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shorkbrian · 3 years

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I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

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You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately.

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

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The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.”

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment.

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way.

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.”

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie.

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone.

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed.

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island. It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words.

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest.

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face.

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly.

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it.

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

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allegra-writes · 3 years

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“Heartfelt”

Bar musician! Harry styles x Bartender!Reader

General audiences

Warnings: None

Just some Valentine's day fluff with our favorite green eyed boy. Dedicated to @gaycinnamonrollgirl for giving me the idea, and @tomsrebeleyebrow for patiently listening to me endlessly gush about Harry Styles and still being my friend. Happy belated Valentine's day 💖

"You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you somethin'

Lately you've been on my mind..."

Adore you - Harry Styles

...Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine

And I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah…

"Bartender, my good friend! I'll have my usual and a plate of your finest chips, if you would be so kind"

It was closing time when Harry, the local musician, sat in front of you, elbows on the bar you were wiping down while humming to Patti Smith's "Gloria".

You raised an eyebrow at him, but the willowy man could see the slight tremble at the corner of your lips, a tell that you were suppressing a smile.

"I'm afraid the kitchen is closed, mister Styles. Sam left an hour ago."

"Yes yes, but I have it from a very good source he left you a big pile of leftover chips before he did," He accused, "you know, as he does every night..."

You frowned in confusion,

"I thought you hated cold fries. That you found them to be, and I quote, soggy and disgusting"

"I guess you can say I acquired a taste for them" He shrugged, mischievous green eyes sparkling, "Just like you did for this lowlife songwriter in front of you and the heartfelt conversations you share with him"

"Did you now?" There was an edge of scepticism in your voice, but you were already disappearing inside the kitchen.

Harry's heart did a little jump as you didn't immediately deny liking him.

"Hey, Joe" he called out, "why don't you go home? I'll help Y/N close when we're done…"

There was a deaf noise as a young waiter, the only person left in the bar beside the two of you, set the last chair on top of a table.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got this" he reassured him, "did it dozens of times. Go home to your girl"

"Thanks, mate!" The second brit practically skipped on his way to the backroom, but turned around just before reaching the door. "Listen, you know I like you, but if you hurt y/n in any way…"

Harry smiled, genuinely. He could never get mad at anyone that protective of you.

"You know where I live. Pick my sister on the way, though. I think she would like to join you."

Joe rolled his baby blues,

"I know you're not a creep. I meant her heart"

"Yeah, me too…"

Whatever your friend saw inside Harry's eyes was enough to convince him. He nodded and left, as the musician got up to lock the front door and turn the "open" sign off.

If you noticed Joe's absence at your return, you didn't comment on it, simply setting the giant pile of chips and two cans of cherry cola you were carrying, down in front of Harry, who had returned to his seat.

"Ah, you always have the good stuff!" the sigh that left his lips as he took the first sip of the soda was not unlike the one any of your regulars made after the first taste of something strong after a hard day.

"Rough night?"

"Kind of. Good show though, so at least I have that going on for me…"

"It really was, I'm actually impressed" You had to confess, "And surprised too, it was a bold choice going acoustic on a night like this, with such a big audience," So many people had gathered to see the show that the bouncer had to start rejecting people so you wouldn't have trouble with the fire department "but it definitely worked"

There was a slight blush on the singer's cheeks when he replied, far more humble than you were used to,

"Well, you know, Valentine's day and all that. The band, all have boyfriends and girls they wanted to spend the evening with…"

You tilted your head,

"And you didn't?" It was hard to believe, when almost every night he played there you would see him leave with a different, always sculptural, painfully perfect girl. Or man.

Harry didn't reply, choosing instead to stuff his face with stale fries.

"Alright then" You raised your shoulder in surrender, "keep your secrets…"

He squinted in disbelief,

"Did you just quoted The Lord of the Rings at me?"

"Did you just recognize my Lord of the rings quote?" You countered.

"You are such a nerd!"

"Look who's talking, chicken little!" You gestured at his powder blue sweater with a yellow baby chick at the front and herringbone pants.

"Oi!" His manchester accent popped out, like it always did whenever he lost his cool "I'll have you know, this is Gucci"

You scoffed,

"That doesn't make it any better, it just means that you spent a shit load of money to look like my third grade teacher, mister Harrington!"

"Ok, first of all," he countered, "your teacher sounds awesome and second-"

An inelegant snort escaped your mouth. Harry's emerald eyes pinned you down.

"Second of all, you're no one to talk either, kitten hoodie"

You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks. Praying he couldn't see your blush in the dim light, you took a mouthful of soda to cool you down.

For a moment, none of you said anything, the sweet notes of Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" the only thing filling the silence.

… Players only love you when they're playing

Women, they will come and they will go...

"Listen, y/n-"

"If I'm being honest-"

He chuckled,

"I'm sorry, ladies first"

"Now I'm not sure if I wanna tell you…"

"Come on" A grown ass man pouting should not be that cute, "I want to know"

You feigned a long suffering sigh,

"Fine, if you must know- If you must know, I actually like your new style. It's way better than that... rock and roll cliche... thing you had going on when we first met" You gestured vaguely in the direction of his body, "You know, the long hair, black clothes, doc boots…"

He flinched,

"Ugh, Don't remind me. I was trying too hard back then. And not only with my clothes, with my music too"

"Oh, yeah, I remember. All you used to sing about was" You chose your words carefully, "frisky girls and being horny…"

"Well, to be fair, I still sing about being horny"

"Yeah, but now you're…"

You trailed off, unsure of how you could explain the difference, the change in your feelings towards his music, without explaining the change in your feelings towards the man that made it.

However, Harry would not let it go that easy. He was used to you being sharp, opinionated, guarded. Now there was a crack on that armour, and he wanted to see what was underneath it.

You hadn't even realized how close you had leaned into each other until his hot breath fanned over your face.

"Now I'm what, y/n?"

More real. More mature. More emotional, as if he had finally found the link, made the connection between sex and love.

"More open"

Harry smiled,

"Open. Yeah, I like that…"

So close. He was so close now, his malaquite eyes were out of focus. So close you could feel his magnetic field, the gravity of his atoms pulling in yours.

"Harry…"

Never in his twenty seven years of life and over ten as a musician, had he heard a more beautiful sound than his name, breathlessly falling from your lips.

"Yes?" He murmured, lips ghosting over your soft, perfect ones.

"No"

"No?"

"No" You repeated, more firmly, taking a step back, putting as much space between the two of you as possible, "I know what this is"

"And what is this, y/n" To your surprise, he didn't sound mad, or demanding. He sounded confused and sad. Dissapointed but unsurprised, as if he had expected it to go south or… never had dared expect it would actually happen at all.

"A bad idea" You explained, "with guys like you, is always the same: You have beautiful women throwing themselves at you every night. And you take them home with you cause why wouldn't you? You are young, and free and hot. There is nothing wrong with taking what's being offered"

"Y/n-"

"I'm not saying it's your fault" You went on, ignoring him, "And I'm not saying you don't fall in love, sometimes. But that's the exception, not the rule, and I… I'm the kind of girl that's the rule. Not the exception"

Harry had always thought the worst that could happen to him was losing your friendship. Finally making a move, a real move, and getting rejected by you. He thought that was the definitive pain, the one that would obliterate him, if things were not to work out. And he was almost certain they would not work out.

But sitting there, in front of you, separated by a wooden bar that might as well have been the great wall of china as you stood there, arms around yourself, small and defenseless as you explained to him all the reasons why you wouldn't allow yourself to love him… that was way worse.

"What if you already were my exception?" He blurted out, before he could stop himself, "What if I was in love with you?"

You laughed, bitterly.

"Harry, I'm not even your type. I've seen you leave night after night with models and socialites and actors, each one more surreally stunning than the last one…" You didn't have a bad self esteem, you didn't. You considered yourself attractive, but the people Harry usually went for were on a whole different level.

"Yes, but that's only because the most absolutely perfect woman in the world for me, keeps me at arm's length!" He rubbed his face in frustration, "And it's so maddening, so fucked up, the way I can't even get away from her long enough to get over her, because even the pain of seeing her every night knowing I can't touch what I see, that I will never have her, is better than the pain of being away from her.

So I keep on taking home the hottest people I can find hoping they will keep me distracted long enough to fill the hours until I can see her again… until I can-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Never, in all the time you had known each other, had Harry given you a single signal indicating he had any kind of feelings for you. Your relationship had always consisted of friendly banter and quip battles. Sure, you could get flirty sometimes, but you were a bartender, flirting was pretty much your customer service voice, and he was a musician, he would flirt with his own shadow if he could.

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but a familiar melody started coming from the still working speakers.

Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind…

"Hey, this is my song!" You didn't quite understand why he seemed so marveled, "You never added any of my songs to your playlist before!"

Oh. Oh.

"Yeah, well" Harry could now clearly see your darkened cheeks as you stumbled over your words, "I guessed I never liked one of your songs so much before"

This time, he was the one blushing and avoiding your eyes.

"What would you say if I told you-... If I told you I wrote this one for you?"

"I'd say you're full of shit" You scoffed, "Didn't you tell me you only ever wrote about girls you had dated?"

"No," he corrected, "I said I only ever wrote about women that had broken my heart…"

"How did I break your heart?"

Harry sighed. Your walls were back up, higher than ever, and he didn't know how to break through them. It wasn't your fault -and had it been your fault, truth was he could never blame you either, there was something about you that made it physically impossible for him to get mad at you- you spoke from experience, he didn't need to unlock the secrets of your past, didn't need the details. It was obvious you had been burned before, and though he hated it, hated them for whatever they had done to you, he couldn't fault you for trying to protect yourself.

Not when he wanted to protect you too.

"You didn't like me, back when we first met"

"Harry-"

"No, it's ok. You didn't like me, and you were right not to like me. I know you probably didn't realize it but, that first time you rejected me, when I flirted with you that very first night and you rolled your eyes at me… you changed my life"

"What? How??"

"You weren't wrong, I was a cliche. And I was trying way too hard, to be cool, act like a rockstar… but you took a look at that guy, at that though, playboy, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll guy… and you hated him" Harry snickered. You didn't understand what about all that was so funny, "I had created that guy so that everyone would like him, and you hated him. And the funny thing is-" He finally met your eye. No, he caught your eye and imprisoned them, "The funny thing is, you hating me for what I wasn't, somehow allowed me to start being myself a little bit more, because if you already disliked me… then I had nothing to lose"

You didn't quite know what to say to that.

His bright green eyes were unable to face yours, choosing instead to focus on the palms he was picking at,

"Is that why you… uhm…" You pointed at his sweater.

"Yup" He admitted, "I showed up here one day, on laundry day, in one of my old nerdy sweater vests and you smiled, when you saw it"

"I remember that!" You chuckled, "It was the brown striped one, it almost looked like a crop top, cause it obviously didn't fit anymore"

Harry nodded,

"I may have had a couple grow spurts since I got that in high school"

"Ok, but, you made it work somehow…"

"Thank you. The point is…" he turned serious again, his deep, rich voice even more hypnotic than usual. Or maybe it was just you, for the first time allowing yourself to enjoy it without reservations. "The point is, you didn't like cool Harry, but you liked the real me. Even if just a little bit, and that meant the world to me. I… I adored you because of it. So I wrote a song for you, cause even if I couldn't say it to your face, I had to get it out. Just like I had to get this out tonight"

He opened his arms wide, in his typical ta-da gesture, sad, resigned smile on his face, before getting up from his stool, grabbing his jacket and guitar case.

"You don't have to say anything, I don't expect you to love me back" He declared, "I just- I thought I'd let you know. Valentine's day and all that."

He turned to leave, his own voice still signing in the background,

I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you

Oh, honey…

"Harry, wait!" You almost fell on your face, trying to jump over the bar, but managing to stop him right before he reached the door. His poorly concealed smirk told you he might have seen your little show, but you didn't care.

"Did you mean it? That you'd do anything for me?"

"I did" He confirmed, earnestly, "I still do. Anything you want, just say the word"

"Well then," you took a step towards him, that he mirrored without even noticing, "what about a date? A daytime date. At a public place." You clarified. Harry did smirk at that.

"What's the matter, afraid you won't be able to keep your hands off me?" He teased, leaning closer.

"Don't ruin this, Styles" You warned, raising to your tiptoes to meet him eye to eye.

His smile faltered, replaced by the most sincere intensity you had ever seen on his handsome face,

"Wouldn't dream of it, bartender" He whispered, before capturing your lips with his.

#harry styles #adore you #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #valentines day special

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boyfriend jumin headcanons

theres no way hes been in a relationship before, never even kissed someone before. you best believe hes going to go all in hes so starved for love

he needs to hear every single thing about your life, even the littlest things. he will remember it all, and asks so many questions too. could listen to you talk for hours and never get bored. your life is so different from his, he finds it fascinating. always wants to know more.

at the beginning of the relationship he has an extremely hard time controlling himself and finding whats right and wrong in a romantic relationship. you have to be very open with your boundaries or he’ll treat you like a doll, he cant help himself hes just so enamored.

does SO much research on relationships, he doesnt like the advice he finds but hes looking in all the wrong places. seven gives him links for real advice from real people reddit instead of mens magazines because those all suck. jumin starts to ask him for help whenever hes curious about something and seven will find a link for him to read. it helps bridge their relationship a bit more. seven is one of those friends thats amazing at relationship advice but for some reason desperately single.

even though he’s new to relationships and still trying to figure it out, that does not mean hes bad at it. no sir. this man was raised on romantic novels and cheesy soap operas. he knows his way into your heart easy peasy

the most beautiful arrangements of flowers delivered to your doorstep, your favorite foods from the most gourmet restaurants in seoul sent right to your work, hand written love letters sealed in wax sent to you while he’s away on business. declares his undying love for you over the phone almost daily.

hes never been around women much before, rikas the exception but he wasnt around around her like you would be with a lover. so hes interested finding out about your habits, routines, likes. the way you cook breakfast in the morning, the way you do your bedtime routine, your afterwork routine. always finding something new to love about you every new day.

he really adores anything and everything you think is a flaw. he prefers you with your quirks rather than aiming for perfection. theres nothing wrong with being “plastic” but the majority of those types of women he’s been around are the rich snobby type more than every day women. he prefers you. again hes never been close to many women so its kind of amazing but sad the things you can find to think harshly about. things he absolutely would never imagine someone being insecure about in the first place. he loves this body, it makes him upset when youre so critical to it.

he’ll explain to you what goes on behind the scenes of corporations and how exactly they make you insecure about those odd little things just to profit off of it, theres nothing wrong with you to begin with but if you believed that then they would be out of business, you see. knowing that aspect of things is why hes understanding but still saddened by your insecurities.

hes a very possessive man and is unashamed about it. hes never had anything as important as you to protect before so he doesnt care how ridiculous he may be sometimes, as long as youre safe. body guards, frequent calls, locations on, always wanting to be with you if he can. if that all bothers you i feel like that would be a bit of a disagreement area. his personality is naturally possessive and he does it out of love so bear with him please. he would definitely tone down as time progressed but for now he doesn’t want to let you out of his sight. trusts you, not other people.

he likes to observe you a lot, your day to day. it’s interesting to him even though it can be a little annoying to you sometimes. asks questions constantly. hes so curious. jumin let me go to the bathroom in peace hes literally a child

it makes him so happy when you laugh at his jokes. everyone else thinks they’re not funny but he doesnt care, as long as you laugh hes happy.

if you wear make-up it’s literally amazing for him to watch. he’ll stand in the bathroom and just observe. you can GLUE eyelashes to your FACE?! and its common?! this is so shocking to him. he had no clue. its kind of embarrassing for you but hes just so interested. never watched someone put on makeup before. the process is so intricate and careful, hes so fascinated by this strange magic. youre so smart too, he doesnt know any of the names of the things you use but always asks so he can remember for gift giving purposes. shades you like, shades you dont like, companies you dont buy from, your favorite brands. somehow has a giant mental notepad and writes all this down for safe keeping

speaking of smart he thinks you are the smartest person on the face of this earth. hes so confused at certain aspects of life and you help him get it. why do people eat fried chicken when its not nutritionally dense or even healthy to consume? it doesn’t make sense. because its yummy, jumin. wow, youre so right...

always texts you little reminders throughout the day to show his love. dont forget to eat breakfast dear. dont forget to wear sunscreen before you go out love, its hot today. dont forget that i love you so much my darling ♥︎ SO CUTE hes so caring

this man is so so touch starved, he always wants to hold you or touch you in someway. if he could bring you everywhere with him he would. he starts to get anxious if he goes too long without your comfort, truly doesn’t know how he made it for so long without it

not the biggest fan of pda but it depends on the situation. he likes making others jealous but he doesn’t want anyone else to see the way you look after he kisses you in that one special way that only he can. thats for his eyes only

loves showering you in anything you desire. you are spoiled. he’d buy you a whole ass island if you wanted one. he never understood how his father could just give away so much to a woman but now he cannot say a THING. he’d go completely broke as long as it made you happy

if you dont like tons of store bought gifts he’ll spend more time on meaningful ones. picking you flowers from the rooftop garden and arranging them himself, he embroiders as a pastime so he’ll make you cute little cat decals and stuff like that

he likes to do things for you like paint your nails, wash your hair, put lotion on you after a bath etc. loves it so much, if youre not comfortable with him babying you its totally fine but if you are he’ll do it whenever you let him

he has very cold hands. never really thought about them until he met you, really hopes you dont mind. tries to warm his hands up where he can before he touches you, but secretly loves when he runs his cold fingertips down your skin and you get gooseflesh all over. thinks its cute.

gets insecure sometimes. not really about his looks, but his personality. luciel is funny, zen is handsome and suave. yoosung is sweet and open with his emotions. he wonders frequently why you chose him out of anyone else.

all in all jumin is someone you need to get used to being in a relationship with, hes not the average joe and has a lot going on with himself that he needs to work through. but if you help him, love him for him, he’ll be the sweetest lover you could ever ask for.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanons #jumin han #jumin

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Robbing the Cradle

Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1932 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Dean falls in love with a younger reader, and really struggles with it.

