#i am about to fall asleep at my laptop no joke

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Fred Weasley NSFW alphabet

Kinktober 2023

I am so late to Kinktober. I kept procrastinating and getting side tracked. I am in the process of finishing a George Weasley NSFW alphabet but my laptop has decided that it doesn’t want to turn back on, so for anyone interested it might be a little backlogged.

TW: Fred is a dirty devil and I won't hide it, mean-dom Fred, brief somnophilia? (no touching but sexual activity next to a sleeping person), allusions to a piss kink, oral (giving and receiving, there’s O for you), overstimulation, mentions of praise and degrading, a smidge of jealous Fred,

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Although Fred can sometimes be a meanie (in a teasing way), he will always hold you after sex. He’ll get everything you ask for and stroke your hair until you fall asleep. Even at times when he's too tired to even move, he’ll cater to you first.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He couldn't possibly decide what he likes more: your pretty pussy that sucks him in so perfectly or those gorgeous tits that bounce when he goes harder. If he had to pick, he’d probably go with neither and choose your lips. Not because of how kissabe they are but because of how perfect they look wrapped around his cock.

On himself, he likes his forearms (bare with me on this). He likes how his veins look when he’s gripping something, whether it's his old club from his time as a beater in Hogwarts or your hips. He also knows how good he looks when he rolls his shirt up to his elbows. He knows he looks good because of how turned on you get from it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Where do I start? This man loves to either cum in you or on you. He adores cumming inside you and pushing it back inside when it leaks out, but he also loves it when it stains your tits. Another thing he loves is seeing it drip down your chin after you’ve sucked him off. He teases you and calls you his messy little whore.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a dirty fantasy about fucking you at The Burrow during a family get together. Just the thought of you trying to keep quiet while he rearranges your insides. He can imagine how worried you'd be about waking everyone else while he buries himself so deep inside of you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he knows what he's doing and he knows he does it well. He won’t even try to hide how much action he got at Hogwarts (after he reached 16). But when he met you, you were everything he needed and more. The only one for him. He now uses all his experience to make you see stars.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Fred (being the kinky guy that he is) absolutely loves any position that lets him know that he's the one in charge. If he’s in a tender mood, he will absolutely do missionary and keep his head close to yours as he presses soft kisses to your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humourous? etc.)

Surprisingly, sex is one of the only times when this jokester is serious. He won't be deadly serious, but he's too focused on the moment to crack any jokes or make you giggle. Why would he make you giggle when he could make you scream? ;)

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has never really been the grooming sort. His hair is a mop of ginger, the carpet will match. He does groom and trim it occasionally but he’ll never go out of his way to be completely shaven. If you like no hair for him, he won’t exactly rush to shave it all. He likes to have the final word about his down-there hair, the same way he believes you should with yours. If you have hair or you don’t, he won't care since it's your decision.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

It depends entirely on his day. If he's had a good day at work, he can be very romantic and loving in the moment. He will take care of you and hold you and he goes slow and steady. If his day has been stressful, you are going to have a face full of mattress and your insides rearranged.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This man can't keep his hands off of himself. He would masturbate at least 2 times a day. He's not addicted to it, he just uses the excuse of it being a great stress reliever. He won’t stop once you enter his life and his bed. In fact, having you around makes it 10 times better. He loves to jerk off before you get home, he loves the thought of being caught by you. He really loves to jerk off next to you while you sleep, holding back his moans and grunts as he watches your face. Such an innocent look, not for long ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

How much time have you got?

Bondage, Daddy kink, Public stuff (touching, teasing, sex, anything at all), Sex toys, Power play/ Dom & Sub (dom Fred is here to stay), Roleplay (is it a kink? No. Am I adding it? yes) Voyeurism, Threesome (just because George joins, doesnt make it incest), Spanking, Innocent kink (pair that with the Daddy kink and you wont be walking straight for a week), edging, orgasm denial.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since he loves public sex so much, he won't hesitate to pull you into small alleyways that lead out of Diagon Alley. He won't even hesitate to slip inside of you if you are serving a customer (if you happen to work at the shop). He does like having his way with you in bed or in the shower but he finds public places the most exciting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. anything you do or anything you wear has him popping a boner. Before you, he had some flings that would get him hard. He always assures you that out of all of his past girlfriends, you make him harder than they did and quicker than they could (isn't he a sweetheart?)

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bodily fluids (he won't mind giving you the odd golden shower if it's something that you’re into), sharing: he won't mind sharing you with George but anyone else is a no-no, I feel like he’d also be against being a sub (if you can convince him enough, then he’ll give in)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves either, because he can control both. If you have his cock in your mouth, he will have an iron grip on your hair. He will move your head for you and train you to be his pretty little cock warmer. If you’re crying and gagging because you can't take it, he knows just what to say to keep himself nestled deep in your throat.

If he’s between your legs with his mouth on your clit, he will be controlling every little thing. Every little twitch of your walls, every little hip movement, it's all because of him and that dirty mouth of his. He will control everything about your orgasm too. You’re close and need to cum? Well you better hope that Fred is in a good mood or else you’ll be edged into next week.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his day and his mood. If he’s missed you all day, then he’ll do something romantic for you before taking you to the bedroom. He’ll be slow and gentle and give you so many kisses and tell you just how much he loves you while he’s holding you tight against his body.

If his day was stressful and the customers were assholes, then he needs your pretty little cunt as a stress reliever. He won’t even get undressed, he just bends you over the nearest surface and fucks you like a man gone mad. And if this happens, then any clothing covering your cunt is being ripped off, no hesitation. But he’ll always buy you new clothes to say sorry.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves a quickie, just the same as he loves a fuck-athon (a fuck marathon). Sometimes this man just can't wait to get you home before ravishing you. Cue a quickie in an alleyway. Quickies only really happen before work. He just needs you so much before a long shift.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Risky as hell. He’ll fuck you at The Burrow at family functions. Bill and Fleur's wedding? He was fucking your brains out back at the house (fucking like rabbits is all too fitting at The Burrow). I’ll say it again, he loves public sex. He's a risky bitch and a frisky bitch. He is happy to experiment with anything you want to try. New sex position? Done. New toys? Already brought. You being in charge? Keep asking and maybe.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He is like a rabbit. He can last all night and all morning and still have the energy for work. If you can't last as long, he will sometimes keep going because he loves to hear you whimper and sob from being too sensitive. If he knows that you can't handle it, then he’ll put his stamina on hold and tend to you, he can carry on with his hand while you sleep.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s got a whole chest full of toys. He even goes out of his way to buy new sex toys from muggle shops. He doesn't use them on himself that much, maybe the odd fleshlight or cock ring, he mainly buys them for you. He takes ‘the more, the merrier’ to a new level. He’ll have you stuffed full of toys because he loves seeing just how much you can take.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The king of tease. He’s very dominant and loves reminding you of the simple fact that you can't cum without his permission. And for that very reason, he’ll tease you and edge you until you admit it. Sometimes, he’ll tease you in the morning and leave you wet and needy until he finishes work. He even comes upstairs to the flat to check on you (or so he tells you, its to make sure you haven't touched yourself without permission)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud, but he does moan and groan. How can he not? Your tight pussy just feels so heavily wrapped around his cock. The only thing you really hear from him are either praises of how pretty you look and how you’re such a good girl or teasing, degrading remarks such as what a little slut you are and how you’re his perfect fuck toy.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Everytime he catches you and George together (after they agreed to share you), he can't help but get a little jealous. Sure he loves seeing you getting dicked down, but he does worry that you’ll prefer his (identical twin) to him. That's why he loves hearing you say that you’re his, because he sort of thrives from that small remark. It's not only an ego boost and makes him rock solid, but it also eases those red flags in his mind.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got a bit of thickness but he’s longer than he is thick. When he’s hard, he is about 7-8 inches. He’s not very veiny, and he has a few freckles on his shaft. He does have a small mole at the base of his cock but it only becomes visible if he completely shaves his pubic hair.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

How high? Through the roof. This horny devil needs to either fuck or masturbate at least once a day (but he’ll insist that it still isnt enough). If he needs you, he will have you. Sometimes, he’s like a dog in heat (except this lasts 24/7, 365 days a year)

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Although he comes across as a bit of a meanie, he will always carry you into the bathroom and get you cleaned up. He makes you a nice hot cup of tea and cuddles you in bed until you fall asleep. Only after you’ve fallen asleep, will he then sleep. You come first in everything, even sleeping first.

#fred weasley smut #fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fic #kinktober #fred weasley headcanons

[izvmimi]

cw: literally just fluff with the tiniest bit of suggestive talk.

when shoto finds you in the evening circa 7 pm, you're sprawled on your belly on your bed, your laptop in front of you. you've been doing retail therapy for the past hour, without really needing the therapy part of it, adding things you don't expect to buy haphazardly. shoto immediately calls out your name tentatively when he doesn't see you upon entering, and you quickly call back out to him with a "good evening babe!"

shoto pokes his head into the room, sees you and smiles.

"hey, sweetheart."

you look up from your computer and beam at him, and he grins as well. from the look on his face, you discern that he hasn't had a particularly hard day and you're thankful for it. he dips down to kiss you on the forehead, and you close your eyes affectionately.

"how was work?"

"unremarkable." he replies. you giggle at the specific word usage and he shrugs. shoto disappears into the bathroom, then reappears moments later in different, more comfortable clothing, finally settling into the bed next to you.

"did you have a good day today?" he's moved in close, his chin pressed softly on your back as one hand pats your butt then squeezes.

you give him a look, but keep shopping.

"got home much earlier than usual and got bored, so alas."

"catch any villains?" he asks. it's so matter-of-fact that it's almost hilarious and you laugh.

"no, did you?"

he shakes his head. you click through the catalogue again while shoto continues to use your ass as a stress ball but doesn't explicitly ask for sex, then moves to laying his head on it.

"what do you think of this dress?" you ask.

"perfect."

you give him a look. "you barely looked at it!"

he shrugs, then buries his face in your butt and bites it gently. "you look pretty in anything."

you roll your eyes.

"sho!"

he rises up a bit, then smiles at you, eyelids low and dreamy as though he were to fall asleep. maybe he is tired, and absolutely, he is very cute.

"yes, sweetheart?"

"stop buttering me up." you tease. he shrugs again, then lays back in position.

a few more moments pass in silence, with the click click of you adding more and more things you'll never buy to your cart, and suddenly shoto speaks.

"did ___ call you yet?" he asks.

you raise an eyebrow.

"no?"

he twists his mouth to the side. "midoriya's worried he's getting dumped for real this time," he says. his hand has moved now, and he's gently stroking the length of your legs, palm rubbing over your thighs idly.

"i'm sure it'll be fine," you offer.

"mm."

you look at him again, and see the faintest worry in the small thin line of his lips.

"are you that concerned about them?" you ask.

"a little.... i hear breakups in friend groups are contagious."

you give him a blank look, and he returns it, and then you laugh.

"you think i'll dump you if she dumps him?"

shoto frowns.

"maybe."

this actually brings out a big laugh from you, and you shift; he rises and sits back, legs crossed and waiting.

"i am never dumping you. not because of that, not ever. don't be silly." you remind him, a genuine smile on your face. he seems reassured by this, leaning in to cup yours, and giving you a longer than usual peck on the lips.

