. But by some stroke of luck, you’d found a perfect little house within your budget only to realize that your new neighbor was that friend you’d never totally gotten out of your mind.

At first, you’d been a little worried that it would be awkward, but somehow you and Jay had jumped right back into being best friends, the six years you’d spent without contact almost seeming to fade into the background so much that you’d wondered if those six years had even happened.

Jay noticed your eyes shift down to what he was carrying and smiled. “You haven’t eaten, right?”

You didn’t answer him immediately. You kind of wanted to go right to bed but the temptation of food was a little too overwhelming.

“Can I feed Luna and get into sweats? Please?” You asked, turning your eyes back towards him.

Jay let out a tinkle of a laugh. “Get comfortable. I’ll wait.”

You were quick, sliding Luna her bowl of kibble as she wagged her tail and ate, before you let her out into the back garden while you quickly washed up. As your empty stomach egged you on, you cleaned Luna up, patting her head gently with a “I’ll be back soon” before heading next door to Jay’s.

Jay looked up as you let yourself in, pushing a glass of wine towards you as you slid yourself in the seat across from him.

“Long day?” Jay asked, helping himself to a slice as you took a sip from the glass.

“Don’t even get me started.” You said in a low voice, gently putting the glass back down.

There was a small silence before Jay looked up. “The kid called me today.”

You glanced up. “Dylan?”

Jay nodded, taking another bite. “I think he’s just worried about his sister.”

You nodded quietly. “I’d love nothing more than to get enough evidence to sue that asshole out of his entire fortune and then let you throw him behind bars. But you know these things take time.”

Jay had met Dylan Stevens during one of his cases. He hadn’t even been a person of interest, just a witness that had helped point the team in the right direction. But there’d been something about this kid that made Jay take a second look.

And Jay’s hunch was proven right when it finally got too much for Dylan’s older sister and she’d finally asked for help - her mentor and boss couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Other than the fact that Leah desperately needed this job so that she could support both herself and Dylan, her boss was getting more aggressive and other than the anger that was always eating at her, she was also getting a little scared.

Cases like this ate at you. All you wanted was to throw the dickbag to the DA but a case like this was complicated. There were repercussions for going forward with a trial, and being embroiled into a he said-she said situation wouldn’t help Leah. But you’d promised her that you’d help her as best as you could and that you’d be with her, every step of the way.

You held back from releasing a sigh. “I’m trying.”

Jay nodded, leaning forward for your hand, squeezing. “I know.”

It was about two seconds later that he realized he was actually holding your hand. Jay cleared his throat pulling his hand back and you reached for your wine glass to take a sip, both of you trying your hardest to ignore the sudden awkwardness in the air.

You stole a glance at Jay who wasn’t looking in your direction, before you looked back at the clock. While the both of you had spoken at length about the Stevens, time seemed to fly by and you were hours behind your intended sleep schedule for today.

“I should go. I have another long day tomorrow.”

Jay nodded. “Leave it, I’ll take care of this.”

You shot your best friend a grateful smile before standing.

“Let me know if you need any help?” Jay asked as he walked you towards his front door.

You turned and smiled. “You know it.”

Jay leaned forward for a hug that felt a little more awkward than normal before you smiled and slipped out the door, shoving your feelings for Jay Halstead back into the small secret box tucked away in your heart.

The next few days passed in a blur as you threw all your efforts into finding some form of evidence for Leah. So when you arrived at your driveway tonight, you were wiped. You hadn’t even dared to drive home, leaving your car in your regular parking lot and taking a cab from the front of your office building. You figured you could see if Jay could drop you off the next morning or you’d just call a cab again.

The fact that your door wasn’t locked or closed properly only registered after you’d stepped inside and you froze.

The moonlight streaming in through the windows illuminated the darkened interior of your house, where everything seemed to be turned upside down.

Your eyes raked the scene in front of you, where it looked like a tornado had literally ripped through your house and you took another step forward until you froze again.

The tip of the flats you had on grazed the edge of what you were now looking down at - you could see the dark color of red even with just the sliver of moonlight, the viscous pool right at your feet that could only be blood like something right out of a horror show.

You could hear your ears start ringing, feel your breathing pick up, and somewhere in the trenches of your mind, the horrific memories that you’d tried so hard to pack away seemed to be spilling out, starting with the scream of a woman right in your mind.

And then a hand slid over your eyes, interrupting the hold that the pool of blood seemed to have on you for just a second, even though your lungs still felt like they were constricting. At the same time, an arm went around your shoulders.

The rational part of your brain was screaming at you to move but you seemed to be literally frozen, until you heard his voice. “It’s me. Keep your eyes closed.”

Your heart felt like it was pounding in your head and closing your eyes only made it harder to breathe because now the traumatic memories were playing like a reel in your head, as if it was happening in front of you all over again.

You felt Jay turn you around now. “Y/N, it’s okay.”

But it wasn’t. The memory seemed to have taken a hold on you, even though you could hear Jay’s voice, feel his warm hands on your shoulder.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes snapped back open.

“Breathe. Just look at me and breathe.” Jay said, his voice calm.

You took a short breath and Jay nodded. “Alright, just focus on me, okay?”

Jay studied you as he stood close to you, watching the expressions flash across your face. You’d started having panic attacks back when the both of you were still in school, after you’d walked in to your mother lying in a pool of her own blood. So this wasn’t the first time that Jay had been here for one of your panic attacks, far from it. Even so, you hadn’t had one since you and Jay had reconnected.

Your body shook a little and Jay reached forward and swept you into his arms, your breaths so shallow that it almost sounded like you were gasping for air.

“Just focus on me, alright?” Jay said quietly. You trained your eyes on him and nodded, looping your arms towards the back of his neck for balance before he turned heel and headed out your door and towards his place.

As gently as he could, Jay lowered you onto his couch now, his eyes not missing the beads of sweat that lined your forehead.

Your arms didn’t move from where they were locked around Jay’s neck, even though you felt your body make contact with Jay’s couch.

“Y/N, it’s okay. Shh, I got you.” Jay whispered, not trying to pull away but instead leaning in further to gather you deeper into his arms.

The action seemed to calm you, even just slightly, as your breathing regulated. Before it hit you again.

“Jay… Luna…”

Jay pulled back gently to look at you, nodding his head. “Will has her. He came to get her for the vet appointment this morning, remember?”

You nodded now, slightly calmer, your arms falling gently to your sides.

Jay cast another worried glance at you, but pulled a blanket over your legs. “I’ll be right back.”

Reflexively, your hand shot out, grabbing his. “Jay.”

“I’ll take care of it, alright? Try to get some rest. I’ll be right back.”

You gently let go of Jay’s hand and nodded. Jay gave you a small smile and after a small hesitation, leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of your head, before he headed out the way he’d come as if he hadn’t noticed your surprise at the action.

“Jay, what happened?”

Jay glanced up as his older brother headed up towards him, Luna by his heel and shook his head. “She’s on my couch. Can you just check her out then put her in my bed and give her something to sleep it off.”

On any other occasion, Will wouldn’t have let Jay get away with a “put her in my bed” without some teasing or a raised eyebrow but his eyes swept across the police cars and crime scene vans before he nodded. “Luna’s gonna be in your place for a while then I guess?"

Jay just nodded. “Can you stay with Y/N?”

Will nodded, raising the bag he had in his hand. “I came prepared.”

Jay nodded his thanks, his eyes resting on his own house before he turned back around to your place and flipped a switch in his head to focus, heading towards Voight who’d just arrived.

Voight nodded at Jay. “We swept the place. The lock has obvious signs of being jimmied and they ransacked the place. There’s a pool of blood in there so the crime lab will take it back for testing but there’s no sign of where the blood came from. I think whoever did this brought it with them.”

Voight nodded quietly as Jay spoke before he looked back at his senior detective again like he was waiting for an explanation. “Sarge, she’s… she’s a good friend of mine. And it could be linked to a case we were working.”

Before either of them could say more, Hailey jogged right up towards them, glancing at her partner before she started speaking. “We’re pulling cam footage, and the crime scene guys have gone over the house twice. We’ve gotten all we can from the scene.”

Voight looked back at Jay. “Talk to her and see if there’s anything helpful she can provide for us. We’ll see you at the district tomorrow.”

Jay glanced up, knowing that Voight was giving him the night to look in on you and make sure you were okay.

Hailey nodded. “We got this, Jay.”

Jay nodded his thanks with a small smile before he turned and left, his eyes flicking towards your house just once more before entering his own place to check on you.

Will was sitting on the couch when Jay walked in, Luna curled up on the floor at his feet.

Luna got to her feet as Jay walked in, wagging her tail as she greeted him and Jay bent down to pat Luna gently on the head like a habit, even though he was distracted.

Will glanced at his brother. “I gave her something to help her sleep but you should check on her.”

Jay nodded quietly. “Thanks.”

Will smiled. “I’m gonna crash. If you need me…”

Jay nodded, reaching out to flip off the main light in the hall for his brother. “Yeah, thanks Will.”

Quietly, Jay headed up towards his room, where there was just a small dim light still on. Your eyes were closed as you lay curled up in his sheets and Jay lowered himself quietly towards the floor as he reached out and pushed a section of hair off your face, his worried eyes grazing over you.

Your eyes fluttered open and Jay registered a sliver of alarm before you recognized him and he smiled, reaching down for your hand to squeeze. “You’re okay.”

You smiled. “Sorry about this.” You whispered, your voice low.