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Dean had put up a huge fight when it came to you, at least at first.

He didn’t want to be in love with you, and he didn’t want to admit how happy you made him. He didn’t want to but clearly that didn’t change the fact that he had fallen so deeply in love with you that he couldn’t dig himself out.

You were nothing more than a child, at least as far as he was concerned. You were only twenty-two years old, practically still in pampers and he felt weird about it.

After all, why didn’t you want to be with a man your own age? Didn’t you want to have a normal relationship? Why would you want to be with someone like him when someone better was right around the corner.

Dean wasn’t the most thoughtful, or well adjusted man in the world, and that wasn’t a secret.

He knew that there was someone who could be better for you.

Still, you showed no interest in anyone other than him. It shocked the man to his core, that you never once talked about what you were missing out on, or wanting to do anything other than what you were doing.

He just didn’t get it.

From Dean’s point of view, you should have been desperate to get out and experience life but who better to show it to you than Dean? That was the only thing that you ever said when he brought it up.

You just didn’t understand how he could ever worry about something like that. After all, how many guys your age were going state-to-state, hunting monsters and saving lives?

Dean Winchester was one in a million...whether he chose to believe it or not.

Take today for example, you had tagged along with Sam and Dean to track down a poltergeist that was committing a series of gory murders in a small town.

It had been a ridiculously stressful hunt, and it could have been dangerous but you had never felt more alive. You were obsessed with the thrill of the hunt. In fact, there was only one thing you liked more.

...And that was drinking.

You had learned early on that going to the bar with the guys after a hard case was the best way to unwind. There was honestly nothing like it and you had never passed up a chance to go after everything was over.

Which was good, considering the fact that Dean also really liked to hit the bar when he was stressed.

...But he wasn’t the only one.

There were a ton of guys with really hard lives and things they’re running from. Everyone had things they were trying to forget and liquor just aided in that journey.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing liquor did.

It also made some men lose their tact, which with a beautiful woman around, was never good. It was a bad combo and Dean was really figuring that out tonight.

“What’s wrong Dean?” you wondered, in a sing-song tone, even going so far as to throw your arm over his shoulder casually.

The action was a little goofy with the slight drinking you’d been doing but you were in no way drunk.

You had just been trying to get him to play pool for an hour now and tonight he was practically a bump on a log.

...It was no fun at all.

Especially not considering how much fun Dean was when he was in a good mood. You just missed it tonight, and you had no idea what was on his mind.

“Nothing’s wrong, just got a lot on my mind” he tried, but you knew better.

He may have been older than you but sometimes his pouting made you doubt it. You and Dean had been together for too long for that to work.

The two of you had nearly died today and all he could think about was the hunt. It was kind of unbelievable.

However, you were missing the biggest part of this whole thing. You had no idea but you and Dean weren’t alone in your casual affection. At some point, you had caught the attention of a group of strangers.

...But you hadn’t noticed yet.

You thought that there was something wrong with you, or that he was bored of your company.

“Please Dean? Can’t we just play? I wanna have a good time and forget about the monsters” you begged, your voice nothing more than a purr in his ear. You were desperate for a little fun, especially after such a long and stressful day.

Though, you still didn’t know that across the bar stood that group of younger guys, not much older than you are.

They’d had their eyes on you since you two walked in, and it was really starting to bother Dean.

He couldn’t stand it.

Dean had been around the block before, and he had been that sort of guy. He knew that they were talking about him, and that they were weighing their options about what their chances were with you.

They thought that he had robbed the cradle, and they were planning on taking you away from him...and why wouldn’t you go? They were young, and built and they could offer you the world.

How was he supposed to compete with that?

“I’m not really in the mood tonight, why don’t you play without me?” he suggested, waving over to the table begrudgingly. He felt bad about it but he just couldn’t fake it tonight.

These were the sorts of things that really got to him about the age gap that you two had. Other people constantly had their eyes on you, as if you didn’t know what you were missing out on.

Though, you both knew that wasn’t the case.

As far as you were concerned, you weren’t missing out on anything, and Dean didn’t ever get that far. He was fully in love with you, and as long as you wanted to be with him, he would take it.

...But not tonight.

Tonight, he just needed to sit by himself and stew over everything that was bothering him.

It was the way the Winchester men dealt with things, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

You nodded, taking the hint and heading over to the table. Luckily, you were able to reach out to a few people at the pool table and join their game. They were nice, but you found it really hard to take the distraction.

You were just worried about Dean.

So worried, in fact, that you completely missed the one brave guy out of the pack who approached you. He had just chugged an entire beer can, and he was feeling on top of the world.

Clearly, that had led him to believe that you wanted anything to do with him. Even if you were putting out every single signal telling him that wasn’t the case.

As far as you were concerned, it didn’t matter if this guy was David Beckham or the queen of England.

The last thing you wanted right now was for some average Joe to bother you.

Not that your very clear body language kept him from coming.

Before you could say or do anything about it, his arm was slung around your shoulder, a clumsy stumble following. He wasn’t smooth by any means, but weren’t too worried about it.

You were a literal monster hunter. You could handle a handsy frat boy that was too far out of his depth.

Both you and Dean had handled worse.

“Can I help you?” you wondered, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you shrugged him off, not even bothering to drop your pool cue. You didn’t imagine this would take too much time at all.

The Bozo to your right only laughed, smiling at you with a lopsided grin. “I was thinking more along the lines of how I could help you” he suggested, the words leaving his throat in a sick tone.

It made you want to be ill.

This guy was a creep and you knew for a fact that he had nothing to offer you. Though, before you could inform him of that simple fact, an all too familiar hand fell down on his shoulder.

...Because as it would turn out, Dean couldn’t just sit by and watch.

He knew that you could handle it, but he couldn’t help himself. As much as he tried to stay out of it, it made his blood boil to watch someone paw at you like that.

It wasn’t in his nature.

“Is there a problem man?” the younger guy wondered, looking at Dean as if he’d committed some sort of serious offense. If only he knew what he was getting himself into.

You could tell that Dean was doing his best to keep calm, which was good. However, you couldn’t be sure how long that patience would last.

If you knew anything, it wouldn’t be long at all.

Dean Winchester was a lot of things, but patient wasn’t one of them.

“No, there’s no problem at all...except for the fact that you’ve got your hands on my girl” he started, his jaw tensed slightly as he addressed the frat boy by your side.

He seemed just as upset as you could have expected, though he was doing a pretty good job of keeping it hidden.

“Wait, hold up, this is your girl? Is that what you’re telling me?” the stranger laughed, looking between the two of you with a grin on his face.

...Obviously that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, but you didn’t get it.

There was nothing funny about it and as soon as he said it, you found yourself getting angry. Not only was this guy a creep, but he was also gonna question a man like Dean?

He must have been an idiot.

However, before you could step up and make that point, Dean stopped you with a calm glance.

You hadn’t been prepared for that reaction, but Dean had. From the moment that you two started doing this whole thing, he had been waiting for these kinds of reactions.

A guy like him had no business being with a woman like you, and he knew that.

“Look man, I get it...but yes, this is my girlfriend and I’d appreciate it if you backed off” he suggested, knowing it wouldn’t go down that easily. Though, he wanted to give this kid a chance.

After all, he was just a young guy trying to have a good time and Dean understood that, not that he was going to let this whole thing slide if he kept it up.

...And of course he kept it up.

“Oh yeah? You’d appreciate it?” he scoffed, glancing down at you. “Can you believe this guy, honey?” he just kept going, laughing.

You could have killed him.

There was only one thing that you knew in this moment, and that was that this wasn’t going to end well.

*Bonus*

“Are you alright baby?” Dean checked, smiling at you in a tired sort of way. It had been a long day, but you nodded, anyway.

“I’m fine, are you okay though?” you hummed, returning the favor. He seemed alright, but the bruise blooming on his cheek proved potentially different.

That jerk had got one lick in before Dean knocked him out.

Little did you know, but in that moment, Dean had actually never been better.

#dean winchester #supernatural #spn #dean winchester x plus size reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x ps reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural x plus size reader #supernatural x ps reader #supernatural imagine #spn x reader #spn x plus size reader #spn x ps reader #spn imagine

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May 10, 2021: Blade Runner 2049 (2017) (Recap: Part Two)

Said I’d talk about artificial humans in sci-fi, so...

There are a HELL of a lot of examples of artificial humans in science-fiction, as well as the ethical and philosophical concepts that their existence raises. Now, your definition of “artificial” may differ from medium to medium. At its base form, these are humans that are not born, but made. I’ll be talking fleshy organic humans, not robotic ones. The most common of these is, of course, clones.

A clone, strictly speaking, is a genetically identical copy of a pre-existing organism, in this case a human. While this isn’t technology we’ve applied to humans as of yet (due to the NUMEROUS ethical problems and questions), we have done so with animals, mostly sheep and cats. It’s actually a good way to de-extinct certain species, and we’ve already done experiments with that. Of course...that has its own concerns.

Keeping up the Jurassic Park reference streak! Anyway...

There are a FUCKTON of examples of clones in science-fiction, but since I’m a massive comic book nerd, I’ll use Superboy. The genetic combination of Superman and Lex Luthor, Conner Kent is one of the most prominent clone superheroes. He’s not the only clone of Superman, of course. He’s not even my favorite clone of Superman, to be honest...

Bizarro am the worst. ME WILL LIVE ON THAT HILL.

Oh, and let’s not forget THE most prominent artificial human in comic books PERIOD. I don’t care what her origin in the movies is, that’s never been my favorite version of Wonder Woman. Making her a demigod robs her of something important, in my opinion.

...Should I make a comic book blog? Shit, thinkin’ about it.

OK, before I do that, these are just my favorite examples. Fact is, there are FAR too many examples of artificial humans to go into, whether they’re built, grown, sculpted, conjured, or a chemical reaction with an extra ingredient in the concoction.

And look, I could go on all day about this, but we got a long-ass movie to get back to. SO, lets jump back in. Part One is here!

Recap (2/2)

Understandably exhausted, K returns home, confused and conflicted. However, he’s greeted with a surprise from Joi: a prostitute! Namely, this is Mariette (Mackenzie Davis), one of the girls who approached him earlier. Joi’s called her here in order to be “real” for K, the effect is impressive, if somewhat...off-putting. Still, while K obviously didn’t need this to be happy with their relationship, Joi might, and Mariette’s all on board.

And it doesn’t take K terrible long to get on board, either. As both Mariette and Joi strip, it makes me wonder...how much does this subscription service for Joi cost. There’s no goddamn way this is free, right? Like, how exclusive IS this AI? And they cut from that scene to a Joi commercial, where we hear that Joi becomes anything you want her to be, and does anything you want her to do. But something tells me that...well, that it’s not quite so simple.

Once the night is over, Joi tells Mariette to leave, and not nicely either. Mariette leaves, rebuking her on the way out as well. K, meanwhile, knows that the Blade Runners will soon be coming after him. He’ll be going on the run, and Joi wants to go with him. And so, they put her inside of a remote device, while deleting her information from the main apartment console. This gets the attention of Luv, who head over to the apartment to figure out what’s going on.

K goes to Doc Badger (Barkhad Adbi), who analyzes the horse for him. It’s discovered that old radiation can be found there, and that amount and kind of radiation can only be found in areas where a dirty bomb has been set off. This would be in the desolate and weird-ass ruins of Las Vegas. While nobody lives there at this point, K and Joi go to check it out.

An IMMENSELY frustrated Luv, unaware of K’s discovery about himself, goes to confront Joshi about K’s whereabouts. Luv berates her for being afraid of change, and tells her that she “can’t fend off the tide with a broom”. Which is a great line. However, as Joshi is no use to her at this point, Luv just straight up kills her. Which, I’m sure, will go over well with the whole “Replicants aren’t dangerous” thing.

Meanwhile, in Vegas...shit is WEIRD. First off all, the desolate wasteland is full of statues of giant sexy wimmin, and I mean GIANT statues. Beneath one of them is a series of beehives, which K goes into to get a hand of beeeees. After that, he goes into an abandoned hotel/casino, rigged with tripwires and booby traps. OK. What.

So, somebody’s using this place as a hideaway, despite the entire city being destroyed by a dirty bomb, and probably extremely radioactive. K searches around and finds it empty. He begins to play a piano, hoping to draw someone out. He ends up drawing out a dog, as well as the inhabitant of the hotel.

Rick Deckard (Harrison Ford), baby! Quoting Stevenson’s Treasure Island and holding K up at gunpoint with dog at side is the original Blade Runner himself, Rick Fucking Deckard. God, I love this. Deckard hunts K down throughout the casino, where we see some trippy holograms, and the future of Vegas stageshows (probably).

The two fight, but eventually call a truce and decide to get a drink at the bar. K gets to it pretty quickly, and confronts Deckard on his potential child with Rachael. He confirms that Rachael was indeed pregnant by him, but he had never met his child. Which was the plan, to be fair. He wanted their child to be protected, not hunted down and eventually dissected.

Sometimes, to love someone...you gotta be a stranger.

To an old Frank Sinatra song, a forlorn K (now calling himself “Joe”) looks around, and sees carved wooden animals that resemble the horse that’s haunted his life and memories so much by this point. Which makes sense, considering the foil unicorn from the previous film. Neat little tie-in there.

