#i'd do the same but your music taste>>mine | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

joonsytip · 5 months

Text

Withering for You || Seungcheol- Part 4

Pairings: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, CEO! Seungcheol au, Husband! Seungcheol au, Wife! Reader au, Music Teacher! Reader au, Arranged Marriage au, College Sweetheart au, Exes to Lovers au

Synopsis: When you are arranged married to the man, whose heart you had broken years ago, even dreaming about mending things seems next to impossible when he has been holding grudge for all these only to return it to you tenfold.

Warnings (specific to this part): drama, crying, profanities, everyone is hurt and sad, everything is on rocks, mentions of infidelity (doesn't happen to though), mention of alcohol consumption, betrayal, italics represents occurrences in past

Word Count: 6.3k

TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED!

Banner credits to my baby @hoeforhao <3

[ SVT Masterlist ] [ SVT Flick - Fic Masterlist ]

They say betrayal is worse than death if you taste it from someone you trust, someone you love. It's stingy, it's sickening, it's scathing.

You have always believed in soulmates, entitled Seungcheol to that word since you've known him, even wanted to make promises of eternity with him. But you should have seen the signs, should have never crossed the lines. Must not have tried to slip into the loopholes.

But you got blinded by greed, a hopeful stance of getting back together. Was it so wrong to wish a happily ever after with the one you have loved selflessly? Apparently it was.

"Sit.", you tell Seungcheol and the later obeys.

And as he does so his eyes fall on a very familiar document kept on the table. Instantly, he goes numb.

You observe him for a moment and play the recordings Jiah had given you. Midway, a panic stricken Seungcheol runs to you and pauses the recording.

He grabs your arms and says in desperation, "I didn't do all this Y/N. I admit I had planned all this because I wanted revenge but please trust me, it wasn't me."

"Unhand me.", you command him coldly, "Your touch disgusts me."

Seungcheol looks at you alarmingly before freeing your arms. He thinks of ways to convince you because in actuality, like he said he had planned it all but something out of scope happened. He fell in love with you again so long gone were all of those thoughts and schemes.

"What goes around, surely comes around.", you let out a chuckle, "Maybe that's why, I'm going through this. I get that you wanted to trample me upon. It's fair, to think about what you've been through because of me, I could have understood.", you look at him, "You could have handed me the divorce papers on our anniversary. Could have had other women and it would have wounded me. But-"

The tears pooling at the corner of your eyes are streaming down, "But how could you stoop so low? Knowing how much this academy matters to me, knowing what music means to me, you went out to attack my soul."

"No Y/N, I was a fool, please please", Seungcheol is crying as well, choking on his words, "It was wrong of me but I would never--"

"They are calling me a thief. Because of this incident those out there are questioning my whole career. The career, I've pursued after fighting the odds, after struggling for years. The one thing that is entirely mine.", your eyes turn darker as you say, "You could have rather killed me, Seungcheol."

Seungcheol gasps and shakes his head frantically.

"Even if I clear my name today, there will be people who'll still doubt my ability. Some out there would assume that I might be guilty and just because I belong to an influential family, I must have pushed everything under the rug with money.", you are hurting yourself with every word you utter at this point, clutching your chest, "My image is tainted, my career is ruined. They will never look at me the same way."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N", he gets on his knees and clasps his hands, pleading, "I would do anything to clear your name. I'd do anything to win back your trust just give me one chance--"

You take his hands off you saying, "I have always loved you, Seungcheol. Back then, even now, I have chosen you. But none of that matters now. You have stabbed me in the back but I'll be one to pay the price. I thought you'd be different but these genes run in your family. I can't even blame Jiah. You Choi's are no different from her--", you halt.

"What do you mean?", Seungcheol asks confused.

"As I said none of that matters now. You are so petty that you acted out the whole thing. You don't love me and from today onwards I won't either.", you answer him, taking out the wedding ring from your dress pocket, "Here, I'm giving you what you wanted.", you take his hand and place the ring on his palm, "Congratulations! This marriage didn't get through it's first year. But I have a present for you. I have filed for divorce, the papers will be sent to you as soon as they're ready."

Seungcheol is at loss of words. He's unable to comprehend the situation. He wants to stop you but on what ground? The irreversible damage is already done.

"I have all of my belongings sent over.", you inform him, "And if you're planning to create a fuss about the divorce and what's gonna happen after the conference, head on. I won't be giving up like last time. I'll see through the end of it."

"It's happening again", he tells himself and sounds so broken when he speaks through his wavering voice, "Please don't leave me again."

"I had no choice, I was forced to leave you back then", you mutter under your breath, making it impossible for him to hear, "I was willing to stay this time but I have to leave, this time for my sake."

While you gather the rest of your belongings, Seungcheol stands there helpless. And as you walk out of the house, he watches you take away the life of his adobe with you.

Seungcheol numbly tunes in to watch the press conference. He sees you on the screen, out of his reach, out of his life. He listens to each word you say. How sad you look as you address the matter. Even though your legal team briefs the journalists, his eyes are glued to you. He observes how you don't explicitly mention him or the Choi enterprise but throw sublte hints to catch on.

But you make it obvious at the end of the conference by announcing your divorce to Seungcheol.

"I have filed for divorce against Choi Seungcheol and I would like to refrain you all from associating me with the Choi's in future."

Seungcheol is immediately thrown under the bus. People who were coining you as a thief are now praising you and busy portraying him as the villain.

But mopping won't do him any good. His mind reel backs to every word you have said before leaving. He needs to get answers to some questions. Most importantly, he has to get you back.

The next few days goes by Seungcheol handling the legal charges against him which are minor because he digs out enough evidence to prove that he wasn't involved in the slander and Jiah is the main culprit, adding exceptional charges to the list that would nearly ruin her and damage her company's reputation.

The Choi enterprise faces reputation loss as well which results in their stock plummeting and the board of directors complaining about the situation. But being humungous in business, the impact isn't uncontrollable and since Seungcheol is mentally exhausted his father lets him loose taking matters into his hands for the time being.

Everything is manageable or bearable except for the divorce papers which he has received on your first anniversary, that sits coldly on his office table.

"The house I bought is an hour drive from here and I'm planning to stay there for some time, just to take my mind off of things." you say fishing out your car keys, "I have saved my new contact number to your phones."

"But are you sure you don't want us to be there with you?", your mother asks worriedly.

"At least let us help you shift--"

"Dad, I have lived alone before as well. Plus Chan and my friends are gonna help me with the unpacking.", you move over to hug both of your parents, "Visit me after it's done. Plus I'm planning to throw a cozy house warming house, not soon though."

"We're proud of you.", your mother says patting your head.

"I'm sorry for all the troubles and stress you've been through for the past year.", you mumble, quickly wiping your tears, "I'll be fine, no looking back promise."

"We have always trusted you, just take care of yourself and call us.", your father says kissing your forehead.

Chan waits for you by the car and he doesn't let you drive throughout the time it takes to reach your new house. As your friends help you settle into your new home, you are grateful to them for keeping you distracted and not bringing up Seungcheol.

"I'm sorry, Kwan. The academy had to face such an incident because of me.", you say hanging your head low in shame because you don't want anyone to see your tears, the can of beer in your hand remains unsipped, "I have decided to take some time off, please handle the academy and it's okay if you want me to backout. I'll transfer my shares to you."

Seungkwan blames the atmosphere for the tears in his eyes. He wipes them and sits beside you, "I couldn't have done it alone. The reason the academy exists is because we both had given it our all. So take all the time you want but you'll have to return."

You lean onto him and it's your brother who comes to wipe your tears.

"I'm so sorry Chan.", you speak through the tears, "I should have listened to you. I never thought that Seu--", you go quiet because it pains you to even say his name.

Everyone in room goes silent. It's not haunting rather comforting. But the successive ringing of the phones cause a mild commotion.

"Wonwoo keeps on calling us.", Eunsoo mutters, switching off her phone.

"Just tell him that I'm fine.", you tell her, "I'll give him a call later. I haven't visited Wonseok lately so I need to talk to him anyways."

It's amusing, how the night changes.

Seungcheol is distressed. He realises you are not the only one he has lost, he has lost Ms. Oh's empathy, he has also lost precious friend Wonwoo as well.

Wonwoo is back to his stoic self, the version he was when Seungcheol met him first. Only talks business with him, leaves as soon as he's done with assigned work. No more late night drinks, no more taking shots, none of the banter.

He watches you laugh as Wonwoo tells you something animatedly. He watches how your eyes are dull even though your lips are stretched.

Seungcheol had overheard Wonwoo talking to someone on the phone about his brother so he decides to visit him seperately just to check on him. He didn't expect to see you there, making him question since when you knew about Wonseok.

Your face falls when you're suddenly interrupted by Seungcheol's presence. He stands in front of you wordless, you don't bother to strike any conversation with him either.

"I'll get going, let me know if you need anything else.", you tell Wonwoo and turn around walk away.

"Y/N", Seungcheol says, "Can I please talk to you?"

You crane your neck to meet his gaze, "I don't think we have any business with each other. Do me a favour and just sign the divorce papers."

"I can't.", Seungcheol speaks out without missing a beat, "I need you Y/N, please give me a chance, let me make things right. I promise I won't let you down anymore."

"Enough with this act, don't assume you could fool me twice. I'm done with you.", you move around so now you're facing him again.

"You've changed your number.", he says meekly, "I don't get to see you anymore. That house haunts me, it's not the same without you."

You step in, closing the gap within you two, "You're facing the consequences of your actions. Stop acting like a fucking victim.", you spat out before walking out.

Wonwoo is torn. He doesn't want to take sides, it's even more difficult to see both of his dear friends grieving and suffering but there's nothing he could do.

"Wonseok is going through a series of surgeries because his condition had worsened and Y/N has been paying for them.", Wonwoo informs Seungcheol and before he could ask, Wonwoo adds, "You're already paying me more than I should be so I didn't want to burden you more. She had accidentally found out about Wonseok one day and decided to help me out even though I wasn't ready to accept it. She was determined and I couldn't stop her."

Seungcheol isn't surprised rather he is confused. This version of yours is what he was habituated to when you were dating until you convinced him it wasn't on the day you broke up. Something isn't adding up. Something about your nature and the way you act to what you had said that day are contradicting. You aren't mean-hearted, you are a giver so why did you years ago do something so bizarre, the thought is unsettling.

"She has been taking some time off from the academy, no one knows when she'll be back. She is so affected by the incident that she was ready to give up on the academy. The one she had built from scratch with her blood, sweat and tears." Wonwoo speaks disappointedly, "Do you realise what you have done?"

Seungcheol is ashamed, there's an unhealing pain in his heart thinking about you, about how he should be the one aiding you in your tough time but he can't because he's the reason you're in agony.

"As you know, I had also hated Y/N for what she had done. And now that you see me being friends with her is not because she's paying for Wonseok.", Wonwoo halts and takes a breath, choosing his words carefully, "It goes far beyond that. You have always been heedful, I think it's time for you to be vigilant as well. The truth might be far from what you've believed it to be."

Wonwoo doesn't spare another second on his watch as he walks away ignoring the desperate calls of his name.

Seungcheol's mind is not in place anymore.

Your thoughts are everywhere. Peace and happiness are some of the things you haven't gotten to feel lately. Though you've decided to spend time alone at home, the loneliness is caving you in.

Maybe tonight you're feeling a little more lonely than usual. Maybe you shouldn't miss the person who had pushed you to the edge of the cliff. Maybe you shouldn't be good with dates. Maybe you shouldn't trace your thumb on the calendar reminiscing about the day, you both had made it official years ago.

The damned tears aren't stopping, your heart isn't healing.

The bell rings and you are surprised because no one is supposed to visit you today. Quickly wiping your eyes and cheeks you don't bother to check the monitor and open the door.

At the other side of the threshold stands Seungcheol. Your red eyes gape at him as he looks at you shivering from driving all the way here in the snow.

"What are you doing here?"

You know getting your new address and number wouldn't be a big deal to Seungcheol given his network runs deeper.

"Can you let me in atleast, I'm freezing."

You cross over your arms and step aside. He saunters in and wanders off to have a tour of the house. He stops when he senses the glare you're sending him.

"If you realise that this house too plain for your taste you can always contact me. We're best in the business.", Seungcheol says as his lips purse in a line.

"I wonder from where did you get the audacity to come here?", you ask plainly.

"Just wanted to see you", he admits, "I miss you, Y/N."

You scoff at his words.

"Also, there's something you left behind, I found it while going through the drawers.", Seungcheol fishes out a notebook from his inner coat pocket.

You immediately recognise the object, raising your hand flat for him to handover it to you.

"I instantly got reminded of you always carrying it and scribbled down if anything came to your mind. Seems like you had kept this notebook from prior to university days.", he hands over the notebook and touches your hand gently in the process.

His touch turns to strong grip and he doesn't let go.

"Thanks.", you say trying to free your hand, "You should leave now."