Jay shook his head with a smile, raising his hand to stroke the top of your head. “Get some rest, we’ll talk in the morning. Will and I are not going anywhere.”

You let out a small smile, which put Jay’s heart a little more at ease. “I get both Halstead brothers? No one has been safer.”

Jay exhaled gently, glad you were at least okay enough to start making jokes. At the same time, your hand curled reflexively around Jay’s.

“I’ll stay until you sleep.” He said, reading your mind in that weird little way he’d been doing for almost all your life.

You nodded, letting your eyelids droop closed again.

When you opened your eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the small gap in the blinds across the windows, it took you a while to gather your bearings, your eyes slowly widening with alarm when you realized you were sleeping on an arm that wasn’t yours.

You glanced behind you as slowly as you could without jostling too much, even though you were pretty sure your heart was thumping loud enough to wake him. Deep down, you’d already known the quiet even breathing right behind you was Jay, one arm under you and another draped across your waist effectively putting you right in his embrace.

You wondered for just a second why you’d found yourself in this position before the memories hit you again, the fragmented memories of the night before hitting you like a punch in the gut - from what you’d found in your house, the panic attack, Jay offering to stay until you fell asleep and then the long night plagued by nightmares of screaming women or blood.

You remembered Jay pulling you out of each nightmare as gently as he could and maybe a vague feeling of Jay climbing in behind you.

Of course, that was probably why you’d finally been able to get some restful sleep. But now, you were embarrassed. Well, maybe mortified was a better word.

You felt Jay stiffen a little from where he was squeezed in behind you now and you realized he’d probably woken as well.

You knew someone had to move first so you shifted but instead of getting up, impulsively turned to face Jay.

Jay looked a little startled, like he was surprised and then confused.

“Hey.” Jay offered with a smile, taking your cue and not moving, one hand still draped under you. “You seemed like you were having some trouble sleeping last night, I didn’t mean to…”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

Jay’s smile widened a little like he was relieved but neither of you had moved yet.

“Jay, last night, I…”

Jay reached out to cup your face gently. “I’ll always be here. As long as you need… or want.”

Your eyebrows lifted slowly as you tried to read what Jay was trying to tell you.

“You will never lose me. I will always be right here beside you.” Jay whispered.

“Jay… you…”

Jay’s eyes moved across the expressions on your face like he was trying to figure out what was going on in your mind.

You didn’t know what to say, mainly because you really hadn’t expected to find yourself in this situation. Half of you wondered whether you weren’t really awake yet but all this was too real.

Sensing hesitation, Jay pulled backwards, both literally and figuratively. “Y/N, you don’t have to… I just wanted to…”

You didn’t know what to say so you snuggled just a little closer, reaching for his hand. “You can’t take it back, Jay.”

Jay paused for a bit and then smiled, before he moved closer towards you and when you didn’t move away, Jay pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. “Promise.” He whispered, as he pulled his lips away from yours.

“You ready?” He asked.

You weren’t, not really. You knew that when the both of you got up, you’d have to talk about what had happened in your house and you weren’t sure you were ready to relive it.

Jay reached for your hand and squeezed.

“I’ll be with you. All the way.”

That seemed to be enough to get you moving. Jay swung his legs out of his bed before stretching his hand out to you and you fit your hand into his, like it was meant to be there all along.

Even if Will hadn’t already gone up to check on you in the middle of the night only to find the both of you huddled together in one bed, he didn’t need to be told that things had changed between the both of you.

He just smiled because if he didn’t know any better he would have thought last night had just one of those normal pizza and beer nights. Whatever, he was just relieved that you seemed to be doing okay, considering everything.

“I gotta get to Med, alright? You’re in good hands.” Will said, smirking.

“Shut up.” You growled, punching Will on the arm but leaning in as he gave you a hug.

Will ruffled your hair gently. “Call if you need me, alright? Although I doubt it.” He couldn’t resist another gentle tease.

You just smiled this time before Will headed out Jay’s door.

Jay gave you a smile as he handed you a cup of tea before sliding into the seat opposite you. “Let’s talk here and then we can go to the district, alright?”

You swallowed and nodded.

Jay reached over, putting his hand over yours and squeezing. “I’m right here.” He reminded.

You smiled, nodding once again.

You don’t know how long you and Jay sat there in his kitchen, going over the cases you were working on recently, or had recently wrapped up. The list wasn’t small, but at least it was exhaustive.

“Alright, come on. We’re going to the district.” Jay got up, swinging an arm around your shoulders before the both of you left the house, but not before you assured Luna you’d be back as soon as you could.

“What do we have?” Jay asked as he closed the pantry door behind him where he’d left you.

Voight nodded and the team took turns speaking. Jay had sent the list of names ahead of them, so both Kevin and Kim had managed to get a preliminary look at them.

“Jay, any idea if we can narrow this down?” Kim asked, even though she kind of knew it was a long shot. “The perp doesn’t seem to be an expert at this, so we got an image to run facial recognition on.”

Voight glanced at Jay.

Jay paused for a moment, thinking. “There’s two people on that list I’d push to the top. Lucas Russell and Jake Lloyd.”

Kim nodded, heading for her computer as Jay turned towards Voight. “Remember that case we handled with the kid? Dylan Stevens’ sister later came in with the harassment accusation and Y/N took her on as a client. They’re smack in the middle of trying to get some evidence to prove their case against Russell.”

Jay paused before continuing. “Lloyd was one of Y/N’s clients but he was hopping mad that he didn’t manage to get full custody and made threats but that case wrapped up months ago. I figured we should look into these two first.”

From where he was standing at his desk, Adam put down the phone.

“That was the lab.” Adam said. “It’s pig’s blood, which is why there was nothing else but blood. They can get those at some butcher shops, I’ll get a list of places in the area.”

Voight nodded, as Adam and Kevin headed out to try the butchers they had on the list who would have and sell a large enough quantity of pig’s blood.

“I’ll scour the pods again to see if I can find anything new.” Kim said, heading back down as Hailey and Jay stayed at their desks and delved straight into both Russell and Lloyd. At least they were starting somewhere.

The monotony was only broken the few times that Jay had gotten up to go check on you. You’d reassure him that you were okay and that you couldn’t feel any safer than you felt now before Jay had thrown himself back into what he had to do.

No matter what, he was going to solve this crap.

Despite his determination, they were still at pretty much a dead end. Facial recognition had come back with a hit but they still weren’t able to connect either Russell or Lloyd directly to the man who’d broken into your house.

Adam and Kevin had gone to pick him up immediately, but he wasn’t telling them anything useful and Jay was losing his patience.

“Go on home.” Voight warned, stepping out of his office. “Take her home.”

“Sarge…” Jay stood, ready to argue but Voight gave him a look.

Jay knew Voight well enough that considering Adam and Kevin’s progress, Voight was going to go into the interrogation room himself.

Jay glanced into the pantry where you’d dozed off on the couch before he looked back at his sergeant and nodded, giving in.

Stepping into the pantry quietly, Jay roused you as gently as he could. “Y/N.”

You jumped, your eyes snapping open. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s me.” Jay whispered. “Sorry.”

You blinked and then shook your head. “Sorry. What is it? Did you get someone?”

The look on Jay’s face told you everything you needed to know. You reached forward to take his hand and squeezed. “I’m okay.”

Jay gave you a small smile. “Come on, let’s go home.”

The word ‘home’ made you smile.

“We’ll grab some food on the way.” Jay said with a smile as he took your hand, the both of you heading out of the district.

You’d had had a quick bite in Jay’s living room together before he’d curled up with you on his couch.

“You should get some sleep.” Jay said quietly, even though he didn’t seem to have any intention of letting you go, his arms still wound around you.

You smiled. “But I love it here.”

Jay let out a little chuckle, even though his mind was still racing through the information he’d gone through earlier. There had to be a connection he was missing.

Just as the thought formed in Jay’s mind, the power went off, the lights and television all shutting off at once.

Jay felt you stiffen in his arms as he sat up.

Jay reached for your hand. “Come here.” Jay reached for the drawer and pulled out his gun as you climbed off the couch as well.

Jay led you back towards the kitchen. “Stay low, stay hidden. Don’t come out until I come and get you.”

You didn’t let go of Jay’s hand.

“It could be nothing. Let’s just be cautious, alright? I’ll be right back.” Jay said quickly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

A little unwillingly, you let go and nodded, crouching low behind the island counter that you’d sat at with Jay countless times for drinks.

You tried to focus on your breathing, focusing on the rhythm and making sure it wasn’t too loud. You’d breathe evenly and softly and just wait for Jay to come back and get you. Everything was going to be okay.

You’d counted to about 80 in your head when you heard the sound of shuffling footsteps.

A part of you hoped it was Jay but you also knew that if Jay was being careful, he wouldn’t walk like this. No way in hell.

The footsteps stopped and you glanced up, the terror gripping you as you looked up into the face of Lucas Russell.

Fuck.

Russell leaned forward and tugged you roughly upwards and out of where you’d been crouched. The scream was stuck in your throat but you needed to let Jay know someone else was here.

But even before you unstuck your own voice, Jay came out of nowhere, tackling Russell towards the ground.

The sudden lift in pressure from Russell's grip on you caused you to lose your balance and you tumbled onto your side, feeling the pain of crashing onto the floor resonate throughout your body.

“Get out of here. Now!” Jay yelled, as he wrestled with Russell, landing a punch across his face before Russell pushed Jay off him.

