#i luv u all ur great <3

[bamber344]

stumbling home half drunk from party is a very whumpee feel

head spinning, legs moving but unable to feel them, skin is numb

it's late at night, so you just keep moving forward, hoping that nothing will stop you from getting home safely, but it's hard to discern anything in the shadows of the dim streetlamps

something or someone could jump out at any time

get WHUMPD

#no i did not sober up before writing this #still feelin a little tipsy i won't lie to you my loyal whumpists #whumpblr #whump #whumpee #drunk whumpee #i luv u all ur great <3 #mwah

[livelaughlovesubs]

Ermermerm soooo… can u plz do a lil fic where like, reader is a hardworking person and is like working a 9 to 5 job or wtv and one day they get yelled at by their boss and since reader is pissed they come home and takes the frustration out on Kunikida by fucking him HARD and goes on multiple rounds ermmmm…. THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Ur fics r my girl dinner. Anywayz… luv u nini!! Thx 4 putting up with me ;3

- 🎀

No no no, it’s alright bae, I don’t mind. Your ideas are always so good too, I’ll work on the other ones soon, it might take a while but.. oh well

Dom!reader x sub!Kunikida

Reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (you can read it as strap or not, it’s not mentioned)

“Ugh, who does he think he is?!” You vented, seemingly annoyed. “Screaming at me like that, son of a bitch. Hey, kunikida, the fuck are you doing?” Your grip on his waist tightened, basically pinching him. He arched his back and yelped a little, “ah..! What are you- mhm, doing.” The male was riding you while you held him by the hips, giving him instructions and commands. “You are doing a horrible job, fuck it, I’ll do it.” Without giving him any warnings, you changed positions and got up, caussing him to fall onto his back.

“Ah, y/n?! I- UgH-Hngnn!” Kunikida gasped, now in the mating press with your arms forcing his legs to be raised to his chest. “You see I didn’t have a great day.” He moaned as he felt you deeper inside him, all thanks to this new position. “And I really don’t have any patience now.” Right before you started moving, his reached out to you, his shaking hands gently grabbed your arms. “P-please.. it’s the third round, I can’t do anymore…!”

That was the truth, he’s been riding you for a while now. Though just because that needy whore’s been pleased, doesn’t mean you were satisfied with his performance. “I’ve expected more from you.” You admitted with a cold gaze. Kunikida flinched as he saw your expression, shyly avoiding eye contact. He did kind of expect it, but it still surprised him when you suddenly started moving. Since he was stretched already due to the previous rounds, you were able to move faster from the start. Snapping your hips against his while panting slightly, using your anger as energy and his body as stress relief. “Ah-ahHhAa!” The Blondie cried out, tears rolling down his pretty face and decorating those flushed cheeks. His glasses were placed away on the nightstand, at a save distance. There were times were they broke during your sessions.

His body trembled with each thrust, he bit his lip to suppress those deliciously embarrassing moans he’d make. It was of no use though, because the pleasure was too overwhelming, so much that he was losing his mind. “What’s the problem, kunikida? You are normally so cool headed after all~” you teased him, not stopping with your relentless pounding. Fuck, you just loved that humiliated face of his. The way he shook underneath you, eyes pleading for your mercy, it was absolutely stunning. Like a drug to which you got addicted, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Ah- uHhh..! Y/n, y-y/n, MHmmm!” The man whimpered through clenched teeth, you always had to embarrass him like this and he was never able to get used to it. What happened at your work this time? One day he was definitely going to kill that boss of yours. Since when you get furious over them, in the end, he’s always the one to suffer. “What are you thinking about, getting distracted like this?” Your question pulled him out of his day dream, startling him a little. He wasn’t even able to respond before you considered it unnecessary and moved even rougher. Taking away from the speed and instead focusing on reaching deep inside him.

Kunikida could swear he saw stars, the way his entire body tingled each time you touched him was rendering him to a mess. He was getting closer to the edge, his legs wrapped around your waist to keep you closer. You felt a shiver down your spine, he was too cute when like this. “Ah.. ughh, y/n..!” The male groaned again, he used all his strength to whisper a warning but the words didn’t want to come out, “I’m- mhHmm! C-close..” it was just too much for him to handle, he was already sensitive from the previous rounds. It’s not his fault you feel so good.

You didn’t slow down, there was no need for it. Watching him all twitchy and messed up like this was your favourite thing to do after all. He clenched around you as he came, leaking his cum all over his belly. It dripped down his shaft in an erotic way, all the way to his hole, soaking his thighs and the bed. “Uh..HhhMM.!! Ga-gahhhHh..” a chocked out moan slipped from him, lasting until he finished his load. Some tears rolled down the sides of his face, or maybe it was sweat? He looked at you with trembling eyes, a hint of need and undeniable ecstasy present. “Good job.” You praised him, before turning him around onto his belly, licking your lips as you did. “Let’s keep doing that until you forget my name~” Those desperate eyes turned into one of fear and curiosity soon, he just pressed his face against the pillow as he let you do whatever you wanted. What a good little stress relief~

(Tag: @nvllxiety)

#sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #sub bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub kunikida #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #bungou stray dogs kunikida #kunikida x reader #kunikida smut #kunikida bsd #🎀 anon

[myhairpintrigger]

Helloooooo hope ur having a nice day

Is it ok if u do a darkling x reader where they get walked in on during a very intimate moment 👀 😏 . Like maybe Alina thinks she has a chance and keeps trying to one up the reader not knowing aleks is in an established relationship and finds out the hard way …..

i hope ur ok with this

thank youuuuu

I luv u anon <3 I hope YOU are having a nice day.

warnings: (very?) mild sexual content, Alina slander if you squint (im sorry baby ur still my queen)

word count: 2.8k

The Hard Way

(aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

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Imaginably so, it took someone of great significance in one way or another to catch the eye of the Black General. So that’s why it was such a shock to see such an ordinary person on his arm. 

At the time of your meeting, you had been working as one of the Royal Family’s seamstresses and you’d been tasked with making a very important coat for a very important gala for a very important general. His first impression of you was admittedly not the best, and neither was the second or third, and he was often found ranting to anyone who would listen about the petulant little seamstress that wouldn’t apologize for sticking him with a needle during fittings and would instead tell him to man up. This, he was not used to, and it stunned him a bit. Surely you knew who he was and you had to have known that he happened to command respect and attention with his position and power. And to be fair, you did. You knew very well who General Kirigan was and you knew very well that he was capable of some very unsavory things, but you simply did not care.

And that intrigued him. Very, very much. 

So much so that he began to seek you out even after you’d finished making the (very beautiful) coat for him, to converse with you. It started out as little arguments back and forth, and it grew into little stories about yourself and small fragments of his life and what bothered him on a daily basis, and nearly a year into your little friendship with the General, you knew that you’d fallen for him, and he was very aware of the fact that he’d also fallen for you. 

You were the first one to speak about your feelings for him, as he simply could not believe anyone could ever want to be around him with nothing to gain except for his favor and the gift of his presence, so when you told him one night after he’d returned from a two week long check in with the troops near The Fold, he could hardly believe you. But he had to, when it came down to it, because when did you ever really care that he was… Him? From there, the two of you only became closer, and eventually he had made it very well known to the King that you were no longer a seamstress for him and his family, but rather a permanent resident of The Little Palace.

Now nearly three years into your relationship, your presence- just as his- commanded respect. Everyone knew exactly who you were and exactly how you were to be treated. Like an absolute queen.

You now sat in your shared bedroom with only your underclothes and a black satin robe on, perched silently in the armchair in your bedroom, reading a book. Your reverie was soon broken by a knock on your door and you slowly tore your eyes away from your book and set it aside, pulling your robe tightly closed before you glanced up at the door.

“Please, come in.” you called and watched as the door swung open to reveal Genya, who walked inside with a large box and closed the door with her foot.

“He’s returned. The General. I figured you’d want to dress yourself and come greet him. He’s brought company.” she stated and laid the box down on the foot of your bed, “It’s nothing fancy. Just a new dress.” she added and motioned delicately to the box on your bed.

You gave the girl a grateful smile as you stood up and you gave her a nod, “Yes. the Sun Summoner. It’s all anyone has talked about for the past two days. Thank you for the dress, Genya.” you replied softly and walked towards the bed. You opened up the box to reveal that the dress was in fact, nothing fancy as Genya had promised and you held the simple silk gown up to examine it and you gave her a little nod, “It’s lovely. Thank you, again.” you said kindly and she gave you a little nod before slipping out of the bedroom.

Once she had gone, you hurriedly dressed yourself in the black dress that had been left for you and you sat down next to the door and in a rush, clumsily yanked on and laced up a pair of boots before you stood and crossed the room to yours and Aleksander’s wardrobe, grabbing out a cloak, not quite sure at this point whether it was his or yours, and you hardly had the mind to care. You simply wanted to see him after missing the man for nearly three weeks now. You ran back to the door and in passing, glanced into a hanging mirror and decided you looked presentable enough before you dashed out the door, fumbling while you ran to get the cloak on. You finished getting the cloak on- which you had quickly found was indeed one of his once you saw it pool on the floor beneath you- just in time to make your way out the doors and down to the courtyard to see your lover dismounting his horse and helping a girl climb off of the animal as well, who you rightfully assumed was the Sun Summoner.

You stood back for just a moment so he could collect his bearings, but the moment he looked up and your eyes met his, all bets were sorely off. You ran towards him as fast as your legs could take you through the gravel and he bent down just a bit to your level and opened up his arms widely. Once you reached him, you launched yourself into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wasn’t usually one for displays of affection around everyone, but he’d happily indulge you in times like this when he’d been gone long enough for his absence to become an ache to the both of you. You could hear him inhale sharply as he buried his face in your hair, his arms winding around your waist as he drew you close to him.

“You’re wearing my cloak.” he commented, obviously amused by this.