"promise?"

"promise."

he pulls you into his lap and rearranges your laptop on yours. you continue your scrolling as he presses his chin to your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist. you finally make it to the cart, frown at the price and close out. you let out a sigh.

"well that was fun," you joke.

"you're not gonna buy it?" shoto asks, raising an eyebrow.

you turn to him and stammer.

"i mean, the price-"

"use my credit card."

your face warms. "a-are you sure?"

he bites gently at your shoulder again.

"don't be silly. of course."

#shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto fluff #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: shoto #mimi's notes

[the-offside-rule]

George Russell (Mercedes AMG) - Academic Rival

Requested: yes and I WOULD ARGUE THIS HAS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS TO WRITE

Prompt: 13) "Sometimes I think you do these things just to annoy me."

15) "You're a wonderful person. Don't ever forget that."

Academic Rivals with George Russell

Warnings: bout to be converted to a George girly

"Russell. George! Hey George Russell wake up!"

George snapped awake, looking around confused as his fellow classmates were leaving the lecture hall. "Late night?" He looked up to see Y/n, a girl in his class that he simply despised. She sat a few rows behind him and since they began university, they have been practically rivals. It had been tit for tat on who would get the better test result, who would get the better assignment result, who would get the better anything. "Very, if you must know. Had to finish that assignment that was due this morning." He replied, stretching back in his chair. "Well at least you got it done. I sent mine in last week." Geofge scoffed. "And I am simply delighted that you had enough free time to send it in before me." He replied in a harsh tone. "I've been sending the assignments in before you for the past few weeks, George. Not falling behind, are you?" He stood up quickly and began packing his bag. "Absolutely not! I've just been caught up recently, that's all." She chuckled. "If that's what you want to call it." Y/n opened her refill pad and ripped out a few pieces of paper,before handing them to George. He looked between her and the paper confused. "What is this?" He asked.

"I took the liberty of writing your notes for you." Y/n mumbled, handing him the paper. George examined each piece carefully, seeing her perfect handwriting of her notes on the topic. "You wrote these?" He asked. Y/n nodded and turned to leave. She was just about at the door when she heard the brit call her name, making her look back at him. "Thank you." He muttered, placing them into his folder and walking out of the class behind her. "So what are the plans for this evening?" George asked. "I have a date. My friend set me up so I'm hoping it's not a philosophy student again." George chuckled at the girl. "I'm gonna head this way. My flat is closer to this side." George said. "That's fine. I suppose I'll see you after mid-term?"

"You definitely will. Can't have You having an upper hand on me." Y/n smiled. "Not after today's naptime." George joked. The pair chuckled before bidding their goodbyes and walking their separate ways to their usual study places. Hers being the study hall and his being the old library.

Y/n smiled as she spotted her friend Debs sat at their usual spot with her coffee cup and her headphones connected to her phone and undoubtedly playing Taylor Swift's folklore again. "Hey Debs." Y/n smiled as she sat down and began to set up. "Hey, Y/n. How was class today then?" She asked. "Well, Russell fell asleep. It was funny to see." Y/n replied. "Ah, so noe you have blackmail material. Wonderful." Debs joked. "Actually, I wrote the notes out for him." Y/n questioned the silence after she said that. She looked up to see Debs staring at her eith a shocked expression plastered all over her face. "What?" She asked. "You helped George? Why would you do that? You hate eachother!" Y/n rolled her eyes. "I don't know, Debs. I think it's just a case of us actually maturing now that it's our last year I university together. Just kind of-" Y/n's face dropped as her eyes scanned her files for her document titled Mid-Term assignment but nothing. "Debs....I think I deleted my assignment. Or it didn't save or- fuck!" Debs scooted over to Y/n and scrolled through the laptop while the poor girl beside her, sat with her head in her hands. "Maybe you saved it somewhere else?" She asked. "No, I always save it here. I was working on it this morning! I-"

"Y/l/n." She groaned as she heard the all to familiar voice of her class rival, George Russell trailing behind her. "What the hell do you want?" She asked, continuing to walk and not dignified the brit with a glance. "Studying again?" He grinned. "Yes, I always do." She replied. "It's a shame you have to actually try to be here. It's like you almost don't belong." She scoffed. "And it's almost as if the only reason you're here is because your dad bribed the board." George clenched his jaw before walking over to a table nearby and setting himself up. "What the fuck is he doing studying here? Thats-"

"I'm just gonna have to go to my dorm and start over. All my notes and references I used are up there." Y/n said in a panicked state, began packing everything up and didn't bother herself with why her classmate wasn't studying in his usual spot. She didn't have the time. Every second mattered in this moment. "Debs, I'm I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow but I can't right now." Y/n said as she stood up quickly and hurled the bag across her back, grabbing the attention of a particular classmate nearby. She and Debs briefly exchanged goodbyes, before Y/n set off running to her dorm to quickly throw together her mid-term paper.

A few hours later, Y/n had just about managed to find half of her notes and that's about it. She groaned and chucked yet another folder to the corner and onto the next. A sudden knock caught her off guard from the task at hand. She figured it was just Debs coming to say goodbye before her parents came to pick her up so she sat up off the ground and opened the door with a bright smile, only for it to change to one of pure confusion as she was faced with George.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Y/n grumbled, looking up at her rival. "Well I heard your assignment got deleted." He said. "And what? You're here to laugh?" She arched a brow. "No, I want to help. I have some websites. Might be helpful?" Her face softened at his words. He wanted to help her? "Thanks." She muttered. George pushed past her into the room, taking his scarf off. "Right, you start writing, I'll put on some hot chocolate. Do you like marshmallows? Wait a minute-" He looked in the cupboards. "Do you even have marshmallows?" She shook her head confused. "Right, I'm heading to tesco. They should be open. I'll be right back!" He quickly tied his scarf back around his neck. "Wait, what? What are you doing?" Y/n asked as he walked off. "I just explained-"

"Yeah but you said your train back home goes at twenty past eight. It's a quarter to eight and the train station is a fifteen minute drive away." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's no problem, I'll just get the first one tomorrow." He reassured her and opened up his laptop laptop the websites her had. "Right, so these are the websites I used. Very helpful, but you might already have your references sorted out. So I'll leave you alone with my assignment and these websites and I'll head out. I'll be right back." George smiled and headed towards the door.

"I don't understand." She muttered, amking George stop in the doorway. "You don't have to Y/l/n. I'm trying to help my fellow classmate." He said. "But there's no reason that you of all people should be looking to help me." George chuckled and tied the scarf around his neck. "Think of it as paying it back for today. Its no big deal, swear." George said, going to close the door behind him but stopping to give the last word, as he usually did. "It's nice how you remembered when my train went though." He winked and closed the door, leaving Y/n and her burning red cheeks. She let out a shakey sigh as she tried to steady her heart. Did she...no! Out of the question! Its George, for God's sake!

He- he's kinda sweet.

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #george russell x y/n #george russell x you #george russell oneshot #george russell x reader #george russell imagine #george russell

[satoruzlove]

I AM THINKING SOOO HARD ABOUT MODERN DAY COLLEGE! MIKASA, EREN AND ARMIN!!!! HAVING A FRIEND GROUP W THEM!!!!!

like , okay , eren being that one guy that everyone knows but no one ever really talks to. people smile at him and greet him in the halls but he’s only ever with you, mika and armin between lectures. he’s a sports science major, he’s always at the campus gym or in the library on his laptop doing research. like he’s actually so good at what he’s into. he always has his hair half up, half down, he has a dog tag with his mum’s name on it and he has this wooden bead bracelet he never seems to take off. when he’s nervous [ usually when exam results are being passed out] he’s always fiddling with it. sometimes if he’s REALLY dazed he’ll have his dog tag between his lips and his pupils are all unfocused. he wears a lot of black, mainly heavily distressed jeans, sweats and jumpers. !!! IS A VANS GUY!!!! he draws on the sole of them and has yours, mikasa’s and armin’s names on them. </33333

he’s also the asshole of your group😭 like armin will just be putting on his glasses and eren just takes them and walks, he dead legs mikasa all the time and his favorite hobby is stealing your stationary for no good reason. 😭😭 he also acts like he’s never seen the things he took in his life. he uses armin’s head as an arm rest all the time, he LOVESSSS to ruffle yours and mikasa’s hair all the time, he can actually be pretty touchy. has a habit of fiddling with you guys. a lot of people on campus are like?? what the fuck when hes got an arm around mikasa’s shoulders or if hes got an arm around yours / armin’s cus hes just unconsciously very affectionate </3 bring it up and he’ll throw you.

armin who is a nursing student that i could literally ingest fully. he’s shorter compared to eren, he’s more well known because of how sweet he is and girls LOVEEE HIM. everywhere y’all go girls greet him and compliment his outfit, he’s always so bashful about it and sometimes eren will absolutely RUIN IT LIKE😭😭 “morning armin!!! i love ur hair today!!” “ good morning!! thank u sm urs is pret-“ “ hEYY ARMIN REMEMBER WHEN YOU PISSED THE BED💓💓💓💓” LMAOAOOAOAKAKAKAKAN 😭😭😭 mikasa has slapped his arms so many times bcus armin always feels so embarrassed, he walks away so fast and drags you with him while mikasa scolds him. poor baby. ARMIN’S STYLE!!!!!>>> he wears a lot of graphic tee’s in a more neutral colour, and then a dress shirt over, lots of cargo pants and air forces, specifically the ones with pastel details on them!!! he likes taking your jewellery so you two match a lot , it makes him so happy!!

he’s a grad student , his grades are so good. his gpa is like 3.8 mainly cus he has very bad exam anxiety, but he studies very often and his notes are so cool!! he’s an absolute master at diagrams , he has an eye for copy and pasting it just by looking at them and sketching. sometimes he gets really into it, and his glasses are almost falling off his face so you push them up for him. he always thanks you really quietly and squeezes the hand you used</333 his ears are secretly all pink and he’s smiling at his textbook</33333333 him and mikasa are an absolute power duo!!! they tend to bully eren and depending on how much of a rat he’s being , you either defend or bully him. you and eren are probably the more chaotic ones, tbh . ARMIN LOOOVES going on coffee dates with you guys!!! like you all go out when it’s chilly, sometimes you guy all hold hands and walk down the street 😭😭😭 and then you go in, chat, make jokes and take cute pictures just to destress after the long week at uni. it’s so pure and the pictures are stuff like all your drinks next to eachother, mikasa and eren hugging and pretending to make out😭😭, armin having a milk moustache and you almost dropping your drink all over yourself.