You didn’t have time to think, stumbling out of Russell’s reach.

But all you knew was that you couldn’t leave Jay behind. No matter what.

“Y/N!” Jay yelled, afraid you hadn’t heard him.

As if pushed out physically from your trance, you started moving but a crash from behind you made you turn.

“Jay!” You yelled, as your eyes registered Jay on the ground a little way away and trying to get to his feet.

Russell pulled out a knife, the blade glistened in the moonlight but before the fear could even register, you heard a chorus of voices that finally made you breathe.

“Chicago PD!”

You let Kim gently pull you towards her as Voight and Adam headed straight for Russell, Voight’s gun hovering dangerously nearer to Russell’s temple than normal as Adam forced him down to the ground to slap the handcuffs over his wrist.

Jay was already by your side. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He demanded, his eyes roving across you.

You shook your head even though the tears were already gathering in your eyes and Jay pulled you gently into his arms. “Alright, I got you. I got you. It’s over.”

You shook gently even as you were wrapped in Jay’s arms and your legs finally gave way. You felt yourself sinking but Jay merely pulled you tighter against him, a protective hand wrapped around the back of your head. “I got you.”

The team had filled you and Jay in once they’d brought Russell back in - the guy they’d arrested had finally cracked and given them the information they needed. Even so, they’d almost sped off to his house but not before Hailey had found a message on Russell's phone that hinted at him ending things tonight. So they’d detoured back to Jay’s.

Now, after things were mostly settled, you lay in Jay’s arms, the both of you squashed into his bed that had clearly been meant for one person.

“I shouldn’t have let you get pulled into this mess.” You whispered, your fingers gently tracing his face.

Jay shook his head. “I will always be between you and a threat. I promised and I’ll deliver.”

You scooted closer towards Jay and Jay laid a protective hand on the back of your head again. “It’s over.”

“You know what?” You asked him after a short silence.

Jay raised an eyebrow as he looked down to meet your eyes.

“At least there’s one good thing out of all of this.” You said quietly.

“What’s that?” Jay asked. You could hear the smile in his voice without even looking up.

You shifted. “I get to do this now.” You leaned up to press your lips to his.

Jay chuckled even as both your lips were still pressed together. “No arguments there.”

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nctsplug02 · 1 year

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Omggh I need more milf reader😫 your last post was so good!!!!

[11:21PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, flirting, kissing, CNC and hot parents.

featuring: sungchan as their baby, jaemin as their teen son, dreamies (with mark this time) as jaemins best friends.

!REMINDER! there is a slight CNC scene in this post!

“mom?” jaemin calls out with his friends following behind him. “yes—? oh, hi boys.” your hair was damp and your towel clung onto your figure like a koala on a tree.

“i’m sorry. i just got out of the pool.” you held the asleep 13 month old to your chest. “it’s fine, mom. did you want me to put sungchan down?” you smile, that’s your well mannered boy. “if it isn’t too much to ask.” jaemin shakes his head and rushes over to you, taking the boy from you. “nonsense, mom. i’m always here to help.”

jaemin leaves with the boy in his arms leaving you alone with his friends.

“hey, boys. you guys hungry for anything?” the boys look at each other before nodding. “okay, is there anything specific you boys would like to eat? i could make tteokbokki.. stir-fry, alfredo?”

you slid the towel off and unfolded jaehyuns hoodie.

“s—spaghetti?” mark the oldest, asks. “sure, markie. anything else?” they stay silent. “garlic bread— i make one of the best!” you cheer while slipping on jaehyuns hoodie. “y—yes.” they say and watch as you slip the fabric around your breasts.

“alrighty, you boys get comfortable. i’m gonna start on the garlic bread first.” you disappear into the kitchen and they melt.

haechan presses his cheek against the wall with a moan. “the day mrs jeong and mr jeong get divorced— i’m making a move.” chenle shoves the teen.

“don’t disrespect their marriage like that.” jaemin suddenly pops up. “who’s marriage?” haechan stands up straight. “uh, mine in the future.” he says with a head nod. “o..kay— anyway, let’s go upstairs! my dad got me this sick game yesterday!” they follow jaemin upstairs.

“m—?” jaemins mouth gets covered and his body is snatched back before he can even enter the kitchen. the others look around the corner to find you against the counter with jaehyun behind you.

“honey,” you giggle. “i have to tell the kids that dinner is ready!” you squeal and then moan when he nips your neck. “mmm, they can wait a little.” jaehyun runs his hands under the large hoodie and pinches your nipples.

you tilt your head back and jaehyun begins sucking your neck. “a—and i have to get sungchan from his cr—crib— oh, my god.” you gasp feeling his hands slide into your shorts.

jaemin finally pushes haechan away and wipes his face clean. “mom,” you and jaehyun quickly pull away. “is dinner ready?” you nod and attempt to push jaehyun away with your knee.

“come help set the table?” jaemin nods and looks back at his friends who gave displeasing faces. “i think i made enough for everyone— hopefully i did.” you say holding the bowl of spaghetti noodles.

“mrs jeong!” you look up to see chenle holding sungchan who giggled while jisung tickled him. “ahh, my baby boy’s awake.” you hand the bowl off to jaehyun and you collect the boy from chenle.

“hi mister! did you have a good nap?” you turn to chenle and you pinch his cheek before rubbing it— soothing the slight pinkness. “thank you, dear.” chenle ignores the burning sensation on the tip of his ears and nods. “of course, mrs jeong! i’m happy to help.”

you look back and step aside when jaemin attempts to slide past you and sungchan. “sorry, mom.” jaemin says and sets down the plates and utensils. “no, im sorry. i was in the way.”

you move to the kitchen where your husband was at, still holding the bowl of noodles. “honey, go set it down.” jaehyun softly chuckles when realizing that he was holding the bowl of noodles. “sorry.”

“now, you.” you sit sungchan down on the island. “should we try eating some peas, today?” sungchan whines and you frown. “guess that’s a no— what about.. ou, banana?” sungchan claps his hands with a forced laugh. “so, a yes!”

“sweetheart,” you hum— your eyebrows softly lifting up. “it’s time for bed, ma.” you crack your eyes open to see your husband in front of you, his hands holding your jaw.

“the movie’s over, it’s time for bed.” you sit up and yawn, your arms and legs stretching before you sit still.

“sweetheart,” jaehyun pokes your cheek. “bed.” you nod and wrap your arms around jaehyuns neck. “okay.” he softly chuckles and stands up with his hands under your thighs.

he lays you on the bed and you quickly sit up. “the boys—?” jaehyun lays you back down. “they’re in jaemins room. they’ve been in there since the movie ended.”

“and sungchan?” jaehyun kisses your forehead. “i put him to bed before i woke you up.” you sigh and nod. “don’t worry, okay?” you nod and jaehyun joins you in bed.

“love you, g’night ma.” he kisses your cheek. “g’night, baby.”

several minutes your legs are straddling him and his hands on your hips. “stop humping me, babe.” jaehyun laughs and you whine. “it feels good.” you whine.

jaehyun tsks and lifts his hips, his sweats are yanked down before he pulls your shorts down. “this’ll feel better.” you moan when he slips in his cock.

“but, i’m tired?” you whine and sigh. “should i stop then?” you shake your head. “i wanna feel good, jae.” your eyes felt heavy. “want me to continue then?” you nod.

jaehyun moves his hips up and pins your hips down. your eyes close and your body relaxes. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun sighs, pulling your ass more into his palms as he moans into your neck.

“shh, shh.” jaehyun shushes you when you whimper loudly.

jaehyun quickly finishes with a heavy sigh. “i love you, gorgeous.” he whispers and hugs you while slowly drifting off into sleep.

“i told you the sleepovers at jaemins house are the best.” haechan says, removing his ear off the wall— even with jaehyun and your room being across the hall, the walls were slightly thin.

“you guys look like creeps.” chenle says with his head rested on jisung who played the switch.

#nct smut #ash talks #nctsplug02 #anon #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #nct dilf #nct dad au

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honakito · 3 months

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Plz akito kiss hcs ..

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LIP MARKS - prod. honakito

posted as : request

chars : s. akito , y. kanade

type: x g/n ! reader

scenario : kisses with them ( headcanons )

notes : that is so cute im gonna give u a smooch. now this MIGHT be similar to others posts but everything in this context is unintentional,,, so no i am not a copycat ,, tho, enjoy!!

notes 2 : i wrote kanade too even tho she wasnt in the request because i also want to write other characters ,,,, because as much as i want this to be an akito blog i genuienly CANT </3 id get bored and theres no SPICE in that what the fuck,,, also i flunged my math comp today (even tho i have the highest grades and like general grade in class with a 9,94) i got a like 55 this is not my first time the 55 has cursed me i cant escape ,, so now ive been ghosting everyone that has asked me for my score im genuinely so embarrassed ( this is also NOT the first time ive did this )

date : 19 / 01 / 24 - 20 / 01 / 24

s. akito

akitos lips are soft. like genuinely so soft.

hes probably had them chapped for a little while , due to practicing in the sun a lot. before you started helping him on it. i guess it payed off , so , so well.

so now , after helping him treat them, his kisses got somehow better.

its like theyre more tender and passionate now. maybe its his way of getting back at you for giving him tips and buying the necessary things he needed? pretty much. yeah definitely.

small fact : he still kept the things you bought him for his lips , neat and clean on his desk. ‘ im keeping those for when they get dry again, not for kissing you better. they heavily influence my singing, y’know? ‘ - thats his excuse anyway.

