#i walk weirdly and people look at me and my knees always go out and im just AAAAAA

[6emo6zombie6]

RDR fem!relationship/sexual headcanons pt.2

Got some shower thoughts and had to write them down, this time for Charles, Javier, and Sadie. My last headcanons were received very well so I hope this one is as good! :)

Charles:

The sweetest and most gentle boyfriend ever. He’ll smile at you and blush whenever you walk into the room.

Enjoys taking you on long, calm horse rides. Usually, you end up cuddling on some beach or somewhere in a big field.

Loves when you play with his hair or swoop it over his shoulder so you can press kisses against his neck.

Always petting your head for some reason, whether you’re sitting in between his legs by the campfire or if you’re huddled in his cot together, he always seems to be petting your head.

Hand holding!!!!! This man will always hold your hand, he enjoys it especially if your hand is smaller than his (which, let’s be honest, it probably is).

Never stops smiling after you kiss him. It doesn’t matter if it’s a soft peck on his jaw or a long, passionate kiss, he just can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.

~~~

Very slow and gentle, he doesn’t see why sex should be rushed.

He tries to hide it, but he’s actually super needy. He can’t help but get hard quickly, even if you’re just making out.

Super into sleepy sex. He loves seeing you sleepy and needy for him, completely under his mercy as he fucks you gently. He doesn’t mind in the slightest if you wake him up and ask him if he can help you out.

“You’re too horny to sleep? Aw, baby, let me take care of that for you.”

Not specifically into public stuff, but the two of you undoubtedly have fucked around in the woods a couple of times.

Always too shy to make any noise at first, but you’ll have him groaning and whining as soon as he warms up to you.

Obsessed with your thighs. He’ll fuck them or have his head between them if he can.

Ashamed to admit that he likes some light bondage every now and then.  

Sadie:

It initially took her a while to warm up to you, even If she fell in love from the first time she laid eyes on you.

Always laughing at your jokes, there isn’t a second that she thinks you’re unfunny or boring.

She loves that little sparkle in your eyes when she gives you a gift, so she’ll make sure to get you a shiny new ring or necklace every so often.

Always showing you off. She’ll make a smooth comment on how amazing you look every so often, causing all of the people at camp to look at you.

Always takes you along to bars, her arm either around your shoulders or your waist to make sure you don’t get hurt.

Offended by people who assume the two of you are just friends, you’re her girlfriend and everyone needs to know.

Definitely beats people up if they try to either flirt with or annoy you.

Loves it when you get clingy, she has all the attention in the world for you.

~~~

Not ashamed in the slightest to make out with you in public.

Hickeys and scratches are her other ways to show everyone whose girlfriend you are.

Always grabbing your boobs when nobody’s looking.

She’ll whisper dirty things into your ear while you’re doing your daily chores just to watch you get embarrassed.

Lets you ride her thigh whenever.

Does the knee thing, no doubt.

Very spontaneous when she wants sex, usually she’s pushing you into your tent with little to no words. You never have reason to complain though.

Not always rushed with sex, but she has her moments. Usually, she isn’t aware of how fast she’s going, just focused on making you cum.

 Javier:

Definitely the type of guy to kiss your hands.

Loves it when you wear his clothes, he’ll somehow always find a way to offer you his jacket.

Always calls you “Mi amor,” “Mi Corazón,” “Cariño,”… Etc.

Writes songs for you on his guitar.

Helps you practice playing guitar if he’s got time.

Loves sitting in between your thighs or laying his head between them.

Weirdly likes It when you touch his arms and trace his muscles.

Likes carrying you—it doesn’t matter what reason, and he’ll just make one up if there is none. He’ll carry you to your tent when you’re drunk or when you’re tired, if not, he’ll carry you to your horse like a princess.