The wedding ring on his finger feels cold on your skin.

"I know you remember what day it is today.", he says pulling you closer so that now you're colliding into him, your faces an inch apart. Your eyes are wide and the notebook falls as you're grabbing onto his shoulder out of reflex.

He has an undeniable look of longing in his eyes. You should just push him away, even kick him out but you find yourself frozen.

"I still remember falling in love with you, every moment of it.", he whispers, his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.

"So I do, Cheol.", his nickname slips out of your mouth so casually, there's a pause before you speak, "Why did you have to ruin it all?"

"I regret it all.", he gently holds your face, "But I realised that I never stopped loving you otherwise why would I despise you if I hadn't been in love in the first place."

"You could have broken my heart but you went after my soul."

"You did the same to me years ago. You took my soul away and I became just a shell.", he isn't complaining, just letting you know how difficult it was for him as well, "I planned everything to get back to you but what wasn't planned was my feelings resurfacing, falling in love with you all over again. I had forgotten all the schemes, had forgotten the reason why I hated you in the first place."

When he rests his forehead against yours, you close your eyes basking in the moment. What he did was definitely beyond any excuse but Seungcheol isn't entirely at fault. The fact that he was ready to start again with you after how you had treated him years ago proves the truth behind his words. The difference is you were forced to act out but he wasn't. He chose to destroy you.

So your eyes snap open and you're pushing him away.

"Leave Seungcheol.", you step away, "And never come back again."

Seungcheol sighs, "What should I do for you take me back? If you want I would never show myself in the vicinity of the academy. I wouldn't even ask you anything remotely related to your works or the academy. I'll stay all out of it, I promise."

"Nothing you do would make me go back to you.", your words taste bitter in your mouth, "We are not meant to be, we're not good for each other."

That is basically you firmly rejecting him, letting him aware that he has axed the mended fence.

Seungcheol smiles sadly, "Only if I could show you my heart and mind."

He then leaves with a heavy heart.

The next few days goes by Seungcheol racking his thoughts to make up his mind. Every time he thinks about you wanting to desperately cut ties with him, he relents. He laments on himself for what he has caused. At nights when he deliberately stays late, he mentally prepares himself to sign those papers because that's the only way to atone for his sins.

But those divorce papers get through every night without getting signed. Because when Seungcheol thinks he's ready that's when the realisation gnaws on him that he's actually not, that he'll never be.

And it gets harder each time he tries.

So one night, he lets his intrusive thoughts get the best of him and he ends up calling you.

"I'm trying but I can't bring myself to sign those papers", he speaks into the phone clutching it hard followed by a shaky breath, "I really want to give you what you want but whenever I think about not having you in my life, my willingness deters."

You stay quiet.

"Sorry to disturb you. Don't know what I was thinking. Please take care of yourself, bye.", he hangs up and collapses back on the chair.

Wonwoo watches through the blinds and he isn't new to this. Years ago Seungcheol had gone into a spiral, had almost given up on living post the breakup and now it hurts Wonwoo to see the history repeating itself.

So this time he promises to intervene for both of your sake, specially Seungcheol.

He has two things on his to-do list and though he isn't sure what the outcome will be, he's going to do them. He gathers everyone and let's them know of his plan.

"Mingyu, Eunsoo, Seungkwan", his gaze sweeps on the three, "You're gonna go and convince Y/N."

"I'll go to uncle and aunt.", Wonwoo says.

Eunsoo looks at him questionably, "We get our part. But are you sure your friend's gonna be okay?"

"Most importantly, I'm not sure how this will end because both of them are unpredictable as fuck.", Mingyu adds.

Seungkwan who was silent the whole time, speaks, "Guys, let's go for it. We will handle the aftermath.", he looks at Wonwoo, "You'll have to take care of Seungcheol because he's gonna hurt the most."

"It's better to be over it, Seungcheol deserves to know."

"What's wrong with you guys?", You ask absolutely astonished. All of your friends have suddenly busted into your house and are now advocating you on something that is supposed to be out of their box.

"Why are you suddenly siding with Seungcheol?", you say with a frown, "I'm feeling betrayed. I'm gonna call Chan now."

Eunsoo and Mingyu break into cold sweat knowing how scary your brother can be. Seungkwan sighs looking at the other two and gets that he has no other way but to sort down to what he's best at. He says, "Y/N, do you think we'd ever think ill of you? Do you think we'd be at your door because suddenly we felt emphatic towards Seungcheol? That's how lowly you think of us?"

The look on Mingyu and Eunsoo's faces are absolute comedic. They didn't expect Seungkwan would pull out his trump card.

Your gaze is unwavering when you say, "This won't work on me you know right?"

Seungkwan smiles, "Of course I know but we also know that you love Seungcheol and won't be happy without him. So we're saying all this just for your sake, not his, not anyone else's."

"You're wr-"

"You had 7 years but you couldn't get over him, even accepted his family just to marry him.", Seungkwan continues, "You had come across so many good men all these years but no one piqued your interest because you only had Seungcheol in your heart."

"Y/N, I did believe him when he said he fell in love again. I had seen the way he looked at you, the way he was protective around you. The way his eyes were always on you, radiating love. It may have started as an act but at some point it became real.", Eunsoo smiles at you, "He loves you."

"But Soo--"

"If you really loathed him, you wouldn't have waited for him to sign those divorce papers, you would have upsurged everything. You have the power to ruin the Chois wholly but you're just buying yourself some time.", Mingyi adds and immediately shifts to hug you, "What Seungcheol did was incredibly wrong, wait he didn't even do it. It was Jiah."

"Are you not getting Jiah did all just to separate you both again?", Seungkwan ask and you look at him wide eyed.

"She had done the exact thing years back and was successful. Please don't let her win again. If she can't have Seungcheol, she has planned all this for you to not have him as well.", Eunsoo voices out her concerns, "Don't let all these heartbreaks, tears and sacrifices go in vain just because of some misunderstandings. Don't do something you'd regret because you didn't mend it when you had a chance."

Your heart sinks at their words.

"Take your time but choose what you think is the best for you.", Eunsoo rubs your back gently, "Rationality shouldn't always take the stance, sometimes hearts should be listened to."

You take a deep breath and say, "Fine guys, I'll think about it."

The smile on their faces are unmatchable.

Seungcheol is worried when he receives a call from his mother asking him to urgently come to their house. Wonwoo is already waiting by the car and though Seungcheol asks if he knows anything he stays tight lipped throughout the ride.

"I'll be waiting for you right here. Call me if you need me.", Wonwoo says with an intone and for some reason it doesn't resonate well with Seungcheol.

He is led into his father's study where he sees both of his parents waiting. They are heartbroken seeing their only son. Seungcheol has lost weight, accumulated bags under red eyes, appearance unkempt.

"Take a seat.", his father says, "I have something to tell you and it's regarding Y/N."

Seungcheol immediately perks up at your mention. An eerie silence falls upon the room. Seungcheol's anxious gaze searches for his parents'.

"Y/N was forced to break up with you years ago. I had made her do so.", his father admits.

Seungcheol freezes. He thinks he's hearing things that are not supposed to make any sense.

"Ever since I had started the business I had been diligent to it. Dedication and honesty does account for success but so also being money minded and cunning. As years went by that consistency and success made me cling to riches, fame and status that came along with it.", his father says as he takes a seat gesturing him to do the same. "You must be remembering that we were facing financial crisis because one of our major investor had withdrawn. It had affected us greatly."

Seungcheol nods, "We were on the verge of facing bankruptcy."

"Since Jiah's father runs a finance company, we had made small sort of deals previously but that time the amount required was large and no one was willing to help us not even her father. But later Jiah came to me and offered me a deal."

"W-What deal?"

"That she would convince her father to provide us support only if", there's an ominous pause before Mr. Choi looks at him and says, "I remove Y/N out of your life."

A tear falls from his eye, as he hears the tale of betrayal from none other but his father.

"I have never liked Y/N, the reason was basic, she didn't belong to our circle. Initially I thought she was just a fling but so I agreed with Jiah."

Seungcheol is numb at this point, he just sorts to listening.

"One day I had brought in Y/N to let her know that she needs to find her way out of your life.", Mr. Choi's gaze falls, "She instantly refused. No matter what I said she wasn't willing to leave you. One meeting turned to two, two turned to three but she was hellbent on not letting you go."

"With Jiah constantly pressurizing me, threatening to nullify the deal if not taken action soon, I became desperate.", he confesses, "So I resorted to one thing I should have never done. I can never forgive myself for that."

You say in utter disbelief, "Why don't you tell your son to breakup with me instead? Stop pestering me, you know we both love each other and Mr. Choi let me make this clear, this is the last time I'm meeting you."

Mr. Choi gives you a sickening smile. He casually says, "Your brother is currently studying in Australia, if I'm not wrong."

You pale instantly, "W-What about him?"

"You're right, this is gonna be our last meeting. If you don't breakup with my son, I'm not sure what I'll do with your brother. What if you don't get to see your dear little brother anymore?"

"Mr. Choi, you can't do this. Please--"

"I'm not here to negotiate. I think you're smart enough to make the right choice. So tell me Y/N, what did you decide?"

You are crying and begging but there's no mercy reserved to spare for you. How are you supposed to choose between your brother and the love of your life? You will have to so you choose what's best for all, you choose both.

"Fine, I'll breakup with Seungcheol. So stay away from my brother."

Mr. Choi smiles in mirth, "You made the right descision. Rest assured."

With job being done, he is walking out of the hall when your call of his name reaches his ears.

He turns with an incredulous look on his face as he waits for you to speak.

"Promise me that you'll never tell Seungcheol about this incident.", comes your strained voice.

"I wasn't planning to anyways.", Mr. Choi says, "Even better for me, I promise to not tell Seungcheol about any of this."

Seungcheol runs to his father with the intention of doing something unspeakable but he stops right in front of him and collapses on the ground.

"How could you do this?", he sobs uncontrollably, "How could you stoop so low?", he balls his hands into fists and channels the anger on the floor, hitting it again and again that's when his mother steps in to stop him.

He looks at her and say, "How could you not tell me? How could you tolerate your husband even after knowing all this?", he then swats her away.

Getting up, he's gasping for air, unable to comprehend with the pain in his chest and head. Restlessness engulfs him but he doesn't let both of his parents to even touch him.

"I'm ashamed to call you both my parents.", he spats out, "I'll never forgive for ruining our lives. I hope all of this was worth it."

Then he's running out of the house ignoring the calls of his name. Wonwoo is immediately grabbing his friend, making him sit and drink water.

"You also knew but didn't tell me?", Seungcheol asks as fresh tears stream down his face.

"I only came to know recently and Cheol even if I had known, it's not my story to tell.", Wonwoo answers.

It takes Seungcheol over an hour to calm down.

"You don't need to attend me, I'm fine.", Seungcheol says stoicly, "You can go, I have somethings to take care of."

Though Wonwoo refutes but Seungcheol is adamant, leaving no choice for him but to obey his boss.

As soon as Wonwoo gets out of the car, Seungcheol drives off.

You are extremely tired, mentally and today for some reasons are you feel thinned out physically as well.

Staring at the cello, ominous thoughts fill in your mind. Because no matter how hard you try, you are unable to produce anything. There are no notes or no tunes, it's all blank.

And you're scared, what if music doesn't choose you anymore? What if you can't produce anything for the rest of your life? All these possibilities scares you enough to spend sleepless nights. It has disturbed your appetite as well.

Tossing and turning, as you've been doing for nights with minimal sleep at dawn hours, you sit up startled when the doorbell rings.

All the exhaustion is now replaced with concern when you see Seungcheol who continuously weeps at the door.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

Just a shake of head and he keeps on crying.

It's been about twenty minutes since he arrived crying and you're seriously considering about calling Wonwoo.

The way he's visibly hurting, hurts you too and you resort to hug him, patting his back, "If you're hurting because of me, please don't.", you say softly, tears pricking at your eyes subconsciously.

Seungcheol pulls away, looking at you. His sobs stop and the first thing he does is hold your face and kiss you. You're surprised, his lips graze yours but you don't kiss him back. Your hands push his chest and he's detaching himself mumbling a string of apologies.

"It was all for nothing.", he sounds so heartbroken when he speaks, "All those years spent in pain, hatred and resentment towards you, you didn't deserve any of it."

You have an inkling and it doesn't settle well in your bones, "Whatever you're saying is making no sense. Why are you here?"

Seungcheol looks dead in your eyes, "Because I know now. I know what happened all those years ago."

Your soul leaves your body at his words. You never wanted him to find out because you knew it'd tear him apart.

"W-Who told you?"

"Does it matter?"

And your very first instinct is to grab your phone and make a call to his father but Seungcheol doesn't let you. The phone gets snatched from your hands and thrown away somewhere.

"Why did you do it?", he asks and his questions irks you.

You scoff, "Are you seriously asking me why I did it after knowing everything? Seungcheol, I was threatened with my brother's life, what did you expect me to do?"