MIKASA IS A BUSINESS MAJOUR AND OH MY GOD SHE’S LIKE A ROBOT? if she’s half asleep and you asked her what the factors of production are she knows all of them are their remunerations too😭 she’s another one who’s super passionate and hard working , she loves the validation of knowing she did her best and she adores when you guys tell her that she’s done well): her teachers adore her, they all call her by her first name and her favorite one calls her mika after she heard eren calling her that!!</3333 she has a rly sophisticated dressing style, a lot of pleaded pants and turtle necks, leather jackets and very sleek jewellery. she has naturally fluffy brows and eyelashes so she doesn’t wear much makeup unless she’s feeling spicy 🤭 she also always has her nails as a deep wine red colour, it makes her look like a business woman. i’m drooling.

her books are all neat, everything about her is so pretty and elegant. she’s another kinda affectionate person but she’s sooo low-key about it lmao. like if y’all walk together she’ll walk on the open side of the sidewalk, she likes linking pinkies and loves holding onto armin/eren’s arm when she walks, or she basically attaches herself to your side. she’s always coddling you and armin,telling you to watch where you walk, reminding you to take vitamins, small things that show her affection for you</33 with eren she’s a bit less obvious about it and she’s AGGRESSIVE like randomly in your shared apartment and you’ll hear “ fuck you im not doing that” “it’s good for you asshole” “go away” and you’re like??? armin can u hear that but he’s already so done LMAO but he loves her anyway. she always tells armin how sweet he is and eren gets so pissy

just. them<3

#and so my fandoms expand #again. #attack on titan #aot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x gn reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager headcanons #eren jeager scenarios #armin arlert hcs #eren jeager hcs #armin arlert headcanons #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #eren x reader #armin arlert x gn reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman x gn reader #mikasa ackerman hcs #mikasa ackerman headcanons #mikasa ackerman scenarios #these tags are so messy i am so sorry y’all

[redheadspark]

Barry Keoghan March Prompt 2 please and thank you 💙

A/N - Aww this is adorable! I made this nice and short and cute for you to read, I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting!

Hold

Summary - Barry loves holding your hand

Warning - Just fluff :)

“Alright, how does your month look for our holiday?” 

“Looks, good. The awards season is done and I have a solid month open before my next project,”

“Perfect!  And….done, we’re officially going on holiday,”

Barry chuckled as you slammed the Laptop shut in relief, he reached over to lace your fingers together from across the tiny coffee table between the pair of you.  The rest of the shop was mostly deserted, except for a few patrons who were working on their own computers or reading. With the pattering of rain and the sun attempting to push through the storm clouds that were rolling by, you and Barry wanted to hide out in a coffee shop and have some one-on-one time together.  It was one of your favorite coffee shops, you found a spot tucked away from the windows and out of the public eye since Barry was not being recognized out and about.  He loved his stardom, he truly did, but he also loved having time away from set or paparazzi could be your boyfriend.

One of his favorite things to do with you was hold your hand.

Sure it seemed like it was such a simple thing to do, but he loved having your hand in his.  Anytime he could, he would hold your hand and keep it tucked tight.  Walking together shoulder to shoulder, watching a movie together cuddled on the couch, even falling asleep together when he would cuddle you close in his embrace.  Something about having your hand in his, it felt like Ana char for him with how fast things were moving in his life.

“Where are we goin’?” He asked you as you took a long sip from your latte.

“Not going to tell you,” You hummed as an answer, seeing him cock up an eyebrow at you, “As someone who has connections to travel agents, this holiday is going to be amazing for us.  Just be prepared to dress for warmth,”

“Ah, so I need my speedo?” He joked, and you giggled as he grinned from ear to ear.

“You would want to bring your speedo when we go under the sun,” You teased, “But you can’t get a sunburn or else your publicist will kill me,”

“Eh, she won’t do a thing to you,” Barry reassured you as he scooted over to be right next to you, wrapping a spare arm around your shoulders to tuck you in a bit closer next to him.  Your hands were still connected on top of the table, his thumb stroking your skin back and forth along our hand as he spoke again, “She’s a great publicist, but wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“I know, that’s why I like her: she's kind but she keeps you in check when you’re away,” You explained, Barry kissing the top of your head.

“You make it seem like I’m a bad boy,” he commented, though he saw you smile as he poked your side, “You think I am, don’t ya?”

“Never said that,” You replied with a laugh as he poked your side again. Barry loved this banter between the pair of you, ever since you met two years ago thanks to a mutual friend who introduced the pair of you at a wrap party from one of his independent films.  Barry instantly liked you, from how you laughed at one of the corny pickup lines another bloke tried on you, to how you were asking him plenty of questions about acting and what method he liked the best.  He could tell you genuinely liked him as a person, not as an actor or a movie star.  He asked you for your number, and you two have been a pair since then.

He was an actor who thrived and craved privacy, especially when it came to his personal life.  He wanted to have his relationship with you as private as possible, not wanting to have public dates or extravagant vacations.  In fact, he was the opposite, wanting to find little tucked-away restaurants to eat at or small getaways with no prying eyes.  He saw now that acting life can tear families and relationships apart, and the one main thing he never wished for was to have his life with you tainted and ruined.  But you never cared, not when you had your own life to deal with and your workload keeping you busy most days.

Still, little by little, you were known as his girlfriend.  Barry taking you to a couple of premiers, dropping your name at interviews and talk shows, even walking with you side by side with the paparazzi catching the image at the right moment.  He could see that you were no wallflower when it came to being in the spotlight from time to time.  Sometimes the gossip columns and tabloids did get to you once or twice, but you were they were lies and not even close to the truth.  

Barry loved having your hand in his when times were tough or when he was too stressed, It brought him inner peace and tranquility.  If he could, he would hold your hand all the time and never let you go.  Sure it seemed possessive, but he didn’t care. Barry cared about you and how you moved him from the inside out.  Even seeing pictures of the two of you holding hands out in public, at a premiere or a party would always put butterflies in his stomach and make his heart swell.  

He never felt like this with any other girlfriend, not for a long time.  

“So, this warm holiday, am I going to be seeing you in a gorgeous swimsuit?” He asked you in a coy tone.

“Maybe, along with some of my favorite books to read and plenty of sunshine for the pair of us to share together,” You explained, “And it’s going to be at least 5 days too, so pack plenty of clothes…or not.”

“Hey!” He snorted, the pair of you laughing at the light antics between you two in your booth. He looked down at your joined hands, feeling the warmth of your palm against his own and your soft hands against his calloused fingers.  He knew he wanted to hold your hand forever and beyond that as well.  

Inwardly, he was glad that you planned this holiday out for the pair of you to enjoy.  He had other plans that he was going to make with you, given the small ring box that he stored away in his dresser drawer back at his flat.  He dreamed of placing a tiny diamond on your finger, for some time actually. 

But you planning the holiday made it just a pinch sweeter.

The End

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[Certainty] – yeonjun x reader, implied f2l

You cuss under your breath the moment your eyes flicker to check the time. 

4:17 AM.

It’s four-seventeen in the fucking morning and you feel like none of the content you need to memorize for school is actually being absorbed into your faltering brain. It’s like you could physically feel your brain cells deteriorating the more you study. 

“I think I’ll stop for tonight,” you say. Well, it’s morning now.

You look over at Yeonjun, who’s tapping his pen against the wooden table. His head is resting against his arm. He doesn’t reply, which tells you he’s zoned out. Yeonjun’s eyes blink at the wall behind you, lips open slightly as he continues to think. 

“Yeonjun?” You shut your laptop closed and you push it aside and on top of the pile of papers that consisted of nothing but scribbles of what you’d consider your notes. “Maybe you should sleep too.” He still doesn’t reply. If it weren’t for his pen tapping, he’d look like an image, frozen and still in time. 

“I like you,” he mumbles. It’s almost incoherent, but the silence of the world around the both of you helps you make out the words, “You know that, right?” 

Now he’s scaring you. The beat of your heart quickens and your eyes barely widen before you reply, “What?” Still, Yeonjun keeps his pose as is and he doesn’t reply, “Yeonjun, I think you’re just tired. I really think you should go to sleep.” “Do you like me too?” He drones on, “You like Soobin, don’t you?” You’re speechless while Yeonjun continues, “If you do, it’s… okay.” 

Your brows furrow and you’re brought to reach forward to tug at Yeonjun’s hair, “Choi Yeonjun!” You sit back in your chair and watch him get knocked out of the trance he was in. 

His eyes shift drowsily towards you, “Hmm?”

“What are you going on about?” You ask carefully. 

“I like you.” You can see his eyes are half-closed at this point. His head still rests upon his arm, but he stopped the pen tapping. 

“Are you okay?” You ignore his statement, “Go to bed.” You really don’t like getting your hopes up, especially when these hopes involve your feelings, Yeonjun, and your feelings about Yeonjun. It just wasn’t something you wanted to joke about. Not at the risk of your heart being kicked around like a soccer ball. 

“Why are you ignoring what I’m saying?” Yeonjun frowns, “I may be tired but my feelings stay as is.” He’s still mumbling the words. Though Yeonjun seemed to be drunk-like despite not drinking any alcohol, you can hear how genuine he was. 

You freeze, “Then I’ll just go to sleep.” You quickly stand up, leaving your things at the table. 

“Y/N.” Somehow, Yeonjun’s arms were long enough to reach for your wrist and you’re suddenly anchored to him. It’s funny because his hold is gentle. You can easily slip out of it if you wanted to. But you really really wanted to hear what he had to say. 

“What?” You’re growing irritated but you think it’s because you’re tired. You want to sleep and your best friend’s playing with your emotions. 

“I’m not lying,” he says, “Feel.”

He tugs at your arm and brings your hand up to his chest. It’s awkward because he’s still in his relaxed position, so now you’re towering over him slightly with your back hunched. It takes you a while to process what he’s trying to do. But when you feel a strong pounding against his chest, you feel yours do the same. “That’s what you’re doing to me.” 

You freeze for the second time today, “Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun’s hold on your wrist loosens and his hand lets go, causing both his and your limbs to fall naturally. That’s when you realize that Yeonjun had fallen asleep. 

You scowl. Why would he go on and say nonsense like that and think it was okay to leave you hanging? How are you supposed to feel?

A deep sigh leaves your lips before you turn to the couch. You slide the closest blanket off and turn back to Yeonjun, covering him with the sheet and tucking it under his chin. You suppose you’ll just ask him when you’re both awake and aware of what’s going on. 

Maybe then you’ll actually be sure of his feelings for you.

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Title: Soaring Pairing: Artem Wing x Rosa | Tears of Themis Rating: T C/Ws: Pre-relationship, canon-compliant, fluff, teasing, slight dom/sub undertones (Dom!Rosa&Sub!Artem) Requested by anon: Hello! This will be my first time reading your work, so if it’s alright, may I request Artem x Dom!Rosa for the prompt “putting your hand on your S/O’s thigh to see their reaction”? But it’s Rosa touching Artem’s thigh during a meeting or something hehe. (He must be so red 😆)Feel free to ignore! Thank you :) Word count: 2k A/N: first of all, I am sorry for taking so long to complete this request!! I was really happy to receive it, and then life happened :/ I hope it can still reach you somehow and that you enjoy it, anon <3 I did it pre-relationship, because I think it suits this prompt more (and they weren’t in a relationship in the Global server yet when you requested this).

It was a cold and quiet evening at the NXX headquarters. The artificial lights felt slightly brighter than usual, now that the days were beginning to be shorter.

“Here, drink it while it’s still hot.” The fog emanating from the hot beverage preceded Artem’s figure. Rosa took the mug from him, and he sat down next to her on the sofa.

They both allowed the warmth to spread from their palms to their bodies. They were taking a break from going over a recent case the NXX had uncovered. Artem had been the first to know, so he and Rosa were doing the initial contact and preliminary investigation. The small coffee table was completely covered with a laptop, a tablet, their phones, and the information that Artem had printed at Themis before they left the office and came here.