You simply huffed out a ‘yes’ and closed your eyes as you hid your face against his neck, the ache of missing him in your chest melting into a warm feeling of relief and happiness. He was the first to pull away and you followed his lead and he simply motioned towards the girl at his side.

“This is Alina Starkov. She is the Sun Summoner. Alina, this is my y/n.” he introduced and you turned to the obviously very nervous girl and offered your hand to her.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I assure you, you’re in good hands.” you said enthusiastically and motioned up towards your lover who simply took your hand and guided the two of you inside. He spoke to Alina as you walked, but you tuned the two of them out and laid your head against his arm as you walked inside with them. It wasn’t until it had been silent for a moment that you realized Alina had been directed in her own way. You looked up at Aleksander adoringly as the two of you walked and he let go of your hand, only to wrap his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side.

“You are staring at me.” he remarked, an amused smile forming on his lips.

“Well, I better not hear a hint of a complaint. I’ve missed you so much I haven’t known what to even do with myself. Most days I find myself unable to get out of bed and function like a person.” you admitted and he turned to you and swept you into his arms, carrying you the rest of the way to your bedroom, the ends of his enormous cloak that you wore dragging alongside the two of you.

“I am not complaining, my sweet love. I’m merely observing. And you know,” he began, opening up the door to your bedroom, “I have missed you as well.”

-

The weeks following Aleksander’s return were spent mainly in your bedroom or out in the courtyard walking, though the outdoor walks never lasted long as he worried about you catching a cold in the wintery weather and he’d always whisk you back inside before it had even been half an hour. His return had put you less on edge and you were finally able to fall back into your daily habits, and you really couldn’t complain about anything… except for the fact that Alina would follow your lover around like a lovestruck puppy every chance she had. You’d gone riding with them just the other day only to find yourself watching the Sun Summoner all but throw herself at Aleksander. Every time you were nearby, she’d make a point to grab his arm. Every time you’d grab his hand, she would try to lead him away or steal his attention. At first you didn’t want to believe it was on purpose, so you began to make a point of calling Aleksander “my love” and “lover” around her and everyone else, so there was no question about the two of you and your relationship status, but even then she would vie for his attention, and that’s when you realized: she was intentionally trying to show you up.

And when he’d told her his name? You’d let out an audible scoff and caught both of their eyes. Alina’s with a persistent determination and Aleksander’s with a look of confusion mixed with a warning. You decided to sit that ride out and rush back inside, tossing an excuse of ‘just tired‘ behind you as you made your way back into the Little Palace. 

You didn’t go on any more rides with them after that, and you kept your distance from Alina, as well.

It had gone on like this for weeks; at dinners, at trainings, when he was simply checking up on her, even when you were blatantly at his side with your hand possessively clasped within his own, she still made attempts to pull him away.

You’d been dreading the Winter Fete terribly, knowing what it would bring, and you were considering every possible way to find an excuse to get out of it, not wanting to watch Alina sidle up to Aleksander as if she was meant to be by his side. So now the week before the event, you sat in your bed midday, with your back up against the headboard with a book laying between your legs that you weren’t reading, rather you were sulking. The door opening made you shift your eyes upwards and they fell upon the form of Aleksander, who stood with a worried expression on his face.

“No one has seen you since breakfast. I grew worried. Are you sick?” he asked and closed the door behind him, approaching you gracefully. 

He knelt at your bedside and gazed up at you with those big eyes, so dark that often times, you could hardly find his pupil, “I’m not sick.” you replied with the same petulance that he’d become so fond of.

A chuckle made its way out of his mouth and he grabbed your book and set it aside, “Alright then. Why are you sulking in bed, my love?” he asked, as if he was speaking to an irritated child.

You glared down at him and he held his hands up in surrender, “Aleksander,” you began and then you sighed, “It’s stupid. It really is.” you finally said and then looked away from his eyes.

“It cannot be stupid if its’ got you hiding out. The Winter Fete is a week away. Normally before events like this, you’re out criticizing and directing the poor soul making your dress. Then you’re ranting to me about how you wish I’d let you make your own gowns instead.” he remarked and sat down on the bed next to your feet, “So what has you bothered, Pretty?” he asked and reached up to ever so gently take your chin between his fingers.

You studied his face for a moment before sighing and you rubbed your face, “It’s Alina. I know how childish this sounds but she’s always just… tossing herself into your arms every chance she gets, even in front of me! I’m not jealous, I refuse to be so juvenile but she doesn’t stop! It’s so-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were capturing yours in a searing kiss. You kissed him back almost immediately, surprised by the sudden intensity of the kiss. When he finally pulled back to allow the two of you to breathe, he only chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, one thing is for certain: I definitely have not kissed Alina like that. Or at all. My love, worry not about her wants and behaviors, for I am yours and yours alone.” he promised and you looked up at him, giving him a bashful nod, “I have been putty in your little hands ever since you impaled my wrist with a sewing needle.” he teased and it was your turn to chuckle.

“I did not impale you, for one, and it is your own fault for moving when I specifically told you to hold still.” You remarked.

To this, he only replied with a hum as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your throat, “My mistake. I never meant to disobey the high and mighty dressmaker.” he teased, but you could barely form a reply as his lips trailed lower down the center of your throat and to the neckline of your dress, “Have I mentioned how much I love it when you wear black?” he asked and slid his hands behind your waist to begin to unlace your dress.

“I think you may have mentioned it a time or two before…” you replied breathlessly and sat up when he tugged you forward and he pulled your dress over your head in one graceful motion. He tossed the garment aside and pulled you away from the headboard to lay you out across the bed, and you reached up to push his heavy kefta off of his shoulders so that it fell onto the floor. Nothing but glances were exchanged between the two of you as he pushed your petticoat up around your waist and he leaned down to press sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, and you bit down on your bottom lip, a soft moan escaping your mouth. The sound egged Aleksander on and he made his way up your inner thighs and reached up with the intention to pull your underwear aside when a knock sounded at the door.

The sound didn’t bother Aleksander and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and he gave them a sharp tug when the door swung open and a little laugh was heard, “Aleksander, Genya said you might be in here, but-” when her eyes landed upon you, her jaw dropped and Aleksander quickly moved his head out from between your thighs and he grabbed his kefta off of the floor and tossed it around you in a panic. He turned towards Alina who stood frozen in shock and he blinked a few times.

“Miss Starkov. I believe most people would apologize and leave the room by now.” he said calmly and her eyes darted between the two of you rapidly before her cheeks turned bright red and she blurted out a quiet apology and spun on her heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her. 

Aleksander turned back to you and then he clicked his tongue, “Well, that might have solved your problem for you. She quite literally saw my head between your thighs.” he stated with raised eyebrows and you scoffed and threw the kefta at him.

“Well, what are you doing up there?” you asked irritatedly, “get back between them.” you huffed, your cheeks nearly as pink as Alina’s had been, and he eagerly complied.

And he happened to be right. The incident did completely solve your Alina problem, because every time you saw her afterwards, she’d blush and scurry away. Almost every Grisha in the Little Palace had since heard about it, and when you saw Genya the day after, she only smirked at you and rolled her eyes, and from that afternoon forward, Aleksander didn’t seem to mind pulling you a little closer when the two of you were around staring eyes.

#the darkling imagine #the darkling x reader #the darkling #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova imagine #general kirigan imagine #general kirigan #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse

[scene-royaltylolz]

Go on and relax yall!

Put down da phone and rest ur brain from all da colors and lights

Breathe fresh air cuz ur lungs sure as heck deserve it!

Go out 4 a walk and enjoy Earth!

And if it's night time 4 u but can't sleep, maybe watch 1 of ur old fav movies, lay back and just think 2 urself or stare at da moon and stars outside ur window!

Just do sumthing nice 4 urself, away from ur phone. Take a break and relax!

You've been thru a lot, u deserve a good break :3

I luv u, ur doing great <3

#scene blog #cringe culture is stupid #cringe culture is dead #scene kid #scene #scene aesthetic #2000s scene #rawr x3 #rawring 20s #rawr :3 #scene revival #scenecore #motivation #i luv my followers :3 #emocore #2000s emo #emo #lgbtq #lgbtqia #age regression #pet regression #meant for you #furry #xenogender #neopronouns #alterhuman #otherkin #therian #fictionkin #otherhearted

[stealingyourbones]

I know u usually do dp x dc prompts and stuff, but do u have any ideas about a buzzed unsolved/ghost files x Danny phantom? I feel like there would be a lot of great interactions

srry if ur not rlly into that

luv ur blog btw <3

just finished binging all of their true crime episodes so why not honestly.

(Danny has been mistaken as a cryptid multiple times throughout his adventures through time. One of these instances being the Mothman.) Danny's posts makes repeat appearances in the post mortem and Q&A episodes jokingly saying that "he's talked to the ghosts of the incidents and has it all figured out." and lays out the genuine reason behind the supernatural occurrence or mysterious death of a person. After regularly appearing in the Q&A, they do a Supernatural episode on the mysterious hauntings of Amity Park. Most likely chalked up to mass hysteria or something for the scientific reasoning behind the mysterious ghosts. in the next Q&A, They figure out that the person behind the CelestialGhoul handle is in fact Daniel Fenton, the son of Jack and Maddie Fenton, owners of Fenton Works and creators of the mysterious "ghost portal" which Shane thinks is a load of horseshit. Danny talks about how his Parents were really bad with lab safety and corrected some minor mistakes that the research team of BUN didn't catch. He offered to be interviewed by Ryan and Shane at any time that their schedules can match up. Danny was quite a character and the fans loved his appearance on the show. He was a believer in the supernatural but denied the existence of ghosts in almost every location that Ryan and Shane went to. He cracked jokes with the ghost hunters and seamlessly fit into their dynamic. He was the perfect middle ground. He was bold and brazen like Shane and yet was a believer like Ryan. Danny went on and talked about his parent's terrible lab saftey, the various ghosts that haunted his town, The constant damage the City endured, how this was simply the norm in his hometown, shitting on Ryan for believing that holy water did anything towards ghosts or demons, and the Anti-Ecto laws. (Ryan tried to use these to rub in Shane's face that this was proof that ghosts existed. His boast was quickly swatted down by Shane who countered that the United States also spent billions on UFO research so the Government was just a load of idiots.)