Seungcheol shakes his head, "No that Y/N. Why did you make dad promise you about not telling me about this?"

"What could I have done Seungcheol?", your voice cracks, "I loved you so much and trust me, I tried everything I could to be with you, to not hurt you but-- it killed me to lie to you. I went through hell and back trying to stop myself from telling you 'no I'm lying, please don't leave, I love you as much as you do'.

"That day I took your heart away.", You exhale sharply, "I didn't want to crush your soul as well, didn't want to make it anymore difficult for you then it already was. I knew how much you looked upto your father, how much you cherished your parents. I didn't want you to fight your family", your heart twinges as you continue, "Though it wasn't possible for me to love again, I prayed that you would move on, meet someone who'd make you forget all the sorrows I gave you. I wished for you to fall in love again and live happily."

You chuckled through your tears, "Won't lie, it would have hurt me but if it assured your happiness I'd have hurt myself all over again, all of the times."

Seungcheol observes you quietly, he absorbs your words to his heart.

"What does that make me, Y/N?", he asks defeated.

"You weren't at fault, Cheol. I chose what it seemed the best for all of us."

"I hated you, married you and plotted revenge. Hurt you and now indirectly lead to something that almost ruined your career.", he speaks as if he's narrating a monologue, "I kept wounding the wounded and siding with the foes."

"Stop blaming yourself. What you did was indeed wrong, you should have never attempted take a blow at my career. But years ago, even after all that you were ready to start again.", you remind him.

Seungcheol completely shuts himself out.

"Till yesterday, I was in a dilemma. They say if you love someone you should let them go. Call me selfish but I couldn't even think of parting ways with you. I wanted to fight for us. I'd have courted you until you got bored of me. I would have waited for a lifetime, even if you'd have moved on.", he avoids eye contact so that his resolution doesn't deter, "But how could I tie you to the people who tried to harm you, harm your family?"

"I won't beg for forgiveness anymore. Honestly, I don't want you to forgive us. If you're having second thoughts about us, discard them. Please just discard me.", he voices out in desperation, "Be selfish and choose yourself this one time."

He takes out a paper from his coat pocket which you recognise very well.

"Till yesterday signing these papers seemed impossible for me but it's surprising, how events turned out to be.", he takes your hand and places the paper saying, "I have signed them. This time I chose what's best for you."

There's a sickening churn in your stomach that makes you realise that there's nothing you can do.

"I love you, Y/N."

The weight of those words fall heavy on you as Seungcheol closes in.

"For one last time, please.", he says holding your face.

You incline towards him and instantly his lips are on yours. One of his hands now settle on your neck firmly as your lips dance on featherly. His other hand is gripping your waist to hold you in place. The saltiness of his tears burn on your tongue, making you suck in a gasp. His kisses you till his heart's content because it's a kiss of goodbye before resting his forehead on yours.

"Don't go", your strained voice whispers, "Please don't go."

Seungcheol whispers back, "I have to. Please don't stop me, I'm not strong enough to refuse you."

The tears stream down your face, "Would nothing I do be enough to stop you?"

"Y/N, please", he pleads, "You were right when you said we're not meant to be because I have only hurt you. I don't deserve you."

"Cheol..."

He steps back and you're suddenly engulfed by coldness.

"The chapter named Choi Seungcheol in your life ends right now.", he balls his hands, grits his teeth, does everything to not let those tears spill, "Since you might not submit the divorce papers, I have already handed over a copy to your attorney."

He turns back, rubbing his chest, the pain is unbearable.

"Cheol, please..."

"It's snowing so don't follow me outside, you'll catch a cold. Goodbye Y/N."

Then he leaves, from your house, apparently from your life.

And you realised not all stories have a happy ending, there's not always a happily ever after.

→ Do not copy, re-post, translate, or share any of my works on other platforms! All stories are copyrighted, joonsytip. ©️

1K notes · View notes

m00nlight-ramblings · 3 months

Text

Talk

As a famous singer, you find yourself at the same terrible party as Hozier, but you two decide to do something about it.

Pairing: fem reader x Hozier

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, p in v (protected) sex, fingering, 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who waited for this one...I'm so sorry it took so long. Please enjoy, and remember, my inbox is open for requests!

This party sucked.

Somehow, at one of the biggest album release parties of the year, you found yourself bored out of your mind, sipping on a weak gin and tonic. Leaning against a corner wall, the bass of the music from the DJ vibrated through you as you watched other people dance – your bandmates were somewhere amongst them, but for whatever reason, you just weren’t feeling it. Maybe you were just in a mood, maybe it was the music (one good song for every ten awful ones), but you sipped your drink, checking your phone every so often until it became a polite time to excuse yourself. You could already taste the revelry of getting back to your house before midnight – pajamas, Thai takeout, and scrolling aimlessly on your phone while Grey’s Anatomy reruns played in the background.

Suddenly, you saw a head bobbing around the others in the crowd – standing what seemed like almost a full foot above everyone else, his thick, curly hair pulled back in a half bun, he smiled and tilted his head to the music distractedly. Your breath hitched for a moment as you saw him – you had seen Hozier at countless red carpets and events in the past year it seemed, but he was also more handsome than the last time. He turned his head and your eyes locked, making you blush, and making him smile. He gently pressed a hand on someone’s back to alert that he was making his way behind him.

As if the giant could ever go unnoticed.

“Hi,” He said as he landed next to you, sipping from his drink. Something brown and in a rocks glass, one giant ice cube anchoring the liquid.

Of course.

“I feel like I needed to come over and speak to you – we seem to orbit each other at basically every red carpet this year.” He spoke, seemingly reading my mind. You smiled.

“That’s funny – I was just thinking that.”

Hozier nodded and his eyes scanned the crowd before landing back at you. It was like he was staring into your soul. Extending a hand, he smiled, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m –”

“I know who you are,” You admitted, somewhat bashfully as you shook his hand. “I’m a big fan. I’m–”

“I know who you are,” He echoed, a smirk playing on his lips mischievously, “I’m a big fan.”

You could feel your blush deepen as his smooth words washed over you. His accent was enough for you to want to drop your panties, and his smile was already sending your head upside down.

“Your ‘Best New Artist’ win was well deserved,” He continued. “Your album was one of my favorites this year. Selfishly, I hope you guys are working on another one.”

“Wow, thank you,” You breathed, your heart thumping in your chest, “That means a lot coming from one of like, the best lyricists of our generation.”

“Ah,” Hozier waved his hand, bashful, “Come now.”

You cocked an eyebrow and smiled, “You’re going to write something like ‘I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found, I'd be the choiceless hope in grief, that drove him underground’ and not expect to be considered that?”

He simply shrugged and sipped his drink. He was blushing, embarrassed.

“This album was also very good,” He changed the subject, speaking of the current album release party. He cleared his throat, “Even though this party sucks.”

You laughed and gently grabbed his forearm in agreement, “Yes! What is that about?!”

“I think it’s the DJ,” He admitted, leaning into you, “The guys releasing this album are buddies of mine, but I’m starting to think if I need to end our friendship based on the DJ they picked for this party.”

“The music he’s playing is making me feel old,” You admitted, “I don’t know any of the songs, and I don’t seem to really like it, either. Is this what our parents feel like when we were listening to Good Charlotte and Britney Spears?”

“Not mine. My mom loves Good Charlotte.” His eyes twinkled.

You laughed. Your eyes fell on your bandmates dancing to the music, obviously drunk off of the expensive beer being served at the open bar. You were acutely aware of Hozier standing next to you, his heat seemingly radiating.

“Is it an inappropriate time to tell you that I think you look beautiful tonight?” He asked, his breath warm on your ear as he leaned down to whisper it. Shivers were sent down your back as he spoke. You turned your head and looked at him, trying to play it cool with the smile that played on your lips.

“Probably not, considering how I’ve been thinking about how handsome you look since I saw you from across the room tonight.” You retorted, titling your head. He smiled and nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“I’m reminded of your beauty every time I see you at events,” Hozier said, his hand finding the small of your back, “And, admittedly, every time I scroll your Instagram feed.”

You laughed, “Hozier is my internet stalker, eh?”

“Can you blame me? That number you had on at the Grammy’s this year?” He made a face, whistling, “It took every ounce of strength not to follow your account as soon as you were done presenting on stage.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” You asked, almost interrupting him. He seemed taken aback, so you tried to backtrack, “I mean…in a bit. We could go somewhere where…the DJ doesn’t suck? After we finish our drinks.”

Hozier quickly chucked back the rest of his drink, putting the glass on the nearest table. “Let’s go.” He took your hand as you chugged the rest of yours as well, finding the spot next to his glass for yours.

He guided you through the party, his hand never leaving the small of your back. You felt heat rushing through you as you made your way to front door, and Hozier handed the valet his ticket. He turned to you.

“Did you drive here?”

You shook your head. “Car service.”

“Great. We can take my car then.”

As the valet pulled up in a sleek Audi, Hozier thanked him and handed him a large bill as a tip. He waited until you were situated in your seat before he slid into the driver’s side, closing his door and pulling into traffic. Some sort of blues-y jazz was coming through the speakers softly.

“So where are you kidnapping me to, Mr. Internet Stalker?” You teased, looking out the window at the lights of downtown L.A.

He smiled, “My hotel,” His voice was a low purr. You exchanged a glance as he leaned his head forward, in explanation, “The bar there is really nice. Live jazz band tonight. It’s mellow.”

You nodded and smiled. As your heart raced, you were trying to calm yourself down, fiddling with the clasp on the purse in your lap. Hozier’s arm was resting on the console in between you, and every so often, his hand inched closer to you. By the time he pulled into the swanky hotel parking lot, his large hand was resting gently on your thigh.

Your stomach was in excited knots.

After another valet exchange, Hozier took your hand and led you inside the hotel. It was grand and beautiful – a $500/night type place. To the right of the entrance was a beautiful restaurant, speakeasy in style. As promised, a four-piece band was set up in the corner of the bar, playing soft tunes and creating the atmosphere of an underground jazz club.

“Told you,” Hozier said, raising his eyebrows playfully, “And the drinks are great as well. Had one before the release party.”

“It’s really nice.” You awkwardly agreed. Hozier stopped for a moment, his face unreadable. He stood before you.

“I also have a minibar upstairs in my room, if you want something to drink.”

“Oh, that sounds much better.” The coil in your belly was itching to be sated, and you didn’t know how much you could play this cat-and-mouse game of will they/won’t they. For a moment, a darkness of lust flickered in his eyes, but he simply smiled and took your hand, leading you to the elevator. He scanned his room card and pressed the button to the top floor.

The air in the elevator was thick, heavy. You both stood facing the door, saying nothing. As the doors open and he led you to his suite, your heartbeat doubled in time. Flicking the lights on, he shut the door behind you, placing the lock in it’s place.

It took all of 30 seconds before your bodies crashed together, teeth clacking and moans erupting.

Hozier grabbed you and pushed your floor length dress up so they he was able to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair. You pulled back slightly, your breath ragged already.

“So what the fuck do I call you?” You asked, breathlessly.

Confused, he looked at you, “What?”

“I need to know what I’m saying when I scream your name later…is it Hozier, or is it Andrew?”

He barked out a laugh and bit your lip, “Andrew. Andrew is fine.” He pressed his lips on yours again, dropping on top of you as he guided you to the bed. His large hands ran their way up and down your waist, palming at the skin on your body. He was moaning, grunting into the kiss, as your tongues danced together. You felt his hands leave your waist and slip your heels off, your toes already curling.

Andrew pulled away and slipped off the tweed suit jacket he was wearing. He looked down at you as he shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“So fucking beautiful,” He murmured, pressing hot kisses down your neck. “So fucking sexy. Every time I see you.”

You moaned and pressed your hips to him slightly, causing him to gasp lightly in surprise. He kissed down your neck, to your collarbone, gently slipping the thin straps of your dress off of your shoulders. Licking a stripe from your neck to just above your breasts, he smiled, looking at you.

“Fuck,” You breathed, looking down at him. You watched as he stood, slipping off his shoes and socks next to the bed. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and slipped that off, revealing his thin, hairy chest. He was lean, built lithly but strong. Biting your lip, you stifled a moan. He was on you once again, pulling you into a kiss, his hand cradling the back of your neck. His other hand made quick work of the zipper on the back of your dress, and he shimmed it down, before sliding it off of you completely.

Revealing the intricate…shapewear…you wore underneath.

For a moment, both of you stopped breathing, looking down at the ugly, functional corset that covered your body. Embarrassed, you pressed your lips together before looking back at Andrew. Suddenly, both of you were in hysterics.

“I really wish I was wearing some sexy lingerie right about now.” You said, throwing your head back and cackling. Andrew laughed and peppered kisses on your cheeks, shaking his head as he undid the shapewear and took that off as well.