There was no space to put the mugs on without putting everything in danger. So they both blew on the contents of their respective mugs, sipping carefully to not burn their tongues.

“I can’t believe you don’t need to drink coffee,” Rosa said looking over at Artem.

“You’re not drinking coffee either.”

“Yeah, but I’m drinking tea!” Rosa looked down at her mug as if to prove her point. “How can you still have so much energy after a long day?”

Artem wanted to say that wasn’t true, but he simply chuckled lightly. Yes, he had built on his stamina over the years, and his capacity to spend long periods of time focused on cases was better than when he had started working at Themis. However, that wasn’t the reason he didn’t need to drink coffee in situations like that.

The reason was her.

Being alone, without any of the other members of the NXX wasn’t something so uncommon, but Artem still wasn’t used to it. Being with her here was so much different than being in the office. The atmosphere was more intimate, and that made him nervous, shooting incredible amounts of adrenaline into his blood. Honestly, the number of hormones his body produced whenever he was around Rosa was enough to supply an entire coffee factory, so of course he didn’t need to drink coffee.

But that was something he wasn’t going to tell her. He didn’t think he was good enough at concealing his emotions so that Rosa would be surprised when she heard the truth, but he still had his pride. And it wasn’t like he meant to conceal what he felt. He simply wished to impress her.

“How have you been sleeping lately?”

Rosa made a surprised sound while she sipped on the tea. He didn’t mean to ask something so personal and… motherly? But he had few ideas about what topics to bring up to get to know her more.

“I don’t want to answer that,” she replied smiling. “The exhaustion seems to find me all the time except when I’m about to sleep.” She sounded nonchalant, almost as if she was saying the opposite of what came out of her mouth. Artem couldn’t help worrying.

“There are relaxing teas you can try before going to bed.” He looked at her attentively.

“Oh, believe me, if I was more relaxed, I’d be falling asleep right now.” Rosa joked, slipping down on the sofa now that her mug was only half full. “Not that you’re boring or anything like that though!” She quickly rushed to explain. “But I’m so comfortable with you, and we’re sitting down on a sofa, and I had so many deadlines this week…”

Artem looked warmly over her, laughing softly. He wanted to tuck the stray hairs that were falling over her eyes and cheeks, but he wasn’t sure about breaking the distance.

“And now I’ve dragged you here,” Artem said, half-jokingly, half-worried. He reprimanded himself internally for not noticing her struggles sooner. It seemed that as much as he paid attention to her, he still had a long way to go.

“And I thank you for that,” she replied with conviction in her eyes. The sudden change in her features to a more serious gesture caught Artem off guard, and he looked away, pretending to have remembered the table full of papers.

He tried focusing on something, anything but the speed at which his heart was beating and the warmth that wasn’t being caused by the hot chocolate but by the fresh image of Rosa’s look on his mind. However, it didn’t work. He didn’t understand why any change in her behaviour that he didn’t expect was able to throw him off in such a way, and he wanted to get over this as fast as possible. But that wasn’t fast enough.

Rosa stared at him, wondering what was so interesting that had him suddenly lost in thought. She felt a tinge of jealousy covering her curiosity, and it annoyed her. It annoyed her that she didn’t know what or who was in Artem’s mind even when he was next to her. So she had to act.

With a new resolution distracting her from the tiredness, she sat up straight on the sofa and finished the contents of her mug. Then, without warning, she leaned over Artem with the excuse of peering at his mug.

“You’re almost done, want me to bring our mugs to the kitchenette?” Her face was really close to his when she raised her head from the mug. Artem started and froze in place for a couple of seconds. Then, when his brain began working again, he nodded.

Satisfied, Rosa backed down enough to let Artem finish his drink. Once Rosa got up and walked away, he inadvertently touched his face. Once he felt the heat from his cheeks, sighed. He was older than Rosa and more experienced in Law, but in moments like that, he felt she was the more mature one out of them.

He couldn’t help but wonder if his suspicions were true – if she had had other experiences that he didn’t – and he immediately regretted it. There was nothing he could do, and there was no way he was going to ask her. At least, not now. Maybe in the future.

When Rosa came back, they agreed to resume their investigation. That put Artem in a better mind space, but it didn’t last long.

As he was using his tablet to try and collect leads and important pieces of information they might have missed, Rosa started part two of her plan to be present in Artem’s mind.

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy work-mode Artem. She admired him and even aspired to be more like him, she had a lot to learn, but right now she didn’t want someone who inspired her from a podium, she wanted someone who was there with her, who noticed her. And she needed more than to be noticed as a coworker, a partner in crime – or in justice, rather. She wanted to be noticed as another human being, all flesh and bone and blood and feeling. Not information, but feeling.

But as Artem noted down things as he scrolled over documents on his tablet, Rosa felt he was far away from her, in the land of reason and Law. And she was going to take him back from there. (She would always have time to review her actions later and regret it or not).

She uncrossed her legs and sat closer to the edge of the sofa, where Artem seemed to be perched, ready to take flight would he need to. But Rosa was going to jump and soar before him. As she put back in order the printed documents she had been reviewing – she was still a professional even with not-so-professional intentions – she used that chance to peer into the tablet and scan the screen in search of any relevant words. And when she found them, she almost forgot what her ulterior motive was.

“Crimson Biotech,” she muttered, half-whisper, half-surprised shout.

Before Artem could turn to look at her or even smile at her reaction – for as much as he was able to focus on work, he was never so engrossed that he couldn’t perceive the outside world – she had already moved. It was only a second, her hand on his leg as she moved closer to take a better look at the screen.

It was only a small contact, a small portion of their bodies connected, and it was a natural reaction. Both of them were thinking that, but their hearts were far away from feeling only that.

Artem almost forgot to breathe as his heart started beating so fast it threatened to take all the space that belong to his lungs. Such rapid circulation of the blood in his body couldn’t have any other consequence than making him red. It took Rosa a couple of seconds to notice the furious blush spreading over his entire face, and it made her want to take away that hand by reflex, but she forced herself not to.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen Artem blushing in her presence, but it was the first time she saw so much of his skin turn red. She hadn’t thought anything she did could have so much power over him, but she loved it. It had taken so little, and yet… it made her feel special and seen and felt. Like his skin had turned to crystal and she could peek inside his brain to see that she was there. She existed.

Artem felt frozen in place, like her hand was a spell and he had nothing to protect himself against. He didn’t dare to say anything, didn’t dare to look at her, didn’t dare to move. He felt embarrassed and vulnerable – she had gone into his space, had penetrated the barrier that always seemed to separate him from everyone. But he didn’t want her to take that hand away. That would mean she was backing away. Instead, he wanted her to stay. Wanted her to keep moving forward, wanted her heart to mirror his.

It was that desire that finally triggered him into action, and he dared to look at her. But his lips remained sealed, for he wasn’t sure his voice wouldn’t tremble if he spoke to her. There was only his intense gaze meeting hers, and she felt her heart flutter. Her hand felt so hot, she wasn’t sure if it was her or Artem’s body temperature that was rising. The answer was both, but she couldn’t know. All she could worry about was the fact that if she sweated, it could leave a mark on Artem’s suit trousers.

“Do we have another lead connecting to Crimson?” She asked, looking away from him, backing away into known territory.

And for the first time, Artem didn’t hear a question. He knew she had spoken, that some words had left her mouth, and that it was probably important, that she wanted an answer. But his brain was filled with her: her beautiful eyes that were looking curiously at something, her hair that glowed brightly under the artificial light, her scent, gentle but incredibly captivating, and her warmth – that hand that still hadn’t left his thigh. And it was too much, and Artem couldn’t think, Artem was only a bubble on the verge of bursting.

When everything had ended, and he was turning off the lights before he sent Rosa off, Artem couldn’t remember how they had finished their work. He was only vaguely conscious that at some point, Rosa had raised her hand from his thigh and in the process had accidentally touched the side of his torso.

Even if his whole body seemed to be vibrating, so alive as it felt, he could feel the distinct places where Rosa had touched him.

That was the first time Artem thought he had driven carelessly. He hadn’t dared to look too much in the side mirror next to her, for fear their eyes would lock in the process. But when Rosa closed the car door and bent down to smile at him from the window, he felt it had all been worth it.

It was okay. He could drive less than perfectly and he could survive being bright red. Not only that, but Rosa had touched him, and hadn’t backed away after his reaction. He wasn’t sure what it all meant. The only thing he knew was that he didn’t need to keep reading and highlighting Introduction to the Psychology of Love.

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A/N: It’s been so long since I last played Tears of Themis T-T I hope this felt natural!

I hope you enjoyed this, interactions and constructive feedback are appreciated <3

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[oneshotnewbie]

Annalise is worried. Reader wants to die.

Summary: Some say, violence is a bad thing- the physical pain. Some say, death is a bad thing- the mental pain. However, some do not realize that it is loneliness that destroys your psyche and physical health. Especially if it lasts too long.

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⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of suicide and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

How immensely motivated you had been as you devoured the many books and articles, in your free time, in which death was nothing but aesthetic, dignified and painless. According to them, people fall asleep within a few seconds after whispering one last word to their loved one.

How romantic.

You were practically gushing and looking back on your current life as you took a sip of your brown liquor; you were in your mid-twenties, employed in one of the most famous and successful law firms, single and also surrounded by the depression that was engulfing you.

You sat alone in the dark kitchen, downing gallons of hard liquor, surrounded by the many wreckage of your life. Nobody who was happy when you came home in the evening. No one you could talk to privately about whatever was bothering you. Nobody to share your dinner with. Nobody to love you.

But how do change this sad and broken life that seemed so hopeless? After much thought and the drunken state you were in, you made up your mind and got to change it.

You wanted to die. After that, you wouldn´t need love or anyone. Paradise awaited you, you knew it. Everything there was cheerful and bright surrounded by light and color unlike your gray and cold life.

What´s the best way to go about it? In the numerous books that dealt with it, many lay down in the bathtub and bleed to death miserably. But you didn´t want to be in pain, you wanted to spend your last few minutes in peace. Sleeping pills? No, that was a bit too easy. A shot in the head? Would cause too much mess. Hang? That sounded like a true pioneering spirit.

Hang. Like the great dictators and soldiers.

The laptop, normally used for preparing a case before you sank down into a hole, was sitting on the kitchen counter practically prompting you to look up instructions online and painstakingly attempting to tie a hangman´s knot out of a static rope you retrieved from your mountain gear that was laying in the farthest corner of your closet.

The crossbeam attached to the living room ceiling served as a support rod for the end of the cord. Now you only needed the right chair to give your life a final end. Minutes later, you were standing on one of your kitchen chairs, the strap around your neck and your eyes closed. Five, four..

Dangling your right foot off the chair, you felt a slight pull under your chin; you life slowly passing in front of your inner eye, your heart beating and pressing hard against your chest while you took a deep breath. Three, two..

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" shouted a dark and harsh voice and you opened your eyes; almost tipping over the chair under you from shock. You looked at the figure, that was standing in your door in disbelief, stepping briskly out of the shadows and quickly approaching you.

It was no other then Annalise.