Always worried if you’re too cold.

~~~

I’m telling you right now, this man for sure has an oral fixation. He’s always pushing his fingers into your mouth and making you suck them.

Blowjobs!! He’ll take them in any way, as long as his cock is in your mouth.

Enjoys pulling your hair.

Bends you over anything he can.

Absolutely goes wild when you sit on his lap and grind your hips against his bulge.

Always manhandling you while you’re making out.

Starts out slow and sensual during sex, then ends up getting rough and making you cum multiple times.

Prefers if you’re more bratty or confident during sex so he can try his best to bring you down.

Very vocal during sex, whether it is grunting and moaning or talking to you in Spanish.

#red dead redemption 2 #fluff #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption community #sadie adler #charles smith #rdr2 headcanons #javier escuella #rdr smut #rdr2 smut #red dead redemption

[shurisbathwater]

𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧!𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚

You fucked that girl that you met at the party I got some new niggas down in the lobby, How can I sleep when you're out catchin' bodies? I still wanna be with you, trust me, I know that's insane...

i got this idea while listening to telekenesis,n i just got a random urge to write asap. i suggest that yall should while reading too! this is gonna be short and defo not sweet. mentions of sex, angst and argument incoming... and yes i did put random lyrics in some parts just bc 😭 You pull up the mirror in your friends car, looking at yourself once more before you went into the mansion which you were parked right beside. The bass of afrobeats and dancehall practically made the house shake. Of course, you didnt want to actually be there.You'd rather be with your girlfriend. Though she was still on that business trip..it somehow got longer by two days?

you missed her. you wanted to hug her, you wanted to kiss her, you wanted to... "Ready to go, mama?" Ashanti said, in the drivers seat, looking at you. She parted her full glossy lips as she waited for a response. Ashanti has been one of your closest friends for over a while now-even before Shuri entirely. "yeah." you utter back, as you dust the top of your all black outfit. you pull the mirror back up and step out of the car, your knee high boots clacking as you walk. you smooth your hair down before sighing, glancing at ashanti and walking in together. Once you walked in, the smell of drugs, alcochol and many kinds of other things filled your sense of smell. you really hadn't been at a party in a while. And you wanted to keep it that way. But ashanti just kept pushing so you just gave in. Plus,you didnt want to be ruin the fun of course. You take a seat on one of the couches, one leg on top of the other. "I'm gonna get us some drinks." ashanti grins, and you nod with a smile. once her back turns your smile fades. You begin to observe the environment you are in. Flashing led lights, loud music. you look around to see people smoking in one corner, drinking in another, and people socialising everywhere. you realise your body is tense, and you try to make yourself just..relax. You drop your shoulders and take a breath, trying to enjoy yourself. You missed your Shuri and all, but you had to just let go, like your best friend had said to you earlier on. you see Ashanti in the corner of your eye, and you turn to her and smile. She hands you your drink. "Thank you love." you say. "no problem." she replies. You take a sip of your drink, and you scrunch your nose up as the liqour burns your throat. "what is this?" you ask. "just drink, girl." she laughs. you shake your head as you chuckle, glancing at the doorway leading to the upstairs of the luxorious mansion.

you then see someone walk past, the sharp jawline caught your eye in the midst of all the flashing strobe lights. You noticed their undercut and their prada shades. almost like shuri? what the fuck? your smile turns to a frown and you whip out your phone instantly, turning it on and typing in shuri's contact. you: where are you rn?

delivered

Your brows furrow. Maybe you were just being stupid right? these lights are pretty bright..so..maybe you just confused someone else for her? thats probably it. calm down, yn. you thought as you switch your phone off. "Yn? yn? helloooo?" ashanti repeats, tapping you. "what? sorry, i thought i saw shuri." you let out a chuckle. "where?" she raises her brows, looking through the big crowd. "No, no..its nothing. im probably just tripping. not the liqour hitting." you laugh it off. Ashanti cackles along with you,slapping your shoulder.

Soon, you find yourself lost in the party, drinking, dancing and chopping it up with some others. you were even feeling the effect of the liquor, weirdly, you were always the sober one. you're laughing with ashanti once again, until you hear the intro of unforgettable. You gasp. "this is my song!" you squeal, pulling your friend up by the arm as you both make your way to the dance floor. You loose yourself to the flow of the music, and find yourself actually having fun..for the first time in a while now-without shuri. Ashanti wraps her hands around your waist as you dance, as you are recording on your phone lipsyncing to the lyrics.

in the distance, you see a head pull through the crowd, similar to who you saw earlier, and your eyes widen but you ignore it this time. You're not going to let that ruin your night. Shuri would never lie to you. You trust her beyond a hundered percent. Later, you're playing truth or drink with two girls you and ashanti had met here, at the party. you couldn't even count how many hours you were here. Honestly, it was lit and you didn't care. You down another shot, and you feel the burn in your throat for the millionth time tonight, but you're somewhat used to it now. "damn." you mutter, as you scrunch your nose. after a few more rounds, you feel the need to go to the bathroom. "I'm going to the bathroom, i'll be right back." You say, getting up. "you want me to go with you?" ashanti offers. "no thanks. im good." you smile, before turning on your heel and making your way there. you open many doors, but cant seem to find it. "Hey, you know where the bathroom is?" you ask a person standing around. "i think its right there." they point to the door down the hall. You smile and nod. "Thank you." you make your way there, and open the door with a click. This, in fact, was not the bathroom. your eyes widen as you see a girl sitting on the edge of the bed, as someone was drowned between her thighs. Looked just like the girl you saw earlier. "S..shuri.." the girl lets out a breathy moan as she grips the sheets of the bed, and the person on her knees hums against her, still between her legs. your whole body turns cold, and suddenly the music stops and you stand there, frozen. You couldn't believe what you were seeing and you prayed it wasn't real. all the Alcohol leaves your body so fast, like you had never even been drinking in the first place. Shuri is supposed to be miles away from here. she is miles away.

"you like that baby?" the person under her uttered, her thick wakandan accent present. Fuck. your mouth slightly drops open, and you turn on your heel, making a sound, leaving as quick as you came, leaving the door wide open. you quickly walk away from the scene, and blink back tears. you had to get out of here, fast. suddenly, you feel a familiar grasp grab your wrist. you turn to see who you wished and hoped it wasnt who you thought it was. "yn? how long had you been standing there? when did you get here?" she asks.

"Long enough to know that you're a liar and a cheat! i should be asking you when you got here!" you pull away from her grasp and take a step back. "You fucking lied to me! you told me you were out of the country for longer. why?" you suck in a breath, trying to blink back tears.

"I..." "I dont even want to hear your lame ass excuse." you laugh bitterly. "I cant believe this right now, I...three years down the drain. Three! for some girl that you met at a stupid house party." Your voice wavers, and you take another step back. "it was a mistake. she means nothing." shuri takes two steps closer to you, and suddenly you find yourself turning around and leaving. fast walking through the crowds of drunks as your throat begins to grow a sharp pain, and your lips tremble as you try to hold back a sob. You're startin' fresh, man, you fell out of pocket You fucked that girl that you met at the party...

#shuri udaku #shuri x you #shuri angst #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #princess shuri #shuri fluff #shuri x y/n #cheater!shuri #shuri smut #shuri black panther #shuri x fanfic

[wosowrites]

Loosing Control (Jordan Nobbs x Reader)

Warnings: none

a/n: for my well being, i’m going to pretend Jordan is still with arsenal!! also, jordan is the love interest and plays a big part in the story but it’s also kind of an arsenal x reader fix. based on this request:

Prompt: In which fans were getting disrespectful ( i’ll be using this prompt a lot bcs i love it )

You loved playing at the Emirates. It was one of your favorite stadiums to play at, behind Wembley. But, with big stadiums, came more fans, and usually you loved the environment they brought. The cheers, the happiness, the support… it was always welcome by the Arsenal girls. Except today, it seemed as though people were unusually un-tamed.

It was Leah’s birthday, and the second leg of the quarter final against Bayern, you were 2-0 up at half, and then after. Arsenal was playing amazing. Your girlfriend, Jordan Nobbs got subbed on in the 73 minute. You were worried about her, she wasn’t getting the playing time she deserves. But that was a thought for later. You pushed hard, working to try and keep Bayern out of Manu’s box. As a defender, you were making crucial tackles constantly, and by the end of the game, you just fell down onto your back.

Jordan ran up to you, smiling wildly and kneeling down behind you, doing a drum roll on your stomach. "That was fucking amazing!" She yelled, you let out a laugh and sat up, soon helped up by the smaller girl. You hugged her tightly, then pressing your forehead against hers.

Your bubble popped when you saw the Arsenal girls and staff lining up and holding hands, all of them looking at the fans. You and Jordan ran up to them and you grabbed Leah’s hand in one, and Jordan’s in the other. You all ran up to the fans and lifted your hands in the air, the crowd was wild.

You took a few pictures, and talked to a few of the girls on both teams, consoling Giorgia Stanway. Then, fans started calling your name and you walked over to them, smiling. You signed jerseys, hats, flags, scarves, arms, paper, phone cases. Everything. But it was starting to get a lot. "Y/n!! Look over here! Y/N! WHAT THE HELL DUDE?!" An especially angry man was yelling at you, and most fans around him were eyeing him weirdly. Jordan was signing things beside you and Manu was busy talking to a girl wearing her keeping jersey on your left. You didn’t really notice what was going on in the cluster of thighs being waved at you. But then you heard someone say. "Y/n! Can you sign my cleat?" And then you saw something flying towards you.

The object made collision with your head, making you let out a scream and double over in pain. You rested your hands on your knees, bending over. After a second to recover, you brought your hand to your forehead and felt sticky, wet blood. There was then a hand on your back as you straightened up and placed the entirety of your palm on your cut. When you took away your hand, you saw it covered crimson red. Manu looked at you, worried and then Jordan noticed the commotion as the crowd had gotten quite silent. The people in other sections of the stadium were looking around in confusion and so we’re both teams and their managers. You looked up at the fans, anger you couldn’t hold in on your face. You slipped off your shirt, and then the fans started yelling, thinking you would give it to them. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?!" You yelled, but no one but Manu and Jordan who were at your side heard. Pressing your jersey to your forehead, you walked back to the bench, accompanied by your keeper and girlfriend. "What the hell happened?" Jordan asked, stopping you in the field and placing her hand over yours that was keeping the jersey to your face. She pulled the jersey away gently and looked at the cut before applying pressure with your jersey again. "Some psycho threw their cleat at me. They wanted me to sign it." You said. "You’re joking." Manu said, looking behind her shoulder. "I wish. Shit it fucking hurts." You were now almost at the bench when Jonas and the medical team came rushing up to you. "What happened?" Jonas asked, doing the same gesture Jordan had done and taking the jersey off your forehead. "Someone threw their cleat at her. I’ll kill them! I’m not joking." Jordan snarled. "I’ll kill them too! Let’s go!" Jonas said, "Hey! I’m coming too!" Katie yelled, wobbling on her crutches. They all started to walk towards the section you had just came back from. But most of the Arsenal girls, having noticed a commotion had surrounded you guys now, and Jonas got held back by Stina and Rafaelle, Leah held back little Jordan and Caitlin stepped in front of Katie. "Calm down. Okay everyone take a second to breathe. Let’s go in the tunnel." Stina told the group as loudly as she could.

The medic had replaced your dirty jersey with a wet towel that you were holding to your head as you walked into the tunnel, you walked into the changing room and everyone took places at their cubbies. "Okay girls, we’ll address the… y/n situation-" Jonas started saying as you laughed. "-later. But right now… WERE ON TO THE SEMIS!" He yelled. The group started screaming and jumping out of joy, but you stayed put because the medical examiner was cleaning your cut. "You won’t need stitches. I’ll just put a bandaid over it to keep it closed." The man said. You nodded at him and thanked him. He put on the bandaid, informed Jonas and then walked out. "Do you think they got the person throwing their cleat at you on video?" Katie asked you. "I don’t know. Maybe?" You asked.

There was a TV in the changing room and sooner than you knew it, Leah had turned the broadcasts on and rewinded it. Surely enough, there was a camera panning the stadium just as you got the cleat to the head. You can clearly see how you doubled over and how Manu came rushing to you.

"Ten bucks says I can go back out there and make the person who threw that shoe wish they were never born." Jordan said, only half joking. "I’d pay good money to see that. But you don’t want to end up on those 'when arsenal women loose control' videos on youtube." Caitlin joked. "Oh my god… I yelled. I yelled at the fans when they started screaming for my jersey when I took it off to wipe my blood. Am I gonna be on those videos? I can’t be on those videos. Those are like.. 98% clips of Katie!" You said, making Katie scowl at you even though she knew you were right. "Don’t scowl. You know it’s true." You said to her.

"No one heard you, the stadium was too loud. It’s all good." Manu said, smiling at you from across the room.

You went on to shower and then change, and eventually it was only you and Jordan left in the locker room. "I’m proud of you. You played great." You told her, walking up to her and putting your hands on her waist. She held your arms and smiled at you. "Thank you. It felt good to be on even if it was only for 20 minutes." She told you, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. She leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed, tangling your fingers through her hair. "Let’s go love birds." Kim Little said, peeping through the door way. "We don’t get any privacy, do we?" You laughed, keeping your hands on Jordan as you both looked at Kim. "You’re making out in the changing room like teens. Let’s go." She laughed, walking away. "Sit with me?" You asked, looking back at her. "Why do you always ask me that? I’ve been sitting with you every trip for years." Jordan said, grabbing her bag and yours. "For old times sake. To remember the first time you asked me to sit with you." You said simply.

7 years ago.

It was your first away game since joining Arsenal. You had joined only a month ago, but due to international break and the schedule, all your games had been home games. You were nervous, not wanting to be the one sitting by yourself. You had gotten close with the girls, but you were still shy. Jordan Nobbs had caught your eye, having talked to her a few times. You were 21, and fresh out of the university of Portland. Moving to London… it was hard. But you knew it would be worth it. The team were all waiting at the training centre with their luggage, waiting for the bus that would take them to Manchester for their game against City. You were standing quietly in a circle with a few of your teammates when Jordan came running up, the girl looking even smaller beside her large luggage. "Am I late?" She said, joining the group. "Yep. As always." Leah teased. "Damn it. Don’t tell Pedro." Jordan said. You smiled at yourself, finding her tardiness funny. "What you laughing at?" She teased you, nudging your side. "You." You laughed, looking into her eyes with a smile. Jordan looked back, ignoring the girls who had started up their conversation again. "Hey, sit with me?" She asked. Your eyes widened at the offer, but you nodded. "I’d love too."

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #arsenal fcw #katie mccabe #leah williamson #caitlin foord #jordan nobbs #georgia stanway

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Pre-Show Ritual (18+)

“Do I have something on my face?”

You ran a hand across your mouth, glancing down to your palm to confirm before looking up at Jack. He was sitting no more than 10 feet across from you in the greenroom, backstage at The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, in an armchair that matched the one you were sitting in.

You had tagged along with Jack and his team for a quick trip to NYC, Jack set to perform his new single “What’s Poppin” in his first TV performance. There is no way you were going to miss this, and it had always been a secret bucket list item for you to see a taping of Jimmy Fallon and get a chance to meet him.

The greenroom had cleared out about five minutes earlier when Neelam and Urban walked over to the side stage to see the other guest interviews, leaving you and Jack alone. Jack had been weirdly quiet the whole day, giving out one-word answers to your excited questions about his upcoming performance. You looked at him, taking in his form. He had chosen a white bomber jacket with “Louisville” in large, embroidered letters across the front, always taking the opportunity to rep his hometown, khaki pants with random patches on his thigh and knees and his favorite New Balance sneakers. Jack was superstitious, always choosing the same gray New Balance sneakers for his performances. While they felt a little “middle aged dad with three kids from the ‘burbs” to you, he had managed to make them seem cool and classic. The last thing you noticed was the gaudy BB Simon belt he had on, embellished with Swarovski crystals, a prop for his song where he mentioned the brand, a nod to early 2000s rap culture. 

While he was obviously looking in your direction, you could tell that he was zoned out, his left leg jiggling in an anxious rhythm, not paying attention to you scarfing down a sandwich from the craft services table across the room, and not analyzing your face for any mustard you may have left on your face.

“Jack- baby?” You snapped in his direction, him reacting with a shake of his head, taking a moment to rake his hand through his mop of brown curls before meeting your eyes. “Everything okay?”, you asked responding to a look of worry across his face.