“That was brilliant,” He said, wiping a tear away from laughing, “What a fuckin’ reveal.” As he took it off, you were completely nude, your skin softly pressed against his fingers. He groaned as he took you in, “That’s much better.” His voice was back to husky, low.

He kissed you once more before his fingers found their way to your clit, spreading your legs gently. He didn’t take his eyes off of you as his fingers felt your wetness. Quickly, he inserted two fingers, pushing his long digits all the way in. You moaned and furrowed your brow as he didn’t move for a moment, letting you adjust.

“You’re so wet for me already, darlin’.” He purred, his forehead on yours. You whimpered and nodded. He started to pump inside of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Immediately you started to squirm, which made me smile.

“Jesus Christ, Andrew.” You said, your eyes flickering to his fingers moving in and out of you. Heat rose in you as you watched him, the pleasure evident on his face as he licked his lips. When your eyes found his again, you found him looking at you, and not his handiwork.

“I love seeing you like this,” He said plainly, “You’re so beautiful when you squirm.”

He increased his speed, causing you to buck your hips. He nodded, his eyes twinkling, as he continued to pleasure you with his fingers. He leaned down to kiss you – a hot, open-mouthed kiss, with his tongue finding yours immediately. You moaned into it as he curved his fingers inside of you and took your bottom lip in his mouth, sucking gently. Pulling away, he dipped his head and moved his tongue to your hardened nipple, sucking on the bud as your body started to convulse under him.

The coil in your belly was tightening, and fast. Your hips started to buck faster, your wetness pooling out on to his fingers. You started to repeat his name like a prayer, and as you moved closer to the edge, your hand found its way into his hair again, tugging lightly.

“I’m close.” You whimpered.

“I know,” He smiled, moving his mouth to your ear, “Come for me. Be a good girl.”

You gasped slightly at his words as the coil snapped, bucking your hips one last time before your orgasm sent waves of pleasure through you. You moaned loudly, gripping the back of his head tightly as he bit down on your earlobe, never stopping his fingers inside of you.

“That’s it,” He groaned, his voice raspy, “That’s it, pretty girl. Give it all to me. Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”

Your head swam and your heart raced, your eyes squeezed shut because you could focus. The pleasure that was spreading through you was warm, electric – it was one of the best orgasms you had ever had, and it was only with his fingers.

Jesus Fuckin’ Christ.

After a few moments, Andrew slipped his fingers out, causing you to open your eyes, your breath coming in heaving pants. He was smiling, obviously proud. Slowly, he licked his digits as he stood, moaning.

“Jesus, you taste delicious.” He said, looking at you. He undid the button and zipper on his pants, the obvious tent of his arousal very evident before he slipped them off. Down came his pants and boxer briefs, his large member springing free, wet with precum. He made his way over to a duffle bag thrown on a chair in the corner of the room and rifled through it, finally emerging with a condom in between his fingers. Opening it quickly, he slid it on himself, pumping himself a few times as he walked back to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Are you ready?” He asked, straddling himself in front of you, continue to stroke himself.

“Actually, if you’re not inside of me within the next few seconds I might lose my fucking mind.” You said, watching him. It was silly, but seeing him touch himself in front of you like that made him seem like a god. He smiled and crawled on top of you, slowly positioning himself at your entrance. As his tip teased your wet folds, you whimpered.

Finally, Andrew slid himself inside of you in a single thrust, his forehead finding yours again. Your moans filled the room, and as he started to pump inside of you, the familiar numb feeling of being filled spread throughout you.

“So good,” You said, closing your eyes and pressing your head to the pillow, “So, so good, Andrew.”

“That’s it,” He said, his breath hitching, “Wanna make you feel good. You make my cock feel so good.” He dipped his head in the crook of your neck as he started to slowly increase his pace, finding himself deeper inside of you. The sound of your wet skin slapping together filled the room, matched only by your breathy groans and his primal grunts.

“Fuck!” You shrieked, Andrew finding a particular spot that made your vision fuzzy. Andrew tilted his head up to look at you and he smiled.

“Yeah? Right there, darlin’?” He asked. You nodded, your brows knitted together. His hand found your chin, holding it roughly, “You like it when I fuck you right there?” You nodded again but he shook his head, “Lemme hear you say it, baby.” He gently commanded.

“Fuck. Yes, Andrew, right there!” You said, unable to take your eyes off of him. His eyes darkened as he continued to fuck you, his face flushing.

“My name sounds so good on your lips.” He groaned, continuing to pump in you. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he continued to hit your spot. His hand moved from your chin to your tits, and as he pinched your hardened nipples, you moaned. His thrusts became erratic, irregular.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” You toyed with him, taking a moment to bite down on his bottom lip, “My pussy so good you’re gonna come for me?”

“Fuck,” He barked, furrowing his brows, “You’re so fucking tight…you’re so wet…I’m gonna come soon. I’m close,” His face flushed deeper as he stared into your eyes, making your heart thunder in your chest. Suddenly, he squeezed his eyes shut, his head thrown back, voice parted in a silent moan.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, the condom filling with his orgasm. He jerked his hips, almost a spasm, as he moaned your name. His hands gripped the pillows on either side of you, his biceps flexing. You smiled as he finally opened his eyes, almost in submission as he rode out his orgasm. Your hands found their way to his back, gripping him and bringing him closer.

A few moments went by as he stayed inside of you, trying to catch up with his breathing. He placed gentle kisses on your cheek lazily, finally rolling out of you. Standing, he quickly made his way to the bathroom to toss the condom and clean himself up, but laid next to you again, scooping you up in his arms.

“You’re fucking incredible.” He murmured in your ear, his Irish accent coming out with his tired demeanor. You giggled and looked at him, brushing a sweaty lock of hair behind his ear.

“I’m really glad that party sucked so bad,” You said. He chuckled, his eyes still closed. Opening one, he looked down at you.

“Me too…” He paused for a moment, drawing you closer, “Though, even if that party was fun, I still would’ve made my way over to you.”

“Yeah?”

Andrew nodded and shifted so he was propping himself up on his elbow, “Yeah. I had been trying to muster up the courage for like…three awards shows to come over and say hi to you, now. Months worth of time.” He was somewhat bashful. You blushed.

“Well I’m glad you did.”

“Me too.” He reached out and started to brush his fingers through your hair, and you couldn’t help the fluttering in your chest.

That party sucked. But you were glad it did.

---

A/N: I'm actually kind of obsessed with their banter and relationship...should I make this multiple parts?! I was originally only planning on doing this as a oneshot but I kind love them (teehee).

As always, comments and reblogs mean a lot if you liked this one <3 Thanks for reading

#hozier fic #hozier fluff #hozier smut #hozier oneshot #hozier #the hoziest #hozier x reader #hozier x you #hozier fanfiction #hozier fan fiction

719 notes · View notes

inkskinned · 1 year

Text

okay yes it's often bad and hard and sometimes i am so anxious my whole body feels like it's vibrating but also at the same time the gps took me a different way on my drive and i got to see more of the river than i usually do and yesterday the sun was still above the horizon after 7pm and that was amazing and the whole sky turned an orange-gold like how they try to make ice cream taste; you know, one of those evenings that just tears you open no matter how jaded you get. it's warm for the first time here and people had lined up against the water just to stand outside and watch the sunset

and yeah it's tax season no i haven't done mine yet but when i mentioned it offhand in a single side-comment three days later my friend sent me a list of helpful tips and followed up to see if i'd need help on them

there's this parking lot for a walking trail near where i live and one of the two google reviews is my actual favorite: love it here. there were so many beautiful parking spots but sadly we could only take one. and no this person isn't going to go viral and probably the only people navigating to this spot are extremely local - but there's something so precious to me about someone taking the time to write something that will make strangers in their community laugh, even though there's no way for me to tell them good one! directly

yes i am not doing well sometimes i'm doing even very-badly but recently i have been given enough breathing room to say okay, this situation is bad, but then it will be over, and you will be moving onto the next thing and it's true that i need to get groceries and pay rent and argue with my health insurance but it is also true that in the absolute stress and anarchy of my life today someone recognized my dog before they recognized me and was so excited because "they tell everyone about the greyhound in the area and didn't get a picture before so can they take a picture now please"

in class we all stand in a circle and are all grown adults and for a moment while the teacher is figuring something out, we all hold hands, just to be silly and connected. for no reason at all at 8pm on a thursday my friends and i start breaking out the dance moves to high school musical. my coworker gchats me during a meeting about the book he recommended to me and i'm enjoying reading

i help a high school set up for a star-themed dance and while putting up streamers i find graffiti that says if you're reading this, i love you, and we're both going to get out of here right next to fuck everyone, live out of spite, don't let the fuckers make you die. on the bridge where i walk my dog someone has written i love you and on the sidewalk in chalk someone has written i love you and on the side of the water tower someone has written i love you

at the bottom of a text post an internet poet says - i love you, i love you, i love you. i've never met you, i love you because you exist and we exist together. and isnt that enough for now. just for this moment, i mean. like, if you just close your eyes and breathe - somewhere, across this world, i love you, because you're here with me.

#writeblr #pos #i am actually not doing well at all but the spring is bringing hope back at least lol

2K notes · View notes

bruciemilf · 2 years

Text

ACTUALLY, you guys WILL listen to my Bruce & Officer Martinez brain rot because they have Peak " grumpy sunshine " and " asshole sunshine" dynamic and I'm not letting it go

Here's the thing about Jim Gordon; He has patience; He has tact. But he's also a petty shit, and God almighty, he WARNED Batman to stop his solo crime busting for extra dangerous cases

So yes; He gestures to Martinez, sugar cream on his moustache, files overfilling his arms. He tries to wave. They fall everywhere. ''This is your divine punishment "

"... Did you really just refer to Martinez as a punishment?"

" Honestly, I'm just happy to be included!"

Martinez is still SUPER sketchy about Batman, but of course he freaks out in the Batmobile; Yes, it's from the back-seat, but it still MATTERS, - " You know, my aunt is actually a mechanic, and-"

And that's the second thing Bruce writes about him in his profile journal; First thing being 'Talks too much.' Second is Family man.

But he actually listens to everything because it's comforting to know Gotham allows some love to survive.

And Bruce REFERENCES all stories. When they investigate different sources he's like " This is a professional dismemberment. We should ask your brother's opinion"

" My brother?" " I'd ask mine, but I don't have one." " No asshole I mean - you know my brother's a surgeon? You listen to me?" " I always listen."

FIGHTING OVER THE RADIO! GIVE IT TO ME! BECAUSE YOU JUST KNOWWWW BRUCE PLAYS THREE DAYS GRACE AND SKILLET AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

" you listen to this shit??? Unironically?? THIS is REAL music" and then-

" GIMME GIMME GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT-"

And also a ton of Nicki Minaj. " PULL UP IN THE MONSTER AUTOMOBILE GANGSTA-"

Bruce almost rearranges his whole skeleton right there; Martinez eventually figures out that it's Bruce's special interest so he apologises, " I'm sorry I called you out on your terrible taste. We can listen to that Bridge song or whatever"

*shaking with rage* " It's. Not. Called. That."

Literally give me Martinez whining Bruce's ear off until they reach a drive through, and Bruce is just standing there like a STATUE

Martinez leveled up to front seats and is rubbing his hands together like a greedy gremlin, but Bruce does Not move. " Welcome to Bat Burger can I take your order? Hello?" And Bruce is just. Petrified

" Can I had- have, can I - um,"

" what was that?"

" ... Burger"

He pins Martinez face to headboard and makes him SWEAR he won't tell anyone about it but Martinez is too busy laughing his ass off

Martinez always talking about Bruce, - He gave my sister a job as a security guard after she got out of prison. Murdering her rapist, you know how it is

"... I don't, actually." " Well yeah, you grew up in the good part of town, probably" "There's no good part. Only good coincidences."

"... Oh yeah, you're DEFINETLY rich."

Martinez and Selina strangers to enemies, 500k words, slow burn.

Martinez is a dog boy and she's a cat girl. It was expected. She kicks his seat in the Batmobile and he readjusts his chair as LOW as possible just to annoy her

" Crazy cat lady KNOWS something. "

" Don't call her that."

" I don't have to, her smell does it for me, - wait. Are you... Are you HOT for her? SERIOUSLY?"

And so what if Bruce's fast feels hot under his cowl? " Now's not really the time for a jealous scene."

" Oh I'M not jealous, bro. She's in your pants, I'm your emergency contact and organ donor. We aren't even in the same highway."

" ...When did you do that?"

" We don't have time to talk about all that-"

Martinez super casually mentioning he knows Bruce's identity. " Thanks for your help, Mr. Wayne"

[SHOCKED SILENCE]

" How... How did you?"

" BRO. I'd know that jawline in death."