"I wanted to kill myself." you brought out stone cold and regretted the decision to sell the truth as a joke that didn´t come across even half that way. "Kill yourself?" she asked horrified and kept hurrying towards you without taking off her mud covered heels or wet coat.

"Yes.." you said meekly and nothing came out of your mouth except a soft whisper. "My 20s have been the loneliest time in my life. I am surrounded by people but not connecting with anyone. Everyone loves someone but my love never seems to get through."

Your professor´s watery, troubled brown eyes pierced your sluggish eyes, that looked straight at her and a horrid sorrow welled up inside you like tormented ice water eating through your limbs on a cold and rainy day. It wrapped itself around your heart with relish and penetrated deep into it, eating it up with an infinite and unquenchable greed.

The aching ice water reached your eyes and spurted out in torrents. The sadness prevailed and the inner pain tore you apart. Your hands clawed at the rope that was still wrapped around your neck, slowly scraping through your thin skin and your foot rose from the chair; hovering in playful, circling motions above the ground, which was much too far away to touch.

"You don´t want to kill yourself, Y/n. You just want to kill something inside of you."

You sobbed and suddenly felt warm and firm hands on your waist; Annalise had managed to slip into your immediate vicinity unnoticed. You didn´t dared to look up, didn´t want to be comforted. You wanted to let the pain out, just cry and end your life. You wanted to die, wanted it to be over so you didn´t have to suffer anymore. "Throw yourself into the sea and you will see yourself fighting to survive."

A hand on your hip disengaged and slid to the orange rope at your neck, fingertips tenderly pushing through and loosening it to invite you to get your head out of the noose. Once done, the brunette hesitantly pulled you towards her before you pressed yourself again her and found yourself in a protective embrace shortly after. You leaned against her chest, needing that support before the last bit of will to live would left you and you would try to put yourself in a situation that would eventually end your life for good.

You couldn´t cope with it all and endure it, couldn´t deal with it. The emptiness and loneliness consumed you and you didn´t want words, no empty promises where Annalise would tell you everything would be fine. You didn´t think so, your life was just an empty shell.

A shell that held nothing. Your soul was broken and destroyed by loneliness.

"Y/n." Annalise only said your name, that´s all it took. Your tears dried up and stopped running freely down your cheeks. But not because the grief had passed or the alcohol had lost it´s effect, but because you were empty. Drained.

Your tears were banished, but the sobs still echoed through the empty apartment.

She seemed to seize the reason for your pain; she knew the feeling of untamed loneliness that had eaten her up and carried her in it´s power. Softly she spoke to you, no solace crossing her vocal cords trying to block out the truth.

"Y/n, there is nothing you can do about it other than hope that one day, someone will love and appreciate you for who you are. Stop destroying your soul because you will destroy yourself if you don´t stop. The loneliness won´t go away just because you want your end."

The attorney swallowed hard and for a second, realization flickered through her. Like ink, hope flooded her veins and momentarily, she thought of the moment you realized that she was the only one bracing to take away your loneliness.

The one who was brave enough to save you from the darkness.

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'Okay so.. do you love me?' He asked looking hopefully with his full of sleep, half closed yet doe eyes. How is that possible even? I don't know but with him everything somehow is. YES. I DO. SO MUCH. I wish to scream it but I am scared to be too much. 'Hmm..' I nod and smile lazily looking up to him. He sinks back on sofa, and let's out a tired giggle. Cute. 'You should go sleep.' 'NO'.. I let out a sigh. We have been in same conversation for last 2 hrs. It's nearly half past 3 am, I am working on updating my shop listing and doing some searches since I can't sleep much these days. He is here, with a quite perfect sleep schedulel. Still staying up with me, 4 hrs past his bedtime just so I am not lonely. 'Okay fine, I'm done with my work in 15 mins then we sleep alright??' 'Umhmm'

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"Ayan."

'Huh? Yeah I'm awake' he literally nodded off for last 10 mins. He sits up rubbing his eyes ' so you are done with your work??' 'Yes, Come on, let's go' I close my laptop and put it aside on table to get up. But he holds my arms and stops me midway 'let's stay here for a while' I sit back, facing him 'doing what?' Genuine question, isn't he sleepy??? I can see his eyelids begging to be closed 'talk, I want to talk to you before sleeping.' My heart might burst out from the way his simple words make me feel. He shifts closer to me putting my legs on his lap and his head on me. We move a bit until we both are comfortably fitting together like puzzle pieces meant to be. His hand play around my making shapes on my thighs and wrists.

I never thought I would get to be this comfortable being close with someone after all those years...

After a while laying there in silence, I am suddenly jolted as he starts pressing and massaging my legs. 'What are you doing??' I try to get me away, I mean I would die for a massage right now but it's weird kind of, too.. close... too comfortable.. 'shhhh' he brings me back to the former position ' I know how much you whine about body pains and not having a masseur of your own on days you work a lot. Let me do it' he continues to press around the calf. 'Oh unless you are uncomfortable, I'm sorry' he adds after a while. My hands reach for his head, brushing his hair, on an instant, like they have mind of their own. 'No, I would appreciate a personal masseur, if it's so cute and lovely. But ain't you sleepy?' 'Little little' he says with his eyes closed, on verge of falling asleep. 'Okay so.. why do you love me?' I ask him this out of nowhere. 'That was random, why do you wanna know?' 'Umm just cause.. so tell me!' Just cause I wanna know. Know. Know. What if its just attraction not love.. What if it is- ' I love you because' he says and interrupts my thoughts by kissing my wrist 'how you are for others, for me.' He plants another kiss on my palm 'and how you make me, better version of me just by being around' he kisses on the back of my fingers 'and I love you because you loved me as a family when I was suffering, you make me feel safe and good and happy.' He looks up to me ' and I lobe you cause you are so pretty and hot even in your messy avatar' he says half joking fully serious. I didn't thought i would get such a reply. 'stop blushing meri jaan' he says after a while. I didn't realised when my cheeks got all flushed and warm, my stomach is flipping with butterflies too. 'it's hot.' I say trying to cool down and hid my face with my hands. He holds them and says "its like 16 °c out, it's anything but hot?!' Showing me the temperature deom weather forecast on his phone out of genuine curiosity, I love that about him too. 'Oh no no, but this is hot' I put his phone down and point at him. 'Now you are red too' I say to him as I try to control my smile but watching him turn shy over compliments ever wince has always so pure. 'Don't you want to sleep?' I ask again but he ignores it 'so why do you love me? I am not like you know very wel-' I put my fingers on his lips, 'shhhh, I love you cause it's you, you make me wish forever was a thing and I love you because you.. you have been there forever for me since we met even if i tried to push away yet respect my space. I love you dearly and deeply so much that I'm scared to say it out loud. But you know what Ayan?' I am smiling, saying all of this. Maybe I am very tired and should sleep but I want to tell him everything, I think this is why we should sleep on time. ' What payu?' His voice is even smiling, I lean in to his ears and whisper 'I love you, so much. I will always do, even if you get bored of me an-' 'you are not boring, never for me' 'Okay..' I laugh, cause I don't know what else to do. 'Hey.. can I kiss you Ayan?' He gives me a Nod and I lean into his lips for a quick peck ' I love you a lot, Ayan, I really hope we stay together as long as we can' 'I love you too Payu, I will make sure of it'. 'Thank you..' 'I take thanks in form of icecreams' we both laugh lazily in tiredness and before we know we passed out on the sofa sleeping together this very night.

@hassen-dilruba011019 @vellhighbandi

#they are in my mind sorry #daydreaming so writing #payan core

[jiinjiinjarra]

BTS // Japan // Japan Official Fanclub Magazine (JPFC) // Vol. 7 // 2019 // Pt. 6

Scan Cr. jiinjiinjarra (me) // Translation Cr. BtsJapanese

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A to Z

A - Army (page 42)

Q: Words by Army that Made you Happy

🐹: "Just by seeing you I feel happy" these words were said to me during the handshake event.

🐰: "All the best. You did well" . These words make me happy.

B - Baggage (Jungkook only answer; page 43)

Q: List five things which you always bring while touring!

🐰: Um... apart from my cell phone and charger....., earphones, wallet, mask, and clothes. Also, lip balm? I don't carry a handkerchief (laughs) really, apart from these things I don't bring anything else. I used to bring my laptop before but lately I don't. In the past I used to bring plenty of luggage but now I travel light!

C - Charm (page 43)

Q: A recent new charm of V's that you found out?

🐹: How does he manage to look cool in any kind of clothes? But ARMYs are better aware of V's charms than us right?

🐰: When he's unintentionally funny. Lately there have been lots of funny instances like that, it's really cute.

D - Dance (J-hope only answer; page 43)

Q: Which song's dance you like the most?

🐿:  Boy With Luv

E - Eldest Son (page 43)

Q: When does Jin make you feel "As expected of the eldest?"

🐰: (immediate reply) Lately, there really hasn't been any (laughs).

🐨: When we are all talking and he takes the lead/ speaks before me. Then I feel "as expected of the hyung".

🐱: When he cares for the members in various ways even though he's three months older to me.

🐿: When I am not sure if something is right or not, he helps me make a decision and leads me.

🐥: When playing pranks (laughs). Even though he's the eldest he's like a child, that's our hyung

🐻: When he summarises what the members want to do and conveys them to the company as our representative.

F - Fragrance (page 44)

Q: Favourite smell?

🐹: I like the smell of the countryside. Since I often used to visit my grandmother's home there's a nostalgia related to that smell.

🐰: Rather than a sweet smell lately I like refreshing and cool smells.

G - Gold (page 44)

Q: A weakness of Golden Maknae Jungkook that only you know?

🐹: He can't refuse food (laughs). I stuff his mouth with food and hinder his diet!

🐨: To put it, he's simple and pure (laughs). It's easy to make him feel good.

🐱: Since he hates losing he suddenly becomes eager to prove himself if you talk about something he cant do (laughs).

🐿: It's sleep. It's really difficult to wake him up once he falls asleep (laughs).

🐥: He has a rich sensitivity . If he watches an emotional movie his emotions overflow and he quickly starts crying.

🐻: He really sulks if he feels you aren't interested in him (laughs).

H - Happy (page 44)

Q: Being together with J-Hope there are moments of happiness! Please tell us about those moments.

🐹: When I ask him to "express what you are feeling now through your body" and even though J-Hope says "please don't make me do such things!" he does it every time I ask him to (laughs).

🐰: Since he's positive and a person overflowing with kindness, being together with him always makes me happy. We ride together and go out to eat together a lot. He's a good person so I love him ♡

I - Ignite (page 44)

Q: What gets the always calm and collected Suga excited?

🐹: I haven't seen an excited Suga(laughs). His reactions are also calm

🐰: Seems like he’s into smartphone games recently. He becomes noisy during gaming (laughs).

J - Joke (Jimin only answer; page 45)

Q: A recent joke said by the members which you found very funny?

🐥: There really isn't a joke... but just before we go to bed, me and my roommate J-Hope hyung talk. We tend to talk about loads of nonsensical stuff but it's really funny and an enjoyable moment.

K - Kind (page 45)

Q: A recent act of kindness which you received from the members?

🐹: During immigration check at the airport, when a member gave up their turn to me. I silently entered in line before J-Hope but he didn't say anything and gave me his turn. (laughs)

🐰: It's not like they are unkind or anything but since we all are so close to each other, even if they showed kindness I didn't realise...(laughs).