usually, they arent that long. in hurries, he usually just leaves a small peck. a kiss on the forehead, even. tho he only does this when no ones watching , not too fond of pda because of three certain someones. the most he can do in public is a quick kiss on the hand, on one of the rings you wear, if you do actually use jewelry.

but in private , its like a switch flipping. hes initiating it a lot more, each kiss lasting two times more than usual with one break slipped in there somewhere. mostly on the lips, but doesnt limit there. hed kiss you all over your face occasionally , if hes feeling mischievous. or in comfort. depends on the context.

and about hand placement — definitely on your waist. he likes it alot. in an innocent way, ofcourse. in general, he just likes it. wrapping his arms around it from behind you , hugging you and resting his face on your shoulder. akito himself doesnt know why.

so basically — his kissers are tender , passionate , and depend on his mood. hes a pretty simple guy.

y. kanade

if akitos lips were soft, then kanades are heavenly, if taken care of properly.

her lack of self care is there, ofcourse, even worse if it wasnt for honami. but with a little bit of your help, i feel like shed eventually get better — and that includes skincare and just beauty in general.

she has dry lips, due to working a lot during both mornings and nights , so she doesnt really have time to take care of them — or she oftenly licks them to the extent of it. it doesnt take a lot of chapstick to get them nice and soft, tho.

theyd DEFINITELY taste like soy cup noodles, argue with the entirety of usa. or collectively agree. i dont care i know im right.

her kisses arent special, but they hold a lot of sentimental expression to both you and kanade. for her , leaving you quick pecks anywhere on your face is a way to express what shes feeling. is she proud? is she happy? did something happen? does she need attention? you’ll only know through her quick kiss on your cheek.

she cant last through really long kisses tho — poor girl runs out of breath so fast. thats why you both settled in quick pecks.

and hand placement during those? your cheeks or the back of your head , running her hands through your hair. doesnt matter if youre taller (which is likely) , she’d initiate it (rarely long) by gently cupping your cheeks and bringing your face closer to her.

summed up — shes a decent kisser. just dont suffocate her during your time.

does anybody wanna be on my taglist…. ive been considering doing one ,,

dividers arent mine ; credits to the rightful owners on TUMBLR

#written : surpassed angelic #akito shinonome #kanade yoisaki #akito shinonome x reader #kanade yoisaki x reader #project sekai #pjsk x reader #pjsk #akito vbs #kanade pjsk #project sekai colorful stage #pjsk x you

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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kimi + there was only one bed (with driver!reader please)

-🐺

pairing: kimi räikkönen x driver!reader

a/n: im in my extreme kimi feels lately therefore im adding him to my official list of drivers i write for 😩 AND just because he posted im putting this up today hehehe

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Leaning against the car window, you stifled a yawn from being exhausted due to the race weekend. You were glad that you had at least two weeks before the Dutch Grand Prix.

“We’re near the hotel now,” Kimi nudged your arm, mumbling softly, “Don’t fall asleep. I can’t carry you.”

“I’m not asleep,” You frowned, looking at your teammate, “You say that but I know you would.”

Kimi chuckled softly, shaking his head, “Maybe.”

As the car pulled up to the hotel, you dragged yourself out, body feeling heavier than usual. Kimi noticed how sluggish you moved, he sighed and grabbed your bag from your hands, walking up to the hotel.

“Wait for me,” You whined, trying to pick up your pace as you held onto Kimi’s jacket, “You’re moving too fast.”

“I’m moving fast so I can get the keycard,” He replied, briefly looking to the concierge, “Room 505 please.”

Kimi thanked the concierge, holding onto the keycard and walking to the elevator with you still trailing after him like a lost puppy. Comfortable silence fell between the two of you as the elevator went up to your floor.

“Hey Kimi,” You mumbled, walking out to locate your room, “Do you think I could borrow your extra pillows if you don’t need them?”

“Of course, Y/N,” Kimi replied, tapping the automated lock with the keycard and entering the room, “You c- shit.”

“What do you mean shit?” You frowned, stepping inside the room and looking up. The sleepiness inside you immediately slipping away, “You’re telling me that we have to share one bed?!”

He mumbled, setting the bags down on the table, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No no, it’s not!” Your eyes widened, closing the door behind you, “It’s just…a bit weird. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You’re not making me uncomfortable,” Kimi looked up at you, grabbing his change of clothes in his bag, “We’re friends.”

“If you say it like that,” You shrugged, laying down in bed and turned to look at him, “You use the bathroom first.”

Kimi nodded, a slight smile on his lips, before he headed off to the bathroom. You sighed deeply before yawning once again, exhaustion taking over your body. Sniffling and rubbing your eyes, you rested your cheek on your arm before closing your eyes to rest for a bit.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kimi said, exiting the bathroom and drying his hair off with a towel, “You ca- oh, she’s asleep.”

You snored lightly, hair covering most of your face as you were sprawled over the bed. Kimi chuckled and hung the towel on the rack before heading over to your sleeping figure.

“She’s not going to wake up,” He mumbled, gently moving you under the covers and placing your head on a pillow, “I guess that’s okay.”

He stroked your hair softly, pulling the duvet over you and tucking you in, “You gotta get used to the podium celebrations, Y/N. You’re on your way to the top.”

Kimi walked around the bed and did the same for himself, leaving the lamp on just the way you liked it, “Goodnight, kulta.” Darling

You muttered sleepily as you rolled over, draping an arm across Kimi’s body and snuggling up closer to him before snoring softly again.

Kimi leaned over to kiss your forehead, smiling softly to himself as he put an arm around you and sighed happily. He definitely should thank your manager for arranging this room for the two of you.

bonus scene!

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kimimatiasraikkonen being a podium winner must be overwhelming for a first timer. congratulations to this girl, beyond proud 🥇

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kraikkonenupdates KIMI WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS ARE YOU TWO DATING

alfaromeoyn WE NEED HER CONFIRMATION

sebastianvettel smooth moves, kimi. wait until Y/N sees this and you won’t see daylight.

antoniogiovinazzi99 have you made a move, my friend? 😉

yourusername JESUS CHRIST HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I FEEL BETRAYED

charles_leclerc call him judas then, that’s who betrayed jesus.

kimimatiasraikkonen you took up most of the space, i had to do payback.

lewishamilton hold on. YOU SHARED A BED?

jensonbutton take her out on a date first, kimi 😂

kimimatiasraikkonen already done and over with. 👍🏻

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bastardmandennis · 9 months

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five of joel miller's birthdays

Summary: Five snippets of Joel's birthdays throughout his life.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, sadness, mentions of blood/death, bad fathers, more sadness, did i mention depression?

A/N: i literally don't know where this came from- i guess i was in an extra emo mood today. anyway i know nothing about the game joel or his backstory, this is just based on my own headcanons about show joel. most of it is made up just for angst fun! this is something kind of different for me so im nervous to post it, pls let me know if you liked it!

For his ninth birthday, all Joel wants more than anything is a day out with his father. He begs, whines, pleads, until finally his dad agrees to take him hunting that weekend. Joel could barely sleep the night before–his dad had never let him go on one of his hunting trips, saying that Joel was too young, that he’d scare all the game away.

His dad shakes him awake early the next morning, before the sun’s even risen, to pile into his pickup and make their way deep into the woods. His dad pulls out a rifle from the bed of the truck, something big and heavy, but when Joel asks if he can hold a gun, his dad just laughs, a cruel little thing. Gives him a pocket knife, says you can hold onto this one–don’t lose it, now. He takes his responsibility more seriously than anything else in his short life. He runs his finger along the edge of the open blade lightly, just to see what would happen. A bead of blood emerges where he dragged the knife, but he just sucks the wound clean and keeps his mouth shut.

It’s kind of boring, sitting behind the trees and waiting for something, anything, to come walking by. He looks up at the trees above them, the way the leaves are just beginning to lose their green tint–any day now they’ll fall off. His father is silent, eyes never settling in one spot for too long, and finally he grunts here, you take this shot. Holds the scope of the rifle up to Joel’s eye–the gun is so much heavier than he expected, digging into him as he tries to balance it on his small shoulder.

Take a deep breath, focus now, his dad says. only pull that trigger when you’re sure. Through the tiny lens of the scope he can see a small gray bunny sitting up in the grass, nose twitching in the air like it can sense the danger it’s in. He shifts the gun again, taking a deep breath, trying to hide his shaky hands. Lines up the bunny’s head within the scope, finger twitching on the trigger, almost there, but then–

Can’t do it, dad, he whispers. He feels his eyes fill with tears and he can’t help the small sniffle that emerges. His dad is silent. Takes the rifle back from him, and quicker than Joel can process, lets a shot ring out into the early morning air. It’s explosive, the acidic smell of the gunpowder and smoke making him hack out a cough. His father drops the rifle next to him and comes back with the bunny in his hand, dead. Joel can’t stop staring at the shattered skull, the trail of blood following his father back to the car, where he’s muttering no son of mine’s gonna be a sissy.

His mother makes rabbit stew for dinner that night. He never asks to go hunting with his father again, and his father never offers.

ii.

For Joel’s sixteenth birthday, he begs his parents to let him have a car. They agree, say sure, as long as you can come up with the money yourself. So he does the dishes for a month without complaint. Sweats outside every other weekend mowing the lawn, watching Tommy ride his bike around the neighborhood with his friends. Goes door to door, asking if anyone has any odd jobs they need help with. Finally, a week before his birthday, he scrapes together enough money–change from the couch cushions, lawn mowing money, old Christmas money, everything he’s worked for–and eagerly presents the envelope full of cash to his parents. His dad just looks at him with a brow raised. What’m I gonna do with that? and Joel says I know exactly which car I want.