Shane and Ryan get a tad worried on the sanity of this random guy online that they invited to get interviewed on their show when he starts pulling out various ecto weapons and gadgets. He quickly puts them away to their relief and mentions that they were just replicas (that was a lie).

It's a fun episode all in all, more discussion and funny bits ensue and after it was uploaded, fans demanded to see more of Danny. To their surprise, They indeed would see more of Danny Fenton as a crew member for The Watcher.

#bones writes #bones replies #thats longer than i thought it was gonna be #miki-meh #hope ya like it :D #dp crossover #danny phantom

[moodywyrm]

going to the gym with college!abby and wearing one of those pretty pastel colored workout sets that hug your ass <3 she’d lose her mind

ur so right nonnie. so i work out at home bc the gym is scary, but honestly the buff mascs are at the gym (shocking) so i might just consider it.

thinking abt wearing those cute lil shorts w/ the cross-over waist n a tight lil sports bra (or t-shirt, whichever ur more comfortable with) n spending a lot of time on the treadmill bc u didn't feel like using weights or whatever. ur listening to music, bopping ur lil head, alternating speeds n inclines n the like and walking to the beat of the music. overall, great time.

n ur waiting for abby, who is currently doing leg presses while she waits for a squat rack to open (is that what they're called? i think that's what they're called). here's the thing. she is trying. so hard. not to look at you. bc if she does she will cut this session short just to get u home n eat u out, post gym, all sweaty. i know I've seen someone post about abby preferring to eat u out post-gym n if i find it I'll reblog it, but i think that person is so correct. she likes u sweaty, that is her right as a girl's girl. n that urge is made so much worse when she sees u on the treadmill, walking n looking all pretty n hers.

AND THEN. u slow down the speed on the machine so u can cool down, n ur vibing to like ,,, woman or sad girlz luv money n ur swaying ur hips n mouthing the lyrics n holy shit she wants u so bad and there are gross straight gym bros staring at u in a not nice way n abby is literally jumping off the machine, wiping it down hella fast n running over to u, glaring at the men all the while bc u are Hers. n ur like 'already?' looking all innocent and sweet and abby is like 'yeah bb, let's go home' and her smile is so chill but she Knows she is about to pull you into the locker room, into an unoccupied shower stall and eat u out before hauling ass back to the apartment and making u bounce on her strap and –

who said that. n e wayz, i want some of those cross-over shorts n the flare leggings so so bad they're so cute

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut

[nininearie]

fun games for age regressors ! :3

one of my fave things to do when i’m little and can’t chat wif my cg is to play cozy games ! i recommended some in my last post, but here’s a fuller list of the ones i recommend :]

good pizza, great pizza (mobile/switch/windows/macOS)

this game is so cute ! u run ur own pizza shop and try ur best to make all ur customers happi :D u can upgrade and decorate ur shop too so u can beat ur competing pizza rival,, alicante ! >:3

like a dino (mobile)

u play as a dino in this cute little rhythm? musical game ! its simple and cute and very addicting ^_^

pokemon cafe remix (mobile/switch)

own ur very own pokemon cafe and serve cute pokemon by playing a puzzle game ! when u make enough of the same pokemon happi, they can work for u in the cafe !

kitty craft cat simulator 2017 (mobile)

i don’t remember why i downloaded this game but im so happi i did,, the grahics are pretty poor quality but its rlly fun u can play as a cat (w friends if u want, theres a multiplayer mode) and try ur best to complete the goals !

minecraft (mobile & all consoles)

this game isn’t free but its worth the investment ! u can play in creative and just build whatever u want while listening to the pretti music ^_^

lily story (mobile)

such a cute dress up game ! i like making me and my cg in it :D

sunshine days (mobile)

in this game, its up to u to restore this little town ! u can design ur character, build and decorate ur house as u wish, explore the town, and make friends with the cute characters !

happy pet story (mobile)

in this game u can raise a little virtual pet and give it cute outfits, play mini games, and decorate ur home ! its rlly cute !!

cozy grove (apple arcade/pc/xbox/playstation/switch)

youre a camper on this haunted island ! its up to u to help out the local ghosts to bring joy back to cozy grove !

ooblets (switch/pc/xbox)

u arrive at a new town to meet creatures called ooblets ! similarly to sunshine days, you can decorate and design ur house to ur liking, explore the town, and u can dance battle with your ooblets ! very cute game

hello kitty lunchbox (mobile)

super simple and cute game where u make cute meals like sandwiches to get fun lunchbox shapes and fun stickers !

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those are all the games i usually play during my tinie time !! hopefully u end up playing some of these games too, i’d luv to have friends dat play da same games ! :D

#age regression #age regressor #agere #agere positivity #sfw agere #agere friends #safe agere #agere blog #agere little #agere community #agere activities #age regression activities #agere crafts #agere post #agere games #agere tips #agere textpost #sfw little blog #sfw little stuff

[nervousgardenerkid]

first off: Tears for fears was AMAZING!! I can’t wait for part 4! i’m so excited to find out what happens.

in the meantime, could you maybe write something loosely based on the song “scotty doesn’t know”? like, reader is best friends with steve but he doesn’t know that reader and eddie ‘do it in his van every sunday’? and when he finally finds out he’s absolutely pissed off. but not because they’re doing it but because no one bothered to tell him?! thank you xx

Stevie doesn't know

a/n: ahh i'm so glad you liked tears for fears🥺if you want you can send me a dm so i can make sure ur on the tag list for the last chapter!! also,,,scotty doesn't know is my SHIT!!! i love that song sm and i'm so glad you came to me with this idea😭i took my own little twist on it bc i'm a sucker for being fought over so slay! i hope you like this anon and credit to the gif owner! <3

read part two here!

warnings: unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap ur tool), mentions of weed (i luv u weed), eddie being a little mean and having some dom vibes?? i can't remember tbh i think that's all

Eddie Munson was an absolute menace. It goes without saying, but he and Steve have always had this little unspoken battle on who's better. Maybe it started when Dustin became friends with the older metal head, or maybe it was when Steve learned about your and Eddie's history.

“Wait, so you dated Eddie?!”

You took a sip from your water bottle and focused on the textbook in front of you.

“No, we didn't date. I’d just buy weed from him and instead of paying him, we’d bang.”

He’d ask tons of questions about it, unsure of how he should feel knowing you're both still really close. Luckily for you, you were a great liar. The guilt would eat you away whenever Steve did sweet things for you. Like last week when he saw a bouquet and bought them just because he thought you'd like them, but fuck was Eddie Munson a goddamn great lay. The lines between your and Steve’s friendship were blurry. Some days you'd act like a happily married couple, other days you could both gag from each other's affection and cute nicknames.

Once Steve learns about you and Eddie he's hesitant to leave you alone with him. Steve has wanted you the second he's laid his eyes on you, but he's not the best when it comes to asking out girls let alone asking you out. With that being said, he trusts you, it's Eddie he doesn't trust. The flirting, the cute nicknames, the glances never stopped when Steve made it clear that he had a crush on you and planned on asking you out, it always had him on edge and Eddie loved it. Weeks go by and you skip down the stairs of Steve’s house blowing him a kiss goodbye.

“Hey, call me when you get home, okay?”

“I will Harrington, don't worry about me.”

He walks you to your car, palms sweating as he decides that today is the day. Today, Steve Harrington plans on asking you to have dinner with him at Enzo’s. He's rehearsed it so many times in the restroom mirror that he could recite the question in his sleep.

Okay, Steve, he thinks to himself. Just ask the question.

“Thanks for walking me to my car Steve, you didn't have to do that.”

Steve smiles and opens the door for you. “I don't mind, just being a gentleman.” Ask her Steve.

You giggle and get into the car, putting the key in the ignition and starting it.

“Bye Steve! I'll see you later.”

Ask her! It's just six words, Steve! Do you want to get dinner? It's not that hard!

“Bye! Drive safe.”

He waves goodbye from his driveway and groans loudly once your tail lights are out of sight.

“Nice going, you blew it.”

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You never called Steve. As soon as you got home you saw Eddie was parked in your driveway and you couldn't ignore the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach or the smile that crept onto your face.

“Hi, Eddie.” you giggled out while walking toward him.

Eddie smiles and leans against the van. As soon as you're within arms reach he pulls you in by the waist and kisses your forehead.

“Hey, there pretty girl.” He lets out a low whistle when he sees your outfit. It's nothing special, just Steve’s sweater paired with your favorite pleated skirt. He raises his hand and twirls you around, biting his lower lip when your skirt lifts a bit.

“Where were you dressed all pretty like this?”

You blush and roll your eyes.

“With Stevie, it was nice out so I went over to his house for a swim. Well, I lied. I actually wanted to watch a movie but we somehow got outside and found ourselves in the pool.”

Eddie lets out a tsk and grabs the bright yellow sweater between his fingers.

“I've never seen this sweater on you, is it new?” He knew the answer already. It's not your sweater, but it is now. Eddie knows all too well that you have sticky fingers when it comes to clothes that didn't belong to you.

You shake your head. “It’s Steve's, I spilled cherry soda on my shirt so he offered me the sweater while he cleaned it.”

“Pretty,” he mumbles. His hands drop down to your thighs, going under your skirt just a little bit. He lets out a chuckle when he hears you take a sharp breath in. “You have something for me?” he whispers.

“H-huh?” you mumble while looking at him with a dazed look.

He smiles and rests a hand on your cheek. “Haven't done a damn thing and you already look so fucked out.”

“You're mean.”

“Yeah, but you like that don't you pretty girl?”

He's an absolute menace, but he's also 100% correct.

“Wanna take me to your room?”