You placed your empty plate on the table between you two and rubbed your hands on your thighs, the dark wash denim acting as a pseudo napkin. You had chosen to dress comfortably, a basic hoodie underneath a trench coat you had copped from a vintage store in LA. Most of these performance days were sent waiting around in a room, so you knew better than to dress to the nines.

He still hadn’t answered you as you stood and made your way over to his chair, squatting down in front of him, using his knee for leverage. You rested you head on your closed fists and began to study his face.

Jack was usually the most confident man in any room, referring to himself as an alpha male, much to your annoyance and amusement. There was just something about him that made everyone he came across an immediate fan of him and his work. You liked to think that it was that he was so God damn handsome, towering over most people, and had a smile dentists would use in their office advertisements. While you still saw all those things in him tonight, you could tell he was uncharacteristically nervous.

“Talk to me baby, what’s going on?” you placed a hand on his leg to stop his shaking and grabbed both of his hands in yours, placing gentle kisses on his knuckles. He leaned toward you, gazing into your eyes and giving you a weak smile. “Nothing- just pre-performance nerves I guess.”

“You’ve done hundreds of performances in front of way more people then are out there tonight, this is nothing!” Jack dropped your hands lightly into your lap in response to your comment, getting up quickly and making his way over to craft table, fumbling with the basket of fruit set off to the side. “This is not just any performance” he takes a bite out of a granny smith apple with a questionable waxy exterior “this is TV. Millions of people are going to see this performance and I just don’t want to fuck anything up. You know how much my mom loves Jimmy”, his mouth still full of fruit. You reached out toward him to get his attention, knowing he hated green apples, but stopped short when you realized he was occupied. You couldn’t help but giggle as he gestured around wildly, pacing back and forth through the small room and making circles around your standing body, trying to convince not only you, but himself that he was way in over his head.

“What are you laughing at?” he stopped short of you, dropping what was left of the apple core in the trash, his eyebrows scrunched in an inquisitive manner. You grabbed both of his arms, pinning them to his side, hoping to keep him from continuing his tirade long enough to calm his nerves.

“You are fuckin’ adorable when you’re nervous, you know that?” you let out a belly laugh and placed your hands on his cheeks, using your thumbs to rub against his scraggly beard that you loved way too much. It made him look so sexy. You could tell that your attempt was working, Jack placing his hands around your waist, pulling you in closer. You moved your hands down from his beard, slowly tracing your hands down his shoulders, making sure to graze lightly over his pecs, feeling how strong and tight his body felt underneath at least two layers of clothing.

Anxiety quickly turned to lust in his bright blue eyes as Jack followed your movements, temporarily forgetting that he was about to get on the biggest stage of his career, his mind suddenly clouded with impure thoughts. As you continued to make your way down his body, Jack let out an involuntary shiver. Your hand landed on his belt buckle when he started to pull away, against his “better” judgement. “What are you doing, Y/N? As much as I would love to fuck you right here on this couch” he glanced over at the supple leather couch that must have been worth a small fortune, placing a kiss on your lips before continuing “you know I’ve got a thing for sex in public places, and this one would take the cake, I don’t want anyone to walk in on us. I’ve got a reputation to protect!” He gave you a big smile, and you matched it, knowing that he was lying. You both knew he’d love to be the rapper that was known for all his sexual conquests. He had shown you the list on his phone of all the places he wanted you both to “get it on.” (His words, not yours).

“You’re right, but I think I know the way to fix that problem”, you looked over his shoulder at the closed door. You sauntered over to the door, exaggerating the swing of your hips, Jack chucking at your attempt at seduction from afar. You quickly turned the lock of the door, the metal clang echoing throughout the room. You quickly turned to face Jack, your back pressed against the door, eyes narrowed as you focused in on what you were sure was going to release all the anxiety and stress from Jack’s body. “C’mere.” You reached out your hands in an innocent manner, no more suggestive of a hug. Jack quickly made his way to your arms, prepared to sink into your affection, when you quickly flipped the script and swung him around, so he was the one against the door. He hit is head during the flip, his face grimacing, reaching up to rub the back of his head.

“I’m so sorry boo!” Your hand slapped across your mouth in surprise, “are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He replied, now in a full fit of laughter with this situation being just what he needed to get his mind off things.

“Let’s try this again” you pressed into his body, planting a hard, passionate kiss on his lips that lasted a few seconds, both of you leaning into one another and becoming handsy. Jack slid his hands down to your low back, his fingers tangled into the waistband of your jeans, grabbing a handful of your ass in a way that made you moan in surprise. To catch your breath, you broke the seal between your lips, just mere millimeters away from another interaction. Jack kept his eyes closed in anticipation of this make out session continuing, but you had other plans.

“Look at me”, your tone made his eyes shoot open, his vision having to adjust to how close your faces were. You began to work on his belt buckle, slowly pulling the leather out of the buckle, hesitating to pull the prong out of the holes, not breaking eye contact. He had trouble concentrating on your command, his blood supply rushing to a more important area now.

“You know what made me fall in love with you?” the belt was now undone, and you began working on the button and zipper of his jeans, “I can think of a few things” Jack responded, his cockiness coming out through uneven breaths. “My height?” Jack ran his fingers up and down the small of your back as you fumbled with his pants, little space between you to making it more difficult to get to your goal. “Nope, that’s not it,” the only thing keeping you from his erected cock was his boxers, and you slipped your hand down his pants, grabbing his length in your grip, causing him to immediately groan in ecstasy. You used your left hand to slowly begin stroking his length, intent on making him feel good before he went on stage.  Your right hand went to the base of his neck, providing support he so desperately needed to prevent him from buckling at the knees. “My smile?” Jack had to concentrate desperately hard to even think of anything past how good this felt, but he was enjoying having both his ego and dick stroked at the same time. “No, although that’s definitely up there on the list”, you responded pressing kisses on his neck, his chin, his cheeks to prolong his pleasure, meeting his lips in another passionate kiss, though he could barely reciprocate, only managing a deep guttural moan in your mouth. You began to quicken your strokes on his cock, his pelvis pulling in towards you at the change of pace, and you realized that he was getting close to cuming.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he praised your actions, leaning his head on your shoulder as his stomach contracted and his body collapsed, his breathing getting louder, frequent grunts and moans ensuring you were giving him exactly what he needed.  You leaned your head against his, your lips close enough to whisper into his ear.  Without stopping the speed and aggressiveness as you rounded the head of his cock in the way you knew he liked during a hand job, you listed some of his best features. “I love your hair, your shoulders, chest hair that trails down your stomach to your-“ you didn’t bother to finish your sentence; you both knew what you were referencing. “But most of all- I love that you don’t let anyone tell you what you can’t do” the end of your sentence was punctuated by Jack cuming into your hand, you continuing to stroke him through to the end of his orgasm.

You took your time removing your hand from Jack’s cock, relishing in the fact that you were the one that made him cum like that, that you were responsible for his pleasure, his reassurance, his relief. As you turned to wipe your hands clean in the bathroom, Jack adjusted and closed his pants button, and buckled his belt back. He took a moment to regain his consciousness and take a deep breath in response to what had just happened. He wasn’t anxious anymore. In fact, he felt fucking good, and more than ready for his first primetime performance.

After washing your hands, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair and makeup, downright giddy to see Jack perform. You always felt like a proud girlfriend seeing him doing the thing he loves (second to you of course). Jack appeared in the doorframe, wrapping his arms behind you, humming in your ear. You met his eyes in the mirror and realized that his face had completely changed from earlier. This was the man you fell in love with, the self-proclaimed alpha male.

“Thank you, baby,” Jack brushed your hair off your shoulder and planted a kiss on your neck as you laid back into his hold, leaning your head to the side to expose more skin.  He lingered here, planting gentle kisses in the same place, his lips barely touching your skin in a way that made your whole-body shiver. “Whatever are you talking about?” You played coy, hoping to sneak in a few more kisses. “You know just what to do to get me out of my head. And God, you sure do know how to make a man feel good”. You turned in his hold, making your chest meet his, locking eyes on his lips, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip. As if you were making conversation with just his mouth, you held your gaze there. “I meant everything I said, even in the heat of the moment. I love so many things about you,” you looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling, hanging on your every word, “It doesn’t matter how many people are going to see your performance, live or on the internet tomorrow. You are one of the most talented people I know, and this is only the beginning of what’s going to be an amazing career.” You grabbed Jack’s face in your hands, your kiss this time more delicate, romantic and filled with love then those before. A knock on the door interrupted your personal moment. “Jack, you’re on in five minutes”. The PA sounded rushed and overly tired on the other side of the door, Jack being her third guest she had to round up tonight. Jack bounded over to the door, quietly un-latching the lock, swinging it open to meet a petite woman with wild, curly blonde hair, a headset barely visible through the mess of locks. She was holding a walkie-talkie and clipboard haphazardly, papers randomly held beneath the clip. k

“Great, yeah I’m ready”, Jack looked back at you as he stepped into the busy hallway. Urban was waiting in the hallway, snapping pictures to try to get the best behind the scenes shot as Jack made his way to the stage. “I’m right behind you!”, you yelled behind him, guessing he probably didn’t hear you. You walked down the hall through the crowd of employees and fans of people up to the side stage and stood next to Neelam while you watched Jack get hooked up with a mic pack by the tech assistant. Jack shook off his last-minute nerves like he was about to run through the tunnel at an NBA game, and you gave him two enthusiastic thumbs up, paired with a bright smile that could barely be seen in the dark.

“This song is my jam right now. Making his TV debut, performing “What’s Poppin’”, give it up for Jack Harlow!” Jimmy sat behind his iconic desk as he held an image of Jack’s album, announcing his next guest. The music began playing as the audience cheered. You, Neelam and Urban all began dancing in place to the performance, agreeing that Jack sounded amazing. Neelam bumped you with her elbow in your side to get your attention. “Hey, what changed? When we got here Jack was a mess?”. “I just gave him a pep talk! He just needed to be reminded why he is the best”. You gave Neelam a cheeky smile and then quickly turned back to the performance, so your face didn’t give anything else away. Jack had just hit the final verse of his song. “Well, whatever you did, it worked”. Neelam begins to clap as the song ends, walking towards Jack as he runs backstage.

#jack harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic

[cowgurrrl]

now that i think about it, though, actress!reader and rockstar!joel having their own stars on the walk of fame would be iconic! the stans would be freaking out and ofc their families would be supportive

Hello I spent way too long writing these speeches??

You would both agree that because it’s such a big deal and you’ll probably already be crying all day to not speak at each other’s ceremony. It’s enough that the other and all the people you love and care for are there to support. Joel’s ceremony is a week before yours because you’re in different industries and he’s been in the public eye for longer than you. Which is fine because you’re weirdly nervous for your own ceremony. You’d much rather watch him get his first so you know what to expect.

The day of, you wear a simple, pretty black dress and gather your entire family into the car to get to Hollywood. The kids, all being 12 and above, don’t require as much supervision as they have in the past and are free to greet aunts and uncles they haven’t seen in a while. They quickly disperse in a chorus of, “Uncle Dave!” “Uncle Harry!” “Aunt Patti!” and more. You stay close to Joel before the ceremony actually starts and you’re relegated to the front row and he smiles sweetly as he kisses your cheek.

“Thanks for bein’ here.” He says and you smile and squeeze his bicep.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You say. You mingle through the crowd together, his hand always on your waist, in yours, or ruffling the hair of a passing child or grandchild that looks weirdly like him. When the ceremony begins, you sit in the front and he shoots you a wink from the podium before he starts giving his speech. Of course, he thanks his producers, band mates, managers, and everyone else as he spins the yarn of the young single-dad who showed up in LA with a dream and practically nothing else. Every once in a while, he looks up from his paper to meet your eyes and you nod to encourage him. Sometimes mouthing, “you got it.” He nods back and goes back to his words.

“I wouldn’t be near where I am today if it weren’t for my family. My brother, Tommy, and his wife, Maria, and their daughter, Lucy, never let me forget my roots and keep me grounded as the Texas boy I am. The little girl I showed up with is now a psychologist who’s way smarter than I’ll ever be, and a wonderful wife and mother to two little ones— Isaac and Eleanor. The daughter that isn’t of my blood but is of my soul is now a tattoo-covered drummer with an attitude that impresses even her Aunt Patti, an activist fighting for LGBTQ+ rights all across the world, and an amazing mother to a not-so-little JJ. My first son who’s given us a run for our money from the second he was born spends more time playin’ baseball than the guitar and we love him for it. My twin girls, our final Millers, never miss a beat and not only keep me on my toes but keep me updated on the latest TikTok trend so their old dad doesn’t go out of style just yet,” he says. Sophia and Violet giggle down the line of your family as you sit there and watch him. His eyes meet yours and you catch them misting over and you’re a goner.

“And my incredible wife who’s been patient, understanding, and gentle beyond belief for eighteen years. You are forever and always my inspiration, my rock, my best friend, and my confidant. The only reason I was able to make Grammy-winning albums and go on tour is because you stayed home with our kids for the first two years of their life. I know it wasn’t easy and there were days when we both wondered if we made the right decision. I hope you feel like we did. The sacrifices I’ve made are nothing compared to yours and I will do everything I can to repay you for that. This star— this accomplishment— is as much yours as it is mine. I love you with everything I am and everything I could ever be. Thank you.” His words hit your heart and all at once, all five of your kids are reaching across each other to grab your hand, touch your wrist, your knee, any part of you they can reach. You laugh and kiss each of their hands as you wipe your eyes. He looks at you with raised eyebrows, looking for approval, and you nod.

“I love you,” you mouth.

“I love you, too,” he mouths back.

At your ceremony, a week later, you stand on the same stage he did and look down at your family. The day’s emotions have made you especially teary and seeing all their sweet faces doesn’t do you any favors. “Alright, I’m gonna try to do this without crying,” you say, making everyone laugh. You thank your team and all the people you absolutely need to thank before turning to where you know Carolina, Ryan, Elizabeth, Victoria, and Penny are sitting.

“I met Carolina Garcia and Ryan Long while looking for a roommate for my 1,200 square foot apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. I was twenty and in the middle of my studies at NYU when Carolina responded to my Craig’s List ad. She said she didn’t have any pets, allergies, or baggage with her except for her boyfriend, Ryan. I was skeptical but agreed to meet him and thus began our decades-long friendship. When Carolina booked her first big TV gig, she threw my name in the hat and helped launch my career. Over the years, Carolina, Ryan, and their daughters have become cornerstones in my life. They made me a godmother and costar when they didn’t have to. They’re kind, selfless people and I owe who I am to them,” you say.

“Carolina and Ryan were also present when I met my husband, Joel Miller, and watched me fall in love with him. Carolina drunkenly told me during our wedding reception that she knew Joel was the one when I told her I could not only tolerate, but sleep through, his snoring,” Joel laughs a little too hard at the anecdote from his spot in the front when all five of the Miller children nod in agreement.

“Over our twenty-year relationship and eighteen-year marriage, Joel has given me support, love, and a family. I met his daughters, Sarah and Ellie, when they were 18 and 14, and although I didn’t bring them into this world, they gladly welcomed me into theirs. They were exceptionally patient and sweet as I adjusted to life with them and their father and let me love them as if they were my own. I never thought I could be a mother, but they helped prove me wrong. Quickly, we went from a family of four to a family of seven with the addition of Sam and our twins, Sophia and Violet, but through it all, the three of you made it easy to be a mom. Even then, all of you made me want to be a better mom, a better wife, a better actress, a better person. With the five of you, I felt unstoppable. I share this achievement with all of you as I do my love. Being your wife, mother, friend, godmother, and Nanny has been the greatest ride of my life. I love you. Thank you.”

Your family embraces you the second you’re off the stage and soon social media floods with pictures of Joel lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, kissing you, and holding your hand or waist for the rest of the day. You get sweet comments and congratulations from fans and other people in the industry. People Magazine celebrates the two of you as “The Most Successful Couple in Hollywood” and praises you for your speeches. You could give a thousand speeches and none of them could ever come close to describing what it feels like to watch Joel play with the kids and grandkids and nieces and nephews.