It’s a 1967 Ford Mustang Fastback, a black two-door muscle car that just screams badass. He’d found a good deal on one in the for sale section of the newspaper; some old guy looking to get rid of his pride and joy he doesn’t use anymore. It’s in good condition, right under 40,000 miles, engine purring like a dream. Barely drove it, to be honest with ya, the old man tells him. He lets Joel take it for a spin around the block, engine thrumming and rumbling beneath him, wind whipping through his hair. He doesn’t even hesitate when he gets back to where the old man is sitting on the porch watching him in amusement. I’ll take it, he said, and that was that.

The night of his birthday, he decides to take his new car on the backroads, headlights flashing and bouncing down the long dirt road. He feels invincible, untouchable, a flask of whiskey stolen from his dad on the seat next to him, the radio barely drowning out his whoops and hollers of excitement. He takes a sharp turn, then another, loving the way his heart practically beats out of his chest with the excitement of it all. Another quick corner and the flask falls to the ground–he reaches down, takes his eyes off the road for just a second and crunch, there goes the front of the car against a tree.

He’s dazed, head throbbing with the impact and liquor. Crawls his way out of the front seat to look at the damage to the front of the car. It’s totaled, hood crumpled, windshield cracked in half, tires popped. He can’t stop staring at the smoke rising from the engine up into the clear night sky. He walks home in a daze, only realizing once he’s there that the bone of his ankle has gone clear through the skin.

He doesn’t drive for a long time after that.

iii.

He wakes up on his twenty-third birthday to the sound of a baby–his baby–crying. Panic fills his lungs as he sprints out of bed to her room. She’s lying on her back in the crib wailing up a storm, little face practically purple with the force of her cries. He picks her up gently, shushes her, walks around the room with her. There’s an empty bottle in the corner of the crib, but no sign of her mother.

He treads downstairs slowly, hushing Sarah as she whimpers in his arms. The house is empty, eerily quiet, the hum of the refrigerator whirring as he makes his way through the living room. On the kitchen table is a small brown box, nothing special, with his name scrawled in handwriting he’s familiar with. He sinks into a chair, careful not to jostle the now-sleeping Sarah, and opens the box. Inside is a handwritten letter, and a ring he would recognize anywhere–he’s the one that bought it. His heart sinks, breath catching in his throat.

He has to read the letter three times, his hands are shaking so hard. He knocks the box to the floor, ignoring the clink of metal on the kitchen tile. His chest feels tight, like he can’t get a full breath in or out, and instead he focuses on listening to Sarah’s quick little breaths, the way her eyes flutter under her eyelids as she sleeps. He traces a finger over her soft cheek, pushes the tiny ringlets away from her face. Just looks at her, at the way her tiny hand grasps his finger, so small in his arms.

That’s how Tommy finds them later that morning when he bursts in the door with a half-eaten bagel in his mouth, grumbling that he’s been waiting out there for ten minutes, didn’t ya hear me honking?–Joel and Sarah, together at the kitchen table, a wedding ring forgotten on the floor.

iv.

On his thirtieth birthday, he gets a call from his mother, hysterical and blubbering. He can’t make out what she’s saying at first, begs her to take a breath, ma, slow down. She does, just enough to tell him that his father had a heart attack that morning and was taken to the hospital. Tommy calls him five minutes later, saying get up here, it’s not lookin’ good. He gets dressed in a daze, begs the woman next door to watch Sarah just for a little while, and then he’s off.

The antiseptic smell hits him right as he walks in; he wants to cover his mouth, he wants to turn around and leave, but he forces his feet forward. Asks the receptionist in a low voice he doesn’t recognize for his father’s room number. She points him down the hall, flashes him a cute little smile, one he doesn’t bother returning.

His mother and brother hover in the corner of his father’s room, faces pinched. He greets them in a daze, trying to avoid looking at his father’s weak body lying in the bed. The steady whoosh of the breathing machine, the beep…beep…beep of the heart monitor echo in the tiny room. He’s never seen his father this vulnerable–he looks tiny in the massive hospital bed, skinny arms and legs and gaunt face. All he can do is look at him.

Two weeks later, when his mother finally makes the decision to take his father off life support, he goes peacefully, one last rattling breath and then–it’s over. He feels a lightness he hasn’t felt in a long time, maybe in forever. Doesn’t go to the funeral, but feels guilty enough to show up to the wake afterwards. His mother doesn’t mention his absence, but Tommy’s anger is enough for the both of them. As he leaves later that night, she presses something into his hand, curling his fingers around it.

His father’s watch, the one he’d never taken off. Joel rubs his fingers along the rough material of the army green strap, clasps it around his wrist with shaky hands.

He wakes up on his sixty-third birthday to a cold house, much colder than he’s used to. He’s confused for a moment and then remembers where he is–his new house in Jackson. It takes him a minute to get out of bed, ignoring the aching of his bones and the stiffness in his joints. It’s a process just to get dressed, his fingers frozen from the cold and most likely arthritis. By the time he heads out the door, the sun is high in the sky, warming away the morning chill. Plenty of people are out and about this afternoon, scurrying from door to door or just enjoying the late September sun. He stops by Tommy’s, who’s out on patrol, says hello to Maria and the little terrors running around the house.

At the greenhouse, he chats with the young woman working there, sweet-talks her into letting him take a few late-season blooms. Her cheeks are pink when she hands the bundle of flowers to him and he drawls out thank you, darlin’, giving her a quick wink before he slips away. He takes his time walking out to the edge of town–not that he has much of a choice these days. The sun peeks out above the mountains, cutting down on some of the autumn chill that he’s still not used to, even after twenty years in Boston. The weather here is even more unpredictable, icy and -20 one day and sunny and 50s the next. He’s grateful that today seems like a nice day, probably one of the last before winter hits.

He opens the rusted gate, letting it slam shut behind him, not noticing or caring how loud it is. His feet take him down the worn path he knows so well, weaving in between various headstones and memorials. He finds the one he wants, brushing a few leaves away and placing the bouquet of flowers down gently. His knees crack when he kneels down, moisture soaking through the legs of his jeans, but he doesn’t notice.

Sarah Miller, Beloved Daughter, Niece, Friend, the stone reads. There’s a butterfly carved into the upper corner. The stone is a light gray marble, the kind that sparkles subtly when the sunlight hits it just right. He runs his hand over the smooth stone, the sunken letters. Closes his eyes and lets himself feel, for the first time in a long time.

Hey, babygirl, he says. And that’s how he spends the rest of the day, finally with his daughter again.

BONUS:

On what he thinks is his fiftieth birthday, Joel wakes up slowly, in no rush–a luxury now that the world has gone to shit. In the haze before fully waking up, he registers the sounds of someone moving around his kitchen. When he closes his eyes again, he pretends it’s Sarah, making him breakfast just like she did on the last birthday he would ever have with her.

He pulls a worn flannel on and shuffles out to find Tess sprawled out at the kitchen table. The smell of coffee draws him in–if sleep is a luxury now, coffee is practically unheard of. There’s even a small bowl of sugar, and he wonders how many ration cards she gave up for that, too. She gives him a small smile, tells him happy birthday, you old man, and he grumbles and hides his smile behind the top of his mug.

Three days later, when they’re waiting in a safe house outside the QZ, his foot catches on a crumpled piece of paper–a card, worn down and missing one corner. The print is barely legible, but he squints and focuses on reading the front: You still look 21… from a distance! A tiny cartoon man stands in the middle, waving. He ignores the handwritten message on the inside. He snorts and Tess turns to look at him, raises an eyebrow when he nods his head to the card, ignoring the flutter in his chest when her face lights up with a wide grin. She peels it off the floor, this crusty disintegrating piece of paper, says huh, would ya look at that, and shoves it in his back pocket when she thinks he’s not looking.

He thinks about that card, when he’s out of the QZ, long after Tess is gone, and adds not keeping it to his long list of regrets.

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#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller fic #character study #? i guess #idk what possessed me but i couldn't stop thinking about how many depressing birthdays joel's probably had in his life #besides his daughter literally dying on his birthday #idk what this is but here you go!#joel wanting to be the father he never had #NO ONE TALK TO ME IM EMO #(jk pls yell about joel with me)#lexi writes things

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hxjikonn · 1 year

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HI HIIII CONGRATS ON YOUR 143 FOLLOWERS OR MILESTONE??? IDK WHICH ONE I SHOULD USE FOR THIS IM SORRY 😭

May i request a long fic comfort with Azul ashengrotto, with Reader who has been hiding their true feelings from everyone and even observant person can’t tell if they’re hiding it or not and tend to avoid certain question, because they’re used to be not hear out/has experience their problems spread around school(perhaps), pls?

IM SORRY IF THIS TOO MUCH BUT REALLY NO PRESSURE FOR YOU DOING THIS—I JUST WANT TO MAKE MYSELF CRY HARDER AND I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH🥹💕

A/N: OMG ILYT DUDE UR ALWAYS SO INTERACTIVE WHENEVER I POST MY WORK I HOPE YOU CAN STILL CRY TO THIS EVEN THOUGH IT TOOK SO LONG🥹♥︎

Put on a show!