But paradise is not all it’s cracked up to be, as someone soon comes to find both K and Deckard, despite the fact that K came alone. Although, now that I think about it, Joi may not be one that you can truly trust. Deckard and K try to escape their pursuers, but are caught pretty quickly. In the process, K is injured, but manages to get up in order to fight back. However, this is Luv with these people, and she beats K down EASILY. Turns out that Luv is actually an enforcer, rather than just a secretary. And when Joi awakens from K’s device to ask her to stop, well...she kills the device, and she kills K. In the process, she also takes Deckard away, leaving K behind. Fuck.

K wakes up, only to discover Mariette standing over him in the Las Vegas wasteland. She takes care of him as he wakes up, also stitching up with wounds from the explosion. She tells K to trust her, as well as her compatriots. One of them is the hooded woman from earlier, a Replicant named Freysa (Hiam Abbass). An old friend of Sapper’s she saw the delivery of the child, the “miracle”, and also hid the child away, as it was a symbol that the Replicants are more than just slave, that they are their own masters.

Freysa is building a revolution in order to free the Replicants once and for all. And I’m hard-pressed to disagree with their cause, not gonna lie. However, this comes at a price. In order to prevent Wallace from killing the cause, K must prevent Deckard from leading them to Freysa. They must do what they can until they can reveal the child to the world. For she will be their leader.

Fuck.

Understandably COMPLETELY crushed at this revelation, and more confused than ever, K collapses. Freysa tells him that they ALL wish they were the one, and they all believe. It’s at this point, that K realizes exactly who the Hybrid is: Dr. Ana Stelline. The horse from earlier, it turns out, did in fact belong to her, and she planted her childhood memory with the horse in K’s mind as a Replicant. Damn. DAMN! That’s why the memory moved her so: because it was hers.

Meanwhile, Deckard awakens to a separate nightmare: Jared Leto telling him how he feels about him. After all, Deckard helped to create the first Replicant-human hybrid. He asks him for his help in obtaining the child, so that the key of Replicant reproduction can be further unlocked. And he proceeds in convincing Deckard by playing audio of Rachael and his first meeting (from the first film, of course).

Niander fucks with him further, by suggesting Deckard was summoned all those years ago specifically to fall in love with Rachael in order to father a child with her. But despite all of this, Deckard refuses to give up any of his information. And so, Niander pulls out his ace-in-the-hole...and it’s a real shitty thing to do to a man in mourning.

Damn. Dude rebuilt Rachael, tries to tempt Deckard with her, FAILS, then lets Luv shoot her in the head. Fucking power move, and fuck Niander for playing it. Dude is a DICK. Meanwhile. that one visual from every single ad of this movie is happening, and I can FINALLY use one of the 8000 GIFs of it, goddamn.

Not gonna lie, it’s an iconic appearance, so I get why it’s so famous. Anyway, K considers a suicidal option, now that he knows the truth. However, before we get to see the final decision, we get to see Deckard being taken back to LA for interrogation by Wallace. However, to prevent him from potentially leading Wallace to the secret of Ana Stelline, K suddenly appears, opening fire on their ship.

The craft is downed, and K exits the car to engage in a firefight with Luv. He appears to win, but Luv isn’t killed once she’s shot. The two have a fistfight out in the rain, and Deckard waits for water to slowly kill the craft that he’s still inside of.

As expected, Luv handles herself well, and despite a number of close calls, she JUST. WILL. NOT. DIE. Damn, she’s resilient. However, despite K, Luv, and Deckard all nearly drowning in an INTENSE fight between the Replicants, an enraged and crazed Luv finally eventually drowns, ending her threat for good.

K saves Deckard from the sinking ship, and agrees to stage his death, allowing him to meet his daughter for the first time. Once at her facility, K returns Deckard’s horse to him, knowing that it was a gift from him. He tells Deckard that his best memories all come from her, implying that this makes him similar to Deckard’s son, which he picks up on when he asks if he’s OK.

Deckard goes to meet his daughter, and K hangs out on the stairs outside. He feels the snow fall on his hand, and he just...watches it all fall around him. He sits, and he watches it all. And meanwhile, Deckard meets his daughter for the first time.

...Can I just say...GODDAMN!

That movie was absolutely stellar, and it’s definitely landing in the high ‘90s for me, calling it now. I...wow. Seriously. Amazing.

See you in the Review!

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sheerbeautyreigns · 3 years

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DESIRE

Part 18

Angsty Joe and Colby 😩

Gently, Colby opened the hotel room door. The lights were all off but the curtains were still open. The lights from the parking lot flooded in. He could make out Joe's frame on the bed. He was lying on his stomach, his top half on display. He padded lightly into the room, stripping down to his boxers. As he crept into bed, Joe stirred. It was almost 1am. The Samoan turned his back but remained asleep. He looked peaceful. Colby lay on his side, watching as little breaths escaped his slightly parted lips.

He wanted so desperately to be with this man but it was just too complicated with Paul in the picture. He had lured his best friend into some sort of web he had created and he didn’t know if there was any way of truly getting him out of it.

The following morning, Colby awoke to the sound of the tapping of Joe laptop. He eyed the desk by the window. Joe was sat, hair up in a knot, wearing a white bathrobe and his spectacles. He looked deep in concentration. He always looked so sexy in spectacles. He just lay watching him until Joe paused and looked up over his screen. “You OK.” His deep monotone voice filled the room.

Colby shifted on the bed. “I didn’t hear you come in last night,” he continued, relaxing back on his seat a little. “Nah, I didn’t want to wake you.” Joe got up off the seat and started towards the bed. He sat next to Colby on his side. “I’m sorry if I upset you last night. I don’t want this to affect our friendship.”

“It’s OK…I just…I just like spending time with you but…” he hesitated. “Go on-” Joe pushed gently looking into his dark eyes. “Look, you know it’s complicated now that you’re with Paul. I can’t risk him finding out about this.”

“He won’t,” Joe told him. “How do you know? He’s already suspicious.” Colby raised his voice again. “Do you want to end this? Is that what you want?”

“No-” Joe exclaimed looking frustrated now. “I don’t know what I want. I thought it was a casual thing between us but over the past two weeks, something has shifted.” His eyes met Colby’s again.

“It’s this thing with Paul. I can’t…tear you away from him can I?” his voice dropped a little. There was that feeling again. At that moment, his phone rang, startling them both. Joe looked apologetically at Colby before retrieving it from the desk, by his laptop. It was Paul. He eyed Colby before answering it. “Hey,” he said lowly turning towards the sliding doors going out to the balcony. Colby rolled his eyes and got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He shut the door and proceeded to turn on the shower when he heard Joe voice outside. The small bathroom window overlooked it.

“Well, its made things awkward. I don’t know why you would have wanted that.”

Colby’s eyebrow furrowed as the conversation unfolded.

“I know. I do trust you but he’s a very close friend.” There was a pause. “I thought this whole thing was just between us in the bedroom?”

“I don’t know if I want that.” He sounded stressed. “I fucked him like you asked me to. I don’t know why you-” A dark look crossed Colby’s face when he heard what Joe had said. He could feel his heart racing in his chest. “Look, let’s talk about this on Friday. The Carlton? OK, cool. He’s still here and we have to check out in an hour.”

Colby was fuming. He turned on the spray of the shower and stepped under.

Joe came back into the room. Hearing that Colby was in the shower, he went about getting changed and gathering his belongings. The door opened about 15 minutes later. Colby emerged, hair in a low ponytail, wearing his boxers. Colby didn’t even want to look at him. He immediately went about changing into a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt, collecting his things and throwing them into his overnight bag. Joe could tell instantly that something was up.

“You OK?” Joe asked looking in his direction. The young man ignored him. He pursed his lips growing closer and touching his arm. “Don’t touch me!” he seethed. Joe swallowed. Had he heard the conversation? “I heard what you said to Paul. You disgust me!”

Joe was taken aback by Colby’s outburst.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, I didn’t-” he started. “Let me explain-”

“I don’t know what kinda game you’re playing with him but he’s fucking with you. I don’t know why you can’t see that. I’ve been with you since day one! Would you have fucked me if he didn't tell you to???”

Joe felt deeply ashamed. “I’m so sorry man, I didn’t want to.”

“It’s too late for apologies now,” Colby zipped up his bag and shoved his feet into his boots. “I’m done!” With that he left the room.

“Fuck!” Joe cursed.

Joe was glad to have the next few days home to himself. He kept himself busy with some DIY. His mother came to visit, which was nice as he hadn’t seen her in weeks. It was tough being on the road so often so when he was home, Joe made the most of it. He was due to fly to Atlanta the following day. Based on what had happened with Colby, he had contemplated getting his own hotel room and not seeing Paul again. He was so torn up about how he had used and hurt his friend. He tried to call and had sent him several messages, all of which were ignored. Usually if they had a disagreement, Colby would cave after a couple of days but this went much, much deeper. He eyed the rooms on Booking.com, clicking on the Hyatt Regency. At that moment, his phone vibrated. It was Paul again. He had called a couple of times and sent a few messages but Joe was not ready to deal with him. He would have to face him at some point though and the fact that he was the COO didn’t make matters any easier. He answered.

“Hey,” he said raising his free hand and sweeping his hair back.

“So you finally decided to answer me?” he started in his gravelly tone.

“Things are fucked between Colby and I. Are you happy now? This is what you wanted isn’t it? To drive a wedge between us?” Paul stayed silent for a moment. “It wasn’t what I wanted. I had a feeling that you were still seeing him and I wanted to see what you would do.”

“Well he knows that Monday night was your idea and he’s pissed with me.” Joe stood up and started pacing around the room. “How did he find out!?”

“Well I’m assuming he overheard when you called me Tuesday morning.”

“Fucking hell Joe!” Paul raised his voice.

“This is not my fault! If you weren’t so concerned with giving me orders, none of this would have happened!” Joe roared back, a scowl upon his handsome face.

“OK relax, relax. This arguing is getting us nowhere.” Paul was clearly trying to diffuse the situation. “I can talk to Colby if you want…tell him this was none of your fault.”

“No! He hates you, it’ll make it worse.” Joe started “Look sorry, I know you both don’t see eye to eye.”

“I am his boss though so he’ll just have to deal with it.” Paul said firmly.

“This whole thing is a mess.” Joe sounded hopeless. “Baby, don’t worry. We’ll fix it, I swear. True, we don’t get along but I don’t want it to ruin your friendship. I can’t have you unhappy.” He started cooling off a bit. “Look I’ll schedule a meeting with him tomorrow. Take it from there. I have a lot to do behind the scenes along with a few other meetings tomorrow evening. What time do you think you’ll be finished?”

“Around 9 I think. I have a singles match with Sami.”

“OK well you can let me know for sure and I”ll have a car take you to the Carlton. OK?” Paul advised. Joe was still hesitant. “OK?”

“OK…I just want this thing with Colby sorted. It’s stressing me out.” He started pacing again. “Look, I don’t want you stressed. I want us to have a nice time this weekend. I’ve booked us a nice suite. I want you to relax OK.”

Joe nodded. “OK.” Paul always had a way of making him feel better. “What are you doing?”

“Getting my things together. It’s been a stressful couple of days so I plan on some downtime with you this weekend. No interruptions. I can’t wait to see you,” Joe smiled at Paul’s words. He was starting to feel at ease.

It was 5pm the next day when Colby was called to Paul’s meeting room. He had received an email the night before about it with no idea on what it was about.

“You wanted to see me?” The young man said entering the room. “Close the door. Have a seat.” Paul gestured towards the seat on the other side of the desk he was occupying. He closed down his laptop and set it aside. It had been a while since Paul had seen Colby in person. They normally kept their distance.

“I think we both know what this is about,” Paul started clasping his hands together in front of him. “You tell me,” Colby shrugged folding his arms. Still a bra. Paul thought observing his body language.

“Joe told me what happened. I want you to know that none of it was his fault. It was my idea.” Paul said calmly, keeping eye contact. Colby paused a moment. Paul taking responsibility? Maybe he had changed?

“Why did you do it?” he finally asked, a stern look on his face. “I know you both have a history. I can’t keep an eye on him when he”s on the road…basically, I don’t trust him with you.”

“More like you don’t trust him when he’s with me?” Colby defended raising his voice a little. “I know what you’re like. You sleep around.” He started, trying to shame him. “What I do is nobody’s business-” Paul cut him off “It is when it concerns Joe alright?”

“Look, I’ve been friends with him since day one. We’ve always roomed together. Why the fuck did you tell him to sleep with me if it was going to be such a problem?”

“I had a feeling you two couldn’t share a room without fucking so I wanted it to be on my terms. Simple.” Paul stated, matter of factly.

“Well, that’s fucked up. I don’t like how you’re treating him-” Colby exclaimed. “He’s a good guy. I won’t see you fuck him up Paul.”

“Believe it or not, I know that. Look, we’ve had our past, it didn’t work out but I’ve changed.” Paul tried to reason with him. “I just want you to keep your distance from now on.”

Colby scowled at him. “Are we done here? I’ve got stuff to do.”

“We’re done.” Paul gestured towards the door.

It was 8:45pm when Joe arrive backstage after competing against Sami. He was glad it was over. His stomach had been in knots all day about the whole Paul and Colby situation. As he entered the men’s locker room, he bumped into Colby, who was putting on his boots. There was nobody else around.

“I’ve been trying to reach you all week.” He said softly, approaching him.

“Look, I don’t want to talk about this. Not now.” Colby told him, keeping his focus on getting ready. “I have a match and I don’t need this shit.”

“Fair enough.” Joe pursed his lips and proceeded in grabbing his bag which was on the bench nearby. The silence between them was deafening, something they both weren’t used to. Colby looked in Joe direction after he heard him sigh aloud, undoing his vest.

“Look,” Colby broke the silence approaching him. “What went down this week was really shitty and I don’t think I could ever forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry, I really am.” Joe said sincerely looking into his eyes.

“I just think its best if we call it a day.” He announced. Joe eyes widened. He looked hurt. “I don’t want this to ruin our friendship Colby, please.” At that moment, one of the crew knocked and came in.

“Colby, you’re on in 5.” He called from the door. “I’ll be right there.” The crew member left, closing the door behind him. “That’s on your back.” He simply said as he left. Joe felt defeated. He was already starting to run late. He hadn’t even showered. Fuck. He quickly stripped off in the shower and freshened up. It was almost 9pm when he left the locker room and headed for the car. Seeing Colby had really messed with his mood. He had been looking forward to seeing Paul but now he just felt sick to his stomach. Paul messaged him.

I’ve left a card for you at the desk. I”ll be in the shower so let yourself in.