None of them could ever come close to encapsulating how much love you have for him and the life you get to lead together.

#one for the money two for the show #oftm family #oftm #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #the last of us au #tlou au #joel miller au #joel miller fluff

[sea-owl]

recently I've been thinking about the haruno clan being a powerful civilian clan and not a lot of people realize because they're busy with the shinobi shit and all that. sakura thinks they know, so she doesn't tell them, and then on a mission one day she gets found out somehow and team 7 loses their shit.

maybe cause of a proposal, or something? cause I imagine a merchant clan would be a good investment lol. she gets proposed to and they all go batshit lol

I also think it could be interesting considering she's tsunades apprentice, yknow?

You know what would be hilarious, if this happened during the genin days.

I imagine the Harunos probably traded in something related to plants, possibly teas or maybe even some plant based medicine. That's why Sakura chose medic nin later on because it was something she was familiar with. They were traveling merchants for a long time, probably in the last few generations they decided to settle down in different areas to have a more permeant base. Kizashi moved to Konoha himself from the Sand Village to help expand business. (I am always in the belief that at least one of Sakura's parents is from the Sand) Sakura really doesn't say anything because she thought they knew, yeah her parents live pretty humble, that has to do with the fact her family is so used to moving a lot it was better to travel light. It's not like she was hiding it.

Then one day they got a mission that just so happened to be in the town where one of Sakura's extended family member lived. Weirdly enough team 7 were requested specially. Kakashi knew that some members of a powerful merchant clan lived in that town but he didn't know the clan's name. Sakura was going to tell them it was her family but she thought it be funny to surprise them, after all they never bothered asking the merchant's daughter who the powerful merchant family might be.

They meet with the client and Sakura was immediately weirded out.

It started out normal enough. The client, Lord Inoue, had introduced himself and had said he hired them to help out during the negotiations with the merchant clan. They had planned to arrange a marriage between themselves and the merchants. Of course team 7 agreed so the village can get paid and they can get that bag.

Then things started getting weird.

Lord Inoue called in his son, Daichi, who looked to be fivish years older than the genin. Daichi got down on one knee in front of Sakura.

Several people proceed to lose their shit, including a member of the merchant family who was visiting to hear more about the negotiations from Lord Inoue. This being Sakura's pink haired aunt, Nadeshiko.

Aunt Nadeshiko proceeds to lose her temper and yanks her niece back. "Who the hell do you think you are trying to go behind our backs and propose to my niece without her father or me present! You broke lord! I will be taking my niece and if you have any hope for these negotiations to work you better pray for good fortune!"

Lord Inoue, trying to gain some control, sputters that he has the shinobi under contract and they can not go with her.

Without hesitation Nadeshiko turns to Kakashi, her hands already reaching for her purse. "How much do you need for me to buy out the contract?"

Kakashi is so fucking confused by this point that Sakura has to give the number.

Nadeshiko rolls her eyes. "That number is insulting. We will pay triple. Here is half." She proceeds to toss her purse at Kakashi and then walk out the door with Sakura in hand. The boys scramble after.

While walking out the boys see the matching Haruno circles on Sakura's and Nadeshiko's backs.

"Well," Kakashi said as he put the money away. "We know the merchant clan's name now."

#here I go again #of course we gotta make it chaotic #there's no other way #nadeshiko is throughly insulted #her niece can do better than some broke lord's son #hell either of her teammates would be a hundred times better #at least they're making money #at least they have a job #naruto #haruno clan things #sakura haruno #haruno sakura #haruno clan

[psychotic4ghost]

:Siren & The 141:

A/n: This was weirdly difficult to write. I struggle with smut sometimes so I hope this is at least alright. Enjoy! WC: 2451 Masterlist prev pt next pt

🚨 Warnings 🚨 Smut (18+ MDNI), language, scars, pinv, cunnilingual, unprotected sex (rubber up sillys),

Chapter 4 - A Sleepless Night*

“Y-you’re putting me in a weird p-position, Lieutenant.” Mykie didn’t know what to say, she wanted to say yes, but she was scared and wanted to say no. What would this do to their bond as teammates, what would this do to her mentally, and what could this do to the team? Mykie’s mind was racing a million miles an hour. 

“Mykie, you can say no. If I scared you, I’m sorry.” Ghost responded, leaning back a little. 

Mykie shook her head quickly. “G-Ghost…I have no issues with this, I just…” She trailed off not being able to make eye contact with Ghost. 

Ghost chuckled. “I won’t harm you if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“I…um…also didn’t expect this…from you. The others hit on me all the time. I know they’re always joking but, I don’t think you’re joking…and you’ve never talked t-to me like this.” Mykie struggled to find the right words. 

“No, you’re right. I don’t usually talk like this. And I’ve never spoken to any female that’s been on the team like this.” Ghost chuckled more. 

“W-would the mask come off?” Mykie asked as she focused on breathing. 

“No. Unless you really want it to.”

“It can say…” Mykie said, slowly realizing she basically just agreed to have sex with the top of this team, the scariest of them all. Her Lieutenant. 

“Is that a yes, Mykie? I need to hear an actual ‘yes’. I won’t act on anything without consent.” Ghost questioned. 

Mykie nodded her head slowly. 

“I need to hear it. This isn’t me teasing you.” Ghost enforced. 

“Y-yes…” Mykie stuttered, her eyes were closed, and any confidence that started to come back quickly left again. “Why me?”

“Good question, I think because you’re the first to really try to talk to me. Not like Soap does. Soap jokes around, but we’ve never been personal before. No one has cried in my arms.” Ghost admitted. “You made me feel different than I usually do. And after watching you almost get killed, while I sat waiting, not being able to see what was happening in that room, hearing you swear at them, then the gunshot, hearing you in pain, it made me feel something different.” Ghost sighed. “It’s weird for me too…”

“I…I’m shocked.” Myke straightened her back. 

“You and me both.” Ghost looked Mykie in the eyes. Mykie looked away quickly, the blush coming back, this time in full force. 

“How about I be a man of my word?” Ghost asked as he took a step closer, he held out his hand for her to take. 

They continued their short walk to Mykie’s room, “Why my room?” Mykie asked as she pulled out her keycard. 

“We can go to mine if you’d like, I just don’t usually let people in.” 

Mykie pushed open her door, nodding her head, “This is fine.” 

Ghost lightly pushed Mykie further into her room. “Ghost…I should tell you…I’ve never done this…before.” Mykie admitted.

“I’ll take it slow. I promise.” Ghost informed as he pulled the black baklava up over his nose, bits of his dirty blonde hair were visible now at the nape of his neck. He slowly walked her back to the bed, she felt the bed hit the back of her knees and sat. 

“Blonde…” Mykie mumbled as she looked up at him in awe. 

“Ah, yeah. Sometimes I even forget I have blonde hair.” Ghost chuckled. “May I?” He asked as he held out a hand near her cheek. It was her bruised cheek. 

“Carefully, that’s…that’s where they hit me.” Mykie closed her eyes, ready to feel pain. His hand lightly caressed her cheek. She didn’t feel any pain, he was so surprisingly gentle. His hand retreated, he pulled off his gloves and continued to hold her cheek. Mykie kept her eyes closed, scared she might run if she opened them. She could feel a light amount of heat coming closer to her lips, and soon after, soft and warm lips touched hers lightly. Mykie reached out in front of her, finding his chest. She pulled her hand back for a moment before reaching out again, she gripped a small fist full of his shirt, pulling him closer. 

“Slow down there, lovie.” Ghost chuckled as he parted from the kiss. Mykie let out a quiet whimper. “I heard that.” 

“S-sorry.” Mykie blushed even harder, she pulled her head and arms closer to herself. 

“No need to be sorry, love. I just want to take it slow, for you.” 

Mykie shook her head, she wanted him closer. She opened her eyes slowly, he was a lot closer than she expected. His face was only inches from hers. She locked eyes with him, noticing how beautiful his eyes really were. 

“Up on the bed, now.” Ghost demanded. 

“I-I don’t think I can move. M-my shoulder, I can’t put weight on this arm.” Mykie informed him as she rubbed her left shoulder. 

Ghost nodded, he scooped his arms under her legs and behind her back, he picked her up with no resistance. Ghost gently placed her higher up on the bed, her back against her pillow and her legs out in front of her. “Comfortable?” 

Mykie nodded her head. “Thanks, sorry you had to do that.” 

“You’re not used to letting people do things for you, are you? I saw how you acted when the boys rescued you.” Ghost guessed. 

“N-no. I had to do pretty much everything for myself.” 

“Not tonight. Just sit back and let me take the wheel, ya?” Ghost said as he climbed up on the bed and kneeled in front of her. 

“I-I can try.” Mykie nodded, and she closed her eyes again, the sight of him kneeling before her was too much to handle.

“May I touch?” Ghost asked as he hovered. 

Mykie nodded her head again. She could feel his rough fingers trace the hem of her camo sweats. He hooked two fingers into the hem and pulled down. Mykie lifted her hips up just a little to help him slip them over her butt. 

“Fuck.” Ghost mumbled under his breath. 

Mykie was already wet and the evidence was staring Ghost in the face. 

“What did it for ya? The mask? My voice? My demands?” Ghost asked, his breath clearly taken away by the sight in front of him. 

“A-all of the above…” Mykie struggled to answer. 

He let out a deep chuckle. “Legs up.” Ghost demanded. 

Mykie lifted her legs lightly, Ghost gripped the top of her underwear and pulled them down swiftly. “Jesus. Fuck.” Ghost sighed, he placed her legs up on his shoulder. 

“It’s been far too long for me, you are a sight to behold, Mykie.” Ghost complemented, his accent thick. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

“I am, please Ghost, just move.” Mykie wiggled. 

“So impatient, just hold still lovie.” Ghost chuckled, he lowered himself down so his mouth was level with her entrance. Ghost stuck his tongue out, making contact with her lips. He let out a low moan, sending vibrations into Mykie’s core. 

“Oh fuck.” Mykie cursed out as she pushed her legs together. 

“Uh uh, keep 'em open.” Ghost mumbled against her core. 

Mykie struggled to keep her legs open, he hardly just started but the feeling was sending waves through her whole body already. Ghost started flicking his tongue against her clit. He would suck and lap at her sensitive bud. When he did, she could feel her legs shake even more. 

“I-I don’t kn-now how much l-longer I can l-last, Ghost.” Mykie stuttered. The sensation was pushing her to the edge, fast. 

“Just a little longer, I want more of a taste.” Ghost said as he plunged his tongue into her entrance. Mykie bucked her hips. Her back arched. He quickened his pace, thrusting his tongue in and out. The mask lifted up and his nose brushed her clit.

“Oh f-fuck. Ghost, I-I’m close already.” 

“Okay, okay.” Ghost sighed softly as he pulled his head from between her legs. She could see her juices glistening on his chin and lips. Ghost wiped away the mess before crawling over her. 

“You can still back out.” Ghost offered. 

“W-why, are you th-that big, you th-think I’ll r-run?” Mykie was trying to play it cool. Her breathing hadn’t slowed just yet. 

Ghost chuckled softly, “No, but what we are about to do is personal, you can still tell me no.” He reassured her.

“I-I still want this…” Mykie trailed off, her voice was low. 

Ghost smirked, and slowly reached for the hem of her tank top. He began pulling it up, her scar was fully visible. Mykie tried to hide it with her hands. Ghost softly pushed her hands away and over her head. “There’s no shame in the scar Mykie, look.” Ghost pulled his own shirt up and over his head. His chest was peppered with scars, some really deep and others just a graze. “See? We all carry our own scars.” 

Mykie examined his chest, she ran her hands over the scars. He had one particularly larger scar across his left pec. “These look like knife wounds.”

“You’d be correct. Most of them are from knives. Got in some pretty heated fights.” Ghost informed her. 

Mykie could see the muscles in his arms tense when she touched him more. She trailed her eyes down his whole chest till her eyes fell upon his jeans. He was noticeably hard. Mykie dropped her one hand back above her head, her other laid at her side. Ghost took this as a sign, he continued to lift her tank top over her head. She too had more scars. Small ones that peppered her shoulders and her chest. 

“Lift up a little.” Ghost ordered, Mykie lifted her back off the bed slightly, just enough for Ghost’s hand to slither underneath and unclasp her bra. He wasted no time placing his lips on her breasts. Mykie arched her back at the contact. 

He snaked his other hand along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her heat once more. Slowly, and carefully, Ghost slipped one finger inside. She let out a gasp as she bit her lip. He pumped inside of her a few times before adding another finger. He moved in and out quickly while his thumb rubbed at her clit. 

Moans slipped from Mykie’s mouth. She clasped her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her moans. She didn’t need the rest of the squad hearing her moans. 

Her legs began to shake, another wave was washing over her, and she was close. But before she could let him know, he pulled his fingers from her and popped off her breast. Ghost sat up on his knees which were straddled on either side of Mykie’s legs. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

“Are you still sure?” Ghost asked one last time. 

Mykie, who was watching in anticipation, quickly nodded her head, “If you ask that again, I’m gonna start begging.” Mykie huffed, she was still exhausted from her last stolen high. “You’ve robbed me of two orgasms now, Ghost. Don’t make me start begging.” 

“Is that so?” Ghost asked, a smirk playing on his lips.  “Beg.”

Mykie let out a soft whimper as Ghost undid his pants fully and dropped them around his hips, he wasted no time in pulling his black boxers down with them. He sprang free, very clearly hard and ready to go. “Oh f-fuck…” Mykie mewled. 

“I-I don’t have any condoms. Not even in my room.” Ghost pulled back from her a little. 

“It’s not foolproof but I am on the pill,” Mykie reassured. 

“Perfect.” Ghost snarled as he dropped himself over her, he held up his weight as he hovered over her. He practically engulfed her small frame with his body. 

Mykie looked up at him with pleading eyes. “P-please. Don’t make me b-beg. J-just do it.” 

“As you wish.” Ghost didn’t hesitate lining his cock up with her entrance. He was huge, bigger than any toy she had used before. “Ready?”

Mykie nodded her head quickly, she wrapped her good arm around his neck and pulled his head closer to hers. Just as she attached her lips to his, he pushed inside her, inch by inch. Mykie gasped against his lips. Ghost stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust. It wasn’t until Mykie started wiggling her hips, that he started thrusting. He started off slow, making sure she was comfortable, watching her breathing with each thrust. 

“Faster…please…” Mykie begged softly against his lips. 

Ghost moaned his response as he picked up the speed. He was moving quickly, keeping a steady pace as he thrust into her. Both let moans spill out against each other's lips as they both reached their high. 

“I-I’m…n-not gonna…cum in you. N-not this time…” Ghost said in-between huffs and pants. 

“Th-this time?” Mykie asked as she also began panting. 

“Y-you…oh f-fuck…heard me.” Ghost was reaching his own high. “Cum, cum when y-you’re…ready,” Ghost said in-between grunts and moans. 

Mykie began to tighten around him, her legs wrapped around his hips tightly. Her nails dug into his back and neck as she hit her climax. “Fuck fuck…oh my god…” Mykie moaned out as she came.

Ghost continued thrusting, riding out Mykie’s high. As soon as she relaxed he could feel his end nearing. He quickly pulled out, releasing his hot seed onto her tummy. “F-fuck. I-I’m sorry.” He said through more huffs. 

“It’s o-okay.” Mykie giggled.  “There’s some tissues on the nightstand.” She was still trying to calm her breathing. 

“Let me.” Ghost said as he reached for the tissues. After cleaning her up, he pulled his pants up and pulled the black baklava back over his mouth. 

“Could you…could you grab me one of the t-shirts hanging up in my closet?” Mykie asked as she pulled her arm over her breast, now feeling exposed.  Ghost didn’t hesitate to grab her the shirt she requested. 

“That’s a little big for you, don’t you think?” Ghost chuckled as he handed her the shirt. 

“The bigger the shirt, the more comfortable I am.” Mykie put the shirt on carefully. 

After some more aftercare, Ghost finally spoke up. “I’m going to sneak back to my room tonight, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.” Ghost lifted his baklava just enough for his jawline and lips to be exposed. He planted a light kiss on her cheek before leaving the room. 

He was much sweeter behind closed doors. He had definitely opened up more than Mykie had expected him to ever do. Starting off hating each other to her letting him take her virginity. He was gentle and loving. She held her hand to the place he kissed, savoring the feeling. 

#call of duty #cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley call of duty #simon riley #mw2 simon riley #oc #SimonRileySmut #Ghostmw2smut #smut #hehe

[samdeancass]

Requested by @nephilimarecool​

Pairing: Jack Kline x reader

Christmas Event 2022

Christmas Masterlist 2022

Christmas Prompt List 2022

Jack was very excited when he picked your name out of the hat, he knew the perfect gift to get you. Although he didn’t fully understand the Christmas holiday and Secret Santa, he knew that giving gifts always made people happy and you were the one person that he wanted to make happy.

He spent a few days going into town and walking through shops searching for the perfect gift to get you until he spotted a necklace in the window of a jewellery shop and he just knew that he had to get it. He walked back into the bunker with a proud smile on his face, Sam and Dean looking weirdly at each other before turning back to Jack.

“What’s with that creepy smile, Jack? What’ve you got in there?” Dean leaned over and took a peak inside which earned him a clip round the ear from Sam. “You’re not supposed to look, what if that was for you?!” “Well, unless what I’ve got is a necklace with an angel and heart on it, I guess I’m all good.” Dean glared at his brother whilst Sam took a look for himself.

“Do you think she’s going to like it?” Jack looked back and forth at the brothers with pleading eyes, desperate to know if he made the right decision. Smiles erupted on their faces. “She’s gonna love it.” Sam patted him on the back. “You did good.” Jack smiled back before walking to his room and sliding the necklace into a drawer in his desk, ready for Christmas day.