☆Staring☆: Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Synopsis: When you chose to hide your emotions from everyone, Azul wondered why it had to include him…why can’t you let anyone in your head? How long do you think you can hold it together before you fall apart.

“Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of?” - Anna (Frozen)

Artist: @/uri_hir on twtr

To most people, you were an open book, you always spoke your mind, you always showed them how you felt, and let them know if you were okay…at least that’s how you play your little illusion. Little did they know that you had chapters hidden from within the pages they read, things that you swore you’d never let anyone know, in fear of allowing them to see your weaknesses that they can use against you.

It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t always this way, ever since then you bottled up everything, that particular day when…“Y/N!!!” Ace called out, snapping you out of your thoughts, “hm?” You hummed, once again silently putting on the mask you were used to showing everyone. “Wanna go to Monstro Lounge with me and Deuce? We thought it’d be nice to chill after that hellish spell drive training” He offered.

The training was hellish, and you were tired…no screw that, you were drained, you didn’t just keep up with them, you were also keeping up the facade you played, this other ‘you’ who everyone knows and loves. But of course, this version of ‘you’ is also a people pleaser, so reluctantly you said agreed to go. “Sure! I’ll come with” enthusiastically you stood up and grabbed your stuff.

Deuce smiled seeing you still so active “I wish I had Y/n’s personality…” No you don’t. Ace agreed and stood up to grab his stuff aswell “I know right, always so energetically postive” No I’m not. You just laughed at the two, halfheartedly but you didn’t let it show since you didn’t want them to think otherwise.

You carried Grim because the cat was asleep, and you three strolled on to Monstro Lounge together. The odds were somewhat on your favor, because it wasn’t that packed in the Lounge when you arrived, conveniently too, the last thing you want right now is a larger crowed to appease and entertain with your little act. You took a seat at a table as Ace and Deuce chattered along behind you, arguing about who knows what again.

You place Grim down and allowed yourself to ‘let lose’ a little since the other two were still at the bar side getting drinks, you let yourself have a break from smiley, happy, and bright, letting your exhaustion be visible, you sighed somehow calm because you were tucked away in a corner where no one really saw you.

“You look quite worn out prefect, are you not feeling well?” Suddenly a voice from behind you emerged, you looked up to see Jade, leaning from behind you seat, “Oh hi Jade! It’s nothing, the spell drive training was just extra rough today…” you reasoned with him, desperately trying to play your character again. Knowing how Jade is the more observant twin, you were nervous that he saw right through you.

He nodded, “Of course, can I get you anything?” He asked, you shook your head and pointed at Ace and Deuce coming to your table with drinks, “Ah I see, then I’ll let you relax now and enjoy your drinks, let me know if you need anything else” he smiled, striding away to other tables, you let out a silent breath of relief.

You thank the two for getting you your drink and sipped on it, still on edge about the happenings from earlier, you let your mask slip away one time and almost got caught, never again. You thought, breaking away from talking with the voices in your head, you joined in on the other two’s conversation, hoping to forget what just happened.

You three rambled on and on, hoping from one topic to another, you were hoping to finish soon since right now you just wanted to go home and really relax, you can feel the bottle you store your emotions in is already nearing it’s overflow, you needed to let it out, but not here, not now. Just. A. Little. Longer.

As you three stood up leave, Floyd suddenly grabbed both your shoulders, which surprised you, “Shimpyyy~~~ Hello~~~~” he greeted, you smiled, “Hi Floyd! We were just leaving” you said, hoping that you didn’t sound like you were rushing it. “No you’re not, Azul called for ya! You two go on ahead~ We’ll borrow Shimpy for awhile” he shooed off Ace and Deuce and they awkwardly waved you goodbye having no choice.

Great, you quietly took a deep breath, desperately trying to glue the pieces of your mask together as it was wearing off, “Lead the way!” You smiled at Floyd who gladly lead you Azul’s office. Every step you took, you felt it, the weigh on your chest getting heavier, the ringing in your ears getting louder, your eyes starting to sting with hot tears threatening to come out, but it cant, you cant, not here, not now. Just. A. Little. Longer.

Floyd opened the door for you “Shimpy me n’ Jade will take care of baby seal” he took Grim from your arms gently, and you mouthed a silent thank you as you stepped in the room. Azul had always been warry of you, you were always smiling, not the sly kind like Rook’s, or the carefree kind like Kalim’s. It always seemed hollow like we weren’t really there.

He was eager to find out, you had always been a peculiar human from the moment you came here, but what irked him more was why and how you didn’t seem to be bothered by anything, despite countless overblot encounters, the belittling you hear from the students here, you having no way back home…Nothing fazed you, even if you did show other emotions, it always seemed like you dialed it down.

Ever since his overblot, how you’ve helped him overcome it, and how you didn’t treat him any differently despite knowing what he had looked like as a child, He felt safe with you, and wanted you to feel the same way about him. He was curious, but why does it feel like you’ve told him everything about you, yet at same time nothing at all.

When he’d heard from Jade that you were here, he was exhilarated, he wanted to see you since he saw you and the other first years training earlier, and he noticed how tired you looked. So he took it upon himself to make his office nice and cozy, with snacks and drinks, even going as far as replacing the pillows with fluffier ones.

He hoped that maybe this time you’d allow him to break the chains you’ve wrapped around yourself. Maybe this time you’d…”Hi azul” he perked up to look at you, hearing your voice, “Oh Hi! I apologize I didn’t hear you come in…” he explained, he was distracted, but he couldn’t let you know why.

You laughed a little, sitting down on the chair infront of his desk, the relationship you had with him was complicated on your part, you knew everything about him, and grew close to him over time. You even started to think about opening up to him one time, but you stopped yourself, remembering what happened the last time you thought you could trust someone.

You didn’t avoid Azul since then, but made you did make sure to keep your distance, you felt that he was close to figuring you out. And out of all days it had to be now, now that you were close to falling apart, and out of all people it was Azul. You felt weak to your knees but still tried to hold it in. You needed to.

“So what was it that you called me here for?” You asked, you weren’t trying to seem like you wanted to make it quick, worried it’d make him suspicious. “Oh uhm…nothing in particular, Jade mentioned you didn’t look well…” he said, concern lingering in his voice. Oh no. “I’m fine, Just tired from training that’s all” you were desperately not trying to sound in denial but it was slipping out. Just. A. Little.Longer.

“Right…you had spell drive training earlier” he mumbled, you wouldn’t look his way, looking everywhere else but at him. “Is that the only reason?” He couldn’t help it, he wanted to be let in, “yeah…” you simply said, nodding, still flashing him that bright smile, only this time, your act was nearing it’s end, your mask is breaking.

“Y/n…” he called out, oh no. “I’ve noticed…” oh no. “Please, I want you to trust me.” He looked at you, empathy and worry in his eyes. You felt guilty for not trusting him enough to tell him, but it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t let yourself get hurt again. “I’m alright, really. Just really really worn out.” You defended, you avoided saying whether you trusted him or not.

“From practice or From something else?” He pried, you felt your hands shake, you clasped them together tightly, and wish he wouldn’t see. You couldn’t say anything, you couldn’t speak, it was as if there was someone over your shoulder reminding you that if you were to trust anyone again, you’d be broken beyond repair. “just tired..” you croaked out, praying to whatever deity is there that he’d let it go.

Azul had enough, he wasn’t stupid, he knew you’re holding yourself back. Sighing, he stood up and went towards you. You’re done for. That voice inside your head taunted you, as his figure loomed over your shaking one, suddenly the room felt like it was collapsing, like eyes were everywhere just waiting for you to break, you could hear them again, the whispers and mumbles from your past, your little illusion of a happier ‘you’ was shattering.

Show’s over.

Azul, was too busy trying to figure out what to do, how he could make you tell him what’s wrong. He didn’t notice you were crumbling beneath him, your heavy breaths stopped his train of thought, his attention’s now all on you. He panicked, he never meant to push you this far, he only wanted for you to feel safe around him. He crouched down, meeting your eyes.

For the first time, he saw raw emotions, but not the ones he wanted to see from you. You’re eyes wide with fear as hot tears drip and trickle down from them, you were covering your ears, you’re breathing heavily…you were scared. He felt his hand grow cold, the last thing he wanted to make you feel was scared.

He reached out, holding your face on his hands gently, as if you were made out of porcelain. “Y/n…hey….look at me…” he called out, voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for you to hear. You looked up at him, crying, trauma evident within your gaze. You thought he’d be looking at you with disgusting or betrayal in his eyes, but all there were was concern, worry, care.

“I’m sorry, I never wanted to scare you like this…” he apologized, “I only wanted for you tell me what’s wrong, There’s something wrong and I want to help you like you helped me…but I can’t if you don’t let me know…please…” he pleaded, his intentions were good, he wanted you to know that. “I’m tired…” you said. He opened his mouth to say something but you continued on.

“I’m so tired of being scared…I’m so tired of hiding…” you quietly said, your voice was weak…it broke him. “I wanted to tell you, I really did…But I just don’t wanna get hurt again, I feel like if I do, I won’t be able to fix myself…I’m so sorry Azul…” you cried, he felt the fear and pain in your voice, he wondered who could’ve hurt you so bad for you to suffer like this.

He pulled you into a warm embrace, he was also shaking, out of anger that is, he wanted to know who made you this way, who caused you pain, he wanted them to feel as traumatized as you are, but for now all he needed to do was calm you down. “Don’t be sorry…it wasn’t your fault” you sobbed hearing his words, “It’s okay… I wont hurt you, I promise…” he adds caressing your hair.