#roman reigns #wwe #tribal chief #fic #fanfiction #roman reigns fic #d/s #seth rollins #joe anoai #colby lopez #m/m #angst

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zozophoenixxx · 3 years

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Friendly reminders about The Flash⚡️

Things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Season 4✨

Even though this was honestly one of my least favorite seasons it was pretty interesting to watch and it had some pretty cool, badass and hilarious scenes lmao

Ok but the intro on the first episode was kinda cool

Cisco, wally and Joe working together... we stan 🙌🏼

Also the new star labs tables and tech make it look pretty cool

Samuroid, Kilg%re, Hazard, Amunet Black, T•h•e W•e•e•p•e•r, Black Bison, The Thinker, Bᵣₐᵢₙₛₜₒᵣₘ, 千卂ㄥㄥㄖㄩㄒ, Prank and Trickster Jr., Dwarfstar, m̾e̾l̾t̾i̾n̾g̾ ̾p̾o̾i̾n̾t̾, Null, The folded man

Ramsey Deacon aka Kilg%re

Rebecca Sharpe (Becky) aka Hazard

Ralph Dibny aka the elongated man

T•h•e W•e•e•p•e•r

Mina Chaytan aka Black Bison

Dominic Lance aka Bᵣₐᵢₙₛₜₒᵣₘ

Neil Borman aka 千卂ㄥㄥㄖㄩㄒ

Sylbert Rundine aka Dwarfstar

Izzy Bowen

Matthew Kim aka m̾e̾l̾t̾i̾n̾g̾ ̾p̾o̾i̾n̾t̾

Janet Petty aka Null

Edwin Gauss aka the folded man

Wally can speak Japanese😂

Joe being able to forgive Caitlin after what she did is amazing I love them 🥺

West-Allen kiss count (approximately): 46 😘

Cisco being upset because he was at the "doghouse" in ep2 is hilarious

"Rule number 1, when a girl say it's fine, it's not fine" i- I'd be happy with Cisco as my boyfriend

Gypsy's gorgeous bro 🤩

Ok i'm sorry but that "we are the flash" bothers me

Not Cisco, Barry, and Caitlin playing laser tag... AGAINST KIDS😂💀 And Cisco really went "you have failed this city" I love them (ep3)

Jesse just broke up with Wally... With a…

Breakup cube i-

HARRY IS SO AWKWARD

Joe being lost or done with everything going on around him is hilarious, and he also looked so sad when Cecile asked him to sell the house

Iris and Barry really would've gotten married out of the blue if it hadn't been for Kevin (the lil boy in ep3) LMAOOO

This boy really used cinnamon incense on purpose when the father was allergic to it and just went :) ┐(´ー｀)┌

"no need to shame the little boy" I-

We love Barry defending little kids 🥺

I liked Cisco's shirt in this episode

Haikus are easy

But sometimes they don't make sense

Refrigerator

Not Wally leaving 🥺😩

BAHHAHHSXHAHSGHASGAH Joe's reaction when Cecile told him she was pregnant

OMG just realized that in the beginning of ep4 when Cisco and Gypsy are making out on Cisco's bed that… BRO I-

After Cisco asked Gypsy what her real name was she went to the bathroom and he stayed in bed but went to look for something in the little night table… that something was probably a condom… Y'ALL WHAT BAHBSAHBSHAS

Ralph Dibny used to be a dirty cop, I had Completely forgotten about this man

I just noticed that every time that Barry goes into a new room he looks around and i guess he tries to grasp as much information of it as possible and it's kinda cute

I like how Breacher always has a serious face but when Gypsy talks to him he smiles 🥺

CISKY KABDjahdHAHDSH

Also Breacher being Danny Trejo (Machete) from Spy Kids

"Good people don't destroy lives and call it noble"

Gypsy's real name is Cynthia and Breacher's Josh

Girl Night's out was an awesome episode, I mean we got to see the girls working together, Felicity, Drunk Barry and Cecile going #feminism it's just great

Amunet was kinda funny lmao Annoying but funny lol

BAHSHAHHA that scene when they get mugged by the guy that try to mugged Barry in s1 is hilariousss (ep6)

Ok but Black Bison (Mina) was right like why are things that belong to people that are still here in a museum?

Uff istg I hate Marlize sm like she's so manipulative and she just slapped Barry like bro u know ur guilty he's just doing his job ugh, I know she becomes good at the end but still 😤🙄

Harry and Caitlin 🥺

I love how Cisco's powers improved throughout the seasons. Like at the beginning he needed his goggles to vibe and now he just did it without them.

Bro even tho Amunet is evil she really just encouraged Caitlin and let her know that she is amazing for her, not only for killer frost.

I like Iris and Caitlin's friendship

The fact that she decided to go after Caitlin, instead of Barry shows how good of a leader she is

"those white girl dreads came straight from the 90s" BAHSHAHHA I love Cisco

Bro no wth I only saw Dominic for one episode and I already loved him 🥺

UGHHHH He didn't do anything this is not fair it makes me so upset like it was so infuriating to see him go through trial for something he didn't do🥺

Ig that's what he felt like when his dad-

I-

Noooooo

Caitlin holding Iris's hand during trial 🥺

Ralph really protected Joe and prevented him from basically destroying his life by planting fake evidence on Marlize's shoes

Ok but I love 千卂ㄥㄥㄖㄩㄒ's episode because I think it's like the first time that we get to see Killer Frost fighting alongside them 🥺

They really helped Caitlin turn into Killer Frost with... puppies 🥺😂❤️

Bro the amount of people that are in jail for crimes they didn't commit makes me so upset

And the fact that he got the same cell as his dad 🤌🏼😩

"I'm the fastest mop alive" I love how even when he's in prison he's still finds a way to smile or make Iris smile i-

Zoey Clark was James Jesse's girlfriend and Axel Walker's mother.

Ralph's first superhero name was stretchy man

Lexi La Roche was Caitlin's childhood bully

Omg just saw Nora for the first time in s4 ehhh actually probably not the first time since I think she appeared in the crossover but I skipped that episode so oh well 😂

She's so awkward- her Barry is showing lmaoooo

OMG I love this, Cecile just found out she can read minds lmaooo

JOE'S FACE BAHSHHHAHAHA

SHE'S A TELEPATH

BULBASAUR BAHAHAHAHAHA

Big Sir's real name is Dave and i-🥺

BARRY'S A CHEATER ABSHAHAHH he cheated on poker lmaooo

Cecile would definitely be me if I had powers

Harry's actually pretty insecure

Mini Ralph and Mini Cisco are hilarious

I will forever love Big Sir like 🥺

The fact that he did get his happy ending 🥺☺️❤️

Bro I felt so bad when the bus metas were almost free and Devoe took them 🥺

I'm ngl I'd love to get a pep talk from killer frost

OMG THATS WHY HE NEEDED T•h•e W•e•e•p•e•r i never really understood why he needed him but it was to keep Marlize in love

BAHSHAHHA I love Cisco "Ralph I love you but you sleep on a futon" (a damp futon)

AND IRIS "you nasty" JAHSHAHA

Ok but I love Izzy Bowen's energy, she reminds me of Laurel sm

I love how Harry calls Cecile- DA Cecile Horton

The Flash s4:E14 "Subject 9" minute 12:14 - Cisco yelling "Iris" with the voice Crack is the most hilarious thing I've seen today lmaoo

Just realized that the first time we saw Izzy Bowen she was singing Somethin' Bad which was probably foreshadowing what was going to happen with her character

Bro izzy🥺

"AH SON OF A BREACH" BAHSHAHHA

Iris being a speedster is kinda cool and I like that her lightning is purple :)💜⚡️

Cisco just saved Iris 🥺

Poor Cisco, Harry just destroyed his little airplane thingie he was working on because he was looking for his thinking cap that Joe had because Harry was getting addicted to it

And Joe noticed because Harry had the same symptoms as Francine did 🥺

Bro that scene in ep18 where Marlize and Iris are fighting is pretty badass, especially when Iris basically stabs herself to get rid of Marlize or when Joe makes it into the Cortex with the Samuroid's head in a pole lmaooo😂

Ralph and Killer Frost 🥺

I love Snart from Earth-X

Bro no I love Cisco and Gypsy I cried when they broke up 🥺

Amunet's real name is Leslie Jocoy

Diggle throwing up after running with Barry every single time is hilarious😂

I love it when Cecile inhabits other people's minds right when she's about to give birth BAHSHAHHA SHE REALLY IMPERSONATED JOE PERFECTLY

Joe and Cecile baby's name is Jenna Marie West🥺☺️

This house is bitchin' BAHAHAHA I hated this cliffhanger like I loved it bc it wasn't that bad but it was yk?😂

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Favourite flash episodes from any season?

Ooo that’s a hard one, but I have a LOT. I’ll give my favorites from each season.

Season 1: 1x01 “Pilot” I don't know what other way to describe it except for the word: YES. It started my obsession if I’m being honest.

1x20 “The Trap” I have no idea why I like this one so much, it’s just a really good episode to me. The whole Cisco in the dream scene never fails to make me laugh, and then Joe not giving Eddie his permission to propose to Iris. There’s just so many good parts of this episode.

Season 2: 2x13, 2x14 “Welcome to Earth-2″ “Escape from Earth-2″ Earth-2 feels like a fever dream tbh, I loved Barry acting like Earth-2 Barry and the whole doppelgängers stuff. We heard about Earth-2, so finally seeing it was so cool. It’s one of the best of the season, IMO.

2x16 “Trajectory” It’s one of those episodes that I just can’t explain why I love it. I think the whole club Westallen scene is golden, the whole “promise me if we get married, you won’t do that dance at our wedding.” and then Barry’s response. It just makes me die of laughter I have no idea why.

Season 3(there’s a lot here): 3x04 “The New Rogues” solely because of the Westallen scenes, and Barry with the pillow on his lap kills me every single time.

3x09 “The Present” As heartbreaking as this episode is, I always seem to rewatch it. I think it’s just a really good storytelling episode, it moves the story along drastically that keeps you intrigued.

3x17 “Duet” I mean it’s Grant AND Melissa singing. Plus Darren Criss, it’s too good not to love. And the Westallen proposal at the end, *chef’s kiss*. It’s safe to say I have this episode memorized.

3x19 “The Once and Future Flash” I cry every time during this episode but it's just really good. Barry not caring about Caitlin turning full Killer Frost and trying to save Iris just makes me so happy. I have that whole time vault scene between Present and 2024 Barry memorized, it’s a problem.

3x21 “Cause and Effect” Barry with no memories is the funniest thing ever, it never fails to make me die of laughter.

(I would include 3x22 and 3x23, but I cry too hard so that makes me dislike them.)

Season 4:(possibly my favorite season): 4x01 (The Flash Reborn) Barry coming back made me be able to exhale. I had been waiting so long for that. And then my Westallen is united, it’s just happiness.

4x15 “Enter Flashtime” This might be my favorite episode EVER. I can't describe how much I love it, the whole lighting rod concept finally being so clear, I cry happy tears, man.

4x16 “Run, Iris, Run” My favorite character(besides Barry) getting speed. Ugh, YES. My heart during that cortex hug, it explodes.

Season 5: 5x05 “All Doll’d Up” I mean...Iris jumped off a freakin building for Barry, enough said.

Season 6: 6x07, 6x08 “The Last Temptation of Barry Allen Part 1″ and “The Last Temptation of Barry Allen Part 2″ Barry seeing baby Nora breaks my heart, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it.

6x17 “Liberation” THE ENDING. That destroys me, I will literally never not cry. Like for real.

Season 7: 7x03 “Mother” This episode was a gift from God, like the Westallen content was immaculate. Eric Wallace really blessed us.

7x05 “Fear Me” I love this episode because it really capitalized on Barry’s weakness, and it got me speculating for later episodes. Plus the Tornado twins teaser, was so unexpected but Im here for it.

7x11 “Family Matters Part 2″ THAT ENDING MAKES THE EPISODE MY AUTOMATIC FAVORITE. My OTP is starting to try for a child(ren), ive wanted this for so long fr.

(I’m calling it now the episode Iris finds out she's pregnant, and the episode where she tells Barry will be my ABSOLUTE favorites. And the 150th episode of course, I mean we get to see Nora again AND meet Bart. It’s already gonna be good.)

But those are my favorites, let me know which ones you agree with and what your favorite episodes are. Hasta luego! ;)

(that means see you later in Spanish)

#fangirl226 #replies #asks #the flash

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Fated to Love You here reaffirming my long held conviction that no pure romance drama should be 20+ episodes.

This show is... really something. It is, in the fullest possible sense, A Lot. It starts out as an all-out screwball comedy wrapped around a troperiffic romance fluff plot. Wall to wall clichés, but not in a bad way; in a meta, self-aware, peak performance, finest Velveeta way. And if you’re not familiar with screwball comedy, think ‘light-hearted crack fic with slapstick and farce’. There is nothing believable or grounded about any aspect of it, it starts at Bonkers Level: Platinum and it only climbs higher as it goes on.

(On a side note, this results in the leading man being possibly the most memorable love interest in romcom history. His introduction scene is nothing short of batshit insane and you can't reliably predict how he will respond to anything. I have never seen a main character like this, he is all over the shop and utterly singular. Your first reaction to him is ‘wtf?’, your second and third reactions are ‘really?! this guy??’, your fourth reaction is ‘okay he do be mad hot tho’, your fifth and final reaction is ‘I cannot believe this performance exists, I have no idea what he is doing, but it is amazing.’

Appropriately(?) the actor who plays him is an uncanny Korean doppelgänger of Johnny Depp and- between the resemblance, the mannerisms, and the fearless total commitment to a bold as fuck acting choice with the very serious chops to back it up- I’m not convinced they aren’t half brothers separated at birth.

They do sabotage my happiness several times by starting to randomly style his (long, beautiful) hair very weird, fixing it right when the plot is rapidly circling the drain so he looks his hottest just as the show becomes briefly unwatchable, and then ruining him for the entire second half of the series by shearing it all off. WHY, my anguished cry goes up. Why do you do this?! Why does he have like seven hairstyles over the course of the show? Much later they even briefly give him that ubiquitous Kdrama Second Lead haircut with weirdly forward combed fringe in a solid straight line across the brow all the way back from the crown. It looks terrible on everyone and I hate it so much. This version was less bad than most but it is still bad. Anyway.)

So it’s an incredibly fun time to start but there are some problems with the tone and plot even in the first 9 episodes, including when the lovers start getting along really well right away and they’re both thoroughly decent people so there’s nothing keeping them from having a lovely time together making the best of the circumstances (forced/fake marriage). And, instead of introducing new conflict or advancing one of the dozen conflicts previously established and actually moving forward, there is a painfully contrived rehash of something they already dealt with which is then just never resolved. They make the hero leap to a conclusion his wife is nefarious after he’d already decided once that she isn’t (though it was completely reasonable for him to think she was- the fact that he decided to trust her so quickly just speaks to what kind of person he is), never try to find out more or talk to anyone about it, start pushing her away because of it, and have all this come to absolutely nothing. It only exists so he’ll stop being so incredibly nice to her and they won’t fall in love too fast.

You’d think they would have to eventually clear the air before the romance advances right? No. It wasn’t a real plot point, it was just a reset button to get them estranged and hostile again after they connect over their kindred spirits and we’ve spent a bunch of time showing how profoundly supportive and honourable our hero is. He’s being beautifully mature and selfless because he’s a really good dude (unusual for a romcom drama, right? for the main guy to be nice and considerate? to accept responsibility even if he doesn’t have to? Gun’s weird but he’s wonderful), but the writers need him to be cold and standoffish, so they just make him act like an unreasonable idiot for a while. He’s been thus far hugely proactive and direct and honest about everything, it’s one of his most prominent character traits, but suddenly he’s going to avoid confrontation in favour of being super passive aggressive?? Then the writers never solve it. Never! It just goes away. He got over it, I guess? He decided he doesn’t care if she’s a gold digger who deliberately trapped him? God forbid we have motivations that make sense and organic character drama, right? It's not like he didn't have totally valid reasons to be suspicious that could have led to legitimate conflict our heroine would struggle to vindicate herself from.

But anyway, apart from that kind of lazy bullshit, it’s a fine romance plot with extremely endearing characters who have great chemistry. They are fun and well-rounded and incredibly human despite all the silliness and OTT antics. Their relationship is hugely, hugely engaging and the dynamic is perfect, they really complement each other as characters and organically drive each other's arcs. There's the genuine depth and warmth and quiet pathos so often lacking from this kind of show. Things progress at a semi-reasonable pace. They work up to confessing their mutual feelings and get into some cute shenanigans before making out. It happens soon enough that you are not frustrated, but there's still plenty of build-up. Then- uh oh! We’re only 9 eps in and we have another 11 hours to fill with this fluffy plot!

Time for a bunch of absolute fucking nonsense. Time for our show, which has been so goofy and removed from reality it occasionally resembles a Monty Python skit, which has been so light it asks you to ignore the frankly incredibly fucked up implications of its premise for the sake of comedy (they were both drugged and proxy raped resulting in a pregnancy- the FL was a virgin prior to this and Gun had a girlfriend he wanted to propose to- and it was the FL’s family who did this to them: SUPER FUCKED UP), so farcical that it makes Some Like it Hot look like a gritty crime drama, that show to cover a bunch of serious heavy shit.