That's how you find yourself on top of Eddie with his hands roughly holding onto your hips. There are going to be bruises in the shape of his fingertips, but you don't care. You love the marks he leaves on you.

“Look so fucking pretty like this baby.” he grunts out. “So perfect for me.”

You whine out and wipe at the sweat that's dancing on your forehead with the back of your hand.

“‘M hot Eddie,” you start to tug at the sweater but his hands stop you.

“I know baby, keep the sweater on,” he smirks at you. You've kept clothes on when having sex, they're usually your skirts though never the tops. This is different though. You're wearing Steve’s sweater. This is a sweater you plan on returning which means Steve is going to be wearing the sweater Eddie fucked you in. Eddie hasn't decided if he’ll even hint at what activities were done while you wore the annoying, brightly colored sweater.

Eddie’s thrusts stop causing you to whine, but the phone has rung three times now and it's getting on Eddie's nerves.

He picks up the phone by your nightstand and smirks when he hears a familiar voice.

“Y/n! Hey, I was just checking to see if you made it home. You never called so…yeah.”

“Sorry, Stevie,” Eddie grunted out. “Y/n is a bit…full right now.”

Eddie roughly thrusts up into you, smirking when you throw your hands over your mouth to keep quiet.

“Oh, did you like…take her out to eat?”

Eddie chuckles. “Yeah. S-something like that.” Eddie’s thrusts are getting sloppy, but he slows down when he has a bright idea.

“Actually, she's right here if you want to talk to her.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, but Eddie is already handing you the phone.

“Make one little noise and I promise you I won't be letting you finish tonight,” he whispers before putting the phone to your ear.

He's so evil but fuck, you love it.

“H-hello?”

“Y/n hey! I'm guessing you made it home safe?”

You hum and look down at Eddie, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his mouth is attached to your nipple.

“That's good! So listen, I have a question to ask you.”

You loved listening to Steve. You could do it all day, but right now you really wish he'd hang up the phone.

Eddie’s hand falls to your clit and starts rubbing in fast circles. He smiles when you let out a whimper and hears Steve ask if everything is okay.

“Tell him, baby,” Eddie whispers in your ear. “Tell him who's fucking you so good.”

You shake your head and clear your throat.

“J-just some food poisoning I think. My stomach h-hurts.”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head when Steve takes the lie.

“So listen,” Steve says while clearing his throat. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to Enzo’s? We could get some breadsticks and pasta, maybe watch a movie after depending on the time?”

It takes everything in Eddie for him to not grab the phone and slam it on the receiver. His thrusts get rougher and you're beginning to worry Steve can hear the bed creaking.

“H-huh? W-when- fuck.” you moan out. You pull the phone away from you just a little bit and hide your face in the crook of Eddie's neck.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to come over and take you to the doctor?”

Eddie grabs your face with one hand and makes you look at him.

“Yeah, you want him to come over, baby? Want him to see how fuck you properly? Who knows, maybe he'll even want to join.”

The phone is face down on the bed and you smash your lips against Eddie's, moaning against his. He pulls away and grabs the phone, putting it back to your ear.

“Answer him, baby.”

You shake your head. You don't trust your voice right now. Eddie is fucking you and he fucking you good, and truth be told you don't even remember what Steve asked you.

“Look at you, too fucked out to even answer him. Do you want my help?”

You nod your head.

“I need to hear you, baby. Or are you too stupid to even talk?”

Your hips are moving to meet his thrusts as you whimper for Eddie to help you.

“Hello? Y/n, are you okay?”

Eddie smirks and nods his head. “Tell him you're okay. I'm taking care of you.”

You have a shaky breath.

“Y-yeah! Eddie is taking care of me.”

“Are you sure he is? You were gone for a while.”

You nod your head only to realize that he can't see you. “Yeah! H-he’s taking such good care of me.”

Eddie kisses down your neck making sure to leave some marks here and there.

“Oh, okay. So um, about Enzo’s?”

Fuck. That's what he was asking. You look to Eddie with pleading eyes as the knot in your abdomen begins to tighten.

“Tell him yes. Tell him how you’d love to go with him.”

Eddie leans back and grabs onto your hips. You know what's coming, it's going to be you if he's doing what you think he's going to do. Your grip on the phone tightens when Eddie starts slamming into you.

“W-what day?”

“Tomorrow? If that's okay with you!”

Eddie’s hand finds your clit again and he curses under his breath when he feels you clench around him. He smirks knowing you're close and doesn't do anything to slow down his movements.

Yesyesyesyesyes. “Yeah! I'd love to!” You squeal out.

“Really? I mean, cool! Cool, yeah. Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow?”

“Mhm! F-fuck I'll see you t-tomorrow. Bye, Steve!”

You don't even give him the chance to say goodbye before you hang the phone up and let out all the noises you've been holding back.

What you and Eddie didn't know was that Steve knew what was happening on the other side of the phone. He knew the moment Eddie picked up the phone that he was the reason why you never got to call him. He may have been born at night, but he wasn’t born last night. Steve chuckles and shakes his head, he's a little upset about the call but he has no control over you.

“Game on, Munson,” he mumbled to himself.

The next day comes by faster than Eddie would like and he's following you around your room while you get ready for your date with Steve.

“Are you really going out with him?”

You try your best to cover the marks Eddie left on your neck.

“Yes I'm going Eddie!” you chuckle out. “You were the one who told me to say yes.”

He lets out a whine and wraps his arms around you.

“I didn't think you were actually going! If I knew you were serious I would've fucked you a little harder that way you couldn't walk to his car.”

At the mention of Steve, you hear his car pull into your driveway.

“My chariot awaits me. Behave yourself when I open that door, Eddie!”

Eddie rolls his eyes and mocks you under his breath. He sees the way you smile at Steve and how happy you look when he hands you the flowers he's picked for you. You step aside to let him in, turning toward Eddie and mouthing behave while you find a vase for the flowers.

Eddie smirks when he sees Steve stiffen at the sight of him.

“Hey, Harrington.”

“Munson.” Steve said while nodding his head at him.

“So, where are you taking my girl tonight?”

Steve chuckled and pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

“You know, you're saying she's your girl, but who's she going out on a date with?”

Eddie nodded his head and smiled. “Fair enough, but who's di-”

“OKAY!” You interrupted with an awkward chuckle. “Well, it's getting late so Steve and I should start heading out.”

Eddie smiles and waves goodbye to you both, but he stops Steve before he can leave the house.

“Don't forget your sweater, Stevie.”

Steve looks down at the sweater in Eddie’s hands and smiles.

“It's hers now, if anything I'll pick it up when I drop her off tomorrow morning.”

Eddie watches you and Steve drive off with only one thing running through his mind. If Steve Harrington wants a war, then a war he shall have.

“Game on, Harrington.” Eddie says with a chuckle. “Game. On.”

#stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

[gingeraleluke]

hi mads ! ! i hope you are doin' well ^^

if it's okay can i request a fic (for vinnie) where the reader is feeling exceptionally lonely and burnt out,, like she had a fallout with her best friend and at the same time she feels as if in every relationship in her life she's giving her 100% but she isnt receiving the same (if that makes sense!! also i'd really appreciate if they're alr dating in the fic <3) and j kinda angsty but w fluffy ending :)

ive been feeling vv lonely lately and had a fallout w my best friend who i held dearly so i'd really appreciate if u could write this for me ! ! i understand if u can't tho

i adore ur writing btw it always makes my day 100 times better ! ! mwah i luv u have a great day <3

𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie’s girlfriend has a hard time feeling his presence.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: kinda angsty, but also very fluffy, like one swear word, vinnie cheering his girl up and reassuring her, broken heart from a friendship, reader is sad and lonely:(

𝗔/��: i have never related so much to something in my life and i just knew how much i would have loved to have someone write about it like this for me so hopefully you enjoy this!! as someone who is always giving their all and receiving little in return, i 100% know the feeling. just remember that people like us are special and that everything works out in the end <3 ily PS: i made reader an influencer in this hope you don’t mind lol

y/b/f/n: your best friend’s name

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you weren’t quite sure what was wrong with you.

you had assumed that you were lacking something in the basic human needs department and that that was why you constantly found yourself chasing after everyone.

maybe you were just…boring?

but, no, that can’t be it. how can a girl with thousands of followers be boring? yet, how can a girl with thousands of followers feel so alone at the same time?

these were the questions that constantly spewed from your head, spinning a web of uncertainty that you would get tangled in and no one could pull you out of it.

“pass me my towel, sweet girl.”

not even your boyfriend.

“sweetheart?”

“hmm?” you broke from your daze, looking at the boy who was calling your name and mentally trying to figure out how long you were zoned out for.

“my towel.”

he was on the edge of the pool, the upper half of his body on display while the lower half was still submerged in water. his arms were flexing as he held his body up, lifting himself halfway out of the water.

“oh.” you lifted your chin from your palm and leaned over to grab the green towel, walking to the side of the pool and handing it to vinnie.

“thank you.” he muttered, the water splashing as he pulled himself up and out of the pool— not even bothering to use the stairs.

it was the first time in a while that you two got some alone time. vinnie living at the hype house made it quite difficult at times, and being super introverted, you always hated going around there. sure, you were a social media star, but you hated the constant cameras and chaos that came with the house. you much rather preferred having vinnie stop by your apartment instead, but since no one was at the house, you let it slide.

he noticed how as soon as you gave him the towel, you immediately dropped back down to your seat, chin in your hand and your phone laid beside you, anxiously bouncing your leg. you wouldn’t even look at him, and would instead just drift out into space, your gaze falling on whatever was in your way.

you weren’t really present.

vinnie momentarily wrapped the towel around his head to absorb the water from his hair before draping it around his hips, drops falling from his hair as he stepped forward.

“did you know that zac effron was in ‘the greatest showman’?” vinnie asked, watching as his girlfriend hummed an absent reply. “yeah, i saw a preview of it and i didn’t even know he was like still acting..”

sometimes when vinnie didn’t know exactly what to say, he’d fill the silence with whatever random thought he could find.