After a little while, Azul had noticed you stopped shaking, and your cries had been reduced to sniffles, and your body went slump against his. He looked down to see you asleep, he sighed, wiping the tears stains that trailed down your cheek, he felt you flinch against his touch but then eased back up.

He carried you and laid you down the couch that he filled with fluffy pillow and blankets. He made sure to tuck you in, making sure you were comfortable. When he was sure you’re fast asleep, he kissed you hand and left the room for a bit. He asked Floyd to place Grim beside you, and come right out.

When the twins were both present he told them to keep an eye on you starting now. If anyone were to talk badly about you, upset you, threaten you, or hurt you. The tweels were going take out the trash.

A/N: Once again people, not proofread lol💀 sorry in advance for mistakes I swear I’m fluent in english, just slightly dysfunctional 💀💀

Edit 1: omg I fixed a part that had missing words it was Floyd’s line, I’m so sorry that must’ve been confusing😭🤚🏻

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disasterofastory · 7 months

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The pretty little actress of Rogers + Script (Steve Rogers x Reader)

The pretty little actress of Rogers + Script // Extra chapter for The pretty little actress of Rogers Steve Rogers x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: smut

Summary: Steve helps you with your lines.

A/N: The script part is from here. And this is the third chapter I post today because my kinktober will be busy with another fandom. Enjoy!

"What are you doing?" Steve asks you from behind. Soon, his chest is pressed against your back, and his warm breath fans over the curve of your neck as he leans closer to see the papers in your hands. You let yourself fall back against his body, and he keeps you steady on the chair with his arms around your middle. "I try to learn my lines," you reply, eyes still on the black ink. "And how is it going?" he hums questioningly. You shrug. "I hoped it would go better." "I could help," he suggests after a few seconds. Surprise shows on your face as you lean away from him to look back over your shoulder. "You would?" You ask. "Of course," Steve smiles. "I can try."

"Are you ready?" You ask Steve when you are in the living room, your papers now in his hands. Both of your stand in front of each other in the middle of the room. "Yes," he nods, running over the lines one more time before his eyes find yours.

"God knows what he'll say, Jim," You sigh. Your voice is different. There is a slight despair and sadness in your tone. Steve grunts his answer. "Let 'im. He's come too late, that's all." "He couldn't come before." You shake your head. "I'm frightened. He was fond of me." "And aren't I fond of you?" His arm slides around your waist, pulling you against his body. It's not in the script, but you don't say a word. "I ought to 'a waited, Jim; with 'im in the fightin'." You continue. Your hand rests on his chest. You can feel the beating of his heart under your palm. Steve's voice gets passionate with a hint of anger. His arm around you tightens. "And what about me? Aren't I been in the fightin'—earned all I could get?" Your hand moves up to his face as you gasp. "Did you—?" You shake your head. "Not like you, Jim—not like you." Steve grunts again. "Have a spirit, then." "I promised him." "One man's luck, another's poison." "I ought to 'a waited. I never thought he'd come back from the fightin'." "Maybe 'e'd better not 'ave." He replies grimly. You find it hard to do your part of the scene. Steve's arm around you is firm, and his face is hard and fits into the role perfectly. "Daisy, don't you never go back on me, or I should kill you, and 'im too." Her threat makes you gasp again as you start to tremble. Cupping his face, you kiss him. It's short and soft, but enough to light the fire in your lower belly. "I never could," you breathe out. "Will you run for it? 'E'd never find us!" You shake your head. "What's the good o' stayin'? The world's wide." His blue eyes go back and forth between you and the paper he holds in his other hand. The lines roll off his tongue easily with the right tone at the right time. "Jim, do you love me true?" He pulls you even closer after your question. Your whole body is pressed against his. Your nipples harden at the feeling of his hard chest. "I ain't ashamed—I ain't ashamed. If 'e could see me 'eart." "Daisy! If I'd known you out there, I never could 'a stuck it. They'd 'a got me for a deserter. That's how I love you!" "Jim, don't lift your hand to 'im! Promise!" You are loud and desperate as you beg. "That's according." "Promise!" You beg. You have to force yourself not to smile the whole time you play your roles. Steve is really talented, even though you can feel the hardness in his pants pressing against your hipbone. It's not really professional, but you don't complain. "No fear! Shan't 'ave no need for it like as not. All right, little Daisy; you can't be expected to see things like what we do. What's life, anyway? I've seen a thousand lives taken in five minutes. I've seen dead men on the wires like flies on a flypaper. I've been as good as dead meself a hundred times. I've killed a dozen men. It's nothin'. He's safe, if 'e don't get my blood up. If he does, nobody's safe; not 'im, nor anybody else; not even you. I'm speakin' sober." Your voice softens again. Your hand slips down around his neck. "Jim, you won't go fightin' in the sun, with the birds all callin'?" He grunts. "That depends on 'im."

And with his last line, he drops the papers to cage you against him entirely. He kisses you vehemently and roughly. He bites into your lower lip, demanding entrance to lick into your mouth when you moan at the light sting. "It's not in the script," you state against him as you gasp for air. Your lips are already swollen and burning. "I think it should," he pants, leaning back to you again. "Oh," you grin teasingly between his kisses. "You think someone else should kiss me like this?" Both of you know it's a joke. Whatever happens on the stage stays on the stage, but Steve still growls with disapproval. "Hell no," he replies. His large hands slip down to your ass, groping the soft flesh before hauling you up to curl your legs around his thin waist. "You should only kiss me," he rasps. "These lips," he continues, biting your lower lip again to pull on it, "are mine." "Yours," you hum. "And these tits are mine to play with." He let you fall on the kitchen counter. Legs spread open. His thumb ghosts over your nipple through your shirt. You nod and mewl the whole time. Steve makes you dizzy and desperate for more. "And this pussy..." His expression is firm and determined. You have to hold onto the counter as he frees you from your jeans and panties. The fabrics fall to the ground carelessly. His dark gaze is already between your legs. Your wetness is smeared on your inner thighs and glints under the lights. "This sweet, tight cunt is mine to taste and fuck." "Yes," you moan. His hands slide from your knees to your hip to pull you to the edge. The marble is cold under your bare bottom. "Tell me, Sugar," Steve orders. "Tell me whose pussy this is." "It's yours, Steve," you reply immediately. You would say and do everything he wants. "And don't forget it."

Steve falls on his knees in front of you, putting your legs over his broad shoulders with ease. The new position gives him a great view of your slick center. Your clit throbs and aches with need and impatience. "Please, Steve," you cry. Your hips push up on their own accord. "I need you." He doesn't answer. His long fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you in place, and without any warning, he dives into your pussy. He feasts on your wetness while his home is filled with his grunts and your moans. Every lick and swirl of his tongue makes the coal in your stomach burn more. Your thighs around his head tighten, but Steve doesn't complain. If he has to go like this, he will go as a happy man. His plump lips seal around your clit, sucking it as if his life depends on it. The sudden, almost painful feeling sucks every air from your lungs and every coherent thought from your mind. You moan and wail under his attack. "Steve," you cry out his name. Your arms shake as you try to keep yourself sitting. "SteveSteveSteve." He growls in approval, licking a long stripe on your burning pussy. "Cum for me, Sugar," he says. "Make a mess on my face." And you do. The moment his attention is back on your clit, you cum. Your eyes close shut, your lips fall open, and your throat is hoarse from screaming and chanting his name without pause.

Your hands find Steve's shoulders when he stands up between your legs. His face is wet with your juices. His eyes are still dark and ready for another round. "What," you pant. "What happened to you?" The words are slurry and barely louder than a whisper. Your whole body trembles and twitches from the remains of pleasure striking through you.

Steve smirks at your airy question. The confession of him getting a hard-on every time he sees you play is for another time.

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her-favorite · 1 year

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Hi love, saw your post and sending you a lot of good vibes ❤️

Please do hurt/comfort for Tate! I mean when Tate is the one who crying and the reader comforts him. I think maybe it’s the moment when Tate finds out that Kurt Cobain is dead? I’ve never seen imagines about that, but it is so obvious, Tate was a huge fan of him

thank you sweetheart! more shit went down, but i confronted them all and they’re all out of my life now, so we’re good!!

Tate Langdon x F!Reader

Summary: When Tate told you the bad news, all you needed was to hold each other

Warnings: mentions of kurt cobains death :(, more so pre-death tate (even though they both passed in 1994), short- im sorry!

a/n: i fucking LOVE kurt and Nirvana so, as sad as this request is, im really happy to be able to add Kurt to something (especially with tate!)

You laid on your bed, your eyes scanning over each word that was painted on your page. Your book had captivated you for awhile now, having spent most of your day laying down and reading, occasionally putting on a song in the background.

You jumped when you heard a quiet knock at your door, looking up to it. “Come in!” You yell, not breaking eye contact with the door until it started to creak open. A head of blonde curls welcomed itself inside, making a smile break out on your face. “Hey, baby. What’s up?” You fold the corner of your page down, closing your book and setting it on the bedside table.

You were home alone and you always told Tate that we was always welcome. He quickly took that promise and always surprised you with his entrance every now and then. But today something felt off.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, moving slightly, ready to walk over to him. Before you could get up to walk to him, he let out a sob and walked fast over towards you and your bed. His sweater covered half of his palms, but his hands were hiding his face behind them. He laid down beside you, immediately shoving his face into your stomach. Your shirt was soft against his red cheek, but quickly soaked up the tears that left his eyes. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, sobbing into you.