L - Love (page 45)

Q: Which BTS song will you recommend when you're in love?

🐹: Trivia:Love. Definitely RM's solo Trivia: Love. The title is literally "Love"!

🐰: Lights. I really like the lyrics "You're my light" which gives a feeling that you are thinking about each other.

M - Mirror (page 45)

Q: Look in the mirror and give a message to yourself!

🐹: You always look good. Don't ever change yourself.

🐰: You have passion but don't slack off and continue doing the things you have to do without running away from them.

N - Notice (page 46)

Q: What's a phrase the members often say?

🐹: V often uses the word 0 # /iae in Korean it means from now on) in unexpected situations (laughs)

🐰: Um...? I don't know this one. Sorry

🐱: Jungkook pronounces "Do" as "To" at times.

🐿: I guess the members tend to attach *"San" (" with a fellow members' name ~

🐥: Jin hyung goes "Oye V", like this, he uses "Oye (members' name).

🐻: Jin hyung says "No" 

O - Omnipotent (page 46)

Q: When does the omnipotent leader make you think "He needs my help"?

🐹:  When RM isn't using his prodigal mind, the members take care of him.

🐰: Although he knows things everyone doesn't know, he doesn't know the things which normally people do.

P - Present (page 46)

Q: A reward for yourself, what do you want now?

🐹: I don't really buy stuff. But a time to play games is needed!

🐰: It has to be time, it's what I want the most.

Q - Quench (page 46)

Q: What heals you?

🐹:  When I am eating with the members or my friends and we all just talk while drinking.

🐰: It has to be ARMY's existence which is the most healing to me! I love you!

R - Replace (V only answer; page 47)

Q: If you could switch places with a member who'd you like to be? What do you want to do?

🐻: I want to be me. Since I want to live the way I usually do (laughs)

S - Smile (page 47)

Q: What to do to make Jimin smile?

🐹: Although he smiles even when you say the simplest of jokes, you need to create the atmosphere so as to make him smile.

🐰: This is really easy! When he looks at me he always smiles.

T - Trend (Jin only answer; page 47)

Q: Right now, what's in trend within the group?

🐹: It's a mobile game, but after playing it for 2-3 days I get really tired of it, and stop playing it. "This game's fun" I say in the beginning, spreading the word around, the first to stop playing is RM. The ones who are always playing are Jimin, V and Jungkook.

🐰: The one who actually plays till the end is Suga but he doesn't play much (games) in the first place.

U - Unconscious (page 47)

Q: When winking which eye do you close?

🐹: (Winked) I can do it with either but winking with the right eye is easier.

🐰:  I can wink with either of them but my left one is a little bad.

V - Vogue (page 48)

Q: If you could go out to shop for clothes with a member, who would you go with?

🐹: I want to go with Jungkook. Both of us don't have much interest in clothes so we'll end shopping fast (laughs).

🐰: J-Hope hyung and me dress similar in terms of atmosphere, so if I tag along I'll be able to gather something.

W - Want (page 48)

Q: Right now, what do you want for yourself? Strength or Kindness?

🐹: I think strength is necessary. So then my character becomes stronger!

🐰: I want to be able to judge with kindness and composure when thinking about something.

X - Xmas (RM only answer; page 48)

Q: How do you want to spend this year's Christmas?

🐨: Since debut I've always been spending Christmas performing and working a lot. Since Christmas is always meant to be celebrated with someone I think it'll be the same case this year.

Y - Yell (Suga only answer; page 48)

Q: Something that you yelled involuntarily recently?

🐱: I don't usually scream. Since I'm always calm and composed. But if I have to say anything with force on stage then I say "Make some noise!" or "Scream!" to get the crowd excited? There really isn't anything to scream about in day-to-day activities right(laughs). Maybe if you hit your body somewhere? Since I'm fine with insects, I can even catch the insects people are afraid of.

Z - Zzzz (page 49)

Q: A recent dream that left an impression on you?

🐹: I dreamt I got bitten by a snake. But since work went really well that day, it was a good omen.

🐰: I had a nightmare. That I had hurt someone, but you asked about a good dream!

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#bts #bts jin #bts jungkook #jin #jungkook #jinkook #kookjin #bts japan #bts jpfc #japan official fanclub #bts scans

[fumaspokemonball]

Fuma helps you feel better about college!!

Trigger warning: There is actually quite a bit of cursing (I’m sorry) and a bit of angst? Anger is definitely a big part of the story. If there’s anything else let me know please!!

Summary: You begin to feel overwhelmed by the amount of college work you have on top of your full time job that you’re not feeling appreciated by. You’re embarrassed to ask for help and end up bottling up all your feelings. Fuma has to rush home to help you.

Fuma and female reader!

Author note: I apologize if this story is not good. It’s my first one I’ve written in a hot minute. Please feel free to help me find ways to improve! I hope you enjoy🩵🩵

I got home from a long day of work and still had so much to do. I had to clean the house, I had to finish school that was due later that evening, I had to shower still, and make myself food? To be honest, I just want to get into my pajamas and fall asleep. Work was exhausting, not even the animals made me happy anymore.

My boss is a real dill hole. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to do anything right. I come in on my days off, I work overtime, I help other coworkers with task that I didn’t even know existed! I do everything and my manager still puts “standard employee” on my evaluation. I go above and beyond my pay grade and this is the thanks I get?! I want to quit. If it wasn’t for the amazing sea life I would have by now….but who else gets to work with these beautiful creatures? It was so hard to get this job…

I took my shoes off and carried myself to my room. I started right away on my school. Why the fuck I wanted to get my Ph.D in marine biology beats the shit outta me. Apparently it will look good? Idfk, all I know is I want out. 16 page essay due in 3 days!! Fuck you. I have a full time job! 16 pages in 3 days is so fucking much?! Not only that but a fucking math class on top?! I suck at math. Always have.

*If X is equal to 3,050 than what is y?*

Fuck if I know! This is so frustrating. I threw my laptop and screamed my lungs out. This shit is ridiculous. Im dropping out. I’m done. I don’t need a Ph.D! Nothing is worth this amount of stress.

*Knock* *Knock*

I looked up at my door to it opening up slowly. A worried face peers around the corner.

“Y/N Are you okay?” Ej walked in asking. I teared up. So many emotions were flying through my mind all at once. In simple terms I wasn’t okay. I was so stressed and I let it all bottle up. I don’t want to talk about it. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to throw up, everything. I want it to end. All my life.

“Respectfully, Ej please go.” I sounded harsh. I didn’t mean it. I wanted nothing more than to tell him. Am I being dramatic? Am I being annoying? Idk. But I just need to relax.

Ej shut the door and I heard him walk down the hall. I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. I grabbed my pajamas and went to take a shower. Maybe the hot water will calm me down.

~Ejs POV~

I’ve never seen Y/N so upset. I was startled when I heard screaming so I wanted to make sure everything was alright. I think I saw tears fall from her face. I wanted nothing more than to give my bestie a hug and comfort her until Fuma came home. She’s never pushed me away before. She always jokes with us and helps us when we’re stressed so it’s weird to see the rolls reversed.

“Fuma.” I whispered over the phone. I didn’t want Y/N to hear me call him. The last thing I needed was her to get mad at me for calling the one person who could calm her down.

“Is everything alright?” Fuma sounded worried.

“Well..”

~Fuma’s POV~

I was practicing for our comeback when I heard my phone ring. I ran over to see Ej calling me. He doesn’t call when he knows I’m practicing so I got worried.

“Fuma.” I heard him whisper from the other side of the phone. Why is he whispering?

“Ej? Is everything alright? Why are you whispering?” I was already breathing heavy but I could feel my heart face faster.

“No. Y/N was screaming in your guises dorm room and when I went to check on her she was crying and-“ I hung up before he could finish and ran home. What was wrong? Was everything okay? Why is she screaming? Why is she crying?! I need her and I need her now.

~Y/Ns POV~

I got out of the shower and went back to my room. I locked my door so I had no interruptions. I laid down on the bed and felt my eyes become heavy. I couldn’t sleep yet. I had to do school. I opened my laptop and started doing school. I started getting frustrated again. Why was it so hard?! No one gives a shit about the fucking relationship between X and Y!!

I groaned so loud and sunk into my pillow. I threw my laptop again and huffed.

“This is fucking ridiculous!!” I laid down and just stared at the ceiling. I felt my eyes become heavy when I heard the door handle turn. I groaned. “It’s locked.” I turned to my side.

“Y/N open!” Fuma said worriedly. I ignored him. Alone time. That’s what I need.

“No.” I choked. He started turning the knob really fast and knocking again and again. I put the pillow over my ears and started balling my eyes out. I’m sorry Fuma. I’m sorry.

Eventually all the loud knocking stopped. I felt a pair of hands grab mine and I looked up.

~Fuma’s POV~

I tried opening our bedroom door but it was locked. I knocked loudly and called out for her. Why did she lock the door?!

“No.” I heard a small voice call out. No? What do you mean no?! I started to panic and knock louder still calling her name. Nothing. That’s it.

After what felt like an eternity of trying, which was only like 5 minutes, I went to grab the spare key to unlock the door. She must not have cared enough to bring it with her. I unlocked the door and saw her small frame laying on the bed she had placed a pillow over her ears to muffle my yells. I could hear small sobs coming from her mouth. I looked over to see her laptop open to her homework.

I sighed in relief. Nothing was physically wrong with her but now it’s my turn to be the boyfriend I know I can be and help her. I know how exhausting this is all been on her mentally. I walked over and grabbed her hands.

~Y/N’s POV~

“Fuma? But-“ That was all I managed to get out before he shook his head at me. I was confused how he got in.

“It’s okay, I used the spare key. Love, if you needed help why didn’t you say anything? You know I’m here for you and when I’m not we’re all here for you.” Fuma began to rub my side and looked deep into my soul. I could see he was hurt but more worried about me. I couldn’t make eye contact much longer.

“It’s embarrassing Fuma!! I shouldn’t be this bad at math! I’m a fucking biologist for Christ sake!!” I didn’t mean to yell but all that stress was coming back up. This is why I didn’t want to speak to anyone! This is why I wanted to just keep the door shut and left alone! I ripped my hands out of his and cried into them. Fuma frowned and picked me up. He sat me in his lap and held me tight. The top of my head fit into the crook of his neck and I could hear his heart beat.

“It’s okay if you’re not good at math. Everyone can’t be good at everything. So you’re a biologist? You work with animals. You don’t spend every waking moment of every day solving algebra equations.” He played with the fabric of my shirt as he held onto me. I sniffled and looked up at him.

“You’re not embarrassed by me?” I pouted. My puffy red eyes looked into his for approval.

“What?! Of course not!! You’re one of the smartest people I know! You get paid to literally take care of animals all day! I love bragging to people about that! Also not just any animal but freaking water animals?! That’s even cooler!! They’re like you’re own personal Pokémon! I’m so proud of you! I’d be happy to show you off to anyone! Hell, I’ll show you off to the whole dorm right now.” I laughed and shook my head.

“Noo!!” I joked. I hugged him tightly. “Thank you Fuma. I love you.” I kissed his cheek and just felt so safe. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and squeeze me tightly.