_________________________

Jack waited impatiently for Sam to finish opening his present from Dean, his leg bouncing up and down with excitement. “Wow, some socks. Thanks Dean, real thoughtful.” Dean held his hands up in the air. “Hey, they have your favourite characters on them. Be grateful that you got anything, you nearly ended up with an empty three musketeers wrapper.” Sam shook his head in disappointment and gestured for you to take your present from under the makeshift tree.

You carefully grabbed the delicately wrapped box and placed it on your knee. Excitement set in as you slowly opened the present, aware that everyone was watching you. A gasp erupted from you as you opened the box to reveal the most beautiful necklace you have ever seen. 

“Oh my goodness, this is beautiful!” You gently took the necklace out and placed it in the middle of your hand to have a closer look. “I wonder who was so thoughtful as to get something this beautiful.” 

Jack smiled widely as happiness filled your features. He moved closer to you and placed a hand on yours. “It was me. I wanted to get you something special.” A sparkle lit up in the corner of your eye and leaned in to peck Jack on the lips. “This is the best thing I have ever recieved, thank you so much.” 

Dean threw his hands up in the air. It’s supposed to be a secret santa! What’s the point of doing it if it’s not a secret?!” Sam threw daggers at him before standing up and dragging him away. 

You placed the necklace in Jack’s hands and moved the hair away from the back of your neck. He gently placed the necklace on and closed the clasp before you turned around to face him. “I meant it Jack, this is the most lovely thing I have ever gotten.”

Jack took your hands in his and placed a kiss to your forehead. “A lovely thing for the most wonderful person in the world.”

#christmas #christmas event #christmas event 2022 #christmas 2022 #jack kline #jack kline x reader #jack kline imagine #jack kline fanfiction #jack kline fluff #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fluff

[camilosnovia]

Hi hun, I was wondering if I could get a platonic Madrigals x Reader imagine/headcanons.

I've been getting bullied a lot in my neighborhood. I feel a bit like Bruno honestly. I already have an anxiety disorder and people always stare at me, I can hear them talking about me and I even get called slurs sometimes. I have Autism and dress weirdly so I guess that's why, but it mostly feels unjustified because I'm always friendly to people

Could you please do something about Bruno and Isabela with a s/o who's getting bullied or feels anxious around town because people stare at her, and how they would handle that? It would really help. I'm so sorry if this topic is too heavy or hits too close to home, feel free to ignore it if you're uncomfortable. Thank you, have a great day and stay hydrated

Outcast

Note: Hi luv, I’m so so sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for sharing your difficulties with me, I am so sorry that happened to you🥺💕

Pairs: Isabela Madrigal x Fem!Reader and Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and Comfort

Disclaimer: Author is not fluent in Spanish and using a translator.

Isabela Madrigal

Having been the golden child of the infamous Madrigals, Isa never knew how it felt like to be an outcast.

She has heard a lot about you, and it makes her sad to know that you are treated differently.

You reminded her of Mirabel when she gets stared at because of what happened at her Gift Ceremony .

It breaks her heart to know that her girlfriend is getting bullied and treated unfairly.

Whenever she’s walking to the direction of your house, she can hear the whispers of the people of the Encanto talking badly about you which makes her enraged.

She’ll always bring you flowers whenever the two of you see each other <33

As the eldest Madrigal grandchild walks through the beautiful village, she could hear the negative whispers from the community about her beloved.

"Why is she still seeing that woman?"

"How can her parents allow their eldest child to be with someone like {Name}?"

"Even Señora Alma allows it."

She clenches her fists while putting on her fake smile, angry at how the town she was born and raised in could be so cruel.

Isabela walked up to your door, and knocks.

"¿Mi amor? It’s Isa, will you open the door?" She asks with a genuine smile on her perfect face.

However there was no answer.

The Madrigal became concerned "¿Querida? Are you in there?" She asks as she places her hand on the door handle

What concerned her the most was that the door wasn’t locked.

She enters your humble abode as she starts to look for you.

'Is she even here?' She thought

But then, she heard crying and sniffing coming out of your room.

Isabela walks over to your room and sees an opening on the door, she peeks trough the gap and sees you on your knees in front of your bed hiding your face in the sheets while crying.

She guessed it was those townspeople who always used to pick on you, she was going to give them a sip of their own medicine.

She opens the door fully and you look back to see who came in.

As you saw it was your beloved girlfriend, you went back to covering your face in the sheets.

The eldest Madrigal grandchild kneels down and embraces you, "¿Qué pasó, mi amor?" She asks, she knows it was those who made fun of you, however she wanted to confirm it.

You embraced her as you continued to sob "Ay Isa, it was Lorenzo and Alejandro again! They won’t stop making fun of me, and this time they threw punch on my new outfit you bought for me, I’m so tired of this!" You sobbed as you explained.

And now she absolutely furious, how dare they? That was the last straw.

"Ay hermosa, I am so sorry I wasn’t there. Por favor forgive me." She pleads

You shake your head "No it wasn’t your fault, I should’ve seen this coming."

She kisses your forehead "How about I take you to dinner at Casita and stay for the night? Where no one will whisper anything negative about you while you are around?" She asks as she wipes your tears.

You manage to get a smile on your face "I’d like that, gracias mi vida."

She lifts your hand and pressed her lips on it "Anything for you, mi dulce flor"

Bruno Madrigal

Bruno knew full well of how it was like to be an outcast.

Even when he returned after disappearing there were still people who believed that he was a man who brought bad luck.

He also hears negative whispers about your relationship.

He’ll try his best to comfort you when you break down.

He thinks you are amazing and wonderful 💕💕

Bruno walked towards the grocery store for buying some ingredients for the dinner Julieta was making and as he walked he heard whispers.

"Look, there he is. Bruno the bad omen."

"Is he going to see {Name}? What a waste of time."

"A bad omen and an outcast, what a perfect match."

They started giggling and Bruno has had enough

He walked over to them and they looked at him with wide eyes

"H-how can we help you Señor Bruno?" One of them asks, trying to act innocent.

But Bruno saw through the mask "Listen, talk about me behind my back, call me names or whatever but leave my fiancé out of this, do you understand?"

They nodded and scurried away, afraid he’ll give them bad luck.

He rubbed his temple in annoyance and went back to doing what he came here to do.

That was until he was interrupted with a familiar voice

"Leave me alone!"

He went towards the direction of the voice and saw you and kneeling on the ground and putting picking up things that was from your purse and put it back

"{Name}? What happened here?" Bruno asks as he kneels down and helps you.

"Ay, it was those girls again. This time they emptied out my purse."

"Oh, I knew I should’ve looked in to the future..!" He groans

You place your hand on his cheek "Hey, it wasn’t your fault. So don’t say that."

He took your hand and placed a kiss on it "How about you help me and Juli cook for dinner? You can stay over too!"

"I would love that, mi amor."

#encanto #encanto x reader #disney #disney x reader #disney encanto #disney encanto x reader #encanto isabela #encanto bruno #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x reader

[clotpolesonly]

One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Seduction

for @stacksonweek’s day 2 theme of college AU/shenanigans! a day late but hopefully not a dollar short XD

| Stackson | G | 1k | Roommates | Oblivious!Stiles | First Kiss |

(also on AO3)

--

One night, halfway through an episode of Tiger King, Jackson tried to kiss Stiles. Stiles promptly fell off the bed with a yelp that made the guy in the next dorm over bang on the wall in complaint. Stiles didn’t care, though. He was too busy bluescreening.

“Oh my god,” came Jackson’s voice from above.

Stiles extricated himself, with some difficulty, from the blanket he had dragged down to the floor with him and sat up. Jackson was leaned over on his elbow, peering down at him with one raised eyebrow. He looked torn between judgment and concern, the former of which was very familiar to Stiles and the latter of which was a bit newer but not entirely unfamiliar. They had been rooming together for two years, after all, and it was hard not to bond at least a bit after that much time. Hence them both being in Stiles’ bed to begin with, Jackson’s laptop balanced on one of each of their knees as they indulged in their shared fondness for absolute trash TV.

But watching TV together was one thing. This was something else.

“Did you just try to kiss me?”

Jackson’s expression didn’t change. If anything, the judgment shone through just a little bit more. He said, “Yeah.”

Stiles made a noise. It was a weird noise, and he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d meant to convey with it, but even that didn’t make Jackson retract his statement. “Why would you do that?”

The judgment increased exponentially. “Uh, because I wanted to? Why else?”

“Since when do you want to kiss me?”

Now Jackson’s expression took on a very distinct flavor of What Is Wrong With You that Stiles hadn’t seen in a while. It was weirdly comforting. “Stiles, I literally told you last week that I liked you.”

That…was true. He had said those words. But, in Stiles’ defense, Jackson said a lot of words, and Stiles also said a lot of words, and lots of words got said all the time that didn’t always necessarily mean what they sounded like they should mean, and all of that added up to—

“I thought you were joking!”

A new expression made its way onto Jackson’s face. Like, an actually new one that Stiles didn’t have time to parse before Jackson leaned away from the edge of the mattress. Stiles scrambled up off the floor. The laptop had been closed and discarded and Jackson was already sliding off the other side of the bed toward his own. Without giving himself a moment to doubt or overthink, Stiles reached to grab him by the arm.

“Wait! You mean, you really…meant that?”

He could only see a sliver of Jackson’s face from this angle, but the clench of his jaw was obvious. He didn’t turn around, but he didn’t shake Stiles’ hand off either.

“No,” he scoffed. “I definitely go around telling people I like them all the time, but only ironically. You know, for the bit.”

His sarcasm was biting. Stiles ignored that. Without letting go of Jackson’s arm, he awkwardly knee-walked his way across the bed until he could see him properly. The expression was still there, making a very familiar face into something much less so, and it took Stiles another few seconds to recognize it as hurt. Jackson was hurt that Stiles hadn’t believed him, or that he’d flinched away from the kiss, or that—

He’d hesitated too long. Jackson was pulling away for real now, his face closing off completely and his arm sliding out of Stiles’ fingers and the mattress shifting as Jackson’s weight left it, and Stiles stopped thinking all at once. He grabbed Jackson’s hand and pulled. Jackson’s brief moment of resistance wasn’t enough and he half-turned and half-fell back onto the bed, mouth already open in protest. He didn’t have a chance to make a sound, though, before Stiles’ lips were on his.

Stiles had done his fair share of kissing in the last few years. The college scene, unlike high school, was rife with people who were interested in kissing him, and he took full advantage. At least, he had. The last few months had been kissless, not for lack of potential partners, but for lack of interest on his part. Stiles hadn’t really noticed when he’d stopped going out to parties and started texting Jackson to see what kind of takeout he wanted and if he was too busy with homework to make time for a netflix new release, or when Jackson had started doing the same, but it had been a while. And for all that Stiles hadn’t thought to consider kissing Jackson in all that time, he certainly hadn’t bothered with wanting to kiss anyone else.

It was a good thing, too. He wouldn’t have known it, but kissing anyone else would’ve been a preemptive disappointment compared to the reality of kissing Jackson, even when Jackson was confused and slow to respond. When he did, he did not hold back. Stiles came out of the kiss he’d started as breathless and stunned as if Jackson had swept him off his feet.

His saving grace was that Jackson looked the same. His lips were red and wet and swollen, eyes dark and glassy, breath coming fast to fan hotly against Stiles’ cheek as he pulled back just far enough to search his face.

“Why’d you do that?”

Stiles laughed, helpless. “Why do you think?”

The soft sweep of Jackson’s thumb along his jaw softened the blow significantly when Jackson responded, “That you’re an idiot.” Not that it needed to. For once, there wasn’t a hint of biting sarcasm to be found. Stiles could get used to the fondness in his tone.

“But you like me anyway?” he asked, just to be sure.

“I’m watching fucking Tiger King,” Jackson said with a snort. “You think I’d watch that with anyone else?”

Stiles pulled back, suddenly frowning. “You like Tiger King! I thought we agreed that trashy TV is awesome!”

“Oh, come on, Tiger King is like three standard deviations more trashy than anything else we’ve ever watched. Even I will only watch something this ridiculous if I’m trying to get laid.”

Stiles stared at him, righteously indignant on behalf of his beloved dumpster fire of a show, but what actually came out of his mouth was, “That’s a weirdly romantic gesture and it’s absolutely working. Take your pants off. We can watch TV later.”

It took them three hours to get back to netflix, and if Jackson gave up the pretense of interest and spent most of the last episode watching Stiles instead of the screen, Stiles figured he couldn’t be blamed. It really was a terrible show.

#stacksonweek2022 #Stackson #Stiles Stilinski #Jackson Whittemore #Teen Wolf #fanfiction #my fics

[banannabethchase]

After Mox is injured during the Hangman match, Wheeler has to use to use some of the powers he's hidden for years. He's not able to hide it from Mox, though, and the reaction is far from what he expected.

~

Me like 2 weeks ago: I hate writing noncanonical supernatural elements I suck at it and it's the worst I'll never do it again.

Me today: ?????!!!!?!?!???

Title from Sub-Radio's "King Of My Heart", which is so poppy and delightful it makes me happy dance. Prompt from @sarahcakes613 "Demon gf who makes people make a pact for every little thing." I - it technically works? The prompt ended up flipflopping a little weirdly, but I think I made it work.

Mini Playlist: King Of My Heart - Sub-Radio Like an Animal - The Donnas Motivate - Little Mix Animal - The Cab

~

Wheeler fidgets as he watches Mox in medical, getting checked out all over. He keeps asking, “What happened?” He looks panicked.

Wheeler thinks back to the ring, where he leaned in and did what he always said he never would.

“You can walk out of this ring,” Wheeler had said, using a muscle he hasn’t touched in years, stretching something he’d hoped to keep locked away.

“I can walk out of the ring,” Mox said, leaning on Wheeler. And he did. He walked out the ring.

But not because he really could.

Because Wheeler used his power on him.

~

They make it back to the hotel he’s sharing with Mox, and he’s able to stand now, for real. Without any outside force compelling him to do so. His eyes have cleared, his body more steady. It’s a sprain, somewhere in his knee, but it should heel soon, Doc had said.

“Babe, I’m fine,” Mox says, collapsing into bed with a smile. He looks cozy and calm in his sweatpants and hoodie, but it took a hell of a lot of help from Wheeler to get him showered and changed back in the arena. “I can, like, feel your stress. Come sit.”

Wheeler knows Mox can’t know what he’s done. No human would ever imagine this to be the reality of, well, everything, because demons are phenomenal at PR and, also, mindwipe powers. And verbal subconscious insistence, which is what Wheeler had done earlier that day.

Mox sits up, staring. “Did I say something when we were out there? Was I a dick?” He stares at Wheeler, concern in his eyes.

“I have to tell you something,” Wheeler says. He sits on the edge of Mox’s bed, but he can’t make himself meet Mox’s eyes.

“What’s up?” Wheeler can feel the way Mox’s eyes burn into the side of his face. “Hey, Wheels.” He puts a finger under Wheeler’s chin, turning his head so Wheeler has to look at him. It hurts. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

He has to say it, doesn’t he. “I’m a demon.”

Mox’s face collapses into a laugh. “Oh. Cute. Seriously, what’s going on.”

“I told you!” Wheeler says. “I’m a demon. I’ve been manipulating all of you.” He steps away from Mox’s touch. “I’ve been lying.”

“Wait, hold up.” Mox waves off Wheeler’s words. He gets closer to Wheeler, leg stretched out behind Wheeler’s back. “Are you alright? Like, are you okay right now?”

“I would be,” Wheeler grumbles, “if you believed me.”

Mox studies his face in that way of his, eyes locked and loaded, parsing through every thought that’s ever passed through Wheeler’s mind. “What the hell are you talking about, kid?”

It takes over an hour to convince him. Mox keeps interrupting, of course, to check if Wheeler’s having some sort of mental break or something, and he’s not. He’s just trying really hard to tell the man he loves that he himself isn’t a man at all, and Mox is convinced he’s lost his mind.

“A demon, though?” Mox asks. “You? Really? Come on. I’d guess that of, like, Bryan, or maybe MJF. But you?” He cups Wheeler’s cheek in his hand. “You’re the sweetest on the whole roster.”

“Demons can be good! We just have to work at it,” Wheeler replies, and he realizes very quickly that folding his arms across his body and pouting probably isn’t making his point. “You know how you got out of that ring today?”

“With your help, and Paul’s.”

Wheeler shook his head. “What did I say to you, right before you stood up?”

Mox frowns, searching. “Um. You told me…you said I could walk out of the ring.”

“And did it feel like how I normally talk?” Wheeler asks. He hates doing this. He hates having to sit here and watch someone learn that he’s been a fraud his whole life. He’s only done this once before. It was a mistake.

Mox’s face practically clouds over, and Wheeler knows that look. Mox is getting it. “It wasn’t,” he mutters. “I – I’d fallen over before that.”

Wheeler nods. “Your leg wasn’t working.”

Mox stares at him, comprehending, finally. “You made me walk out of there.”

Wheeler nods. “I did.” He waits for the inevitable. He waits for the reaction he’s gotten in the past.

He doesn’t get it.

“Holy shit, can we try that in bed?” Mox asks, looking positively gleeful. “I love that.”

“You what?!”

“You, making me do whatever you want…” He spaces out, clearly watching some vision of Wheeler he’s never seen before. “Oh, I like that.”

“Mox!” Wheeler has to straight up snap at him to get his head back on straight. “What – you like that I’m a demon?”