“mm.” you stayed zoned out, your brain analyzing every little thing you ever did and judging yourself for not doing it differently.

“sweetheart…”

“mm.”

huffing, he walked in front of you, squatting down so he was at your level. your brain immediately shut up as soon as his face appeared before yours.

“huh?” you asked again.

“sweetheart, you’re out of it.” vinnie stated, his hands on both of your knees to balance himself.

“i-i know, i’m sorry..” you weren’t sure where to look so you decided to focus your gaze on his earring, wanting to zone out once again and avoid all confrontation possible.

“is it y/b/f/n?” he questioned, already knowing your answer.

“yeah…”

“she still hasn’t answered you, huh?”

“nope.” you spoke, frowning and popping the ‘p’.

“well..” vinnie reached over and grabbed your phone, holding it up out of your reach.

“hey—“

“you don’t need this right now, okay? it’s only gonna make things worse, trust me. i know it’s hard, but it’s gonna be right here with me, okay? i’ll take good care of it and you can get it back later, alright?” he grabbed your shoulder, making you look at him.

“alright?”

you groaned a reply, standing up before him.

“good girl, now let’s go.” vinnie held onto your wrist, dragging you behind him and into the house.

“go where?”

“go cuddle, duh.”

you’re stomach erupted into millions of butterflies from his words and yet you still felt empty inside. “you sure, vin?”

“yes, sweet girl. let me just dry off.”

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“okay, baby. i’m all yours.” vinnie grunted, jumping into his bed beside you. his eyes danced down to your outfit.

“y/n, what are you wearin—take it off.”

“huh?”

“here.” he tore off his shirt, leaving his chest bare again and threw it at you. “strip and put this on. it’ll be more comfy.”

“but, vinnie, it’s 2pm..”

“so? no one’s gonna bother us, trust me, and there’s nothing that needs to be done right now, y/n. just come here and get comfy.”

“okay.” you muttered, tearing off your clothes while your boyfriend laid behind you patiently. once his shirt was hugging your body, you plopped down beside him.

“there’s my sweet girl. see how much better this is?”

“mm.” you hummed, clinging to him immediately and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“do you wanna talk about it baby?”

“i don’t know, i just…i need you.”

“i’m right here baby.” he chuckled, holding you closer.

“i know, i just…everything feels really out of reach right now.”

“how so?” he asked, swirling shapes with his fingers on your arm.

“i don’t know, i just… i miss y/b/f/n. she was the only person who i really felt loved by, other than you of course, and…i don’t know, i feel like people don’t care about me the way i care about them. like, i know it may sound stupid but, i just feel like no one really….wants me. like i’m always used by people and yet whenever i want something in return, i’m the bad guy.”

“you aren’t though and everyone feels like that.”

“yeah, but, i’m just so used to constantly giving my all to people and always getting nothing in return and it just really fucking sucks..”

“i’m sorry, pretty girl. i wish everyone was smarter and knew how special you are…because you are, you’re really dope. like….10/10 in everything, i promise.” his voice was soft and he left a small kiss beside your eye once he finished talking.

“you’re my boyfriend, you have to say that.”

“no, sweet girl, i mean it, okay? look, i’m sure everything with y/b/f/n is gonna work itself out, so don’t drain yourself over it. everything is gonna be okay y/n, i promise, and you aren’t stupid for feeling like this. a lot of people do, including me.”

“i’m just so tired…like…i don’t know, i need a break.”

“i know, baby, come here.” he rolled you over so that you could lay against his chest. “i’m all yours right now, okay y/n? we can watch whatever you want, it’s your choice.”

you nodded happily, grabbing the remote and turning on your favorite show, happy to have your boyfriend there beside you.

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@radioblah-blah @eilishbby @lolalee24

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker angst

[gingerjolover]

continuing with my thots as requested….

pretty sure it’s the gay gay horny horny cigarettes ep of gayotic (could be wrong) but naomi mentions being like a stone top…

i’m just thinking like… calling them daddy while they smush my head into the pillow and smack my ass and split me apart with their strap 😁😁

and i just know they’d be a munch. like in the sheets yes but also in the streets. when they’re not lovin on u they’re running around to get u what u ask for in a heartbeat. they’d kiss your hand when you say goodbye & shit like that, not afraid to be corny and silly.

i feel like they’d do a fuckass british accent and say some shit like “i bid you adieu” like, they’re kind of a loser (i luv it)

the amount of money they spend on u is criminal. they’re basically to sponsor of your shopping sprees. and they obviously want a try-on haul after. i can imagine them sneaking off during your hyper-focused haze of being in target (i have adhd) to buy some expansive ass italian lingerie u wouldn’t let them buy in front of you, and surprising u with it at the end of ur haul.

headcannon! their favorite pet name for u is baby (i’m projecting shh)

semi-ironically (it gets less ironic everytime they say it) they call u schmookums. i will not elaborate. thank u for attending my ted talk

mama g, i humbly request to be 🍒 anon

gimme a sec to process....

first off, welcome baby! everyone say hello to cherry anon 🍒🥳

second, you need to lock me uP

(sometimes i feel like a baby gay because i have to look up kinky terminology ignore me)

i (ginger) canonically write mainly soft!gf, i'm not SAYING she's a pillow princess okay? i didn't SAY that, BUT soft!gf with naomi (esp) is very casual dominance in like everyday relationship, just has her shit together and naomi really looks to her for grounding. but in hc with soft!gf, yes, naomi is a stone top and i am not opposed to writing a fic with your scenario because it would be ON BRAND kay? naomi is daddy. period. no discussion. absolutely canon.

i have only written for them twice but i agree with everything you have written (and so beautifully might i add) they love you so hard it's criminal, like bouncing around you and making sure you're taken care of while you're staring at all of the different gel pens for 20 mins (may or may not have happened to me today in target) (i also have adhd <3)

the lingerie scenario made me take a puff of my inhaler because obviously they want a fashion show and then obviously, they are going to fuck the living daylights out of you while you're wearing it :)

baby is a good one! you are their baby so makes perfect sense! (in my fic yesterday i have hc that naomi LOVES to be babied on the dl, when they aren't feeling great you call them baby)

schmookums sends me to the moon tbh

#🍒 anon cutie #gingy talks TOO MUCH #we love naomi in this house #naomi mcpherson x reader #naomi mcpherson blurb

[sungbeam]

AHH REQUESTS OPEN?? omgomg OK could you perhaps write an angsty yeonjun friends to lovers drabble with a happy ending <//3 like reader and jun are best friends but one night they kiss and either reader or yeonjun completely freaks out over it and starts avoiding the other until they realize they’re in love w the other and need each other SORRY IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE ANGSTY FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE😩😩😩 anyways if you decide to write this, please don’t rush yourself and take all the time you need duckie!!! have a good day 🤍🤍

𝗶𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝗲

choi yeonjun x gn!reader

2.5k words (sorry I KNOW i said 2k max but how can i not y'all), angst, fluff in the beginning if u squint, bffs2l, kithing, idk why but they cry at the end, barely proofread

a/n: nana !! thank u so much for ur request, my luv ^_^ i loved writing it sm i'm so honored to write u an angsty yeonjun fic <3 took much inspo from the vibes of "it kills me" by dxmentia and keshi so yeah (_ _;)

"Ow."

Choi Yeonjun clicked his tongue, his lips pursing into a cooing pout. "Sorry, honey."

You suppressed your wince and prayed to god he couldn't see your pink-dusted cheeks. Or at least, maybe he would think it was from all the pain coming from your recently pierced ears. No matter how gentle Yeonjun was (and trust that he was incredibly gentle with you), the rubbing alcohol would simply never cease to bring you great pain as it rid your piercings of bacteria and infection. "It's okay. Not your fault. It just kinda hurt."

"You're doing really well," he murmured under his breath. He was so close to you that you could feel his body heat, but he had claimed he had to be so close because the bathroom light was so dim and because he didn't want to miss any blood. Then came his constant praises as he helped you through the process, "It looks good so far, Yn-ie."

You sighed in relief as he stepped away and tossed the soiled cotton swab into the trash. "Does it?" You peered into the mirror and took a peek at your reddened earlobes, studded in sterling silver earrings. 

Yeonjun appeared beside you again and nodded his head. He had even swapped his main earrings to match your studs. Your best friend currently boasted a whopping five piercings, and he'd even thought of an eyebrow piercing at one point. But, as you stared at his pretty, sculpted face, you realized how much you appreciated his decision to only get an eyebrow slit. 

Only. Tch. As if it was something small. It amazed you how attractive such a little thing could be on a person, but you also couldn't help but admit that everything about your best friend was attractive. Even in the dim, cruddy light of his bathroom, he somehow glowed like a sculpture under display lights. 

Yeonjun caught your eyes in the mirror—smiled. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he leaned against the wall next to the door. You wished he hadn't folded his arms across his chest, because now, all you saw were his arms. And his chest. And his smile. And his— "You should get an upper cartilage piercing on your left side," he suggested mindlessly, eyes intent on your face. "Like mine."

You leaned your hip against the bathroom counter. "Okay, slow down, mister. Let's make sure these ones are successful first." You gestured to the studs in your earlobes now. 

He pushed off the wall and stepped into your space, teeth capturing his bottom lip. "It'll be fine," he said with a roll of his eyes. He raised his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. He was so close again. 

"Didn't your second ones almost get infected, like, four times?"

He deadpanned, and you giggled, head tilting back slightly. 

Oh, if only you'd seen the stars in his eyes whenever he watched you laugh. It made his heart palpitate whenever he made you happy. (He just wished he could make you even happier.)

Yeonjun snapped out from his daze, clearing his throat. It was wrong to have feelings for you like he did, wasn't it? But what about all of your lingering stares? Did they mean anything like his did? "Laugh all you want, but they're still here, aren't they?"