#bruce wayne #batman #the batman #batman 2022 #officer martinez #jim gordon #selina kyle #dc comics #dc #dcu #battinson #text #text post #headcanons #REBLOG THIS #(please)

813 notes · View notes

castletown-cafe · 9 months

Text

Castletown Café Episode 27: Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie

It's been 8 years.....doesn't seem like that long, does it? On September 15th, 2015, Undertale launched to the world and took the internet by storm, delighting gamers young and old and capturing their hearts and minds with the story, humor, memorable characters, and beautiful music. Without Undertale, there wouldn't be Deltarune.

It's safe to assume that the pie Kris stole between Chapters 1 and 2 as well as the pie Toriel later teaches Susie how to bake is the same pie from Undertale: butterscotch-cinnamon pie. It's the pie Toriel is known for in Undertale, where she asks you early on in the game which flavor you prefer. It doesn't matter if you choose cinnamon or butterscotch, because she later bakes you one delicious pie with both flavors included that compliment each other perfectly.

This pie is well known by fans to restore your health to full HP, regardless of the route you take (which effects how much max HP you have). It even has plot significance! If you know, you know.

Since Undertale's launch, I've made butterscotch-cinnamon pie every September to commemorate it's anniversary. In previous years, I followed pre-existing recipes, but this year, I have concocted my own! The results are a beautiful custard pie with a perfectly-set filling and it tastes as heavenly as the pies I'd made in the past!

While many butterscotch pie recipes out there include a meringue topping, I always opt for a cinnamon-vanilla whipped topping, inspired by @terribletriocreations butterscotch-cinnamon pie recipe. That said, I'd love to try out my butterscotch-cinnamon pie recipe with a meringue topping one of these days!

There are so many different ways to make butterscotch pie, from the simple to the advanced. You can make it with the browning butter method, or use butterscotch chips, or an easy brown sugar and butter custard filling. Mine is the latter category; great for any beginner and easy to make! Here we go!

BUTTERSCOTCH-CINNAMON PIE:

1 pie crust, pre-made or made from scratch

1 cup firmly-packed dark brown sugar

3 tablespoons flour

3 tablespoons cornstarch

Pinch of salt

2 cups milk

4 egg yolks, divided

3 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Cinnamon-Vanilla Whipped Topping:

1 cup heavy cream

3 tablespoons powdered sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla

1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Roll out pie crust and line a pie dish with it. Make sure the crust fits the dish, trim off any excess dough, and dock the bottom with a fork.

Crimp the edges of the crust around the rim of the pie dish. I do it by pinching the dough with my fingers and thumb, but using a fork or another utensil works, too.

In a small bowl, scramble one egg yolk with a little bit of water and brush the rim to gloss the edges of the pie.

Grab a sheet of foil and place in the pie, then fill with dried beans or pie weights. Bake the crust for about 7-10 minutes. After that, remove it from the oven for a moment.

Remove the beans or pie weights and place a pie shield on the rim of the pie shell to prevent the crust rim from overcooking. If you don't have a pie shield, grab a sheet of foil and place it over the pie, cutting out the center where the filling should go. Instant pie shield! Now, bake your pie crust again for another 5-7 minutes, or until your crust is fully baked. Remove it from the oven yet again. If the crust puffs up at the bottom, squish it back down with a spoon.

In a small mixing bowl, beat 3 egg yolks and set aside.

In a saucepan over medium heat, combine brown sugar, flour, cornstarch, and salt. Whisk together for 30 seconds, then slowly add the milk while continuing to whisk in order to prevent any clumps or lumps from forming.

Cook the mixture, stirring constantly to prevent burning, until it's nice and thick and is bubbling a wee bit.

Stir in the butter and keep cooking as the butter melts. After that, keep stirring and cooking for a few more minutes, then remove from heat.

With a ladle, slowly incorporate (while whisking) 1 cup of the hot butterscotch mixture into the egg yolks to temper the eggs and prevent scrambling from occurring. Once you've added and mixed it together, feel free to add just a little more butterscotch, slowly, to ensure that the eggs gradually got hot enough. Then simply pour your egg mixture back into the saucepan with the remaining butterscotch.

Return your butterscotch to medium heat and cook again for another 3 minutes or so, then stir in the vanilla and cinnamon until fully incorporated.

Pour that butterscotch filling into your prepared pie shell and bake once again for another 7-10 minutes. Remove your pie from the oven and let it cool completely. Once cooled, your custard should be completely set and ready for the whipped topping!

In another mixing bowl, combine heavy cream, powdered sugar, vanilla, and cinnamon and beat on medium speed until stiff peaks form. Attach your decorating tip of choice to a piping bag and place it in a tall glass to fill it with the whipped cream. As you would with decorating a cake, pipe the whipped topping over your pie in any pattern or design you'd like. If you want, you can sprinkle the top with a little extra ground cinnamon for a finishing touch. Enjoy and stay determined! ❤

#castletown cafe #undertale #deltarune #undertale 8th anniversary #butterscotch cinnamon pie #cw food #toriel #my art #deltarune fanart #undertale fanart #undertale inspired recipe #deltarune inspired recipe #sorry for accidentally deleting this im drunk

51 notes · View notes

eisforeidolon · 7 months

Text

Question: Enjoy your whiskey?

Jared: Uh, not yet. Thank you for asking. Canadian Club? Yeah, I've had it before, thank you so much it was exciting. She gifted us a, like, seven gallon bottle of Canadian Club yesterday. We have not tried it just yet, but I think I remember what it tastes like -

Jensen: [whispers into mic] I drank it last night.

Jared: [fake outrage] You what?!

Question: That is why he didn't sing last night, y'all. Sorry.

Jensen: Yeah, I was in the business end of a Canadian - [Jared makes A Face] bottle of whiskey.

Jared: You paused at the wrong time!

Jensen: I did.

Jared: You said, I was at the business end of a Canadian ... [rushed and emphatic] bottle of whiskey!

Jensen: [???]

Jared: Grammar is important! Yes, of course.

Question: My question is, it's more for Jensen, but feel free to answer, Jared. Of all the music that has been released that you've been a part of, Radio Company, any collabs you've done? Do you have a favorite song of yours?

Jared: That's yours.

Jensen: Favorite song of mine?

Question: That you sang, Louden Swain, Jason Manns, Radio Company, just Steve Carlson -

Jensen: Oh, oh, oh. Uh ... I dunno.

Audience member: Angeles!

Jensen: Yeah, I like Angeles because I think that was probably the first time that I, like put myself out there [Jared nods] in that way, which was, y'know, a little scary, but I had some good, I had some good encouragement from some good friends to do so. So I'd say that one kind of holds a special place for me.

Jared: I remember that day vividly.

Jensen: When we - on set?

Jared: I remember that day vividly.

Jensen: 'Cause I did that on set.

Jared: On set, same place we did our, uh, voice over, the sound truck.

Jensen: Don Painchaud who was our sound mixer on set for all 15 seasons had a soundproof truck that we would go and do our voice over recordings while we were filming. So we'd be on set and hen we'd take a break and then he and I would hop in there and do voice over work for an episode that we had previously filmed. And I had asked him, I was like, hey - he is also an avid collector of like vintage microphones. And I said, hey I got a buddy coming up here, we're looking to lay down some vocal tracks for a song. Could we do that in the truck? And he's like, oh, yes! And he's like I'm gonna go home this weekend and I'm gonna get a couple of my mics like [mic names] or whatever, some fancy, like vintage vocal recording mic. And he brought it in and he set it up and we actually did it while we were - while I was filming. And so yeah.

Jared: Do you remember who filmed behind the scenes inside the truck?

Jensen: You.

Jared: Yep!

Jensen: [laughs] Yeah, there's some shots from the -

Jared: Inside of it.

Jensen: music video where, yeah, Jared's actually got the camera and he's like [mimes panning a camera] doing this, gettin Steve and I.

Jared: And the inside of a sound truck that's basically the back of a U-Haul, with all the little -

Jensen: Like not much bigger than this drum set. You can't fit a whole lot of things in there.

Jared: And also, if you go like this [inhales], it picks it up. It picks up everything.

Jensen: You have to be completely silent.

Jared: So I'm trying to do cool shit, but my keys are jangling in my pocket and he's like gotta go again. And I'm like sorry, like throwing keys down.

Jensen: Yeah, Jared is effectively a moose in a china shop.

Jared: I would not get hired as a ninja. Though I like to pretend I would be. [Jensen laughs] That was a great day, yeah. Thank you for your question and thank you for the Canadian Club -

Jensen: It was delicious.

Jared: I hope that there's some left that I can try.

#jaxcon 2023 #j2 gold panel #long post

27 notes · View notes

sohnric · 3 months

Note

spread some love !

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

sweet anon this is such a cute ask let me reply right away or else i'll forget

@satoruly - miri is my longest friend on here. she knows me, she gets me and i honestly have never had a healthier friendship than with her. she is very well spoken, she taught me a lot about lots of different things, she offers me honest advice and is always so supportive of me. she is the best writer around, she is so so fun to talk to, she is very understanding and openminded. miri is my soulmate and i feel the safest with her. i enjoy listening to her long voice memos like it's a podcast, i enjoy hearing her talk about literally anything she is interested in. she has good tv show recommendations and i am so proud of her for everything and i will support her forever and always. it's hard for me to put emotions to words, but miri is my best friend and i am beyond thankful to know her in this lifetime.

@csenke - my favorite long distance friend our bond will forever be special to me because you're the first online person i've ever met irl. i love her energy, i love her sense of humor, i love how we can talk about fun things but also more serious ones. i love her aesthetic and i forever think she is the coolest person i know. i like how vocal she is with the love she has for her interests and her idols and her favorite musicians. i enjoy how our music tastes match and how similar we are with different phases of our lives, which makes me believe we are platonic neighbors for sure. she's very fun to be around and talk to and i admire her courage and also her energy. she's very easy-going and down to earth. she's so cool yet so adorable. also, an icon.

@from-izzy - izzy is the asian version of me and i am the white version of her. i like her humor and the way we tease each other and poke fun. i enjoy having someone with the same major as my online friend because it lets me talk about this nerdy interest of mine with someone else and compare our knowledge and teach each other more. i admire izzy's emotionality and her mature way of handling things. i like her supportiveness and even though its unfortunate, it's good to have someone who shares the same struggles with you. i love izzy's energy and view of life. she's very cute and kind <3 oh and also she makes me feel special lol

@sanaxo-o - i'd like to say me and sana have chaotic sibling energy. i like our chats because we can talk about lighthearted things but also more deep stuff. i like her stickers and random meme pictures she sends in chat. she works hard and puts in a lot of effort. her energy is unmatched and although we used to bully each other for fun, she is very compassionate and caring.

@sungbeam - i adore beam as both a creator and as a person. i always sound like a fangirl whenever i talk about her but i really can't help it. her mind is so big and her creativity is unmatched. she is very good at her craft and i hope she never stops doing it. our talks were always very deep and productive, for some reason. beam has this energy of being older than me but she's actually younger so that makes me a lil :DD. i look up to her in many aspects and she's so cool omg.

@cloverdaisies - another one that feels like she's supposed to be older than me. i adore clo's maturity and the way she handles things, her humor and her over-all energy. we don't talk much but there's something that lights up in me whenever we do. also i find clo so cool. OH and her writing is unmatched >>>

@decembermoonskz - another friend that's known me for ages. izzy you are such an anchor and a safe space for me. i've always adored your mind and the way it works. you are so creative and artistic and i support you in everything your majestic mind comes up with. your persona is so warm and welcoming and i feel very positive whenever we talk. i miss you lots <3

@okkotsu-simp - kyuzu is forever my younger sister. she is very strong and very mature for her age. i adore how she speaks up and uses her voice on things and i also very much enjoy her energy. i miss talking to her but we're both so busy now :( i am always rooting for her.

@injangism - i admire her maturity and the way she is so well-spoken. she handles everything so well and i love her lots. she always makes sure to subtly tell me she cares and i wish i can to the same to her as well. her mind is very big and i know she can do big things. <3

and lastly my sweet aimee, although we can't talk anymore, i think of you daily. you were the sweetest, nicest person around. you were so selfless and i hope to one day be as kind as you were. your smile was always the brightest and i trusted you with everything. i miss you dearly and let's hope one day we meet again, angel <3

#despite being a writer im not really good with words when it comes to expressing my emotions #i love those people so bad and i hope they feel how special they are to me #ask #anon #ask game

15 notes · View notes

biblioklept-writes · 2 years

Text

His Goddess (Aemond Targaryen x f!reader)

Summary: Now that the war is prevented by a betrothal of Princess Jaehaera and Aegon III, you feel needy after the feast and the celebrations. Aemond shows your just how much you mean to him

Warnings: fem!reader, nsfw (smut without a plot), no one is dead (except Viserys), breeding kink, slight choking, creampie, p-in-v unprotected sex, slight ooc Aemond (?), reader is of non specified ethnicity and house, was team green, wife!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

PS: This is my first time writing smut so I'd really appreciate some tips on how to improve my writing. Do help a girl out with constructive criticism. Also, I am posting this as another treat for my birthday hehe.