“Pinky Promise me you’ll come to me next time before you explode? I want to help you.” Fuma grabbed my cheeks and made me look at him. He held out a pinky. I wrapped my tiny pinky around his and nodded.

“I pinky promise I will come to you next time.” I gave him a soft smile and he smiled in return.

“Good! Now, let’s go find out why, Y is trying to go back to their X.” He jumped up to grab my laptop. I rolled my eyes and laughed. Oh his dumb jokes.

#&team #murata fuma #&team fuma #fuma #&team euijoo #&team ej #&team x reader #&team scenarios

[somerandommess]

Maxiel Au, ??angst?? This is about almost 1000 words of something. Something I don’t know.

Content warnings: none? Angst?

In the end, Daniel ends up watching Max win his 3rd WDC in Australia on his couch. No point in going. Not that he’s jealous or anything, he’s already established that Max is Max and Daniel is…well, whatever Daniel is nowadays.

He has a third driver role with RedBull but he hasn’t actually gotten in a F1 car since before summer break. And with no confirmed seat for next year, there’s no point in washed up Daniel Ricciardo being in Abu Dhabi.

He’s laying sideways on the couch watching the fireworks go off and the celebrations going on in the background. What a sight huh? Max jumping in the arms of the team while he lays on his couch in a ratty old shirt.

What a joke.

He focuses his eyes to the center table infront of him.

He really thought that he’d be better by the end of the year, that he’d get a competitive seat, and be a real threat next year. Like he used to be. There’s been talks with Mercedes about taking on a proper reserve role but he knows that the possibility of him actually getting in the car to race is slim.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at the table but then he snaps out of it and grabs the remote to turn the television off. As he goes to press the button, it’s time to Interview Max. He doesn’t process what questions are being asked, just watching him. He’s always watching him, and every time Maxs eyes meet the camera, he’s thinks that he’s watching him too.

It’s only when the question of ‘So what post season celebrations can we expect to see?’ does he turn the tv off. No need in hearing about plans that don’t involve him.

He lays there. Many thoughts running around his head. He closes his eyes and thinks really hard about blonde hair and blue eyes, and then he falls asleep.

————

It’s days later around 10 pm when he gets a knock on his door.

It startles him from his place on the floor infront his couch, laptop in his lap trying to do some work. He wonders who it could be as he gets up and makes his way to the door. Another knock, this time however it somehow sounds irritated. He peeps through the little hole and-

He opens the door, “Max?”

“Where were you?” Max barges inside, lugging behind him a small suitcase.

Daniel closes and locks the door following after him.

“Max,”

“Where where you?” Max asks again. They’re in the kitchen now. Maxs bag long forgotten on the floor next to him. Daniel looks at him and thinks he’s hallucinating. Max looks back. It’s just silence, and staring.

“Where were you? I thought you’d be there. I thought, I thought-“

“You thought what Max?”

Max looks at him, anger in his eyes which turns to hurt. “I thought you’d be there Daniel,”

“I, I couldn’t Maxy,” his entire vocabulary seems to get thrown out the window, but the nickname stays.

“Why? Why couldn’t you be there? Tell me why” He’s not demanding. It sounds more like pleading.

‘Why couldn’t you be there’ ‘Why couldn’t you be there for me?’

“I couldn’t Max. I’m sorry, I couldn’t be there to see you win another championship while my career keeps on going down the drain. Congrats on that by the way. I’m sure next year you can take another one while I become even more washed up,” he doesn’t mean it to come out as harsh as it does. But he never used to think before speaking, why start now?

Max scoffs. “You’re not washed Daniel-“

“Really? You’re really saying that, to me, right now? Where’s my trophy Max? Where’s my championship? Where’s my team? Where’s my seat? Where’s my car? Really. Answer me that.” The words come out fast, his breathing matching the pace. His eyes have glossed over and he’s pretty sure his hands are shaking and he should really stop speaking -

“Tell me, what records have I broken? When was the last time I was a real threat on the grid? I’ve just been making bad choices and look at where I am! I might retire next year and you’re telling me that I’m not washed? That I’m not some driver that will retire and be forgotten about?”

He doesn’t realize Max walking towards him, arms up as if approaching a scared animal.

“Daniel-“

“Max, all I’ve done is won a few races. Left a good team and began a downward spiral,”

Max grabs both his hands and squeezes.

“I don’t, I don’t have a seat for next year Maxy.”

Max looks as if he has something to say but decides against it.

Daniel ducks his head ashamed at his outburst. Tears falling between them. He knows Max is watching him, but right now he can’t bear to do the same. He takes a deep breath in and chases it with an exhale. Max drops his hands and pulls him in close. Daniel wraps his arms around his back tightly.

“I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be sorry,”

“No I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling. I shouldn’t have said those things it’s not fair to you. And I’m sorry for not being there, I should have been. Should have been there to hug you first.”

Max doesn’t say anything, just hugs him tighter. It feels wrong. Daniel was supposed to hug him tight with the fireworks going off and the team celebrating in the background. It was supposed to be a good hug. But this, this is nice.

“Hey Maxy,”

“Yeah?”

Daniel breathes in,

“Congratulations.”

Max breathes out.

Not beta read. Those potential errors in there? Mine. I should do a part two for happy times but we’ll see.

#maxiel #maxiel au

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said: "stop moving, just let the show play." octavia teased, nearly slapping kassy's hand away from the laptop, unable to stand her changing it another time while octavia happily braided kassy's hair.

"you sure? i mean this is just the intro part, it's kinda boring so--" she pulled her hands away from her laptop with a huff at the tease from her best friend sitting behind her. "okay, okay, fiiine," she crossed her arms over her chest despite the small amused smile on her lips, letting the show play as she enjoyed the feel of octavia's fingers run through her hair. it wasn't often she let her braid her hair but if octavia was going to sacrifice her time to watch one of kass' shows she supposed she could give in this time. it did feel nice too.

it felt so nice that she had leaned back against the bed where she'd plopped herself on the floor, eyes closing as octavia laid on her stomach across her bed. "i'm not falling asleep," she said then before her best friend had the chance to comment on it, though kassy couldn't really blame her. she had a habit of napping wherever she had a moment, comfortable or not. it wasn't her fault that having her hair played with and braided made her sleepy. "it's just the boring part like i said, i'll open my eyes when it gets good, i am watching.." she huffed as octavia made a comment about the whole reason she was watching this show was for her.

"just watch, three episodes in and you'll be hooked anyways so shush," she teased, sticking her tongue out at octavia. she doubted it but, it was still fun to tease her and if they got bored and octavia finished braiding her hair there was plenty other things they could do. "think alec is supposed to drop by in an hour or so too, i wonder what goodies he's gonna bring us," she licked her lips, hands rubbing together with a grin and laugh as octavia made some guesses. "maybe you can try braiding his hair too, itty bitty tiny braids," she joked as she glanced back at o with a playful shrug. "he likes the show too ya'know, he's a couple episodes ahead though."

#headstrongblake #verse: all american. #kassy harwell: answered ask.

[chenle-dressed-in-black]

m.list

[00:33] You should’ve been asleep hours ago, but what began as a lighthearted watch party with your long distance boyfriend ended with his sudden confession about how he was falling out of love with you, despite his best efforts.

The thoughts that he had gotten used to over a month or so were brand new to you, and they were dumped onto you without warning. You listened, swallowing down the pain you felt, then told him to take a few days to think of what he said and decide what he wanted to do.

When he told you he was going to think over it, you know he was only saying so out of politeness—the harsh truth is that his mind has been made up for weeks and you could tell the moment he dropped the first confession from his lips.

The second your laptop closes, you let the pain risk back up from your stomach and crawl out of you. It hits you deep in your chest as you begin to weep.

With shaking hands, you reach for your phone and dial your best friend’s number. Jeno picks up on the second ring, even though it’s the middle of the night.

“Y/N, why are you up this late?” he says, his voice clear enough for you to know he hasn’t been to sleep yet. “Are you okay?”

You hesitate, not sure what to say or how many words you’ll be able to get out coherently. Your voice is barely a whisper. “Could you . . . come over?”

“If you need me, I’ll be there.” There’s the shuffling sound of movement. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I think my relationship is over.”

He sucks in a breath over the line. “Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry.”

“I really don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m heading there now,” he says. “I’ll let myself in. I remember the code. Hang in there for nine minutes, okay?”

After expressing your thanks, you end the call. The tears are coming down hard now—the force of them causing your whole body to shake. You don’t even hear him come in, but all of a sudden Jeno is there, sitting beside you on your bed and wrapping you in his arms.

“You came.”

“You needed me. Of course I came.” When your cries impossibly pick up, he pulls you closer against his shoulder. One of his hands smooths down your hair. “Shh, I’m here. You aren’t alone. I’m right here. You’re going to be all right. And I’ll be with you every second that you’re not.”

You let out a sad laugh. “What if I need to go to the bathroom, though?”

“Was that a joke you just made?” He pulls back enough to meet your gaze, smiling without his teeth. It’s a sweet smile with enough love to steady your heart, if only for a mere moment in the wake of this storm. “That’s my girl.”

“I still want to be funny even if I’m sad,” you say. “I can’t lose my charm.”

Gently, Jeno brushes a hair back from your wet face. “Do you want to lie down and try to get some sleep?”

“Promise me you’ll stay.”

His eyes move across your face like he’s thinking about something serious, then he kisses your forehead. “Forever. Here, let’s lie down.”

You let him move you under the covers, sighing into him as he puts one arm under your neck and the other over your side, spooning you.

“You’re a great friend.”

“You taught me everything I know,” he says. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ve got a long few days ahead. Good night, Y/N.”

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The Enchanted Door (Chapter Four: The Haven's Door)

Taylor opened her eyes, startled. It was ten in the morning, later than she thought she'd wake up. Last week, her mom found out about Taylor staying up all night, so she took away her laptop. She couldn't watch Jojo or Moon Knight anymore. She argued to let her parents to allow her to finish the part of Jojo she was on, but they said no. Taylor could mentally watch Moon Knight since she had watched the show so many times. That was good for falling asleep. But there were good news. Taylor could still have Quotev, Wattpad, and Tumblr.

With a nighttime and bed schedule of course. Her mom made her get the sleep she needed.

Well rested, Taylor got out of bed. Her closet door was ajar. It wasn't opened last time she checked. Taylor just left her room, shrugging off the feeling something was off.

Today, she had the house all to herself. Colette and Charlie we're spending the day at a friend's house, her mom was at work, and her dad was out looking for a job. Taylor grabbed a bowl of cereal and resumed watching WandaVision. She finished breakfast, washed her bowl, and decided to sleep in some more.

The closet door, that she didn't notice, was humming like a bee. It started to grow louder. Putting down the comic she was reading, Taylor, fed up, walked up to her door and opened it.

"Woah!" she exclaimed. 

In a flash of light, the world went dark.

For a while, Taylor couldn't see anything, but the world slowly came into view. She groaned. She felt horrible lying on the ground. Her back was sore and her head was throbbing. She looked up from her uncomfortable position. Where am I? she thought.

She was lying on the floor of a train. She blushed, embarrassed to be lying down there, but luckily for her, there was a dime under the seats which she grabbed. The train seemed to have stopped. No one was on yet. Taylor stood up. She was scared, nervous. She was sweating. Where was she? How did she end up here? Taylor whimpered. The train door opened. She gasped and quickly sat down. Taylor closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She opened her eye for a quick glance.