You sobered into a wide grin. "Okay, okay. Whatever." You placed your palms on his chest and gave him a light push out of the bathroom door. "Now, out! I gotta do my things."

Yeonjun's bottom lip jutted out. "Aww, why can't I just do my night things while you do your night things?"

"Because you always insist on brushing each other's teeth?"

"It's not that weird."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, yes it is that weird, Jun." 

You stepped out of the bathroom for a moment, intent on going to grab something from your overnight bag. What you hadn't anticipated was the slight lift in the carpeting; you swore it hadn't been there before. Your foot hooked onto the crevice and your eyes widened as you were sent flying. 

Yeonjun's instincts caught you, and your body hit his with an "oomf" falling from his lips. The both of you landed in a heap on the floor, but he had broken your fall, your body parallel over him. Your noses brushed, your hair fell over his forehead. 

His eyelashes fluttered and he licked his lips with his eyes darting between your eyes and your mouth. "Yn…" he murmured, and you felt the delicate, but hesitant touch of his hand smoothing the hair on the back of your head. 

He coaxed you down to him, his head lifting slightly to meet your lips. 

You wondered if the heartbeat pulsing like a bass drum was yours or his or both of yours—your chests were pressed together like glue, sandwiched together and clinging to dear life. Yeonjun's head hit the carpet, and his fingers threaded in your hair, a small content hum spilling into your mouth. 

That woke you up. 

You rocketed off of him, quite literally scrambled away. 

He seemed to realize the same thing when you noticed how wide his eyes had gotten. Yeonjun sat against his bed, his gaze settled on you as he waited with bated breath for your next move. 

"I'm sorry," you choked out and fumbled to your feet. In a daze, you hurriedly grabbed your overnight bag from the foot of his bed. 

"Yn—wait, Yn!" Yeonjun could only sit there and reach for you helplessly as you swept yourself out of his room, out of his apartment, as if you hadn't even been there in the first place. 

The kiss had been a mistake, you'd told your roommate Yeji. 

She had scoffed, and pressed, "You love him, Yn. That's what this is, isn't it?" But she'd drawn up a bath and put on a movie for you to make you feel better anyway.

You could hear the exasperation in her voice, but you didn't need her to tell you that to know. Harboring feelings like this for Yeonjun was always difficult when you spent so much time in his presence, hearing about his day, feeling his affectionate gestures, dealing with your heart skipping every time he did something as small as open the door for you. No, you definitely did not need Yeji to tell you that you were in love with him.

There was this certain uneasiness about you the next few days. The hair on the back of your neck was constantly standing up; you always felt colder, emptier, even with the fan off and sunlight streaming through the windows. There was something so miserable about having no notifications from your best friend, especially since a part of you hoped that you had dreamt the kiss and that it truly had been all your imagination. 

But reality slammed back into you on Saturday morning. 

Early Saturday morning grocery shopping had always been something that you and Yeonjun did together, but as you stood in the self check-out lane, mindlessly scanning your items and placing them in the bagging area, you tried imagining doing this all over again next week—alone. 

The lane next to you opened up, and you had the sudden urge to look up. 

Yours and Yeonjun's eyes met at once, a clashing of waves against a cliff face, the memory of that night resurfacing and lingering. He was swaddled in a hoodie with his dark hair hanging in his eyes, and you wondered if he'd lost sleep over that night like you had. Or maybe you were being dramatic, but you feared what came next. 

"Hey," he said first, then abruptly cleared his throat. 

You set a head of lettuce onto the scanner to be weighed. "Hi." 

You went quiet when, after you'd moved the lettuce, Yeonjun stepped over and lifted the large carton of mangoes from the counter for you so you could scan it. He set the mangoes down in your shopping cart, and you continued on like clockwork. You hadn't asked, and you never needed to ask with him, and thus, you were left at a crossroads now. (How did one ask their best friend if they loved them back in a way that best friends shouldn't?)

Yeonjun went back to his own station and started checking out his selected items, while you pulled your wallet out to pay for yours. 

"Thank you for the help," you murmured beneath the sound of the chirping register.

He bobbed his head, swallowed. "No problem." 

And then you were ready to leave—your items were bagged up and loaded into the cart, you'd grabbed your receipt from the printer—but you lingered still. Because he wasn't done yet. 

You bit your lip and drummed your fingers along the handle of your cart. Yeji's voice urging you to just tell him echoed in your mind, over and over again. When you opened your mouth to say something, he beat you to it. 

"Your, uhm, piercing might be infected."

You blinked, then turned to him. Out of all the things he could've said… maybe you were hopeless. "Is it?" You twisted the urge to reach up and touch your piercings, and though you'd tried to clean them out these past few days like he showed you, perhaps you had missed a few spots. 

Yeonjun hoisted the bags from his counter and walked out with you toward the exit. "It's a little red. I—" he stopped himself, hesitated. "Did you want to come over tonight?"

"Jun…"

He stopped to face you, and there in his expression, you saw the lines of desperation. This wasn't about the piercing or the infection. "I just wanna make sure you're okay." 

And dear god, if you didn't want to make sure he was, too. 

It was just a kiss, right? 

You had been weighing the pros and cons of—well, whatever was going to happen next. It was less of pros and cons, and more of convincing yourself that you hadn't just ruined one of the relationships you cherished most in your life. Because when you realized that you full-blown, head-over-heels, oh-good-lord loved Choi Yeonjun… man, did the world cave in. 

You inhaled deeply before slotting your copy of his apartment key into the lock and letting yourself in. The smell of spices and the crackling sound of sizzles erupted into your senses as you closed the door behind you. Just to your left, Yeonjun stood at the stove with his back to you, laboring over a pan of what you could guess was fried rice. He knocked the plastic spatula along the rim of the pan and set it down on the counter. 

"Hey," he said over his shoulder while he shut off the hood range's fan. "Thanks for coming."

You nodded and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Thanks for having me." You didn't know what to do, where to sit, how to exist in this space for some reason. 

Yeonjun walked toward you and rested his hand between your shoulder blades. "Let's take a look at your ears, hm?"

Of course, you wanted to say. Of course he would worry about you first. 

The bathroom light was dim as it flickered on. The bottle of isopropyl had been sitting untouched in the corner of the medicine cabinet, and Yeonjun pulled it out and dipped the tip of a cotton swab into the clear liquid. His touch was gentle as the alcohol bit its way into the earring hole, cleaning out any of the build up that might have accumulated there. 

You stared at the counter, your neck and head tilted to give him easy access so that he could see in the dim lighting. You wondered if the reason why he hovered a little farther away this time was because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. 

When he had finished cleaning up your piercings and confirmed that it wasn't infected just yet, you found yourself sitting across from him at his small table in the kitchen. Yeonjun set a bowl of fried rice in front of you, and you murmured out a small thank you. The steam rose to meet your face and you realized that the smell of the food he always made you had your body relaxing. Home-cooked meals were things that either you, Yeonjun, or the both of you made for each other—and with that in mind, you wondered once more, how could you think about a world without him around?

He settled in his seat, posture slumped, as he watched you take a bite. Then he picked up his spoon and picked at his own bowl. "Yn… are we cool?

Your spoon slowed on its way back into the bowl. When you looked at him, you found that he was waiting for your answer with a nervous sheen in his eyes. You set your spoon down to play with a stray thread on your jacket sleeve. "I think so."

"You think so," he echoed, but it sounded empty, as if he was uncertain if he heard you correctly. He scratched the side of his face, his jaw clenched in thought. "The—the kiss, Yn."

You inwardly winced. "Yeah."

He was fumbling for words. "I—I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or step over boundaries, and I… I totally get it if you hate me for it. I just thought that was…" His voice died, lost its confidence, as he met your gaze again. He whispered, "I just thought you liked me, too."

Oh, dear Lord. Did he just say too? Your head was spinning at how your heart thundered in your ribcage. "Jun, I don't just like you," you stammered. "I literally—I'm in love with you. And I could never hate you."

"But Yn, you just left—"

"I know," you cut in and your hands flew to your hair. "I'm sorry, Jun. I'm so sorry. I was just… I was just scared of what that might have meant, and I didn't wanna lose you." You heard your voice break at the lattermost words, and your vision was beginning to blur. 

Yeonjun's chair rattled against the floor as he clambered out of his seat, then rounded the table to get to you. He was shaking his head, hands grabbing your face in his warm palms, begging you to look at him. His eyes were lined in gold from the warm light of the kitchen reflecting off the tears pooling. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he rasped, kneeling before you. Both yours and his hands shook in the other's hold, lips quivering. "Christ, I thought I lost you, Yn."

You shook your head back and forth. "I love you," you repeated. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

His mouth pulled into a smile as he laughed through the tears now streaming down the slopes of his cheekbones. "Glad we're on the same page now."