The night air buzzed with the upbeat music, for the feast was grander than any ever held in a while. It was to celebrate the union of the Greens and the Blacks: Princess Jaehaera was betrothed to Rhaenrya’s youngest: Aegon III. While your husband, Aemond, wasn’t too happy about it, he accepted it as a necessary means to end the conflict.

But presently, Aemond was preoccupied by admiring his lover and wife. She had left a little early and was now dressed in a scanty black nightgown, beautiful legs on display for him. You rested on your elbows on your bed, looking up at the high ceiling lost in thought. Oh, how magnificent he thought you were: and with that divine neck on display, the only thought in his head was how much better it would look with all the bruises that he was desperate to give.

“What’s occupying your mind, my lord husband?” you whispered, not looking away from the ceiling. “Your gaze burns through my soul,”

“I believe my thoughts are too inappropriate for a lady of your stature,” he said, the kissable lips upturned in a slight smirk.

“Surely they cannot be more inappropriate than mine,” You challenged, now fixing your gaze on him. “Cannot be too inappropriate to share with the woman you have been with the past couple of years,”

You lazily rose from her place, and strode toward him sitting on the large chair, stopping when you were right in his face. It took every last drop of his willpower to not grab you and leave open-mouthed kisses all over your body, to rip the flimsy garment off in an instant. He knew what being drunk in lust was - but today was different, much different. There was no war looming outside the window, there was no threat that they’d be trampled at any moment.

You leaned forward, holding his wrists on the arms of the chair and leaned closer to him, so close that they were breathing the same air. “I do not possess your infinite patience, my prince.” you breathed against him, lips brushing slightly when you spoke. “And I am nothing, if not a whore for you,”

No amount of patience would have prepared him to accept those words. He pulled her close, onto his lap and fervently kissed her, eye shutting close at the intensity of the pleasure. His mind was filled with images of the nights he had gotten to spend with his divine lover, both giving into the primal carnal needs of the body and the soul. Right now, all he could think about was the few nights that she had been on top of him, hair a hot mess and his name on your lips like a prayer chant while his cock throbbed inside your warmth.

Your hands are now tangled in his silver hair, tugging at the root and eliciting a grunt from him as the tongues clashed, fighting to taste each other, to commit the taste to memory. He felt like he knew her mouth better than he knew his own. His hands are on her hips, grip bruising to find a semblance of connection to reality. All he can think of is that he is dead and this hell, tying him with his lust. You roll your hips against his pelvis, and a strained groan left his throat. With the pretty noises leaving your mouth and the torturous movements of your warm cunt against his hard cock, he thinks he can finish right there.

He effortlessly picks you up and gently drops you on the bed, fighting for control. He swiftly undoes his silken pants and drops them, moving on to his tunic and then the eye patch. Never his lilac gaze leaves yours, intent on memorising every face that you make. Now bare, he kisses you again, with an urgency he lacked before. He rips the flimsy black nightie from your body, and starts fondling with your pretty tits, their weight perfect in his hands as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

“You are a goddess among men and women, my love,” he claims, breathless. He pinches your perk nipple, eliciting another moan from your mouth. “I have never seen such a divine creature,” he moves the hair away from your face and pinches the other nipple, earning a similar reaction.

Your body felt like it was set on fire, like the blood in your veins had turned to molten metal and was threatening to burst out of your body. You had your dragon husband to blame for it mostly, and your yearning for him. A strangled gasp left your mouth as his long, slender fingers brushed past your opening, gathering the wetness and then settling on your clit, his pace deliberate in a sweet torture.

His lilac eye is wide and dark, focused on your cunt as you squirm and mewl, the glowing sapphire in his eye socket making him all the more seraphic. Aemond was made by the gods just for you, the old gods and the new working together to make this perfect man who loved you, owned you and took care of you. It was evident in his carved cheekbones that glowed in the firelight, the passion in his lilac eye and the sapphire in the other; his silver hair glowed as if made of liquid moonlight and his calloused hands elicited sounds from you that you didn’t know you could make.

Aemond whispers your name, like it's a chant, a prayer, rapidly losing any control that he had over himself. His digits prod at your hole and then enter you, making you arch your back in pleasure as a moan left your pretty mouth. He curled his fingers inside to get to that spot that had you squirming, but he held you in place with a firm arm across your hips. His dexterous fingers spread you open, readying you to take his cock. Even after all these years, you had not seemed to mould to his girth and size.

Each sound that leaves your pretty mouth goes straight to his cock, the tip now a violent red with the lack of friction and attention. Once he feels you open up, he removes his digits from your cunt, making you whine at the emptiness. “Need you now, Aemond,” you whined. “Need your cock in my cunt.”

A heavy sigh escaped his lungs, and he managed to say, “You shall get what you asked for, my love.” The both of you groaned when his tip breached your entrance, your wet walls gripping on him, his cock stretching them with that pleasurable burn that left you demanding more from him. “I will fill you up, make you carry my children,” he promised. “Open your eyes, princess,”

You struggled to keep your eyes focused on him, the hot coil of pleasure building up rapidly in the pit of your stomach. Your cunt throbbed with his promise of filling you up, the rhythmic spasms faltering his brutal pace. He roughly grabbed your knee and threw your legs over his muscular shoulders, the new angle letting him hit deeper. The tip of his cock felt like it was right in your womb, the pain blurring with pleasure as the hot coil threatened to snap.

His cock twitched, aching for release, and his digits found home on your clit, rubbing it just the way that had you screaming his name louder than before. His other hand rested on your neck, holding it tight enough to make you gasp for breath as the coil snapped and you fell over the edge, white hot pleasure blinding you as his warm seed filled you up. Aemond was gasping your name like you were his sanity, tightly gripping on your hip and his eye shut in pure pleasure.

Aemond collapsed on top of you, not yet pulling out. In the post coital haze, you thought he was the best he ever looked, with his straight silver hair tickling your neck as he inhaled your scent, memorising it. “You are my goddess, my alter,” he whispered in your ear, sounding blissfully exhausted. “Gods above, the thought of you filled with my babies is enough to make me want go hard again,”

Shivering deliciously with the memory of your orgasm, you said, “Give me two minutes and you can fuck me again,” grinning cheekily in his hair, and stroking his pale back you added, “We have to make sure it sticks,”

The grunt you received in response was the sexiest noise he had ever made.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #no minors please #s writes

204 notes · View notes

lxvergirl-exe · 1 month

Note

Love your style, although I wonder what is your man-style (aka type) ?

oh my type in men? how fun! <3

okay visually I'd date everyone I find attractive which is fully random. my dating history proves that. I do however like men with a cool style and good hygiene is essential.

my type is someone who is kind (also to strangers). but can stand up for themselves and others. open-minded. self-reflected. similar humor to mine. likes anime. is chill. gives me space when i need it. good conversationalist. distinctive personality. not jealous. sexually compatible with me. horny 24/7. respectful. patient and understanding. loves animals. emotionally intelligent. likes that I talk a lot. also talks a lot. supportive. same worldview as me. nice to have would be a similar taste in music and someone who likes my friends. it makes things easier. <3

#asksexe

11 notes · View notes

fallenclan · 7 months

Note

okay, I have a few songs in mind for that Otterslip pmv! Just to let you know what to expect between all of these :) Give me your thoughts on these songs, I love these all dearly and really want to create something with all of these.

Toba the Tura by Forgiven Durden

Introduction to the Show by ミラクルミュージカル (Miracle Musical)

Alternatively, I use the Hawaii Part II Part II demo for Introduction to the Show because that version goes so hard. 10/10 demos. The piano is so crisp.

Time Machine by ミラクルミュージカル (Miracle Musical)

I will be using either the 1st or 2nd demo if I decide to do this song. The polished version on the official record won't do for Otterslip.

The Rockrose and The Thistle by The Amazing Devil

Worms by Viagra Boys

Poplar St by Glass Animals

I'd have to do this one carefully. Might have to edit my own version of the song for the pmv

I will be watching this post, so if anyone has more ideas.... then please share them in the replies or smth :)

-🎲

YOUR MUSIC TASTE IS SO GOOD. all of these songs are fantastic and they fit Otterslip so well,,, i've listened to almost all of them before but i still had to make myself a little playlist to refresh my memory and listen to them with the context of Otterslip in mind. devastating btw, in the best possible way. putting my thoughts below the cut bc they might get a little long!

Toba the Tura:

SUCH a good song. especially for Otterslip. a few lyrics that really stood out to me.

THE LAST ONE ESPECIALLY. that whole ending monologue just SCREAMS Otterslip. the girl he loved vacating to a new place? his daughter dying and going to the afterlife. a mountainous wall of stone to separate themselves from him??? its. a fucking mountain. they live in a mountain. theirs would be the light, his would be the dark. oughghghghg sobs and wails and cries forever

Introduction to the Snow:

what if i cried. man this song is so fucking SAD. and also not in a way. would work fantastic if one wanted to do a really lonesome depressing take on Otterslip's exile. im picturing an animatic with very few pov changes, just Otterslip maybe watching the stars or traveling through the outside of Fallenclan's territory, up until "you'll live forever tonight" and the piano afterwards, then i'm seeing lots of glimpses of his past life in Fallenclan, and the events leading up to Stormsight's death. ougghh

Time Machine:

GOD THIS WORKS SO WELL WITH HIS EXILE. "you'll have enough time to spend some time alone" HES LITERALLY ALONE. dice anon youre going to turn me into an Otterslip apologist. hes literally leaving today

The Rockrose and the Thistle:

jaw drop. a friend of mine introduced me to this band a while back but HOW HAVE I NOT HEARD THIS ONE. this song fits Otterslip so good its crazy. here's a couple lyrics that stick out to me

i'm definitely seeing some hints of Grassroot in this song. maybe he's singing it to her, maybe she's singing it to him, idk but shes There. ouches

Worms:

i've never heard this song OR this band before and it fucking RULES so first off thanks for pointing me in that direction. second OUGH i can see the Otterslip here. no lyrics in particular stand out to me but the Vibes... man the vibes they fit so well. i can see him singing this to Stormsight, esp since the "the same worms that eat me will one day eat you too" has such a threatening sound to it,,

Poplar St:

MY HEART. god this is so good and it works so well. again no lyrics really stick out to me in particular but MAN. the stress on "free falling love addict" is getting to me. considering Stormsight fell to his death. ouch.

conclusion! these are all fantastic song choices and you are a fucking genius. i'm almost temped to something with Toba the Tura myself, except i know I'd never finish it lmao. and as a side note, if you've never heard the Chonny Jash covers of a lot of Miracle Musical songs i would highly recommend. they aren't for everyone but personally I like them better than some of the originals, even.

and back to the topic of Otterslip: here's all the songs I have on his playlist at the moment (though i will be adding. probably all of the ones youve suggested.) in case you wanted more inspiration or simply some good tunes to listen to.

ty for your wonderful ask!!! you have given me much to think about...

#fallenasks #fallenmusic #dice anon

19 notes · View notes

witchofthemidlands · 18 days

Text

witchofthemidlands thoughts on “the devil's chord”

i know i KNOW maestro is bad but jinx monsoon, you scary legend, can you stay in the whoniverse forever 🎶😍🎶

✨ this is my personal opinion, media is subjective you might not agree with my opinions & that's just fine✨

i love that we’ve got an episode focused on music, my headphones are an anxiety ridden day away from being surgically attached to my soul. music is soothing, is it is my peace & doctor who has such beautiful music from the gorgeous theme tune to stunning pieces of music like: “songs of captivity & freedom”, “love don't roam” “turn left”, “who are you?”, “clara’s diner”, “my angel put the devil in me”, “the long song”, “the lone dalek”, “martha triumphant”, “the greatest story never told”, “this is gallifrey”, “the doctor forever” to “the goblin song” & scene stealing music choices like “tainted love”, “toxic”, “voodoo child”, “chances”, “rise up” & “spice up your life” doctor who is full to the brim of the most emotive & captivating tunes that i thank that it is fantastic that it’s the focus of an episode of my favourite show of all time.

this might just be me but the opening… it's giving rocketman.

MAESTRO 😍 the costume is everything this is one of the best introductions to a whoniverse villain i’ve seen in ages.