“Tate, babe, what’s wrong?” You were surprised by his outburst, but put a reassuring hand on his back and the other went for his hair. You hand combed through it, leaning down to press a kiss to the mess of knots.

“He’s dead.” His hiccups showed his hurt, but you were still as confused as ever. His fingers dug into your skin, definitely leaving a mark.

“Sh, baby, take a deep breath.” You whisper, your hand brushing the hair away from his eyes. He looked up at you, his eyes and nose red and his tears wet against his cheeks. “Who’s dead?” Your heart was racing for the answer, scared and worried to find out who it was since it was causing your boyfriend so much pain.

“Kurt.” He shoved his face back into your shirt.

You froze, your hand stilling in his hair. “What? Cobain?” You ask, begging for him to deny. But he didn’t. All he did was nod. Your shoulders dropped and your heart felt like it was melting.

You and Tate had always shared the love for Kurt Cobain. Him and his band were your favorite artists. The first time you met him, your first topic was Nirvana. As soon as each of you found out that you both loved them, it was a quick click between the both of you.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, your hand tightening in his hair. You felt the wet tears roll down your cheeks, hugging Tate’s body closer to yours. “Oh, baby,” You sob, resting your forehead on his head. You pressed kisses against his hair, rubbing one of your hands down his back. You noticed when he walked in that he was wearing a Nirvana shirt under his dark cardigan.

You heard his sniffles against your stomach, quickly rubbing the tears away from your cheeks to hold his. He looked at you, his eyes watering again when he saw your state.

“It’s okay, Tate. It’s gonna be okay.” You rested your forehead against his, both of your hands cupping the back of his head. You felt his subtle nod against you, not sure if he believed you or not, but he sure as hell wanted to.

You both sat there for a little while longer, waiting for you guys to calm down. Once you felt your tears dry and Tate’s as well, you took a deep breath and rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone. He moved up to lay his head in your neck, pressing a couple kisses against your skin and collarbone.

You rubbed his back, your other hand reaching up to play with his curls again. “It’s gonna be okay.” You kissed his head. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

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ells-18 · 10 months

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Good, princess.

- the one where they give each other a good time -

“For fuck sake” Harry groans, with his head in his hands from the desk in our room. He’s been filming a video with Vik and Willne for the last while.

Im laid on our bed, my head shoots ip from my phone when I hear him groan of annoyance.

Unsure wether to approach him or not, I stay where I am. Paying my attention back to my phone.

“Sorry guys.. I’ll be 10 minutes I have to pick up Basil from the vets” will pops back up on the screen.

“That’s fine mate, I’ve got something I need to do quick too” Vik says.

“I’ll wait here” Harry smiles gently.

The both of them left the lobby, leaving Harry himself. He turned off his camera and muted himself.

He spins his chair around to face me, seeing what I’m doing. I don’t look up because I’m intrigued of a post I’ve seen on instagram. He sighs again, spinning back around.

This time, I plop my phone onto the bed and stand up adjusting my shorts.

I wore comfy clothes as we aren’t going out today because Haz is filming. Short shorts, one of Harry’s t shorts with his favourite white lace bra underneath.

I stand behind him and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing the side of his face gently. “You okay?”

I felt him relax beneath me, he takes hold of my hand and leads me to straddle his lap. That I did.

He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands placed on my lower back pulling me closer into him.

“I’m okay, baby. Just can’t be arsed filming anything today” he answers my previous question, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ears.

“Why’s that?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with the back of his hair.

“Wanted to spend it with you” he responded, fiddling with the hem of my t shirt. Well.. his.

I smile lightly, laying my head against his. “You still can, H”

“I just missed you.. I was gonna filming for over a week and I only got back today and I’m filming again. I dunno I just feel terrible for leaving you all the time” he sulks, still handsy with me.

He did have a point. The guys were filming for the good holiday vs bad holiday. When they got back two days ago I hadn’t seen him because they had to film yet another sidemen Sunday. As much as I miss him when he’s gone, I’m so supportive of him and the boys.

“I missed you so much, Harry. I always do when you’re gone. But I’m so proud of what you’re doing.. please don’t feel bad, silly” I chuckle, and kiss his nose making him laugh.

“I’d rather be in bed all day with you than film with these losers” he covers his face with his hands, groaning.

“It can’t be thattt bad” I try and defend will and vik. They’re both probably as tired- especially vik too after the trip.

“It’s not.. but there’s a few things I’d rather be doing than film with them” he says, sliding his hands under my t shirt and tightly gripping onto my hips.

“Mmm and what would that be?” I ask, sliding my hands down his back, dragging my nails on the way.

He grinds my hips down onto his, making a quiet moan escape my lips as I felt him against my core.

He continues doing this, making him hiss.

“Baby.. I want you to do something for me” he speaks, slowing down his movements.

I look at him, “anything”

“Ride my thigh”

“Harry mate, where’s your camera gone?” The Geordie asks.

“Ah mate it broke” he was quick to lie.

“It broke.. within the ten minutes we were gone?” Vik asks, not buying it.

“Yeah. Y/n brought Herb to me and he broke the camera”

“He broke the camera?” Vik laughs, still not buying it.

“That’s something Basil would do” will laughs. “How is y/n?” Will continues.

“Yeah mate she’s great, currently getting herself off on my thigh. How’s Mia?”

That is what he was thinking, of course. He didn’t say that.

“She’s good, she’s currently asleep. Long shift” he says, turning his attention back to me, getting ready to help me.

“We will just watch this video, and I’ll tell you the catch of the video afterwards. Feel free to mute or whatever you want- just make sure to watch the video” will explains.

Harry automatically mutes himself.

He holds onto my hips and gets ready for me to ride his thigh.

“Now you can be a as loud as you want, baby” he whispers against my ear, tugging at it.

I feel myself getting impatient, rubbing myself against his shorts. “Harry” I whimper.

“Oh of course” he pulls his short leg up. “Go on princess. I wanna see”

I start by slowly moving my hips against his muscly thigh, automatically feeling pleasure.

“Oh, Harry”

He pushes my waist further down on him, and hides his face in the crook of my neck kissing it gently. “That’s it, baby” his muffled voice says.

I rock my hips faster and harder, feeling every sensation he was giving me.

“Need- need” i breathlessly pant, as he moves me faster digging his veiny hands into my waist.

“What do you need, princess”

“You. More of-“ I was interrupted by a moan as the feeling got even better than before. “More of you, Harry. Please”

“Hmmm” he hums while putting his hand underneath my shorts and pants finding my clit and circles it slowly.

“Fuck” I whimper at the new feeling.

He looks at me and smirks, moving his fingers around faster.

I lean back, pulling off the t shirt that was hanging from my body and throw it on the floor a few feet away.

He groans at the sighs of my chest. His favourite bra.

“The things you do to me, baby” he groans, taking one hand to cup one of my boobs while the other still circles around.

“Bounce” he smirks.

A turn on of Harry’s is seeing my chest bounce up and down. When you ride him? Fuck yes.

I move my hips on him again, this time up and down. They’re definitely bouncing, my hand trails down my body all the way to Harry’s shorts.

He was focused on circling my clit, not noticing what I’m doing.

I began to palm him through his shorts, his lips automatically attached to mine as he deeply kissed me. My hand moved under the fabric of his boxers and palm him.

He open mouth moans into my mouth. “Please”

“Fuckkk, Harry” I moan into the air, continuing to park move my hand up and down him.

“You’re mesmerising” he groans, continuing his actions. He speeds it up. I follow along speeding up my hand movements.

“Ahh- Harry I’m close” I moan into his ear.

“Same, bab- baby” he hisses.

I grind my hips against his fingers, making me moan even louder.

“You ready baby?” He whispers, nibbling on my ear gently. I nod.

“Words, n/n” he grunts.

“Let me cjm” I whisper desperately. “Please”

“Let it go, give me it all” he grunts.

We both ended up finishing their, moaning and groaning against each others mouths.

Finally coming down from our highs, catching our breaths.

When he could finally breath at a steady pace, he leans in and kisses mt lips gently. “How I missed you, angel”

Before I could reply-

“Oi! Harry! It’s been 15 minutes where are you!” Will shouts in his thick accent.

“Sorry mate, I’m back. Herb was being bad” Harry says, he covers my face with his hand so they don’t hear me laugh.

“It’s alright pal” Will says. “So how did you enjoy the video?”

“Yeah mate. Was great.. found it very funny. Great” Harry responds.

“Harry.. it was about homeless children..” Vik says.

This is when I burst out laughing.

“Y/n!” Harry yells, trying to hide my laughter.

“Is y/n there? Ayy y/n how are you pal!”

“Hey will. I’m great.. tired out”

“What you been doing that’s made you so tired?” Vik asks.. immediately regretting it.

“For fuck sake!” Will laughs.

Harry turns his camera back on. “Sorry lads. Couldn’t resist”

“This is going on twitter!” Will shots, and then leaves the call.

“He’s bluffing. Nice to speak to you guys. Till next time” Vik leaves the call.

A few hours later, Harry and I were cuddled up in bed.

“Haz..”

“Yeah?” He looks at me.

“Do you think Will was Being serious.. about posting it on twitter?”

Harry pulls out his phone and enters twitter. “Fuck”

“I’m going to kill that stupid geordie gremlin” I groan.

#w2s imagine

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