He rose up a little to pull an extra chair closer to sit next to you. "I love you too, Yn," he promised, leaning toward you and ghosting his lips over yours. "I love you so much."

a/n: yeah,, , so that happened kdnfjd tbh i can't even tell if that was sad or not i can't even tell my own angst writing anymore T_T

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[spamgyu]

rating and how long i would date svt based on mine and their birth chart bc they the hell not

my sun: scorpio / my moon: aries

(disclaimer this is done in pure fun and based on my interactions/dating history with the signs— dont fight me)

seungcheol — sun: leo / moon: capricorn

7/10 - 9 months

we're both stubborn and tbh i'd probably want to put him in a box and shake it really hard 3 months into dating

also as a scorpio... i am possessive and god........ a leo wanting attention??? from everyone??? god i am not ur strongest soldier

we'd be good for a bit but im crazy so

jeonghan — sun: libra / moon: aquarius

2/10 - 1 week

1 week bc he'll get bored and get the ick

my scorpio ass would love bomb him and he'd be over it after a week

also libras are too independent and just do whatever they want and they run away when someone likes them back so yeah hard pass

joshua — sun: capricorn / moon: taurus

9/10 - honestly maybe a year??? if he wasn't resident ms. bitch maybe i'd marry him...

okay honestly..... caps and taurus are actually a great match for scorps

BUT i have such horrible experiences with capricorns who put their EVERRYTHING first over their significant others and taurus men who ARE SO STUBBORN so...... minus one point

not zodiac sign but he's an only child...... that's too much for me.

jun — sun: gemini / moon: aries

0/10 - 1 day

i would think he's cute and maybe i can get one flirty interaction in.... maybe

when it comes to romantic relationships i stay away from geminis... they are the worst.... AND WITH AN ARIES MOON??

baby ur fine as hell but i might actually throw up bc with my aries moon .... girl if we fight.... yeah no

hoshi — sun: gemini / moon: gemini

-1000000/10 - no

get this man away from me

wonwoo — sun: cancer / moon: leo

3/10 - 3 months

HAHAHAHA

that pretty face disguising how crazy he is

like first of all the worst water sign to ever exist

second of all..... stubborn, passive aggressive, holds grudges.......

it would be good for like 2 months and then we have a fight and it will be the same fight we'll have over and over again bye

we're literally too much alike with our rising except as a scorpio im not AS sensitive idk i think two water signs will just be a fucking mess

woozi — sun: sagittarius / moon: aries

2/10 - 1 month

not just a sag but a sag CUSP?? yeah no

he seems like a great guy friend but no thanks im good luv xoxo

i think we would date for like a month but both of us have horrible commitment issues so...............

seokmin — sun: aquarius / moon: cancer

7/10 - 2 years??

maybe he'll be like a really good match??

idk bc he's an aquarius and they have commitment issues too.... but that cancer moon..... i feel like it would cancel out?? bc cancers are commited??

out of all the signs i have never dated an aquarius but one of my guy friends is an aquarius and he stresses me tf out when it comes to his love life so idk man......

mingyu — sun: aries / moon: pisces

10/10 - married with two kids, a boy and a girl. we just put a downpayment for a house in the hills. we're doing great

i MAY be biased just bc he has a very similar chart to my bf and if u read backburner he uh... he's my easy love.

he's also very much similar to my bf and when i tell you we have only fought once since we started dating......

and idk our sun and moon are at complete opposite so ??? idk guys maybe i'll dm him

anyways....

minghao — sun: scorpio / moon: aquarius

8/10 - not a single chance

8 only bc we may not date but GOD i know he would be that guy i flirt with just for validation LMFAOOOOO

like he got the two signs with commitment issues i know it wont happen

i feel like he would be a fun situationship pure toxicity involved lmfaoooo

anyways that says a lot about me, a scorpio woman

seungkwan — sun: capricorn / moon: virgo

10/10 - probably married to him if he wasn't a top contender for the title of resident ms. bitch

out of all the charts.... i think relationship wise he would be v compatible with me..........

but also i love virgos so ???

but ,...... a capricorn???? idk same issues with shua, ms. bitch and all.

vernon — sun: aquarius / moon: scorpio

4/10 - not a single chance

the way his sun and moon is minghao's but reversed

he'd be fun to like flirt with maybe???? literally same as minghao but he won't be toxic... but also idk??? that scorp moon tells me otherwise

4 only bc i know he and i would be on each other's roster but never date

more of like yeah we kissed when we were drunk but eh...

dino — sun: aquarius / moon: leo

3/10 - no

not a single thing in common

.... at all

the way we wouldn't even look at each other

...... he's fine as hell but lmfaooooo no

we'd be friends who kinda flirt but only bc his sign is very warm to people and kind in general and scorps flirt for fun so i'd take his kindness and just run with it lksfdjsldfjkf

and his leo moon would love the attention but

yeah no.

#all this talk about astrological signs got me thinking #scorps are compatible with cancers but idk.... personally i cant stand cancers #im sorry wonwoo #spamthots

[kentopedia]

Maannn Rylie… I swear I’m not gonna bother much with JJK. I love the characters and still plan to write for em mainly but the manga just hurts in the wrong way 🫠 all my faves dead…. Getting back into TV shows and Kdramas anyway lol fave Kdrama rn is The Glory and Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo

If you have any recommendations for shows I’m all ears, plus I would loveee to know about some of your faves!

right?? 😭 i feel the same way. i love the characters but the manga is just so frustrating and i feel so unsatisfied :/ maybe if i understood the vision i would enjoy it but idk. i just want to know how it’s going to end sob.

omg same!! i’ve been getting back into tv, i haven’t watched much anime lately </3 i’ve only seen 2 kdramas (squid game & all of us are dead), so i will have to check these out!

ooh ok my favorite tv shows at the moment ! supernatural as u know teheh. and i’m so close to finishing breaking bad it’s sooo good idk if you’ve seen it! i’m planning on watching better call saul after when i’m done. and then the walking dead of course <3 i am a hugeee interview with the vampire fan (i luv the book & movie) so i’ve been watching the new show & it’s very very well done. i have been obsessed! i’m really riding amc rn w the recs 😭 but they have so many bangers. alice in borderland is another one of my favs!! it’s based off a manga so it’s a little crazy but super addicting. and the characters are great! OMG i’m also watching the boys (bc jensen is in it HAHA) and it’s soo good too. it’s kind of a lot sometimes though there’s some really dark themes, so just be aware of that. i also really enjoy the umbrella academy, it’s one of my favorites and its sooo funny. also if you like dark comedies, barry is really good and pretty short! i haven’t watched it in a while but i remember being addicted.

i watch a lot of tv LMAOOO so i have more recs if ur ever in need. i mostly like supernatural / dark / drama shows so idk if that’s to your taste but if so i would def recommend these! i’d love to hear ur favs as well, im always looking for recs tehe <3

#໒꒱ rylie's angels #xoxo . . . birdie

[cheesemonky]

my pookie mooties!!

@2minstan - where to start? one of my oldest friends, and I've literally had the most amazing times with you. i trust you with my life, and you'll prolly be the ring bearer at my wedding <3

@kailee08 - you're such a cutie and even tho you're a meanie :( you're an amazing person to talk to and you always leave amazing feedback on all my fics so yeah luv you bby <3 even if you're not writing anymore, you're so cool!!

@jinnie-ret - my first ever pookie and Im so grateful to u and kylei for introducing me to all these wonderful new people, and your fics are DELECTABLE I lub u :3

@yangbbokari - ur a swag lil kiddo but ur such a meanie LIKE IM NOT THAT OLD but I love you or whatever because you write so well and you're just a cute lil baby 💔 im gonna miss you so much, but im also so proud of you <3

@givemeabreakimbig28 - tall ass mf but <3 ur an amazing friend and proly knows a lot of my secrets but I trust you with them :)) luv u but I'll kill if u spill <3 stop looking at me like that btw, its literally scary asf man....

@hyunsvngs - mouth-watering fics and just... mwah, you're amazing and you only feed me more and more kinks to figure out. love u and the fact that your blog is a safe space <3

@beesspacedotorg - bonded over our shared husband Mr. Seungmin because y'all are both cuties are your first fic was AMAZING loved it so much bby <33

@atinyniki - NIKI I LOVE YOU like come give me a smooch alr??? you are such a sweet person and if I ever do meet u, I'm sure I'll love u as much as I alr do WE'LL PLAY VAL TGTH SOMEDAY :3

@michelle4eve - sweetest sweetie to ever sweetie, like I just saw u liking all my posts and was like ZAMN I didn't think I was that interesting but you're seemingly convinced otherwise <3 my little baby ilsym :>

@minholing - jenny ur such a sweet little thing and even though we live so far apart i love how well our talking times match up, iykwim?? but yeah, keep being the cutie you r <3 ill wait patiently for you to come back :)

@sona1800 - a new mootie of mine but so super duper fun to talk to and i really cant wait to see what you'll be writing in the future my love <3 great advice and i can talk to you almost all the time!!

honourable mentions!! @skzoologist and @writingforstraykids - i haven't gotten to know you guys very well, and we dont talk very much, but ik you guys are lovely people and i hope to be good friends with you in the future!!

#pookie mooties #moots #mutuals #<3

[annesstardustchords]

I'd Go Through it Again (If I Could Hold You For a Minute) - Part 1 / Simon “Ghost” Riley X Reader

hi babies! im so sorry ive been MIA lately, school is fucking me raw and I haven't been doing mentally well at all. that being said, yall deserve some good, angsty smut. luv u all <3 (smut will be in part 2)

(my mental slump may have slipped into this one a little bit...)

Description: Ghost had passed away; killed in action and DOA a couple months prior. You hadn't been handling it well. He was the love of your life, your rock, your muse; all of it. After one particularly bad day at work, you shuffle home in tears, but what you don't know is that there's a little surprise waiting inside for you...

CW: angst, fluff, sobbbbinnnnggg

TW: Mentions of death, suicide, self-harm (non-graphic)

READ WITH CAUTION!

MINORS DNI! I WILL TELL UR MOM!

Four months ago, you received the letter; he was gone - Fuck it, dead. No need to put it nicely.

The love of your life, torn from the warmth of this earth, from you, in a split second. A bullet the size of a pill had ripped through his chest, surpassing his heart and exiting through the thickened muscle of his back. How can something so small do such damage to someone as strong as him? How can something so small take a life? How could he be gone, just like that? How could he leave you?

Angry, intrusive questions swam around in your mind every second of every day; replaying the moment he was shot, the moment he took his last breath in your brain as if you were there. abut you weren’t. You could see it; his massive frame falling to the ground, suddenly appearing small as his eyes widened, and his breath stopped. It haunted you, knowing he was alone when it happened. Soap hadn't found him until hours after he'd passed. "DOA" the letter had read. Dead on fucking arrival. How long had he been there? You could've saved him, you think. You should've been there. But alas, you were deployed to another field, another team just days before. You couldn't protect him.

"Aye!" your superior calls out from behind you, "Head in the fuckin' game, soldier!"