“I like you,” Mox says, shrugging. “And if you’re a demon and you can, like, get into my head during sex or, fuck, even matches! That just turns this to eleven, baby. I’ve got so many ideas.”

Wheeler flops back onto the bed, careful to miss Mox’s knee. “All this time,” he grumbles, “and you’ve just got a demon kink.”

“I’ve got a you kink,” Mox clarifies. “The fact that you’ve got demon powers or whatever just sweetens the deal.”

Wheeler rolls himself off the bed and onto the floor, where he lays, silent, for at least a full rerun of CSI that Mox talks through.

~

“Hey,” Mox says, striding into the kitchen like he hadn’t just gotten his knee taken out by an angry cowboy the previous week, “I got an idea.”

Wheeler pauses. “An idea?”

“Yeah, don’t look so shocked.” He reaches for the fridge and pulls out the gallon of milk, drinking straight from the container. Wheeler rolls his eyes as Mox wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “We could, like, add your weird voice power to do stuff around the house. Make things more fun.”

“Is that the only way I’ll be able to convince you to stop using bleach on every surface?”

“Screw you, it’s a good cleaning method.”

“It smells bad.”

“It’s clean,” Mox argues, kissing Wheeler’s nose. “The goal is clean, not lemon scented.”

“We could do both – anyway, that’s not the point.” Wheeler turns back to him. The dishes from his breakfast can wait. “So your only reaction to me being a demon is to get horny and household about it?”

Mox considers, then nods. “Yeah. Knee’s ready for vigorous activity, if you want to try it out.”

“You are incorrigible.”

“Yeah, and you love it.”

“I do,” Wheeler relents, “but still. You don’t even know how my powers work. I could be convincing you to be with me this whole time. You might not like me at all.”

To Wheeler’s surprise, Mox laughs. “I can tell the difference from the way you talk normally and the way you spoke that other time. Come on, I can prove it.”

He considers it. Technically, he’s not doing anything wrong if Mox is asking for it, right?

“Fine,” Wheeler says. In his normal voice, he says, “Put the dishes in the dishwasher.”

“Nah.” Mox grins at him.

Wheeler rolls his shoulders, puts some power behind it. “Put the dishes in the dishwasher.”

Mox’s eyes glaze over a little, a dopey smile playing on his lips. “Sure, baby.” And he does it. Without an ounce of complaining, he does it. Wheeler’s not sure if he needs to stop or tell Mox to do something else. He may continue to put dishes in the dishwasher until there’s no more room.

Mox puts the last from the sink in the washer, puts in the soap, and closes the washer. Wheeler watches his face, and it’s like he can see a veil removed as Mox comes back to his sense. “Whoa.”

“I know,” Wheeler says, wincing. “I’m sorry. It takes all your autonomy away.”

“No the fuck it doesn’t,” Mox says, looking positively giddy. “I knew what I was doing. I just…I wanted to do it.” He licks his lips, moving into Wheeler’s space. “I wanted to do what you wanted me to do.”

Wheeler huffs as Mox goes for his neck. “I should have known you’d be into this.”

“You shoulda,” Mox confirms. “Big ol’ monster fucker, me.”

“I am not,” Wheeler says, and he tries to put in a lot of force behind it, “a monster!”

Mox pulls away, grinning. “Aw, no?”

“Monsters have a much harder time pretending to be human for years and fooling everybody around them,” Wheeler argues. “Demons are much better at disguising themselves to live among the mortal.”

Mox leans in, so goddamned close. “Love when you talk demon to me.”

“You are the weirdest person I’ve ever met,” Wheeler says, and he slides his hand up Mox’s body, gently curling it around Mox’s throat. “Tell me what you want from this.”

“Anything,” Mox says. “Legit, just…whatever you want.”

Wheeler sighs. “I could make you sign a pact with me to give me your soul.”

“Deal.”

“No!” Wheeler laughs. “You – no. Stop it. This is serious.”

Mox licks his lips. He crowds into Wheeler’s space, presses a leg between his thighs. “Want you to fuck me and tell me what to do during.”

“Using the powers?” Because he has to check. He has to make sure.

“Yes, Jesus, how many times do I gotta tell you?” Mox huffs.

“Be nice,” Wheeler snaps, with just a little power behind it.

Mox’s eyes glaze over, smile on his lips. “Yeah,” he says, sounding far away. “Yeah, like that. Thanks, baby.”

“This is ridiculous,” Wheeler grumbles. “You horny bastard. Tell me exactly what you want.” He puts the power behind it.

“I want you to fuck me against the sink,” Mox says. “I want you to make me beg for it. I wanna beg for it.” He turns his eyes on Wheeler’s, spaced out, but knowing. “I want your cock.”

Wheeler sighs. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

“I’m so nice,” Mox says, voice a little weird. “You want me nice.”

“I do.” Wheeler thinks for a second. “Hold onto the sink. And don’t move.”

“Okay.” Mox shoots him an absolutely radiant smile before he turns around and grabs the sink. Wheeler had been thinking Mox would face him, but this works.

“I’ll be back in just a second,” Wheeler says. “Don’t move.” He considers. “Um, unless there’s, like, an emergency. Also, you can breathe and body stuff. And if something is wrong or – yeah, just don’t let yourself or anyone else get in danger. Otherwise, stay just like that. You understand?”

Mox doesn’t answer.

“Mox?” Wheeler peeks around him to see Mox with his entire body held stiff. “Oh, shit! Yeah, you can talk, that’s fine.”

“I understand,” Mox says. “Hurry up, though. I can only be nice for so long.”

Wheeler gives him a kiss on the cheek, because Mox is obnoxious and charming all at once, and rushes up the stairs. He grabs lube, and, just for fun, a vibrator, and hustles downstairs. “You good, Mox?”

“Impatient,” Mox says. “Trying to be good.”

“Aw,” Wheeler says. “Not exactly what I meant, but okay.” He fumbles a little, trying to set everything on the counter. He pushes away the clutter, because he has a feeling he might need something to grip onto. “Any reason you want me to fuck you in the kitchen?”

“Never done it before,” Mox answers. “Adds a little spice to it.”

“Oh, because your demon boyfriend fucking you under a weird demon power isn’t spicy enough,” Wheeler grumbles, but he reaches around for Mox’s belt. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Mox all but whines. “I told you already.”

“You’re getting kind of bitchy,” Wheeler says, unbuttoning Mox’s pants. “I don’t remember telling you to be bitchy.”

“Didn’t tell me not to be,” Mox singsongs. “Maybe you should give me a specific instruction.”

“Ugh, fine, be a bitch, whatever,” Wheeler says, getting a hand around Mox’s cock, “but if you’re too mean, I stop.”

Mox whines, hips twitching. “That’s a very fine line for me to tread.”

Wheeler hums a little, hand still as Mox squirms under him. “Better tread lightly, then.” He lets go, drizzles some lube on his hands, and strokes gently. “Don’t move.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“I said you could be a bitch,” Wheeler says, stroking slowly, “not be mean.”

Mox lets out another whine, his knuckles turning white as they grip the edge of the sink. “You’re the one being mean.”

“I’m allowed to be mean,” Wheeler says, finally getting a little fun out of it, “you asked me to make you beg, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, this is me, trying to make you beg.” He keeps stroking Mox with the lightest, gentlest grip, being as infuriating as he can muster, all while Mox is making this high pitched whine that makes Wheeler feel a little giddy. “I have an idea.”

“Yeah,” Mox says, “give me anything. Anything you want. Tell me to – ”

“Quit that!” Wheeler says, and he lets go of Mox’s cock, steps away from him.

“No,” Mox says. “What the fuck? You’re the worst.”

“Again, you told me to make you beg,” Wheeler says. “If I say you can move, are you gonna be good?”

“Yeah,” Mox says, “I will.”

“Then, you can turn around and let go of the sink,” Wheeler says, “and that’s it.”

Mox spins so fast it almost makes Wheeler dizzy. “Hi,” he says, little smile playing on his lips. “Fuck me now?”

“You haven’t begged yet,” Wheeler says, “and that was a specific request.” He reaches over, grabs the vibrator. Mox’s eyes get comically wide. “Yeah, I thought you might like this.” Wheeler turns it on. “Any requests?”

Mox closes his eyes, breathes deeply, then looks at Wheeler. “Uh.”

The vibrator’s a little thing, really, and Wheeler knows Mox likes it as sort of an extra while they’re fucking, likes Wheeler to feel it on the outside of him while Mox can feel Wheeler inside him. But he wants Mox to say it.

“Want you in me,” Mox says. “And want that on – anywhere.” He squirms. “Kiss me?”

Wheeler leans in like he’s the one being voice commanded, kissing Mox with the power of the whole world behind him. He drops his hand and lets the vibrator drag along the length of his cock. Mox moans into his mouth, desperate, hands reaching up to grip Wheeler’s hair.

“Like that,” Mox says, “fuck, baby, like that.”

“Good to know. Now you want me inside you, huh?”

“Fuck, yes, oh my god,” Mox throws his head back. “God, you’re the fucking worst. If you don’t get inside me now, I’m going to die, you fucking monster.”

“Demon,” Wheeler replies primly. “I thought I told you not to be mean. Maybe I just walk away.”

Mox’s eyes meet his, and they aren’t as glazed over as they were before. “Don’t you dare,” he says, and it would be a little more intimidating if he wasn’t half pouting. “Come on, please?”

“You called me a monster.”

“It’s a compliment,” Mox snaps, and Wheeler laughs.

“Well, in that case.” Wheeler grabs Mox’s hips and turns him around, pressing up along his back. He shoves down his own sweats to his knees, finally able to admit he’s as impatient about this as Mox is. He slicks up his cock with one hand while teasing Mox with the vibrator. And he’s struck with an idea. He trails it down behind Mox’s balls, holding it right behind them. He starts without the powers, wants to gauge how Mox reacts to it. “Hold the vibrator. Right here.”

“Hmm?”

“You want the vibrator?”

Mox nods. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Then you have to hold it,” Wheeler says, power behind it.

“I’ll hold it,” Mox says, and he does, taking it from Wheeler’s grip. He shudders, a whole body thing, and Wheeler lets himself admire the masterpiece in front of him, the thumbtack scars, the proof of the way Mox is willing to let his body suffer for his art. It feels like an honor to be the one giving Mox a little pleasure when all others only get to cause pain.

He rubs the head of his cock between Mox’s cheeks, just a little.

“Now, please,” Mox demands.

“Oh, please?” Wheeler asks. “That’s new. Glad to know you can beg. No, Mox, I gotta open you up first.”

And it’s so easy, isn’t it, the way Mox shifts his legs and the vibrator at the same time to accommodate one, two, then three fingers. He takes Wheeler so well, every time. “You’re so good at this,” Wheeler says, watching a little as his fingers disappear into Mox, as Mox pushes back on them. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Not enough,” Mox gasps.

“Turn up the vibrator, then.”

With a whine, Mox does as Wheeler commanded, and that full body shudder hits again. “Oh, Christ fucking god, Wheeler, if you don’t get in me right now...”

“I am in you.”

“You know what I mean,” Mox growls, and it’s close enough to begging that Wheeler relents.

The first slide into Mox’s body feels like coming home, and Mox reaches a hand back to grab at Wheeler’s hip. “Fuckin’ finally,” Mox says on an exhale. “Come on, start moving. You’re takin’ too long.”

“I – what – turn up the vibrator again, you insufferable motherfucker,” Wheeler grumbles. Mox does so, and, fuck, it hits Wheeler like a train. He can feel everything, he supposes, more than a human, but this is a whole new level: the vibrator, the way Mox eggs him on, the way he can really slam into Mox’s body from this angle. He lets himself get a little distracted, loses track of time and space and sense. He feels drunk with it, obsessed, and he bites at Mox’s neck a little too hard, with the wrong teeth. He tastes pennies.

“Shit,” he says, pulling back. “Mox, I’m sorry, I –”

“Again,” Mox says, “oh, fuck, yes. Do that again.”

“You and your stupid pain kink,” Wheeler mutters, but he relents, pressing another biting kiss to Mox’s neck, a little more controlled this time, sure to leave a mark but no punctures. Mox grinds down onto his cock, twisting.

“Close,” Mox says, voice hardly more than a whisper. “Wanna – wanna come, please, wanna come.”

“Turn the vibrator as high as it’ll go,” Wheeler commands. “And hold on onto the sink again.”

Wheeler practically sees stars and the vibrator goes full blast, and he thrusts into Mox. He wraps an arm around his waist for leverage. “Good?” he asks Mox. “Tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” Mox whines. “Don’t stop until – until you come inside me.”

Wheeler’s the one whining at that, and he follows Mox’s demands. He wraps a hand around Mox’s cock and it’s seconds, really, that Mox is coming all over himself and Wheeler’s hand. He’s shaking.

“You can move the vibrator,” Wheeler says, chasing his own orgasm.

“No,” Mox says. “K-keeping it – until you – ” He cuts himself off with something akin to a wail.

Wheeler ramps up the pace until he’s coming hard, teeth sunk into the back of Mox’s neck. Mox slumps over the sink, dropping his hand. When he gets a little more sense back in his body, Wheeler eases the vibrator out of Mox’s hand, turns it off.

“Okay, breaking the control,” Wheeler mumbles, lips against Mox’s back. “Formally rescinding all verbal subconscious insistence. Not sure what I have to do to make sure it’s gone.”

“It’s gone,” Mox says. “Oh, fuck.”

Wheeler pulls back a little, pulls off his shirt to clean Mox up a little. “Are you okay?”

Mox is quiet as he pulls himself full to standing, and a wave of anxiety crashes over Wheeler. He shouldn’t have allowed this. He should have stopped it.

The wave disappears when he sees the grin on Mox’s face and in his clear eyes. “Oh, fuck, so much better than okay.” He laughs, rubs a hand over his head. “We’re gonna have so much fun with that power of yours and those, uh,” he touches gingerly at the bruises along his neck, “are those demon teeth?”

Wheeler grimaces. “They are.”

“Hot,” Mox says, nodding. “Yeah, break those out whenever you want, baby.” He takes the t-shirt from Wheeler’s hands, wipes off his body and hands where Wheeler missed. “Not sure how I feel about the kitchen bit, though. Worked in the moment but…” He trails off, gesturing to the mess they made across a few cabinets and in the sink. Mox pulls up his jeans, but skips the belt. “We’re gonna have to bleach this shit down,” Mox says, hands on hips, frowning.

Wheeler groans. “Not the fucking bleach again.”

“Gotta,” Mox says, with his best imitation of a pout.

“Fine,” Wheeler decides, “but we’re making a deal.”

Mox lights up. “Like a sexy demon deal?”

“No, fuck, fine! We’ll do – every time I agree to your bleach-related cleaning requests, I get a kiss.”

Mox nods. “I can work with that.” He leans in, kissing Wheeler gently.

“What was that for?”

“Prepayment,” Mox says, giddy. “This’ll be fun.”

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[peonierose]

Hi, my precious! Here is a prompt request from yours truly! ❤️

“you do realize we just got locked in here, right?”

From the dialogue prompt list!

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Luna Auclair

Rating: Fluff

Words: 3,000+

Summary: Bryce and Luna get locked in the medical supply closet. How will they spend their time?

A/N: All characters belong to Pixelberry I only own my OC‘s. I’ve gotten this beautiful ask by @ofmischiefandmedicine 💚

Side note: Here’s a list of songs I made if you want to give it a listen 😍

We actually wanted to spend B‘s break in the break room, but he led me to the medical supply closet instead.

At first I was hesitant to go. But he just put a finger on his lips and dragged me in here.

I giggle like a school girl. I never made out in a supply closet before. Guess there’s a first time for everything.

After some time we break apart for some air and hear someone whistling and walking past the door.

We both strain to hear for any indication that the door is about to be opened, but the person walks by and we let out a relived breath.

”I think it’s better if we get out of here. We can continue our make out session later,“ I suggest and he nods his grin full of promise.

”Yeah preferably in our bed, where I can actually worship your body,“ he kisses me one more time and I smile against his soft lips

His hair strands look messy from my hands who were in his brown hair a minute ago.

Bryce tests the handle and when it won’t budge he curses

”Damn,“ he mumbles

I get closer and peak behind his wide shoulders

”What’s wrong? Why aren’t you getting out?“ I ask trying to move but alas the medical supply closet is a bit packed with two people in the room.

I try to move and hit my knee on a shelf. I yelp in pain. Good thing it’s a medical supply closet. I keep rubbing my knee.

When I recover I look at B.

”The handle won’t budge,“ he exclaims

I roll my eyes

”Move aside. Let me try,“ I say and try pulling the metal handle down. But it doesn’t move an inch. As if a weight of 100 pounds lies atop it and it won’t give way.

I grunt while I try and try and nothing happens.

”You do realize we just got locked in here, right?” He says chuckling

I whirl around.

”Oh my god that means we have no snacks and no bathroom,“ I mutter horrified

He looks at me as if he can’t believe I just said that.

”That’s your main concern? Really?“ he asks exasperated

”You’ve gotta get your priorities straight babe,“ I smile

We both sigh and try to decide what to do now.

Bryce looks at me and asks his tone playful

”So what now?“ he asks moving closer. Not that I have much space to move around.

”I guess we have to wait until someone opens the door,“ I shrug

”Or we could play a game,“ he suggests

I raise my eyebrows

”What kind of game?“ I ask curiously as I settle on the floor across from B

He humms trying to come up with something we could play until someone gets us out.

He grins and settles onto the floor and keeps looking sheepishly at me

”What?“ I ask and he smirks

”We could play truth or strip,“ he wriggles his eyebrows suggestively

I eye him weirdly as I lean onto the wall.

”That’s not a game,“ my eyebrows almost reach my hairline.

”Yes it is,“ he says defensively

”Oh come on. You just made that game up so you can see me naked,“ I say knowing full well what he’s planned all along. Truth or strip. Please. That’s not a game.

”So what? We’ll both have some fun,“ he’s pouting because I saw through him and I have to stifle a smile.

He looks so damn adorable and hot at the same time. God how is that even possible.

”Okay fine. I’m in. But only because we’re locked in this room and don’t have anything else to do,“ I repent and smile

”What I’m not enough of an entertainment for you?“ He sounds so shocked I burst out laughing

”Debatable. We could always recreate a Magic Mike moment,“ I wiggle my eyebrows at him suggestively

”You just love me for my body. What about my inner values? They’re pretty too,“ he says as if I might not know that.

Of course his inner values are amazing.

”B. You know I love your hot body and your beautiful mind. So stop stalling and let’s play,“ I say

He has this soft smile on his face whenever I say love him the way he is. It’s true. For me he’s perfect. Flaws and all. Let’s get something straight. Nobody is perfect, as much as we try we can’t be. And that’s okay.

Also what would I even do with someone who’s perfect? I’d have to try and always remain a certain way. With B I don’t have to. Neither does he.

His voice brings me back into the supply closet we’re still in.

”Alright. How many questions do each of us have?“ He ask

I grin

”I thought you knew how this game is played?“ I’m trying to tease him.