She smiled, her worries flying off.

Sitting in the seat across from her was none other than Giorno Giovanna, the protagonist from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind. Taylor quietly squeaked as he looked out the window. Was this real? Was this really happening?

"Hi," he said, noticing her. Taylor was mentally setting off fireworks. Giorno said hi Giorno said hi Giorno said hi!!!

"Hi," she replied. She was about to say something else, but a small piece of change rolled onto the floor. Taylor recognized it. Bruno Bucciarati leaned over and picked up his coin.

"Is this yours?" he asked Giorno. Taylor could barely keep in her excitement. This was actually happening! Bruno meeting Giovanna for the first time and Taylor was witnessing it in real life!

Wait, was this even real life? If it wasn't, then Taylor was having fun either way!

"It's not," Giorno replied. Bruno looked at Taylor, who kept a cool, calm look under her excited self.

"Is this yours?" he asked.

"No," she simply replied.

"Hm, I see," Bruno said. He took a seat from Giorno. "It's my lucky day." Taylor looked out the window, "minding" her own business. She tried not to look nosey, but she was living her dream! The window reflected the scene about to play. Man, I wish I had popcorn.

"Tell me," Bruno said. "If you were to find a bag on this tram, a bag that had a billion lira inside, would you turn it in?" Taylor looked over at the two. 

"You're joking, right?' Giorno asked. She knew this scene by heart.

"It's finders keepers," they said. Giorno flashed her a smile. It would be really cool if we could be friends, Taylor thought.

"At least you're both honest," Bruno replied, chuckling. 

"You wouldn't mind if I joined you?" she asked, standing up.

"No, ahead," Bruno replied. Taylor moved over and sat next to Giorno. "Now, about my previous question, what if I was really an undercover cop and I saw the whole thing?"

"Eh, that's simple," Taylor replied. "Give you a fair amount and you never saw anything."

"I'd do the same," Giorno said. "I'd pay you to mosey off." Bruno laughed.

"That's the spirit," he said, "and you know, I get the sense you really would. The look on your face isn't the expression of a bluffing man," Bruno said, referring to Giorno. "I can clearly see that you're telling the truth."

"What do you mean?" Taylor asked, going along. 

"You see, I have a special knack for telling whether someone's being truthful and I don't often make mistakes." Taylor licked her lips. She knew what was coming. The only thing she feared was if Bruno saw her as an enemy. 

She hoped that Bruno just saw her as bystander that got roped into this conversation. This isn't how she wanted to have her first meeting to go. "Have you ever noticed how the face often glistens with sweat?" Bruno asked, rubbing his cheek. "That's normally the first tell, but what's important is the sweat's flavor, that's the telltale sign." Taylor was grossed out. Sure she had seen this a million times over, but it was still disgusting how Bruno could tell one was lying. 

"Gee, who exactly do you think you are?" Giorno asked. Bruno stood up.

"Leaky-eye Luca got his head bashed in with his shovel and was conveniently found unconscious on the outskirts of the airport. He's critical and it's looking like he's never going to come to and I've come here to find the culprit, and possible his associate." Great, Taylor was now roped in and now on Bruno's bad side. She should've stayed in bed.

"Is that what you're here for?" Taylor asked. Don't sweat, don't sweat, don't sweat. 

"Yes, so let's talk," he replied. "No one has the slightest idea why Leaky-eye Luca was even at the airport. However, I spoke with a security guard and was told that a young man named Giorno Giovanna was there. If it's not too much trouble I thought we'd have a quick chat about the matter." Taylor gulped.

"You a cop or what?" Giorno asked, propping his leg up on his seat.

"Don't be ridiculous," Bruno replied quite angrily. "Luca wasn't some ordinary street punk. He was a mafioso and several people had reason to off him. He had a special knack for being hated. Problem is that's not how his boss is electing to see the situation. A member of the Familia has been slain and what honor he had has been severely compromised. He's ordered me to find the perpetrator and sort out everything surrounding this mess. Make this easy and cooperate. Understand? Did you meet up with Leaky-eye Luca at the airport?" Taylor was scared. She knew Giorno did it. But was Bruno targeting Giorno, or Giorno and herself? She was definitely associated with him now. 

"Leaky who? Never heard of him," Giorno replied. 

Bruno was very close to Giorno's face, you could feel the tension. Taylor was scared. The train came to a stop and the doors opened.

"You're not perspiring," Bruno said. He glanced at Taylor. She wasn't sweating. "Right then, that's all I need." He stood up. "You both are in the clear. Sorry to bother you, Giorno Giovanna, and..."

"Taylor Marron," she replied. 

"Well then, sorry to bother you, Giorno Giovanna and Taylor Marron," Bruno said, leaving. Taylor sighed, relieved. She knew he'd be back since he left a little present in Giorno's hand.

"I'm glad that's over," she said. "Another minute more and I'd start sweating." Giorno chuckled. Taylor stood up.

"Are you new?" he asked. "I don't think I've seen you around."

"Yeah, I am," she answered. It wasn't a lie, it was true. "Well this is my stop. It was was nice to meet you, Giorno Giovanna," she said, imitating Bruno.

"It was nice to meet you too," he said. Taylor smiled and waved. She walked off the train. She didn't want to go home just yet! But she didn't want to stick around for long. As she walked down the stairs, there was a flash of light and Taylor was back home in the kitchen.

"What the?!?" she exclaimed. What just happened? Wasn't she just exiting the train? Taylor shook her head, laughing at herself. It was all fake. She was probably dreaming and started to sleep walk. That was the reasonable idea. She wasn't in the world of Jojo.

But the dime from the train, it was pressed into her palm. "Uh?" Taylor rushed up stairs. Everything had happened! And she needed to tell someone! She messaged Luciana about her encounter with Giorno and Bruno and how she had actual proof she jumped dimensions. 

What was going on? This was exciting!

But terrifying!

A/n: Written by me.

#Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper #Phantom of the Opera #Harry Potter #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Marvel #Moon Knight #Magic #Crossover #Romance

[tatlandtaelsurveys]

Sixteen

Is there someone you can’t stop thinking of?
 My brother and worried about how he is doing. I miss hanging out about him. 

Do you have sex with redheads? I haven’t and not intentionally. Just hasn’t been a red head I’ve dated. what a....question this is. When was the last time you held someone’s hand?
 Umm well on Mother’s Day I grabbed my mom’s hand as we walked to Starbucks. We were talking about us growing up.  As far as dating, my boyfriend’s hand but it’s beeen like two weeks since I’ve seen him since because I was sick and then he has been sick. What are you doing right? Answering this survey and debating to go brush my teeth or grab a snack.

What color is your shirt?
 Pink. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
 My phone just broke a few days ago T_T. It was I think work or parents. But today I talked to my boyfriend on Facebook Messenger.

Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with a J?
 No.

Would you get married if you could right now?
 Possibly. I want to but I don’t know. Is it too soon for us?

Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? My boyfriend :). 

What is the next concert/show you’re going to?
  Not sure.

Are you in a good mood?
 Yeah. Not in a much talkative mood but I am good. Groggy.

The last person you argued with?
 Umm, my Dad maybe. Could have been a disagreement with my bf but the first one comes to mind.



Is any part of your body sore?
 My back. 

What do you wear more jeans, sweatpants, or slacks?
 Jeans but more like jeggings.

Who makes you so mad you could puke?
 Not puke but very stupid drivers. Ones that signal as they’re swinging already over into your lane. 

If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself? I’ve asked this to myself. Sometimes yes, but other parts I don’t know.

Where did you sleep last night? Living room chairs.

Are you confident in yourself? HA HA.

Brothers/sisters? Yes.



Boyfriend/Girlfriend?
  Yes. Are you watching anything?
 I just started the Korean drama Business Proposal.

Whats your opinion on world peace?
 If only.

Do you believe in miracles?
 Abadfbadfb, at times I’ll express it that way but I mean I don’t know.

Drinking anything?
 Water, and possibly my cold tea..

Last time you passed out from alcohol?
 It’s been a while. I usually get tired and fall asleep but to actually pass out would have this one time years ago. Are you listening to music? 
No.



Your favorite fruit?
 Sliced pears or a full peach.

Is there anyone who’s a lot like you?
 From working with her I think our spontaneous and joking around is similar. 



Do you like change?
 I don’t mind it but it does really depend on what kind of change.

How many things in life do you hate?
 Gahh I have heard things on the news I really hate. That and colds.



Do you get offended easily?
 Usually..but I don’t react on it to the person. I try and keep things civil but I am bad about taking it like I am being criticized, which isn’t always the case.

What do you think about cheaters? I think cheating isn’t cool. 

Do you use napkins?
 Too many, even if there isn’t a big mess, for my nose or something. I like having on near by.  Is your phone on your lap?
 No but my laptop is.

What do you think of people who save it for marriage?
 If that is what makes them happy that’s awesome, nothing wrong with that.

What about people who don’t save it for marriage? ^ Same as above.

Have you ever had a one-night stand?
 Yes and no. Yes, but then last second decided to date since I was moving. I was scared and didn’t want a one night stand. But it was a mess when we dated too.

Has someone ever pressured you into doing something you didn’t want to?
 Yes but not in the line of sex and drugs. Just to try something or go to something and make me feel bad if I didn’t go.



What’s your opinion on sex in general?
  For me personally, sex is something I want  do with someone I really care about and am serious about.

So tell me about your life?
 I feel like I am too old to be living with my parents. I have things I’d like to talk about in therapy, if I get that going and just can’t seem to make enough money. Also studying is a huge struggle for me. I like my job but I always get sick. I am looking forward to my summer trip though. 

Does anyone of the opposite sex have the same name as you?
 Not that I know of. 

Last person that you were in the car with?
 My boyfriend’s mom and brother.

What’s more important: love or hate?
 Love but acknowledging your feelings for both can be important and where to channel those feelings and how in a healthy way.

Would you date a 18 year old at the age you are now?
 Nooo. But i am also in in a relationship.

What about 30?
 I am, well 35.

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? I have a cold. Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence?
 I don’t remember.

Are you dating the last person you talked to?
 Yes.

What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
 Check the time or turn off my alarm.

What are you sitting on right now? Bed.

If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose?
 Fall <3.

What were you doing last night at midnight?
 Sleeping.

What are you excited about?
 My summer trip with my boyfriend!

Are you a mean person?
 Not mean, no.

If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?
 No.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now?
 Probably to a grocery run but I need a shower..and probably not. I feel so gross.

What are you drinking?
 Water is next to me but nothing at this exact moment.

Did the last person who hurt you most, ever apologize? No. She never really does.

Are you alone in the room?
 Nope.

Is there anyone who dislikes you for no REAL reason?
 I am sure there is a reason to them but I’ve had people not like me and I don’t know what I did.

Do you read a lot?
 No.

I bet you’re missing someone, right?
 YES.

Are you on any medication?
 I take birth control.

Have you been to Taco Bell recently? No.

When was the last time someone called you pretty?
 Today.

What’s your next piercing going to be?
 I want small rings on the side of my ears.

#personal survey #tumblr survey #survey