First, the rankest of melodrama. The families and the world all turn on our couple, but their love is true and will conquer all- UNTIL, he randomly collapses and gets convenient Soap Opera Amnesia. He’s forgotten their entire relationship and a series of coincidental pieces of misconstrued evidence, the machinations of his scheming ex girlfriend, the Soap Opera Doctor’s advice, and his closest confidants all going along with this conspire to make him believe (AGAIN) that his wife just wants his money.

This whole terrible episode is mercifully brief, but it just gets worse after his memory returns. This is where we get into the Noble Idiocy. The ‘pretend you don’t love them to “save them” from getting hurt by hurting them and making their important life decisions for them as if they don’t have a basic fucking right to decide that themselves’ kind. Which goes on for three FUCK years in the show. He wastes three years of their lives they could have spent together because he’s worried he might die young (in a terrible way) and doesn’t want to put her through that. And, of course, they inevitably get together later, so all he did was make it infinitely worse for her either way. To say nothing of how he thus couldn’t be there for her through the loss of their child. Possibly my most hated fucking trope of all time when done this way.

And, yep, you read that right. This show that has the single most batshit bonkers over the top slapstick I have ever seen in a kdrama, this show has a storyline where the fluffy romcom trope accidental pregnancy ends in massive trauma. Because she was standing around in the street after realising he does remember her (he continued to pretend he had amnesia after his memories came back, it’s all part of the stupid noble idiocy so I glossed over it) and gets hit by a car in the middle of their angst staring.

It is nearly Meet Joe Black levels of hilariously abrupt and incongruous.

so, blah blah, they lose their baby (there’s a very stupid whole thing about her telling everyone to save the baby instead of her- the baby is not far enough along for this to have been remotely viable. She is like 3 months pregnant. They all act like there’s a choice to be made between them and she’s mad at her husband for choosing to save her, but there was NO CHOICE. Either she lives or they both die! ffs I’m so irritated about this) and then he dumps her ~for her own good~~ because he loves her too much to make her go through losing him? So she loses him sooner?? right after their baby died???

Why do people in these stories always think being betrayed and abandoned for no reason and being incredibly angry at someone you love while also not getting to be with them is somehow less painful than making the best of your life together and then losing them against their will? ‘I will make her hate me and then she won’t be sad we broke up/I died!!!!’ is such a fucking galaxy brain take and I despise it with the heat of ten thousand suns. Fuck you, Spider-Man. You aren’t protecting anyone, the villains still know you love MJ and will still use her against you, you clod. Emotionally torturing the person you love is not going to make them not a target because the villains are not as fucking stupid as you two. Anyway.

Amnesia was right where I started fast-forwarding and skipping around (because I couldn’t bear it), but it only goes downhill from there. Maybe I would have toughed out more of the wretched middle part plot twist if they hadn’t cut all the hot guy’s hair off. If I’m going to watch total nonsense tedious melodrama, I need it to at least be pretty. I understand it was a Symbolic Haircut but damnit! Let me have this!

And it ultimately does the thing that kdramas seem obsessed with and which makes me want to claw out my own eyeballs with frustration. There’s a giant time skip, the female lead gets a personality transplant, all narrative momentum is lost, and the characters who eventually (at ENORMOUS length) get together permanently are essentially completely different characters with a completely different dynamic than the couple you were shipping for 90% of the story. It is so FUCKING unsatisfying and it is EVERYWHERE.

Not so much with this one because this one still had a lot of very romantic scenes late in the game, but most that do this, it’s also like all the romance is sucked out of the post-time skip episodes and the ending is a consolation prize instead of a triumphant culmination. Inevitably, the heroine abruptly cools off and is suddenly wary of the hero and wants this Important New Career she never mentioned until the penultimate episode but is now her one true life’s dream. What the apparently irresistible appeal is of these contrived separations and demure conclusions is I CANNOT FATHOM. I’m here for the fucking romance guys, you have not made Citizen Kane, please just indulge me with a big schmoopy finale.

And if not that, it’s frequently that there’s been so many random mood swings and so much shitty behaviour by the end that the relationship doesn’t make sense and you don’t know why they even bother to get back together.

I’m not inherently against all misunderstandings (they are the bread and butter of low stakes romance let’s be real) or attempts at noble idiocy from misguided characters, but the duration and seriousness of the drama these generate needs to be in proportion to how ridiculous they are. If your entire plot can be solved by a thirty second conversation there is NO REASON not to have and the continuation of the misunderstanding is a result of someone just NOT SPEAKING UP when any functional human being would have spoken up seven times by now IT’S BAD.

Do little cliff-hangers, whatever, but don’t draaaaagg out silly misconceptions into Shakespearean tragedy, it’s just wearying. It makes me hate the characters for acting like emotionally constipated toddlers with terminal stupidity. If there is so little trust, so little understanding, and so little basic patience between these people, they probably shouldn’t be dating, so try fucking harder, writers. And noble idiocy that is more than an impulse they fairly quickly see the error of is just insulting. You are not helping the other person, you are being domineering and selfish. I have a whole complex about wasting time and seeing endless parades of characters flushing years down the toilet for literally no reason gives me hives. Especially when the whole issue is about time!

(And, btw, so much of the plot is about how desperately the family needs an heir and everyone still wanting them to have kids the second time they get together- while the ~dilemma used to keep them apart is a GENETIC DISEASE which could STRIKE AT ANY TIME. Do you SEE THE PROBLEM WITH THIS WRITERS????? NO, I KNOW YOU DON’T. ommmmmmmmggggg that’s awful! So they’re just dooming more kids to Soap Opera Brain Disease? And maybe growing up without a father just as Gun did? And no one even considers suggesting adoption??? He never considers that he shouldn’t have biological children despite thinking he shouldn’t have a wife?)

ANYWAY. Please do watch the first nine episodes and the last three, it’s bananas. They are cute as fuck, Gun is The Best, and the tropey romance scenes are top quality. You don't get those things executed so well, it doesn't happen, so you need this in your life. The acting is of a calibre you never usually see in modern romcoms; these are people at the top of their game committing utterly and taking these characters completely seriously. In that way it is pure wish fulfilment for me as someone who loves romance and is almost always disappointed by popular romance media, and thus the show is incalculably special. But skip the middle. Just skip it. It's not worth the suffering. I find the tone whiplash honestly just this side of crass.

I’ve been thinking about it for over a week and I truly love the main characters so it did plenty right, but I just cannot with wedding the two things this show is trying to be together, especially when it goes so hard in two mutually exclusive directions. but also the Meet Joe Black sudden car accident device is not redeemable under any circumstances. Can we never do that again, please.

#fated to love you #kdrama #jang hyuk #writing

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lipstickmarks · 1 year

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I posted 3,389 times in 2022

That's 3,361 more posts than 2021!

240 posts created (7%)

3,149 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hellcheertrashman

@wildestdreamcatcher

@ilostmycommunicator

@eddiessidegirl

@lunastar92

I tagged 1,500 of my posts in 2022

#eddissy - 662 posts

#eddie munson - 632 posts

#chrissy cunningham - 574 posts

#hellcheer - 453 posts

#eddie x chrissy - 299 posts

#stranger things - 288 posts

#chrissy x eddie - 141 posts

#grace van dien - 90 posts

#joseph quinn - 43 posts

#stranger things 4 - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#yes sir i understand this is the underworld and i can’t technically take any souvenirs but how many people have you let in here before 🤨

My Top Posts in 2022:

i just want eddie and chrissy to be the iconic loved up rock and roll power couple of the 80s and 90s they deserved to be (aka a healthy version of pamela anderson and tommy lee)

chrissy cuts off contact with her parents and runs away with eddie

before she leaves, she packs up some stuff from her room: her old cheer uniform & pom poms, a picture of her brother and her when he was little, and all the money she got from her 18th birthday

she and eddie have about $500 between the two of them and they high tail it to new york

they have a shitty apartment. small, pest infested, loud neighbors, appliances that don’t work, and the mattress from eddie’s van

it’s horrid but they’re so so happy. the two of them have never felt this free. when eddie tries to open the fridge and the door literally breaks off, she and chrissy burst into ab-burning laughter and end up kissing and making jokes about their situation

as luck would have it, chrissy’s old ballet teacher lived in new york and had a dance studio there. she’s more than thrilled to give chrissy a job as a junior teacher.

meanwhile, eddie gets a job at a recording studio by showing off his ear for music (mans is a whole guitar prodigy, they hired him on the spot)

the owner of the studio really grows to like eddie. he also has a daughter that he always brings in and eddie manages to make her laugh by his silly faces and voices, earning eddie even more brownie points with him

chrissys dance teacher, Vera and eddie’s boss, Joe become chrissy and eddie’s found family/pseudo parents

Joe let’s eddie mess around in the studio and one weekend, when corroded coffin is visiting, they record their demo and Joe and his daughter just happen to be there

Joe is floored by eddie’s talent and plays the tape for his bosses. they sign corroded coffin on the spot

eddie and chrissy upgrade to a slightly nicer apartment and have the band plus Vera, Joe, and Joe’s daughter over for dinner.

Ahem— sparks start to fly between single Vera and divorced Joe 😏

that fall, corroded coffin drops their first album: “I wouldn’t remember me either” - thematically, it’s about putting on a front to get attention juxtaposed with the feeling of being invisible, never feeling good enough and all your actions feeling hollow etc. BUT finding your person and allowing yourself to realize “hey even though i have flaws and i’m not happy with myself, i’m not an imposter and i’m worthy of this love” It’s essentially Eddie’s diary.

The album is a HUGE hit. Metalheads, rockers, LOTR nerds, the general public- everyone loves it and loves corroded coffin.

Chrissy could not be prouder of Eddie but she’s a little apprehensive of the fame and success going to his head (the same thing happened with Jason when he made team captain) but Eddie remains her over dramatic, nerdy, lover boy.

Eddie’s thrilled by his success but he still only has eyes for chrissy. he’s still kind of in belief that she’s with him and he maintains her as his priority and making sure she feels happy, loved, and safe with him.

Chrissy starts getting a little notoriety too, so much that she’s offered some modeling gigs, but she turns them down. She’s not keen on riding Eddie’s coattails plus, she loves teaching the kids at her dance studio.

But in 89, when Eddie asks Chrissy to be the cover art for his next album, Mean and Scary, she enthusiastically says yes

They actually take the pictures with Eddie’s polaroid in their apartment alone. He wants a steamy cover but Chrissy feels more comfortable doing it alone plus Eddie doesn’t want to subject her to the eyes of the media like that.

He gets the picture, one of her leg around his waist and her manicured nails on the nape of his neck. her bare skin is a stark contrast to his tattoos

He has the marketing guys edit it into a black and white cover with red lightning in the back, you can’t tell it’s them just from looking but anyone who knows eddie and chrissy personally known

Everyone knows that picture. It’s iconic, it’s plastered on people’s walls, it changed the landscape of late 80s/early 90s rock n roll album art

people tattoo it under their skin, couples recreate it, lesser bands rip it off but it is so undeniably Corroded Coffin

By the 90s, Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham are household names

They’re THE it couple of the 90s. everyone wants to be them, people seek out partners like them. Characters in movies are based on their aesthetic

every girl wears Chrissy’s perfume

every guy cuts his hair like Eddie

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grace confirming that chrissy is an introvert adds another layer to jason & chrissy’s relationship (in that it was forced and/or unsatisfying) because no introvert on earth would feel comfortable with a public declaration like that. also, she doesn’t shout out “love you too, babe!” she replies with a quiet, unnoticed air kiss.

you can’t convince me chrissy doesn’t want to love people privately, away from prying eyes (ahem, say alone in the woods with the town outcast)

jason is completely ignorant to the way that his partner wants to love and be loved. he doesn’t listen to chrissy or pick up on her cues. you know who did pick up on her cues?

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all tied up ~ S.S.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader Category: Smut Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: smut, bondage, cum play, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering

Watching Stephen fold the dark blue ties into knots was making your heart race and sending shock waves through your entire body.

There’s no other person in this life or the next who you trusted quite like your Stephen, trust enough to bind you to his bedpost while he pleasured you.

“Are you ready for this, sweetheart?” His deep gravelly voice asked. Stephen was kneeling on the bed beside you, black sweatpants still covering his lower half. But his torso was on full display for you, taut abs and a sharp v-line that made your mouth water.

You nodded.

“Ready.” You breathed out.

Stephen leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, a startlingly romantic precursor. He moved his kisses down your neck and placed his large hands on your sides.

You could feel his erection through his sweatpants. You wanted to reach out and stroke him, touch his face, anything.

“Stephen…” You moaned. “Come on, don’t torture me.”

He smirked against your skin,

“Getting impatient already, sweetheart? We’ve barely started.” He started kissing down your collarbone and chest, occasionally nibbling on your skin. He kissed down your stomach all the way to your thighs, just inches away from where you needed him most.

Stephen took the skin of your thigh between his teeth and nibbled gently. He moved from thigh to thigh and his breath ghosted against you, causing your entire body to twitch.

Stephen chuckled darkly and placed his palms flat on the tops of your thighs to anchor you down. He pressed delicate kisses to your flesh before pressing his tongue flat against you. He started licking into you, ravaging you like he was starving.

Your hips bucked into his mouth and you could feel him smirking against you. He knew you wanted to get your hands on him, but that just spurred him on. He licked at your swollen clit, eliciting a string of moans from you. Your body started to respond more widely to him - your abs clenched, your toes curled, your breathing became more erratic.

“Go on, sweetheart. Cum on my tongue.” He breathed against you.

His words were enough to push you over the edge. You came hard and fast on his tongue and Stephen lapped up every bit of it. When he was done, he leaned up and kissed you. Hard. Then he gathered up some of your cum on his fingers and urged them inside of your mouth for you to taste. You licked his fingers clean and sucked on them a bit as well.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside this pretty pussy…” He mumbled.

Stephen removed his boxers, freeing his cock. His tip was red and leaking with precum. The sight of it was driving you insane. You reached out to touch him, but were held back by the scarves.

Stephen smirked as he stroked himself.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not gonna torture you any longer.”

He lined up his tip with your entrance. In contrast to his words, he swirled his tip around your entrance, just ghosting over your hole at first.

You whimpered and moaned, desperate to have him fill you up. You clenched around nothing and moved your hips forward to try and guide him deeper inside you. When you did, he pulled back, making you shiver.

“Stephen.” You warned.

He chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned down to kiss you again and just as your lips touched, he slipped inside you, stretching you out as he did.

You weren’t sure you’d ever get used to the feeling of Stephen inside of you. He wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination and you loved the combined pleasure and pain.

The slight burn from him stretching your walls ignited your senses and seemed to ignite fires that spread from your veins throughout your entire body. Your back arched slightly to accommodate him. When he finally bottomed out, you could feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck!” You cried out in pleasure. “Stephen, you feel so good.” Your head fell back on the pillow. You were so desperate to feel that delicious friction, for it to build to a fever pitch. You wanted it. You wanted him. And you wanted him now.

“Stephen, move please. I’m begging you.”

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i love how eddie’s following her line of sight, showing that a) he’s paying attention to her being unsettled and b) he BELIEVES her

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My #1 post of 2022

Imagine Wayne Munson walking Chrissy down the aisle

imagine him hanging a stocking for her at christmas

imagine him always leaving extra blankets out when chrissy spends the night

imagine him and eddie buying party decorations for her birthday

imagine him signing cards/notes/letters “Uncle Wayne”

imagine him having little morning talks with chrissy while eddie’s still sleeping

imagine him always giving her a hug when she comes over

imagine him being the one to point out that chrissy lives there because she and eddie didn’t even realize she came to visit and never went home

imagine him being a little less sloppy when she starts coming around

imagine him driving her and eddie to go get a christmas tree and letting chrissy pick it out

imagine wayne and eddie being the family chrissy never had but always deserved

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coffeebeannate · 4 years

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thoughts on the old guard characters? (a long one I know lol)

HO BOY.