He grins

”I do. I just wanted to ask you and see if our answers align,“ he circumvents the question.

”Riiight. Well clearly there are 4. We can choose to tell the truth or we loose a piece of clothing. Of our own choosing. Did I get the rules right?“ I ask totally waiting for him to call me out.

He doesn’t and just nods. He then gestures for me to start

”What was your most embarrassing thing you did or that was done to you by a past girlfriend?“

He chokes back a laugh

”Diving right in huh?“ he says

”Unless you’re afraid to share?“

Bryce’s eyes gleam with mirth

”I know what you’re doing. Reverse psychology won’t work. But nice try Lunes,“ he says

When I think he’s going to discard a clothing item he surprises me again.

”When I was about 16 I asked out this really hot girl. Everybody wanted to go out with her. But she went out with me. So I borrowed my dad‘s car without him knowing and we drove to this drive-in theater. And I thought I was so cool. As I leaned forward to kiss her, I forgot I didn’t put on the parking brake. So the car rolled forward a little. I stepped on the brakes just in time. Luckily there was no car in front of us. Let’s just say I almost caused an accident with my dads car and didn’t get to make out with the hot girl,“ he says

”I want to hug and laugh at you at the same time. Because I feel really awful your date got cut short and also because you embarrassed yourself in front of her. Did she call you after that?“ I ask wanting to know more about this younger version of Bryce. One I don’t get to see often.

”That’s not how you play this game. It’s my turn now,“ he says

”If I had a tomato I’d throw it at you,“ I say sad I didn’t get to hear what happened next. It’s as if you’re reading a good book and it ends on a cliffhanger.

Nothing. I repeat nothing is more frustrating than that.

”It would clash with my skin. Also I already have a great skin care routine. No need to change it up,“ he winks. Actually winks at me

”Go on ask me,“ I say

He keeps looking as if he can’t find the right question to ask me.

”Have you ever drunk called or texted anyone?“ he asks

I shake my head and lose my shirt.

”Really?“ he asks

”I don’t drink. So it was either make up a story or loose a clothing item. I chose option number two. Because it wouldn’t be fair to lie,“ I say not sugarcoating this

He nods in agreement

”Guess it’s your turn now,“ he says

I smile at him

”What’s your favorite…“ I start and he interrupts me before I can finish

”If you say body part. I won’t be able to answer it truthfully,“ he says smiling

”I was going to say something else, but now you’ve given me a better idea,“ I say liking this game more and more

”Great. Let’s hear it,“ he says

”What’s the thing that turns you on most when I do it,“ I ask in a tone that indicates I don’t mean holding hands or snuggling

He loses his dark blue button down shirt.

And I gasp

”You’re not going to tell me?“

I ask frustrated he would leave me without an answer

He shrugs

”I like to keep you guessing,“ he replies

”Jerk,“ I say but secretly I like that I don’t know. That means I’ll get the chance to ask him after let’s say an orgasm? Oh like this idea.

He sees my face and knows I’m up to something.

”Now I know you’re up to something,“ he says suspiciously

”I like to keep you on your toes,“ I say vaguely not disclosing a single thing

”What was the weirdest place you made out in?“ he asks

”In a medical supply closet,“ I say and he laughs

”Really?“ he asks

”Yeah. Though I wish it was in a car during a rainy night. Or even in the rain that would be cool,“ I say and sigh

”You know that can be arranged,“ his voice sounding seductive

”I definitely have to mark it in my calendar. I don’t want to miss a thing. But maybe we shouldn’t. Who knows maybe the car will start rolling and we end up hitting another car,“ I say grinning

”I knew you’d use this against me,“ he says though he’s grinning

I try to think of another question when he tugs me closer until I sit in his lap. Resting my hands on his wide shoulders

”You know you haven’t asked me the important question,“ he says sounding serious

I look into his eyes and wonder what he could mean by that.

”Which is?“ I ask not sure where he’s going with this

”If you ever made out with a girl,“ he says

I push at him

”I thought you’d say something meaningful. Not that,“ I say trying to avoid his eyes

”Is that a no? Why are you looking away,“ he asks and puts his hand on my chin so he can look me in the eye

”It was at a party where I knew zero people. Some of the party goers went together to a bonfire right here at the beach and I came along. They started playing truth or dare if you can believe it. Landing on a girl I didn’t know. She chose dare and they wanted her to kiss me. But instead of going for a full-on kiss on the mouth I gave her my cheek. I felt like a chicken, but she was cool and said it’s okay. I wish I did kiss her though,“ I say and can see he’s totally imagining it.

”Are you picturing me kissing this girl?“ I ask him his eyes glazed over a bit

”Oh yeah. Also I would’ve loved to get front row seats for that show,“ he says not in the least ashamed to admit it

”Such a perv,“ I say teasingly

”Also very proud,“ he teases back

”What’s something you did sexually you’d want to repeat or never do again?“ he asks

I have to think about that

”As you know Tyler the jerkhole was the first guy I slept with. I really wish I hadn’t. I felt dirty and used afterwards. Like he just got off and well I didn’t. It wasn’t the experience I thought it would be. Sure I expected it to hurt, but to just sleep with me and then be done with it? Yeah not the greatest experience of all times,“ I say sounding way sadder about it than I should

”I still want to knock out all his teeth for ever hurting you like he did,” there’s a flatness in his tone that’s only reserved for those people he truly doesn’t like. Tyler holds a special place on his shit list.

”As for the other part of your question. I really liked our make out session from earlier but…“ I say and he hangs on my every word.

”But?“ he urges me to tell him

”Never mind it’s silly,“ I say because I do feel embarrassed to admit it.

I know it’s just us, but sometimes I feel like an awkward teenager who has no idea how anything works.

I often feel like I missed out on so many things. Not really being a party animal I spent most days at home or in my art room.

I had a couple of friends but they were more interested in guys than having good grades like me.

So that’s why even with B sometimes it’s hard to look him in the eyes and say outright what I want. I don’t want him to think I’m a shy mouse or anything like that. I just don’t want him to ever be disappointed with me. In bed or otherwise.

”I see those wheels turning Lunes,“ he says softly and tips my chin toward him so we’re at eye level again.

”It’s just sometimes I feel like that girl from high school again. That’s shy and awkward and has no sexual experience whatsoever and then I ask myself should I enjoy this? Isn’t this weird? I just don’t know how to explain it,“ lost for words I just try not to make an even bigger fool of myself.

I hear him move and then we’re sitting even closer together.

”Like I said that first time we ever slept together. I don’t care how much experience you have. As long as you enjoy yourself and can let go to actually have an orgasm I’m okay with that. Experience doesn’t equal that you know everything. Sure you know how to handle certain situations. But trust me there are so many people who’ve tried so many things and still never had a decent orgasm. Either their partner doesn’t know what to do or I don’t know it simply doesn’t work for them,“ he says

”Now you’re gonna tell me you have magic hands,“ I say and laugh

He grins

”I do and I know how to use them. Unlike that Tyler dude. He could use a lesson on how to make a woman feel good. It’s so rewarding when I know I could get that reaction from you,“ B says

”Is that your ego talking or…“ I ask

He grins

”Probably a bit of both. But no seriously. I feel safe with you and I hope you feel safe with me too,“ he asks almost shyly? He��s such a sweet guy. I’m glad he doesn’t show this side to everyone. And feel super warm and gooey inside.

”You know I do especially after what we did last night,“ I say blushing

He grins

”What did we do last night?“ he asks knowing exactly what we did

”You know what we did,“ I say

”My memory is kinda fuzzy,“ he says full-on grinning at me

”I had the best oral orgasm of my life. There I said it,“ I say and mean it.

”I know you did. Also can I just say that I’m glad Keiki wasn’t home? Cause that would’ve been super awkward,“ he says and shifts uncomfortably

I grin.

You know what? It feels freeing saying it out loud. I mean we always have fun between the sheets.

But it’s the moments after. The snuggling. The laughing. The kissing and whispered words of love. Those are my favorite.

”Do you think the hormones make me more of a horny human being?“ I ask

”Honestly? I don’t care if it’s the hormones. I’m enjoying myself and I know for a fact that the twins enjoy it too,“ he puts his hands on my belly.

A week ago I started showing more and I couldn’t have been happier about it.

He rests his hands on my belly

”Are we hurting them?“ I ask not wanting to hurt the little ones

He laughs

”I don’t think so. Sure there are certain positions we should avoid if possible. But I don’t think we’re hurting them,“ he says

”Have you ever considered becoming a ob-gyn? I’m asking out of curiosity,“ I ask

He rubs my stomach a bit while he contemplates my question

”I’ve never really thought about it. I always wanted to be a surgeon. It felt like the right call for me. I like the challenging cases we get. I just couldn’t see myself as a ob-gyn,“ he says and I cup his cheeks

”I know you’re going to be amazing with the twins,“ I say kissing his nose

”You think so?“ his eyes seem sad

”Of course B. Sure we’re going to screw up, but we’ll learn along the way. We’re in this together,“ I say trying to reassure him and some of his sadness leaves his eyes

Wondering where his doubts are coming from.

Maybe it got something to do with his own father and childhood?

I want to ask him but he says a bit too cheerful

”We’re totally going to twin this,“ he says and I laugh forgetting about what I was going to ask him

”I think Meilani even mentioned that at some point we can’t have sex anymore,“ I say trying to think if I remember all the conversation bits.

”What? When did she say that? Damn I forgot. She’s right. After a certain time we’re not allowed anymore,“ he says more calm than I expected

”You’re way to calm about this,“ I say eying him from the side

”There are lots of ways to make you come,“ he says

I sigh

”I hope you mean that literally,“ I say putty in his hands

He grins bringing our faces closer

”You know I’ve got skills babe,“ he says and we continue our make out session where we left off before.

———————————————————

After some time we hear the door handle rattle and when the door opens bright light filters inside.

Making both of us wince on the floor.

We see wavy dark brown hair come into sight.

Meilani just stares at us and grins

”Is this your new make out spot?And is that why you’re both half-naked?“ She asks laughter in her voice

She continues and points to Bryces cheek. Where a dark pink stain was left - from my new lipstick in a dark raspberry tone called welcome to berryland. I had to buy it once I saw it.

”You’ve got a little something there,“ she says and Bryce tries to wipe my lipstick away from his cheek.

Guess I couldn’t hold back.

We both get dressed and get out. To tell the truth my butt hurts from all the sitting.

I completely forgot I had my little bag with me.

I look inside while we walk out of the room.

”Look! I had snacks! I could’ve eaten this the whole time,“ I say sad I didn’t find my cashew nut bar earlier.

Bryce and Meilani laugh while I bite into my snack.

Chewing happily.

While we recount what happened to Meilani.

Hopefully Bryce won’t get into too much trouble.

”He won’t. We all know about this problem with certain doors here at the hospital. Sometimes it’s really difficult to get them to open,“ Meilani reassures me.

———————————————————

Later we’re at my parents home. We sit in one of the garden chairs. Surrounded by beautiful flowers my dad planted. Some were planted by my mom and some by my grangran.

Bryce takes a sip of his lemonade and asks me

”Do I still look like a snack?“ he asks out of the blue

I look up from my lap

”What? Where did that come from?“ I ask

”Remember that one time when you called me a snack during dinner?“ he asks

I try to think back and remember that day.

It was at our last family dinner.

I called him a snack in front of everyone. I felt embarrassed because everyone stopped eating to look at me.

Sky laughed at me

”He’s never going to let you live this down,“ Sky predicts

I sighed knowing he’s right.

———————————————————

I get back to the conversation I’m having with Bryce.

I groan

”It was one time B. One freaking time. When will you stop teasing me about it?“ I ask him while I put my legs up

”Hmm let me think. Never,“ he says winking

I sigh

”Fine. But you do look like a snack. Especially when you let me have fun,“ I waggle my eyebrows.

He says and gets up

”Why don’t we go home? I’m sure you’re tired,“ he says taking his glass to bring it back inside.

I stay where I am.

”I don’t know. I’d like to stay here for a while. The fresh night air is doing wonders,“ I say grinning

He turns around

”Why you gotta torture me like this?“ he asks sounding miserable

I get out to put him out of his misery

”Let’s go handsome,“ I say leaning into him.

He grins and we say goodbye to my parents and get into the car.

Can’t wait what the night has in store. I grin and turn up Jana Kramers song - Pop that bottle on the radio, while we drive home.

I sing out loud and Bryce just grins at me from the driver seat.

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Your Smile(Miku x Luka)

DISCLAIMER. MIKU IS 19 IN THE STORY, AND LUKA IS 21. And vocaloids don't have cannon ages, they can(and have) be anything so please don't harass me sob

Miku becomes a trainee in Crypton Future Media's idol program! With an extremely friendly and loving Luka as her peer by her side, what can go wrong?

A Miku x Luka AU story inspired by @theplumbago on instagram! it's dialog from their idol AU, and I've used them here. My AU is somewhat different from theirs, i only used the lines because I thought it was beautiful.... I will def write more of my idol AU, I've got everything already planed out hehe

First tumblr post so not sure what to expect..... but story is under the cut!! Enjoy if you'd like, regardless, have a great day!!

It was my first day as an idol trainee. I was only 19. I forgot how I even got here. I put in my application, not expecting much. But with several rounds of auditions, and within the blink of an eye, here I was. I had moved to Sapporo with Rin and Len, living in an agency’s fancy headquarters, training to debut as an official idol of Crypton Future Media.

The wooden floorboards creaked underneath me as a middle-aged man in a suit(our new manager) led us to a dance room with large mirrors for walls, lockers, and speakers. Sunlight is making its way through the windows, shining and highlighting even the plants and succulents in the corners of the room. The wall mounted ballet barres seemed brand new. There is a calendar hung up next to the door. Red circles date the special events. Today’s date had been circled, and in it, written in red ink, were the letters “M, R, L.” 

Three people stood at the center of the room, chatting. They looked taller, older, and more experienced. I couldn’t see their faces, but it almost made me shudder. They’re so intimidating… But we’ll be in their care from now on. 

That’s when our manager had closed the door behind me, and I, along with the twins, quickly stepped forward. My hands were resting by my sides, and I watched as he walked to the center of the room, standing next to the older idols. He makes them turn towards us, introduces us, and tells them to treat us well. My new colleagues stood next to each other, and they were all waving at us. 

I had been too out of it to realize that Rin and Len had taken a deep, 45-degree bow(weirdly, in perfect unison), and had greeted everyone. So I also bowed, but I choked on my own anxiety and stumbled over my words. I couldn't even say my own name right. I managed to apologize profusely, and I barely managed to stutter out my name.

Someone laughed, but not mockingly. 

When we first met, the first thing I noticed was her smile. She was so ambitious, and she seemed genuinely happy to have younger idols under her wing. Maybe it’s just me, or it’s the damned sunlight that was playing tricks on me, but… she’s so pretty.

She was waving at us, but it seemed as if she was waving to me, only me.

And for a moment, I wished that it was true. 

She has long pink hair down to her waist, which almost looks natural. Her piercing blue eyes matched mine. On that day – and I remember so clearly – she wore a pink sleeveless turtleneck sweater, and a black denim skirt with gold stitching that reached down to her knees. She looked perfect. 

What does her name tag say? 

M, E… Y…? No. G.  

I, N, E, L…?

K… A… 

Megurine… Luka. What a beautiful name she has.. 

At first it was just simple adoration. We did so many things together, and she taught me so much. We practiced our choreography for our shows, we sang songs that we were going to perform, we ate our meals together, and eventually, we started spending our free time laying on the floor of her room, writing lyrics and composing our own imaginary songs. We made up our own dances, and we’d sneak off to the dance room at night to practice, sing, and come up with our own inside jokes that we’d whisper to each other.

Luka was always so calm and collected, but she shone so brightly when she sang. Like a star that rested on her own pedestal, at the center of the universe. 

But then, something went wrong. 

Slowly, my feelings for her were changing… Whenever we showed up to dance practice or vocal training at the same time by sheer chance, and she’d laugh before we’d wave to each other excitedly, she made my heart beat extra fast. Whenever she’d tie up her hair before dancing while she’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, I feel my blood heating up, and I can’t help but to look in the other direction, even though we were as comfortable around each other as lifelong friends.

…and I was willing to do anything to see her smile. 

I went out of my way to drastically improve my dancing and singing, surprising Luka on nights we planned to secretly meet up. It was hard, fitting everything into my schedule. But hearing her laugh and smile was more than worth it.

It was the first time I felt this way. 

One day, during one of our free periods, me and Luka sat together in the dance room alone. It had never been more quiet between us, and I didn’t know why. Eventually, my thoughts began to get the better of me. 

“...Hey Luka?” I’d ask, looking down at my slightly worn out sneakers. 

“Hm?”

“How do you feel about dating?” 

“Dating?” Luka would look back at me, with the same puzzled look she still gives me today. 

“...Would you date a girl?”

No response… my heart began to beat faster. Maybe this was a bad idea to ask her this directly. I was about to give up, when she answered, “I would.” 

Perhaps I was being too greedy. 

“But Miku, didn’t anyone tell you?”

Maybe that’s why… 

“Dating is forbidden for Crypton idols.” 

It hurts more to hear those words from her.  

Then, a few months went by like nothing. Me and Luka stayed just as close as before, but there was something separating me from her. Until that day in March, I always thought that we’d have just a little bit of a chance. Maybe one day, she’d change how she felt about me. 