HENRY HARBINGER 😂 why i laughed so hard at that one i don't know.

is it just me or is maestro giving ✨winifred sanderson✨

ahh! ☹️ no continuation from the carla & cherry ending ☹️

fifteen, that red shirt is beautiful 🤩

“IVE GOT WIGS GALORE” oh 🥹 he's so happy! this is so lovely to see a version of the doctor just being so joyful, they're having the best time with their new friend & it’s incredible. i love them both so much, i love them going to pick outfits together (headcanon that they do each other's makeup)

pictures of this episode have been around ages but they look immaculate.

ruby being so joyful & having the best time is so lovely to see (the happiness is not going to last so i am clinging onto these moments like a space baby clinging to ruby 😭😩😭)

i still think it’s so odd that the beatles are characters 😅

honestly i know it’s meant to be bad but that would probably be up there with one of my favourite beatles songs if it were real.

am i cracking up or is that the same lady who was talking to isaac newton in wild blue yonder? 😬 is she the new “bad wolf” / “saxon” 😬

the spoon falling past the salt 👀 fourtenth fucked around & fifteen’s finding out 😭

SUSAN MENTION?!!! A SUSAN MENTION. A SUSAN FOREMAN MENTION? nah, nah because a friend of mine will hopefully back me up on this. i was literally saying hours before “the devil's chord” aired that i wished that there had been a new who update on susan because i'd always assumed that she might have chosen not to regenerate after living a long life with david or had gone back to fight & died in the early days of the time war. i now have a canon update on susan so be careful what you wish for i guess 😅

i am even more convinced that mrs. flood might turn out to be susan now.

ruby wrote music to her friend trudy when a girl broke her heart 🥺 ruby sweetheart i love you 🥺

THE GIGGLE 😨 i will admit from when i first saw a picture of maestro & they brought up the legions in the specials that maestro would be a part of it or even the one who waits but i got near taken out when the doctor said THE PANTHEON. ARE THEY GOING TO MAKE THE PANTHEON OF DISCORD THE LEGIONS?!?? THE WAY I LOST MY ENTIRE MIND THE SECOND THE WORD PANTHEON WAS SAID IT DID SOMETHING TO ME PHYSICALLY.

possibly the most useful sonic in the doctor's history. i really hope they make a replica of this, it looks like it would be an incredible fidget accessory.

“the world did not end in 1963” oh nooo love 😭 this is not going to end well 😬

ruby mentioning beyoncé & sam fender, i know she's in a band & seems to be musical but ruby OFFICIALLY has taste. the sam fender name drop especially near took me out because his music is just otherworldly, i love his music so much 🤩

OHH THE APOCALYPSE LANDSCAPE AHHH THIS IS GIVING ME FLASHBACKS TO THAT ONE ELEVEN & AMY GAME I HAD AN UNHOLY ADDICTION TO AS A CHILD.

honestly doctor who hits harder than crack.

😭 “where's my mum?” 😭 i wanted to hug MY mum after sweet ruby said this 😭

MAESTRO THOSE SHOES 😍

i feel like if the toymaker & maestro were in the same room it would rival the cinematic masterpiece that is the great dalek & cybermen roast of doomsday.

the doctor kissing the tardis, never change you beautiful person.

“playing lovesick songs for heartbroken lesbians” a) ruby, i may require your services one day & b) IS THIS THE FIRST TIME THEY'VE ACTUALLY USED THE WORD LESBIAN ON DOCTOR WHO?!?! 🥹 this lesbian salutes this episode!

the aesthetic of maestro's notes is everything to me it may be deadly but so aesthetically pleasing. they are a work of art, the notes & maestro 😍

👀 alien ruby alien ruby alien ruby 👀perhaps even one of the legion 👀😬👀

yessss! doctor who epic musical battle

“i have lived & i have loved” 😭 every time fifteen says something like this, it goes to the very core of me, how ncuti delivers the full range of emotions as the doctor is just incredible, he is incredible. he's officially in my top favourite versions of the doctors (he was already but this, this makes it forever)

the dog song is going to save the day.

the dog song, did not in fact save the day, but eh at least it worked (maestro don't goooo 😭😩😭)

what if the one who waits is the trickster? my clown hat went on the SECOND the doctor mentioned the pantheon & the trickster is always waiting for a way to breakthrough to the main universe, it is also one the most terrifying villains rtd has ever created & was somehow one of the main antagonists of a children’s show, if you're reading this & are not familiar with “the sarah jane adventures” this thing is scarier than some of the really intense doctor who villains, the trickster is no joke. i have always thought it would be incredible to have the trickster in doctor who because whilst they pushed it as far as they could on “the sarah jane adventures” i think that they could make the trickster one of the scariest creatures to exist in the whoniverse on doctor who.

A MUSICAL NUMBER?!! brilliant 😂

THERE'S ALWAYS A TWIST AT THE ENDDDDDDD 💃🏻

THE DOCTOR LOOKS SO HAPPY 🥹

MURRAY GOLD?!? (where’s the series 10 soundtrack, king 😭)

harbinger 😬

the dancing on abbey road in the brought such a smile to my face ahh i love them so much 😊🥰😊

THE TARDIS HAS THE LAST NOTES 🥹

FANTASTIC 🤩 BONKERS 🤩 AHHHHH my brain just can't comprehend this one, it's just happy explosions of pure whoniverse joy in there.

jinx monsoon has played one of the best villains i have seen on doctor who in ages, what a performance, what an outfit (maestro i want your silver shoes from the apocalypse) it would be bad but selfishly i want them back.

am now wondering if “ruby sunday” may end up being something to do with the trickster, yes, i know that would be repeating history because of sky but those stories were never actually made so perhaps they're recycling the idea? would not be the first time that this is happened, that balls to the wall masterpiece of a show that is wizards vs aliens got some of the planned “the sarah jane adventures” stories after all.

this season has got off to such a good start, i can't wait to see what’s next, “the devil’s chord” was brilliant, it really wasn't what i was expecting & i love it, better than all my expectations, i will watch this one for years to come with either the biggest smile on my face or 😬 depending on what happens to ruby 😭

next week is… the return of moffat 😬 i will be fair, i promise to watch the episode with an open mind & judge it purely on how the episode is as it presents itself without any underlying negativity just because of the writer. i say this because i might need to be reminded of this when i come back to talk about “boom” because i am still upset about what happened to bill. yes, moffat has written some incredible episodes of doctor who, some fantastic stories, i'm not for one second saying that he hasn't but the last time i watched something moffat wrote i unleashed hell into an essay for my degree because he ruined my favourite characters from my second favourite book in the world.

#maestro #fifteenth doctor #ruby sunday #the devil's chord #new new who #doctor who #whoniverse #dw spoilers #dw theory #dw thoughts #kat’s thoughts 🍄#dw criticism #just in case because of my comments on a certain writer

9 notes · View notes

crayonfears · 29 days

Note

Man just saw your comments and you really don’t know how happy I am 😭 btw I would love to know If you have some little headcanons about these 2 losers (doesn’t matter if they sad, happy or just plain weird😃) because for me I always think about the little things they like for example what kind of music do they listen to? Or if the music taste is the same or complete different? Or what kind of clothing style they have ? I’m sorry If I’m rambling to much 🥲 so feel free to tell me to shut up 💀

hi there, friend! it's so nice to see how happy you are over my answer. please know it's the same feeling for me whenever i see you in my inbox/comment 🥰

ohh i do have a few hcs of them myself. idk about the kind of music they'd listen to, though, cuz i have the worst taste in music myself 😂 i do think they'd have very different taste, although han seo will say he likes anything/everything hyungnim does just to appease han seok. one hc i do have about their taste is in movies. this is one i created with a friend i used to talk to. basically it's just han seo not really into action movies. they put him to sleep - literally. whenever han seok puts one on for their brotherly bonding session or whatever, han seo falls right sleep before the intro's even done. han seok would tease him about it so much; sometimes even get annoyed because han seok really wanted han seo to see the movie for whatever reason (he'd be the kind to be into big blockbuster hits, that fucking nerd, quoting lord of the rings and shit). this could be cute too - imagine han seok seeing han seo all tired, and wanting him to rest without actually telling him to rest (that'd be too sentimental, and han seok is NOT that!), he'd just put on some random action movie and han seo would be out like a light.

another hc of mine (which, really is just an observation) is how han seok only being affectionate to han seo whenever han seo isn't looking/isn't aware of it. if he's been more clear about how much han seo meant to him, perhaps han seo would never have turned on him 🥲regarding their clothing style... hmmm, we know from canon han seok got that business casual with the hoodies going on. he'd be the kind to love designer stuff, but just the most gaudy designs he could find - aka that versace bathrobe of his, so iconic haha. han seo, i think would go for more looser clothes whenever he could. the moment he could get out of the high-collared and tight suits (very nice symbolism for the hold han seok had on him; say what you will about vincenzo, the set and costume design went off), he immediately would and instead put on some soft t-shirt, maybe a nice hoodie. i love him with his glasses on, in that cute cardigan in their father's death scene. i wish we could see more of that han seo ;;

another hc i have which i hold very dear to my heart, you could pry it from my cold dead hands is han seo being really cold always and han seok being super hot in contrast. at first i just thought it'd be interesting that the cold-blooded one runs hot while the other is cold. and really, han seo/kdy is so fucking pale it isn't hard to imagine he got some bad blood circulation going on in there haha. i also just like to imagine han seo burrowing in han seok's large hoodies. han seo cuddling close to han seok for warmth. han seok going to han seo on a hot day, making him his personal walking ice pack.

that's the few i can think of right now haha and please don't ever apologize for rambling - i welcome all kinds of jangbros ramblings in my chat/inbox always. thank you for this ask, my friend! you know i'd always jump on the chance to talk about these losers always ❤️

#the-ace-friend #jang bros #jang han seo #jang han seok #my headcanons #they are so precious to me you don't even know #i know they're toxic as hell too but that's what makes them so spicy and fun to write/talk about!#please feel welcome to ask more about them! i really don't mind at all!#*crayonspeaks

15 notes · View notes

beautifulpersonpeach · 9 months

Note

I've noted in a few places on your blog how you describe and label the different types of people within fandom and I just want to say thank you because I've found your descriptions accurate and helpful in navigating my movements here. Labels like 'exiles' 'kpop noobs' and 'collectors' make more sense to me than 'OT7' and 'shippers' these days based on what I'm seeing in Chapter 2.

My question for you: within fandom what type of fan is your favorite? What types of fans do the most good for the artist or improve fandom? Is it streamers? Buyers? OT7s? Collectors? What types of fans do you gravitate to most?

Thank you.

***

My favourite people in fandom are the remixers.

The music nerds and hobbyist producers who take various songs, use their tastes, theory knowledge and software to reimagine them into something more fun.

So these are people who reconstruct instrumentals, make medleys, mashups, covers, etc. There are some really good ones too. A selection of some I like:

NewJeans ETA (R&B Remix) by Marukoabeats

youtube

lovely serendipity | mashup by PawPaw

youtube

Agust D ft. RM – Strange (instrumental) by uncanny

youtube

134340 by uncanny

youtube

Dream Glow by ZSunder

youtube

AI covers are usually a pass but this one by dijei 디제이 of Dean covering NewJeans is just too good to pass up.

youtube

Baseline instrumental remake by LY

youtube

Within ARMY, @/btsharmonies is doing the Lord's work making vocal pulls, instrumentals, and summary essays exploring the musicality in BTS's discography (group and solo works), such as in threads like this. You can search their account for things like split vocals, acappella vocals, etc. If you're a fiend for Jimin's vocals devoid of any assortments like me, you'd find yourself making her account a regular stop. (Also helps that she's a Hobi bias so we're usually on the same wavelength about most things musically.)

I listen to a lot of music so having a similar but fresh take on a song I already like is a welcome addition to my streaming. These remixes/intrumentals also make great templates for karaoke with friends. So, remixers contribute the most to my fandom experience. After them, I'd say fan artists come next.

As for the other classes/labels of people you mentioned, as I've said before, most of my meaningful fandom interactions actually happen offline, so a lot of the 'OT7s' I spend the most time interacting with, are people I know in real life and are good friends of mine. Everyone else I just sort of observe... and most of what I do online too, is watch. Lol.

#...until I made this jikook blog #fun asks #bts #bangtan #fandom experience #fandom behaviour #bts army #bts fandom #kpop fandom #newjeans #jimin #agust d #j hope #hobi

21 notes · View notes

toni-kirkwood99 · 3 months

Text

This is my first ever post on here. That's mine, so talk to me nice, please🥹🫶🏿💯. I've never done warnings before, so if I miss something, please let me know! I'll have to figure out how to fix it and edit this post. I've never done that before either...😅

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

Mentions of pussy eating, reader has female anatomy, pussy eating, begging brat reader, daydream fuck, vaginally sex, passionate sex, oral fem receiving, mention of bunny and hun bun for a nickname (no pet play tho), daddy nicknames for him, breading, vaginal creampie, squirting, cow-girl, mating press, suggestive sex at the end, Choking (slightly and gently), use of colors for safe words, brat reader, chaotic switch reader (mostly pillow princess but a switch), soft dom switch male, mostly a wholesome situation turned into a wet daydream honestly lol, healthy strong relationship✅️, fluff but NSFW 🔞, ageless blogs will be blocked, No Minors Please🙏🏾💯

⚠️END WARNINGS⚠️

Reader POV*

*We just came inside from hammocking because it started raining, and you didn't want us to get sick*

You ask me if I'd like hot Cocoa. To which I replied yes. I'd never turn down a good cup of Cocoa.