I LOVE long asks when I have the braincells! *He says, as if he ever has braincells*

ANYWAY.

I’m going to go with just the movie for now, since I’ve only read the first volume of the comics yet and there’s definitely some changes.

This post is long, so I put all my brain rambles beneath the cut.

I also cheated and only did the Guard themselves for some brevity, if you want extensions with Copley, etc. I’ll do a part two :)

Andy/ Andromache the Scythian

ANDY. ANDY. ANDY ANDYYYYYYYYYYY.

I love her. I love her SO MUCH. I regret that I never really explore her as much as I want to. Because there is just SO MUCH THERE. There is so much to work with, to explore to understand and to see. I adore her. She’s jaded, but she’s also clearly somewhat passionate in her own way. Something has kept her going this long. She loves her family. She is at her most open and honest and vulnerable with her family!

The world gets a facade, her calm, collective glance of ‘I don’t give a fuck but I actually do give a fuck but letting you know I give a fuck makes things complicated’. But when she’s with Nicky and Joe, (and Booker), she’s laughing, she’s enjoying their company. She looks so happy and instantly relaxes and I JUST!!

I love that she’s not some 19 year old (possible ageism). I love that they let a 45 year old actress play a character who is clearly over 30 and very much badass. The whole ‘only young women or very old women in movies’ trope is so old, so overdone. (And I’m still salty about this person who said it’s bullshit to see ‘grandma Charlize beating up men twice her size’, as if Liam Nesson doesn’t do just that in his seventies BUT ANYWAY).

Andy is SO multilayered. She’s clearly struggling, and she’s angry and cynical and OH so fucking tired, but she’s still VERY LOVING. She cares about Nile, she cares about her family, she CARES. She’s allowed to be upset! She’s allowed to be ugly emotionally (as they might say it in Hollywood, ffs), she’s allowed to be angry and happy and sweet and she has agency and vulnerability and I JUST LOVE THAT.\

She can also step on me I mean what.

ANYWAY.

Nile Freeman

NILE. NILE MADAM.

Nile is just a MARVEL. She’s sweet. She’s caring. She has ALL the heart and takes NONE of the shit!! There’s so much to her. She’s devoted (I really love that she’s religious, and that the movie doesn’t take this away from her, regardless of things that happen). I love how utterly devoted she is. I love that she’s able to retain so much of her own personal autonomy, AND that she’s both scared and confused, but also SECURE.

Nile doesn’t know WTF is happening. First kill in the Marines, very sudden death, you have a brand new family? Oh, you also can’t see your family again? Your mother and brother? Oh and this lady with the bizarre name has effectively kidnapped you so you can’t be shipped to a lab in Germany? THE FUCK.

Kiki does such a MAGNIFICENT job too! Like the amount of emotions she conveys!! All of Nile’s confusion, anger, upset. Hurt. How throughout all this, she’s shown as street smart! Clever! ADPATABLE.

Nile becomes something ‘new’ but retains her original personality entirely. And I LOVE that. She is young, but she isn’t babied. She’s allowed to be guided without being considered infantile. She’s allowed to be here whole self and it’s SO GOOD.

Also, you wake up in a Humvee in the desert and your first instinct is to kick the back end out and roll away? And then stab your kidnapper?? AMAZING.

I love that she’s an art nerd. I love her enthusiasm, I love her heart. I love her cleverness. I love how she can be a bit “wtf’ but also flat out doesn’t take ANYONE’S bullshit EVER.

“We’re not going to Paris” HELL MA’AM GUESS WE ARE NOT.

Sebastien Le Livre/ Booker

(Rucka once again I ask you, was that name only for the punning? Because I love puns to but cmon)

So..Booker.

I’m..I’m not neutral, but I tend to not think about him much beyond what is necessary. I think I’d feel that my thoughts on him are ‘complicated’ so I’ll keep his section short. I WILL say that his character is VERY well written. Booker cannot be called a flat character. And maybe I’m naive, but my first time watching the movie? Yeah, totally goddamned BLINDSIDED. And I give the movie a LOT of credit for that.

Maybe smarter people saw it coming, but I sure didn’t. So hey, kudos.

I understand him. I understand his motivations. And for a person suffering from that kind of depression, the toxic sabotaging kind, yeah. It’s well done. His motives are..his motives. I’ll probably not ever know what it feels like to outlive your children. But lots of my family members did. I get how it destroys you.

However, Booker needs help. And it’s on Booker, IMO, to get that help, outside of his family. Because he hurt them. He hurt them badly. It’s not the kind of thing you just come back from.

Consider my attitude..curious.

Joe/Yusuf Al-Kaysani

I can’t make this too long I can’t make this too long I can’t-

JOE. Is a MARVELOUS MAN. He’s soft. He’s artistic. He’s strong and sweet and his entire face lights up like the actual honest to god sun that he IS. I love how much he loves. I love how compassionate he is. I love his passion. His soft voice. His kind caring attitude.

BUT AS A FLIP SIDE.

I love how badass he is. I go slightly feral from the bullet spitting ‘very pissed off’. DARLING, NO KIDDING. I love how he’s just got this kinda hidden swag element. He is so clearly the life source of every room he enters. Show stealer. He’s the one that makes people feel comfortable immediately. With charm and boastfulness. With just such great WARMTH. Joe feels like a fireplace. You just want to curl up with him.

He cares so much about the world. His husband. His family.

THE SPEECH??

Imagine someone LOOKING AT YOU THAT WAY. No wonder Nicky is downright wavering on us. I’D FAINT.

Joe seems to love the world around him so much. And yeah, okay, he holds out with justified anger. (I SUPPORT THIS ANGER), but he’s also clearly affectionate. He’s open with his love. Joe literally wears his heart on his sleeve. You KNOW how Joe is feeling at all times. Because Joe can’t hide it. And if you have his love and friendship, you have it forever.

Joe could do audiobooks. Joe could paint museums full of paintings.

And those curls? Best. Incredible.

Marwan made Joe into such an incredible character I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR SIR I LOVE HIM.

Nicky/ Nicolò di Genova

Ahhh Joe’s other half. Man of few words, but when those words come out they cut and say so DAMNED MUCH. And what isn’t said vocally is always said with a look, a smile. MICRO EXPRESSIONS THAT SPEAK THE WORLD.

Nicky seems like such an aware character. Nicky is the type that makes very conscious decisions every single day. Be kind. Daily. This is not the type of man who does anything lightly. I feel like Nicky is a calculated sort, but with EVERYTHING. Because he KNOWS that your presence in this world makes an impact. He knows how important being self-aware is. He feels so lucky and grateful to be with Joe and his family at all times.

I LOVE HIS SNIPING. I love his outfits! I love how intense and sweet and compassionate he is. I feel like he has some little shit energy. Doing something slightly devious? Probably. Having ideas just because? Damned right! I can only imagine how much dry teasing Joe has endured over the centuries. Because Nicky is just so raw and clever. You can never be entirely sure what he’s thinking, perhaps. Joe can read him like a book, but I think anyone else might be finding themselves looking a touch harder. Just in case.

I love Luca’s accent! I love how competent Nicky is! He loves Joe just as openly too, and I adore it??

“The love of my life was the people I’ve been taught to hate” THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE! AND THAT TINY SMILE! THE SMILE OF A THOUSAND WORDS.

Quynh

Boss. I want more immediately. I NEED MORE.

Lykon

RIP we barely knew ya.

Final Thoughts:

I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS SO MUCH.

I love that we got ALL THIS.

In TWO DAMNED HOURS.

I love the thoughts the actors put forth. I love how dedicated everyone was to this movie. I love how there’s so much from what could have gone so wrong.

I LOVE THEM!!

#the old guard #thoughts on the old guard #nate answers things #ok to rebagel #I LOVE THEM ALL YOUR HONOUR #old guard characters #asks #ask #THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK SORRY IT'S SO LONG #nilefreemans

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Jyoumi Challenge Day #28: Caring For One With a Fever

Four weeks down! I thought it would be fun to have a little role reversal, what with Joe being the doctor and Mimi having to worry over him. I hope you all enjoy!

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By the time Mimi had gotten up, taken a nice, long shower, and made herself a delicious little breakfast with a cup of coffee, Joe hadn’t even gotten up yet. At first Mimi just thought that maybe he needed a little extra sleep after they had all gone out to karaoke the night before and she and Matt had gotten the man to do more than just nurse a single beer over the course of the night.

But even after she had cleaned her dishes and put them away, she still hadn’t even seen him up, nor did she hear the shower running.

“There’s no way he slept through his alarms…” the woman mumbled to herself, quickly padding towards their room, slowly peeking in, eyes wide when she saw her boyfriend was still asleep.

“Joe! Sweetie!” she called to him as she stepped in, walking over and leaning over to shake him in hopes of stirring him, “You’re going to be late for work!”

Slowly he rolled over, and she could already tell he didn’t look good, least of all from the weak groan that he made when she did.

“Joe!” she gasped, unable to stop the frown on her face now, “You look miserable…”

“I feel miserable…” he said, voice scratchy and face flushed, before he brought up his arm to cough into it.

“Oh you poor thing…” she frowned, “What happened?”

“I was feeling a little rundown by the time we got home last night, but I just figured it was because we stayed out later than normal…” he coughed again, shivering harshly, the sight of which left Mimi’s frown growing deeper, “…I must have caught something at work.”

“Well there is no way you’re going to work today! I won’t hear it!” she said with a wag of her finger.

“For once you won’t hear me argue,” he said with a weak smile, “You should probably get to work, though.”

Mimi was already pulling out her phone with an exaggerated shake of her head.

“Nuh uh, no way. I’m not leaving you to just wither away while I’m at work,” she told him, voice stern. Joe coughed again, trying to sit up but giving up and remaining lying down.

“I’ll probably sleep most of the day anyways. You don’t need to worry about me, Meems,” he insisted. “I’ll get some tea later and probably sleep most of the day. I’ll be fine, honest,” he told her, though he could immediately tell she was unconvinced.

However, Mimi didn’t even seem fazed by his words, holding her phone up to her ear.

“Yolei? Hey! Can you do me a favor? Joe’s sick,” she started, pulling the phone away from her ear for a moment, her free hand covering the speaker, “She says she hopes you feel better.”

“Tell her I said thanks,” he coughed out, letting out another groan.

“He says thanks,” Mimi said as soon as she got back to her conversation, “So I was wondering if you would mind taking charge at the office today? I need someone to lay down the law, and you’re the best candidate imaginable! You will? Oh thanks, you’re the best! I’ll call you later to see how the day went! Bye bye!”

Mimi leaned over to set her phone on the nightstand, placing her hands on her hips, brows raised, “Well, I guess you’re stuck with me today!” she said, excitement in her voice just at the idea of finally getting to baby Joe. This was genuinely a dream come true. She sat down at the foot of the bed, looking over at him and frowning, still clear how miserable he must have been feeling.

Another groan escaped him, wiping his nose with his arm, as he half buried his face in his pillow.

“…Thanks…” came his muffled voice after a bit.

“How about I make you some tea and then you take a nice, long nap?” she suggested, getting up and walking over to him, gently stroking his hair.

“That sounds great…” he mumbled as he turned over, weary eyes looking up at her, but there was just a hint of a smile in them.

“Don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back!” she called, trotting out the door, hearing her boyfriend as she left their room.

“I’ll do my best!”

Mimi couldn’t help but laugh, already making her way into the kitchen as fast as she could so she could start making tea for him. A little tea, some homemade soup, and letting him rest, and he’d be good as new. Maybe even cuddling on the couch in a warm blanket later, if he was feeling up to it. There was no doubt in her mind that he was probably working himself to the bone like always, and she hoped this would convince him to take things just a step slower.

Joe Kido slowing down seemed like something that would probably never happen anytime soon, unfortunately.

But, even if she got a little case of the sniffles, she’d do her best to get him to take the day easy. Tea ready, Mimi carefully took it to the bedroom, setting it on the nightstand next to her phone and leaning to give him a tap on the shoulder.

“Sweetie? Tea’s here,” she said softly, Joe turning to lie on his back, “Lemme help you up.”

With a gentle touch, she slid her hand under him, taking his hand to help him up, adjusting his pillow so he could more comfortably rest against the headboard.

“Thanks. You don’t have to do all this, though,” he assured her, but Mimi shook her head.

“Nonsense, I want to do this. I don’t like seeing you sick, so if I can make your day even a little better while you’re like this, I gladly will,” she nodded.

She helped lead his hands to the cup, helping to guide the cup up to his mouth so he could take a drink. She knew it wouldn’t cure his ailing right away, but seeing how much he was drinking left her happy. She felt so happy that she could help, even a bit.

“Do I make a good cup of tea or what?” she grinned, Joe nodding slowly.

“Definitely,” he said, voice a bit scratchy from all the coughing, “I don’t know why I drink coffee so much if you can make tea this good,” he added, taking another drink.

“Aww, you flatter me If its that good then I think I’ll just need to start making tea more often!” she said, watching as he set the now empty cup down. Mimi leaned forward, placing the back of her hand against his forehead, pursing her lips in thought for a moment, before leaning forward to give him a soft kiss.

“”You don’t have a fever, just the tiniest bit warm…” she mused.

“Probably one of those twenty-four hour colds,” he sighed, “I’m sure I’ll be back to normal tomorrow,” he nodded.

“Well, you still need to make sure to take it easy. How many times have you told me about not overworking your immune system while recovering?” she asked, the edge of her mouth curving upwards in the slightest hint of a smile.

“Ok, you’re right. I’ll make sure to not work so hard tomorrow.”

That she could even get him to relent to that was most definitely progress that she was proud of.

“Good. I don’t like seeing you so worn down.”

“Thanks. I promise, I will take it easy.”

“Good,” she said, patting his leg despite it being covered up by the big blanket the bed had, “Do you want more tea?”

Joe shook his head gently, “No, I think I’m fine for right now. I think I might get back to another nap… I am still feeling pretty tired.”

“”Of course. Sleep well, and feel free to shout if you need anything, ok? I’ll make some good soup for you later, and that’ll get you feeling just right.”

“Thanks so much,” he said, Mimi helping him lower back into bed gently, and in no time at all, he was knocked out again. Mimi leaned down, placing another kiss on his forehead, before leaving the room.

For the next few hours, Mimi had gone out to pick up some groceries for her soup for them, then spending the time after lovingly and painstakingly preparing everything from scratch. Her own recipe of chicken noodle soup, which she was sure Joe probably hadn’t had much of in the past, if at all, but if the past was any evidence, it would perk him right back up.

The soup was simmering, and Mimi allowed herself to rest on the couch, even though she was tempted to go to bed and cuddle up next to Joe for a while.

Early evening, and Mimi had gone back to their room, knocking softly on the door before walking in, “Joe? Are you awake?” she asked softly. Joe pushed himself up from bed.

“Yeah, I’m up. What time is it?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Just after six. Think you’re up for dinner? It’s going to be delicious!”

“That sounds great,” he said, pushing himself up out of bed with a bit of a struggle, Mimi running over to help him up.

“Are you ok?” she asked, worry lacing her voice.

“Yeah, I think my body is just a little sore from lying in bed all day. It isn’t used to that,” he laughed.

“Which means you have to take it easy,” she said with a playful poke to his arm.

“I’m taking it easy today, right?”

“I’m glad you are.”

He sat down at the table, a long sigh escaping him, when, in the blink of an eye, a bowl of soup was placed down in front of him.

“Time for your get well soup! All homemade! If this doesn’t get the pep back in your step, nothing will!” she told him, sitting across from him, staring at him intently.