We were all called to the main hall that day. Me, Luka, Rin, Len, Meiko, And Kaito. They sat us down, and gave us the news. 

We were all debuting within six months. One by one. 

Meiko first, then Kaito. Then… Luka. Then, the Kagamines. I’m saved for last. 

Oh, when I tell you the six of us were ecstatic! We hugged each other, some laughed, some cried. 

But…

When I heard we were becoming idols, I was overjoyed… yet upset. 

Since it served as a painful reminder that my feelings for you would never be returned. 

#miku x luka #luka x miku #vocaloid #hatsune miku #megurine luka #miku #luka #negitoro #project diva #alternate universe #idols

[fireflykaizoku]

Ace x Reader | Best friends in love

it was valentine's day here on the 12th, so i had to post something related to it! of course, i had to write something for ace

anyway! happy valentine's day! (a bit late, but it's alright!) ❤

You spent a good part of your life complaining about Valentine’s Day. After all, it was a holiday made for people to spend money on flowers and presents. A day of the year when couples post pictures with a tacky caption, and a day when every restaurant in town gets horribly full and the chocolates get too expensive.

It felt pointless, and maybe it felt pointless because you never celebrated it, but it’s something you would never say out loud.

Your plan was to stay at home eating your favorite snacks and binge watching movies, but your best friend, Ace, convinced you to go out and have dinner together. You refused at first, but in the end, it was better than watching the same romantic comedy movies that you watched on the last Valentine’s Day.

When you opened the door and saw the freckled man holding a bag in his hand and a wide smile on his lips, you barely had time to ask anything.

— Happy Valentine’s Day! — Ace said happily. — I bought you a present, you know, just… So you won’t be too bitter about this holiday.  I hope you like it.

— Ace, that’s so sweet. You didn’t have to… — you said, still surprised by his gesture. — I didn’t even get you anything…

— It’s alright, don’t worry about it! — his beautiful smile never left his face. — I just saw that and thought of you!

You carefully opened the bag and removed the package. It was a shirt of your favorite band, one that you’ve had your eye on for weeks but got sold out. Ace probably bought it days ago and didn’t even tell you about it.

You had no words, but your surprised but happy reaction told Ace everything he needed to know. He was glad to know he got you the right gift.

Not that the dark haired man would get you something you wouldn’t like. He knew you way too well to get it wrong.

When you noticed how late it was already, you both rushed to a restaurant, trying to find a less crowded place where you wouldn’t have to wait for over two hours to get in. After looking and walking around for a while, you both found the perfect place. 

The waiter guided you to the table in the corner. The lights were low and you had a view of the rest of the customers. Most of them were couples, of course. 

The dinner was fun. You both were laughing talking about everything. The random memories you two shared, how life was… Until the moment Ace saw a man propose to his girlfriend. When the freckled boy saw the couple getting a free dessert just because of the proposal, he had an idea

As if you could read his mind seeing his smirk, you shook your head.

— Don’t even think, Portgas. — you said. — They won’t even fall for it. Don’t…

— What are you talking about, honey? — he asked as he got up, moving to position himself in front of you. 

Ace got on his knees and got the only ring he had with him, one he always wore. Everyone’s eyes were on both of you and your cheeks started to burn in embarrassment. They all wanted to see what was going on.

— (Y/N), my love, will you marry me? — he asked, and at that moment, his eyes weirdly seemed full of love. Or were you just delusional?

For some reason, seeing Ace on his knees, holding a ring right in front of you made your heart beat faster than normal. A foreign sensation on your stomach, apparently the “butterflies” everyone talked about, took you over. 

— Ace, I… — before you could even reply, you got interrupted.

— Where’s the speech? — the waiter asked happily. — You need to have a speech, right?

Your friend gulped, thinking for a second.

— Ever since we met, you gave my life a meaning. I wake up happy to see your good morning messages, and I go to sleep happy because I know I’ll see you in my dreams… — your heart was beating too fast at this point, feeling a mix of pure and genuine happiness and fear. Was he acting? His voice sounded so sincere, so full of love… — I’m the happiest person in the world when we’re together.

Was Ace that good of an actor and you didn’t even know about it? Was he really craving that free dessert that much?

— Now I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?

Trying to ignore the way your heart felt like it’d jump out of your chest, you had no other choice other than play along. So you covered your mouth with your hands, pretending you were so surprised and touched by his actions. 

— Of course, baby! — you said, drying fake tears and giving him your hand so Ace could put the ring on your finger.

Of course, everyone cheered and the waiter rushed to get a dessert for the newly engaged couple. 

When things got quieter and your lava cake arrived, you ate everything quietly as his words kept playing over and over in your head. Did he mean it or was just part of the act? For a moment, it sounded so real. That speech and that scene awoke feelings inside of you. Feelings you weren’t fully aware of.

Everything made sense now. How you blushed seeing him shirtless; how you felt at peace when he hugged you; feeling shy but happy whenever he got you a new nickname… It took you a fake marriage proposal to realize.

Ace wasn’t simply your friend.

— What’s on your mind? — the guy asked, mouth full and the corner of his lips covered in ice cream and chocolate. Such a cute scene to see.

You looked at your plate so you wouldn’t feel too embarrassed to ask, as if avoiding his gaze would make it easier.

— Did you mean it? Everything you said earlier? About… You know, feeling happy with me and all. Did you mean it?

It took him a second, but it sure felt like forever. You had time to prepare your heart for the worse.

— If I say “yes”, will it change anything between us? — his voice was unusually low and calm, different from his loud and cheery tone.

You widened your eyes but nodded, still avoiding any eye contact. Ace’s heart dropped, thinking he just ruined everything. The dark haired man felt like he needed to fix it, and quick.

— I know we’re just friends, but… Give me one real date? — he asked nervously. — One date where we don’t have to act as if we were lovers? One date for me to try to win your heart. If it doesn’t work, I promise we can pretend as if nothing had happened. I’m sorry, it’s just… 

You crossed your arms.

— Do you really think you can win my heart in just one date? — you asked, interrupting him, with a facial expression that even Ace couldn’t even read.

He stuttered, trying to find something to say. Should he say “yes?” or “maybe”? Should he just say “please”? 

— You don’t need a date to win my heart, Portgas. You never needed. — you smiled, making him feel relieved. — But I’ll accept the invitation anyway. Tomorrow, when the restaurants aren't too full of couples.

You spent a good part of your life complaining about Valentine’s Day. It felt pointless, cheesy and a holiday made for people to spend money on gifts. But this holiday didn’t seem that bad now. After all, you had a reason to celebrate. And maybe next year you won’t mind buying the expensive chocolates and going to crowded restaurants with your - for now - best friend, Ace.

#portgas d ace #fire fist ace #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece #one piece x reader

[pinkcherryblossomangel]

Away from home - chapter 4

Y/N is an actress, filming for her first lead role in the film adaptation of her favourite childhood book, produced by maximum effort.

She bonds with Ryan Reynolds over their share Love of the Korean pop band Stray Kids, and he has a surprise for her.

When she starts missing home and the darkness creeps upon her, her hotel neighbour comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- mentions of depression, self harm and anxiety

Stray kids fan fic

Mainly staring 3ratcha

But the other boys do make appearances it's just easy to keep to minimum of characters lol

Chan x oc

This is my first ever fan fiction so if it's shit soz.

He's gonna be here in like 20 minutes, so I'm cleaning up my room. Well shoving things into my wardrobe, but that's practically the same thing. I get dressed in some comfy clothes, and organise all my character work and script work on the table. I have a lot of thoughts about Tabby and her story. She's allowed me to tap into something more confident and almost powerful. I need to be more like her.

There's a knock at the door. He's five minutes early. I look through the peephole and there he is. Dressed all in black with his laptop and files. He looks so gorgeous. I hype myself up before opening the door. Don't fuck this up Y/N. You've got this!

"Hey!" I say it just a bit too loud, but he walks into my room ignoring that.

"Hey" He smiles. I lead him to the coffee table and sofa in my room. We sit down, our knees touching. That damned spark again.

"So ive had a read through the script and i think i understand most of the subtext theres a few places where id love your help!" He starts rifling through his copy of the script, hes marked places he thinks would be best paired with something unique. It looks like my script, all covered in highlighter and markings. I cant help but smile at how much he seems to be enjoying this job.

"Can i just ask why you took the job?". I ask, "not that youre not equipped for it, its just im sure you and the kids are always busy." He shifts in his seat to face me.

"I loved doing deadpool. And Ryan asked if we'd like to this film and we read the script and loved it. Unfortunately only the 3 of us could find the time to make it out here. Minho and seungmin have long-standing MCing jobs, I.Ns filming his acting debut," he leans in,"which you didn't hear from me. Hyunjin is creating a fashion line with versace, and Felix has gone back to Australia for a few months."

"Didn't you want to join him? Felix, I mean. Go back home and enjoy being with your family?" I ask

"A part of me did Yeah, but my sister Hannah's out here anyway and I've planned to see her a few times. She may even spend sometime on set with us if I can sort that out."

"Oh I'd love that!! Weirdly enough I actually found your guys music through Hannah's YouTube channel. People kept mentioning her brother so I checked out your music. Think Maniac may have been the first song I listened too." I admitted.

"I was gonna ask you about that actually. I heard you and Ryan bonded over your love of our music?"

"Yeah", I said shyly. "Kind of embarrassing, but yeah. During preproduction rehearsal for the dance scenes we'd blast your music for warm up. We actually almost used Thunderous for one of the dance routines!"

"You were really good before by the way. I forgot to say before. Me, Han and Changbin all thought you could give danceracha a run for their money." I blush. I don't know if this is him flirting but I bloody hope it is

"That's very sweet of you," for what feels like hours, but is merely seconds we hold eye contact. He then looks down at my lips and back to my eyes. I must be imagining that.

"You know what you want?" I break the gaze by pulling out the hotels room service menu.

The next few hours we spend talking about the script and characters. It feels like we've known each other for ages. He's so inspiring with his passion for his job, he's fueling the passion I have for my own. Everything we say in agreement, totally understanding the story in the same way. Dissecting the relationships and themes with such glee.

It's almost midnight by the time he leaves. I walk him to his door, a total of 4 steps from my own.

"Goodnight," i say, "I had a lot of fun!"

"Me too" He replies opening his door. "What time is your call time tomorrow?" He asks leaning against the door frame.

"Keith's picking me up at 9" I reply

"I'll message Sara to say I'm joining you, if that's cool with you?" He queries, running his hand through his slightly curly hair.

"I meet you out here at 8:50?"

"It's a date. Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Christopher"

"I like that. You using my full name."

"I'll keep that in mind". We kind of just hang there in our respective door frames.

"Goodnight....I think that's the 3rd time I've said that." I laugh "ill see you in the morning" He nods and we close our doors.

I go to my bed and ring my mum to tell her about everything that's just happened. She answers but can't stay on the call for long, she's about to head off to work. I hate time differences.

#chan x reader #bang chris #christopher bang #bang chan #seo changbin #3racha scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids

[braywashed]

i’ll stop being a depressing text post andy soon but

just long, long dramatic introspective stuff i need to get off my chest re: this past week/moving forward

it’s been officially over a week now already

and i’m very much.... starting to feel the guilt

not the ‘i should have done more!’ guilt, though i am cringing every time someone tells me i ‘gave him a great life’ or anything of the sort, because it will never feel that way to me. even if KNOW how much i tried to do, it won’t ever feel like it was enough or even good.

the guilt of ‘as much as this hurts, a weight has also been lifted’

the fact that i had been watching his chest when he was asleep to see if he was still breathing since i was 16, convinced he wouldn’t last long. the fact that i have given up so much of my own life to be here for so many years. the forced interactions with people i hate. the remarks he’d make about how it ‘should have been him’ (and.... to sound awful... it should have) and how he wished he was dead already. the drinking.

i don’t like the word burden, because it wasn’t a burden. for all his shit, and as south as things went, he was my dad and i have great memories and i love him. i chose to do what i did and keep doing it. but i would be lying if i said i hadn’t considered from time to time what things would change *after*. and i would be lying if i said i didn’t think those changes, would for the most part, be positive.

i’m going to be very lost for awhile, and weirdly lonely. i know that. it will get dark. i’ve been doing this for so long i don’t know what to do now. i hate looking at the room he used to confine himself to because it’s empty. i walk in the door expecting him to be there, always there, like a piece of the furniture, and he’s not. the only purpose i had for a long time is gone. the constant.

so i’m just doing... whatever i’d normally be doing when i’m not dealing with the papers, and the phone calls, and the awkward social stuff. sitting on the computer, watching tv, laughing about bullshit.

but aside from a few slight teary moments, i haven’t cried since i got home that night. and i know part of that is because physically, i just couldn’t anymore. i can’t now. and i know that, once the initial couple weeks pass, and everything quiets down, and it becomes all the more obvious that he’s never going to be here again settles back in, that things will probably be emotional again.

i keep having a moment of ‘this feels bad, but this should feel *worse*.’

it shouldn’t be so easy to be doing normal shit.

but it’s not.... i don’t know.... unfamiliar? i’m still doing things mostly independently. the way i work around them is just different now. and i knew it was coming for so, so long. even the past couple weeks i knew i needed to start mentally preparing for shit to change.

and i know despite the guilt, and the hurt, that things *will* be better in some way for this. because i can have my life now. and for better or worse it will be, for the first time, *my* life.

and i also know.... he went to the hospital for a reason, despite his stubbornness. he knew it was too much. and i think he knew i couldn’t deal with the extent of what was going to happen if it continued. and i don’t think he wanted me to have to.

i think he kept telling people not to hang out in the hospital at his expense for a reason.

there’s always gonna be the voice in the back of my head reminding me of him being drunk after my mom passed, saying i didn’t seem like i cared because i didn’t seem upset. wondering if he would think that now. (of course NOW i’m crying, stupid waxing poetically on this garbage site nonsense.)

but i do think he knew at the end and didn’t want that for me.

of course there’s a bunch of... other stress now. i’m going to need some income, which i haven’t had since The Before Times. with a still not great knee. gotta pay the bills, and fix the car more, and keep this house liveable (for now. i’m not making any rash decisions. i know just packing up my sad excuse for a life and trying to take off immediately is a horrible, braindead idea.) i know the world/my trash immune system is still a concern as well. and i can’t just go back to what i was doing immediately, at the same capacity, because of bs business politics.

i’m still going to give myself a few weeks. i can afford that. and i’ve done the math on what i absolutely *need* for the time being.

and my aunt bought me a washer, my brother bought me some groceries, claims have been made about fixing more shit in the house. fuck, an internet friend i barely exchange two words with every few months anymore fucking *called* me last night to ask if i was doing okay. i’m not saying this to brag, i’m saying i’m lucky to have support that i honestly so often doubt exists and i want to remember it when shit gets tough.

but i also need time to grieve in whatever form that takes after the initial bullshit is done so i don’t rush into things and then completely fall apart out of the blue. i’m lucky enough to feel i have that time, and force myself to try not to worry too much too soon, even if it is constantly there in my mind.

i think it’s going to be the weird stuff for a bit. stuff like going to the dentist the other day because i couldn’t reschedule again and being asked what i do for work and saying ‘oh, i don’t right now. i was a caretaker until saturday.’

going grocery shopping and not instinctively grabbing the same five things that were always on the list every single week and therefor not having a fucking clue what to get.

just trying to remember it’s okay for that shit to be weird. it’s okay to not be a trainwreck 24/7, but to sometimes be one over the smallest things.

the thing he told me once that has always stuck with me, back when he knew me better than anyone somehow before that all changed, was ‘you know, you don’t have to be brave all the time.’

i’ve been trying to be brave for so goddamn long. through so much fucking loss.

i just need to remind myself that it’s okay to be a fucking mess for a bit, in whatever form that takes. do what needs to be done, but be okay with whatever comes. accept fucking help and not be afraid to ask for it. sleep all goddamn day if i have to. and learn to fucking take a moment to breathe without worrying how it will come off to people who don’t know what i was always coming home to. i’m not fucking perfect. i never was, i never tried to be, and i certainly won’t be now. but i don’t have to be.

i just gotta forgive myself for it.

for a lot of things, really.

#long post with apologies #none of this makes sense or reads coherently and im not sure i even had a point #other than everyone deals with this shit differently and sometimes the pressure to act a certain way makes you doubt your own feelings #and that situations like this are complex in a lot of ways. #and that i need to learn to be a person. #as dumb as that sounds.