We just had a very intimate yet innocent quality time together. But as you make our drinks, I can't help but let my eyes drift. Let them wander over every expanding and contracting muscle. While you do something as simple as making 2 cups of hot cocoa, it stirs something up inside me.

I sit at the island stool across from you and run my fingertips across the countertop and imagine all the sweet yet nasty things you could do to my body.

I envision you looking up at me like a lion, thirsty, ready to drink from the watering hole for the first time in days. The same way you'd look at me, thirsty ready to taste what's between my meaty thighs that you so gently caressed, kneaded, and rubbed outside on the hammock. With nothing but love and care, but I can't help that my mind takes me to far away places, dirty places.

Places where you have me underneath you (after making me cum with your mouth because you're a gentleman And oh so gentle with me)

*wet dream while you make Hot Cocoa*

You grab me by my thighs and pull me to the edge of the bed. Before you even truly start anything after the amazing earth shattering head you gave me and the two back to back orgasms.

You say, “if at any point you want to stop, tell me. I'll always ask you what color you are throughout the whole experience. If you want me to stop, say red, slow down is yellow, and keep going is green. Got it baby?”

I'm so hot and bothered I respond a bit more rude than I meant to, “I know I know. Just fuck me already! I want you so bad.”

You just smile and laugh through your nose at my impatience. For that you decided to tease me a bit more. You caress my face and lean down to kiss me softly and slowly. I melt into the kiss. Even more when you line your tip up with my clit and start rubbing your sex in my slick and moaning into the kiss.

At this point I'm already soaked so this does wonders for you, but it isn't enough friction for me. I start whining and it's like music to your ears for a few minutes. You wait patiently as you continue for your favorite part. Making me beg.

I whine, “baby ‘tis feels good but I want more."

You pull away and smile at me, “you know the magic word that would give you everything you want right now baby, you just gotta say it and talk to me nice hun bun.”

I melt at the nickname. You could call me anything, and it would make me weak in the knees. Because it's you. I blush and get a bit embarrassed. You caress my cheeks and give me another kiss for encouragement and slow down your grinding. To an agonizingly slow pace for me but a delicious one for you.

“Can you please make love to me babe, I want you so bad, please?” I ask sweetly.

You smile a sweet prideful smile and say, “of course baby, your wish is my command.”

With that you kiss down my body one last time. Kiss lick and suck my clit and make sure I'm wet enough to take you (which I am beyond wet enough lol). You come back up and kiss me long and passionately.

You ask, “color?” and I reply “green” with a loving smile.

You smile back and line your tip up with my entrance. You ask once more just to make sure but my answer remains unchanged.

You push in slowly and watch as my eyes get lower and I start to whine and rotate my hips a bit at the stretch of you.

You ask again, “color hun bun”

To which I replied “still green baby~ it feels so good~”

As I reach out both of my hands for yours and you gladly take them. Interlocking them.

“You feel amazing, bunny. I can't wait to be all the wa-” you groan.

My coochie slowly sucks you in the rest of the way. Slurping you up in my sticky wet heat; like a hot babe at the beach would throat a popsicle on a hot summer's day.

You instantly grab my throat and ask for a color as you apply the perfect amount of pressure that you know I like.

“still green baby~” I say as you keep the pressure I like on my throat and notice again how my pussy squeezes a bit tighter when you squeeze a little tighter.

You love how nasty I can be. It turns you on so much. You do a few experimental rolls of your hip and I am keening for you.

You say, “baby i'm gonna go fast, but if you need me to slow down let me know okay?”

And I melt. You always prioritize me and my wants and needs over your own. It makes me feel so safe and loved. This intimacy is how I repay you. By showing you just how much I trust you with my body. How much I care for you with this dance we do every night.

“I don't need to, you always take care of me, you're my sexy amazing daddy and future baby daddy after all~.” I say it with the utmost confidence. And with a knowing smirk.

Knowing that talking like that gets you going and places one thing on your mind on repeat. This is your pussy forever, and since it's yours you're gonna claim it. Breed me if I ask for it. Cause you'd give me the world on a silver platter if you could.

You look me deep in my eyes with love and lust, “baby can I cum inside you tonight? You know when you talk like that all I wanna do is breed my pussy.”

And If I were on my hands and knees like I normally would be, my knees would have buckled. But I'm on my back in a mating press, nose to nose with my soulmate.

I airily say, “take me, and breed me, I'm all yours, future baby daddy~” and that's what makes you snap.

You piston your hip in my dripping heat and grip my thighs to keep me from moving around too much from the force of your hips rutting into mine.

Your big breeder balls are slapping against my ass as you pound into me with one thing on your mind.

Breed breed breed.

I moan your name loudly, your given name and a string of nicknames that make your heart melt.

Even in your breeder frenzy you still ask, “color, baby?! What color?”

And I respond lustfully, even with my cloudy mushy fucked out brain, “So good baby~ it's so… soooo good~ I'm… I’m green~ green~.”

You smile at the fact that you've barely started and I’m already a fucked out mess. Dripping all over your cock and squeezing like a vice from time to time because of the deliciously hard fluid strokes you're giving me. Kissing my cervix deliciously without fail with every stroke.

You move your hand from my throat up to my jawline. Using your thumb to brush against my lips. I stick out my tongue and give it a kitten lick. You push your thumb in my mouth, and I suck it. You groan at my obedience. Even when my brain is mush. I'm still your good girl. To reward me, you place your hand back in my throat and squeeze the way I like, and I moan your name like a prayer. A mantra if you will.

You notice when my eyes roll back and I drool a bit. My pussy, your pussy, starts to convulse. So you press down on my lower stomach so I can feel you deeper. That's what makes me scream your name as I cum.

You smile with pride as I come undone on your cock. Even more so as you pound me through my first orgasm into my second and make me scream your name as I squirt all over your cock for the umpteenth time. But each time you count them. Every. Single. One. This is number 28, you want to hit 30 by the end of tonight at least. But I don't know about that little game you play in your head. Keeping score because you want to make sure you're actually pleasing me (so much better and unlike the men from my past).

You slow down to try to be gentle with me, knowing how sensitive I get after squirting.

I whine with a hint of mischief in my tone. “Come here, please, baby~ kiss~?” I ask so sweetly, how could you say no?

You leaned down to kiss me sweetly but I licked your bottom lip, and in your shocked state I slipped my tongue in. I make out with you.

You were pleasantly surprised. Your submissive pillow princess was ever so bold tonight. You couldn't be more proud and turned on if you tried.

When I break away I whisper in your ear, “lay down on your back for me baby, please~”

You do it without question. And I get in cow-girl position facing you. Lining your massive cock up with my entrance and slowly sinking down on it until it's sheathed inside me fully. I moan loud and proud as I take all of you.

I grab one of your hands and place it on my love handles, the other I place on one of my boob. “color?” I ask.

You chuckle and smile, “green baby, always”.

And I smile that smile that shows all three of my dimples and makes your knees weak for me. Then I start grinding, rotating my hips in a circle at a tantalizing slow pace.

You groan cause it feels so good. But your eyes roll back when I do a kegel (tighten my pussy) and start bouncing at a fast pace randomly. I moan and drip and leak all over your cock. One hand grabbing one of your forearms while the other moves my hair out of my face.

“Baby you're so beautiful, you're a goddess and I'm lucky you chose me. Fuck baby! Just like that~” you groan as you watch me fuck myself on your cock.

Nothing turns you on more than when I bounce back on you to get more friction in doggy or bounce myself on your cock in cowgirl or reverse cowgirl when I want you to slap my ass🤭.

I continue to bounce, “I'm the lucky one that you found me, I want your babies so bad, give it to me daddy~ please~ I need it so bad~” I whine with tears in my eyes.

Third orgasm approaching rapidly. You groan at that. Grabbing my love handles and fucking up into me at a rapid pace. Making your orgasm approach quicker.

My eyes roll back and I scream a string of loving nicknames towards you. As I squeeze your cock as I cum & squirt all over your cock for the second time tonight. I unknowingly milk your cock for all its worth in the process of reaching my own peak.

Your eyes rolling back as you say, “fuck baby, cumming~ oh fuuuck take my kids~ have my babies! Baby, please! Oooh FUCK! Please take it~ Take it all!~ Good girl~”

All I can do is whine and moan. Being called your good girl makes me cum again and give you all I have with my last little squirt and orgasm of the night. You fucked me so good and my legs burn from this position.

But I keep you inside me as I lay down on you and snuggle into the crook of your neck. Getting cozy while I use your softening cock as a plug for the cum that would come leaking out if I slid off of you.

I meant it when I asked you to give me your babies. I'm just wanting to take a nap while I give as many of your swimmers a fighting chance as I can.

You rub my back and arms lovingly. Moving my hair out of your face.

“I adore you, you beautiful woman, I always will. In this life and the next.” You say lovingly.

I smile and you can feel it on your neck. It gives you butterflies.

“I adore you, in this life and the next my handsome future husband and baby daddy.” I say.

You smile at that. Knowing something that I don't know. I don't know that you've been waiting for the perfect moment to break out that beautiful velvet black box and pop the question. Already planning out our life together. Already knowing you've found the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. Your soulmate, best friend, and lover wrapped up into one beautiful perfect woman you want to wake up next to every day for the rest of your life. And you smile knowing 100% for a fact that the feeling is mutual.

You smile hearing my soft snores. Knowing that I only snore when i'm super tired. And-

*End daydream*

“Cocoa is done! Do you want marshmallows in your Cocoa love?” you ask.

I blink rapidly at that. Being brought back to reality.

I take a minute to respond. To snap back into reality.

“Yeah always, you know I love marshmallows!” I say with a smile.

You smile back at me sweetly. “Of course I do. Just thought I would ask on the off chance you didn't want them this time. Like that would ever happen! My sweetie is a cannibal for sweets when you're on your period. That's why I'm getting as much chocolate & sugar in your system as I can!” You admit sweetly.

I looked at my phone and just received my notifications from the Flo app that my period should start tomorrow. I forget he has it too to know when he has to be extra nice to me. It makes me tear up a bit.

You turn around to give me the Cocoa and see the tears brimming at my eyelashes. “Oh no honey, are you cramping already?” You ask sweetly, concern written all over your face.

I have to blink away the tears and wipe a few away. “No, not yet anyway. Just feeling a bit overwhelmed that I have such a loving doting partner is all. Never thought I'd find someone like you in a million years.” I say sadly, but truthfully.

You look at me with those sad knowing eyes, and put your mug down. While mine sits on the counter and I play with the ring of the cup. You move around the island and turn me around, so I'm facing you.

“I Love you, I'm real, and I'm not going anywhere. Now you say it too so I know you're real and not a robot [lol].” you say sweetly with a joke at the end to make me laugh. I do.

After my fit of giggles, “I love you, I'm real, and I'm not going anywhere either.” I say and hug you around your waist and snuggle into your chest. You start to laugh again and I know what you're going to say before you say it.

“I am not a robot!” I shout, and that makes you laugh harder.

We both laugh, and it's another great night. Another night snuggled up on the couch watching back to back movies and cuddling. You grab us snacks and drinks. Nothing but sweet loving innocent intimacy. Until I change that… Eventually…

My anime husband's that give off this vibe (same age or aged up for some cause no I would never f*** a minor🗣📣💯)

#Demon slayer-

#Giyu tomioka♡

#Kyojuro rengoku

#Sanemi shinazugawa

#Tengen uzui (I want his hot wives more than him ngl☠️💯)

#Inosuke Hashibira

#Tanjiro kamado

#Gyutaro

#Muzan jackson (hee hee🌙🚶‍♂️🕺🎤🎶)

#Tokyo Ghoul-

#Juuzou Suzuya♡

#All out-

#Sekizan Takuya♡

#Iwashamizu Sumiaki♡

#My hero academia-

#Katsuki Bakugo ♡

#Izuku Midoriya ♡♡♡

#Tomura Shigaraki ♡

#Tamaki Amajiki ♡♡♡

#Chainsaw man-

#Denji ♡♡♡

#One punch man-

#Genos ♡♡♡

#Jujutsu Kaisen-

#Satoru Gojo

#Megumi fushiguro

#Kento Nanami

#Mahito </3 (idk what makes me so wet for this mf monster, bro)

#Choso ♡♡

#Toge Inumaki ♡♡

#Seven deadly sins-

#Ban ♡ (in a world with no Elaine lol)

#Inuyasha-

#Sesshomaru ♡

#Naruto-

#Neji Hyuga ♡♡

#Kakashi Hatake ♡♡♡

#Gaara ♡♡

#Kiba Inuzuka♡

#Blue lock-

#Bachira Meguru ♡♡♡

#Chigiri Hyouma

#Kunigami Rensuke

#Nagi Seishirou♡♡

#Barou Shouei

#Black clover-

#Luck Voltia♡♡

#Nozel Silva♡

#Fuegoleon Vermillion ♡

#Mereoleona Vermilion♡♡♡

#William Vangeance♡♡

#Jack the Ripper

8 notes · View notes