He looked down at the bowl, chock full of chicken and vegetables, and a happy sigh fell from his lips.

“This looks incredible,” he said, “Smells delicious, too.”

“You go first! I want to know what you think!” she said, watching with anticipation as he took a big spoonful, blew on it, and then ate.

“This is incredible. But I don’t know why you might worry I wouldn’t like it,” he told her.

“Oh, I knew you’d like it. I just wanted to know how much.”

Joe had been mid slurp when she said that, causing him to laugh and spit the soup back in the bowl.

Mimi burst into laughter, unable to help it at what she had just seen.

“I’m sorry that was just too funny! Oh my god!” she said, losing her breath from laughing too hard.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” he asked, falling into a fit of laughter, too.

“Yes! Are you sure you’re ok?” she shot back, laughter now fading into a mess of giggles as she covered her mouth.

“Yes!” he told her, finally starting to calm down— though his stomach was cramping from all the laughter.

It took a bit for the two of them to start to eat again, but when they did, Mimi could tell he was feeling much better. At least, he seemed far less miserable than when he woke up that morning.

Especially since he had gone through three bowls and Mimi had to stop him from a fourth.

It wasn’t much later than that where Joe felt tired again, regrettably halting any chance of snuggling on the couch, though Mimi didn’t mind as long as her boyfriend got a good night’s sleep.

The day had been pretty long, and with a yawn, Mimi decided to change into her pajamas, crawling onto the bed next to her boyfriend who she had just about tucked in just moments earlier.

She had wrapped an arm around him, opting to be the big spoon tonight (something she relished whenever she had the chance for it), in hopes of giving him and last bits of comfort before he fell asleep and hopefully felt better in the morning.

“Thanks for taking care of me today. And sorry if I whined at all,” he said, voice quiet, and she could tell how sheepish he was, which brought a sleepy smile to her face.

“Oh, shush, you weren’t that bad.”

He laughed softly, eyes closing as he relaxed into her, “Well, I’m glad.” She pulled him closer, resting her forehead against his shoulder. She heard him let out a loud yawn.

“…Love you, Mimi,” he mumbled sleepily, turning into her a bit, eyes fluttering closed,

“You, too. In sickness and in health, remember?”

“Yeah… in sickness and in health. Always.”

#jyoumi challenge #digimon #digimon adventure #jyoumi #joe kido #jyou kido #mimi tachikawa #kido jyou #tachikawa mimi

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Troubled Thoughts - Patrick Stump x Reader

Requested by me: It’s the reader’s birthday on tour, but she’s having a shitty day, and Patrick who she shares a room with, tries to make up for everyone else forgetting about her. Reader: female Warnings: alcohol, insecurity concerning body image, about 3 ideas mixed into one story, aka chaos Word count: 4 437 A/N: 1. I’m still sick, so there’ll have slipped more errors through the proof reading than usual. 2. Happy Birthday to me, I guess. 3. I want to dedicate this to everyone out there whose birthday falls on a holiday of their culture/religion that is fixed in the calendar (e.g. like Christmas in Christianity). I know how much it sucks when everyone is busy with the festive activities etc. and completely forgets about you. This story is for us.

Surely it had to be every musician’s dream to spend at least one of their birthdays on tour, surrounded by their friends, travelling the world, making music. And it had been your dream too, your birthday being Boxing Day. As a child you had never had friends over for your birthday, because it was a holiday, and instead you had celebrated with your family.

When you had been little, you had been disappointed, but growing older you had always enjoyed the time with your family. That was about the same time as you realised that you had never gotten a birthday cake before. It was always a big drama, making the birthday cakes for your siblings, but for you? When you had asked your mother about it, she had said there were still so many baked goods in the house, mostly Christmas cookies and chocolates that it would be crazy to make even more.

Another thing, and that was by far the most painful one, was that, other than your parents and grandparents, every single person, most years including even your siblings, forgot that it was your birthday. All your friends were so busy with Christmas, complaining about their families and their presents that they completely forgot about your birthday. God forbid you would have forgotten their birthday though.

And over the last years you could not help like feel as if the people who already liked to use you to drop their problems, took you for granted, not even wondering when you had come into this world for them to use you. After you had joined the band Fall Out Boy, it had gotten better, mostly because you had been able to drop these people, but you still usually celebrated your birthday with your family.

This year was different. Somehow the label had had the brilliant idea you should play shows on the days from the 27th to the 30th of December, so you would be back home just in time for New Year’s Eve. Not that you were looking forward to that evening either, knowing all of your friends had plans that did not include you, but that’s how life was sometimes.

Generally you would not have minded spending the day cramped into the narrow seats of a plane, or running across gigantic airports, trying to catch the next flight. You were not the kind of person who wanted to be in the centre of everyone’s attention, you did not want everyone to focus on your birthday, but if you were honest, you would have expected a bit more than a pat on the shoulder and a “Happy birthday, (y/n).” “Oh right, it’s your birthday”.

Now you were sitting on the blanket of a sterile hotel bed, contemplating your life, and feeling miserable. Pete, Joe and Andy had gone out with the crew but forgotten you were still on the bus, leaving you and Patrick, who had not wanted to join them, behind. Deciding it would be the best to claim one of the rooms into which your manager had already checked you in, you had taken your night bag, and made your way to the shared room. Patrick and you had agreed that it would make the most sense to share a room, since this way you would not get woken up when the others returned.

Through the door to the en-suite bathroom, you heard the water of the shower running. You had already taken a quick shower, which had not at all helped to make you feel any less self-pitying, but you decided for once you had a right so mop around. Patrick would go to sleep soon anyway, so he would hardly be bothered by your bad mood.

Unhappily you looked down your body, and wiggled your toes. Recently you just felt uncomfortable in your body. It was like your skin was an additional layer of clothes, old, dirty clothes, and all you wanted to do was rip it off. Sadly that was kind of impossible, so all you could do was being a miserable little lump on your side of the far too huge bed. Seriously, as long as you were sharing with Patrick, you would not have minded if the bed had been smaller.

You had always liked Patrick, but recently your adoration for the chubby lead singer with the shoulder long, strawberry blond hair, had grown a lot, and while you knew the chances of him even just considering being with you were infinitesimally small, you could not help your fluttering heart, or the little glances when he was not looking.

A few minutes later the water got turned off, and you heard Patrick rustling around in the bathroom. You remembered vividly how much the idea of Patrick taking a shower with just a thin hotel room door separating you, had thrown you off just couple of months ago. But now, after having shared a room with him countless times, you had gotten used to getting your mind back under control.

When he finally left the bathroom, dressed in shorts and a shirt that was several numbers too big for him, his hair dishevelled and still wet, you were still sitting on your blanket. From just sitting around, you had started to notice that it was actually pretty cold in here, but you ignored it the raised hair on your arms.

Patrick rummaged through his belongings, putting away his shampoo and day clothes, not really paying any attention to you. That gave you another opportunity to just look at him. He was concentrated, hunched over his bag, his back a soft round shape that made you wonder what it would feel like to wrap your arms around him now. It had been ages since you had been in a relationship, or even anywhere near one, but you felt like hugging your significant other unexpectedly would be something you would do. But Patrick was not your significant other. The thought hurt you, and the pain reminded you just how awful you had felt all day; like an object that was around, but not really noticed.

Just when your self-deprecating thoughts had reached a new high, Patrick turned around, picking up on your mood immediately.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?”

He placed something next to him on the bed, but you did not care to look, because he crawled up on the bed next to you, worriedly reaching his hand out for you.

“Nothing, just- nothing,” you replied, fighting to hold back the tears of anger and disappointment. Why were you so emotional about this all of a sudden?

“Because you’re not home with your family on your birthday?”

Patrick was not so easily satisfied with your answer, he always wanted to help, and that was just one more reason why you loved him.

“Because nobody even remembered it’s my birthday,” you asked back, looking up at him.

His eyes were wide, and full of concern, a strand of his hair adorably dangling at the side of his face.

“I actually wanted to do that now,” he explained, “maybe I should have said something earlier, but I wanted to surprise you.”

Quickly he grabbed the things he had placed on the bed next to where he was sitting now, and showed them to you. He was holding a small bottle of sparkling wine, just enough for two people, a box of chocolates, and a tiny bouquet of flowers. How he had hidden all of these was an unsolvable miracle to you.

Had you successfully kept your tears in check earlier, you now failed. Overwhelmed by Patrick’s sweet gesture, you started crying, confusing the poor man.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)? Hey (y/n)?” Concerned he reached out for you once more, and gently placed his hand on your knee. “Did I do something wrong?”

Unable to answer immediately, you just leant forward, and hugged Patrick, who quickly wrapped you in his arms. He was warm and soft, he smelled of the shampoo he had used to wash his hair, and his regular breaths managed to quickly calm you down. Slowly he drew small circles into your back until you had recovered from crying.

“Thank you so much, Patrick, for thinking of me,” you whispered and eventually pulled back.

Patrick’s cheeks were dusted over with a hint of pink, and you gave him a smile through your tear wet lashes.

“Of course, I mean, it’s your birthday!” He remembered the small gifts he had gotten you. “So uh, I mean, happy birthday?”

You laughed a little at his insecurity, and nodded.

“Thank you, this is perfect.”

Patrick opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again quickly as if he had remembered that it was not appropriate to say what had been on his mind. Instead he nodded towards the flowers.

“I’ll get a glass with water so they don’t dry out,” he explained, and quickly scrambled off the bed, giving you the impression that he was almost embarrassed about something.

“Can you bring two glasses for the sparkling wine, too?”

“You wanna open it now?”

You knew Patrick had not intended for the edible presents to be shared, but right now seemed like the perfect moment. Otherwise you would just carry the things around with you the whole time.

Patrick popped his head out of the bathroom and gave you a long look.

“You don’t have to, you know? I didn’t mean to-“

“I want to open it now,” you interrupted, “it’s my birthday, can’t I do what I want?”

Patrick chuckled at your childish argument, and returned a couple of seconds later, carrying a glass with water in one hand and two paper cups in the other.

“This is going to be so fancy,” he joked, when he showed you the cups.

He placed the glass on your bedside table, and you quickly put the flowers in. The bouquet was made from white roses and baby’s breath, framed by green pine tree twigs and holly, a big, red amaryllis being the centre of the arrangement.

Patrick crawled back up on the bed next to you, this time a little closer.

“Wanna open this,” you suggested, and held out the bottle with the sparkling wine to Patrick.

“Don’t you want to do this yourself,” he asked confused, “it’s your present, you should have thee honour.”

“I’m scared the cork will fly out,” you explained, still holding the bottle for him to take.

“So if everything goes wrong it’s my fault?”

Laughing Patrick took the bottle.

“Of course, I need someone to blame.”

Giggling you watched how he carefully pulled out the cork, until the bottle made a small plop. Much to your relief there was no sparkling wine flying everywhere. Quickly you held out the paper cups, and Patrick split up the contents of the bottle between the two.

“To you,” Patrick raised his cup, “Happy Birthday.”

“And to you,” you too picked up your cup, “for being such an amazing friend.”

Patrick smiled, and you clicked your paper cups together before taking a sip of the sparkling drink.

“So… how are you, we haven’t really talked that much lately,” Patrick asked, leaning against the headboard, pushing his pillow behind his back.

“I don’t know, fine, I guess?” You tried to distract yourself from Patrick’s question by tearing the plastic film off the box with chocolates. “How are you?”

“Upset, because I know you’re lying.” You could feel Patrick’s eyes in your back. “Come on, (y/n), it’s clear you haven’t been yourself lately. Even if you don’t wanna talk about it, at least don’t sell me for silly, and admit that something’s off.”

Trying to delay your answer, you turned to Patrick, and offered him the opened box, to take a chocolate, but he just grabbed the box out of your hands, and put it aside. It was clear he wanted you to be honest with him. Swallowing hard, you shrugged.

“I don’t even know myself,” you admitted, “it’s just… everything feels wrong at the moment, and I can’t tell you why.”

That your feelings for Patrick played an important part in it, you did not mention. For one it just felt wrong to have feelings for your friend in the first place, but having these feelings, and them being unrequited felt even more wrong. Sure, the fact alone that you were in love with someone who probably saw you as their younger sibling did not make anything better either.

Patrick nodded at your answer.

“But you know that if there’s anything you wanna talk about, you can always come to me, right?”

“I know, thanks,” you mumbled, but at the same time you knew you would not take him up on his offer.

For a while you sat in silence, and even though the small amount of alcohol had temporarily made you feel warmer, you started getting cold again, and shivered.

“Are you cold too,” you eventually wondered, and turned to Patrick.

He had finished his drink a while ago, and placed the cup on his nightstand.

“So it’s not just me,” he chuckled.

Pushing the untouched box with chocolates back over to you, he got up and walked over to the heater, carefully placing his hand on the metal.

“It’s icy cold,” he noticed, while you packed away the chocolates, and scooted underneath your blanket, hoping it would keep you warmer. Patrick bent down to check the little knob where you could decide how warm the room should be. “It’s already on the highest setting.”

He sighed, and walked back over to the bed, getting under his blanket as well.

“Should we tell the reception,” you wondered, trying to avoid your teeth chattering.

“If you like, but honestly don’t think they’ll be able to help much,” Patrick shrugged.

You could feel him move under his blanket until he had found a comfortable position. Trying to distract yourself from the cold and Patrick, you wondered what your family was doing right now, but thinking off them only made you sad again. The lamps on both Patrick’s and your bedside tables were still on, and you were about to suggest to turn them off, when Patrick spoke up.

“Are you still so cold?”

“Definitely,” you nodded, having pulled up the blanket up to your nose.

“Maybe they have additional blankets in the wardrobe,” Patrick suggested and quickly climbed out of the bed again.

Sure enough there was a woolly blanket on the highest shelf of the wardrobe, and Patrick had to get to his tip toes to reach it with his fingertips. Once he had managed to pull it out, he sighed again.

“It’s just one,” he stated, holding up the grey fabric, “we’ll have to cuddle up.”

You were about to protest, not sure your heart would survive being so close to Patrick, but he added with a smirk: “plus we can share body heat.”

Knowing that he was right, you decided not to speak up, but you could feel your heartrate picking up speed as he walked back over to the bed, and climbed back in.

“C’m here,” he encouraged, stretching his arm out for you to cuddle into his side.

Hesitantly you scooted over until you were next to him, trying to keep a few inches between the two of you. Patrick grabbed his normal blanket and threw it partially over yours, so they were overlapping, in order to keep the little warmth underneath the blankets. Then he unfolded the woolly blanket, and spread it over the two of you, making sure you had enough fabric covering you.

When he lay back down, you decided to blow all caution in the wind, and scooted a little closer. You felt worn out by worrying, and being sad and angry all day, so all you wanted was some warmth and feeling Patrick close. But almost as soon as you had closed the last inches, Patrick stiffened. Concerned you turned your head, and found that he was looking at you, a blush starting to rise on his cheeks.

“What are you doing,” he asked, but he did not sound annoyed or angry; he sounded insecure.

“Cuddling up, like you said,” you explained, worrying you had overstepped your boundaries.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

Confused you looked at Patrick.

“But I do want to, what about you,” you wondered quietly.

“I- I would love to, but it’s fine if you feel uncomfortable,” he replied, looking away, and started studying the pattern on the blanket.

“Why would I feel uncomfortable?”

“Because- I- god, I don’t- “

“Because what? Patrick, what’s wrong?”

This time it was you who insisted on an answer. You knew Patrick could be terribly insecure and anxious sometimes, and you hated that he started to feel that way around you. If anything you wanted to trigger the exact opposite of these emotions in him, make him feel loved, safe, adored.