You snap out of your thoughts, raising your gun to the practice target and firing without thinking. You were a great shot naturally, but not these days; your mind focused solely on Simon, your eyes fogged with his decrepit silhouette inside of his casket. It was open the day of the funeral; not your typical soldier send-off, but you had requested it. You hated what you saw when you looked inside that box. You had lifted the mask to ensure it really was him, and sure enough, it was. His scarred face, and tight-shut eyes. It haunts you everywhere you fucking go.

You hit the white plastic of the target, not even close to the drawn body of the thing. The Sergeant laughs from behind you and you toss your gun to the side, embarrassed and exhausted.

"Thank god this is just target practice, eh? You really did a number on 'em, probably killed em' with that fuckin' shot," he cackles as you walk past him and grab for the door handle, "Ay now, Soldier. Where do you think you're goin'?"

"Home, sir," you bluntly answered, too disappointed and spaced out to give a shit about your current ranking or the fucking novelty of the trade.

"You go home now, Soldier, and you're done," he barks, "You understand?"

"Yes, sir," you respond bluntly, swinging open the door and walking out with a huff.

You weren't one to disobey your orders. You weren't one to leave your post. You weren't one to quit. But, honest to god, if you had been put on the field the next day as planned, you would've thrown your un-armoured body against the first bullet shot.

Anything to see him again.

As you gathered your things from your locker and left the base, you could feel tears burning down your cheeks beneath your mask. You didn't sniffle, you didn't wipe them away. You didn't care. You just needed to be home. Being around this many guns, around a fucking armoury, couldn't be safe for you in this state. The morbid fascination you faced daily following Simon's death was nothing short of constant, but you were scared. What if he got into heaven, and you couldn't?

God, you just needed to go to bed.

You held your keys tight to your hand as you walked to the door of your apartment, the harsh metal breaking skin; not that you noticed, though. You turned the key and walked in, locking the door behind you and chucking your belongings onto the floor along with your shoes. You tore your mask from your face, and walked down the hall. As you made your way towards your bedroom, you noticed the familiar shine of your lamp seeping through the slightly ajar door.

Certain you hadn't left the light on yourself, much too weary of hydro costs, you quickly grabbed the gun from your safe. You hadn't even looked at the gun since that wretched day, untrusting in yourself and your thoughts, but with your job being what it was, you couldn't take any risks. You hold the gun tight to your side, slowly opening the door, and raising it to the dark figure sitting atop your bedsheets.

"Get the fuck out," you harshly whisper, "I don't have fucking time for this."

"Hi, darling," a familiar voice says as the figure turns his head.

Your heart nearly stops then. Your eyes meet the ghastly white of a skull mask, one you were all too accustomed to. You wrap your finger around the trigger, ready to end this sick joke immediately.

"I don't know who the fuck you are, or what the hell this is, but you need to go. Right fucking now," you bark, tightening your grip on the pistol.

"Y/N, please, put the gun down," the soft, British voice pleads.

"You're real fuckin' stupid if you think that's gonna happen."

You take a step inside the room, pressing the gun hard against his forehead as you take an unwavering breath.

"Make a move, and I swear to god, I will put a bullet in your brain," you mutter, "Who are you?"

"It's me, Y/N. I promise it's me," the man says, confident but composed, fully aware of the gun pressed between his eyebrows though seemingly unafraid of it.

"Is this some kind of sick joke? Hm? Putting a fucking widow through this?" you nearly yell as you press the barrel harder into his skull, causing him to wince, "You wanna beat me, interrogate me? Fucking fine, but this... this is sick. He's gone. I saw the body myself."

"Y/N, I-"

"Don't say my name," you snap, "Who fucking sent you, huh?"

"Love, please. Back up, let me take my mask off, yeah?" he asks, carefully lifting his hand to your wrist, tapping it gently in request.

"Don't fucking touch me. You're not him. God, when Price hears about this..." you dryly chuckle, trailing off when you notice a bump under one of his gloved fingers.

"Take your glove off," you demand, motioning your head towards it.

"Wha- I... Okay," he stammers, lifting both of his hands cautiously and removing both of the gloves. You grab his left hand, tugging off the band prominently placed on his ring finger. You raise it to your face, your other hand still firmly holding the gun to his head.

"Y/N L/N, in combat and in devotion," read the inside of the ring, matching the words circling the ring placed on your left hand in similarity.

"Where'd you get this?" you whispered, your once stern demeanour shifting into something much smaller; more pathetic.

"The pastor on our wedding day. Gaz got them made for us," he answers calmly.

You pull the gun off of him, raising your hands to your face and pressing your palms to your eyes as you turn around.

"What the fuck is going on?" you cry, hardly audible.

"Y/N, it's me. I'm so sorry," he whispers, shifting to stand.

"Sit the fuck down," you yell, "Take your mask off."

He nods, turning around to check the curtain is closed before gradually and carefully tucking two fingers under the hem of the mask, lifting it over his chin and nose.

You feel tears brim your lashes, slick to your under eyes as his mouth and nose come into view. It's like a b-roll as the mask is lifted higher and higher off his face; the scar on his right cheek, the dark war paint, his furrowed brows, his fluffy hair. He discards the mask, tossing it next to him and grabbing a makeup wipe from your bedside table to rid himself of the smeared paint around his blue eyes.

"See?" he says, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Your hands shake as they go to cover your mouth, holding in the deep wail threatening to pour from your lips as you sob. The man you loved so much, the man you fucking married, the man you buried just four months prior, was here; alive.

"Si," you whimper, throwing your full body weight onto him after placing the gun down, your thighs on either side of his hips as you wrap your arms so tight around his neck that he nearly chokes.

"Hi, Lovie," he whispers into your neck, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close to him. You take in everything; his scent, the feel of him so close to you, his scruff against your jaw. All of the things you swore you'd never get to feel again, tucked between your limp arms.

"How could you fucking do this to me?" you croak, your throat raw as you slam your weakened fists against his vest-clad chest.

"I know, I know, darling," he says, pulling away just far enough that he could see your eyes, lifting your chin to look at him before holding your face between his strong hands, "I had no choice. Trust me, I wanted to come back to you the second it happened."

"Then why didn't you? Do you know what I've been through? Do you know what it's like to watch the love of your life get fucking buried?"

"No, I don't," he sighs, "but I do know what it's like being dead to you, literally and metaphorically, and that's nothing I ever wish to relive."

"So why'd you do it then? I can't fucking live without you, I tried to fucking kill myself just to see you again, Simon," you accidentally admit, tears falling off your face and down your neck.

"Oh, my love," he sighs, worry adamant in his gruff features as he gently caresses your hair, "I wish I could've called, sent a letter, fucking anything. I'm so, so sorry I put you through this."

"Tell me what happened, Si. Tell me there was a good reason you faked it all."

"Two of the opposing had intel on you. They must have seen you without your mask, or someone let something slip; I'm not sure. I got cornered by two of their men, and they gave me an ultimatum; Either I take the bullet, or they tell all divisions outside of 141 your identity. Knowing your past with OpFor, I couldn't let that happen - couldn't risk your safety. Soap shot both of them before I could say anything," he explains, never breaking eye contact.

"So, they're both dead. Why did you have to-"

"There's more," he says, taking your hands in his, "There was only one other opposition out there who knew about you, and I couldn't come out of hiding until I was sure he was dead, so I faked my death under Price's orders to give us more time and to keep you safe. As long as this guy knew I was alive, he wouldn't have let it rest until he ruined you. This guy was good - stealthy, and stayed hidden. I knew you were safe as long as I was out of the picture, and that's all that mattered to me."

"Oh my god," you whimper, the tears seeming to be endless, "Please tell me you caught him? I can't risk losing you again."

"He's gone, baby. We caught him. I wouldn't have come back if I knew it could put you in jeopardy," he softly smiles, wiping your tears away with his thumb once more as you slowly smile.

"Si-" you choke out, a look of realization crossing your soft features.

"Yeah, love?" he asks, concerned.

"I'm so sorry, I-" you sob, unable to get the words out, choking on your own tears.

"Baby, baby. Shh," he coos, trying to stop you from hyperventilating, "What on earth are you apologizing for?"

"I was so angry at you. I- I was so mean. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have blamed you," you mutter, letting your forehead fall against his.

"Oh, my love. It's okay. I can't even imagine what you've been through over the last four months. I don't know what I'd ever do if I lost you," he admits, grabbing at the nape of your neck gently as his eyes flutter shut.

"It was hell. I walked out of target practice today. I can't even aim anymore. I don't think Sergeant is gonna let me back," you confess.

"He'll let you back, baby. Price and Soap both know what happened, and we've all got your back, okay?" he says, gently rubbing along the back of your head.

“I don’t even care if he does, I’m just- I only care about you; about you being here,” you softly smile, wrapping your arms tighter around him as you sniffle.

“There’s that pretty smile,” he whispers, “I missed that face of yours so much.”

“You can’t even begin to understand how much I missed you,” you say, gently kissing his soft lips, “I thought I’d never get to do that again.”

“‘M not goin’ anywhere baby. Never again,” he murmurs, kissing you back, “I couldn’t bare knowing how much I’ve hurt you again.”

“I love you, Simon,” you whisper, the words rolling off your tongue like an oath, like a god damn prayer.

“I love you, too.”

You know it’s more than just words; it’s a promise. He’s yours.

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[doyoujustnotwantto]

hey hey!!

how have you been?

How is ur outfit for the eras tour going?

hiiii I'm doing great<3 how r u doing? I have a math exam tomorrow tho- i haven't studied at all so I'm very very very anxious lol I'm learning integral...i don't like it:/ have u learnt it? it's too complicated for my brain

okay so my outfit making is going pretty well, i just need to hurry up asap😭 I'll show u the pic later.

i love how u check up on ur mutuals🥹 it's so sweet i might start doing that:))

luv u to the moon and to Saturn🌝

#<33 #emma