“Because I’m… you know? Not very attractive?” He still did not look at you, his gaze flickering through the room, and his voice was barely above a whisper as if he was scared you would laugh at him. “Like… I’m chubby and I know people don’t like my hair, and I totally understand if you don’t want to be close to me, if you feel repulsed by me. I know everyone is anyway, so please don’t torture yourself just because I was cocky earlier, and didn’t think stuff through.”

Shocked you sat up a little.

“Patrick, look at me, hey,” gently you placed your hand at his cheek, carefully tilting his head so he would look at you, “you are beautiful, you hear me? I totally love your hair, and I love that you are so soft and warm and perfect to cuddle. And I know what it feels like not to like your body, but please don’t assume that just because you don’t like it, I don’t either. Because I do, and I’m glad you asked to cuddle up, okay? But, of course, if you want some distance-“

“No!” Patrick interrupted you forcefully, but quickly lowered his voice again. “I… just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me.”

“I’d feel the most comfortable right by your side.”

“Are you sure,” concerned he glanced up at you.

“One hundred percent,” you assured him, giving him a little smile, hoping he would believe you, and it seemed he did.

“It’s just… sometimes I have these troubled thoughts,” he tried to explain, “and then I feel like I’m just a bother, and doing everything wrong, and ruining everyone’s day.”

“You made my day today,” you let him know, slowly pulling your hand away from his face. Why did this feel so terribly intimate all of a sudden?

“Oh, okay,” Patrick quickly turned his eyes away from your face, and cuddled deeper into the blanket, as if he wanted to hide from you, now that you knew what was going on inside his mind.

“Sometimes you have troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match,” you quietly noted, slipping back under the blankets again. It was still not very warm, but better than without anything, and slowly you felt Patrick’s body warm up the blankets at his side. The warmth was tempting, just like him.

“Yeah, I guess. Hey, that sounds like a line that would go into one of our songs,” he exclaimed.

“Pete read his notes to me the other day, I just quoted him,” you giggled, amused how he was able to change the topic so quickly.

“He’s weird,” Patrick laughed.

“That’s why he writes the texts.”

For a while you lay in silence again, close but not touching. More than once you wondered if you should scoot over, cuddle into Patrick’s side again, but you were scared he’d react as insecure as the first time.

Eventually he spoke up again.

“I never told anyone how I feel about my body and all,” he confessed, making you turn your head and look at him. The lamps on the nightstands were still burning, making his skin glow orange. “Thanks for not laughing.”

“Why would I laugh,” you asked, again shocked that Patrick seemed so insecure.

“Because it’s stupid,” he shrugged, and turned to his side so he was facing away from you, as if he hoped to end the conversation that way.

“It’s not stupid, Patrick,” you tried to tell him, and reached out for his shoulder, gently placing your hand on it, “it’s obvious that it’s something that you worry about a lot, so it is important, simply because you think about it. Just because it’s something that isn’t important to other people, doesn’t mean it can’t be important to you. And if it’s important to you, then it’s important to me too.”

Patrick did not react, and for a moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep, but then he reached up to his shoulder, and wrapped his fingers around your hand. Slowly he turned back to you.

“Thank you,” he smiled sadly, “you always know what I want to hear.”

“I’m not saying what I think you want to hear but what I think is true,” you corrected him, making him nod carefully.

“I know… that’s good to know.”

For a while you were lying in bed, facing each other, his fingers intertwined with yours. Neither of you dared moving, and instead you just studied his face carefully; his cute nose, his pink lips, and his beautiful blue eyes.

You were not even aware of what you were asking until the words had been spoken.

“Can I kiss you?”

Patrick’s eyes widened slightly, and you felt yourself getting sick at the thought that he surely would reject you, and ask you to leave now.

“Wh-what,” he stammered out, blushing again.

“I just though-“ quickly you sat up in bed, ready to leave as quickly as possible, while the blankets pooled around your waist, allowing the freezing air of the hotel room to brush over your skin. “I really wanted to kiss you, but I thought I should ask- I’m gonna leave.”

But before you had gotten the chance to move any further away from Patrick, he pulled you back to him by the hand he was still holding. Before you even understood what was happening, he had grabbed your face with his free hand and pulled you in for a kiss, his lips hot and soft against your cold ones.

For a moment you forgot how to breathe, and your head started spinning almost painfully. Quickly you used the hand Patrick was not holding to prop you up over him in order not to lean all your weight on his chest. The kiss was hot and desperate, almost needy, as if he was trying to get as much from the kiss as possible before you would pull away, which in his mind was only a matter of seconds away.

But when he realised that you returned the kiss just as feverishly, that you did not pull away immediately, that you kissed him back and the fingers of your hand, which he was holding, closed only tighter around his, he finally allowed himself to relax a little. Carefully, testing, he slowed the kiss, and you followed his lead perfectly, a little sigh, or whine, he was not sure, escaping your lips as you pressed closer to him.

He ran his fingers along your jaw and into your hair, holding you close before flipping you over, causing you to squeal in surprise, but the sound from your mouth was muffled by his lips. Now it was him hovering over you, and you took the opportunity to use your now free hand to wrap your arm around his back, pulling him ever closer against you. It did not take long until the kiss slowed down more and more until in the end you were just lying there, lips motionless pressed against each other’s, noses gently touching, forehead against forehead and uneven breaths filling the little space between you.

Eventually Patrick rolled to his side, and then to his back, giving you space to breath, which you did not want. Not having him so close by made you feel empty and lost. A little whine came over your lips, one that made Patrick look at you, and you quickly moved next to him, wrapped your arms around his chest and nuzzled your face against his shirt.

Patrick giggled quietly, and placed his arm around your shoulder, this way being able to pull you closer to him, and with the other hand he rearranged the blankets that had been pushed to the side during your little make-out-session.

“You know that there’s no way I’m ever letting you go now, right?”

Patrick’s voice was husky and deep, and his words both made your heart grow and ripped it apart at the same time. Just a few hours ago you would have thought it to be impossible to ever end up where you were now, cuddled into Patrick’s side, him holding you close and declaring he would never let you go. Yet here you were.

“Good,” you answered quietly, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You could practically hear Patrick’s smile, making you smile too, and he gently kissed your hair.

“Should we turn out the lamps?”

You nodded and for a few painful, and cold, seconds you sat up to turn your lamp off, Patrick doing the same. Quickly you cuddled back into him when he had lain down again, and his arm immediately wrapping around you again.

“I love you,” you whispered, part of you almost hoping he had not heard you.

But he had. You could feel him freeze for a moment before his grip on you tightened and he gently pulled you even closer to him, leaving absolutely no space between you anymore.

“I love you, too, have since I first met you” he whispered back, making your hear flutter, and you tightly grabbed onto his shirt, making sure not to hurt him.

For a while you were lying in the dark, your eyelids growing heavier and heavier. You had painted small patterns against Patrick’s soft chest, but now you hand was calmly resting on his stomach, following the even breaths he took, the air he exhaled slightly blowing against your hair. His arm around you had relaxed, and you were certain he had fallen asleep already. Knowing he was feeling safe, and hopefully happy, you finally closed your eyes too, and fell asleep, cuddled against Patrick.

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a/n: enjoy :) pic below are the rings :) also, this week is gonna be busy for me, so idk when i’ll be able to post another fic just yet. i’m finally meeting taron this weekend though!!!! i also have a shit ton of homework to do before saturday so i’m gonna take a week break to focus on that. but feel free to send in asks about anything if you wanna, just because!! :)

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ben

- “what is all of this?” you wonder as you step inside your shared home with ben. the living room was decorated in fairy lights and there was a fort set up around the tv; a huge fire hazard, but that didn’t matter right now. ben was stood next to it in a nice-looking outfit, turning around when he hears your voice.

“hey, love. you like this?” your head nods at his words, too speechless to say something. he walks over to you and brings you in for a sweet kiss.

“what’s all this for?” you ask once again. ben smiles and pulls you towards the set up.

“thought we could have a nice night together. joe and gwil helped me set up a nice dinner as well.” he brings you into the kitchen where the table is decorated with roses, a candle, a fancy tablecloth, a bottle of wine, and two plates filled with pasta.

“ben…” you are in disbelief. everything looks so beautiful and thought out, you were still wondering what was going on, since this was very out of the ordinary.

“i want you to relax tonight, you deserve it for being the best girlfriend in the world,” he tells you. you give him one more kiss before taking a seat at the table and beginning to eat.

after dinner, ben had yet another surprise for you in the backyard. as you step out onto the patio, you are shocked yet again. just like the living room, it was covered in fairy lights, but one thing that was different was the pictures hanging between the wooden poles. you slowly stroll along the patio, seeing pictures of you and ben from the beginning of your relationship six years ago to just the other day. tears sprung in your eyes as you read the captions he has on some of the polaroids you two take all the time.

just as you reach the wall of the patio, you see a huge section missing with just a single picture in the middle. you step closer to read it: “reserved for our future.” you are a bit confused and turn to ask ben about it, and when you do, you see him down on one knee, with a small black box in his hands. your jaw drops as your hands fly up to your mouth, your tears finally falling as you put everything together.

“i love you so much, (y/n). and these past six years have been so amazing, and i honestly cannot imagine spending my life with anyone else. so, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he opens the box to reveal a beautiful oval ring, twinkling under the lights.

“y-yes,” you choke out. ben smiles widely and stands back up, bringing you into his arms and holding you close. you could feel that he was shaking slightly, so you pull back and cup his cheeks, wiping his tears away.

“you’re shaking, bub.” he nods nervously and stares down at the box still in his quivering hands. you rest your own on his, rubbing your thumb over the backs of his hands. he releases your grip moments later and plucks the ring from the box. taking ahold of your left hand, he slowly slides the glimmering ring onto your finger, where he sets it in place.

“perfect fit for my princess,” he murmurs against your forehead as you stare down at it, a huge grin is permanently plastered on your lips.

“i love you,” ben whispers, making you look up into his eyes.

“i love you too, ben. always.” you lean forward to kiss him.

“always.”

peter

- moving to New Zealand with Peter has been quite the experience. it was obviously very different from London, but still amazing and beautiful. you were slowly getting used to the way things are here, and you were ready to spend every single day with peter, with no interruptions from his dad or your mom.

“hey, do you wanna go to the beach?” peter asks you one afternoon. you two had been sitting in your new home all day, continuing to organize things and put everything away.

“yeah, i could really use a break,” you respond, grabbing a pair of flip flops from the closet. peter did the same and walked with you out to the car. the ride to the beach was a little longer than you expected, but once you arrived, you felt every anxious and fearful feeling disappear; this is where you live now, and you could never be happier.

you and peter began to walk along the shoreline, holding your shoes in your hands as your toes sink into the sand. peter had your hand enclosed in his, swinging it back and forth slightly like a little kid. conversation was light, as you enjoyed the cool breeze and the setting sun. suddenly, peter pauses, confusing you as you came to a halt as well.

“peter?” what’s the matter?” you ask. he smiles and admires you for a moment.

“you look like an angel,” he breathes out quietly, eyes roaming over your face, your hair blowing in the wind. you grinned back at him and stroke his cheek softly. he surprises you again when he kneels down and pulls out a box from his pocket.

“peter?”

“i’ve loved you since the day i met you. i knew from that moment at the vic, that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. and i don’t know if you feel the same, but i’m hoping you do,” he laughs lightly, trying to suppress the tears in his eyes.

“will you marry me, (y/n)?” he opens the box to reveal a very unique and gorgeous ring. tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you muster a nod in response. peter’s smile widens as you cup his cheeks and lean down to kiss him. when he pulls back, he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto your finger.

“it’s absolutely beautiful, peter,” you say as you examine it. peter stands back up and brings you in for a hug.

“you’re beautiful as well, love. can’t wait to wake up to you every single day for the rest of our lives. and make a baby with you, because let’s face it, we’d have the cutest fucking babies.”

warren

- it was around twelve-thirty in the morning when you awoke to a knock on your door. you wondered who it could be at this time in the night, which made you a little reluctant to open it. but, you were happy to see your boyfriend warren standing on the other side. he had a suspicious look on his face, along with a small smile.

“what is it, war? it’s nearly one in the morning,” you groan unhappily. you like to sleep, so when it’s interrupted, you are never happy.

“i have a little surprise for you,” he tells you, swaying back and forth on his heels. you eyed him suspiciously and go to grab a jacket, when he stops you.

“i brought you my hoodie. i know you love wearing them.” your heart soars at the simple yet sweet gesture. you grab the item he was holding out for you and slip it on, shutting your door after putting your shoes on.

“so, where are we off to?” you wonder, holding warren’s hand as he guides you out of the dorms. he shakes his head in response, not giving anything away just yet. but when you realize he’s taking you to the lake on campus, you were confused. it was cold, but not too cold, and the breeze running over the lake didn’t help any. when you arrive at the spot he had set up, you were in awe. he had made a little picnic for you two, including a basket filled with snacks, a blanket for you to lay on, and a second blanket to shield you from the wind.

“what’s all this, warren?” he smiles and motions for you to sit next to him.

“i wanted to do something for you after the week you had. i know you’ve been stressing over training and homework, so i thought a picnic at night, with no one else around, staring up at the stars would be a good idea,” he explains, pulling all of your favorite snacks from the basket. he laid them out and you two began to dig in, opening bags of chips and unwrapping pieces of mini chocolate bars. after almost all of the goodies were gone, Warren shoved the remaining amount back into the basket and pulled you into his arms. you threw the blanket over your bodies and cuddled into his chest, staring up at the night sky.

“it’s absolutely beautiful out here. no city lights disturbing the universe, the moon reflecting on the water, and my amazing boyfriend sat right next to me.” warren’s chest rumbles with laugher, but he suddenly grows serious.

“i don’t like being your boyfriend anymore,” he tells you quietly. immediately, you are up from his chest and gazing down at him in confusion.

“what?” he smiles and sits up with you, reaching into his sweatpants pocket and retrieving a lone ring.

“i wanna be your husband. will you marry me?” he simply asks, holding the ring out towards you. your eyes dart from the ring to warren’s eyes, trying to figure out what is happening right now.

“yes, i will,” you stutter out, tears beginning to fall from your eyes. warren’s smile widens as he hears your answer and he pulls you into a hug, the force of it causing the both of you to fall back. your laughter filled the air, your faces close together as you lean down to kiss him.

“i love you, warren. i can’t wait to marry you,” you whisper against his lips. he grins before kissing you once more.

“i can’t wait either, love.”

walter

- walter had been at limmerage for almost a year now. unfortunately, you couldn’t stay with him, so you were stuck back at home. but, one day, walter came back and told you that the fairlies and marian are gone for the week, and he would love to show you around. so that’s where you found yourself.

you and walter sat in the carriage, soon arriving at the large and beautiful castle that he works at.

“how has the painting been going?” you wonder, turning towards him as the carriage begins to slow down.

“it has been great. mr. fairlie’s collection is slowly being restored, and marian and laura are picking up painting very quickly. they are already amazing artists,” he tells you as the carriage comes to a stop. a man in uniform greets you and walter, guiding you into the castle and up to walter’s room. he tells you that your bags will be here shortly. but in the meantime, walter has a different idea.

“i want to show you around.” he pulls you out of the room and to the garden in the back, where there was a beautiful fountain, rose bushes all over, and flowers blooming everywhere.

“it’s so beautiful out here, walter,” you say, turning around as you take everything in. walter is just standing to the side, watching you in adoration. he reaches his hand out, which you gladly take, walking you both over to the gazebo, hidden behind the hedges. you step in and see a variety of paintings of you; some you recognize, some you don’t. walter lets you look at all of them before stepping in the confined area with you.

“i cannot believe i am lucky enough to be with you. and i want to be with you for the rest of my life,” he begins, taking a ring out from his suit pocket and grabbing onto your left hand.

“will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” you stare at him in shock that this is happening.

“of course i will, walter. i love you so much.” he grins widely and brings you in for a huge hug and kiss.

“and i love you, my darling.”

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